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Late For Dinner

By: Jessalyn



It was already 8:15 p.m. and I was running late for my date with Andy. I finished getting ready and took one last look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit I looked pretty good. I was wearing one of Andy's favorite outfits. He loves the way my short black skirt shows off all my curves and my fitted blue blouse brings out the blue in my eyes and it really accentuates my full breasts. One last check of my makeup and I'm headed out the door.

I make it to the restaurant 20 minutes late. I rush in and see Andy sitting at our table looking angry but also absolutely gorgeous. Andy is beautiful, with green eyes and soft thick brown hair. He's got a tight, sexy body and a cock that puts most men to shame. Not to mention the man's sexual stamina. He can cum over and over again and still come back for more. He's insatiable. But then again so am I. I suppose that's why we're so good together. 

When Andy looks over and sees me approach, his eyes light up and the angry look seems to disappear. I sit down quickly and reach for his outstretched hand. "Glad to see you finally made it."

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming." He said with a cocky grin. 

I quickly apologized and made a promise to make it up to him. 

He laughed and said, "oh don't worry you will make it up to me."

"You'll be getting your punishment for making me wait." I was instantly wet just thinking about what inventive ways he would make me "pay" for my sins. 

After we finished our dinner, we decided to take a walk along the boardwalk. We made our way down to a very secluded spot and took a seat on a bench. Within seconds his lips were on mine, his tongue invading my mouth. I moaned and pressed myself hard against him. Our tongues were roaming all over each others mouths and our hands were roaming all over each others bodies. His hand found its way inside my blouse and under my bra. He cupped my breast and took my nipple between his thumb and index finger and gave it a firm pinch. I let out a surprised gasp. 

He asked, " Did that hurt baby?" Then he let out a wicked laugh and said "Well, that's only the beginning of your punishment!" I couldn't wait to get the rest of my "punishment." I tried to reach down to unzip his pants to touch his big beautiful cock but he stopped me. More punishment. He knows how much I want him and he is denying me. He removed his hand from my breast and straightened my blouse. He looked at me and said, " It's time to go home and deal with your punishment, young lady." 

Obeying his command, I got up and followed him to his car. 

In the car, I'm having a hard time keeping my hands to myself. But Andy just keeps fending off my advances. He's driving me crazy. I'm so hot for him but he's not having any of it. He's really making me suffer tonight. I'm loving every minute of it. I look at him and beg, "please baby, I'm so wet right now...I need you...I need your cock." 

He smiles and says, "Don't worry once I get you home you'll be getting everything you deserve." I don't think I can wait and I begin to slide my hand under my skirt to rub my hard, swollen clit. Andy grabs my hand and holds it. He's really trying to torture me now. 

We make it home...finally.. and I am horny and wet beyond belief. Andy takes his time unlocking the door and getting us inside. Once we are finally in the house, he wastes no time getting to my punishment. He unbuttons my blouse, pulls it off and tosses it aside. He kneels down and slides my skirt down over my hips. It falls to the floor. I step out of it and kick it aside. Next he hooks his fingers around the band of my thong and slides that down, revealing my shaved pussy. His face is inches away from my hot, soaking wet cunt, and I push my hips toward him, and again, he pulls away. 

He stands up and removes my bra leaving me standing completely naked in front of him. He looks at me and commands me to get on my knees and suck his cock. I willingly get down and undo his pants and pull them and his boxers down to reveal his throbbing cock. My mouth is watering and I can't wait to wrap my lips around his hot prick. I take the head into my mouth and swirl my tongue over it. I probe the hole with the tip of my tongue.

He's getting impatient and he pushes the back of my head to let me know he wants me to take more of him into my hot mouth. I ease his cock further into my mouth and relax my throat to take him all the way in. I gag a little at first but then get used to the feeling and enjoy his prick in the back of my throat. I slowly ease my mouth back up his shaft then greedily suck him back in. Using my mouth and hand to work his member close to the point of cumming. I slow down when I feel him tense, making him hold off from cumming just yet. 

He's getting frustrated and says, "Keep teasing me and your punishment will be worse." That's exactly what I'm hoping for, I think to myself. He starts to thrust his hips into me, fucking my mouth. I take my free hand and slide my fingers between my cunt lips and rub my clit. Now I'm sucking and stroking his cock wildly. I want to taste his cum. He moans and says," That's it...suck my cock...make me cum down your throat." 

I'm rubbing my clit hard and fast. I'm so close to cumming. All I need is to feel Andy's hot jizz shooting into my throat and I'll be cumming. I feel him tense up and force my head down further. He let's out a moan and says, " I'm cumming baby...suck me...swallow my load...eat my cum." It sends me over the edge. I'm cumming too and I'm trying desperately to swallow all of his seed. I don't want to lose a drop. He tastes so good. After I have sucked and licked his cock clean, he collapses onto the floor and pulls me down on top of him. We lay there for a little while just catching our breath. I look down and notice that his cock is semi-hard and I know that there's lots more punishment in store for me. 

He tells me to go to the bedroom and wait for him. I make my way to the room and sit down on the bed. A few minutes later he comes in with a small black bag. I'm about to ask what it is but he says, "Lay down and put your arms above your head." I do, and the next thing I see is some kind of silk scarves being pulled out of the bag. He ties my wrists to the bedposts then spreads my legs and ties my ankles to the other bedposts. I'm fully exposed and completely vulnerable. The thought of it makes me even wetter than before. He sits down between my legs and runs his hand up my thigh, stopping right below my pussy. I'm moving my hips trying to get his fingers to touch my soaking cunt. 

He pulls away and says, "tsk tsk, naughty girl, I'm in control here you need to stay still and take your punishment." I moan and lie still. His hand makes it's way back to my upper thigh and finally he spreads my pussy lips apart with his thumb and forefinger. He leans down and flicks his tongue over my swollen clit. 

I let out a loud moan and plead with him, "Please Andy, lick my clit...fuck me with your tongue."

"Keep begging," he says. "Please baby, I need to feel your fingers sliding in and out of my pussy."

" Andy, make me cum in your mouth and all over your fingers." To this Andy says, "I'm gonna make you scream baby."

"Gonna make you cum so hard." He leaned down and drove his tongue all the way up inside my hole. The sensation causes me to scream. 

He pulls his tongue out and runs it up over my cunt lips and finally on my aroused clit. As he's masterfully tonguing my clit he jams two fingers into my hot, wet, pussy. He slides his fingers in and out at a jackhammer pace, all the while his tongue working my clit. I can't take it. I yell out, " Oh Andy...I'm cumming...I'm cumming." He licks up all my juices from my dripping cunt then he sucks my cum off his fingers.

Andy's cock is now fully erect and ready for more. I tell him, "Come on baby fuck me...you know you want to ram that cock all the way in my pussy." He replies, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck that pussy but I've got a surprise first." He reaches into the little black bag again and pulls out a dildo. It's about 8 inches long and 2 inches wide. It's almost as nice as Andy's beautiful cock. I look at him with lust in my eyes. Oh how I would love to have that dildo shoved in my pussy while Andy fucks my tight little ass. I hope he has the same idea. He starts to rub the dildo along the inner folds of my pussy lips, stopping at my clit and rubbing it hard against the little bud. 

He asks, " You want this dildo in your pussy baby?" 

I moan out, "Yes baby...I need you to fuck me." He slides the head of the dildo into the opening of my hot hole. I'm writhing on the bed begging for more. In one swift stroke he slams the dildo all the way into my cunt. He continues fucking my pussy with the dildo until I yell out, " Andy, I need your cock in my ass...fuck my ass baby." 

He pulls the dildo out and reaches down to untie my ankles, then my wrists. He tells me to roll over on my hands and knees. I do exactly as he says, eagerly anticipating getting his fuck pole buried deep in my ass. He gets up behind me and starts rubbing his prick against my wet pussy, getting his cock good and wet. He slides his cock deep inside me and fucks my pussy. He slams his member deep inside my fully aroused cunt then pulls almost completely out before driving his manhood back in to the hilt. Then he withdraws completely leaving me feeling empty, but not for long. Now, his cock soaked with my juices is pressing gently against my tight little ass. 

He pushes a little harder and forces the head past the tight ring of my anus. I felt a twinge of pain but forced myself to relax so I could take all of him in my back door. He eased his prick all the way in and my muscles began to relax. Now I was just enjoying the feeling of having my ass full of cock. He fucked slowly at first getting me used to the invasion, then quickening the pace, fucking harder and faster with each thrust of his hips. Going full force now, I can feel his balls slamming against my pussy. He reaches around me and starts rubbing my swollen clit. I'm hanging on to the headboard of the bed for support and use my free hand to get the dildo and shove it into my pussy. I'm loving the feeling of Andy's cock slamming in and out of my ass and the dildo sliding in and out of my dripping, wet cunt. Andy is obviously loving it too because he yells out, "That's it baby, shove that dildo in your cunt, fuck yourself good baby." 

"You like having my cock buried in your ass baby?"

"You like being full of cock don't you baby?" I can barely get the word "Yes" out of my mouth. I'm in sheer ecstasy by now and all I want is to feel Andy shoot his hot load in my ass. I manage to say, "Oh baby, cum in my ass...I want to feel your hot jizz shooting deep inside me." At hearing this he picked up his pace even more. He slammed his cock so far and fast into my ass I thought I would split in two.

"That's it baby...fill me with your cum," I moaned. And then I felt him tense up, ready to shoot his load. "I'm cumming baby." Was all he said and then I was cumming too. I could feel his cum shooting into the depths of my ass and I yelled out, "Oh Andy, I'm cumming baby...oh yes...fuck my ass...shoot that load in me...aaaaaahhhhhhh." He continued slowly sliding his dick in and out for a while after we both came, just enjoying the tightness of my puckered hole. When he finally withdrew, we laid together in each others arms. I looked up at him and said with a grin, "Hmm, I guess I should show up late for dinner more often."

"Definitely," was his reply.

Late for Dinner



I loved watching her dress.

I was already ready to go when she came out of the bathroom, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, make-up done, and completely nude.

"I know this isn't the fanciest restaurant in town," I said, "but . . ."

"Oh, be quiet. I'll be just a minute."

She smelled warm and clean from the shower. She bustled around the room, gathering her clothes, unabashed by my open gaze at her nakedness. I could see that her full, heavy breasts sagged slightly; I could see arc of her slightly rounded stomach, the flesh on her broad hips. I adored her curves. 

She stepped into a pair of black, lacy panties and I felt a stirring of desire. With her back to me, she put on a black bra, pulling at the straps and adjusting her breasts in the cups until she had them just right. When she turned back to go to the dresser, I saw it was my favorite, a smooth, silky bra that pushed her breasts together, giving a perfect amount of cleavage, and held them just right so that they bounced slightly when she walked. I could have watched her parade back and forth like this all night.

She sat on the edge of the bed and began to pull on her stockings. When she leaned over to wriggle her toe into the hose, I watched with delight as her breasts fell forward, her soft, pale flesh looking even more beautiful against the dark fabric. She glanced up and saw me watching.

"Enjoying the show?"

"I always do."

"Get your money's worth, I'm almost done."

"I don't know how I'm supposed to concentrate on dinner now," I said.

"What, because you'll be staring at my tits all night? Very mature, James."

"We could just stay here, you know, and entertain ourselves."

"You've got to be kidding," she said, standing and going to the closet. "We've had these reservations for a month. You should have thought of this a few hours ago."

"You weren't wearing that bra a few hours ago. Or those stockings." The stockings were dark, too, running all the way to the tops of her thighs, leaving just an inch or so of pale flesh below her panties.

"Why don't you go stick an ice cube in your shorts or something. I'll be down in a minute."

"I'll wait."

"That's what I was afraid of." She was being short with me, and sarcastic, but I knew that she loved the attention. She took a black cocktail dress out of the closet and slid into it, shrugging it over her shoulders and chest, pulling it down over her hips. The dress hugged her curves perfectly. 

"That's not fair," I said, feeling my cock begin to stir.

"What?"

"That dress. You're going to wear that dress and make me suffer like this, knowing that it'll be hours before I can get it off of you?"

"If you keep this up, you won't be taking anything off of me tonight." She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and tugged at the dress until it hung just right. "Zip me up?"

I stood behind her, meeting her eyes with mine in the mirror. She had an impatient, annoyed expression on her face, but couldn't hide that there was a hint of delight beneath. I slid the zipper slowly up her back, then slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her tightly to me.

"You look beautiful," I whispered.

"That's the idea," she said.

"Have I told you how much I loved this dress?"

Her eyes narrowed. "I think I can feel it." There was no hiding my hardness now with my crotch pressed against her ass. "Don't you get started, I don't want to be late."

"I think it's too late," I said, both arms around her now, inhaling the rich, sweet scent of her perfume, grinding myself into her. "We have to, I won't be able to eat."

"There's no time," she said, struggling a little against my embrace.

"There is," I whispered, my breath warm in her ear, starting to kiss her on the neck.

"Sure," she said, "time for you to get your kicks, but this is supposed to be fun for me, too, or didn't you remember?"

"I remember," I said, reaching down and pulling her skirt up over her hips.

I met her eye in the mirror again and could see a sparkle of excitement.

"Why don't you just go relieve yourself in the bathroom and we'll be off."

"I want you," I said, sliding her panties back down her legs, over her knees until they slipped to the floor. She lifted one foot and spread her legs slightly. I could feel her breath starting to get heavier.

"Fine," she said. "Do your thing. But don't you dare come on my dress."

I moved faster now, unbuckling and unzipping, yanking my pants down just enough so that my thick, swollen cock could spring free. I reached between her legs and felt her wetness and smiled, knowing that she wanted it to, that she'd never wanted me to stop at all.

"Oh," she said, I sharp intake when she felt my fingers on her pussy lips.

I bent my knees and rubbed her wet pussy with my cock, finding her opening, finding just the right angle before standing and pushing myself all the way inside of her.

"Ah!" she gasped again, reaching forward with one hand to the mirror to steady herself. "God you feel big tonight," she moaned.

I began to move in her, my hips back and forth, sliding my full length in and out. The wet sounds and smells of our sex filled the room.

"I couldn't help it," I grunted in her ear, "I had to have you, I couldn't wait."

"Don't wait baby," she said, "Mmmm," she moaned again, feeling me full and thick, "oh, I love your cock."

"I had to fuck you," I whispered, moving faster now, harder.

"Yes baby, yes," she said, "fuck me, fuck me, baby."

Hearing her talk like that, watching her face in the mirror, her big breasts heaving with every deep breath, I couldn't hold back. She could tell, she could feel my cock swelling, my balls tightening, she could tell by the way I picked up the pace.

"Yes!" she said, her eyes widening, "do it baby, fill me up, fuck me, come inside me, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock, oh!"

I erupted inside of her, my body tight against hers, my cock twitching and shooting wave after wave of cum, emptying myself into her.

I waited until I was done, until we had just caught our breath before slowly pulling out, redoing my pants, and looking at my watch while she pulled her panties back on.

"See? We'll be just in time."

She smiled up at me, pulling me in for a deep, full kiss on the lips. "That was an appetizer," she said. "You just wait for dessert."



Late for Dinner



"I'm home." I called out as I shut the door behind me. It was almost seven; I was late and had neglected, not forgotten-neglected to call, so I was feeling very apprehensive as I returned home today. 

"Would you please take your boots off in there by the door, I've been cleaning this house all day." Replied my wife, from what sounded like the vicinity of the kitchen-and pleasantly I might add, perhaps I should not have worried about not calling. I knelt down and took off my first boot and had the second one halfway off when the light in the entryway subtly changed. I glanced towards where the shadow had come from and noticed a pair of black boots standing in the doorway. My mouth dropped open and I stopped what I was doing. 

My eyes scanned upwards and there stood my beautiful wife of seventeen years dressed like a dominatrix. The black thigh high boots had gleaming chrome stiletto heels that had to be at least four inches high and they buckled up the sides with a little black belt and shiny chrome buckle about every four inches, above that she wore only a pair of sexy black panties, a black bustier and a black leather mask like Robin in the old Batman television series. She had a black leather riding crop in her hand and looked absolutely smoking hot standing there looking down at me, my cock twitched dumbly in my pants. "When you get those boots off just go ahead and strip naked and then wait right here for me. I'll be right back!" She said sternly. Looking back over her sexy shoulder after she had turned to walk away she added, "You had better be done when I get back here or there may be more hell to pay for than just being late!" 

I watched her heart shaped ass sashay wickedly away drawing my attention to the thong back of her panties as she left. I quickly finished removing my remaining boot and then my clothes, which I folded neatly and stacked next to my boots, and stood there naked as a jaybird in our foyer-waiting for her to return, wondering, 'Where did she go; and why?'

My cock began to thicken as I watched her return. I began to step towards her and she stuck the riding crop into the middle of my chest, pushing me to stop and said, "Hold on there big boy weren't you supposed to wait right here for me to come back? Apparently you need to learn a little discipline." She circled around me, checking me out like she was shopping for livestock or something. She used her riding crop to lift my semi-hard cock, and then move my heavy balls first left and then right; inspecting me. She sniffed me and then rubbed my nipples with the riding crop, they immediately hardened and she flicked my buttocks-the sting made me flinch and the sound echoed in the foyer. She caressed my cheek with the end of her crop and looking me in the eyes said, "I'm not at all happy with you right now; being late and making me wait on you without so much as calling. You need to be punished, but first we need to clean you up. Follow me." She once again pivoted on those sexy heels and walked away, her swaying hips were hypnotic and I followed her to our bathroom. Along the way I decided to do whatever she wanted-to make up for being late, and not even try and make an excuse, if she wanted to be in charge; so be it, I would follow.

There were several pillar candles burning in the bathroom, lighting the room with a warm dancing golden light. "Shave, shower and do whatever it is you need to do to make yourself presentable, but be quick about it." I stepped into the shower and she caught the curtain with the handle of her leather riding crop as I began to pull it shut. "Oh no you don't. I'm going to be right here to make sure you at least get this right." she scolded as she leaned back against the vanity to supervise. My hardening erection belied my initial bashfulness at showering with an audience no matter how provocatively dressed she might be. I quickly lathered up and she poked at 'places I had missed' with her riding crop while she interjected her opinions about my progress. "There had better not be the slightest trace of soap left on that when you're finished" she said, as I lazily stroked the suds up and down my now very hard cock and as I was shaving she told me, "Do a good job with that, I don't want any chafing from your stubble later."

She handed me a pair of black silk boxer shorts when I finished drying off and said, "You can wear these for now. I will be in the living room; once you are done you may join me!" I stood there with the boxers in my hands and watched her leave, "Once I'm done?" I thought for a moment and then quickly trimmed my fingernails, brushed my teeth, splashed myself with aftershave and for some unknown reason decided to shave my testicles. I then slipped on the boxers, blew out the candles and headed off to rejoin my wife.

The living room was also aglow with the flickering glow of candlelight and she was sitting on the couch listening to some classical music slowly toying with the riding crop still in her hands. I was about to join her and had almost finished sitting down when she snapped, "Do you really think that making me wait on you any more today is a good idea at this point? I would like a glass of wine, be a dear and get one for me would you? You may get yourself a glass of water." She added icily,"We wouldn't want anything to interfere with your performance later, would we?" 

"Okay" I replied as I stood up to get the drinks. 

Thwack!! The crop landed squarely on my silk covered buttock, the initial sting was rapidly replaced by a warm tingling sensation. "That will be 'Yes my mistress' from now on, understand?"

"Sure" I said without thinking. Thwack!! She swatted the other cheek and I stammered, "Sorry, I meant...yes my mistress." The silk boxers offered little in the way of protection from the business end of her crop although they delightfully teased my bouncing erection as I went to the kitchen. I could feel warm welts where she had landed her blows, and I could also feel cool slippery moisture forming at the tip of my penis. I found it strange that my cock was more than a little swollen from all of this abuse. Perhaps it was years of subconscious fantasy on the brink of fulfillment or maybe it was the latent sexuality of my newly dominant wife, whichever it was mattered not to my stiff pecker, but my mind seemed to be in a minor state of shock. In the kitchen I poured her a nice glass of Cabernet and filled a tumbler with ice water for myself. I pulled the boxers down and tried to assess the damage to my butt, just two fairly square red welts glowing and tingling. They felt slightly swollen as I gently rubbed my fingers over them to try and soothe my wounds. My cock pushed at the fly of the boxers wanting back out as I pulled the boxers back up and headed back, drinks in hand.

Since I was barefoot she could not hear me returning. Through the doorway I could see her lightly dragging the strapped end of the crop up and down the inside of her thighs, from the top of one boot slowly up, then over her panty clad pussy and finally down to the other boot top. The contrast of the black leather boots, panties and crop against her deeply bronzed skin was breathtaking, especially the way the candlelight licked her legs with little golden highlights as it flickered laconically. The goose bumps covering her inner thighs caused little shadows from the candlelight and seemed to chase after the constantly moving leather crop. I was mesmerized; I unwittingly stopped and silently watched her tantalize herself, my cock throbbing. She languidly played with her left nipple while she traced invisible lines inside her luscious legs. I resumed walking after I had enjoyed watching five or six circuits of the riding crop on her skin and would have arrived unnoticed if it weren't for the clink of the ice cubes in my glass.

Her legs snapped together as she quickly released her nipple; sitting bolt upright her head spun to look directly at me. The mask made it difficult to see her beautiful blue eyes but they seemed to flash an angry red in the flickering candlelight. "That certainly took you long enough. Do you not get that I am not at all happy to be waiting on you any more tonight? And besides that I said that you could get yourself a glass of water, I said nothing about ice." she spat at me. I handed her the glass of wine astonished at being so berated upon my return. "You may sit beside me and rub my neck and shoulders." She added as I moved near her. She slid her hands up and under her shoulder length brown hair and quickly pulled it into a ponytail looping the elastic band of the mask around it to hold it up off of her shoulders. She jumped as I touched her and said,"Warm your hands up you oaf they're ice cold." 

"Yes my mistress" I muttered meekly as I vigorously rubbed my hands together to warm them up and then I began to knead her neck and shoulders. I started at the base of her delicate neck and ran my thumbs up her spine to where her hair began and then rubbed firm circles back down towards her back with my thumbs. I worked my way all of the way down towards the top of her bustier and then followed its upper edge out to her shoulder blades before gently kneading my way upwards again. She took a long slow sip of her wine and let out a delighted little oohing noise as she tipped her chin forward to her beautiful bosom. I diligently rubbed, massaged and kneaded her neck, shoulders and upper back for a full fifteen minutes. She was relaxing beneath my attendant fingers. I slid my right hand around the top of her bustier to gently fondle her breast; I heard the wicked swish of the crop split the air and felt its sting on the back of my hand. Thwack!!

She turned towards me and staring directly into my eyes deliberately said, "Apparently I need to spell out the basic rules for you. You are now my slave. You will be humble, respectful and dutiful, or you will be punished. You will do whatever I bid you to do, or you will be punished. You will ask my permission prior to doing anything that I have not told you to do, or you will be punished. You will listen when I speak and speak only when you have been spoken to, or you will be punished. Do you understand these rules?"

"Yes my mistress" I replied as I dropped my eyes subserviently.

"Excellent! You may now resume what you were doing." She announced and flipped back around. Dunce that I am I misunderstood this to mean 'go about doing what you wanted to do' not 'get back to my massage'. Once again I traced the top of her bustier around towards her beckoning breast and once again felt the sting of the crop on my hand. Had she been practicing with it? She certainly seemed fairly adept at striking me with it with a well placed accuracy which I could not understand. "Did I tell you to maul my breast?" she asked.

"No my mistress you did not" I heard myself reply quietly.

"Did you ask my permission to paw at me in that way? Because if you had, and I certainly don't remember you're having asked, I would have briefly entertained the notion-prior to telling you no thank you, not right now." She sarcastically queried.

"No my mistress, I did not. I...just thought that when you said...get back to what I was doing, well...that is what I had been doing when you swatted me before." I argued. My mind was in a tumble, what was I doing?

She once again spun to face me, "Are you arguing with me? Are you seriously trying to rationalize your behavior just now?" she asked angrily. "I think it is definitely time for a little discipline for you mister, but what sort of punishment fits your crime?"

Half jokingly I replied, "Yes my mistress, I have been an inconsiderate lout and I deserve a spanking. I meant you no disrespect; it's just that you are so very sexy like this, and after watching you tease yourself with your crop while I was gone I figured that this was just a little fantasy role playing to, umm, enhance our pleasure." My shell shocked mind decided that this sounded like a pretty good explanation. I was kidding about the spanking but the black leather enticed me to follow that path; the rest of what I had said I honestly meant.

Apparently she was not in a joking mood because her tone rose as she said, "Cretin, who do you think you are to even begin to joke with me at a time like this. By agreeing to the rules you agreed to obey my will. This was never about enhancing 'our' pleasure. It is about teaching you a little bit of personal discipline; so that in the future you will be considerate enough of my feelings to call if you're going to be late, or you will pay attention-and actually listen to what I tell you, not hear what you want to hear. If I have to dress up in a sexy black leather get up and some freaky fetish boots just to get your attention-then so be it. But now that I have your attention we are going to go through with this and perhaps you will learn something. Now are you going to play along with this in the hopes of getting to fuck me tonight or do you want to stop now, argue about your insensitivity like we always do and not have a snowball's chance in hell of getting laid this week?"

I was stunned; I listened to her and watched her get red in the face the longer she talked. The silence was deafening when she finished and after a moments reflection I looked down at my feet and said, "Yes my mistress."

"Yes my mistress what?" was her acidic reply.

Inside I was steeling myself for whatever was to come next. She was very upset by a whole history of my behavior and my being late tonight without calling was merely the trigger that had caused the avalanche. She was using this dominatrix role as an attention getting maneuver to help me understand my behavioral transgressions and eventually modify my oafish behavior said the logical me inside my head. It's a win-win situation, she gets to deride you for being boorish, maybe cause you to be less boorish; while looking that sexy-and if it is turning her on anything at all like it is turning you on, you will get fucked silly later said the pervert who lives next to the logical me. So I said as evenly as possible, "Yes my mistress, I will abide by your rules and be the best possible slave that I can for you". 

She said nothing for a moment or two. I tried to read her emotions through her eyes but the leather mask made that nearly impossible. Finally after an agonizing silent pause she softly said, "Very well then, for being late without calling your punishment will be ten quick lashes, for attempting to pleasure yourself by fondling my breast another five lashes, and for adding ice to your water without permission I will add one lash for every ice cube you stole. How many ice cubes are in your glass now?" she asked.

"There are six ice cubes in my glass my mistress." I told her after quickly counting the silvery floating cubes. Twenty one quick lashes, that didn't sound so bad if I said it really fast, of course not knowing what exactly a quick lash was helped to make it sound better.

"That is a total of twenty-one quick lashes." She carefully set down her half empty glass of Cabernet and stood up. She sauntered across the room, looking around as if she were surveying it-and halfway back; stopping next to the armchair. "Come over here" she commanded. I stood and quickly moved over to her, my pulse was beginning to race as I had no idea what to expect next and did not want to further fuel her anger by dawdling. "Turn and face the chair, good. Now bend over and put your forearms flat on the seat cushion." I bent at the waist and did as she commanded, my ass stuck up in the air. She slipped around and placed a quarter on the back of each of my hands before disappearing behind me. I felt her small smooth hands grasp the waist of my boxers, my stiff cock bounced in front of me. She tried to remove the silky drawers and the waistband caught my erection as she pulled down on the waistband, my cock bent towards the floor but prevented her from getting them too far down. She brusquely reached around and untangled my swollen cock from my boxers and then pushed them straight down to my ankles. I could feel her warm breath brushing against the hairs on the backs of my legs as she did this and goose-bumps immediately covered my naked legs. "Step out" she said and began gently slapping the insides of my thighs just above the knees, "Now spread your legs, further, a little further, okay stop there. Mmmm, yes! That's just how I want you."

She reached over, and slipping a cool smooth hand around my shaft continued, "It looks like part of you still thinks this is all about enhancing your pleasure. Well, we'll see if it thinks that way once we're done." She moved around to my side, lifted my chin so I was facing her and said, "I'm not going to lie to you, this is going to hurt you more than it hurts me." Then while looking at my dripping cock added icily, "Keep the quarters on the backs of your hands and don't get anything on my chair." She slipped back behind me. I considered my current situation: my hard dripping cock bobbed in time with my pulse, my legs were spread a good four and a half feet apart and as a result my balls hung heavily; as exposed as they could ever possibly be, like a small very sensitive punching bag, and my normally conservative wife had become an angry dominatrix. Suddenly things seemed rather grim. While I was musing this over in my head she began to caress my exposed buttocks with the buttery soft straps at the end of her crop. It felt very good, the almost velvety texture tracing light abstract patterns on my white skin. "If for some reason you can't take it anymore and need me to stop just say Cincinnati, alright sweetie?"

Caught off guard I said, "Sure." The blood in my veins ran absolutely cold, the crop stopped moving and as I realized what I had just done I am pretty sure my skin flushed white with pallor as I stammered to add, "I...I'm sorry...I meant to say...Yes my mistress." The emotional rollercoaster was beginning to make a shambles of me and I caught myself thinking what does she mean if I can't take it anymore and need to stop? For heavens sake I'm twice her size and much stronger physically than most guys my age. And what's up with Cincinnati?

"I am going to let that one slide, but be forewarned I shall not remain so benign for long." I heard the swish as the crop sliced through the air and felt the sting as it found my rump. Oddly I heard the thwack of the leather slapping against my skin more as an echo removed from the quick stinging pain by a small sliver of time. Once again the stinging was quickly replaced by a sharp tingling like a bunch of hot needles pricking my skin where the crop had landed. Again she caressed me with the strap end, tracing five figure eights across my other ass cheek before swatting me on that cheek. She set up a rhythm of five traced designs followed by another lash and I felt myself beginning to tense my muscles in anticipation of the imminent slap of the crop to lessen the blow. So intent was I on paying attention to her tempo that I could barely comprehend her when she finally asked me, "How many lashes is that now my love?"

Oh shit, I had been so occupied with keeping her cadence in my head that I had lost track of the count. The moral calculations raced through my mind. I could lie, and make up a number but if she new the correct count that could lead to more trouble. Was this some sort of test? "I am very sorry; I do not know the count my mistress." I said as the legions of hot prickling needles buzzed away on my behind.

"That is most unfortunate for you. We will have to begin anew." She said stoically. "A good slave will keep count aloud to prevent something just such as this from happening." The smooth leather of the crop left my ass and the swish of it once again warned of the pain to follow. 




Late for Dinner



"One, my mistress." I said defiantly. Apparently she noticed me tightening my muscles in anticipation of her blows landing so she began to mix up her rhythm. She also expanded her choice of target areas on my backside. I noticed this when she cleverly landed a stinging blow within the crack of my ass right next to my sensitive and exposed sphincter, I gritted my teeth and croaked out, "Nine, my mistress." Her next lash landed just on the other side of my puckered bung hole and seemed to sting even more than it's predecessor, I choked out, "Ten, my mistress". 

I felt her lovely boot encased leg wrap around mine, her panty covered pussy ground into the outside of my thigh, and I could feel her hot humid treasure through her wet panties. She leaned forward holding onto my shoulder and with her mouth next to my ear whispered, "I've got to give it to you I thought you would crumble before this; especially when we started over. You are doing very well for a new slave, but we have only just begun." My hard penis belied the conflicting emotions in my mind; it jutted out hard and throbbing; drooling a shiny string of precome from its tip. She used her soft slender finger to catch the slippery liquid and then slid her well lubricated digit around my nipple, teasing it, as she huskily added, "Remember, you are not to get anything on my chair you insolent dolt." She unwound herself from my leg and repositioned herself to complete my punishment, my cock pulsed heavily with my quickened breathing and goose-bumps surrounded my nipple as the cool air swept over the slippery secretions now coating it.

The suspense caused by her pause in my lashing was working a wicked magic on my ego. All manner of suspicion and fear raced through my mind, most quelled by the knowledge that this was my loving wife and she would not intentionally hurt me. However I remained haunted by the fact that my inconsiderate day-to-day behavior had turned her to corporal punishment and the apprehension that she might accidentally hurt me with that riding crop. She had not told me not to look back at her so I turned my head around and became even more aroused as I saw her with the strap end of her crop down inside of her panties rubbing it furtively against her pussy. I tried to watch as surreptitiously as I could; fearing she would stop if she caught me.

"I was wondering how long it would take before you had to look back here for me. That's a step in the right direction, learning to pay attention to me. A very small step, but a step nonetheless." She said. She did not however stop massaging herself with the business end of the riding crop. Slowly she slipped the crop out of her silky underwear; it glistened as the light danced on her slippery juices clinging to it. She seemed a little mellower as she stepped into position and asked me,"Are you ready for the remainder of your punishment now?"

Again the Neanderthal inside answered before thinking, "Yeah, okay." Her eyes seemed to blaze behind the mask as she ferociously laid the crop to my upturned ass. This blow wasn't any more vicious or violent than any of the other lashes I had received for indolence, but the now moist leather had a louder report as it made contact with my skin and it certainly felt like it stung more.

"That is yes my mistress!" She said harshly, "That was not part of your punishment in progress but rather a well earned bonus, you clod!" Suddenly I was a very disappointed that I had forgotten the proper response. The remainder of her blows were well placed in spots that she had not swatted before, she even changed her orientation and delivered one in line with the crack of my ass directly on my delicate perineum. I announced the count after each and waited impatiently for the next-somewhat akin to a shell shocked veteran waiting for the next artillery round. My swollen cock continued to pulse and throb and a dull ache began in the base of my scrotum.

As I announced, "Twenty, my mistress" she announced that she would forgive me the last and final stroke and I surprised myself when I said, "No my mistress, twenty one it was and twenty one it shall be."

"You lout, do you think you have the gall to refuse my good grace and the arrogance to try and tell your mistress what to do? Are you trying to anger me?" Her pitch rose as she spoke, "Very well if you don't want my charity twenty one it shall be." She landed her final blow directly on my perineum again and the crack of it echoed through the living room.

"Twenty one, my mistress" I stammered. My cock throbbed heavily as my breathing began to return to normal, and I noticed I was moist with sweat. The quarters were still on the backs of my hands and I felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable still bent over the chair like that.

I turned to find my wife. She sat coyly on the edge of the sofa again. "You may get me another glass of wine and rejoin me over here", she said calmly and evenly. Her lithe legs were crossed at the knee and she looked incredibly sexy holding the riding crop around her knee turning the toe of her boot in small circles. She shimmered as the candlelight danced on the fine sheen of perspiration which covered her. I stooped to pull the boxers up and heard her scold me, "Did you hear me tell you to pull those back on? No! Did you ask my permission to pull those back on? No! I kind of like having you around naked to look at, and did you ask me if you could shave your testicles?"

"No, my mistress", I muttered as I dropped the boxers and went to refill her wine glass. 

I handed her the glass of wine and began to sit back on the couch next to her when she suddenly said;"You may sit on the floor by my feet and admire my new boots." I dutifully sat down and began to fondle her legs through her new boots. I gently ran my hands up and down the length of the soft leather kneading her calves and lower thighs within them. My hands occasionally brushed her thighs above the boot tops where she quickly swatted them with the crop. She rested one boot encased leg on my shoulder while I admired her boots, and I could smell her arousal. I slowly massaged her legs inside her boots and after a short while was told, "You may massage my legs too if you wish." She reclined back into the couch like that with her gorgeous ass perched on the edge, legs lewdly parted with her left boot on my right shoulder with a riding crop in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. Goose-bumps followed my fingers across her lovely legs and soft little oohs and ahs escaped her mouth as I massaged her boots and thighs, particularly her inner thighs just below her silky panties. She continued to swat my hands when they ventured beyond where she had told me I could touch but with less and less fervor as her excitement built. 

Eventually, she said, "Now play with my pussy. Finger-fuck me and lick me until I come all over your talented tongue." I quickly slipped two fingers under the crotch of her silken panties and plunged them inside of her. Her back arched wildly as a delighted gasp escaped her half open mouth. The arching of her back drove her panty covered clitoral mound down into my thumb and I gently rubbed circles around it as I began to slowly cross and uncross the two fingers I had sunken into her very wet and steamy pussy. Her thick pussy lips clung heavily to my fingers as I began to slowly stroke them in and out, using my thumb on her swollen clit for leverage which added more direct pressure while pulling out. "Mmmm, oh yeah, that's it-right there, mmmm, oh yes-s-s." she hissed seductively, her delicate voice now just a husky whisper. Hearing her enjoyment excited me all the more and I slipped my other hand below her hot little ass, my middle finger covering the fabric of her wet thong and pressed my thumb against her delicate silk covered sphincter.

I have told her before that I could spend my whole day alternately playing with, licking and then fucking her tight little pussy. I get such a thrill from providing her pleasure that it's addictive, and tonight was no different. The elastic of her tiny panties pressed against her already sensitive pussy lips and helped push her closer to orgasm, while the thick silky cream of her hungry snatch allowed my fingers to smoothly glide in and out as I finger fucked her. I moved my mouth towards her panty covered mound and covered her up with it, as I slid my thumb out of the way. I kept my body still except for the fingers that continued to slip into and out of her wet wonderful slit and exhaled my hot breath through my watering mouth over her swollen mound. I let out five wonderfully slow breaths this way before I began to tenderly suck on her clit through the wet silk. Her hips began to push her puckered asshole against my thumb as she slowly humped my face and her moaning became a string of guttural oohs, ahs and mmmm's. I slipped my fingers out of her and ran my tongue between her buttery pussy lips stopping to drink her sweet creamy flood down. 

Meanwhile I strummed alternately on both sides of her engorged clit with my slippery fingers while enjoying her nectar. Her legs began convulsively shuddering as she softly moaned,"That's it, mmmm, so good, oh yes-s-s, anh, anh, oh my lord yes-s-s!" I swirled my tongue inside her steamy pussy and she began to lose control. She shifted her leg, which had been resting on my shoulder, and the cold stiletto heel dug between my shoulder blades as she used her lovely leg to press herself more firmly onto my hungry mouth. My thumb easily slipped into her tight little ass, pushing her soggy panties inside her as well, helping to further fuel her frenzy. I shifted my tongue to press on that sweet spot between her clitoris and the top of her flowing opening as spasms wracked her body. "Oh-h-h yes-s-s, mmmm, right there, oh don't stop, ungh ah-h-h-h, Oh yes-s-s." She growled as her entire body shook and shuddered. She looked fantastic as she flooded my mouth with my sweet reward, twisting and trembling as her pleasure peaked and then began to ebb. I placed small kisses around her sensitive pussy and along the inside of her now limp legs for several minutes as she recovered.

"Now climb up here and fuck me." She rasped hoarsely at me. I slipped one sexy leg over each of my arms and lifted her to line up with my supercharged cock. It slipped up and rubbed over her sensitive clit as I tried to enter her, causing her hips to flinch wildly away. She quickly grabbed hold of it and placed my swollen tip against her wet lips and then she jerked her legs upward pulling me into her. My hard cock slid deep inside of her with the one lunge, her clit buried itself in my pubes and my balls slapped against her ass. It was marvelous, her hot velvety pussy gripped my cock tightly and I stopped to enjoy the way it felt and try and calm down enough to not explode immediately.

However my wanton mistress had other ideas. She instantly wrapped her legs around me, crossing her ankles behind me; the stark contrast of the warm soft leather against my back and the cool metal of the heels perched just above the crack of my ass added greatly to my excitement. She wrapped her left arm tightly around my neck and began furiously bucking her hips driving her red hot pussy up and down my rigid cock. "Fuck me!" she barked into my ear, "Fuck m-e-e-e, oh-h-h yes-s-s!" I began driving my hard cock in and out of her and I could feel the pressure building in my heavy balls, that lovely feeling of impending orgasm. I tried to hold back, but I was too far gone for that. I wildly pounded away at her willing pussy as my cock began to throb and spew my load deep inside her. She began to flog me with her riding crop, like a jockey on a horse, "Harder, mmnh, harder, oh Christ, yes-s-s-s, fuck me-e-e, harder, oh yeah, harder, that's it, harder, mmmm, right there, harder, OH YES-S-S-S!" 

The crop swatted my sweaty ass every time she said harder. My erection had not subsided when I came I was so excited. Now I was pounding away at her as she spurred me on alternately wailing about how good it felt and how she wanted it harder. I had driven the couch up against the wall and the home décor attached to the wall shook, shuddered and clattered with each stroke of my hips. My petite wife was gazing directly into my eyes as she 'directed' the action, "OH YES-S-S, FUCK ME, HARDER, OOH, JUST LIKE THAT, HARDERRR, RIGHT THERE, OOH, ANH, HARDER, OH GOD YES-S-S-S!!!!" Her sultry whispering replaced by what can best be described as wild shrieking. She completely gave in to her lust and as the tidal waves of pleasure washed over her she dropped the riding crop, kissed me passionately and convulsed wildly beneath me. Her entire body was trembling and her hot wet pussy began to spasm rhythmically around my pounding pole. Her hips swiveled uncontrollably swirling her luscious pussy around, and it felt like she got even hotter and wetter. 

She fell back spent following her massive orgasm. She, like I, was soaked with sweat; beads of it clung to her breasts around her nipples while little rivulets ran down towards her cleavage. She looked so sexy, almost glowing. I did not have to be told to slow down my ministrations and I slowed to a stop, my hard cock basking in the afterglow of her happy pussy. After what seemed a small eternity, she looked into my eyes and said softly, "Mmmmmm that was incredible." I could feel her pulse through her pussy around my cock, it was still racing. "Only one problem my pet," she continued, "You seem to have made a mess of my pussy by cumming inside of it without my permission. Your mistress must always come first, and you may only come if, when and where I grant you that privilege. Now, so that you may learn your lesson, get back down there and clean my pussy up." Problem, how was this a problem? I hadn't gone soft on her after blowing my load. 

I let go of her lithe legs slowly as I tried to wrap my brain around the fact that my beautiful wife, who I had just shared some incredibly riotous sex with, now wanted me to suck my cum from her pussy. I felt my body moving in slow motion, kneeling back on my heels and sliding down to lick her pussy clean. For her part she lifted her legs up and rested a shiny boot heel on each of my shoulders, they were a little uncomfortable like that but I was too carried away with lust to mind. Her lips were red and swollen and splayed wide open. Her clit hid once again beneath its hood but also looked rather red and swollen. A translucent milky stream of our mixed juices trickled out of her gaping hole and ran slowly down towards her puckered asshole; her panties were a twisted mess trapped between a puffy pussy lip and the hollow of her leg. My hard cock bobbed in time with my pulse and I reminded myself that the sex had been absolutely fantastic, besides this stuff came from me how bad could it be?

I dove into her sloppy pussy, scooping with my tongue and slurping away madly. The alkaline aroma permeated the air around her and hung heavily in my nostrils. The taste wasn't bad and it had a rather rich and silky texture to it. Her hands held her riding crop behind my neck; not quite pulling me into her, but rather not letting me get away-encouraging me. She cooed and purred happily as I gave her the ultimate tongue bath. I rimmed her tight little sphincter as I pulled the sinewy trail of sex up to suck it in, and her hips wiggled suggestively. I covered both of her pouting pussy lips with my mouth and sucked in deeply wriggling my tongue inside of her to get her as clean as I could. "Now don't be greedy with all of that, remember to share?" she huskily intoned. In a flash we were sharing a soul scorching kiss, our lips and tongues lubricated by our mixed love fluids. I was as turned on as I had been all night, my hard cock throbbed against her leg and as our kiss ended she said, "Mmmm we taste so good together. Why don't you lie down on the coffee table? I don't think I'm anywhere near being done with you yet."

I lay down on the coffee table and watched in utter fascination as the gorgeous creature who is my wife slowly stood up and, after slipping of her now useless panties, moved to straddle both me and the coffee table. She looked hotter than she had all night. Her straddling of the coffee table had her wide open and her pink swollen pussy and tight brown sphincter hovered over my face, staring at me like two mismatched eyes. She bent at the waist and for the first time tonight tended solely to my pleasure (or so I thought) as she slipped her moist lips around my swollen head and began to gently suck my cock. One demure hand grasped the base of my cock and stroked me while she licked all around the ridge of my cock. Her already moist pink pussy turned a dark rosy pink and glistened as it became drenched with her excitement; she denies that blowjobs turn her on but I just got to watch it happen, and it was amazing. With that she pulled her lips off of my cock and shuffled down to put her new excitement to good use.

She guided my hard cock to her waiting pussy, stroking me the whole time. She used the purplish tip to not so gently massage her swollen clitoris before slipping the head of my cock up and down the length of her extremely wet gash. Her soft velvety pussy felt wonderful slipping and sliding all over the engorged head of my hard cock and I fought to maintain control. I began thinking, 'Mistress must always come first' over and over in my head as she suddenly impaled her pussy on my cock, just letting herself fall straight down. "Whoa-a-a-a" she began to wail lowly at first, and as her hips began to grind wildly onto my cock she sultrily moaned, "Oh yeah, so-o-o good, mmmmm, yes-s-s, anh-h-h, yes-s-s, ooh, ooh, anh, yes-s-s." She leaned back so my cock would strike her g-spot with every thrust and held herself up with her hands on my chest. 

I lay there with my hands on her lovely ass cheeks watching my cock slide into and out of her wondrous pussy continually thinking, 'mistress must always come first' while she used me like a human dildo. She slowed the churning of her hips and ass long enough to rest a sexy boot on top of each of my thighs and then after her all too brief respite shifted herself into overdrive. "Oh yeah that's good, oh yes-s-s, mmmmm, rub my clit, mmmmm, oh, ooh, ooh, anh, fuck me, come on fuck me, now, harder, ooh, ooh!" I reached around and began frantically rubbing her swollen clit with three fingers; just strumming away-wetting my fingers off of her lips gripping my cock. I began bucking my hips up to meet her gyrating hips all of the while thinking, 'Mistress must always come first' and hoping the coffee table wouldn't collapse beneath us. She began to twist and roll my nipples the way she likes to have hers played with as she held herself up fucking me crazily. Her husky whisper once again became a low gravelly moan as my normally quiet and conservative bride continued, "Fuck my pussy, oh yes-s-s, that's it, right there, ooh, anh, ooh, mmmmm, OH shit, YES-S-S! Oh fuck me, fuck me with that wonderful cock, yeah, mmmmm, that's it, right there, ooh, ooh, anh, right there, oh-h-h yes-s-s-s, ooh, anh, RIGHT THERE, OH YES-S-S-S, AGAIN, YES-S-S, OOH, OOH, OH HEAVENS YES-S-S-S, RIGHT, LIKE, THAT, A-A-A-ANGH-H-H YES-S-S-S-S!!!!! GIVE IT TO ME! CUM WITH ME, NOW! OH YES-S-S!!!" Her whole body was shaking and trembling again and her hot pussy clamped down on my cock and sucked the cum out of it. Her hips never slowed down as I again began pumping my load deep inside of her. Involuntary spasms wrenched through her and she collapsed back against me, panting frantically, my hard cock still firmly embedded within her glorious pussy. Several minutes later she slowly lowered her feet back to the floor, lazily sat up and carefully twisted around on my still hard cock to face me. "Take me to bed now" was all she said.




Late for Dinner



She wrapped her arms around me as I carefully sat up. Then she wrapped her lovely boot encased legs around my waist. I put one hand under each cheek of her ass and slowly scooted to the edge of the table and prepared to stand up. As I stood up her weight drove her more deeply onto my rigid cock and she let out a happy little whimper of pleasure. Every single step on the way up the stairs and down the hall to our bed pushed her clit against the base of my cock with all of her weight and re-energized her in the process. I lay her on the edge of our big bed when we got there and as I gazed lovingly into her eyes asked, "What now my mistress?"

We spent another marvelous half hour fucking each other silly before I was made to undress and bathe my mistress in preparation for sleep. The bath was wonderfully slow, sensual and erotic and led to us flooding the floor with water we splashed out of the tub. We never did have dinner that night, I spent the rest of the weekend learning to be a dutiful slave and Monday morning I returned to the working world. I am now constantly looking for my next opportunity to be a thoughtless clod, and the 'punishment' that it may bring. 



Late for Dinner



What a pleasant surprise! I thought I heard the doorbell but I wasn't certain. I thought I better check, especially on a night like this when it's so wet and windy----I wouldn't like to think I had left anyone standing on the doorstep to catch their death. Come in! Come in! Quickly! Let me shut this door and keep out the draught. Oh dear, let me take your coat! I'll hang it up so that it may dry a little. Is that snow I can see on it? Winter's grip is certainly tenacious this year! Give me your scarf, I'll hang that up too, we'll put your gloves by the hearth to dry them out. But come in by the fire and get yourself warm, you must be frozen! Give me your hands...oh, they're like two blocks of ice! The wind out there would cut a person in two.

You need to call a tow service? I'm not the least bit surprised your mobile isn't working. We don't get very good reception this far from the city. And I'm terribly afraid the lines were knocked out by the storm. But perhaps they'll be reconnected soon, then of course you can use the telephone.

Can I get you a drink while you wait? Let me see, I should have a rather fine malt here in my cabinet, I'm sure of it. Ah yes, here it is! A little dusty. Now, I shall pour and we shall get comfortable and forget about the the snow outside. Sit down! No, take my seat, it's nearer the fire. Move it closer if you need to. Don't be shy, we don't stand on ceremony here. Let me fix your drink. You just relax. Tell me, where did you abandon your car? Is it far from here? Near a frozen lake...oh I know exactly the place. The snow has a habit of drifting up there. How fortunate you decided to leave it. You'd be under six feet of snow come the morning. People are often lost that way in these parts.

There you are...whoops, I see your hands are cold still, have you got the glass now? I would hate to waste such a fine drink on my old carpets. Me? A drink such as that would be wasted on me, but I urge you to enjoy it. That's it. Ahhhh, you approve? I thought you might. As soon as I saw you I thought you had good taste. It's the way you dress, you see. I can tell at once. The cut of your jacket, the style of your skirt. It isn't often these days that you see one so young exhibiting so much grace. Are you on your way somewhere? A Valentine's dinner? I imagine you must have been heading for the inn at the end of the old highway. There's nowhere else in the area to eat. I should know. They lost a great deal of business when the bypass came in. Now they only get wayward travellers and the odd romantic tryst.

And who were you going to meet? A loved one, I presume. Oh, how delightful. I can't remember the last time I saw a young lady blush. Shame seems to be such an old fashioned trait. Not that you should feel ashamed, I hasten to add! I didn't mean to imply it. Please don't be offended. I can see I've hurt your feelings. I won't say another word until you promise to forgive me. Ah, you're kind to an old soul. Thank you.

You're still shivering. Let me stoke the fire. There. I'm so used to the cold by now that it can be hard to remember other people are not so immune. What can you be, no more than twenty? You're twenty-three? I was close. I'm good at guessing ages. I won't ask you to guess mine. No one ever gets it right. Oh my dear, you make me smile! It's kind of you to say such a thing. I admit I am blessed with good skin which hides a good deal of my age. I put it down to a simple diet and plenty of exercise.

I can see you look a little distracted. No doubt you're thinking about your loved one at the inn. They'll be worrying about you and little wonder. Driving around in a storm like this? Even on Valentine's Day? You must have been very eager. I take it you haven't been together long. Not that I would dare criticize. It's not for me to say, it's only that so many relationships pall after a time. People grow comfortable in each others' presence. But to drive through a blizzard for dinner...that shows commitment. And not being from this area you weren't to know what the storms could be like. They blow in very quickly even at this time of year and with tremendous power. It always takes people by surprise.

Well, I can most certainly check the telephone again but I wouldn't hold out much hope. Without wanting to alarm you I can almost guarantee you won't be seeing your loved one tonight. But rest assured, you are welcome at my home. We like to be neighbourly in these parts.

Pardon me? You heard a noise? Goodness, it made you jump, didn't it? You've gone quite pale. I wouldn't be concerned though, it might only be a loose shutter. The wind plays havoc with the old house. I didn't hear anything myself, but then I'm half deaf these days, and didn't I nearly leave you standing outside because I couldn't hear the bell? What an old fool I am.

Not like a loose shutter? Some other sound eh? You've got me stumped, unless a window has blown open upstairs and knocked something over. Like a growl you say? I don't know how that could be when it is only you and I at home. Excuse me a moment and I'll check. No, no, there's no need for the both of us to go. I'll only be a minute or two. You just sit back and warm yourself by the fire. No doubt your blood feels like ice, and we can't have that. It won't do at all.

* * *

Well I had a thorough look around but there was nothing there. I'm sure it's just the wind in the eaves. These old houses really do make some funny noises, I can tell you. If you're not used to it some of them can give you quite a turn. But as long as you're with me you'll be quite safe. I checked the telephone again on my way past and my fears are confirmed. The line is still down. I see you've finished your drink. Are you feeling better for it? Perhaps you might like another? You might as well. It could be a long night. There you are. And if you don't mind me saying you're looking much healthier now. You've a delightful colour to your cheeks. The bloom of youth. It does my heart good to see it. There aren't a lot of young people in these parts and I do like a little vibrant company from time-to-time. It keeps me young.

And what do you do for a living? I take it you've come down from the city? With a face as pretty as yours you could be a model. Oh, how delightful, you're blushing again! Don't be embarrassed, it really is very fetching. A secretary, you say? I imagine your employee doesn't get a great deal of work done...hah, forgive my poor sense of humour. I only meant he must be distracted. You really do have a very charming figure. Such lovely big breasts and delightfully rounded hips. I can tell you aren't one of these girls starving themselves to death. So appalling.

But you're smiling now. A private joke, perhaps? Would you care to share? Oh no, I'm not easily shocked. Here, let me fill your glass again. You seem to have taken a liking to my malt. I'm glad. I don't often get to share it. That's it. Drink it down. What a delightful giggle you have. Oh I see, I get the joke, I understand why you would smile. You were meeting your employer for dinner! Humourous indeed. But why all the way out here? Unless...oh yes, it makes perfect sense. You wouldn't want people to know. It might get awkward at work. People might think he favours you. You'd be very unpopular in the lunch room. They might not consider you trustworthy. They might think you'd give away secrets about the things they say when you're lying on his desk with your legs in the air.

Forgive me, I go too far. I didn't mean to sound strident. It is quite your own business and I did ask. You have every reason to frown. I've never been known for my tact.

You heard another noise again? No, no. I assure you I checked. We are quite alone.

So tell me, is your employer married? Oh, just a wild guess. It seems a great deal of effort to come all this way just to avoid being seen. Perhaps there are rooms at the inn. Did he suggest if you had too much to drink you might stay the night? He could put it down to business expenses, and tell his wife he was out of town. He might just happen to have an overnight bag in the boot of his car, for emergencies. I know the type. Always prepared.

You're looking tired, my dear. I think I've talked enough. Why don't I show you to your room? You'll be very comfortable. Just this way. Bring your drink if you like.

Bother, that's the problem with these old buildings. Too draughty. I shall have to fetch some matches for the candles. Yes, my dear, I'm still here. Take my arm if the dark bothers you, my eyesight makes up for my hearing! I can see like a cat in the dark. Come here, let me put my arm around you. But you're trembling! You really have no need to be afraid.

And here we are at last. I've shown you to the master bedroom. It's the most luxurious. Don't you think the four-poster bed is romantic? It's an original. I like to imagine the lovers who have slept in it over the years. Lie down and feel how comfortable it is. Wait, I'll rest the candle here and join you. It's surprisingly spacious, and see? The drapes close just so. Cosy, don't you think? You'd hardly know there was a storm outside.

What a delightful fragrance you're wearing. It's so familiar. You're not wearing one? Are you sure? But you smell quite delicious. You don't mind me getting close do you? I don't often have guests, but then I think I told you that. Mmm, what smooth skin, such delicate features, I really can't resist you. Hush, don't struggle. There's no need. Just let me open this blouse. There, much better. I only tore it a little. I've always been a fan of lace, especially on a beautiful, big-breasted delight such as yourself. So creamy. So soft. Such a pleasure to touch. Oh! Your nipples are hard already. Aren't they divine? Like tiny pebbles. I think you like it when I kiss them. Let me do it again.

Let me take this skirt off you. Ah, that's nice. Lovely generous thighs. I love a woman with flesh on her bones. And I see you made an effort for your employer. He would have loved those little panties with the hearts on them. Perhaps he even bought them for you as a private joke? Let me guess, you've been wearing them all day at work and thinking about your dinner tonight. If only you'd set out a little earlier, but you weren't to know it would be such a treacherous night.

These panties are quite see-through when they're damp. I pity him missing out on this. Did I startle you? I keep forgetting it's dark for you with the drapes closed. I just wanted to touch you there. I should have remembered my fingernails are sharp and warned you. 

You really have warmed up. I can virtually hear your heart beating. It's fast. Pumping all that lovely blood around your delicious body. It makes me hard thinking about it. Let me take my clothes off so you can feel how aroused you make me. There, now you've some idea. But I can't wait any longer. As lovely as they are your panties have to come off. No, no, don't protest. It's pointless. Oh dear, I think I ripped them a little, never mind you won't be needing them again. And your bra too, sweet girl. Oh! Feel how your lovely big breasts spill into my hands!

Come back here. Where do you think you might go? You'd freeze to death and I've gone to such lengths to warm you up. There now, don't cry, it was only a little smack, just to let you know who's in charge. But while you're on your hands and knees I might just take advantage. You don't mind, do you? Oh there. I knew we'd be a good fit. And it helps that you're so wet. I usually have trouble. I'm quite big you see. But not tonight. Tonight I fit like a glove.

There's no use shouting. I told you before we're quite alone. Just relax and enjoy it. There's more to come. The night has only begun. We can't waste a moment. Chances like this don't come along very often in my experience. Oh that feels tremendous. You have a body made for sin. But I'm sure you've heard that before.

Why don't we try something else? Sorry? I didn't hear what you said----you'll have to stop crying and speak up. You want to go home? But my dear, why when we're so enjoying ourselves? Let's see what happens when I ease it in here, just so...oh, that's even better than I imagined! So tight! It makes me wish I could share it. I feel quite selfish having you all to myself.

That? It was just a whistle. You'll see why soon. In the meantime let me tell you how fabulous your tight little body is. It's not hurting any more, is it? No, I thought not. I can tell by the way you're pushing back against me. I like it when you do that. You're very talented to take me all in.

You heard the door open? Well I should hope so. Yes, I know I said we were alone but it wasn't strictly the truth. I do fib occasionally, but you'll learn that about me. And look who it is! Let me introduce my brother. You can see the physical resemblance, though if we were going to be pedantic he has an inch or two on me and a little more body hair. I'll tell you the truth----we're only half brothers but we're very close. I know it might seem it but I'm not jealous he's bigger. Well, perhaps if I was honest. But what he has in length I make up for in manners, don't I? He's much less of a gentleman than I am. He gets impatient, you see. It comes from being the youngest. Always spoiled in my opinion. But I've never held that against him. I love him dearly.

Dear oh dear you shouldn't struggle when I'm inside you. You'll hurt yourself! He doesn't mean any harm he's just saying hello. He's as fond of voluptuous breasts as I am. Let him have his head and you won't be sorry. I can vouch for him. Ah now, see? Isn't that nice? He only does that to girls he likes. I don't mind saying I couldn't be more pleased that you turned up on our doorstep. He's not like this with everyone. Forgive his enthusiasm if he gets a little rough. Take it as a compliment.

I've just had an idea. Lean back on me. That's it. Let's pull your legs back so he can get a good look. Goodness, I can't remember the last time I saw him smile like that. But then what's not to smile about? You've prepared yourself beautifully for your lover and we get to reap the rewards. So smooth. I know it shouldn't matter but I do like some of these new fashioned habits young people have of waxing down there.

Your moans really are the most charming little sounds. It's making me harder than I've been before. And judging by my brother he feels the same way. Here he comes now. He's had enough of looking. Isn't it nice to share? I bet you never thought this would be happening when you set off for dinner tonight. I know I didn't. And I don't put much stock in Valentine's Day but I must say, this one is turning out to be rather special.

You probably should stop squirming. He's not going to give up until he's got what he wants. In that respect we're very much alike. Ahhh, see? I told you. When he sets his mind to something he's tenacious. And very physical, but you've guessed that by now.

Don't mind his growling. He does that. It's just enthusiasm. And he might give you the odd nip or two but he's just being playful. He doesn't often draw blood...whoops I might have spoken too soon. I did say he likes big breasts. It looks like he's even more excited than I gave him credit for. I'll let you in on a little secret----the more you fight the more it excites him. Me too if I'm honest. And I wouldn't like to give him all the credit...he's not the only one who likes to bite. I'm just a little more choosy about where. And while I've got you in this position it seems a waste not to have a little taste. Your beautiful neck is so close after all. Mmm, even just licking you tastes so good. If you keep still I'll be very quick and you won't feel a thing. I've been complimented in the past on my discretion. Let me just brush your hair away a little and find the right spot. Oh yes, here it is, a nice throbbing vein. Remember, keep still.

Oh you did so well you clever little thing! I'm immensely proud of you. You hardly moved a muscle, and let's face it my brother didn't make it easy for you. And what a treasure you are...so salty, so hot, and jetting into my mouth without any effort at all. I couldn't keep from climaxing. You'll feel a little weak at first but you'll grow accustomed to that. When it comes to your turn you'll feel much better.

I see my brother tires of this position. He does have a rather short attention span. No doubt he envies me. At least I've made it a little easier for you. I'll just slip out and...well he doesn't waste any time does he? I did warn you he was bigger than me so there's no point squealing. For some reason he's very partial to doggy style. Ah yes, I love the way your lovely breasts swing.

Don't mind me but I might even doze. Eating dinner this late at night always makes me a little sleepy. You just enjoy yourself. You can pay me back later when I wake up. 



Late For Dinner



Hello. This is my first submission to Literotica - I hope you like it ... comments are most welcome! Thank you x



You're sitting at the table, and I come in behind you dressed simply in a black dress, with stockings, a suspender belt, bra and black heels. I lean down beside you and whisper in your ear - "Sorry I'm late - I couldn't help myself ...". I trace my fingers down your neck and round to your mouth. They are wet and you can taste a familiar flavour as I kiss your cheek and then take a seat next to you. 

You groan as I sit down, my dress rising and showing you the tops of the stockings, and the straps leading up my thigh. My hand on your knee, I look you straight in the eye and move my chair a little closer. You shift in too, and then raise your hand, curling your fingers around the back of my neck, never looking away from my eyes. You pull me in swiftly and kiss me hard, while still holding me firmly to you. Your other hand reaches across the table and pulls my dress down at the front, releasing my nipple from the silk bra it's hidden in. You pinch it, and I moan into your mouth. 

You pull away, look me in the eye and pinch it again, harder -"You should have waited ...", you breathe deeply into my ear. 

You stand up with your hand still wrapped around my neck, looking me straight in the eye. You ask me if I'm hungry, and your spare hand goes to your zip, pulling it down you start pulling my head in towards your crotch. Your cock pops out and I raise my hand and lightly trace my finger up the underside of your shaft. 

The grip on my neck tightens and I feel your cock pulse as I use my thumb to rub the drop of moisture coming from the top of your cock around the head. Still looking you in the eye, you pull me in closer again and my mouth opens as if I'm automatically trained. Your hard cock fills my mouth and as you thrust in, my tongue curls up to run along the base as you hit the back of my throat. Your other hand pushes your trousers down and then comes up to meet the other at my face. Your holding my head steady whilst I bob back and forth, taking you down my throat, each time taking you further and further. Without warning, you thrust in deeply, and hold my head in place ...

You can feel me gagging, not expecting it, and struggling to breathe. I look up, and you can see the panic in my eyes lessening as I start breathing through my nose, and getting used to having a mouthful of you. Your grip loosens and I pull back off you, using my hand to continue wanking you as I swallow down, trying to catch my breath. 

You pull me up and turn me around, pulling my hips hard against you and then whisper in my ear what you're going to do next ....

Kicking off your trousers, one hand reaches around in front of me and pulls my dress up - the other one holds it up while you push between my legs with your knee and shimmy them apart. 

Your hand goes instantly to my clit, and rubs it slowly in circles, while you continue to breathe in my ear, asking me if it feels nice. I nod and moan, arching my back ... and you stop suddenly. I feel you sliding down behind me and you move both hands to my hips - one just above my ass and the other working it's way down between my open thighs. You push my back down so I'm leaning across the table, and just as I'm flat against it, you thrust two fingers up inside me, and your tongue hard against my asshole.

Your fingers twist and thrust in and out of me, and I'm writhing up and down on the table, pushing back on your tongue and moaning how much I want you to fuck me. Your hand still holds my back down, but you pull away and take your fingers out. You spank my clit gently, which makes me buck more. 

Seeing that I like it, you stop completely and stand up, bend over me and grab a napkin from the table. You lift my head up slightly and put the napkin in my mouth, and pull the ends round, tying them roughly and catching my hair. I catch your eye and whimper as you suddenly spank my ass hard. 

You push my dress up over my ass and grab your cock with the other hand - I turn my head to watch you as you pull my hips up towards you, guide your cock up and down my dripping pussy, and with one fluid motion, sink straight in to the hilt, making me gasp and push my tits against the table.

You pull out again slowly, and then start fucking me, building up speed as I push back against you - my hands knocking over glasses and screwing up the tablecloth beneath me. 

Holding on to the edge of the table, I feel you grasp my leg and pull it out to the side and round your hip. I'm moaning against the napkin gag as you sink in deep and firm.

You start slowing down, and then stop completely. Pulling out, you tell me to turn over and sit on the edge of the table. I do as I'm told, shimmying my dress up around my waist as I sit down, legs open for you. 

You hold my face and kiss me hard as I fumble for you, trying to pull you into me. You let me wrap my legs around you, and then I guide you back inside me. The thrusting starts again, harder and more intense - I can see in your face that you are getting close, so I clench up inside, knowing how tight it will make it feel for you.

You look me in the eye, raise your hand and slap my face, leaving a red mark that I know will still be there tomorrow. the thought of having a mark left on me under your hand pushes me closer and I glance up into your eyes, urging you to help me. 

Sensing the urgency, you hock, drawing some saliva into your mouth, then spit it down onto my pussy, whilst pushing your hand between us. You start rubbing my clit firmly and fast, wanting me to cum with you. I start feeling it build and knowing how it will tip me over the edge, you reach over and grab my nipple, flicking it back and forth, taunting me and quickly getting me to the point where you want me ...

My pussy clenches on your cock and pulses heavily ... I can feel you pulsing inside me, drenching me with cum just as I'm flooding over your cock. 

One long loud moan, and I eventually stop twitching. You lift your head from my neck, gasping as you kiss me ....

"Shall we order??"



Late for Dinner



 This is based on a date I had a couple years ago, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! To the best of my recollection it went like this...



We met from a Craig's List ad. You had posted in Casual Encounters looking for an intelligent young woman interested in some more-than-vanilla sex; you like to be dominant in bed you said. I like to give up control, go a little wild, so I'd answered. 

That was 5 months ago... Somehow this CL hook-up / fling was turning into a long-term relationship. After all, how many small, NPR-listening, sober metal-heads are there in our area? I'd never met another one before. And our other proclivities certainly overlapped well, too.

Today is your birthday, though, and I have the day off work. We're meeting your family for dinner later, but there are a few hours to kill before then. I think we should celebrate some ourselves in the meantime. I work 60 hours a week for minimum wage, you're going back to college full-time; we decide to go to a matinee at the movie theater, a small extravagance. It's a Wednesday afternoon, and there's a new movie out you want to see. So I get ready, and you drive over & pick me up.

We get to the theater in plenty of time, the previews haven't even started yet, so we get good seats the just a little above center. Being a weekday afternoon, not many other people come in, maybe a dozen. The nearest people sit down three rows back from us, a little to the left. As the lights fall I turn to you & hand you a small jewelry bag, wishing you happy birthday, and telling you this is just a part of your gift. You look at me curiously. You aren't the type of guy who wears jewelry. On second inspection, the bag doesn't appear to contain the bracelet or ring one would expect. It's a small remote. You look at it more closely, then look back up at me, one eyebrow raised.

"Where's the other part?" you ask me, not daring to believe.

I grin at you and tell you; the bullet it controls is up my pussy, of course. I see your eyes fire at that. You know I'm something of an exhibitionist, but this is more than you'd expected.

The main feature is starting, we really shouldn't be talking now. We look forward, and watch as the movie you wanted to see rolls. About 12 minutes in, I feel the vibrator start up. It has 10 functions. You click the buttons every so often to change the speed and pattern at will. 

I'm having trouble focusing on the screen now. Not really a movie I would have chosen any way, it can't hope to compete with the sensations in my pussy. I glance around, and decide it's time to give you the 2nd part of your present.

I slide my hand to your crotch and find you semi-hard. A minute of subtle, gentle rubbing has you nearly solid. I slide slowly down in my seat, and bend over your lap. I look up at you while my hands open your button & zip down your fly. Now your eyes are huge. There's no way I'm thinking of doing what I'm doing! Playing with the vibe is exciting, but getting tossed out or arrested for public indecency... I'm still looking up at you when my hot mouth closes around your cock head, and your eyes fall shut as your head tilts back. 

I slide my tongue and lips down your shaft, sucking your length to the back of my throat. One had slides up and rings around the base for your shaft before moving to your balls. I fondle them, lifting & shifting them as my head continues to move up and down your cock. I stop at the head every so often to lick at the hole in the tip, run my tongue around it under the ridge, and rub just underneath where you're so very sensitive. You love it when I twist my head as I move down you again; when I suck hard enough to hollow my cheeks as I pull back.

I love it, too. I love the way you get hard for me when I'm bad like this. I love the way your pre-cum coats my tongue. You know full well I can have small orgasms just sucking you off, and rubbing my pussy on my heel a bit. I moan just a little. Not enough to be heard over the sound of the movie. More than enough for you to feel, your whole length held in my mouth, my tongue rubbing along and across your shaft. I can even stick it out just a little and lick the top of your ball sack sometimes. Right now, you're too engorged, though. That's a trick for getting you going fast. For quick blowjobs.

This isn't one of those times. I suckle you for over 40 minutes, as you pretend to watch the movie. As the people in front of us sit in ignorance. As the men three rows back pretend not to see me giving you head. As the monitor ignores the sexy, petite woman on her knees in the middle of the theater. While you occasionally remember to change the setting on the vibe. 

Finally, you can't take any more. I know how to give head, I know how to get you going, and the situation is just so erotic and exciting. You held off as long as you could. You groan. Your hands go to my head and hold me still as you thrust into me, fucking my face while I kneel before your seat. My panties are soaked. I look up at you again as you cum hard in my mouth, shooting your semen into the back of my throat. You taste so good. My pussy spasms around the vibrator. I LOVE making my man spend himself in me. I love the feel of your cock pulsing in my mouth almost as much as I love it when you cum in my pussy. I swallow every drop and lick you clean. Well, at least as much as you'll let me in your over-stimulated state. 

Then I sit back, and slowly slide into my seat again while you put yourself away. You lean over to kiss me, and offer me a sip of the soda we bought on our way into the theater. We settle in, and watch what's left of the movie. You shut off the vibrator for now, it's job is done for the moment. I have no idea what's going on in the film. I really don't care either.

The movie done, we get up from our seats and wait while the others file out. The men who sat behind us won't meet my gaze. We kiss a minute more and you tell me how amazing that was. After all, we aren't teenagers, we're responsible adults, we aren't supposed to be fooling around in movies like that. But that's one of the reasons you like me so much. We aren't supposed to fuck in dressing rooms or stairwells either. Responsible adults go to dinner parties and respect their partners too much to ask them to swallow (or so our friends tell us). 

So we get back in the car to head home and get ready for dinner with your family. On the highway you dare me to ride with my shirt and bra pulled up so the other drivers can see my exposed tits. It's an old game between us at this point. The truckers who look never seem to have any complaints. I can tell which ones are new to trucking by how big their eyes get when they see me. 

At home we realize we've got an extra hour before we have to go. Time to fuck. We strip down and you spank me over to the bed as soon as we get to your bedroom. As I bend over the end of the bed, you step behind me and line your dick up with my wet hole. It doesn't matter the bullet's still in me. It doesn't matter I'm normally so tight you doubted the first time we were together you could fit 2 fingers inside, and I am currently swollen from hours of teasing and anticipation. You fuck me anyway. And it feels incredible! 

Inside of me, you push the vibrator into my g-spot with each thrust. Your right hand grips my hip to pull me harder against you, your nails leaving their imprint in my skin. Your left hand reaches up my back to tangle in my hair and pull my head back. FUCK! I cum hard. My body goes stiff as my pussy tries to throttle and milk your shaft. And you cum again. That throws me right back over the edge. 

We crawl up on the bed to catch our breath, then get up and clean ourselves off. We pull our clothes back on with weak muscles, and make our way out to the living room. We sit on the couch and check the time. 20 minutes before we have to leave. We decide to just sit and snuggle for a bit. We pass out together under the throw. 

That's why we were half an hour late to your dinner, even though we were free all day.