2 comments/ 22730 views/ 11 favorites Late By: DrLargo I am sitting in our front room when you arrive. You are over an hour later than we agreed we would meet to leave for our weekend away. You had called to say you were meeting a few girl friends after work for a beer. We agreed that we would meet at 5pm and as per our agreement that is when I arrived. It is now, however, well after 6pm. You enter the room and I look up from my book. You are a vision of loveliness, sultry, sexy with just a hint of wild tramp thrown in for good measure. Looking at you causes my cock to stir, always. You are wearing tight faded jean, low heels and a loose cotton top. Your hair is a tangle of brown curls, falling over your shoulders and face. You look at me with your head slightly bowed, eyes hidden slightly behind your curls. You start to talk and I simply shake my head no. You stop talking and stand there. I know you are wondering if I am going to yell, wondering how mad I am, waiting for me to react. You know I am disappointed, you know I might punish you, or I might simply ignore the situation, it really depends on my mood. I wonder if you sometimes defy me just so that I will punish you. You love the way I occasionally spank you when you are bad making your ass cheeks burn red with the contact. But you also love the way I make you come afterwards, face buried in your red ass, tongue tickling your asshole, fingers working your clit and nipples until your ass hole spasms around my tongue and your juices soak my hand. I walk over and stop in front of you. Your eyes are looking down, your face hidden behind your curls. I lift your face softly and kiss your lips. I whisper in your ear, "You have been bad." I feel your knees buckle as you slump against me before regaining composure. I know you are instantly aroused by the knowledge you will be punished but are wondering how the act will manifest itself. I grab your hair in my hand and tighten my grip, applying enough pressure to give you a tingle in the scalp and to let you know that struggle is futile. This reminds you that you are mine to do with as I please. I pull your head back so I can see your eyes. I see the lust burning in them. The desire to be taken is almost overwhelming your senses. I bend down slightly and bite your neck, hard, and you gasp, it has begun. I reach into your top and grab your breast and pull it roughly from your bra and shirt. Your nipple is red and swollen already, I bend down and tongue it and then bite it, and you gasp again. I lean back and slap your breast, hitting the nipple, a small sharp spank. Each smack bring a gasp from your and a small squeal. Pleasure mixed with pain, a combination that is like a drug to you. I stare in your eyes as I pinch and pull at your nipple, your gasps coming faster now. I pinch it harder, searching for the edge but every action simply arouses you more, sending shocks of pleasure from your nipple to your clit. I pull your other breast from your shirt and give it the same treatment, holding onto your hair to control you motions and ensure you don't move away from the punishment your swollen nipples deserve. Your hands go to the front of your pants to put pressure on your aching pussy but I push them away. I pull your hair now forcing you to your knees; you know exactly what I want. You unzip my pants and remove my rock hard cock. You hold it tight as you start to lick and suck the head. I grab your hair with both hands and apply pressure. Just enough pressure so I can control the motion of your mouth on my cock, not too much that I can't feel you resist when you need a slight break. I slowly begin to fuck your mouth; deeper and deeper into your throat I push. You are passive now, your hands pinching your own nipples. I push my cock deep in your throat and hold it there. I slowly pull it out and you gasp for breath. I wait an instant and then push back into your throat, two or three slow strokes and then you need to breath again. I am in total control of your body; you are my fuck toy, my slutty little slave. I try to decide if I will come in your throat as I feel the pressure building in my balls. I am close and I know you can taste the come leaking from my cock. Your sucking increases in intensity as you become desperate for me to fill your mouth, desperate for the taste of me. I pull you to standing and spin you around. I grind against your ass as I work both your nipples with one hand. My other hand has gone to your throat as I pull you against me. I feel the weight of your body as you give in totally to my control. Your breath is deep and rapid. I walk you to the end of the couch and push you over. You bend over at the waist with your belly resting on the arm of the couch, your head buried in the cushions. I grab your two wrists in my hand and pull your arms behind you. I see you slowly rubbing your exposed nipples on the fabric and I wonder if you are about to have an orgasm. I bend over and say, "Stop, do not come until I tell you." Your motions slow but do not stop, I know you are close to the edge and are riding the beginning waves of your impending orgasm, waiting to be allowed to unleash the torrent. I step back and look at you, you turn around at the lack of contact and I see the horror in your eyes as you realize your ass is facing the large living room window and that there are people walking on the street outside. I see you struggle to stand and I simply shake my head no. You look at me pleading, afraid to speak but totally embarrassed that someone might see you. I know with the light outside that no one can see in but I let you continue to stress. The conflicting emotions of passion and potential discovery always bring your orgasms to higher levels. I reach around and unbuckle your pants pulling them quickly and roughly to your knees. They are tight and only allow you to spread your legs a small amount. My cock is still rock hard and I desperately need to finish. The sight of your beautiful ass and wet pussy in front of me causes me to lose control. I cover my cock with saliva; I step forward and plunge my hard cock deep into your pussy. You scream at the sudden fullness but I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock. I grab your hips and pound into you. I want to fuck you as hard as I can, wanting to make sure you remember how you disappointed me. In and out, the entire length of my cock disappearing into your pussy, over and over again. You are soaking wet, juices dripping down your thighs, covering my cock and balls. I raise my hand now and you catch sight of it out of the corner of your eye. I slap you hard on the ass and then continue to fuck you. Every couple strokes another smack on the ass. Both cheeks are glowing red and you are screaming, yelling at me to fuck you, to use you, to take you. I grab your waist with one hand and your hair with the other, pulling hard. You look back over one shoulder, eyes half closed in lust, watching me fucking you, loving the sight of my cock disappearing again and again into your pussy. I adjust my angle slightly and I can now feel my cock slamming against your cervix. Each stroke ends in a shock of pleasure for us both. Again and again, I push into you, I can feel you pussy tightening as your orgasm approaches, it is almost uncontrollable but I know you are trying to hold it back. You bend forward even further hoping for deeper penetration exposing your little ass hole at the same time. I lick both my thumbs and push them into your ass, you gasp and I can feel your ass pulsing as I move my thumbs in and out in time with my penetrations of your pussy. After each stroke I pull my thumbs apart slightly opening you up and increasing the intensity of the sensation. I piston into you as fast as I can, almost losing my balance but desperate to be as deep inside you as I can, wanting to merge my body with yours to experience a single orgasmic explosion. I know I can't hold on much longer so I tell you it is ok to come. You let out your breath in a deep gasp. I realize you have been holding your breath trying to hold back your orgasm. I grab your shoulders with both hands as your orgasm sweeps over you. I continue to fuck you as your pussy contracts around my cock. Now I am coming, deep in your pussy, spurt after spurt, as I gasp and try to remain standing. I slow my strokes as your orgasm subsides and my cock slips out of your pussy. I ask you if you have learned your lesson and you nod yes. I grab your hair, softer this time, and push you down to your knees again. You take my cock in your mouth and gently clean our sex from it. I think about fucking your mouth again but decide we need to leave for our trip. I pull you to standing, kiss your lips softly and whisper, "I love you." Late Lee is late again. Fifth night in a row. She is tired of this shit. She told him the last time that she was tired of waiting up for him. Tired of finally going to bed alone waiting for him to slip in hours later. Lee promised he wouldn't be late tonight and yet it's past 11pm and he's nowhere to be seen. So Essy is taking things into her own hands. She's going to show her husband what he's been missing these past few nights. She slips out of their home in her night grown and a warm coat then slips on her black heels as an afterthought. His building is dark and security isn't very tight so she slides in unnoticed and makes her way to the elevator. On the 8th floor she heads to the only office with a light on. The door is wide open and she can see Lee talking on the phone with his fists clenched and an aggravated look on his face. He doesn't notice her in the doorway, too occupied with his heated conversation. Not to be ignored she stomps into his office closing the door behind her. Watching him almost fall out his chair leaves a pretty little smirk on her face. "Johnson we'll have to continue this tomorrow. Yes. I'll talk to you then." Lee drops the phone and stares at his wife. "I was on my way home, I swear." "We should be in bed by now. I should be wrapped around your waist at this hour." She drapes her coat on the chair. Lee's eyes trail up her long brown legs to her short black night gown. The silk and lace one, it's his favorite. "Still could happen you know, I could lay you down right here on my desk." Lee stands hoping to touch his wife's soft skin. Essy backs away from him and bites her lip. "What?" "You left me alone," she wanted to make her husband pay. "I'm sorry baby. Let me make it up to you," his fingertips stroke up her arm. "Uh uh, don't touch." She watches his bewildered look and can't help but giggle. He deserves this. She pushes him back into his chair and plants herself on his desk in from of him. Contact with the cold wood makes her shiver. She spreads her legs wide and her gown gathers at her waist, Lee is practically salivating. His hands again attempt to touch before she swats them away. Smiling she shifts her weight to slide her panties off and into Lee's lap. "Don't touch those either baby," he stares at the lacy panties that landed right on his hardness. He looks like he wants to pounce. Essy easily strips out of the gown tossing it to the side and watches him clench his fists. He's never been good with self-control but he seems to been holding it together quite well today. She's on full display now. If someone walked past this office it would be quite a sight. Essy, completely bare on this desk with her legs spread. Lee, gripping his leather chair, mouth agape and panties sitting atop his hard on. It's a sight she'd pay to see. She wants Lee to never work late again. So two fingers travel from her mouth to her pussy and she makes pornographic moans as rubs herself. She knows what her husband likes and she can put on a damn good show. She pinches her nipples and rakes her nails down her stomach and listens to her man groan. Essy pushes her two fingers inside and mews just like he likes. She thinks he'll pass out before she's finished. Essy loves the look of desire on her husband's face. Whenever he gave her that look at home nothing could stop them. They've been late for many events because of that look. His eyes are a hooded darkness that would scare anyone else but Essy loves it. "Fuck baby, this could have been you," she whispers, fucking her fingers harder and throwing her head back. She didn't realize this would feel even better with an audience, it's making her wetter than she's ever been. "Oh it will be," he unzips his slacks and pulls his cock out. She lets him stroke once or twice before carefully stopping him with her high heels. There's just something seductive about a man in a suit touching himself. "You don't deserve that baby. You keep your hands on that chair and watch me." His hips are moving, thrusting at air searching for relief of any kind. She can tell he wants to yell. He wants to pull her to him and fuck her hard for tormenting him. But none of that is happening. Lee's been neglecting her and she is going to show him how she takes care of herself when he's not around. She wants him to regret not being a part of the fun for so many nights. Her fingers slide out and she puts them to his lips so he can taste what he's missing. Lee greedily sucks and nips at them trying his best to show Essy his mouth can be more productive in other places. She yanks away before she shows any weakness. The fingers he dined on slide to her clit, rubbing just right and Essy's hips buck off the desk. Lee is growling as she calls out his name. She shudders as her orgasm hits. Her head hangs off the desk and she's completely drained. She can feel Lee's eyes ravishing her body. The sheen of sweat coating her skin, her open thighs, and the rise and fall of her breasts as she tries to recover. She hopes he never forgets the sight of her laid out on his desk. She hopes he has to leave this office to actually get work done. Essy laughs just thinking about it. She picks up her panties, making sure her fingers brush his cock. When it jumps and he groans loudly she almost feels bad for all of this. She almost throws her leg over to ride him and give him relief. But she remembers the first few times she had to work so hard to get herself off without him. He needs to suffer a bit. She redresses silently and seductively. Lee's eyes never leave her body and his hands never leave the chair. She gives him credit for being so obedient. His hands still grip the chair and his cock is out standing at attention. The look on his face is priceless, he can't believe his wife would leave him like this. "No more late nights. I promise, baby." She knows he's telling the truth this time. Late As the car idles in front of the school, in line with all the other parents waiting to pick up their children, I take out my phone and call you. "Hi, baby," you say, the tension in your voice coming through the line clearly. "Do you need something?" "I was just about to pick up the kids and thought I'd see how your day is going and if you wanted something special for dinner. Is Michaels still breathing down your neck?" "Yeah. Every time I try to get something done, he's there handing me a whole new list of bullshit to do. And if it's not that, I've had emergency meetings with three different clients today. I'm going to be late, so you and the kids just go ahead and eat without me." "Sweetheart, why don't I just do something simple, like steak and green beans. Just call when you leave and it'll be ready for you when you get home, okay?" "Yeah," you say with a sigh. You sound so exhausted. "That sounds wonderful." "Will you need to work tomorrow?" I ask, knowing that you need a full weekend to recover from the extra workload you've been under. "I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I can catch up on everything urgent if I stay a bit late tonight. Everything else will hold until Monday. Hey, I've gotta go, baby. I love you and I'll see you tonight." "I love you, too," I say before pressing end. As the line of cars begins to move, a plan starts to take shape in my mind. You've been too stressed out these last few weeks and it's past time I did something to help with that. A quick call to my mom doesn't help. She's still in Ohio visiting my sister and her family. So I call your mom instead. She gladly agrees to watch the kids for the night. Her sly innuendo and comments about 'needing time for the two of us' makes it clear that she knows what I'm planning. Or at least she thinks she does. After a quick trip home to get bags for the kids, we're soon on our way to your mom's. Again, she tells me we can take our time coming to pick them up. With a hug and a kiss and a reminder to be good for grandma, I wave goodbye to our little ones and head back to the house. Going into the kitchen, I do some advance prep for dinner, getting a thick steak out of the fridge and salting it liberally before leaving it on the counter. It's going to be a light meal tonight as too much food on our stomachs would be a very bad thing for the activities I have in mind. Feeling hungry, I also pull out some cheese and cut a slice off the French loaf I'd picked up that afternoon and have a small snack before checking the time. Five fifteen. Plenty of time, I think, but it wouldn't hurt to get things ready just in case you don't have to work as late as you thought. I go upstairs to our room and undress, tossing my dress in the direction of the hamper in the corner of the room, followed shortly by my panties and bra. I reach into the dresser and pull out a pair of black lace bikini panties and slip them on, making sure the lace waistband lies just so on my hips. I stand in the closet debating what I'm going to wear tonight for a few minutes, struggling to decide between the dark green corset with the black lace or the black brocade, I finally settle on the latter. Years of practice have made me rather competent at putting on a corset alone, though not nearly as quickly as when I have your help. I decide to pair it with the boots that have never failed to make your mouth go dry, soft black leather with a four inch heel that lace all the way up to my smooth, toned thighs. Now dressed, more or less, I go to the locked cabinet in the back of our closet and open it. I remove the items I think we'll need and step back into the bedroom, placing some of them on the bed, arranging them for the best visual impact, before going downstairs with the rest of them. I place the remaining items in a neat row on the dining room table, knowing the impact they'll make on you when you see them, all lined up and waiting for you. All I can do now is wait for you to call so I can start dinner. I turn on some music, a collection of Vivaldi. For some reason, baroque music always feels like the perfect accompaniment to these evenings, something about the light, airy strains of the harpsichord serves as the perfect contrast to what will be happening in just a few hours. As the music is piped through the house, I settle into the couch with a book and wait for your call. A few hours later, you walk through the door, dropping your keys on the sideboard the metal thunking against the wood. I hear your heels clicking against the floor as you walk towards the kitchen. As you pass through the dining room, you stop, your breath catching in your throat as you see me sitting at the table, an open book and a glass of beer immediately in front of me, the plate of cheese and bread sitting to the side, clearly picked at. Further down, you see the items I laid out, letting you know that I have an interesting night planned. "You're late," I say, my voice deceptively soft. "I'm sorry, I told you..." I slap the table with a black riding crop, the sharp slapping sound reverberating off the walls. "Did I ask for your pathetic excuses?" "No." I stand up and you notice for the first time what I'm wearing, the corset hugging my curves, pushing my breasts up and together. I slowly walk around the table to where you stand. I see your throat flex as you swallow against your suddenly dry mouth. I walk up to you, towering over your five and half feet, tapping the crop against my thigh in time with the concerto playing softly in the background. I run my left hand up your chest and over your throat, finally cupping your chin. "No, what?" I whisper in your ear, my voice hard and my fingers squeezing your jaw. I hear you gulp, desperately trying to get saliva into your dry mouth. "No, mistress," you manage to say. "That's better," I say, patting your cheek. "What's our word?" "Cayenne, mistress," you say, your brown eyes sliding shut in surrender, only to shoot open as I swiftly step back. "Good, pet. Now, strip," I command, and watch, my eyes hooded as you slowly begin to undo the buttons of your blouse with shaking fingers. I lash out with the crop, striking your thigh. "When I give you an order, I want it obeyed quickly." Your fingers move faster and soon the blue silk falls from your shoulders. With a quick zip, your skirt joins it on the floor. In seconds, your bra follows, a faint red line remaining under your breasts from the underwire. As you reach down to begin unclasping your garters, I slap your hand sharply with the crop. You flinch back and lock your eyes on mine. "Leave them on. Panties off, though." You shift nervously and I notice that you wore your panties UNDER your belt. This is going to be fun. I reach up and pinch the bridge of my nose, sighing deeply. "You stupid girl. Everything I do for you and all I ask is that you obey a few simple, easily remembered rules. And yet you constantly disappoint me. Bend over the table." You step forward and bend at the waist, placing your hands on the table, your long, delicate fingers flexing against the cold, dark wood. I walk behind you, your eyes following me nervously. I slap your ass hard with the crop, a faint red welt rising on your smooth, pale skin. "Eyes forward. Bend more." Your hands stretch out in front of you, your breasts just barely touching the table. Let's make this a bit more interesting. "Hands behind your back." Between your heels and how far you were already leaning, there's no way you can do anything except lie on the table without the use of your hands. You turn your head so your cheek is pressed against the cool surface and look at me out of the corner of your eye. I pick up the length of rope sitting on the table and run it through my hands before swiftly and with a practiced touch tying your wrists together. I tie off the excess around your waist. I lean over, the rough material of my corset rubbing against your skin. "Keep those legs straight," I whisper in your ear before turning and walking into the kitchen. I fill a glass with ice water and grab a straw, as well as the foil covered plate sitting on the counter, a knife, and fork. As I walk back into the dining room, I smile at the sight of your ass in the air, framed by your garter and stockings, the welt from earlier now shining proudly. I walk around the table and sit in the chair directly across from you. I make a show of setting the knife down in front of you, relishing the mingled fear, helplessness, and curiosity in your eyes. I peel the foil back from the plate, the smell of the steak and green beans filling the air between us. I slowly and deliberately take the knife and begin to cut the steak into bite sized pieces, your stomach emitting an audible growl as you see and smell the dark pink, almost red flesh. I eat slowly, taking my time to chew each bite, occasionally moaning as I enjoy the rich flavor of my meal. Once the steak and beans are half gone, I finally deign to notice you. "Drink," I order, placing the straw of the water glass in your mouth. I let you take a handful of sips before I pull the glass away and pick up one of the green beans with my fingers. "Open." We go on like this, silent, feeding you by hand until the plate has been cleared. "Are you still hungry, pet?" I ask, more than ready to move on to the next phase of our evening. Even more, I don't know how you're still standing there. This is the longest I've made you stay in such an awkward position and I can see your legs shaking with the strain. "No, mistress." "Then there's the matter of your disobedience." I pick up the knife and make a show of wiping it clean, the juices from the steak leaving pink stains on the white linen napkin. Thank god for bleach. "I want those panties off and I want the stockings to stay on." I stand up, moving behind you. I place my hands on your soft shoulders and order you to stand, helping you up. I turn you to face me and stand inches in front of you. I reach behind you and pick the knife back up, slowly raising it to place it against your flushed cheek, carefully angling it so that the edge doesn't touch your delicate skin. "How do you suggest I do that?" You gulp, the muscles of your throat flexing under your skin, the fear evident in your eyes. We've never added a knife to our play before, particularly one so sharp. There's nothing more worthless than a dull knife and you know I would never allow one in my kitchen. "I don't know, mistress," you whisper. "So once again, you prove to be completely useless," I say, running the heel of the cold steel down over your throat towards your breasts. I step behind you and set the knife on the table. You exhale, your shoulders sagging with relief as I slide my hands down your sides over the garter belt to the tops of your thighs then back up over your ass, sliding my fingers under the straps holding up your stockings and I grab the lace waistband of your thong. With a few quick tugs, first one side then the other is shredded. I grab the back and slowly pull it up through your ass and off of you, your low moan as the rough lace drags your overheated pussy making my own throb in sympathy. "Turn around," I whisper. You turn to face me and I cup your chin with one hand, pressing against your cheeks to force open your mouth before shoving the destroyed, wadded up lace between your lips. You're breathing heavily through your nose now, your breasts rising and falling with each inhale and exhale, your skin flushed and beaded with sweat, your eyes black with lust. I take the free length of rope from where I'd tucked it under and begin to wrap it around your breasts, guiding you to turn as needed and pulling the soft hemp tight around your breasts, causing them to engorge with blood. I walk around you, trailing my fingers over the taut rope and your hot skin, confirming that you are fine in the ropes. I pick up the soft, well worn leather collar from the table. Its black surface had lost some of the reflective luster it had when we bought it, and the notch used to buckle it around your throat had developed a slight crease through much use, but it still served its purpose perfectly. I gather your hair in my hands and gently drape it over your shoulder as I buckle the collar in place. You make a noise that's not a moan or a whimper, but something in between. My pussy is throbbing now and I feel a surge of heat rush through my body. Picking up the last item from the table, I clip the leash to the D ring on your collar. "Come along, pet, it's time for you to be punished for forgetting the rules." I slowly lead you toward the bedroom, going behind you on the staircase and keeping a hand on your back to help you with your balance. "Kneel, pet," I order once we're in our room. Seeing the surrender and arousal in your expression, I decide I've earned a small reward and slide my finger under my panties and through my slick folds. I sigh as I tease myself briefly, making sure that my fingers are fully coated in my wetness. I withdraw my hand and pull the panties from your mouth, tossing them aside. I hold my hand in front of your lips and order you to clean my fingers. Your eyes slide closed and an expression of bliss comes over your face as you moan around my fingers, taking your time in sucking every bit of my essence clean. I pull my hand away and with a few quick tugs of the rope, I untie you. Your overly sensitized breasts, the blood now freely circulating, become targets, each receiving a sharp slap from the flogger I had picked up off the bed before I pick up the nipple clamps and place them on you, delighting in your gasps and whimpers. "Now pet, I don't care how you do it, but I want you in plow pose. And you're going to be there for a little while. Would you like a pillow for your shoulders?" "Yes, please, mistress." I pull one of the pillows off the bed and set it on the floor. I watch as you maneuver your lithe, lean body in the pose, your shoulders and head resting on the pillow, your torso pointing towards the ceiling, arms straight out behind you with your fingers locked together, and your legs straight and at an angle to your body, your toes, still in your pumps, just barely touching the floor. The glorious sight makes me thank whatever fortune was smiling on me the day we met at yoga class. "Close your eyes, pet." I move to the nightstand and listen to your steady breathing as I select the toy I want, a smooth, heavy steel plug. I squirt lube on my fingers and slowly begin to prep your puckered asshole, clearly displayed to me by the position you're in. Your breaths become moans as my finger easily slips inside you. I pump in and out a few times before adding another finger. You whimper as I pull my fingers free from your ass, missing the feeling of fullness. I squirt a bit more lube on the plug then press it against your flexing asshole, sliding it inside easily to the accompaniment of another throaty moan. "Don't move," I order as I stand and move to the en suite to wash my hand. I have plans for your pussy still and I don't take any chances with my possessions. I take a quick look in the mirror and note with satisfaction that apart from the flush of arousal covering my cheeks and chest, I still appear completely cool and collected. I walk back into the bedroom, my heel clicking against the tile for a few steps before sinking silently into the carpet. You're still exactly as I left you, ass pointed toward the sky, the silver flange sticking out, appearing to glow in the soft light. Stepping around you to the bed, I pick up the flogger, my pussy throbbing with the anticipation of bringing the heavy elk hide straps down against your soft, pale skin over and over again. I listen to your slow deep breaths, noting the occasional hitch in the otherwise steady pattern as you struggle to control your arousal. "You've disappointed me tonight, pet. First you were late. I think that deserves ten lashes. Speaking without my permission, trying to explain your mistake warrants another five. Then there's the matter of the panties. Ten lashes for disregarding my orders." I pause for a moment, idly slapping the heavy straps against the side of my leg, "And another five for making me destroy an otherwise perfectly good pair of panties." Your body tenses in anticipation and I hear you take an extra deep breath to prepare yourself. Normally, for so many lashes, I'd have you tied to something to support you, or simply have you bent over the bed. Stepping over to your side, I swiftly draw my arm back and bring it down hard, the straps thudding against your ass, the glancing contact against the plug making you flinch and cry out in a scream of mingled pleasure and pain. "Open your eyes," I say, squatting down next to your head and lovingly caressing your face, staring into your eyes. Seeing the love and surrender in them, I place a gentle kiss against your cheek and whisper, "Don't forget to count, pet." As I stand, I hear you gasp out, "One, mistress." I deliver the next few blows in a slow deliberate manner, waiting a silent five count between each one. I take care to alternate the lashes from one cheek to the other, making sure that the full brunt of the strike doesn't come down on the piece of steel rising from the cleft of your ass. Until the sixth stroke. I'm more gentle than I have been so far, but I aim directly for the plug. You cry out, an animalistic scream of pain and lust and flinch with your entire body before you remember yourself, taking a few gasping breaths to reestablish control and stretch your arms and legs back out to where they were before. "Six, mistress," you pant. We continue, your ability to stay still and keep the count while being so terribly aroused makes me so proud of you. With each blow, you become wetter and wetter, your juices dripping out and sliding down toward your abs and coating the insides of your thighs. The smell of your arousal is overwhelming in our room. It takes every bit of willpower I possess to continue your punishment instead of simply bending down and plunging my tongue as far as I can get it into that fountain of ambrosia. But continue I shall. The strike targeting the plug continue randomly, but with an increasing frequency. The last five all aim for the shining target, standing out coldly against the bright red skin surrounding it. The count comes now not as gasps, but as cries and sobs. "Thirty, mistress!" you cry, your voice rough and ragged. "Please, mistress," you beg incoherently. Tired of denying both of us, I answer your plea, rolling you forward out of the pose you've held so long and pushing you down on your back, the carpet scratching your flushed skin. "Arms straight out over your head, pet," I order, waiting for you to move them, surprised by the speed of your obedience before kneeling between your spread thighs. I take a deep breath, your scent filling my nostrils. I've always found this aroma to be more pleasing than the finest perfume and more appetizing than a deliciously fragrant meal. I'm no better than Pavlov's dogs, I think with a grin as I lower my watering mouth to clean all around your open, swollen vulva with my tongue, moving in slow, flat strokes, trying to draw every drop of the thick, succulent fluid into my mouth. Your hips begin to thrust involuntarily, tempting me to come closer to where you need me. I wrap my left arm around your right thigh and throw my forearm over your hips, my hand pressing down firmly to still your movements. I look up at your red face, covered in beads of sweat, your normally perfectly styled hair totally disheveled from your thrashing. "Patience, my pet," I say in a firm voice. You groan and try to thrust against my grip a few more times before your writhing subsides and I hear you whisper, "Yes, mistress," in a shaky voice. Late After a few more licks, I'm satisfied that you're as on edge as you can be. I quickly swipe my tongue over you, starting with a broad flat stroke but ending with a hard pointed flick to your clit. You cry out, an incoherent outburst of pleasure as you come hard and fast, your hips jerking up and your shoulders curling up off the floor. I'm pleased to note, though, that while they bend slightly, your arms stay more or less where I want them. I give you a few seconds to recover before diving back in, using my tongue to manipulate your entire vulva, from top to bottom. I take my time, the first one was easy, a treat for being such a good pet during your punishment, but the next orgasm would be yours only when I was good and ready to give it to you. In the years we've been together, I've learned your signals. I know which spot to touch that feels so very good, but not quite good enough. I know that focusing on a spot just a few millimeters above and left of your clit will make you come within seconds. And I know that you can't come when I press my thumb firmly against your urethra. Using all the knowledge of your body I've earned through the years I push you right to the edge and keep you there until you've turned into a quivering, sobbing mass of flesh and bone, your pussy clenching helplessly around my fingers pressed against your g-spot, your pulse pounding against my tongue, and your hips struggling uselessly against the firm grip I have around you. Finally, I lift my thumb, suck your clit into my mouth, pinching it between my lips, and curl my fingers hard against your g-spot, feeling another orgasm rip through your body. You completely lose control and your hand flies to tangle in my hair, holding my head against you. I slowly ease the pressure of my ministrations and withdraw from you gradually, inch by inch. Your hands fall away and your body goes limp. Through your gasps for breath, I can hear the repeated mantra of "I love you, I love you..." being whispered over and over. "Open your eyes, pet," I say, standing up. Once your eyes are open and fixed on mine, I slowly draw the fingers of my right hand into my mouth, making a show of licking the digits clean. I can feel your juices coating my face and wipe my chin with my thumb, licking it clean again. I hold out my hand to you and help you to your shaky feet. I guide you over to the bed and lay you down, your legs hanging over the edge. I reach down and silently pull your shoes off your feet, your legs completely limp in my grasp as I do so. Placing the shoes back in our closet, I come back to the bed and unclip the garters from your stockings before rolling them down your legs and off, setting them aside. "Move up the bed, pet, and lie on your stomach," I say softly. Once you're settled on your stomach, I undo the hooks on the back of your garter belt and lift your hips so I can pull it out from under you. I sit next to you on the bed and look over my handiwork, taking particular pride in your bright red ass, the plug still barely peeking through between your round cheeks. I pick up the glass of ice water and press the end of the straw to your lips. "Drink, pet. You did very, very well, but we're not through just yet," I say, brushing your hair back from your face. You drain the glass and I set it aside before taking the bottle of lotion sitting on the nightstand. Pouring some out into my hands, I rub them together to warm the creamy liquid before gently applying it to your tender ass. You hiss at the first touch but slowly relax into the soothing motion as I rub the salve in, adding more lotion until your skin has absorbed as much as it can. I turn my attentions next to your limp, exhausted limbs applying some of the lotion to the already fading impressions left by the rope. I roll you over and do the same on your chest and tender breasts. Your breath has become slow and shallow and your eyes are taking longer and longer to open after every blink. I feel a surge of tenderness go through me as your eyes focus on mine and your lips shift into a small, shy smile. I lean down and kiss you gently, pulling away to the sound of your contented sigh. "You rest for a few minutes, pet, but don't think I'm finished with you yet." "Yes, mistress," you sigh, rolling back onto your belly and hugging the pillow, your eyes sliding peacefully closed. I sit there for a few moments, running my hand up and down the soft expanse of tour back, before going back to the dining room and cleaning up the mess from dinner. It only takes me a few minutes to get everything cleaned up. I take another beer out of the fridge and refill my glass. I lean against the island, sipping my beer and trying to ignore the persistent, aching throb between my legs. It will feel so much better if I wait and make you pleasure me. But I pushed your limits and you need a chance to recover before diving back in. I drain the last of my beer, rinse the glass and take a couple bottles of water from the fridge before heading back to the room. I step through the door, ready to order you to your knees, slightly surprised to see you already kneeling, your ass resting on your heels, the leash still clipped to your collar and hanging down between your breasts. I bend over and pick it up, dragging the backs of my fingers over your swollen vulva, up your stomach, and between your breasts. Pass the end of the leash to my left hand, with my right I grip the leather just below the clasp and give it a sharp upward tug. "Up, pet. On your feet." Once you're standing, I unclip the leash and set it aside, picking up a small pair of weighted nipple clamps, the weight dangling from the end of a chain about 3 inches long. I cup your breasts and run my thumb gently over your tender nipples, giving a firm flick to reach of them. Your body tenses as I lift the first clamp to your nipple, gently holding your breast while I firmly attach the clamp. Once it's on, I drop it, pulling my hand away rapidly, hearing you gasp as the small weight pulls your nipple down with a sharp tug. In spite of that, you don't follow the weight to the ground like the first time we did this. I smile at the obvious struggle you're going through, your teeth clenched and your hands balled into fists at your side. As you try to regain control of your breathing, I swiftly repeat the process on your other nipple. This time the gasp is a cry and your deep breaths come more rapidly. I pick the rope back up from where I had dropped it earlier and with swift, sure movements soon have you in a body harness, with a knot resting right over your mons. I pull a small vibrator out of the nightstand and twist it into the harness and turn it on, the vibrations being transmitted by the rope all over your body, and particularly to the knots pressing against your pussy and the plug still in your ass. Taking another length of rope, I retie your arms behind your back and guide you to the bed, giving you a hard shove to make you fall onto the soft surface covered by rumpled sheets. The effect of lying on your belly on the bed negates the weights and somewhat dulls the vibration through the ropes, but doesn't completely erase them. I take yet one more piece of rope and tie your legs at the ankles, leaving your knees spread slightly, then bend your knees to attach the rope to your wrists. "Are you comfortable, pet?" I ask, stepping back to look over the enticing vision you present. "Yes, mistress," you answer, your voice slightly muffled by your cheek being pressed into the bed. "Good," I say as I strip off my panties and climb onto the bed. I prop up some pillows against the headboard and lean back, spreading my legs and scooting down until my soaked pussy is on an inch from your face. "You've been very good tonight, my dear," I reach down and brush your hair out of your face. "Time to enjoy your reward." You lift your head and eagerly wriggle forward a few inches, wincing as the chains tug on your nipples. You look at me, your eyes clearly reflecting your desire and adoration. "Thank you, mistress," you whisper, your voice thick with lust, before lowering your head and putting your mouth to a much better use than mere speech. You press your slightly opened lips to my vulva and your tongue darts out to caress me. You moan at the flavor of my thick juices as you suck, pulling my labia into your mouth. I reach down with my right hand and let my fingers tangle in your hair, putting the slightest bit of pressure on you. Not enough to pull you closer, but enough to keep you from pulling back. You keep your eyes on mine as you slide your tongue between my lips, parting them and exposing my hard, throbbing clit. I've been on edge all night and I know it won't take much, just the slightest touch in the right spot to make me come. But I want to draw this out longer, enjoy the building sensations, hover right on the edge of that pleasurable abyss. "Slow down, pet," I whisper huskily, "I want this to last." I see your eyes sparkle mischievously, like you're thinking about ignoring my order and make me come hard right then, but a sharp tug on your hair reminds you who's in charge and your tongue pulls back from right beneath my clit, moving lower, stroking my labia and moving closer to my opening. Your tongue pushes into me and I close my eyes and moan in bliss. You are so talented and know just how I like to be touched. "That's it, pet, just like that." I run my left hand over my breasts, dipping my fingers below the top of my corset to play with my nipples, aching with need. I ride the swell of arousal, your tongue alternating between plunging inside me and stroking my labia, your lips working me expertly, drawing me ever closer to the edge. "Now, pet," I whisper through my moans, my grip on your head tightening as your tongue begins its attack on my clit. After a few flicks you suck me into your mouth and pinch the base of my clit between your lips, fluttering your tongue against the tip. My left hand joins my right in pressing you tight against me, your nose pressed against me and cutting off your breath. My back flies off the pillows and my head goes back as I emit a primal cry of pleasure, the waves of euphoria flowing out from my pussy to surge through my entire body. You continue gently licking and sucking me, trying to get as much of my essence into you as you can, but aware that I'm slightly too sensitive for your full efforts. I relax, enjoying the attention as I catch my breath. I sit up, loosening my grasp on your head and whisper, "Stop, pet." With a soft whimper of protest, you lift your head, licking your lips clean of the fluids still clinging to your face. I scoot back and throw one leg over you to join the other before sliding off the bed. I stand and reach behind me, untying the laces in the middle of my back, loosening them enough to unclasp the busk. With the corset off, I stretch my back a little bit and take a few deep breaths before I turn and bend over to unlace my boots. I make a point to turn my back to you and stand so I'm just barely in your field of vision as I bend at the waist, smiling as I hear you let out a pitiful noise of longing at the sight of my ass exposed to you like this. Once I get the first boot unlaced, I stand up and step out of it before repeating the process with the other foot. Now completely naked, I get back on the bed and spread my legs for you again. I reach down and, instead of grabbing your head as you expect, I begin to run my fingers over myself. Your eyes keep flicking back and forth between my vulva, inches away, and my face, looking for an indication that I want you to resume licking. "Patience, pet," I say through an exaggerated moan. "Do you want my pussy?" "Yes, mistress," you say, licking your suddenly dry lips. "Please let me worship your pussy, mistress." In reply I press my fingers against your lips, which readily open and begin sucking, your tongue desperately trying to pull every bit of liquid off them. After a few seconds, I pull my fingers out to a loud 'pop' and tangle my fingers, wet with your saliva, into your hair, pushing your eager mouth against me. The attention you give me is intense and overwhelming. In almost no time at all, I'm arching my back, my hips thrusting against your mouth. "You may want to slow down pet. You're going to be down there for quite a while, so don't wear yourself out yet." You pull back an inch or so and look up at me. "Yes, mistress," you say, the simple words seeming incredibly erotic with my juices dripping off your chin, before resuming your efforts, slower this time. Over the next thirty minutes, you take me over the edge three more times, though none are as strong as the first two, they all leave me gasping for breath. I can tell that we're coming close to the limits of your stamina as you pull back to stretch your aching jaw every few minutes and your tongue moves slower and slower, sucking on my clit becoming your dominant way of pleasuring me. As I bask in the afterglow of my fifth orgasm, I contentedly sigh, "Stop now, pet." You pull back and collapse down on the mattress, your back muscles exhausted from holding the same position for so long. I lie there relaxing for a few moments, letting out a soft, happy laugh when you shift so that your head is pillowed on my thigh. I gently run my fingers through your matted, sweat soaked hair before getting up. I stretch briefly then go about untying you, gently rubbing the newly exposed skin, the red impressions left by the ropes snaking across your beautiful skin. I give you a brief, gentle massage, working out muscles stiff from going so long without moving. I slide off the bed again and hold out my hand to you. With a grunt of protest, you get to your feet and I lead you to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I let the water warm up and turn to face you. I place my hands on your hips and pull you against me. You loosely wrap your arms around my waist and nuzzle the top of my chest, sighing contentedly. I tilt your head up with a finger under your chin and place a soft kiss on your sore lips. "Come on pet, let's get cleaned up." I pull back and reach up to your throat, undoing the clasp on your collar and setting it aside. I step into the shower, pulling you along behind me. We stand under the water, exchanging soft kisses and caresses. I slide my hands down your back and grip your ass. I give it a brief squeeze before ordering you to turn around and lean against the shower wall. I grasp the flange of the plug and tell you relax as I begin to pull it out, your muscles still gripping it. As I slowly pull, you push and let out a sigh of relief, your body readjusting to the absence of the heavy intrusion. I rinse it off and set it aside before telling you to stand back up. I grab the puff and our body wash and work up a lather. I take my time washing you, making sure to gently and thoroughly clean every inch of you. I direct you to stand under the water and rinse while I wash myself. Next, I take up the shampoo bottle and pour out a small amount into my hand. You lean against my chest as I slowly and tenderly work my fingers over your scalp, washing out the sweat and tangles that filled your hair. You move back under the water to rinse before leaning back for me to put on conditioner. You're practically purring as my fingers run through your hair, applying the product to ever inch. After doing the same to my own hair, while you lean heavily against me, fighting to stay awake, we both rinse and share a few more kisses. I turn off the water and reach out for a towel. I softly pat you dry before drying your hair. I direct you to sit on the closed toilet while I dry myself off. Once I towel myself off, I take up the brush and blow dryer and proceed to slowly work through your hair, leaving it completely dry and full. "Go change the sheets, pet," I order, pressing a kiss to your cheek before drying my own hair. Once my shorter hair is dry, a prospect considerably less time consuming compared to your locks, which hang halfway down your back, I step into the bedroom and see you tucking in the last corner on the fitted sheet. I go around the room and pick up all the toys we used, either putting them back in their place or setting them aside to be cleaned. I leave the room and go downstairs, making sure everything is in order and turned off. Pressing the power switch on the stereo, the lilting sound of the harpsichord that had filled the house this evening fell silent. I walk up the stairs after turning off the lights and double checking the doors. In our bedroom, I see you in the dim candle light, lying on your side on the freshly made bed, your knees bent and your head resting on the pillow. "Lie flat on your back, pet," I say softly and smile as you lazily roll over. Taking up the lotion again, I proceed to give you a full body massage, working out every knot and kink in your body. I spend a long time on your shoulders, making sure that the knots that chronically plague them are gone, at least for the time being. Finally done, I pull the covers over your limp, relaxed body and climb in behind you. You roll over to face me and curl up against me, your head tucked under my chin. "Cayenne," I whisper, gently rubbing circles on your back, bringing our night to an end. "God," you say, the sleep creeping into your voice. "I needed that so bad. Thank you, baby." "I could tell when I called this afternoon." "I suppose I should ask where the kids are, but I'm honestly too worn out to really care. Your mom's, I'm guessing?" "Yours, actually. Mine's still visiting Greg and Valerie." "Ah," you say, your eyelashes fluttering against my skin as you drift off, your breathing slowing and deepening, your body going limp in my arms. I kiss the top of your head again, taking time to inhale the particular fragrance that's uniquely yours. "I love you, sweetheart, more than I can say. Sleep tight." I tighten my grip around you and close my eyes, shortly joining you in blissful sleep. Late Late. Yes, I was late. Charles, my boss and friend had graciously given me a job at his bookstore with only one condition, don't be late. But he was currently in the back so hopefully he wouldn't notice. I felt terrible. It was the first time I was late, so maybe he wouldn't say anything. I tossed my purse under the counter and quickly opened the store. About five minutes later, Charles walked out of the back room, a scowl marking his features. He knew. Thankfully, I was waiting with a steamy cup of coffee. I was holding it up like it was the holy grail and I had a huge smile on my face. He didn't say anything, just took the cup, gave me a pointed look and walked to the front counter. His mood improved over the day and by the time I left for my shift at my other job he was smiling. The next day I made sure that I was on time. I did well about not being late, but about a week later, I really started slacking off and there were a couple days that I was about fifteen minutes late. The first two times it was because of traffic, but the third I was an idiot and didn't pay attention to the time. For some reason I felt the need to spend some extra time on my appearance. I was wearing a pretty simple pink sundress, but underneath I was wearing a white bustier along with a matching white thong. I do love my fancy underwear. I didn't even get a chance to sneak around him. No chance to bribe him with coffee. Charles grabbed hold of my arm, dragging me to the back room. He didn't even bother with opening the store, he just slammed the door behind us, shoving me against the back wall. "I fucking told you not to be late!" "I'm sorry," I whimpered. I felt like his hand was going to leave a bruise on my arm. "I should fire you, Dot! This is the third time! In a week!" Charles shouted, finally releasing my arm. "No, no, no, no, Charles! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It won't happen again," I pleaded, "Please don't fire me, I'll do anything. Punish me anyway you see fit, just don't fire me!" With my words Charles had paused, looking intently at me. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and I was so worried. He yanked on my shoulders, pulling me toward him. His nose was practically touching mine now. "This is a fucking business! I have to have reliable employees. Did I make a mistake by hiring you?" I stared at him with wide eyes, scared to say anything. I had never seen Charles this angry. Normally he just got a little irritated, then got over it. He never raised his voice. "Answer me," he said menacingly. I jumped a little at his soft spoken words. "No, I'll be on time from now on. I promise," I said meekly. I could feel tears starting to prick my eyes. I wasn't used to my friends yelling at me. I guess the difference was that Charles was not only my friend but my boss too. My lower lip quivered a little and I tried to turn away before he could see it, but he caught my chin keeping me facing him. He was staring intently at my lower lip. He was very serious, and he still looked angry, but his thumb trailed tenderly across my trembling lip. "Charles?" I questioned as I was finally able to quell my urge to cry. "Shut up," he said quietly. I didn't say anything else, trying to figure out what he was thinking. I could feel my brow begin to furrow after a couple moments of silence. Charles's face was still formed into a scowl, while his thumb stroked across my lip. It was like he was in a trance and I couldn't help but stare up into his eyes, which were still trained on my lips. He began leaning forward, his lips almost grazing mine. He continued to stroke across my lip and his other hand buried itself in my hair, gripping at the base of my skull, yanking my head back. I stared up at him, lips parted. I was panting a little bit now, seeing the look in his eyes. Charles looked like he wanted to devour me. Angrily devour me, but nonetheless devour me, and I wanted him to. He gripped my chin, his thumb pressing a little harder than normal. Charles was no longer looking at my lips but intensely into my eyes, gauging my reaction as his tongue licked across my bottom lip. I could feel myself gasp. I was so surprised by his action that I wasn't paying attention to what was happening again. His teeth sank into my lip, pulling at it. I couldn't take it anymore, lifting my hands up to bury them in his hair. Charles apparently didn't like that because he quickly grabbed me by the wrists and pulled my hands away from him. I was very confused by now, not understanding why he wouldn't let me touch him after what he just did. He was glaring down at me like I had just done something rather offensive. I'm sure my confusion was showing on my face. "I'm still fucking pissed at you," Charles stated, his voice quiet. "Then why...?" "Don't say anything. I'm trying to figure out how I want to punish you." "Punish?!" I asked in a shocked voice. What the hell was he talking about? Charles pressed his index finger onto my lips, forcing my silence. He was smirking like he was having a private joke. "You just told me I could punish anyway I saw fit. Already forgotten? Mmmm the possibilities. I also think I told you not to say anything." Ok, I do remember saying that, but I'm not sure he was taking it the right way. His hands trailed up my arms grabbing firmly onto my shoulders, and forcefully spinning me around, so that I was facing the wall. My hands flew up, pressing against the wall to steady myself. My confusion was getting worse, or I was just trying to convince myself that I was confused, because in the back of my mind I could see where this was heading. Charles pushed his body up against my back, pressing me flat to the wall. He gripped a fistful of my hair stretching my neck taut, while flattening his other hand on my stomach. "You piss me off more often than anyone I know, Dot. How the fuck are we still friends?" Charles said against the shell of my ear, still holding my hair tightly. His hips were pressed against my ass and I could feel his cock hardening against me. He was getting turned on! I know I should have realized it before now, but I was distracted by not wanting to be fired. I'm gonna be honest, I had never really given much thought to being attracted to Charles. Don't get me wrong, he is one of the most gorgeous men I have ever met, but he was always so serious. I was much too laid back to be attracted to him. At least that's what I thought. Right now though, it was really turning me on. I was still a little frightened of how angry he was, and what he was planning. It was also exhilarating at the same time. My dress was being lifted up in back, exposing my thighs. I shivered, feeling a cool draft blow across my skin. Charles bit down sharply on my earlobe making me tense. I felt him back away and pull my hips with him. My dress was now flipped up over my hips baring my thong and ass to his gaze. "I'm so tired of your shit," he muttered right before I felt the smack of his palm against my ass cheek. I flinched and tried to pull away from him, but he wasn't having it, his hands gripping my hips. "Charles, ow! God-" I started to shriek as his hand came down again. I was now trying very hard to wiggle away from him. "Stop fucking moving, or it will get worse," Charles's voice threatened from behind. I whimpered but stood still. "Why?" I whined, wanting to know why the hell he was spanking me. His palm circled my ass cheek, soothing the flushed skin. "It's this or I could always fire you." I opened my mouth to say no, but his hand landed with a sharp smack. I closed my mouth biting my lip, then said in a husky voice, "Are you blackmailing me?" Charles pulled my hair over my shoulder and away from my neck, running his nose and lips up my neck, resting his lips against my ear. "I wouldn't consider it blackmail," I flinched as his hand smacked against my ass. "Consider it punishment, which you said I could do, Dot. You wouldn't want to go back on your word, would you? Don't worry though, you're going to like it." "Like it?! You're-" CRACK! Hitting me, I finished in my head. I whimpered and laid my head against the wall. I didn't rest it there for long, because Charles's hand grabbed me by the hair and pulled it away from the wall. "I told you not to speak. Your voice is just pissing me off right now. If you don't keep your mouth shut, this will only get worse for you." He smacked the other cheek, giving the other a break. I also think he was doing it to make his point. He did a good job too, because my lips became permanently sealed together. "Good girl," he whispered, rubbing soothing circles on my behind. Charles got distracted for a couple moments, taking my cheeks in his hands and squeezing them, pulling them apart. "This is a good color on you," he told me while he continued to rub my now bright rosy pink ass. I rolled my eyes but kept my mouth shut, not wanting to incur anymore of his wrath. "I can practically hear you roll your eyes," his lips were next to my ear again. WHACK! I yelped with the strike of his hand. Charles ran his hand down the crack of my ass, his fingers trailing over the fabric of my thong, adding a little extra pressure when he passed my back entrance. I tried to conceal a shiver of pleasure, but I wasn't quick enough. I could hear a satisfied groan from behind me. His fingers ended up resting on top of my cloth covered, swollen pussy lips. I let out a whimper as he pressed them against me, his middle on the seam of my lips and pressing against my clit. He kept adding pressure and I curled my right hand into a fist, unable to do anything, because I was facing the wall. When his other hand landed on my ass, I cried out and slapped my previously fisted hand flat against the wall, gasping. I had also unconsciously tightened my thighs around his hand, trying to keep it trapped against me. I heard his rough chuckle behind me right before he spanked me a few more times in quick succession, then asked, "Have you had enough? Do you want to turn around?" I had no idea what I was feeling. My ass cheeks were glowing with warmth and my cunt was begging for him to continue to touch me, but my brain was telling me I didn't want to be spanked anymore, no matter how much my body was enjoying it. Not knowing what to say and my thighs quivering, I just made a noncommittal noise, and hoped he would just tell me what to do. The pressure from his hands on my hips told me that he wanted me to turn around. Not one to argue with him right then, I turned around to face him, my dress falling back down. I looked up at him through my lashes, biting my already swollen lips. I had been biting them the whole time he was spanking me, trying to keep my noises to myself. It didn't really work, obviously. Charles's eyes were glittering and he was looking at me sternly, maintaining his frustration with me, but I could definitely tell that his lust had diminished his anger a little bit. He pulled my bottom lip from my teeth and leaned forward, licking across it. The stroke of his tongue was nice, soothing. So it was a shock when his teeth sank into the tender flesh. It wasn't enough to break skin or bruise, but it left behind a punishing pain that I wasn't expecting. I was staring at him with wide eyes, and he stared back, eyes smoldering. Seconds later, his lips were pressed tightly to mine and I was pushed back, spine flattened against the wall. It didn't take Charles long to whip my dress over my head, leaving me in my white bustier and thong, then his tongue was thrusting domineeringly in my mouth. I was almost a moaning mess, lifting my hands to bury my fingers in his hair, but Charles roughly shoved them away from himself. He slammed my wrist against the wall on either sides of my head and holding them there. In this position, my nipples were about to peek over the edge of my bustier and it didn't help that I was breathing heavily. Charles was mesmerized by them, staring intently. "Keep them there," he said, referring to my hands. He was feathering his fingers down my wrists, down to my elbows, and up over my shoulders. He hooked his index fingers into the top of my bustier and looked me right into the eyes mischievously, smirking. It didn't take much of a tug, only centimeters and my nipples were exposed to the cool air of the back room. He was kissing me again and his fingers circling around my nipples, then tugging at them. They weren't nice tugs either, they were rough pinches and hard pulls. Any other time I would be yelling at him that they weren't something that he could manhandle, but the roughness was oddly something that I was enjoying. We had crossed some line where the small pains he was inflicting were pleasurable. I arched my back against him hoping that he would do more. Charles's mouth trailed down to my left breast, pulling my nipple in his mouth and letting his hands drift down to my hips. He shoved one hand into my underwear, finding my soaked pussy ready for him, and grabbed my ass with the other. The same time he slipped a finger inside me, he bit my nipple, making my body go rigid against him. I was already on the edge of climax and could feel the muscles in my pelvis begin to tighten. He bit down on my nipple again, making me cry out his name. The hand that had gripped my ass, came down hard on the side of my ass cheek making me shriek and almost cum. Apparently Charles had different plans and removed his touch from me completely. I lowered my hands from the wall, letting them hang at my sides and staring at him wantonly. Why had he stopped? I opened my mouth to ask him, but he cut me off yet again. "Go over to the desk and bend over. Don't make a fucking sound." This whole 'don't make a sound' thing was really starting to piss me off. I couldn't stop myself from saying "Yes, sir," rather sarcastically. Charles instantly scowled, but I could see a hint of humor in his face. He may have wanted to be angry, but he was enjoying himself. With a sassy walk, I made my way to the desk and bent over, then cheekily stuck my ass out toward him. I heard him messing with his clothes, then walk up behind me, and was fully expecting the smack to my ass that I received. I wasn't expecting it to be quite so hard though. I was going to have a bruise in the shape of his hand. This time though he didn't soothe it away. He just slid my thong to the side and ran the head of his cock between the lips of my pussy. I pushed backward when he lined himself up with my entrance and slammed himself into my wet core. As soon as he was inside me, I clamped down on him, crying out with pleasure. He slapped my ass right after I made the noise, reminding me that I was supposed to be quiet. Fuck that shit. He withdrew slowly, wrapped my hair around his hand and wrist and yanked my head violently back as he thrust roughly to the hilt. I gasped for air, since all of it had seemed to vacate my body all at once. He began thrusting against me rhythmically, his thighs slapping against my ass, while he intermittently spanked me for the noises I was making. This wasn't romantic and it wasn't just sex or making love. He was fucking the hell out of me, claiming me for those couple moments that we were sharing together. He was using his cock as a sweet pleasurable punishment, bludgeoning my pussy into submission. I have to admit that I was completely okay with it. At one point he stopped moving, his hips resting tightly against my ass as he leaned forward to speak in my ear, which only made him go deeper. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, his breath puffing against my ear. I nodded my head, pulling my own hair because it was still fisted in his hand, making my eyes water a little. "Good," he muttered, then continued to fuck me into oblivion. He was grunting and groaning behind me in the hottest way and I could tell that he was very close to coming. I tightened my walls around him, wanting to force him over the edge. Charles smacked my ass and I tightened even more around him. "Fuck, Dot!" He slapped my ass again before a freight train of expletives left his mouth. I felt him spurting, and filling me with his cum. I couldn't hold it together anymore and came around him. Right in the middle of my orgasm, Charles's hand landed one last time on my ass, only intensifying my climax. After my body relaxed, I felt my legs give out and Charles had to catch me before I hit the floor. He helped me into the office chair and stood back to straighten his clothing. He hadn't even taken anything off. His pants had just ended up around his ankles. "I have to go open the store," he said a little breathlessly. "Take a couple minutes, then I expect you out there." I nodded my head and tried to settle my breathing as he left to go up front. It took me about five minutes before I could stand up and readjust my undergarments. I had to force my breasts back into my bustier, which was very uncomfortable by the way. I yanked my dress over my head and tried to fix my hair. I'm sure I looked atrocious. After about ten minutes I finally left the back room to find Charles setting up the register. When he saw me, he smirked a little, then walked away from the register and around to the other side of the counter. He was fishing in his pocket for something. He pulled out his keys. I looked at him questioningly as I moved to stand behind the counter. "I'm leaving. I'm going to take the rest of the day off." I raised my eyebrows, a little surprised. He leaned across the counter and looked me right in the eye. "Don't be late again," he said threateningly. If my punishment was going to be like it was this morning, I would be late everyday, but I didn't want to push my luck with him. I knew that with his business, Charles didn't play around. Late I'm late and she's mad. I know she's mad. It's just that the line at the first flower shop was so ungodly long that I had to go to another shop, and that one was out of roses. Well, they had a few, but they weren't beautiful enough for her. By the time I got to the third flower shop, it was already six-thirty and I knew she'd be waiting, but I'd be damned if I showed up without flowers. Red roses, like she carried in our wedding. I was missing her so I hurried the florist along and she glared at me. I was thinking, listen lady, I'll have a hell of a lot more estrogen on my case if I'm any later. It's seven when I pull into the driveway. I see a single light on, and it's in our bedroom. Good sign. I softly unlock the door and climb the stairs to our room. I am trying to position the roses carefully behind my back as to shelter them from any barrage I might receive from my wife if she isn't in a forgiving mood. I see her and my breath catches in my throat. She's sitting on our bed, back to me, her hands in her hair, pinning it loosely on top of her head. She doesn't turn around. Locks of dark hair tumble down her shoulders and wisps fall down the back of her neck. Her muscles are tight as she moves her long fingers through the softness of her hair. I drop the roses onto the bed and take my coat off, never taking my eyes off her. Her back is sculpted and smooth and I follow it down to the beginning of the roundness of her ass. I can see the curves of her breasts emerging as she moves her arms and my knees feel weak. I'm at a loss, and it's not unusual. Sometimes she stuns me and completely amazes me. I pluck a rose from the bouquet and drop it next to her. She doesn't move. I drop another rose on the other side of her, and another behind her, and another, and another, until she is surrounded by a dozen red roses. They're all reaching for her and worshipping her and she loves it but she won't forgive me and I don't know what to do. I see that she has placed candles all over the room; she's put our favorite toys and foods within easy reach but I don't want it now, and I know she doesn't either. I need her, raw and uninterrupted. The need for her is constricting me and choking me and I grasp the last rose so hard that I break the stem. Shaking, I kneel behind her, crushing roses and needing her. I softly touch her lower back with the softness of the rose petals, fully expecting her to pull away, and overwhelmingly aroused when she doesn't. I sit back on my heels and loosen my pants to relieve some of the tightness building up around my cock. She hasn't lowered her arms yet, and I'm dying to touch my lips to the softness on her sides, where her breasts are being pulled upward and held majestically in place. I know she prefers it slow, especially now, but I want to take her… I run the rose further up her spine and feel her shudder. It's touching her just how I know that she needs to be touched. Our life has been busy lately, I think. We haven't had the time together that we've wanted. She misses me, and God, do I miss her… The petals kiss her neck and she's lowering her arms, putting them behind her to support herself, and she's opening up, blossoming and I feel her. I want to look into her eyes but she won't have it; for once in a very long time, I am feeling her soul and I'm being absorbed into the crushed pain that she's held there for so long… so many times, she's told me… I adore you … and I suddenly know her adoration as she leans into me, naked and vulnerable and hurt by me, because I am suddenly defining adoration. I'm defining it by her; she's my adoration. She's falling into me and I let her fall. Her loveliness is enveloped by the passionate flowers and I feel that I did something right. Her hair has tumbled loose and it's spread out across the bed and onto my legs like a cascading sunset. Her lips are slightly open and I see that her lipstick is smudged a little. Her eyes are puffy but she won't open them; her arms are resting across her breasts and stomach, and she is unreal. I shift and let her lie uninhibited there as I watch her. We are in a movie, somehow, because I can hear the soundtrack of our lives echoing around us like the voices of a million angels. I can't breathe as I take in the roundness, the readyness of her breasts, the subtle bulge of her stomach, the glistening of her navel ring in the moonlight. Her legs are apart but I can't bring myself to look for fear that I will explode in desire. Cautiously, I lower myself to within inches of her and breathe on her neck. Tiny goosebumps appear on her skin and her nipples harden into tiny rocks adorning the lushness of her breasts. I breathe down her shoulder and arm and take her hand in mine. I'm scared that she'll pull away, but I can't wait any longer, and I touch my lips to the smooth skin of her palm. The goosebumps reappear. I am in a place of amazing peace. She's here with me, the queen waiting to bloom in a sea of red roses, spread out for me to absorb and take. Now, leaning over her chest, I see that it's rising and falling gently with the air that I am breathing on her. I can't help it and I take a nipple into my mouth, tasting it, the warm heat of my tongue melting it into this beautiful glory. Something escapes from her lips and I move away, thinking it's a protest. But her eyes are closed as if in a dream, and her arm has fallen from her breast onto her hip, and her hand is resting between her legs. Her fingers, nestled deep inside herself, emerge glistening. Her head is back and, in one motion, my pants are around my knees and my fist is wrapped around my throbbing, swollen cock. I begin to slowly move my hips to the rhythm of her breath and the pounding of my own heart. With my other hand, I trace a line down her cheek, softly grasp her breast, explore her all the way down until I meet her hand. She is pleasing herself, I can tell, and I don't want to stop her. I just rest there and watch her slowly touch the divinity until I can stand it no more. She opens her eyes for the first time and we drink each other. Wordlessly, I stand up and, still grasping my aching cock in one hand, I pull my clothes off until I am naked before her. She is watching me with the expression one might have upon coming across a rare and unimaginable discovery, and I feel as beautiful as she is. I go back to her and wait for her to allow me in. This isn't sex, she's telling me with her eyes, pleading with me to understand, this is us, it's me and you… and I know and I agree with her. She's letting me in, reaching for me, pulling me to her lips, and I love her. Her tongue is running slowly across my lips and I shudder. Our kiss grows and grows until I am consumed by her. I lie her down and look into her eyes, knowing her. I am obsessed with the look in her eyes right before I take her. It's patient and needy and vulnerable and lustful. I kiss her neck and her back arches into me, her toes creeping up the back of my thigh until her leg is wrapped around my waist. All barriers are down now, and my hand is tangled in her hair, my other hand still slowly pumping my cock, and we lose ourselves to each other. I greedily devour a nipple and she suppresses a moan. I am growing impatient with the roughness of my own hand and lust for her warmth wrapped around me like a glove. She senses it and pulls my hand away and, sliding down, crushing roses, she kisses my thighs. I roll onto my back and let her please me. She's loving me with her little kisses, with her eyelashes, breathing on me and teasing me. I have never been so aroused, and my hips roll into her face. She adores me but won't touch me and I push closer, wanting her to taste me as I've tasted her all day in my fantasies. She just breathes on me and I feel her smiling. I can't stand it anymore and I reach down and begin pumping myself furiously, arching my back. She pulls away, frowning, but I push her head back down between my legs. Her mouth is open in a gasp and I roll my hips back into her face, pushing one of my balls into her open mouth. She doesn't want to, but I guide her by her hair until the swollen head of my cock is between her lips. I want her to take me deeper… I'm making her mad again, and she grabs both of my hands and pulls away, glaring at me. In one swift move, she is on her back, arms extended above her head, both hands held in one of mine, and I am kissing her all over. She closes her eyes, less from pleasure than anger. But her juices are dripping all over my knees, and I am dangerously close. I position myself over her and kiss her lips, pressed shut. I keep my lips there until she lets me in again, and she finally opens her lips slightly. It's all I need, and I bury my face in her neck. Her legs wrap around me once more and I am moving toward her, hungry for her, tasting her already. I'm twitching between my legs, and we connect. The second my swollen head finds her moisture, I gasp and loosen my grip on her hands. They slide down and hold me, touching me everywhere at once like only she knows how. She guides me gently, sensing my excitement, not wanting to interrupt our journey. I slide into her, slowly, just a little. She gasps and wants it all, as usual. I thrust again, getting just a little more of my length into her warmth. She is wanting it, grabbing me and pulling me, and I can't fight her. I slam myself into her, my thickness kissing all of her walls and my fullness filling her too. She's pulling me from all directions, pulling me into her with her legs and hands and arching her back into me. I grasp her breasts and squeeze them, sucking hard on her neck as I thrust in and out of her. It's all in and I didn't know she was so deep. Her legs are shaking and my heart is threatening to stop beating but I need her… just once more… just once more… It's there and I explode into her, onto her, screaming, and she carries me through, tightening up around me as hard as she can, shuddering as well, burying her face behind her in the pillow as she arches and gasps. She is crying and saying my name, again and again, but I can't stop. I fill her more and more, and I am flowing out of her, between her legs and onto myself, and there is white light and she is there, close to me, trusting me not to let her down… It's quiet. I open my eyes and I feel like I have been here for a million years or maybe just a few seconds. She's curled into me, and she smells like me. She is all over me, breathing quiet, but I know she's not asleep. She forgave me, and she is surrounded still by roses. Late He's late. I draw back the curtains and stare out the window, looking at the headlights whizzing past. You told me to be ready by 7pm and it's already 7:15. I don't know whether I should be worried for your safety or be annoyed because you're insensitive. You know I hate it when things don't go according to schedule. I glance at my watch and sigh. "You're so cute when you're mad," you whisper against my cheek, your arm around my waist drawing me back against your chest. I didn't even hear you come in through the back door. Your warm breath tickles my neck and I smile to myself. I can never stay mad at you for too long. I turn my head for a kiss, but your hand stops me before I can even move an inch. You obviously have something up your sleeve. I decide to wait. "Close your eyes, honey." Oh my God, I hope he's not going to propose! is the first thing that pops into my head, and I chuckle silently at my silly imaginings. Trust me to go all romance-novel-heroine-like at a time like this. I feel the silky texture of cloth across the top of my nose, and a minute later I feel you tug at the knots to make sure that your blindfold stays in place. It seems like we're staying in tonight after all. Thank God I didn't waste 30 minutes trying to get my hair up into a French twist. I let out a surprised yelp as you sweep me up into your arms and carry me into the bedroom. I still feel like I'm too fat for you to be doing this, but we've been over this already and saying anything will just ruin the moment. With my arms around your neck I hang on for dear life as you put me down slowly. My high heels touch the floor and I automatically smooth my dress down over my legs. I hear your rumbling chuckle as if to say I won't be having the dress on for too long. Shivers run up and down my spine at the thought. My imagination is working overtime thinking of all the delicious things that await me. I can hear my labored breathing, and you haven't even started yet. You run your fingers slowly up and down my arms leaving goosebumps in its wake. I can feel your breath on my face, and I raise my head slightly in anticipation of a kiss. After what seemed like an eternity the familiar warmth of your lips touches mine, and I jump slightly at the fervor with which you slide your lips and tongue against my own. So, you're not as unaffected as you pretend to be. This makes me feel like I'm the sexiest woman in the world, and the head rush it brings about is great. Your hands make their way down my back and up again to caress my breasts through my velvet dress. I can't wait to feel your fingers on my bare skin and would've pulled the dress down to my waist if I wasn't too busy running my hands through your long, wavy locks, begging for you to kiss me senseless. You pull down the zip of my dress as though you had all the time in the world, drawing circles on my back as you go down, down, down. A whoosh of cold air wraps around my naked body as my dress falls to the floor. My nipples are quick to react and they brush against your clothes as I wiggle around trying to dispel the cold. I don't even know what you're wearing tonight. Once again you place your hands on my back to keep me steady; you help me step out of the dress and your warm, strong hands are comforting. A sharp gasp escapes my lips when I feel your warm, wet mouth on my breasts, sucking my nipples. You know I love it when you do this, and my knees grow weaker with every passing second. I want your fingers between my legs so badly, but you insist on having them draw figure-eights on my ass. The suspense is killing me. You pushed me down onto the soft covers just as my knees gave out from underneath me. You spread my legs wide and run your fingers along the inside of my thighs. All I want to do right now is to cross my legs and bring myself to orgasm. I am so very turned on I'm finding it hard to keep still. Suddenly your hands are gone and all I can hear is my short, erratic breathing. The urge to squeeze my legs shut is stronger still, but I know good things come to those who wait. I let out a low moan as you give my pussy long, slow licks. You are driving me crazy and loving every minute of it. I am not a very vocal person and probably never will be. I push my hips at you hoping that you will get the message, and sure enough you go into a pussy-eating frenzy. A tingly feeling spreads all over my body and I arch my back when you suck on my clit. I am so close to cumming my whole body is tense with anticipation. You reach over and tweak my nipples and this sends me over the edge, my sweaty body writhing and bucking all over the bed, the familiar feeling of extreme pleasure and lightheadedness crashing over me in waves. I am whimpering like a puppy and my heart is beating so fast it feels like it's going to burst right out of my chest. It takes a while for me to float back down to reality, and I collapse on the bed, spent. "Happy birthday sweetheart." Late "A little on the late side, isn't it?" he said. She thought she had made it in without waking him. She had been out with the girls this night. Nothing wild, just a lot of girl talk, probably a few too many rum & cokes but nothing crazy. She had wanted to leave the bar earlier but her friends had given her flack about being "whipped" and having to get home like a "good little bitch". "I thought you were going to do whatever you want and not let some man dictate what you do!" one of her friends jeered. "I am doing what I want. What's wrong with wanting to go home and crawl in bed with an amazing guy?" she answered. Even though she had a good time she just couldn't quit thinking about him. How he looked, smelled, felt, tasted... Thinking about it so much that her pretty panties were wet to the point of dripping. All she wanted to do was get home and get them off, shower the bar smell off of herself and then crawl in bed without waking him up. He was going fishing early that morning so she wouldn't wake him even though she wanted him so badly. She had just gotten out of the shower, thrown on one of his old t-shirts and just finished brushing her teeth when he scared the daylights out of her. She jumped then started apologizing immediately " I'm sorry, Honey!! I didn't mean to wake you up. I know it's late, please don't be mad!" "You're looking a little bit guilty. What's up?" he asked her as he picked up her soaked panties from the laundry basket. After a couple of seconds he threw them back down and just pointed to the bedroom. She could feel her face turning red as she hurried to the room. He looked pretty serious and she really hated him to be mad or disappointed. "I'm sorry! I tried not to wake you up!" she cried. "I'm only interested in one explanation from you." he said as he sat on the bed and pulled her to stand in front of him, "Why are your panties like that? Who was making my baby so hot tonite?" "You were." she said softly. "Me? I was here. How can I do that to you from here?" he asked as he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. She couldn't speak. His hands felt electric on her skin and sent shock waves through her whole body. She could feel the wetness returning but this time there were no pretty panties to hold it back. "Well, tell me!" he demanded. "I wanted to get home sooner! I couldn't stop thinking about you! Oh God, please... " she managed to stutter as his hand slid up to her pussy. "Well, what kept you? What was more important that kept you there?" She could barely stand. His fingers were working absolute magic on her and covered in her wetness. They slid easily inside of her as she drew in a deep breath. "Nothing... I don't... the girls... I wanted to leave... Oh Please! Please, I tried..." she stuttered again as she braced herself on his strong shoulder. "Uh huh... I bet!" he said slightly sarcastically. She could feel the orgasm starting to come. He knew exactly the spot inside her that made her crazy and he zeroed in on it with precision. He also knew she was close... too close. Standing up, he pulled his fingers out of her and put them to her lips. She whimpered a little at the sudden cease of what was just about to send her over the edge but drew his fingers into her mouth and slowly sucked them clean. "Is that what you were thinking about?" he teased. "Or was there something else?" She nodded as she knelt down. Sliding her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, she slowly slid them down. On her knees she was at the perfect height to take him into her mouth. She began slowly kissing him and running her tongue up the length of his perfect cock. Taking him into her mouth she brought it in then back out going a little further each time until she couldn't go any more. As she gently held his balls she continued to suck him in until he picked her up and laid her on the bed. She was dying to kiss him. Just thinking about that alone could get her worked up. He straddled her and started kissing her, teasing her tongue with his. Then he started kissing down her neck to her breasts. His hot breath and tongue sending bolts of lightning to her pussy. She started to beg him "Please fuck me! I need to feel you inside me... PLEASE!" "What do you want, Baby?" he teased. "I want you to fuck me, please? Please fuck me! I want you inside me SO BAD! I've been thinking about it all night. PLEASE!!!" she pleaded. As he slipped inside of her she instantly felt filled. He felt so good. "Oh God, yes! Fuck me. Please make me cum!" she breathed between sighs of pure pleasure. She could quickly feel her orgasm building. She braced herself on his muscular arms and chest and prepared for the wave that she knew would take over her. As it hit, she yelled out "Oh God, YES!" as the intense feeling of it rushed through her and gushed out onto him. She knew he was there too. "Cum inside me, please!! Do it, please! Give it to me." she begged him. Within seconds he filled her and she came again. Late You stagger inside after a long night of partying with your girlfriends. The bar great and the group of you drank so much that you had to catch a ride from someone else. The house is dark except for the single small light in the living room. You think about all the guys you teased and you start to drip with desire. You walk carefully into the living room, trying to be quiet and not wake "him" up. You know your master will not be happy about you being out all night but if you are quiet you might be able to slip his notice. You walk through not even paying attention to the room. "Where have you been, darling?" A voice said from the shadows of the chair. You are startled, turning to face the voice but you stagger against the door frame. "You've been out drinking haven't you? What else have you been doing?" He stands up and moves up to you. Looking you up and down; he scowls at your outfit. You made sure to dress in your little school girl outfit for the club: your plaid skirt, a tight black half shirt, your black boots and your choker on your neck. It always drove all the guys wild to see it and when you dance they could see your ass. You loved showing it off. It was nice having all those stares on you and the jealous looks from the other women. But now, seeing that look on his face, you are not sure it was such a good idea. He looked at you with those green eyes of his and they were a light with anger. You tried to step away but his hand latches on your arm and he pulls you close. He breaths deeply and he frowns at you. "You've been drinking, you are dressed like a slut and I can smell like ... a guy has been groping you." "No, no, nothing happened. Sweetie, I'm drunk but no one touched me," You stammer out, lying out your ass. "Do you think I am stupid baby? You are dressed like a slut, you are drunk," He says, he puts his hand under your skirt and feels your pussy," And you're wet." You look at him with shock and you realize he is right. All those stares and looks, the dancing and the flirting has gotten you wet. Your pussy is dripping. It might have been because of some of dance partners took advantage of your pantyless state; putting their fingers in you. You shudder at his touch; you love it when he touches you and that anger in his eyes gives you the excitement and fear. Your pussy drips onto his fingers and he pulls his hand away. "You are such a slut, you are dripping and you want me to fuck you right now?" "Yes, please fuck me... I need you inside me." "You don't deserve it, slut. Why should I give you my cock when you give your pussy away to anyone with one?" "No one fucked me, sir. I just teased them." "You teasing little slut, you left all those guys hard and walked away? And now you come to me for sex? Getting turned on by others and then coming home to me? Is that it?" You nod your head and hang it low. You have never seen him so angry before and it frightens you but he always turns you on. "I'm going to punish you... go get it." You know what he wants so you go into the bedroom and grab the paddle. It is heavy and black with a leather strap on one end. You meekly hand it to him and he looks at you with such disgust that you turn away from him. He grabs you and pushes you over a chair and lifts up your skirt. Lifting up your skirt, he rubs the paddle across your bare ass. The wood feels cold and thrilling as you grip on the back of the chair. "You know I don't want to punish you but you been such a bad girl that I have to paddle that ass of yours." "I know, I'm sorry." "Count them for me baby." You count out the paddles as he spanks you hard. He has never done it this hard before and it is difficult to count for him. Your hands dig into the chair and you bite your lip in between each one of the impact. Tears of pain and joy leak down your cheeks as he goes all the way to twenty. He puts his hand and gently rubs your sore butt. You look at him and smile at him, hoping of that he was satisfied with your punishment. "Now baby doll, since you want to be such a naughty little slut... I will make sure you know that your my little slut. On your knees, baby and put your ass out... and put your face in the seat of that char... the chair I waited for you in all night." You kneel then crawl over to it putting your arms and face into the seat of the chair. You hear his pants getting unzipped and then they hit the floor. He gets behind you and without any hesitation; he drives his hard cock into your tight little pussy. He is not gentle or forgiving as he pounds you from behind; one of his hands wrapped in your hair and the other griping your hip. He fucks you so hard you can feel the sting of his hips on your tender ass. You moan as he fucks you; you are a little slut. You love it when he fucks you like this and this time is remorseless. He fills you up so completely and his cock ravages your pussy. "Oh sir, please fuck me harder... please." "My baby likes being a slut?" "Yes, I am slut. I'm your little slut though sir. My pussy belongs to you... my ass, my tits, and my mouth all belongs to you." "Yes you do baby... this is my pussy and you better remember next time that you go out." "I will sir, please let me cum please." "No baby not tonight. I am going to leave my cum in your tight little pussy and you don't get to cum.' He says as he fucks you harder and faster. You can tell he is about to cum inside you. "Please sir let me cum with you... I need it. I need to cum on your cock please." "No baby, you were so naughty you don't get to cum." With a few final deep thrusts, you feel his cum fill you up and he keeps his cock inside you as he dumps his load into you. It is all you can do not to cum with him and you bite your lip as you struggle against it. A after a few minutes, he pulls out of you and stand ups, "Now go wash the stink of those other guys off of you but leave my cum in you baby doll or I will tie you down and leave you outside for someone else to pleasure." "Yes sir and right away sir." "Good girl." You take a quick shower and resist touching yourself ... you know he is watching. You dry yourself off and walk into the bedroom. You see him lying down on the bed, He holds out his arms and beckons you over. You slide into his arms. He nuzzles your neck... all is forgiven. You kiss him softly on his lips and curl up in his arms. You fall asleep planning your next naughty "error". Late "I have an early meeting this morning," I complained as his arms slid around my waist, "You're going to make me late." I gave his arm a light rap with the hairbrush and reached for my earrings. I don't know why I complain. I never win; he does what he pleases. Also part of me wonders why I would fight. "Hungry," he growled in my ear, his voice that gravelly purr he gets when he's just woken up. His teeth tug lightly on my earlobe. I set down the earrings with a sigh. "I have..." The thought trails away as his hands stroke my breasts through my blouse. No. Can't be late. "A meeting," I manage. We're standing before the full length mirror and I'm watching those hands -- God, I love his hands -- slide over the white silk. "Hungry, babe," he repeats, stroking his tongue down my neck to make me shiver. I'm always "babe" in the morning. The name-face memory is the last thing to awaken...unlike the part of him currently rubbing my ass. His tongue is warm, wet, on my neck. His hands are hot on my breasts. But I'm not done arguing yet. "Later," I try to pull away, to push his hands away, "I'll be home early since I have to go in now." I don't win, of course, but I'm starting to get into the game of it. One of his arms bands my waist as the other hand pulls my blouse out of my skirt. The possibility of later is never a good excuse for him. Now AND later is more his style. "Can I please..." I start, but now my blouse is totally wrinkled and needs to be changed. And my hair's all messy. Lucky I didn't get to makeup yet. I'm going to have to start over... "You know what it does when I see you all fancy like this," he whispers, his breath hot on my skin. He pulls the blouse up, breaking away for the two seconds it takes to tug the silk off, then wraps his arms around me again. "Damn, baby," he growls, his teeth scraping my bare shoulder, "No bra again?" I manage a shrug, but those hands are on my breasts again, this time with no silk between, and the heat of his touch spirals down to my core. Watching in the mirror, seeing him touch me, is even more arousing than the sensations he's creating with his thumbs. Those wicked thumbs. "How can I let you go out like that," he asks, nipping my shoulder again, "Knowing those horny guys you work with will see your nipples through your top?" His hands give my breasts a gentle squeeze. "Nope, you have to stay home." "I'm wearing a jacket over the blouse. No nipples in sight," I manage, fighting not to moan. One hand slides lower, stroking my belly, as the other pinches and tugs one of the nipples under discussion. I feel the tug clear down to my pussy, which has started to ache. "If I put on a bra, can I go to my meeting?" Look at that hand, dark against the very pale skin of my belly, those fingers sliding under the waist of my skirt. Another shiver and this time I'm sure my panties are damp. "What have you got under this skirt?" he growls, the hand on my belly sliding around to flip open the button at the back. "I bet you're naked," his voice is rough with desire, "Ready to be bent over the conference table and fucked." This is why he can't visit me at work. Too many surfaces to be bent over and fucked. My skirt falls away, revealing a lacy black thong and thigh-high grey stockings. His groan is hot on my neck and I feel the vibration of it in his body as he steps close enough to rub against my backside. I can feel the hardness of him, the heat of his cock even through his sweatpants. "I love these panties," he chuckles, giving them a little tug. I quiver and whimper as the thin band of lace rubs my pussy lips. He chuckles again. He knows damn well he's won. I'm wet, as horny as he is, and all but naked. He's going to get lucky this morning and I'm going to be late to my meeting. "Well, you bought them," I manage. His hand is sliding under the lace, burrowing down between my legs. The other hand still idly strokes my breast, but all my attention is now on the fingers stroking the edges of my folds. I'm watching in the mirror, unable to take my eyes from the sight of that hand in my panties. "So I did," he laughed, low and husky. Memories of that day flash into both our minds -- picking out lace and silk, visiting the dressing room, being fucked senseless in the dressing room -- I love that my guy likes shopping. And, as long as it's for covering my pussy, he doesn't mind indulging me. So I don't get any ideas about going without panties at the office -- all those surfaces, you know. His finger slides between my bare lips, seeking my clit. Another concession to him -- he loves to lick bare pussy lips. My head falls back against his shoulder as his fingers start to rub my hard little nub. Why fight it? I'm going to enjoy it. I always do. "I love how you have my name on your neck," he whispers, his tongue tracing the tattoo as his fingers continue to rub and my body melts. "Tells everybody you're mine." He gives the tat a kiss, then suckles lightly. "Maybe we should think about putting my name on your pussy..." My whole body jerks at the idea and he chuckles. "Nah...wouldn't want some artist playing with your pussy," he shifts, tracing my spine with his tongue as he kneels behind me. His fingers hook in my panties and drag them down. I'm not totally nude -- still wearing stockings -- but close enough and I'm still standing before the mirror, with his hands on my hips, staring at myself. He presses a hot kiss to the hollow of my back, then another on each ass cheek. Now we're getting to the good stuff. I love this part of our game. The possessive growling. I'm his. We both know it. There has never been another for me -- he was my first cock and I've been his woman ever since. Only his hands touch me. Only his lips. He doesn't really worry about me fucking a guy at the office. He knows his woman. But I love the feeling of being wanted, protected, desired...I love being his. I watch in the mirror as his hands slide up the inside of my leg. Again he cups me, his tongue tracing patterns on my ass as his hands part my legs. I widen my stance and can see his fingers push between my pink lips. It's erotic as hell, feeling him stroke and watching those fingers at the same time. "I want to taste you," he growls, lightly biting my ass as his fingers continue to play. I'm starting to tremble already, the sensations going straight to my core and making my pussy weep. All the blood has drained from my head and I feel my heart beat throb in my clit. "I want you to watch me when I do." "I...I see you," I manage, clenching my teeth to stop a moan. His fingers have moved back to my pussy, teasing me. A fingertip in, then sliding the rim of my hole. I see the movement in the mirror, but it doesn't prepare me for when he thrusts. I gasp, jerk, arch, as his thick finger plunges into my pussy. He grinds his hand against me, his finger rubbing, twisting. I can see in the mirror...with a moan, I shudder and see his hand glisten. He pulls his finger away, creamy with my juices, and licks it. I can't see him lick, but I hear the wet slurp of it. Then he slowly pushes two fingers into me. My legs shake as he works those fingers deeper and I watch them disappear into my body. He wiggles them and I close my eyes a moment, fighting to stay on my feet as my whole body melts with pleasure. I lean forward a little, rest my hands on either side of the mirror, trying to hold myself up. I don't want him to stop...and I moan as his fingers again pull away. "Tasty little cunt," he growls, giving my ass another nip after he licks his fingers again. His hands slide over my ass, tilting my hips, spreading my legs a little more. As I watch in the mirror, he bends his head and I both see and feel his tongue stroke my folds. I shudder, biting my lip, as his tongue teases my opening. "Quite tasty. But then, you're in a hurry..." He gets up and I barely hold back a curse. My body is primed for sex, trembling with need, hotter than the sun, and now he remembers I have a meeting. "Please..." I hate to beg, but I know it's the only way to get what I want. He loves to torment me -- offering and holding back, tasting and teasing only to leave me squirming. He shrugs off his sweats, stepping close behind me and rubbing his hands over my nakedness. His thick cock rubs the crack of my ass and I moan. His lips are again on the back of my neck and I feel him smile as I push back against him, seeking release. I feel his hips shift, hold my breath in anticipation, and then gasp as his cock slides sideways against my pussy lips. The caress makes me shiver and the sight of his red-purple head appearing and disappearing between my thighs is erotic. "I guess..." his voice is that silky purr that says I'm in trouble, "I guess I could be quick." Even before I can breathe, he moves -- his hands clamp on my hips and, as we both watch in the mirror, that long red cock tilts and surges up into my pussy. My breasts thrust towards the mirror as my body arches and I cry out. He's a big man, my body strains and stretches to hold his throbbing penis, the light pain only adding to the swirling pleasure. I love the feel of his cock inside me -- searing like a hot poker, hard as stone, filling me, pulsing inside me -- I feel the rush of my first orgasm and hear him groan as we watch my juices spill over his base, his balls, his thighs. "Yes," he hisses, beginning to thrust. It's incredible to watch this thick rod appear, dripping with cum, then disappear into my body and feel the sensation of it burrowing inside me, stretching me, filling me. Again and again...he bends his knees a little to give himself the leverage to plunge up into me, ramming my pussy. I can't breathe, can't speak, can only whimper as I cling to his arm -- all that's holding me on my feet aside from the penis impaling me. "Please..." I sob and he suddenly scoops me into his arms and dumps me on the bed on my hands and knees, his cock shifting and now hammering me from a new angle. I pant, my fingers fisting in the sheets, as his penis strokes my pussy continuously in and out. "Watch!" he demands, his own breath panting. I turn my head to see us still in the mirror, that red member still sliding in and out of my body. Again his knees bend and this time the angle has me screaming. He grunts as he jackhammers my g-spot, sending lightning bursts through my body. I can barely keep my eyes open, but then I meet his eyes in the mirror and see the hunger that he has for me. "Yes..." I sob, feeling his thrusts grow faster, harder, his cock swelling even more inside me. "Please..." It's incredible to watch the tension in his body, to feel his fingers dig into my hips, to see the veins on his neck stand out as he strains, driving that thick rod into my pussy. I can see his balls tighten, draw up even as my core begins to quiver with pending orgasm. "DAMN!" His roar is nothing compared to the tidal wave of cum that explodes into my core. I shudder through my own orgasm, unable to tear my eyes from the mirror, from the sight of my body shaking as this thick red rod pulses, buried almost completely inside me. The heat of him sears me as it fills me and spurts out around his rod, white oozing around the edges of my hole. He pumps his cock inside me, his balls slapping my swollen lips, my clit, his cum still erupting inside my pussy. Unable to still my own shuddering pleasure, I drop my head to the sheets and moan as he empties himself inside me. He pulls away with a slurping sound and I manage to lift my head again. In the mirror I see white speckles the back of my thighs, white cream oozing over my pink pussy flesh. He's standing a step away, his spent cock hanging half-erect between his legs as he balances himself with hands on his knees, panting. My pale skin is flushed pink, but that fades slowly as I shift and roll over to sit on the edge of the bed. "Well," I say, trying for a severe tone and crossing my arms over my breasts, "I hope you're happy. I'm going to be late for my meeting." His head comes up with a jerk and I see the dark humor in his eyes. "I could always come in with you, show them why you're late," he offers, the sparkle I love lighting the green of his eyes. I shiver, imagining him bending me over the conference table and fucking me while my co-workers watch. "Then you'd have to share," I manage. I can see he knows what I'm imagining. He narrows his eyes a moment and wonder what he's considering. Then he chuckles. "Get along with you," he waves at me, "And be sure you do get home early -- I plan on eating in tonight and you're on the menu." What better incentive is there than that? Late - A Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction Grell yawned and shook his head to get rid of the dizziness. He was sure he heard a sound from the entrance hall. "Willy, is that you, love?" he said loudly, voice giving away that he had already been asleep for hours. "Yes, it is me," was the response from somewhere on the other side the closed bedroom door. With a sigh, Grell relaxed again and lay back down on the pillow, pulling the blanket over his head. For a short while he merely listened to the sounds William made. Grell recognized the sound of a bag being dropped to the floor, and that heavy scythe too, then a drawer being opened and closed again. Soon, very soon he would be in the bedroom, Grell thought. He gazed at the clock. It was almost four in the night. That stubborn man kept pushing his limits further and further. Grell wanted to scold William for letting him wait so long every single day, but on second thought, the brunette was such a good boy for doing all of his work on time; he surely deserved a reward. The thought of William coming into the room possibly in mere moments, needing to change his clothes for the night, gave Grell the perfect idea for a gift for his hard working lover. "Just me," Grell mumbled to himself, and a second later the door opened and the light was turned on. In marched a William who was hard to recognize. Hours of working and then walking home in the rain had done nothing good for his hair, and his suit did not look as perfect as it usually did. It was a bit unlike the professional supervisor to look like that. "You are late, darling," Grell purred. "I made your pyjamas ready for you, it is here on the bed." He pointed with a lazy finger at a neatly folded set of nightwear on William's side of the bed. William did not even stop to look at Grell. "Thank you, that was considerate," was the tired reply. Grell frowned. Considerate? What was wrong with adorable or maybe even lovely? Well, that was not going to change his mind. The look of short, wet bangs sticking to William's forehead -- and a bunch of other small pieces of eye candy -- had already made Grell determined. Determined on giving Willy his reward. Being seduced was a reward -- right? "Have you been busy today?" Grell asked, feeling ignored as William walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth. "Very much so," William replied. "After all, I am supervising a group of more or less incompetent reapers." "But Willy," Grell complained. "I am in that group, remember? Do you find me incompetent?" His voice was getting more and more dramatic as he spoke. The buzzing sound of William's electrical toothbrush was the only answer he got until William was back in the bedroom, closing the bathroom door behind him. "I definitely see room for improvement on some points," said William, "but there are some things you never fail at." Grell lips formed a wide grin, and he wiggled his hips under the blanket. "Which things could that be, darling?" He looked up at his superior with trusting eyes. "Take a guess," William said and started changing into the neatly arranged night attire, not even looking at the other shinigami. "I don't know, Willy, tell me?" No response. Grell sighed heavily and switched to looking with admiration at all the masculinity in front of him. He sure was something, that William. Being able to ignore a set of eyes that was so blatantly looking at him changing his clothes - Grell himself could not have been so stoic under William's gaze, so cold and estimating. William was always so mysterious; you never knew what he was thinking. What could it be that he actually thought Grell "never failed at"? The redhead refused to give up. "Willy, please?" he begged. Still no response. That was it. With a grunt Grell pushed the blanket away and revealed the red, frilly piece of nightwear he was wearing. Then, he stood up in the bed, walked to William's half and stopped there, looking at William with the most sugary expression he could manage. "Willy, dear, I don't like all that secrecy. If you don't tell me, I might have to be cruel to you." William, who was just done changing into the pyjamas, turned around to face Grell, who, by the way, had chosen a pose that made him look very tempting, and he was lifting up the bottom of the dress just a little, teasing bit. William blinked. "It would seem I have no choice. Fine, let me lie down and I will tell you." Grell stepped away to make space for the other man, utterly pleased with himself. When they were both under the covers, Grell did not waste any time. He practically laid down on William, and he made sure the other got plenty of small kisses and caresses here and there. "Hmm~ what was it, then?" Grell asked impatiently and tugged at William's nightshirt. William took a deep breath, but his face did not show even a slight hint of emotion. Such cold eyes, Grell thought. "What you never fail at, Grell Sutcliff, I being extremely attractive. I believe I have never seen anyone even remotely..." Before William could finish the sentence, Grell had captured his lips with his own, kissing his stunned supervisor quite forcefully. The kiss lasted a few, sweet seconds before William broke it. "I had not finished yet," he said. Grell looked at him in anticipation. "I have never seen anyone even remotely as beautiful as you, or as enticing. You, Grell, Sutcliff, are addicting, and I pity the rest of the world, because it will never have you." A small pause, then Grell broke the silence, whispering: "Are you done?" William nodded. "Willy, that was so sweet!" he squealed, not even close to whispering this time, and wrapped his arms around the broad man as much as the lying position allowed. William responded to the hug with patting Grell's back. "I was merely pointing out some obvious truths," he stated. Grell did not look disappointed in the slightest. "You're flattering me, darling," he said and planted a kiss on the other's lips. "I thought you were going to say something about how I handle my chainsaw, but this..." He took a deep breath. "Thank you." "That is not a problem at all," William replied. Suddenly, Grell felt broad hands grab him by the hips and push him away. He uttered a disappointed grunt. "Willy, don't you want to cuddle with me?" William sighed. "I suppose I do, but I am very tired. I need to sleep right away." Strong arms were wrapped around the redhead. They were facing each other, so Grell took the opportunity to snuggle close to William's chest, resting a hand on the considerable muscles there. William closed his eyes immediately, but Grell could see how tired he was even through the closed eyelids. That was not going to stop him. The hand on William's chest inched down towards the edge of his night pants. William reached for Grell's hand to stop it. "Grell, not tonight." The grip was very weak, so Grell eased his hand free and continued downwards. "But William, dear, it is your day off tomorrow. You can sleep all you want!" William sighed. Grell grinned. When the redhead started massaging the slight bulge that had already formed there, William sighed again, but this time the tone was slightly different. This made Grell's grin even wider. He only needed to look at his superior's face once before he knew he had won. William always got that special face expression when he knew he was going to give up, and he had exactly that expression now. It looked more like annoyance than anything else, but Grell had learned to live with it, since he knew what it actually meant. He knew William was not annoyed in the slightest. Defeated and aroused, yes, but not annoyed. William opened his eyes and looked down at Grell. "Listen, I really need to sleep," was his last attempt to resist. Grell smirked and gave the still growing bulge a pinch, causing William to utter a grunt. His tired state made the sounds that wanted to escape him flow almost freely. Perfect. "William, you didn't sound like you really meant that," Grell whispered, starting to make his strokes a little more steady. With no more resistance left in his body, William tightened his grip around Grell, squeezing him, but weakly. Grell purred. "I didn't think so." William made a sound that probably meant he wanted to object, but that he could not think of anything to say. Or was it a sign of enjoyment? Grell was not entirely sure. What he knew was that he was getting tired of all the clothes. William was always wearing too much clothes, in Grell's opinion. He had to do something about that. "Willy, dear, would you mind removing your pants? Perhaps your shirt too? Such a nuisance." "But I just put them on" William muttered. "Oh, but if you don't, what will become of this?" he asked and gave William's clothed member an insisting squeeze. William grit his teeth. He hated himself for giving in to this sort of treatment, but there was no helping it. "Give me a moment, then." Slowly he lifted his hips up so he could tug the pants down. Grell watched with anticipation in his eyes, and he was almost scolding William for being so slow. When the pants were down, William sat up in order to remove his shirt. While he was still unbuttoning it, Grell leaned against him, rubbing his cheek against the sleepy brunette's shoulder. "I could remove my dress too? What do you say, Willy?" His mouth was still one, big grin. "Yes, please," William merely said. In one swift movement the dress was off, and Grell had been wearing nothing underneath it. He did little to hide his member, which was already erect from mere thought of whet was going to happen. William finished unbuttoning the shirt and took it off, allowing himself to admire the pale beauty in front of him. Grell did the same. "Oh, Will, you're gorgeous," he purred, tracing the outline of a muscle on William's arm with his finger. William looked like he was finally waking up. Without answering, William pulled Grell in to give him a kiss. Grell kissed back eagerly, radiating pure enjoyment as he did so. His attempt to make William open his mouth went well, but William decided to take control over the kiss. Grell felt his mouth being ravaged, and he choked since he had expected to be the one exploring the other's mouth. He could not hold back the small sound of surprise that came out when he suddenly felt William's hands on his rear. He wiggled his hips in the other's grip, willing him to be rougher. William understood and squeezed the delicate flesh. Grell moaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around the other. He then broke the kiss and rested his head on William's shoulder, panting. "Will, lie down, will you?" William rose an eyebrow. "What are you planning?" "Hmm, nothing really," said Grell and licked his lips while William found a relaxing position. "I just thought I wanted to reward you for working so hard." And with those words, he crawled in between William's legs and took a hold of his member. He looked up at William, subconsciously needing permission. William looked back, not quite able to keep his eyes from giving away how much he needed this. Grell licked his lips again and leaned down to kiss William's member just below the head. Then, slowly and sensually, he licked at the length of it, making sure William could see everything he did. And hear it. Feeling it would not be a problem. William's hands clenched the sheet beneath him, and his eyes grew even lustier. Grell drew his tongue from root to tip quite some times before he went annoyed with the other's silence. He brought the other hand into action as well, helping the first one stroking William growing need. Then he let the head slip past his lips and was immediately rewarded. No matter how cold William usually was, Grell knew he certainly was not immune to this. William groaned, but it was still obvious that he was holding back. Grell let out a wanton moan as he took in a little more, still helping with his hands. William was so easy to melt if you knew what to do. And this worked. Grell knew. His lips curved into a smile around William's erection, and he began to bob his head, still uttering a lewd sound from time to time. He tightened his lips, and the groan that escaped William was louder than the previous. Satisfied with that, but still bobbing his head, Grell let his hands explore William's abdomen, hips and thighs. His skin was smooth and even, and Grell shamelessly groped as much flesh as he could reach. William's hands were soon buried in Grell's hair, and his moans and groans were more and more frequent. Then, all of a sudden, Grell stopped. He pulled back and merely sat in between William's legs, sending him a teasing glance. "Grell," William panted, seemingly a little offended and disappointed by the sudden lack of attention to his need. "M-hm?" "Just a little more, please." William had reached a point where he almost did not care about his image. He was with his lover, after all, so why not just let go? Decades with the redhead had made him understand that he could hardly do anything that would make the redhead love him less. He knew it was the same the other way around. "Certainly, since you asked so nicely," Grell said, smirked and bent down to continue his ministrations. William felt his muscles tighten from the pleasure he was receiving, and he granted Grell another moan. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, and he was having trouble keeping his hips still. Grell did not seem to object, though, when William let himself lift his hips to meet the delicious caresses. Way too soon, the redhead pulled back again and left William sweating and panting. "That must be enough," he exclaimed loudly and pulled at William's arm, guiding him to sit up. "I want something too, Willy, do you think you can provide?" His voice was teasing. William nodded. "Definitely." Grell leaned in to kiss his superior, and in mere seconds their arms were wrapped around the other. They kissed each other hungrily. Grell, having intentionally neglected himself for so long, could not deny feeling rather impatient. He broke the kiss and whispered: "Take me, William," in the brunette's ear. His voice was dripping with need and want, which William found hard to ignore. "Lie down," he replied, and Grell lay down on his back, wiggling his hips eagerly. Savouring the beautiful sight, William spat in his palm and coated his erection in the slick saliva, then proceeded to position himself above Grell. "Hurry up," the quite impatient reaper begged. He whimpered when William had to search for the exact spot, drawing it out a few more seconds. William decided that this was the right time to punish Grell for seducing him like that, so he only let the head slip in before he paused the much needed movement. Grell uttered a somewhat stifled sound of objection. William smirked, enjoying the few seconds he actually had the heart to tease his fellow reaper. "William, please," Grell whined, sounding utterly wanton, and something inside William snapped. Even if he wanted to tease the redhead, he could not say no to such a needy voice. Supporting himself on the elbows so he hovered above Grell's limp body, he thrust in all the way, causing the redhead to make a most entertaining sound - a squeak that sounded like a mixture of surprise, relief and sheer pleasure. Immediately Grell's entire body became tense where it had been relaxed only moments ago, and his arms had been wrapped around William's broad shoulders, seemingly on their own accord. William felt nails dig into the skin on his back, weakly, but still enough make him groan. He leaned down so his mouth was right next to the other's ear and whispered: "You, Grell, are wonderful." Grell felt like he had died and gone to heaven. The physical attention he was receiving was no less than amazing, but those words... William saying something so sweet was rare, and it had happened twice just this night. He had finally wiped that cold expression off William's face. The sight of the man above him brought Grell back to the physical world. No matter how many times he was with William like this, he was never disappointed. And when that evil, teasing brunette finally started moving, he could not hold a single of his moans back. He desperately clung to William, wanting him to go faster already. He knew he meant to say something, to urge William to be rougher, to remind him that neither of them were made of glass, but all words had failed him. All he could utter was moans and groans, perhaps a whimper here and there. He felt the heat in his own cheeks and saw it on William's. His superior was beautiful like this, truly, with a subtle blush on his cheeks and pearls of sweat on his face. Grell knew William was still teasing him -- the rhythm was incredibly slow compared to what Grell needed -- and all he could do was scratching William's back. After so many years together, however, William understood this, and he set a faster pace. The expression on Grell's face was so sensual. It looked so needy, yet so pleased. The brunette, however, was not satisfied with just that. He needed Grell to feel loved too, and not merely taken. William's one hand found Grell's cheek and caressed it, creating a contrast to the now rather rough pace. Through the hazes of pleasure, Grell managed to cup William's tender hand with his own. He was certain that he would never grow tired of this, even though he was immortal and probably had at least thousand years to try. Right now, all the things he wanted to say to William -- exclamations of love, orders to go faster and encouraging words -- were spinning around in his head, but he could not manage to hold the moans back even a moment so he could say any of it. After a moment he simply gave up and submitted to the pleasure the other gave him. William was simply incredible; there was no denying it. Way too soon, Grell felt himself getting close to that wonderful edge, and he welcomed it with all his heart. He gathered all his self control and managed: "W-Will, I'm close, darling." Judging on the other's grunts, he was not too far away either. William did not slow down even a little. Digging his nails extra deeply into William's skin, Grell made a particularly high pitched moan and let go. Just a moment later, the brunette's face above Grell's sank into bliss, and he moaned in earnest, giving a few more thrusts before he, all spent -- pulled out and let himself fall to the mattress next to Grell. For a minute or two they simply lay there, panting and sweaty. "Willy, you are amazing," Grell whispered. "So are you," was the tired sounding, but honest reply. "I really need to sleep now." "Sleep all you want, darling," the redhead purred sweetly and sat up, trying to make order in the duvets. He pulled William's duvet over them both and snuggled closer to the already halfway sleeping man. "Good night, my love," Grell whispered. Late Admission I first met Robin in my senior year of high school. Her family had moved up from Atlanta at the beginning of August and she lived in a huge house--a mansion--in Potomac. She was very tall and had a beautiful tan. We hit it off right away and before a week was out, we were practically inseparable. We did everything together. My mom and dad had just gone through an awful divorce and it was really hard on me. I had become withdrawn and kept to myself most of my junior year; therefore, Mom was more than glad that I had made a "best" friend. I just didn't realize just how "best" a friend Robin had become. Because of the distance, Robin and I had fallen into the habit of spending one, two, even three nights a week at each other's house. Mom had no problem with this--she liked the extra pair of hands--and Robin's mom and dad took to me right away. (Yes, Mr. Boucher did make a pass at me--sort of, anyway--but that's another story.) One night when Robin wasn't there, she talked to me after dinner. "Stacy?" "Yes, Mom?" We were in the kitchen, me putting plates into the dishwasher and her wiping down the stove. I turned around when she didn't answer. "What's going on between you and Robin?" The question was so unexpected I blinked. "I've been watching you two together and you are more than just good friends," she said. My face was getting hot. "Mom!" I protested. "What are you talking about?" She laughed softly. "You know what I'm talking about." My head felt stuffed with cotton candy. How many nights had I laid awake in my bed, sometimes with Robin right there beside me, thinking this exact same thing. "I am not gay," I told her. "If that's what you mean." She looked at me speculatively, dish towel dangling from her hand, head bent to one side the way it does when she's wondering how I'm getting along. "I didn't say your were." "Well, you better not!" I spluttered. "That's . . . that's . . ." "Ridiculous?" she asked, smiling. "Yes!" "Well, true or not, Robin is the best thing that's happened to you in a long time, dear. You're happier, you're not depressed anymore and you definitely have the look of a girl in love." "Mom, she's a girl!" She came over and placed her palm against my cheek, something that would have seemed silly at any other time. "That doesn't mean much these days," she said, "does it?" I shook my head. My insides felt twisted up like a balloon poodle. "I just want you to be careful," she said. "You're barely eighteen and emotionally susceptible. You went through a lot with our divorce, and--" "Mom." "--I don't want you getting hurt." "I'm fine," I insisted. "And you are totally out of your head about Robin. I mean, no way, Mom. Not in a million years." She smiled at me knowingly, nodded and went back to cleaning the stove. * * * "You want to know what my mother said?" It was week later, at Robin's house, and we were curled up on her couch watching a movie on Showtime. The movie was about two women who meet through a personal ad run in the newspaper: Kissing Jessica Stein. It was a good movie, sad, but also funny. It really hit home after my mom's conversation. "What did she say?" "That you and I are like this." She blinked just as I had blinked. "Like what?" "Like Jessica and Helen." She put down the popcorn and sat up straight. "What?" I told her the jist of the conversation. "Well, who am I?" "Pardon?" Though I knew exactly what she meant. "Don't give me that innocent little smile," she said, breaking into a smile of her own. "I'm blonde, but I'm not Helen Cooper." "I'm Jewish, though," I said. "Only half," she reminded me, though it's more like a third. "Besides, you're a hell of a lot better looking than--" she picked up the DVD box and read the back. "--Jennifer Westfeldt." When I only grinned back at her she hit my leg. "Bitch!" "Stuck up." "I'm not stuck up." "You are so." The truth, though not as stuck up as my looks might have suggested. "You know what?" she said, settling back on the couch. "What?" "Maybe she was right." She put her arm around my shoulder, drew me close to her and kissed me. For a time, we stayed curled up together on the couch, her arm around my shoulder, my hand on her right thigh, not saying a word. The movie came to an end and we watched the credits roll. I had never kissed a girl before. Not like that. "Are you okay?" she finally asked. "I guess so." "I kinda freaked you out." "I kinda freaked myself out." It had not been a kiss of friendship. We had French-kissed each other. "Are you angry?" "Angry? Are you kidding?" "Then I can kiss you again?" I inclined my face and she came down to meet it. Her lips were incredibly soft; her tongue ready. Our tongues made love. "I'm so glad you asked me that question," she whispered. "I am so glad my mom talked to me about it," I whispered back. Her hand was on my right breast, cupping it, caressing it in way no boy ever had. I wanted her fingertips on my nipple, making it hard. I wanted the feel of her warm mouth. I went down onto my back and she came down with me. "My mother would kill us both," she said, laughing and breathless at the same time. My hands were inside her tee-shirt, massaging her back. Her bra was undone. She undid mine. Her hand found my bare breast and her fingertips found my nipple. I shuddered lightly. "I've wanted to do this since the end of the very first week," she confessed between kisses. "Me too," I moaned. Her mouth found and enveloped my right nipple, and then my left. "My mother was absolutely right, wasn't she?" "Absolutely." Straddling my hips, she sat up and peeled out of her tee-shirt; then her bra came off. I made protesting noises as she removed my top as well, watching and listening for any footfalls on the basement stairs. Her older brothers were home, her younger sister and her mom and dad. "Are you crazy?" I asked. She came down to me again and wrapped me in her arms and put her bare chest against mine; she kissed me so hard I ached. Our legs coiled and twisted like mating pythons. I marveled at the depth of my craving. I wanted her to be a man and to fuck me until I started to scream, and was so grateful she wasn't. Her hands grasped tightly in my hair and I wrapped my fingers in hers. "Bed," I grunted. "Take me to bed, godammit!" This got us both to giggling so hard that it was a miracle we got ourselves clothed again before Mrs. Boucher came and yelled at us down the basement stairs. * * * "What are you writing?" I jumped guiltily and looked back over my shoulder. She was wrapped in her white terry-clothe robe and her hair was in a towel. The belt let the front of the robe sag open enough to show me her creamy breasts. Beads of water speckled her skin. "Nothing," I said uneasily. She bent over and read the screen. A grin spread across her face. "I remember that," she said. I stirred nervously. "Why are you writing it down?" I shrugged. "Writing class." She straightened up. "You're writing it for your class?" "No," I said slowly, then "Yes," then "No," again. "Stacy, people don't know we're gay." She rubbed my shoulder to show that it was all right. "You want to tell everyone in your writing class we're gay?" "Well, no," I said. "The instructor just said to write honestly about an important event in my life." She smiled. "That night was important to you?" "Well!" I said, "We wouldn't be here now." Her hand drifted from my right shoulder to my left, still rubbing. "You know," she said, "I remember that night as well as you do. I remember that you couldn't wait until after school the following Monday--" Her hand slipped down to my blouse and undid the button at the throat. "--so that you could get me alone in your bedroom." She put her hand inside and released the center catch on my brassiere, freeing my breasts. "I also remember you had on brand new underwear," she said, fingertips trailing across the skin of my left breast, "that you couldn't wait for me to take off." "Stop it," I pleaded. "Stop it or take me to bed." She took me to bed. * * * This story then, in the best tradition of Seinfeld, is a story about nothing. What I wanted to admit was that my mother was correct those seven years ago: I was in love. And if my reflection in the mirror is any indication of how things are seven years later, I'm still a girl in love. I guess mother's really do know best. THE END Late Afternoon Flight I was nervous about flying now a days and wasn't eager to take a flight this afternoon but I was going to visit my niece and nephew which I hadn't seen in months. I was late getting on the plane and was shocked at how packed it was in the front. My seat was in the tail section, so I walked back passed the curtain and saw the back fairly unoccupied. I already had butterflies in my stomach and I walked to were my seat was. As I walked to my seat I noticed some attractive women setting ahead of me. Then I looked up and saw sitting on either side of my seat an attractive looking woman. I put my carry on overhead and made a point of looking down at the two as I did it. One of the women was simple looking with brunette hair that went down to her shoulders, hazel eyes, glasses, light skin; she was around 5' 6" tall and around 130 pounds. She was wearing a brown sweater over a yellow top and had a long dress bottom. Her breasts were probably small C's and were a nice horseshoe shape, she was probably in her late twenties. The other woman was a little younger looking maybe mid twenties and dirty blonde hair. She had perky b cups and I could see her little nipples sticking out from her v-necked dress. Her hair went down to mid-back, she was tan with green eyes. She was probably 5' 8" and 120 pounds. Hi, I'm John am I sitting between you two. I said as I sat down. Hi, I'm Ashley and this is my friend and co-worker Lauren. Said the Brunette in a nice happy way. Nice to meet both of you. I said as I look at both of them thinking its my lucky day. We chatted a little bit before the plane left the terminal. Ashley and Lauren were going to a new teachers seminar with some of the other teacher's from the state, which were seated ahead of us. They were both grade school teachers and they loved kids. I mentioned that I was going to visit my niece and nephew and showed them their pictures. They were more babies still and toddler so the girls made the common Ahh and oh they're so cute. I mention their favorite things to do and say. Which just made the ladies more open and talkative with me. I mentioned that I was nervous about flying, when the plane started to move towards the runway. Ashley softly patted me on my hand. Which totally aroused me because she let her hand stay on my for what I thought was a little long of a time. Then I started to breath a little fast as the plane started to take off. I got chills from the anxiety and asked for a blanket. I got one that could easily covered two of me. Lauren asked if she could share the blanket and at that point I didn't care because of my little panic attack. Lauren put some of the blanket over her and said your doing fine. We will be up in the air real soon and it will be less bumpy and she placed her right hand on my knee from under the blanket. This made my cock started to wiggle a bit. I was wearing jeans and hoped Lauren wouldn't feel the pants move when my cock started to grow. So how long have you to been teaching? A year or two. I said. They both giggled and smiled. Oh you're so sweet but I have been teaching for about four years now and young Lauren here has only been teaching for two and a half years. Ashley said. Good thing you two aren't teaching high school, because the boys wouldn't be learning anything. As I said it I didn't believe I had just did it. I thought they would certainly be offended and I would have to move, but they both laughed. Lauren still had her hand on my leg and slowly rubbed it up and then down my thigh a little. I was going to say something and then I thought this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and just smiled at Lauren. Lauren asked if I was feeling better as she rubbed my lower thigh. I said that I was still a little nervous but I was sure that talking the them was making me feel better and that I was happy they where there today. That's such a nice thing to say, said Ashley as she put her left hand under my blanket and on my right knee. I looked up and said thank you to god in my head. I leaned back my head and closed my eyes. Then I felt Laurens hand come up my thigh a bit and I flinch a little. It withdrew quickly and I opened my eyes. I figured I'd go for it since I had nothing to loose and both the arm rests between the girls and I were up. I placed my left hand on Lauren's hand and put it back on my thigh as I looked at her. She smiled a soft sexy smile and gently squeezed my thigh. I could feel my cock growing in my pants. Lauren said quietly is that helping. I nodded. I leaned back my chair and I saw Lauren wink briefly at Ashley, which at the time, I thought it was odd. Ashley withdrew her hand and started to read a book. Lauren leaned back in her chair as well and continued to stroke my thigh as her wrist started to lightly graze the tip of my bulging cock. I moved my left hand over to her thigh. I realized then that I hadn't seen what she was wearing as a bottom because it was a shorter dress bottom. I slowly brought up her dress and caressed her naked thigh. I could feel her breasts slightly bumping my arm as I caressed her thigh. She was breathing more slowly now and her hand moved up and on my cock. I took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled as she grabbed my shaft between my pants. "It was kind of funny but before I got on the plane I had jerked off in the restroom to relax, so I new nothing was going to happen for a while." It was then that I felt another hand on my right thigh and it was undoing my belt and button. Lauren used her hand to pull down my zipper and release my cock from its prison. I could feel both their hands on my package now with their soft skin. Ashley was groping and pulling on my balls and Lauren was stroking my cock. It felt so good. I moved my left hand down and found that Lauren wasn't wearing any underwear. She had a small mound of trimmed pubic hair and I began to use my pointer finger to wiggle the tip of her clit. I heard Lauren give a soft moan. I could feel that Lauren's prize was already wet and she put her left hand on my left hand and guided it lower on her pussy. I felt my cock coming to nearly full size now and Ashley starting to stroke from my balls up to the lower shaft. Lauren was polishing knob with my pre-cum and her and Ashley's hands would overlap at times. I could feel my left hand being controlled by Lauren hand and being engulfed by her pussy lips. Lauren's pussy lips were getting quiet swollen and very wet as she was about ready to come because I could feel her squeezing her legs against my hand as I pushed it in farther. I felt her holding hard on my cock and her holding her breath and slightly arching her back. I felt warm juices on my left hand as her legs relaxed around it. It was then that the biggest surprise happened. I felt Ashley get out of her seat and on the floor. She lifted the blanket and I felt her tongue dance lightly on the tip of my cock. I nearly blew my load right there. I felt Lauren slowly using my hand again to masturbate herself and Ashley put her soft lips around my hard cock and began to bob slowly up and down my shaft as she gripped the bottom of it so I wouldn't blow my lode. With my shines, I could feel Ashley's legs straddling them. I took off my shoes and began to rub the top of my foot against Ashley's panties. I felt her wet panties and I moved my big toe in between her pussy lips. Ashley quickly pulled off her panties with her left hand and let me toe fuck her as she sucked like a vacuum on my shaft. I could feel Ashley's tongue massaging my huge vein on my cock and felt the cum building behind her hand in the vice grip she had. I took my right hand and grabbed Ashley's hair and moved her head up and down faster and faster. I felt Ashley's puss leaking juices all over my foot as her soft moans came from her muffled mouth. Lauren was near another orgasm as I was going to explode. Ashley let go of my cock and sucked hard on my cock and moved faster than ever before on it. I blew my load hard into her mouth as she continued to suck and swallow with no complaints. It was the best orgasm I had ever had and had trouble staying quiet as Ashley continued to milk my cock for another minute or two. While I was trembling from pure pleasure, Lauren was coming again on my left hand. I used my toe on Ashley pussy until I felt her start to breath rapidly. I could hear Ashley quitely saying "harder, harder". She started to grind her pussy onto my foot as Lauren and I watched her move. Ashley continued like this for another minute before she suddenly clinched my toe and foot with her thighs and her body shooked as she gave some soft whimpers. I felt warms juices gentle flow over my toes and down Ashleys thighs. Ashley casually got her purse and pulled out some napkins and wiped her legs off. Then Ashley wiped off my foot and handed some napkins to Lauren to clean herself off. Lauren relaxed and put my hand back on my lap as she gently put my cock back into my pants and lightly gave it a quick tug. Lauren thanked me for a nice chat and said that her and Ashley lived together and would love it if I came of sometime to chat again. I nodded and Lauren smiled a devilish smile. I agreed and told her my number and address as she did to. To my delight they lived together and were bi-sexual. I plan on seeing them when I get back. Late Afternoon in London Mid afternoon in London during the month of October is a special time. The sun sets earlier, the clouds drop a little lower, and the drizzle paints the city in a reflective sheen. The tourists are long gone... this creates a bit more breathing room for those who enjoy the city in its truest form. Shelley, just a few blocks from Hyde Park you will find the intersection of Porchester Terrace and Fulton Mews. A tiny alcove of private dwellings and townhouses that create an oasis of sorts for those that desire a bit more comfort than you can get from one of the better hotels. Our townhouse is a two story affair with a small footpath to the street and a garden in the back. Space is at a premium in this part of town and our nearest neighbors are only a few feet away. Matter of fact, if we were to look immediately out our elegantly appointed living room we could see the façade of the house directly across the Mews. It's been a lazy day of sorts. We enjoyed a late breakfast and a walk in the park. But it's a special day too... dinner arrangements have been made and I am taking you out for a formal night out on the town! I open a bottle of French white wine and pour you a glass. The clock says 4 PM... we have hours to kill before our cab arrives... and I'm not waiting for dinner to begin enjoying the rest of this day... I walk from the wine cellar to the kitchen and find you looking at your phone... I sent you a text message when I was downstairs requesting that we meet in the living room. I stay quite as I watch you read the message. You giggle and start towards the hallway... I follow you from behind. I watch as you enter the living room... I've lit several candles and started a fire and I notice that the soft yellow light from the flames instantly changes our mood... you stop to admire what I've done and I come up behind you. "Here's your wine, Shelley..." I say. "Thank you", you reply. Our eyes lock as you take a sip. You see Shelley, what you don't know is that you are standing there draped only in a towel. You were in the shower when I texted you and my instructions were to simply join me downstairs as soon as you could. And you did. I take your glass and enjoy a sip. I'm admiring what I see before me. The room is dark except for the firelight and remnants of the day's gray sun. Your towel is absorbing every color of light and you become the center of the room. I hand you back your glass and you enjoy a long draught. As you do, I step behind you, gently move your blondehair to the side and trace a line from behind your ear all the way down to your shoulder... You stop drinking. I hear a soft moan. Closer you nuzzle into me, Shelley. And you instantly notice that I'm growing hard. The thin fabric of my pants does little to hide my excitement. I move to your other shoulder stopping to smell your hair before I do. I whisper, "Shelley, put your hand on top of mine..." in your ear. Without a word, I feel your palm on top of my hand and our fingers soon entwine... I flatten my tongue against your skin and I French Kiss the corner of your neck. As I do, I take our joined hands and slide them from your waist, along your side, up to the bottom of your large breast. I peek... even though your towel is thick I spy your nipple making itself known... I suspend my palm over the tip of your covered nipple. The little circles I make cause you to swell even more. Harder you press your ass into me... Shelley, in one motion, I move my other arm below your other breast and I cup both of them at the same time. Squeezing gently as I do. My fingers search for your nipples and they are found. Tiny, delicate pinches complete the erection of both... Your arms are not idle... within seconds one is untying the knot of your towel and the other is arched over my head. You're facing the fire and I look down... a most magnificent view of your body is presented before me... You pull my face to yours and we kiss... a full kiss... a kiss that telegraphs that we will make love within moments. This is a passion filled kiss with strong undertones of lust... I press my stiff cock into the cleavage of your ass as I whisper, "Shelley, there's a table against the window with our name on it..." You bend at the waist, just slightly, and press your bare ass against the bulge of my pants... wiggling as you do. I'm watching... making out the features of your naked backside. I'm enjoying your show, Shelley, and before I become too entranced you turn your head and share a smile with me. We separate... just barely... just enough for you to turn and face me in the dimming light. "Hello, Trey..." I see you utter with lips moist from kissing. "Darling..." I reply. I wait for a response. My patience is rewarded, "Yes, Babe?" "Undress me, Gorgeous..." Your smile grows into a grin. I'm blocking the firelight so what I see before me is just the outline of you against the gray pale of the large bay window. I close my eyes... I want to take in every touch... Your very delicate hands begin with my collar. The stiffness of the starch offers little resistance to the nimbleness of your fingers... One button, two, three... You stop. My own nipples rise in the anticipation of your next move... And yes, Shelley, you flatten your palms against each of my chest muscles. I feel the heat and moisture of your breath against my skin. Your hands explore every inch of my upper torso. Oh... Shelley... I feel your lips touch me. You are kissing my neck, which is arched back, my mouth open, my breathing becoming shallower. You kiss down my chest, pausing at each nipple... you suck it into your mouth and flick it with your tongue. You continue kissing down to my stomach and around my belly button. With your lips still on my body, I feel you pulling my shirt tail out of my tuck. You tease me as your nails drag their way from my belt line to my groin. Up again your hands go... faintly tracing the outline of my muscles, sensually scoring my side... I moan for the first time. Your hands continue back down my stomach, and I feel them it slide under the waistband of my pants. The sound every man loves, that of a belt being undone by a beautiful woman, completes my erection. My belt undone, the zipper is next... Again, your deft hands complete this task and I strain to feel a touch from your fingers. My pants drop to the floor. I am not wearing any underwear. I am before you with a hard cock, tip already wet from your encouragement. I catch you looking at my member. I step out of my pants... so easy to do when properly motivated... I flex my arms and my shirt joins my pants on the floor... "Come here, Beautiful." I state. Your cheeks rise with another smile. You step towards me and as my cock smashes against your tummy, our lips lock and arms wrap. Your body is a perfect fit, Shelley. I kiss you... rocking from side to side... tongue exploring... arms tracing... legs flexing... sex searching... I notice your scent. I take a very deep breath through my nose. You smell heavenly and now all five of my senses are in tune to this moment. I bend over and with one fluid motion, pick you up in my arms. I pause... this pose requires a kiss from the woman I have suspended in the living room. We kiss... we kiss gently, Shelley... I move to the table. The table. The table is found exactly in front of our large bay window. It is a 300 year old masterpiece of old world wood craftsmanship. Sturdy and formidable, I covered it with a plush lamb's wool throw. Two inches thick and expertly teased, it makes the perfect perch for a willing lover... Softly you are lowered. The very pale gray light bathes your body in a most erotic fashion. You stare at me as you raise your arms above your head and prudently flex one leg... Your nipples are begging for attention and your neatly trimmed pussy offers just a hint that you are growing wet... I look down on you and touch your face. I bend over for a kiss and I run my hands completely through your hair. You keep your arms raised... you present me with your body. I release your lips, Shelley, and tour your entire body with my lips. I kiss your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your hands, your fingers... I kiss your elbows, your sides, your hips, your thighs, your calves, your ankles... I raise your knees and slightly spread your legs. "Look at me, Babe..." I ask. You raise your head and our eyes meet. I open my mouth and touch your inner thigh with just the tip of my tongue. "Watch me, Babe..." I quickly utter then return to your leg. Ever so slowly, I moisten a path over your milky smooth skin. Closer to you I come. I can smell you now... You spread your legs for me... wider they part. Your mound is directly below me... I remove my tongue from your leg and admire your sex. You are very wet, Shelley... wet and eager for me to please you... I lick my finger and place it very carefully between your lips. You shudder and I hear a soft moan. I circle my finger in between your lips... pushing deeper as I do so... You are soaking me... It's time. I point my tongue and in one firm motion, lick your pussy and run the length of my tongue over your now very pronounced clit. Shelley, you taste delectable. But you are squirming a bit... I've started something and it would be a crime to stop now. Deeper my finger goes and faster my tongue circles. I'm tracing letters and writing words with my tongue. A, B, C... I'm spelling "sex", "blowjob", "cumming", "tits", "anal", "cock"... all with great effect... I sense your breathing increase. Your moans encourage me to continue. A bit faster now? Yes!!! I'm pumping and swirling my fingers... now two inside you. My tongue is lapping every bit of wetness... Your response to my attention has also soaked your ass. As I see you arch even further and moan louder I know it's time... With my tongue busy at work on making you feel like a woman, my left index finger is busy becoming lubricated. Yes, it's working and I search for the button of your ass. All of a sudden you feel me touch you too, Shelley! "OOOOHHHHH", you cry. Your back arches further... you are trying to inch your way closer to my finger. Now. Now, I press. You are so close to cumming... and as I plunge my finger into your ass you reward me with a very vocal approval, "OOOOOOOOOOOOO TREY!" You begin to buck, your legs squeeze my head, my hands are smashed... Shelley, you are cumming and you are cumming hard. You grab my head and grind my face into your sex. Wave after wave of convulsions flow from your body... you soak me and I can't consume you faster than you release... A full minute passes. I'm still working on your clit, stimulating you to the point of agony... but you begin to calm. The bucking slows and the electricity ebbs... I take stock of what I see before me... Shelley, you are splayed before me, pussy drenched, nipples pointing to the ceiling, knees twitching, chest rising with labored breaths... I kiss your thigh and remove my fingers from inside of you... "Darling..." you hear me whisper. "Yes" I hear you respond. "This table is strong enough for the both of us..." I say as I make my way onto the table. As I do, my eyes catch a movement out of our window and across the street... There, staring out their own bedroom window, are our neighbors... both of them. Before they catch my gaze I notice that they both have been watching us... and enjoying the show... His hand has disappeared under her sweater... To be continued... Knowing now that we have an audience I decide to put on a show... As I make my way onto the table a though occurs to me... I retreat. "Where are you going, Babe..." I hear you say. "I'm right here, Darling... just close your eyes and think of sexy thoughts..." is my response. The drapes are near and I collect a few props. Quickly and quietly I return. "Are you eyes still closed?" I ask. "Yes", you lie. You see me but you don't see our neighbors... "These are for you..." I take the sash from the drapes and carefully wrap it around your eyes. Then... Use velvet pull chains to tie your hands to the table posts... You don't utter a word but your nipples perk even higher... I step back and admire my work. My cock is stiff, eager to feel what you have to offer between your legs and perhaps your mouth. Our audience is entranced... He's standing behind her now and it appears that her skirt is no longer around her waist... I turn back to you. All I hear is the sound of your breathing and the crackling of the fire. I grip my shaft... I'm so sensitive. Will I cum sooner or later? I mount the table and as I do so, you spread your legs further. Your pussy is a canvas... a canvas that my tongue uses to paint your sex in swirls of passion... in between swallowed mouthfuls... I take the tip of my cock and ever so gently spread the lips of your pussy... I'm just getting myself wet, Shelley... You soak me. I straighten up and take an ankle in each hand... up I pull your legs. Up they go until I feel every inch of your calves and thighs against my torso. As I bite the instep of your foot I use my right hand to position my shaft. You are so wet there is no resistance... I slide into you effortlessly, Shelley. Mounted, I return my arm to your leg. I position both closer together against my chest. Once done, I lean forward and brace my arms... Your knees are almost touching your large breasts, Shelley... I put all of me into you, slowly. I want to feel every inch of you. Out I come. I see my glistening head peek out from below... In again... even slower... Every nerve joins the fray... I close my eyes... I must concentrate on what I am feeling. I grind my hips as I thrust into you a bit faster. My strokes are matching your breaths... Shelley, you're speechless... I'm thinking that you are enjoying this... I arch my back... my cock is diving into you and my balls have started to slap your ass.... Faster I go, Shelley... 40 or 50 strokes and then I pick up the pace a bit more... 200 now... going faster... You're squirming again... pulling the velvet... you want to get your hands on something... me perhaps or your swollen clit... 300 Faster again... "UHHHHHHHHH", you cry... You're pulling at the chords... "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH..." follows... I'm going even faster... I look up. Our female neighbor has disappeared... I think she is sucking the cock of the man staring at us... This turns me on more, Shelley. I pump harder. The table is now slamming into the wall. My rhythms match your breathing still. I see your breast move with each thrust... your head is back and your mouth is open... I'm pounding the bottom out of you, Shelley. I'm fucking you senseless and I'm not done yet... A different moan comes from deep from within you... "oooooooooooooooo...." I've hit the right spot. I don't change a thing... I keep moving. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFUCKMETREY.....",you scream. I do, Shelley. Your whole body is being slammed with each pump. I keep moving, keep pumping, keep pleasing you... You lift your head and your tummy tightens... your legs flex and a gush of sex is released... When you reach your plateau, your whole body rocks. My rhythm is completely destroyed by your convulsions. I move my hand down between your cheeks to feel your ass clinch... I am rewarded with tight spasmodic flexes. From your inner folds, wave after wave engulf you, Shelley. Tied to the table, blindfolded, your nervousness heightened your senses... this will be an orgasm for the ages... you can't even utter a scream... your mouth is locked and your neck is flexed beyond control... I pump until I feel your thighs relax... it's over... you have nothing left for the moment... I slow my strokes... not wanting to exit you too fast... I've enjoyed this too... Your body is limp against the lamb's wool, Shelley. Your nipples are tired and your chest is heaving... trying to match your bodies need for air. I remove myself from you. My cock is purple and wet. My balls are aching. I need to cum. I move to the head of the table. I untied your bounds. I smile at our guests... she's returned and she's wiping her mouth... I place my stiff cock near your face. Hands now free, you search for it, take it, and swallow it... Actually, you are slamming it into your mouth, Shelley. With an eagerness saved only for sex, you literally suck my cock as you stroke the shaft... Your head is to the side, your tongue is also... this offers a new sensation and I feel myself twitching deep in the recesses of my body... Suck and stroke... I take your hair in my hand, "Shelley, I need to move faster..." and I pump myself into your mouth. "Swirl your tongue around the head of my cock..." I ask. I feel you do so. I look at your body, your mouth, your hand, the neighbors... You stop. I'm in agony. "Cum in my mouth, Trey..." And you return... Tighter your lips purse, grip too... I'm a wet and throbbing object of lust. Please me Shelley... finish me... I grip the back of your head... I urge you on faster... you do... My balls tighten... my pelvis contracts... the launch sequence has started... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." I scream... crescendo reaching yell proportions... "You're going to make me cum...", I cry... And I do... First wave... I release... hard and I see you struggle... Second... I'm no longer in control of my body... Third... harder... longer... I'm dribbling out of your mouth... Fourth... Fifth... Slower now... Sixth... You are teasing the head of my cock... I convulse... you enjoy the power you hold over me now... I empty myself into you... You smile... To be continued... Late Afternoon Rendezvous Special thanks to exiledmaster for editing assistance with this story. There's a knock at the door. As you let room service in, I slip away into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind me. I face the mirror, and slide my hands down my body. The cream colored fabric of my dress clings to every curve. I reach for the bottom hem snugly draped against my thighs and pull the dress up and over my head and hang it on the back of the door. As I stand there in my bra and panties, I can hear you say, "Over there is fine thanks." I reach behind my back and unhook my lace bra. Hanging it with my dress I can hear the soft crinkling of cash, a "thank you sir." The door swooshes over the carpet as it closes and there is an echo as the top lock is clicked shut. I hook my thumbs into the hip straps of my panties and, bending over, pull them down to my ankles. I lift my left foot through my panties careful not to hook the three inch spiked heel of my beige sandal. While repeating the same with my right, I hear the creak of the bedsprings as you sit down. There are two soft thumps as each of your discarded shoes hits the plush carpet. I take a deep breath and stretch my arms over my head, tilting my neck to the side and revealing the triple stranded gold earring dangling underneath my long, sandy-blonde curls. I watch my naked body in the mirror as I release the stretch, slowly breathing out, rolling my shoulders back and then begin to massage myself. First my splayed hands rub down my breasts and then reach underneath, pushing them up and squeezing them. Releasing my breasts, the palms of my hands press firmly down as I slide them over my ribs, past my narrow waist, over the soft skin of my belly and finally rest on the sides of my thighs. I lick my lips, turn on my spiked heels and enter the room to join you. You stand up as I walk through the door and smile as you admire my naked breasts and hips sway across the room towards you. Other than your shoes, you're still fully dressed in an expensive tailored brown suit, blue shirt with the top button undone and a loosened silk tie. I reach my hands up towards your shoulders; part my lips for your tongue. You grab my ass, kneading it as you pull me tightly against you. I clear my throat and reach for your belt buckle, which is uncomfortably pressed against me. You immediately release your grip, but continue to suck and nip at my lips as you remove the belt. You bend the belt into a loop and playfully spank me with it before tossing it aside. Holding my wrist, you sit down at the edge of the bed in front of the room service cart and pull me into your lap. I turn, facing the cart and press my back against your chest. I take a deep breath and rub my shoulder blades against you, enjoying the feel of the varying textures of your suit jacket, soft shirt and silk tie against my naked skin. Holding me at the waist with your left arm, you lean forward. I tilt my head left, baring my neck and delight in the feel of your breath tickling me. Your lips caress my right shoulder as you reach over and remove the cover off the dish, revealing a slice of seven layer dark chocolate cake covered in rich frosting. I gasp with pleasure at the sight of this delicious dessert and giggle as you dip your finger into the frosting and bring a thick gob towards my lips. I suck hard on your finger, greedily licking it clean. As the taste of the rich, dark chocolate swirls and tingles in my mouth, your fingers softly slide down my throat. The combined effect of your soft breath on my neck, one hand sliding down and the other up, each grabbing and tugging at a nipple as the chocolate sends a rushing sensation through my body is enough to make me moan. I arch my back and part my legs. I start to slip off your lap, but you quickly reach between my legs, grab my cunt and hoist me back up. You spank my pussy playfully a few times and my thighs grasp the outside of your legs in delight. You squeeze and massage the soft padding above my clitoris as you bring a fork full of cake to my mouth. As I suck it off the fork, your middle finger tickles my clit, gently first and then, as I swallow, your finger moves harder and faster, again turning the rush of the chocolate into torturous pleasure. As my thighs begin to quiver, you slow the motion of your finger down and reach for another forkful of cake, this time leaning past me and feeding yourself. You put the fork down and reach for my breast, squeezing and massaging it as your other hand continues to grab me by my pussy, both hands keeping my body firmly pressed against yours. You finish the piece of cake in your mouth and begin nibbling on my ear, your tongue playing with my earrings. As your teeth tug on my fleshy lobe, you begin to chuckle. I grab hold of your thighs, arch my back, tilt my head back towards you and ask, "What's so funny?" "I'm running out of hands, " you reply, making me giggle. By arching back, I've shifted my weight, pressing harder into your groin. I begin rolling my hips, enjoying the feel of your bulge against my bottom, "I'm not hurting you, am I?" Your right hand drops off my breast and reaches across to squeeze my left thigh while your left slides up and back, twisting a nipple on the way. Your left hand supporting my arched back, you begin to turn me around in your lap. You thrust your tongue between my lips and moan into my mouth, "Not at all." I balance on one leg, swing the other around behind me and straddle you facing forward. We smile at each other as you squeeze my butt hard and I begin to unzip your pants. I reach in and massage your thick, solid cock through your soft flannel boxer briefs. As your dick gets tighter and harder, pressing against your briefs, my hand applies more and more pressure. You reach for my wrist, gently pull my hand up to your lips and kiss my palm. Then with a smile, you reach for my waist and pick me up as you stand up, turn around and unceremoniously drop me back on the bed. I'm sitting at the edge of the bed laughing as you work your way around the room hanging up your suit jacket and pulling off your pants and boxer briefs; returning to stand between my spread legs with your fully erect cock sticking out from underneath your shirt tails. It looks even more delicious to me than the cake and I lick my lips as I stare at it. I reach over to the cart next to us and dip my fingers into the frosting. Gently, I grasp your cock in one hand and wipe the frosting off my fingers and onto the tip of your dick with the other. I suck my fingers clean as I begin to knead your shaft. My lips part wide as they encircle you and begin sucking the chocolate off the tip of your smooth, scrumptious dick. Your body jolts at the sucking action and you moan my name. I alternate between licking and sucking, getting your entire shaft wet as one hand rubs it up and down while the other massages your balls. I run my tongue all the way down your shaft to your balls where I lick and suck one and then the other. I come up for air and you drop your knees on either side of my hips, bend down and kiss me hard as you pull off your tie and shirt. I'm arched back with my hips tilted up. I can feel the tip of your cock tickling my clitoris and it drives me wild. I claw your back trying to pull you on me and in me, but you grab my arms and drag me to the center of the bed. You are on all fours straddling me, pinning my arms under your hands and running your cock up and down my pussy, taunting me. My knees are bent with my high heels digging into the bed and my hips are bucking in the air, begging you to take me. Just as I'm about to lose all control, you stop, sit back on your feet, lean over and kiss me, whispering, "Not yet." You run your fingers up and down my body, letting me catch my breath. Then you reach over for your tossed necktie and wrap it around my wrists, tying my hands above my head. You try to reach for the cake, but we're in the center of the bed now. So you order me to stay put and spank my pussy as a warning. I wriggle with pleasure and promise to obey. Bringing the plate of cake next to my body, you use the fork to spread it across my right nipple. The cold fork pressing against my tit makes me writhe more and you slap my cunt once again. You slowly suck, lick and even nip the cake off me. Then you start all over again on my left breast, slowly taking one forkful at a time and spreading it. You tease my lips with the fork, letting me lick it clean. Distracted by the frosting on my lips, I am caught off guard as you voraciously attack my chocolate covered tit sucking and nipping much more hungrily than the first time. You finish off giving my nipple a final tug with your lips and teeth together. I beg you to untie me so I can do you again and you smugly sigh and say, "Well, if you must." Taking the tie off me, you toss it on the floor and lazily roll onto your back propping yourself up on pillows with one arm behind your head as you watch me get to work. Sitting up, I once again put two fingers in the frosting and spread it on the tip of your cock, but then I surprise you by dipping my hand back into the cake and reaching for more. Rolling my hips up, I drop my knees apart, taunting you with my outspread cunt. I apply the chocolate cake from my clitoris on downward, slowly pleasuring myself along the way. I grab some more and rub it inside the opening of my vagina as I lick my lips and seductively stare into your eyes. I turn around and getting on all fours, straddle you backwards. I begin to suck your cock as your tongue goes wild on my pussy. My tongue mimics yours, lashing the tip of your cock, tickling it rapidly and then sucking hard. I'm running my tongue down your shaft once again when you say, "Oh, looks like you missed a spot," and begin thrusting your tongue in my anus. "Two can play that game, " I say as I wet my fingers and slowly soften the opening to your ass, gently getting it ready for my finger to penetrate. I spasm with pleasure as you plunge fingers up my ass and in my pussy at the same time. I take a deep breath and carefully wiggle my finger in your ass and you begin to moan and thrust your fingers in me harder. I finally beg you to let me turn around and you huskily agree, pulling your fingers out of me. I turn, squat over you and you thrust your cock inside me. You hold onto my waist and raise and slam me down on top of you again and again. Our bodies are dripping and my legs begin to shake. You pull me tightly down and flip me over onto my back, staying inside me the whole time. My high heels still on, I throw my legs onto your shoulders. You ram into me harder and harder, your balls slapping against me and my entire body is shoved forward into the pillows as my hips arch up to meet every thrust. The headboard is slamming against the wall as we continue to thrust into each other, primal groans emitting from deep within our throats. Your body becomes suddenly rigid, frozen for just a moment before you begin to spasm as you come inside me. The feeling of your entire body quaking sends me over the edge and into an uncontrollable orgasm and you collapse on top of my quivering body. Tangled together our breathing slows and we drift off to sleep. Late Again It was nine p.m. and Della was sitting on her living room couch facing the front door. Wearing a tight, almost see-through blouse and a short pink skirt, she looked like she was ready to go out somewhere. As a matter of fact, she was. Her boyfriend, Adam, was supposed to have arrived to pick her up at seven for an romantic evening of dinner and dancing. "If that jerk is out drinking with his buddies again..." she muttered to herself. Adam, though he was sensitive to Della's feelings most of the time, had a habit of "forgetting" about their plans once he got to drinking. Della was about to give up on him this time. Just then, the front door slammed open and Adam came in. He wasn't alone, though. He had brought his friend Matt with him. By the looks of them, they had been drinking a LOT. "Sorry I'm late, Del. Mind if we stay in tonight? I brought Matt over," Adam slurred as Della walked around the two to close the front door. "Whatever, Adam. I'm going to bed. You two make some coffee or something and try to sober up." With that, Della climbed the stairs to her bedroom, took her clothes off (she usually slept in the nude), and got into bed. For a while, she didn't think that she would be able to sleep, as Matt and Adam were making a lot of noise downstairs in the kitchen. Eventually, though, she fell asleep. Della was awakened by the feeling of lips on her breasts. Not just one pair of lips, but two. Startled, she sat bolt upright. "What is going on here?" she cried. "Just relax and go with it, Del," Adam replied. "We just want to have a little fun, that's all." Della didn't know what to do. She had never been in a threesome before, but the feelings Matt and Adam were giving her felt pretty good. Before she could make a decision, Matt pushed her back down on the bed and went back to sucking her tit. "Mmmmm...That feels good..." Della murmured. The guys didn't need any more encouragement. Before she knew what was going on, Adam had climbed on top of her and rammed his rock-hard dick into her. Della couldn't hold back a scream, part from surprise, part from pleasure. "Yes! Oooh, Adam....Fuck me, baby!" Della, in all the excitement, forgot about Matt for the moment. All she could think about was the throbbing cock that was pushing in and out of her hungry pussy. Pushing all the way into her, Adam threw his weight to the side, effectively rolling the two of them over. Now Della was on top, and doing her best to impale herself again and again on Adam's cock. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Matt digging around in the dresser drawer where she and Adam kept their sex aids and toys. She was getting too excited to wonder about it, though. It didn't take long for Della to find out what Matt had been doing. Suddenly, Adam pulled her down onto him, smashing her breasts into his muscular chest, and started kissing her passionately. She felt fingers spreading lube onto her asshole and immediately tensed up. "No, Matt! Please don't....It hurts too badly," Della protested. Adam reassured her, "Just relax, Del. If you relax, it won't hurt at all. I promise." Della tried to relax, and sure enough, Matt started to work his thick cock in between her butt cheeks. She felt the head pop past her sphincter, and the rest of him slid in easily. Matt moaned and started to fuck her ass slowly. Matt and Adam soon got a rhythm going, and Della started to get the familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm. She loved the feeling of two thick, hard cocks filling her up. "Yes! Oh, God! I can't believe I'm being fucked in the cunt and the ass at the same time! It feels so fucking good!" As she screamed, she felt the first electric waves of pleasure washing over her. She trembled with the force of her orgasm, her pussy and ass contracting on the two cocks inside her. Matt and Adam, their senses dulled by all the alcohol they had been drinking, had been able to hold out to this point. Feeling Della come and her muscles squeezing their hard rods, both of them started to cum at the same time. Adam's cum shot deep into Della's pussy and Matt's into her ass. "Oh, YESSS!!! Fill my cunt and ass up with your cum!" Della screamed. Another orgasm took hold of her and her body writhed around, trying to get even more stimulation from the two cocks buried deep within her. After he had shot every ounce of his cum into Della's tight ass, Matt rolled off of her and passed out. Once Adam was done and had passed out as well, Della got up to go to the bathroom. Looking down at the two men who had given her so much pleasure, she laughed a little. "Well, I hope Adam's late a little more often now." Late Again I sat at the door waiting to hear his car pull up. Looking at my watch he was already 15 minutes late. I decided to give him 5 more minutes if he wasn't there I was leaving. I didn't want to be late for the Halloween Party. His 5 minutes had passed so I grabbed my coat and keys. Slamming the door and thinking to myself how could I have possibly thought that he would show up. My neighbors watched me go down the steps in my fire red Shedevil costume. My ensemble was red. All red. From my horns to my feet I adorned the color of passion. Which is what I thought the night would lead to... Well it did, but not with my boyfriend. I started my car and out the road I went. After getting onto the highway a man passed me in a black truck, he was pointing to the back of my car. I didn't know what he was trying to tell me so I waited till he was past me and I pulled off the road on an emergency pull off spot... And there it was my tire was going flat. "Damn!!" I cursed "I'm going to be really late. " I went to my trunk and opened it, when I saw headlights pull in behind me. I was relieved to see that there was still a kind hearted person to help me change the tire. Out of the truck stepped this beautiful silhouette. He was tall, nicely built, dark haired man. "Looks like you could use some help!" he said... His voice made me melt. "Yes, I do need some help. I'm on my way to a Halloween party and my date never showed up, now this... I guess this is a sign that I shouldn't go to the party. " I replied to my knight in shining armor. "Well let's see if we can't get this tire changed and get you on your merry way. " As he leaned into my trunk I look at his ass, it was nice. Levi's always make a mans ass look good. He must have felt me staring at his body, all he did was turn around and smile at me... Busted. Yes I was busted, but it was well worth it. He took the jack out of my trunk and got down on his knees as he was putting my car in the air, he said he needed something else out of the back of the car could I get it for him. I went to the back and pulled out the lugwrench.. "Is this what you need?" I asked, knowing full well that it was the right thing. "That's it, just set it down over here. " As I walked over to him, he followed me with his eyes, they were burning through me like hot daggers. Never have I ever felt this way with a total stranger before. "So Miss SheDevil, do you have a name?" he asked "Isabella, my friends call me Bella. " "I like that name, mine is Dylan it's a pleasure to help you out!" he said. "Nice name, I went out with a Dylan in school, but as with all high school romances, you get older. Last I heard he was living in Colorado. " "Well I'm not that Dylan because I don't think I'd have let you get away. Where's the party at?" "Down in the city. " I answered him "Can I help you with anything?" "Well I don't need help with the tire but your more than welcome to come closer so I don't break my neck trying to look at you and change the tire at the same time. " he laughed. I walked over to the side of the car and leaned up against it. He told me that was much better. God he was so hot. His shirt was unbuttoned to the middle of his chest and you could see just a tinge of chest hair. Not to much though. Looked to me like it was the amount that I liked. He started to take the lugs off of the tired and one of them landed over between my legs, when he reached over to get it his arm brushed against my calf, sending a fury of fire through my body. "I like your costume Bella, it's too bad your date stood you up, he's the one who's missing out. I always loved a woman that's not afraid to dress up as you are. " he said. "Thank you, it is to bad that he didn't get there, I'm sure we would have had a great time. " Within minutes my tire was changed. But I got the feeling that he was killing time he kept fumbling things and dropping them, I went to pick up a wrench that he dropped and our faces met. An awkward moment, what do I do. Nothing or something. I chose something. We were eye to eye, I lightly touched his lips with mine. He liked it, so I started to push my lips tighter onto his. We kissed passionately for a few seconds. As I pulled away from his mouth I started to stand up. He looked up at me with these eyes. I wanted this man more than anything. Right there, I didn't care that we were parked along the highway. I wanted him. As if he were reading my mind, I could feel his hand sliding up my legs over my fishnet stockings, he started kissing my leg while his hands worked softly over the other leg. His fingertips found the garters as did his soft wet mouth. He began kissing my inner thigh, running his tongue just over the edging of the hose. I was getting very hot and very moist. His hands worked their way to my ass. I could feel his breath on my clit and this just made me hotter. Pulling me closer to his mouth he slid my thong to the side where he teased me with his tongue. I wanted to explode. He slid his tongue into me, fucking me. I was wet and about to come when he stopped. "I think we need to take this someplace else. " he said, as he took my hand and took me to the back of his truck. " I hope you don't mind here, I just don't want the whole world to see what I'm about to do to you. " "I have a blanket on the backseat of my car, why don't you go get it. " He smiled and said "Don't go anywhere. " Like I really would.. He laid the blanket onto the bed of his truck, I was sitting on the tailgate he leaned into me and kissed me so hard it took my breath away. Wrapping my arms and legs around his body I pulled him in closer to me, I could feel his cock pressing against my hot pussy, throbbing at the thought of what was about to thrust in and out of it. We slid into the back of the truck, he pulled up the tailgate and shut the cap window. We had our privacy. It was getting dark. Luckily he had a little flashlight in a toolbox. He turned it on. He took off my shoes, kissing my feet. I reached down and grabbed his tshirt lifting it over his head, he had a gorgeous chest. Glistening with little beads of sweat, I leaned up kissing his chest running my tongue around his nipples, they got hard. He let a soft moan which turned me on more. He started to fuck me with his fingers starting out with one then two and rubbing my clit with his thumb. Our lips met again, I drove my tongue deep into his mouth, he sucked on my tongue letting me fuck his mouth with my tongue. Slowly he kissed my neck, as he was kissing my neck his hands guided themselves under my dress lifting it up over my head. He looked at my body in the light of the flashlight, slowly leaning into my breast he kisses them leaving a wet trail, the evening air chill gives me gooseflesh. As he undid my bra I ran my fingers over his chest, up his shoulders and worked my way back down to his jeans. I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them past his hips. He wasn't wearing anything underneath them. I felt his rock hard cock, it was hot from all the excitement that we've been causing each other. I pulled him close to me kissing him long and hard. The tip of his rod teasing my clit. I have never in all my life had such passion running through my body. I wanted him more and he knew this. He guided his cock into me slowly, I thrust my hips up to drive him deeper into me. I exploded with every thrust my pussy became wetter and tighter. We rolled over and I was on top of him, he ran his fingertips over my nipples making them hard, I fucked him harder. "You feel so good. " he said to me as he sat up just enough to take my nipple into his mouth sucking it, biting it while doing the same to my other one with his fingers. I held his head burying it into my tits. Grinding on him I could feel his shaft run up and down my clit. I love clitoral stimulation I can cum all night that way. And it happened. I felt a rush of heat running through my hips. It felt like and earthquake has just hit my body. With every throb of my pussy he raised his cock deeper into me. It felt so good I came. I leaned down kissing him, he put his hands on my ass and pushed me up and down his cock. He rolled me over onto my back kissing his way down my body to my navel. then to my hips. Sliding his hand down to my pussy opening both of my lip he touched my clit with his tongue. Sucking it with his mouth. Fucking me with his tongue. This was driving me wild. "I'm going to cum again. " This made him work me more. He place my clit between his teeth and bit it softly while flicking it with his tongue, my juices flowed like a river. He did not stop, he drank my juices fucking me with his tongue. I wanted to die this felt so good. "I want you to fuck me, I want to feel you drive your cock into me!" I moaned. He kissed his way up my body, he was hot, the head of his cock was so hot. He slid his cock into me fucking me. Our bodies sticking together from sweat. He forced himself into me so deep he reached the top of me. When he knew he couldn't get any deeper, he worked his way in and out of me. I pulled his chest to my mouth and sucked on his nipples. He liked this. His thrust became faster and harder. And the heat from his cock rubbing against my clit made me orgasm. We came at the same time. I kissed him long and hard running my hands over his back, up his neck to his dark hair. He laid beside me covering my body with his. "What time did you say you had to be at this party?" he asked me. "I was supposed to be there at 8, but I really don't feel like going now. " I paused for a second "But you're probably late for something. So I should let you go. " "I wasn't going anywhere really. Just driving to the city. " He said. "Well if you don't have any plans, you could go to the party with me. " I didn't think he would say yes but he did. "Really, hey I haven't been to a Halloween party in years. " "I have a bunch of costumes back at my place, do you wanna go there and freshen up. Maybe pick out a costume. " "Sure I'll follow you there. " Dylan said "Bella, I sure am glad that your boyfriend stood you up tonight. Otherwise... " I interrupted him and said "This wouldn't have happened. And I'm sure glad it did. Thank you!" and I kissed him. "Mmmmm, Bella I can't wait to know you better. " He said. We got dressed and headed back to my place. And well that's another story in itself. Late Again We were actually going to be on time for once. That was definitely rare enough. I loved Meagan, but I often wondered how I ended up to a woman who was habitually late for everything. A punctual person, I found myself constantly hurrying her so we could make appointments on time. I adjusted my tie as Meagan put the final touches on her make up. I went in to check on her, she seemed to be taking longer than she should. She was applying lipstick when I arrived. She winked at me and I felt my cock twitch a little. Meagan had a beautiful mouth and watching her apply lipstick always gave me a special feeling. “One more thing and then I’m ready.” She said, putting down the lipstick and picking up her mascara. She bent over the sink to get closer to the mirror as she applied mascara. Her ass stuck out seductively as she put on her make up and I found myself staring. She was wearing a high-necked blue dress that I loved seeing her in. It was rather conservative, we were on our way to church, after all, but I had always found it sexy. Bent over now, the fabric was stretched tight over her ass and the view was fantastic. My special feeling became even more special as I watched her. “You are so beautiful.” I remarked, walking behind her, putting my hands on her waist. She glanced back at me from the mirror. I brought my groin into contact with her bottom and pressed myself into her. I looked into her deep brown eyes as I began slowly rubbing myself onto her. My dick stiffened and I found myself wishing that Meagan was wearing the garter belt I had bought her for our anniversary. I would have lifted her dress and taken her right there. Meagan closed her eyes and put down the mascara. I continued humping her and I saw a smile appear on her lips. Maybe she was thinking along the same lines as I was. I was sure she could feel my hard on against her ass. Suddenly, she stood and turned to face me. “Good heavens,” she said looking at my crotch, now sporting an obvious stiffy, “I can’t take you anywhere like that.” I wasn’t sure if she was angry or playful. Playful, I decided as she reached out, rubbing my hard dick through my pants. I looked at her as she fondled my cock. She was made up immaculately and well dressed. Working in the home, Megan tended to dress for comfort during the week. I rarely got to see her dressed in her finest and I must admit that I normally got a little worked up on Sunday mornings. Her fingers reached for my zipper, tugging on it gently. My cock now rigid, Meagan pulled it out through my fly and stroked it a couple of times as she unbuckled my belt with the other hand. She kissed me as my pants fell around my ankles, leaving a trace of red on my lips. Megan got on her knees in front of me, still stroking me lightly. “Promise you’ll take care of me after church?” She asked, looking up at me. “Uh huh.” I breathed. She opened her mouth wide and stretched her tongue out. My cock resting on her tongue, Meagan leaned forward, sliding my stiff dick into her mouth but not touching it with her lips. She took more and more of me into her mouth until I could feel my head just touching the back of her throat. Lips clamped tight around my shaft, her cheeks caved in as she pulled me slowly out of her mouth. Her bright red lips left a faint trail of lipstick behind. “Tell me when you’re going to come.” She said pulling me completely from her mouth. I nodded my agreement. She wrapped a hand around the base of my cock as she one more engulfed me with her mouth. Her hand pumped as she sucked, doubling my pleasure. She was a vision, loving me so enthusiastically with her perfect mouth. I knew I wouldn’t last long. Unable to control the muscles in my neck, my head feel to one side. I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I quickly realized it was our movement reflected in the full-length mirror that hung on the bathroom door. We were perfectly framed in the mirror and I felt a certain detachment, as if I were a spectator and not a participant. Meagan’s head bobbed frantically on my cock, her long dangling earrings swinging rhythmically as she sucked me. Meagan noticed me looking in the mirror and watched herself blow me. She was obviously turned on by the view. My balls tensed and I felt my release build. Watching this scene had brought me off much quicker than I ever thought possible. “Now Meagan!” I moaned. “Here it comes!” She pulled me out of her mouth and aimed my jerking member at the bathroom sink. I went off, shooting my wad into the sink as Meagan licked the side of my shooting cock. “So much come,” she said, gazing into the sink, “I never could have swallowed it all. Your hot load would have been running out of the corners of my mouth.” I wiped my cock clean and pulled up my pants as Meagan reapplied her lipstick. We were ten minutes late for church, keeping our streak of tardiness in tact. I was good on my word, however, taking care of Meagan when we got home. She was most impressed by the smear of lipstick that still adorned my cock. Late Again It was late in the evening. I had to work late again and I knew that my wife Jenn wouldn't be happy. This was the third time this week that I was late, but it was the second time that I wasn't able to call to tell her about it. I'm sorry, but sometimes I have to work long hours, and like it or not, I can't always get to a phone. The front porch light is on as I drive up. All the lights downstairs are out, but I can see that our bedroom light upstairs is still on. "Shit, she's waiting for me", I muttered. It wasn't so bad that she was still awake, I looked forward to spending the evenings with her, but tonight would be different. Tonight, I would catch Hell. "Well, might as well get it over with." I quietly went up the stairs, hoping upon hope that she is asleep on the bed. I just don't want to deal with another argument is all. She was pretty upset yesterday, but she held most of it in and gave me the silent treatment. I hate that too. Taking a deep breath, I push open the door just as Jenn is turning the bedside lamp off. A glow of candlelight envelops the room. I look around and she has about twenty candles lit around our bedroom. She looks in my direction, smiles and approaches me. I speak first. "Honey, I'm sure you don't want to hear it, but..." She puts her finger to my lips and shushes me. "Don't speak, don't speak. I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses anymore. I'm just happy that you're home. As you can see, I've prepared for your arrival." Aside from the candles, I really can't see anything special that she may have "prepared". She's even wearing an old frumpy sweat suit of mine. She's always liked it because it's oversized for her. She closes the door, putting me between her and our bed. She starts walking towards me again, twirling her hair around her finger in that oh-so sexy way that she does. Once she's in front of me, she stands on her toes and with her very hot breath whispers one word in my ear. "Strip." My clothes are off in a flash, heaped in a pile on a nearby chair. This was not at all what I expected, but I wasn't about to complain. What man would? "Very good job following directions, Andy. Let's see what other directions you can follow. Get on the bed, NOW!" Startled, I start to back up, but have misjudged the distance between the bed and I, and my knees buckle beneath me as my legs hit the bed. A smile comes across her face once again, but it's a smile I haven't seen before. This smile is devious, almost scary. "Scoot back. I want your naked ass completely on the bed." I move back and rest my head on the pillow. She climbs up on top of me and sits on my rock hard cock. "Mmmm.... I've got uses for that... later." She starts to grind on my crotch, and then leans forward and starts to kiss my neck. "Do you like this?" she asks, taking both my hands and interlocking our fingers. Before I can answer, she plunges her tongue in my mouth and we start making out like we were still in high school. During this make out session, she forces my hands above my head and underneath the pillows. In my mind, I can feel the cold metal by my hands, but what it is doesn't register. I'm much too distracted and before I know it, she has my hands cuffed to the corners of our four post bed. "What's the meaning of this, Jenn? Why the cuffs?" Jenn grinds a couple of more times and then climbs off me. There's that smile again. She goes to the end of the bed and proceeds to reach underneath the comforter and pulls out two more sets of cuffs already attached to the footboard. "There's no way I'm letting you put those cuffs around my ankles. If I had known better you wouldn't have gotten them around my wrists either. Now undo them and let me up!" "Now Andy," replies Jenn, "you have no choice in this matter. You will have these cuffs put on you. I am in control here whether you like it or not." Reaching over, she lightly grazes below my balls. It is a spot that she is very familiar with, a go-to spot if you will. Lick there and I'll sign over the world. Instead, she grazes upward towards my balls and takes them in her hand. Lightly rolling them in her fingers, she tells me "point your feet towards the cuffs, now!" This is followed by a slight squeeze. "No!" "NOW," squeezing harder. That's enough for me, and my feet are right next to the cuffs, awaiting attachment. Click, click, and just like that I've lost all control. She backs up and admires her handiwork. Grinning from ear to ear, she says, "I can't believe how easy that was. Deep down I think that you wanted this. What else will you "want" before this night is over?" With that, she tugs the sweat pants down and I see that underneath she has a leather thong on. Taking the top off reveals a very sexy leather bustier. Precum bubbles over the tip of my dick. Seeing this, she rubs her finger over it, getting it wet and sucks it into her mouth. "Mmmm... it's not the real thing yet, but it's still good. Would you like some?" She dips her finger back in and moves it towards my lips. "Not a chance, babe," I say and clamp my lips tight. "Okay, for now. But I have a feeling before the night is over, you'll be begging me for it. "So here's the deal, you left me waiting two hours tonight, and that's how long you will wait for me. I don't want to hear a word from you. No yelling for me, no screaming and so to ensure that..." Jenn walks in to our bathroom and I can hear the clothes hamper open and then close. She returns with a pair of her used panties. She bundles them up, squeezes my balls and when I open my mouth to protest, she shoves the panties in my mouth, takes my necktie from the floor and ties it around my mouth and head. This is the one thing that I haven't minded. If I could speak, I would tell Jenn that the necktie wasn't necessary. I love the taste of my wife's pussy juices. Hell, put a napkin around my neck and I can dine down there forever. "I can see that you like my panties, huh? Do you enjoy the flavor? I've been wearing those to the gym the past couple of days, so they're filled with the taste of my sweat and juices. Also, a special ingredient is mixed in. It's all dried up now, but your saliva should loosen things up a bit. You remember the other night when you shot that huge load into me and then passed out? Well, I stayed up and cleaned myself out with those panties, so not only are you tasting me, but you're tasting yourself as well. I hope you enjoy. I'll check for the cleanliness of those panties when I return. I'll see you in a couple of hours." And with that she turned and left the room. I laid there and thought about my situation. Did she really know me that well? Sure, I protested all of this, who wouldn't? How could I let her know what really turns me on? We have only been married just under a year, and we were still finding out our sexual boundaries. Truth be told, I've tasted my precum before. Growing up and jacking off in my bedroom, I was curious as to how it tasted. I knew that eventually I would want a woman to swallow my load, so the least that I could do would be to find out how I tasted. So, jacking off, my cock started to leak. I moved my fist up and rubbed my finger over my cock head, getting it nice and wet. Here goes nothing, I thought and licked my finger clean. Not bad, not a lot of taste to it. At least it wasn't sour or bitter. It encouraged me further to taste my actual cum! I fisted myself hard and fast that night and shot off all over my chest. Wow, what a powerful cum! Looking down at my chest, I can see drops spread out all over. I knew that this was what I wanted, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I got up and cleaned myself off in the bathroom, disappointed in myself. I wanted to try it, but couldn't, and didn't until now. And so, I allowed my self to suck on the panties. There was a flavor there, and I wanted it. I couldn't tell what was her flavor and what was mine and right now it didn't matter. I was enjoying the combination of both. I couldn't tell how much time had passed. All I could tell was the candles were getting lower. Finally, I could hear footsteps in the hallway. I looked towards the door and watched as my beauty turned the corner and appeared in the doorway. "How is my little boy doing?" She sat down beside me and stroked the side of my face. "Let me check the cleanliness of the panties now," she said. With that, she undid the necktie and pulled the panties out. Holding them up for inspection, she looked closely at the crotch and smiled. "Wow, very nice job. I'm quite impressed." "Thanks", I replied and realized that my jaw was quite sore. I worked my lower jaw back and forth. "Can you let me loose now?" "Nice try, but I don't think so. You see, I left you alone to make up for the time that you left me alone. Keeping you tied up like this is for the fact that you left me alone at all. It's my fun time now, my baby boy." Still holding the panties in her hand, she moved to drape them over my very sore cock. "What's this? You're leaking again? You must really be enjoying this. I think we'll spend the rest of the night exploring this hidden side of you." And with that grabbed my cock and gave it a few firm strokes, squeezing tighter as she made her way up to the top. More precum worked it's way up with each stroke. She rubbed her hand over the head and got her hand wet and sticky. Smiling, she said "since you did such a great job cleaning my panties, I think you should clean my hand as well. Realize, that this time I'm not asking you, I'm telling you to." Again, my instincts kicked in and I tried to turn away. Obviously disappointed, she reached down with her other hand and squeezed my balls once again. I knew I had no choice and opened my mouth. She did not wait for me to close it either, and before I knew it two of her fingers were in my mouth. No use fighting anymore, I thought, and closed my mouth around her fingers and sucked eagerly. "That's right, my baby. Clean them up real nice. I knew you wanted this." She then smeared her hand on her nipples and placed one in my mouth. "Suck it, baby, suck it and clean it up!" With very little resistance, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, running it around her areola. Again, not much taste from my precum, but I am enjoying the activity nonetheless. Pursing my lips, I suck on her hard nipple, hard! "Hey," she snaps, playfully slapping my face, "not so hard. Try again on my other one." No problem there, I thought, I could do this all night. I lay there on my back sucking on her nipples, highly aroused. So much so that I begin grinding my crotch involuntarily upward toward a pussy that wasn't even there. But it did the job of getting my wife's attention, though. Unfortunately, she pulled her nipple from my mouth leaving my lips still in a sucking motion. She moved downward towards my cock and started to roll my balls in her fingers again. Eyeing my cock, she snaked her tongue out and licked all around the head, moaning as she did so. Opening wide, she swallowed my rod in one fell swoop, causing me to momentarily lose my breath. "YES," was all I could manage, but it did the job of encouraging her further. Up and down she went on my cock, each time flicking the head with her tongue on the upstroke. Pulling her hand from my balls, she started rubbing and pressing her fingers along my perineum. "Uuunnngh," I moaned and again lifted my ass up off the bed and opened my legs as far as the cuffs would allow, granting her further access if she desired. With this blowjob going the way it was, I was now willing to do anything she wanted. To be continued... (Enjoy the story so far? Ladies, drop me a line and tell me what you would do next.) Late Again Jo had been summoned. She knew, from the moment she received the sms, what she was in for. "Rydges South Hotel. Room 221. 1:30pm. Dress appropriately" was all it said, but she knew exactly who and sent it and what was expected of her. She had been out when it arrived, so she had had hurried home from shopping, showered, made herself up and dressed 'appropriately'. This meant she needed to wear a dark business skirt and jacket, with a tight white blouse, very conservative on the outside. The only hint of something lurking underneath was a black satin choker around her throat, and the black stockings and stilettos she wore. What was hidden from general view, and for his eyes only, was the lacy black half-cup bra - which would become immediately apparent through her blouse on removing her jacket – and the matching boy-leg panties that would highlight the pert roundness of her ass when the skirt came off. She had dressed, making sure that all the details were right. She knew that wearing something wrong or out of place would displease him, and as much as there were reasons she liked to displease him, she knew that getting the outfit right was more rewarding. She walked down the hallway, to 221. She glanced at her watch – 1:35pm. "Damn" she thought to herself, "Late...". As she knocked on the door, she smiled to herself, knowing that this definitely would displease him. And if he was displeased, she would be punished. And she knew exactly how that punishment would make her feel... "Enter..." His rich, masculine voice beckoned her into the room. Mostly in darkness despite the hour of the day, she closed the door behind her and turned around, her eyes adjusting while they scanned the room for his presence. He sat in a high backed chair in the corner. "Come closer" he said, the tone of his voice carrying an order more than a request. She walked over to where he sat. He reached over and turned on a desk lamp on the table next to him. He had positioned it to shine directly on her, keeping himself shrouded in semi-darkness while she stood in the spotlight. "Let's see if you've followed orders so far – take off your jacket". Once again, he issued his order and she complied, as she knew she needed to. She undid the buttons of her dark jacket and slid it from her shoulders, exposing the crisp white blouse, straining under its contents. Under the glare of the lamplight directed on her, it was obvious to him that she had been good, at least so far. The outline of her black half bra was blatantly visible against her blouse, as were her nipples protruding over the top of the cups, noticeably hard from her own excitement. "The skirt" came the next order, and she reached down her side, undoing the zipper, letting her skirt fall to the floor, then bending ever so slightly at the knees to step out of it and pick it up, discarding it to one side with her jacket. She felt his gaze take in her beauty – her hair loose and seductively disheveled, her breasts high on her chest, nipples erect and proudly pointing out over the support her bra offered. Her blouse fell loosely just past her waist, just barely covering the top of her panties, and her long legs, clad in black nylon stayups, guiding his lustful eyes to her high heels. "So," he offered, "you have spared yourself any punishment by dressing correctly..." "Thank you, sir" she replied. "But" he continued, "you were late...again..." "Yes sir, I am so sorry sir" she answered "I thought we may have broken you of this habit last time, but it seems not," he said. "You know what this means?" As he spoke, he reached down beside the chair, picking up his briefcase and popping the latches. He reached in and pulled out the satin restraints that she had become familiar with over the past few months. He put the brief case back on the floor and waved her towards him. "Come here..." She came to him, and, knowing the procedure, knelt down before him. She clasped her hands together and offered them up to his lap. He lifted them slightly, and wrapped a length of satin ribbon underneath, then around, then around again and through the centre, cuffing her wrists together, ending with a large knot. He then wrapped another length around the centre of her wrist restraint and tied this off, leaving it hanging loose from her wrists. "Now, over my lap" he commanded. She supported herself on his lap as she stood, moved to the side so she could bend across him, and then stretched her supple body across his knees, her hard nipples grazing his left thigh through her blouse, while her ass rested high on the right side of his lap. He cupped her panty-clad ass with his right hand, and asked her, "How many minutes late were you?" "5, sir" she replied, and shuddered...her pain tolerance had always been low, and she knew that with five of his firm strokes coming, she would soon be feeling suitably punished... "Correct" he answered, and immediately after she felt the harsh sting of his hand as it slapped her cheek, sharply, firmly. "That's one..." A second slap followed within moments, harder than the first, this time eliciting a slight gasp of surprise from her throat. "Two..." The third fell on her ass - harder, sharper, focused on the same spot as the other two. She felt the sting, felt her cheek redden, bit her lip at the discomfort... "Three..." She steadied herself for the next one, taking in a deep breath, but he paused – for a few moments, just long enough for her to drop her guard - and as she breathed out, he struck again...hard and accurate, on the same spot as before...determined, but not violent...and she gasped audibly this time, feeling pain, a tear forming in her eye as the result of his blow stung underneath her brief panties... "Four..." She knew the last one was coming, and she knew she always cried, just a little, from the pain...however, below her waist, a different story...she knew, with this final slap, that his hand would linger, and as his fingers wandered to her vagina, he would feel the absolute, panty-drenching wetness that his spanking had caused...and she lay there, trembling across his lap anticipating that moment to come... It came, and when it did, she almost did as well...the force of his hand on her crimson ass, compounding the pain she already felt, forcing her eyes to well up with salty tears, releasing an erotic torrent of sensation through her vagina walls...she sobbed once, gasping at the power of his punishing hand, and moaned softly, relishing the feeling it brought to her pleasure centres... "Five..." And as expected, his hand gently caressed her hot, burning ass through her panties, gently fondling her as cheeks, feeling the full roundness of her behind, working his fingertips around in ever-decreasing circles until they started to graze the soaked patch of underwear between her legs. He centered on it, gradually working his fingers under the sheer wisp of material, until he made contact with her swollen lips, causing her to breathe in sharply at the glory of touch. His fingers found her opening, slick and wet, and parted her lips slightly. Suddenly, he roughly inserted two fingers deep inside her cunt, causing her to moan loudly at this pleasant intrusion. He moved round inside her, and began pumping slowly in and out of her cunt, coating his hand in her flowing nectar. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled them out, and wiping them on her panties covering the reddened patch of her ass, pushed her off of his lap and on to the floor. "Stand up...time for you to do what you came here for" She stood before him, her hands still bound in front of her. He took hold of the length of ribbon hanging down, and led her over to the bedroom doorway. There he stopped, and pulled her hands up over her head. He looped the ribbon through a hook screwed into the top of the door frame and pulled it up tight, her arms up high, her breasts straining over the top of her bra cups, sitting high and firm. He walked back to his briefcase and returned with another length of ribbon, this one as a blindfold. "This is to heighten your senses" he told her as he draped it over her eyes, moving behind her and knotting it tightly around her head. "Now," he spoke softly, "You will feel me loosen and tighten your restraint above the doorway as I need to. I will direct you where I want you, when I want you, understand?" She nodded, as she savored his words, feeling the wetness between her legs continue to flow as she anticipated his next move...as she always knew, it would be as much about her satisfaction as his. She felt him moving around her, unsure of the actions he was carrying out. She felt the ribbon being loosened above her hands, and was able to drop them down, until they came to rest on something – a chair. The back of a chair. She suspected what was required next, but did not presume to move until he directed her. He tied the ribbon off again at this new length. "Put your weight on the chairback. Step backwards until you are full bent over, and spread your legs wide..." he commanded. She did as ordered, and then felt his hands on her ass once again. "Beautiful..." he murmured, and she felt him shuffle behind her, moving carefully. He slipped his fingers into the waist of her panties, and slowly drew them over her ass, down her thighs until they sat just above her knees. "Spread your legs as wide as you can" he ordered. She did, feeling the resistance of her panties as she stretched them to the limit, positioning her legs as far apart as she could. Then he stopped, his hands firm on her ass, not moving. Moments later, she knew what was to come as she felt the warm caress of his breath on her thighs. He blew gently, the soft warm air creeping up her thighs to her wet, waiting cunt. Her clit twitched as it felt her flow of air, and then, suddenly, the sensation was replaced with the languid movement of his tongue, one long, luscious lick from her clit, all along her tasty wet lips, all the way up to her ass. And then repeated. And then again, his time pausing to force his tongue ever so slightly between her swollen wet cunt lips, tasting just a little more of the juicy bounty contained within... She felt him lap at her cunt, her moistness increasing with each and every touch of his wet, probing tongue, the lips of his mouth grazing at the lips of her cunt, kissing her gently then firmly, gently then firmly, his tongue forcing its way between them and parting them so slightly, before retracting and caressing her inner thighs, then repeating its delightful intrusion again, over and over. She shuddered at the sensation, reveling in his attention to her luscious vagina, her shudders followed by low moans of approval and encouragement. His actions continued for what seemed like ages, her sensibilities lacking any focus but the feel of the consuming passion he dealt her. Her sounds of appreciation rose accordingly as his actions became firmer, more directed on her clitoris, then running long, wet lines with his tongue from her clit to her ass and back again, before focusing again on her clit, flicking it firmly with his tongue driving her to heights of enjoyment...she couldn't believe how wonderful it felt, as her orgasm built inside her. She rocked back against him, forcing her ass into his face, using the chair her hands rested on for leverage, as he reached up her body to first cup her breasts through her blouse, and then suddenly and roughly grabbing it by the neckline and ripping it open, exposing her hard, erect nipples to the air. He grabbed at her nipples and firmly pinched both of them, tugging and twisting them knowing it would be what she loved at precisely that moment, tipping her over the edge, the perfect stimulation she needed at the moment to push her rising orgasm into top gear, to cause her body to erupt in delirious abandon...shaking, shuddering, exploding inside her, rippling out from the core of her sex, down her legs, causing her to weaken at the knees, up through her torso, as her breasts twitched violently under his grasp, all the way through to her brain, as bright, overpowering light engulfed her senses as she released herself to her pleasure... He held her tightly as she came down, supporting her upper body with his firm strong hands, while her lower body, her legs teetering precariously atop her high heels, was virtually supported by her ass buried hard in his face, her thighs resting back on his shoulders. As he felt her regain a modicum of composure, he slowly moved himself from his position as her support until he was able to stand up, and position himself behind her, his hands once again grasping her pert round ass, worshipping its glory, as he licked his lips, tasting the flavor of her around his mouth. She took in a long, deep breath as she came down from her pleasures, and as she stood there, still blindfolded, still bent across to the chair, she dared to speak, knowing that her request would excite him, but also knowing that it may inspire him to act on it, or to follow another tangent...but she ultimately knew it would result in more pleasure for both of them regardless... "Darling", she said, "I can feel the heat of your cock as you stand there behind me....Please fuck me now..." she pleaded..."PLEASE take your cock out and thrust it into my wet, waiting cunt...." He responded, but not in the way she initially expected. A stinging slap to her right ass cheek startled and surprised her, and excited her at the same time. His hand ran across her ass and up her back to her neck, where he grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled roughly on it, pulling her head back. He leaned into her ear, and softly said, "As much as I appreciate your desire to feel me inside you, you know that you only get what I want to give you when I decide you are ready to have it..." With that, she felt him move away, and moments later she felt the pull of her wrist restraint dragging her back to a standing position as he adjusted the length of the ribbon through the hook, back up to the top of the doorway where he again tied it off, her arms once again raised over her head. His hands touched her waist as he moved around her body, his hands finding their way up from her stomach to her taut nipples, where he lingered, gently flicking and teasing them with his fingers, before leaning in and sucking gently on first one, then the other, his alternating attentions causing her to moan softly at the sensation. His hands caressed her ass as he suckled at her breasts, pulling her towards him so she could feel the hardness of his cock through his clothes. He grew more and more excited as his actions caused her to moan louder, her sighs of pleasure raising in pitch at the increasing pleasure she felt, as he continued to suck and lick her tits, cupping each one as he forced them into his open mouth, grazing her nipple with his teeth and flicking them with his tongue as he sucked deeply on her mounds. His generous attentions continued for what seemed to her like hours, as she drew more and more pleasure, and rewarded him with her cries of passionate release, driving him on more and more, until he finally slowed his oral assault, once again letting her near-orgasmic into a calm aura of trembling, erotic passion. He stepped away from her, and she felt him move the chair from the doorway. She heard the sound of his clothes rustling, his belt undoing, his shoes falling to the floor as he remove them, and knew she was close to getting what she had been anticipating since arriving. He came in close to her, and she could feel the touch of his skin as he brushed against her while reaching up to loosen the restraint on the hook. He kept it tight, with her arms still in the air, and moved around her some more until she felt his presence behind her. "Now", he said, his voice wavering slightly from the stern tone of his earlier commands – she knew he was desperate for her after keeping himself on the edge, drawing his pleasure from her enjoyment of his pleasure/pain mix – "slowly lower yourself back as you feel the restraint let your arms down..." She followed his instruction, knowing from previous times what happening – he was sitting behind her in the chair, his legs wide, his cock hard, erect – and as he let her leash slip thru the hook, her arms still extended upwards, she backed herself into his lap, his hands guiding her hips, directing her on to his waiting cock. She felt it brush along her cunt lips as they made contact, and as one hand left her hip, she felt him maneuver his cock into the opening of her wet and wanton Slit. Then, in one final moment of release, he let the restraint slip through his fingers, causing her to drop suddenly, impaling herself on his shaft and causing both of them to cry out in exquisite pleasure...finally, she felt his cock inside her, and immediately started rocking roughly into his lap, as her still bound hands fell into her own, with her fingers quickly seeking out her clit, flicking and rubbing it to heighten the already intense pleasure she felt from riding his cock. With each thrust she made downwards, he countered with an equally forceful upward thrust, driving his cock deep inside her, straining to keep on the chair while they fucked violently. As they drove on and on in their passion, he then pulled her hard into him, holding her still, allowing her to grind into his crotch with his cock buried to the hilt within her, then lifting her off and back onto her own feet for support. He stood up, pushed the chair away, and grabbed her by the hands and neck. He forced her hands up against the edge of the doorway for support as he pushed down on her neck, until she was again bent over, her hands almost to the floor, her ass high in the air, her head low and her hair hanging down over her face. He grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep inside her, causing her to again cry out in pleasure, and continued fucking her with the same intensity as before, feeling her build to near-orgasmic heights over and over again, as the room reverberated with the noise of their frenzied passion... Amidst the haze of her ecstasy, she knew that she had one more duty in her subservience to fulfill, and as she felt him, hard and full inside her, she reached a point where knew it was time for her to give him the ultimate release that she could, in return for all that he had given her...she took a deep breath between her gasps of pleasure and cried out "Let me suck your cock, my darling..." He drove even harder into her cunt on hearing her request, making her think at first that he hadn't heard her, but then he slowed his pace gradually, pulling out further and thrusting deeply back into her, until he stopped, his cock inside her as far as he could force it, before slowly drawing it out and stepping back from her. He reached out and guided her back to an upright position, as she teetered, unsteady on her feet, balancing her trembling frame in stilettos, her panties stretched but still tight around the lower half of her thighs. He turned her around to face him, still blindfolded, her wrists still bound, and held her hands as she bent, lowering one knee to the ground, then the other, leaning on him for support, until she was able to sit back on her slightly parted legs, her hands lowered to her lap, allowing her to again lightly graze her clit with her fingertips. He stepped forward until his cock sat, erect and firm, mere inches from her face. She could smell the scent of her own juices mingled with their sweat, and reached out with her tongue, searching the air between her mouth and his cock for a taste of their nectar. He rewarded her effort, his cock firmly in hand, by brushing it across the tip of her tongue, causing her to jump back at the sudden contact, before pulling her tongue back in to her mouth and sucking on the flavor of their sex. He reached down with his other hand to the back of her head and guided her mouth, tongue once again extended, towards his cock. He tilted it downwards, and as she felt the tip brush against her tongue again, she opened wide, allowing him to enter her, her full lips closing around his hardness as it slid into her wet, waiting mouth. He groaned deeply, relishing the sensation of her tight mouth around his cock, and in appreciation of her willingness to satisfy him in this way. Late Again She returned his groan with her own moans of appreciation, the tasty combination of cock and cunt acting as an aphrodisiac for her senses. He kept his hand on her head, steadying her as he started to pump his cock in and out of her, fucking her mouth slowly and steadily, as she accepted his length deeper into her throat with each thrust. As he increased his pace, she maintained the same rhythm in her fingertips, flicking over her clit, sending signals of pleasure through her own body as he grew closer to release. She knew how much he loved his cock in her mouth, and she sensed it would not take him long to climax after the session they had enjoyed to this point. Soon he was forcing his cock faster and harder into her throat, groaning in pleasure as she allowed him to fuck her beautiful face. She was close to orgasm herself, when she felt his cock swell, moments away from shooting his load. "Goddamn cocksucking slut...fuckslut...you are my cocksucking whore..." he cried out as his climax built, "I'm cumming, bitch, cumming in your mouth"...She braced herself for the double hit of his climax and her own orgasm, both coming within seconds of each other...first her own, her fingers flying over her clit, then her mind and body exploding once again into white, a cry of release trying to escape from deep within her, already muffled by his cock driving into it...and moments later, his - the eruption of his hot, salty cum into the back of her bruised, raw throat as he came...trying to swallow as much as she could, as quickly as she could...she tried to contain it all, tears welling up in her eyes behind the blindfold as she tried to keep from choking on his cum, with his twitching cock still buried deep in her mouth, and her own erratic post-orgasmic breathing inflaming her nostrils, forced hard into his crotch. As his cock gradually shrank inside her mouth, he stood there, his body trembling from the force of his climax, his hand still firm on her head, not releasing her from his control. She was slowly coming down from the experience, her body limp from his onslaught and her own attentions. As she ran her tongue gently over his cock, causing him to twitch with each touch, she moaned gently and contentedly around him. "Beautiful...beautiful..." he kept murmuring, reveling in the satisfaction he felt from their intense, violent session. He gradually withdrew from her mouth, as she playfully nipped at the air, trying to draw his now limp cock back in. He released his hold on her, pulling the blindfold up over her head at the same time, revealing her mascara-rimmed eyes, now lined and blurred around the edges from her tears, and looked down at her face, a smile crossing her lips as she took in the sight of his wet and satisfied cock, then as she gazed up into his eyes, seeing the look of sheer pleasure deep within them. She offered her hands up to him, to allow him to untie her wrist restraints, which he did without saying a word. She then stood up, using his hands for support, and put her arms around his neck, pulling him in close, and kissed him deeply and passionately. She then stepped back from their embrace, folded her hands together in her lap, lowered her eyes from his gaze and said "Thank you sir, I hope I have satisfied you". "You have," he replied, taking in the sight of his willing mistress, her breasts still pert in her half cup bras, her cunt lips raw and inflamed, her disheveled hair falling across her face, tangled and drenched in sweat. "You may collect yourself now, go" he commanded. Although that statement indicated their session had come to an end, she also knew there was occasionally one more thing to follow. She turned and headed into the bathroom, turning on the shower, taking a towel from the rails, all while he watched her, as he always did when she refreshed herself. As she showered, he leaned in the doorway, touching himself, stroking his cock back to an erection, turned on by the sight of her lathering herself up, washing her hair, then stepping out of the shower alcove and drying herself. She took her time, caressing her body lovingly with the soft white towel, running it through her hair, before allowing it to fall on the floor beside her. She could see him in the mirror, his cock now extending upright again, his hand pumping at it with increasing speed. She reached for her hairbrush and the hairdryer, fired up the dryer and proceeded to attend to her hair. As she brushed and blew it through, she could see his reflection, and he slowly moved towards her. She bent slightly at the waist, extending her ass out towards him as he moved behind her. She felt his hand, stroking his cock faster now, grazing her ass as he worked himself up to another climax. He loved to finish with a final gesture – after cleaning herself up, ready to return to the world outside of this room, he wanted her to remember she was still his plaything. He felt the build up in his cock, and leaned in to her ass, finally shooting another load into her back, small shots up her spine that the dribbled down to the crack of her ass, all while she continued to work on drying her hair. She felt the warm splashes as he came, moaning quietly to himself. She knew to turn off the dryer at that point, as he leaned in to her ear, and said "You're mine, slut"...She shivered at his breath in her ear, at the sensation of his cum running down her back, and smiled back at him in the mirror, "Yes, sir, your slut, and your slut only". He returned to the doorway and continued to watch her she finished her hair, and added a touch of makeup to her features. As she came out of the bathroom, he turned into the main room and relaxed himself on the bed as she gathered up her things, placing them in her bag, then picking up the ribbons he had restrained her with, straightening them and placing them back in his briefcase. He watched her as she reached into her bag for her wristwatch, putting it on and setting a vibrating alarm for 1 hour. She then came over to the bed and lay next to him, naked, reclining in his waiting arms. As always they would have a short nap, her cuddled into her dominator, until she awoke, feeling the alarm trembling on her wrist. She would gently pull away, usually without disturbing him, dress herself in clean clothes from her bag, and slip out the door, his dried semen still marking her body. She walked down the hall, regaining her composure, ready to face the outside world once again...until she received another message from him... Late Again This is my second story I have written. Once again a big thank you to Lee (MLG52) who advised, corrected , and edited it for me. It is so good to know people who are willing to give their time and expertise to help others. * This is the third time this week I've waited! Each time we make a date she's late. We had only been together three weeks, but this was going to be a special weekend away, our first alone. Pacing up and down, I kept looking at my watch. I told her to be here at 2; the train was scheduled to leave at 2.30. The next time I glanced down again at my watch, it was 2.25, and still no sign of her. By 2:29, the passengers were almost through boarding the train; I walked away in disgust. She had the tickets for a weekend in Paris; £300 it has cost me. I glanced back over my shoulder, watching as the train pulled away. I went home, very angry. She never turns .up when she promises. One hour later there was a knock on the door. She stood, and just said "Sorry." She followed as I turned around and walked back into the room. "Well what is the excuse this time"? "I'm sorry, baby. My mum came round and got chatting; I just realised the time," she pleaded. That was it. My anger took over. I grabbed her, pulling her over my knee. I spanked her ass really hard. She screamed out, but didn't struggle at first. My hand began to hurt with the beating, but I continued out of frustration. She turned and shouted, then tried to get away. Finally, my hand came down hard, knowing her jeans were absorbing the blow. When I stood up, she fell to the floor, crying. "What is up with you? Why can't you plan your day like others do? If you don't want to be with me, just say so," I yelled. "You fucking pervert! What's the idea of spanking me?" she screamed at me. "You call that a spanking?" I shouted back. I grabbed her arm, and dragged her into the bedroom. "Get undressed now " She cowered into a corner of the room, calling me a pervert. I had not seen her naked before, so I could tell she was worried what I might do. She refused, so I walked over and ripped her blouse off. "Now you have a choice. Get undressed or I will strip you my way!" I watched as she slowly reached for her jeans button. I stared as she undid it and slid them down her legs, standing there in bra and panties. "All of it, now!" I demanded. Her hands went behind her back and undid the clip on the bra, letting it sink to the floor. She saw me glaring at her, and knew there was no backing down. I took pleasure gazing as she placed her thumbs on her hips, slipped them under the band of her panties and lowered them to the floor. Naked! Completely naked now. Her hands wrapped around, trying to cover her body. I slapped her hands down, and yelled, "Get on the bed, face down. Now!" I barked at her. She moved quickly, and lay there looking at me over her shoulder. I moved to the bed and noticed her ass was red from the first spanking moments ago. I ordered her to turn around and look straight ahead, then wasted no time striking her ass again. It was so much better slapping a naked one. I was amused to see a bright red hand-print quickly materialize, and pleased to see her respond to the pain. I waited just a moment, giving her a chance to recover. Then another strike, marking the other cheek. She thrashed about, struggling to get off the bed. I pushed her back down, then threw open my wardrobe to get four ties out and quickly tied her arms and legs to the bed. "I will teach you to be on time," I bellowed as my hand came down again and again. Her ass was covered in a red hue; even though she thrashed, I knew she was secure. My hand began to hurt again, so I paused to get my breathe. "You think this changes anything, you damn pervert?" She squealed. "I know you are sore, but I will not have you creating chaos in my life," I told her. I realized now how stubborn she was, but also understood she was not about to give in as she lay there screaming at me. I reached for the slipper beneath my bed, gripping it hard. As I raised my arm, she looked around at me and gloated, daring me to hurt her any more. My arm came down, bringing the slipper hard across her ass. Her breath was taken away with the pain, so I repeated it several times. Now, instead of cowering away, she raised her ass for the next one. "Beat me baby, beat my ass harder. I need it baby," she whispered. I looked at her in shock as she wiggled her ass while pushing her pussy against the bed sheets. "Oh, my god. You are turned on. I don't believe it," I said. "More, more damn you. Why are you just standing there?" she screamed at me. I brought the slipper down harder and faster, watching her humping the bed now in earnest. Her ass had the imprint of the slipper and hand prints all over it. Suddenly, on the last one, she raised her hips and shuddered. I waited and watched as her body went through the climax. "Spank my pussy. Please, do it now. I want you to do it now," she implored. I loosened the ties enough for her to hold her crotch off the bed. Her knees were spread wide when I used my hand and aimed for her soaked pussy. I brought it sharply down, striking her lips and clit together. She screamed and trembled as another, bigger climax rushed through her body. I undid her arms and legs and turned her over onto her back. I stripped off my clothes and lay on top of her, kissing her roughly as I easily entered the wet and waiting hole. She was soaked and we fucked like rabbits. I pulled her on top of me and spanked her ass again as she rode my cock. She hit the peak again as I spurted deep inside her. Our combined wetness flowed down my testicles onto the sheet below. We lay silent as we regained our breath. She looked down and kissed me, smiled and gently murmured, "That was what I needed. That was exactly what I needed," and kissed me again. I warned her that if she was ever late again, I would repeat it. She smiled as she held me tightly, both of us knowing that would be soon, very soon. Late, Again. It was 3:15. She was late. Again. How many times would he have to tell her? 'You need to be on time, other people are waiting on you.' he told himself. He shook his head and continued to count the drawer. The small pizzeria did well for itself. He had taken over running the place from his mother when she passed away. He had a pretty good crew working for him, and he only came in the afternoon to cover one of his long time employees who had to leave to pick up her kids at 3:00 each day. The dinner crew would be there by 4. He had hired a new girl as a part time to fill the slow time between lunch and dinner. It was a one-man show for that part of the day. Mostly cleaning and restocking. Simple. All you had to do was show up. It was a single story red brick building, with large glass windows surrounding the front. 'It lets the people walking by see what we're doing...' his mother used to say. Here she comes. A young girl walked briskly, nearly running, towards the door. 3:18. He sighed. She walked in quietly, avoiding his gaze, and made her way to the back to begin her short shift. He finished counting the drawer and closed it, before walking into the back. "I'm sorry...", she said. He shook his head. "How many times should we go through this before I replace you?" "It won't happen again..." He put his hand up, "Just get to work, the sink's full of dishes. I'll watch the front while you get them done." She hurried to the sink, grateful to get lost in work and put it behind her. He sighed again to himself, and walked to the front. What could he do to get his point across to her? He didn't want to fire the girl. She was a few years younger than him and seemed to come from a relatively good family. They were putting her through college. She needed the job for a little extra spending money, nothing more. He could fire her, and not lose any sleep at night. But he wouldn't. He caught himself starring at her as she washed dishes. His eyes roamed over her body. A wicked smile creeped across his face. 'I won't fire her,' he thought, 'but I will punish her...' He walked towards her, not trying to hide his approach, but over the sound of running water and clattering dishes, it was easy for her to not notice him. He looked her up and down once more. "Tiffany." She jumped a little, obviously startled. "Y... Yeah? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you wal..." He interrupted her, "Listen, in the walk-in fridge there's some product I need you to rearrange. We had a truck come today and didn't have time to do it. Just go sort things by date, pulling the oldest forward. The dishes can wait till closing." She nodded, dropping the dish she had been washing into the sink with a 'clang!'. "Okay, I can do that." She stepped around him, and went into the fridge. Her heart was pounding. How long had he been standing there? She was thankful to work away from him today, he seemed angry. She shivered as the cold air rushed past her and stepped in, letting the door close behind her. 'I hope he's not mad. I really meant to be on time...' she thought to herself. She began sorting the boxes, moving the new product to the back, and bringing the older stuff forward. The door to the fridge opened, and he stepped in. She had been moving a box to the front of the fridge as he entered, so he was standing only inches from her. "You can't be late anymore, or I'm going to have to fire you." he said. She nodded, trying hard not to burst into tears. "I promise, today was the last time. I just had to stop for gas on the way here, and traffic was terrible, and..." He reached out and grabbed her by her ponytail, dragging her to her knees. She let out a sharp cry of pain. "I don't need excuses. It won't happen again. Say it." A feeling of panic surged through her as she fell to her knees, his hand firmly gripping her ponytail. "It won't happen again!" she blurted out in pain. He released her hair and she fell back, leaning agains the shelves. A few tears had run down her cheek. He starred down at her, silent, before reaching for his zipper. She watched nervously as he undid his zipper, and pulled out his cock. Her mind was racing. What was he doing? Should she scream? Would anyone hear her? Why was she having urges to touch him? She sat, silently. Her eyes red from tears, her makeup running down her face. She looked up at him, and then back down to his throbbing member. She wanted to reach out and touch it... She raised a hand, hesitantly at first, locking eyes with his. She wrapped her hand around him. He was warm, hot really. Her cold hand finding warmth holding him. She leaned forward, and slowly took him into her mouth. He instantly thrust forward, his hand finding the back of her head. She gagged slightly, choking on him. She found herself wanting him, all of him, inside of her. She gave into his control, letting him slowly fuck her throat. She choked, she gagged, spit oozing from the sides of her mouth. Finally, after what felt like 30 agonizing and yet delightful minutes, he released her, letting his spit-soaked cock slip from her lips. It glistened slightly in the light. She didn't want to stop. She wanted him to finish in her mouth. She wanted to swallow every last drop of his. He smiled wickedly, his hand gripping her ponytail once more. He pulled her to her feet by it, and aggressively spun her around. He slipped his thumb into her waistband, and tugged down forcefully. Her pants and panties came down with ease, leaving her milky white bare ass exposed to him. Still holding her hair, he slapped her ass hard with his free hand, forcing a quiet yelp from her lips, and turning her cheek bright red. He pushed her head forward slightly, causing her to bend forward. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. She closed her eyes in anticipation. The head of his cock pushed into her. She was soaked. He slid in easily despite her tightness. She cooed softly as he entered her, only his grip on her hair stopped her from pushing back onto him. He began to thrust into her vigorously, letting his hand release her hair, he grabbed ahold of her hips, pounding her relentlessly. She moaned loudly, pushing back against him hard with each thrust. He would change the pace continuously, fast and hard one moment, and then slow and steady the next. He would let his cock almost slip out of her, and then thrust it as deep as he could. Tiffany was in complete ecstasy, moaning and grinding against him. Her hands grabbed ahold of the shelves as she tried to help him fuck her harder. Suddenly an orgasm overtook her. Her body shuddered, her toes curled. She let out a long moan, almost falling over. He continued pounding her all the way through. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her. She knew he was close, and she wanted it. She wanted to feel him fill her up, to feel it drip down her inner thighs. She clenched her pussy tight around his cock, trying to squeeze it out of him. He slowed to a snails pace, and then slowly pulled out. She snapped her head around, looking over her shoulder at him, a pout across her face. He grinned wickedly at her. This was supposed to be a punishment, and she was clearly enjoying herself. 'Let's see how she likes this...' he thought to himself. His cock was dripping with her juices as he slowly rubbed the head against her open slit. He'd push in just a bit, and then pull away. She was squirming in frustration. He slowly slid the head of his cock up along her crack and away from her pussy. When the head brushed against her forbidden hole she tensed. Would he really do it? Would she let him? Did she really have a choice? 'No,' she thought, 'I don't have a choice... He's going to do whatever he wants, and I can't... Won't... Stop him...' She closed her eyes, and tried to relax. He pushed, firmly. The head of his cock burrowed into her asshole. She let out a small whimper at the sudden pain, biting her lip. She had to relax. 'Breathe...' She told herself. She took slow, steady breaths, trying to relax. He continued to push firmly. She felt herself relax, and he pushed all the way in. She let out a long moan, her eyes crossed. Slowly, he began to fuck her, building up a steady rhythm. The pain for her was gone, replaced by pure bliss. She reached down with one hand and began rubbing her clit. She was going to cum again. She felt herself pushing back against him again, taking every inch of him inside her. And she could feel his cock throbbing inside her. He was close also. Her moans began to sync with his thrusts, getting louder with each one. When she felt his body begin to shudder, she lost control. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded over her body. She moaned, she screamed, he slowed, he stopped. She felt his cock softening and slowly slip from her. She continued to lean against the shelves, panting. His cum was dripping out of her, running down her leg. He slapped her ass once more, and she let out a squeal. He put his cock away, and zipped up his pants. "Don't be late again..." She smiled wickedly. She was in control now. "Tiffany... Tiffany!" He almost had to scream it to get her attention. Startled, she dropped the dish she was washing into the sink, making a loud clang that resonated through the back. She could feel her face blushing as she turned to face him. "Sorry, I was just daydreaming... I didn't hear you walk up." "I said I'm leaving now, Joey and Danielle will be here in about 5 minutes to get ready for the dinner rush. Just finish up with the dishes and then please make sure to take out the trash. Then you're good to go. But you need to be on time tomorrow, I don't want to have this conversation again." She nodded, "Of course, I'm sorry again. I won't be late anymore." Late & Clothed Its been a few days since I have spent time with my Liam. Busy lives have taken our time, but tonight we get some back. A date, per se, although I haven't decided if I want to take him out or spend the entire evening together here at home. I dress to go out, beneath my long deep blue dress, are garments fitting for staying in. Even though it isn't one of my many corsets I would usually use for alone time with him, I think the bra, garter, panties and stockings, all in the matching hints of blue, will be more than adequate. Finding I have some time before he arrives, I slip into the library to read for a bit. I curl up in my chair near the fire, smiling to myself as I know he will be here soon. I do miss him. I pick up my book and begin to read, getting caught up in the story, I look up at the clock on the mantle and frown. He is late, over thirty minutes late. Setting my book aside, I head back into the bedroom and remove the dress, returning it to the hanger. No sense in keeping it on, we won't be going out now. As I change the bra for a tight fitting corset, I can feel the disappointment rise. The directions were quite clear, I gave him extra time to get here already. I stride to the playroom, although it wont be for play tonight. I check the clock again, forty five minutes now. Shaking my head, that boy of mine is going to be very sore come morning. I settle into my chair and wait, I can feel the impatience build and the disappointment deepening. I hear him come thru the front door, I can hear as he searches room to room trying to find me. The hesitation at the door to the playroom audible. I glance at the clock almost an hour late. I know my look speaks volumes. I wait for the door to slowly open. He peers in, sees me in my chair and rushes over; falling to his knees halfway across the room, almost crawling to me. He has made yet another mistake tonight, he comes clothed. A soft sigh escapes my lips. He looks up at me, he wants to make excuses, he knows I won't accept them. He knows sorry isn't enough and because of that he knows not to speak. I watch him, wondering how long it will take before he decides to remove his clothes. I can see him squirm, I close my eyes as I realize it is going to be a very long night and not the one I had planned on. I open my eyes and look down at his form. I rise walking around him and stride toward the fireplace. Staring into the flames, my voice is harsh as I say, "Naked boy, NOW!" He gasps in horror as he realizes his extreme error. He should have known on entering, he should have anticipated it after being an hour late. As soon as he walked thru that front door, he should have stripped. I can hear him scrambling to remove all his clothes, when the rustling stops, I turn to look at him. He is so beautiful, such incredible form. He is there kneeling, all the way down, head pressed to the floor. His breathing is harsh, erratic. A sheen of sweat already forming on his back, the hair on the nape of his neck curling from the dampness. Grabbing a handful of hair, I pull his head back so he can see how very upset I am. I can see the tears begin to pool, he knows. I lean in close and speak softly, "Not a word unless I ask you to speak, any sound other than a cry or a scream and I will gag you. Do you understand me?" He swallows hard, stuck trying to figure out whether to speak or try and nod with my holding a fistful of hair. Seeing his dilemma, I say, "Speak boy." "Yes Mistress. i understand." "Good." I release his hair and begin to circle his form. "you have greatly disappointed me tonight boy. First, an hour late and then you come to me dressed. you know better than both." Pressing my foot into his back, adding enough pressure for him to understand the gravity in my words, "Don't you?" His response is a grunt. I stand over his body, straddling it. Again grabbing a handful of hair and bringing his head back, I lean in and whisper into his ear, "I had planned on making love half the night, over and over again. I wanted to spend our night in slow sensual foreplay followed by a lengthy period of time riding your hard cock. I wanted to savor your body tonight, taste you and have you do the same for me. This.." Pulling hard on his hair, "wasn't in my plans." Pushing his head back down to the floor, I return to my chair and watch him quiver. Letting him kneel there, wondering when and with what.. and for how long. I wait, knowing the time is dragging on for him, in my mind I am going over a reasonable way to deal with both offences. He flinches as he hears me rise and walk to the cabinet, I know he wants to turn his head, to see what I will use. "Rise, hands linked behind your head." He does so immediately and as soon as he has his stance, the whistle of the cane thru the air warns him of what I have in my hand. "This is for your clothing. One for each article you had to remove. " In quick repetition, the cane lands four times on his ass; the first at the top, then each consecutive one an inch below the previous. "The shirt, the suit jacket, the boxers, the pants." A single long cry at the speed in which the cane landed escapes him. Three more snaps at an angle to the previous four, watching the welts start. "The socks, the tie and the shoes." Another scream, louder this time. I trace the welts tenderly with my fingers, a part of me not liking to make them. I replace the cane and pick up the matching pair of floggers. Walking around his body, I stop in front of him and show him the floggers. "With two, I can make it thru the once per minute late much faster." His eyes go wide at my words. I nod, "yes boy. One strike per minute you were late." I can see the internal battle to speak, its in his eyes. I wait to see what part of him wins, he slowly dips his head. "Cuffs, ankle and wrist." He scurries to the chest and brings them back to me. I attach all four cuffs and point to the table. "Face down." Once he is settled, I clip his limbs down. I push the button and tilt the table, at enough of an angle to work his body but not so much that he would slide down. Gently tracing the shapes on his ass, I smooth my hands over his torso and down his thighs before stepping back. Starting with the right hand, I begin. Right then left, the flogger's tresses landing hard. He fights to hold still, cries and screams slipping out every few landings. Over his back, avoiding his lower back and concentrating on his ass and upper thighs, the right and left handed strikes working up and back. Watching the skin go from light pink to dark pink., the marks from the cane almost red, I stop. Returning the table to flat, leaving my floggers on the side table, I pick up the lotion and begin to sooth the skin. Hearing him whimper as the cool lotion works into the burn, I gingerly work everywhere he is marked. I unclip the cuffs, leaving them on. I lean in and whisper, "Well Done boy. you can speak now if you wish." His voice raspy, "Thank You Mistress." I stroke his hair softly, pressing my lips to his cheek. "Can we work on some of those plans now, Liam?" He rolls carefully off the table and kneels before me, smiling up at me, " please Mistress." Leaning down to attach his leash to his hardened cock, I lead him down the hall to our bedroom. Late Arrival He spotted her immediately as she stepped through the ramp doors in the midst of the arriving passengers. Mature, nearly 20 years his senior, but moving with a stroll that a man could not help but notice. Her linen business suit was conservative but the package was hardly demure. Her full breasts swayed without restraint under the sheer silk blouse, just as he had asked. He caught her eye over the crowd and she stopped in mid step. He was magnificent. She reminded herself to breath. He stood several yards away waiting. His deep brown eyes assessing her as he stood waiting. So young to have drawn her so deeply yet his eyes only confirmed his power over her. She moved to him, her knees barely carrying her the remaining distance. She could smell the clean scent of soap and freshly laundered blue jeans. She was nervous and he smiled "I knew you would be here." He took her hands in his and placed them on his shoulders. Sliding his own hands down over her thinly veiled breasts pausing briefly to outline her nipples that stood rigid beneath the silk. "Say it Sweetness, say it." "I..." she squeaked and took a deep breath "I am yours to do with as it pleases you Sir." His hands held her close now as the words took their toll on her. Her knees had gone to jelly and she clung to his broad shoulders. "Good. Now breath and follow me." He pushed her from him and held her until he was sure she was standing steady. He winked and pinched one hard nipple before he turned and taking her hand, strode rapidly through the airport concourse. Nearly running to keep up she found her mind racing just as desperately. A year, countless E-Mails, chat rooms, private messages, telephone calls. A month ago he had requested photos, to be taken in, then out of, the silk blouse. She had sent them, trembling even as her fingers had typed his address on the E-Mail. He had asked for the addresses of Adult shops near her home and had instructed her to visit one he approved and pick up a package he had ordered to be held there for her. The dildo had been only the first of her daily purchases there. The prices varied and the cost only added to her the thrill as she spent her money at his whim. She could afford it, though the trips to the shop made her heart race and her skin tingle and flush. Ten days and ten visits left her with an array of toys she was only vaguely familiar with. Then the E-Mail for the airline ticket to Chicago. She sent back the confirmation and her Credit Card info. She made the last minute arrangements for a long weekend and found herself standing in front of two male baggage checkers as they went through her carry-on bag that held the toys. She boarded the plane with tears of humiliation in her eyes, her mind screaming for her to turn around and go home. What was she doing? She had built and run a business, raised two intelligent and self-confident children on her own. Here she was, hundreds of miles from home, being half dragged through an airport by a man only a few months older than her son. Pools of light illuminated the lines of cars in the parking garage. He stopped under one of the lights and opened the trunk of a late model Mustang. Something he had talked about in their long chats. He took the bag from her shoulder and dropped it in the trunk and gestured her to precede him to the passenger side. His hands fell lightly on her shoulders and slid her jacket off before he opened the door. Carefully folding it he laid it on the back seat before turning to face her. Pressing her back against the car he bent to kiss her sliding his hands up to cup her breasts and his lips and tongue took hers. Straightening he easily opened the buttons and spread the blouse exposing her breasts for inspection. "uh uh" he chided as she attempted to cover them and smiled as her hands fell trembling to her sides. "They are mine and I will let the world see them if I choose." A shuddering gasp escaped her lips as his mouth found one then the other nipple, sucking, tugging and nipping at them. His hands traveled under her skirt lifting it and exposing her gartered nylons and her bare mound. "Good girl," he growled as he roughly thrust two fingers deep into her moist sex. He pumped his hand up hard making her whimper, the other hand half circling her throat and holding her hard against the car. "I'll fuck you right here Sweetness. You want me to don't you?" He bit at her lower lip. "Answer me girl. Do you want me to fuck you right here?" Her eyes darted about the garage. "Answer me!" He hissed, his thumb circling her clit furiously. "Ohh mmm Gawd.... Yess" her hands found his fly and pulled at the buttons. His cock sprang free and filled her hand. Her low moan echoed as he lifted her against the car and brought her legs up around his waist. She guided him into her and his mouth muffled her cry as he forced deep in one thrust. He was larger than any she had felt before and it had been 5 years since her last partner. He pulled back only to thrust deeper and begin pounding into her in rapid force. "Now." he grunted and rose up to watch her face as he drove her beyond anything she had ever known in her safe, secure world. "Now." He commanded. She came in jolting waves of near pain. Her body writhing on his impaling cock, arching against the cold metal of the Mustang. When she was spent and the last of the gripping spasms subsided on his cock he slid from her and let her lean away from him. Both turned as something banged to the pavement and they heard a gasp. A man stood not 10 feet from them, his suitcase lieing by his feet where he had dropped it. His jaw hung wide and his eyes were riveted to the carnal scene. "Get in, Sweetness, I have plans for you." She slid quickly into the seat. Grinning he buckled her in and waved to their company. "By the way Girl, I'm glad you could come." She slid under the shoulder strap as he started the engine and felt his hand rest on her head as her mouth filled with his cock. Four days... they had four days. Late Arrival She gets home late, later than she had planned. She wonders if He is still awake. Surely not, but she doesn't like to second-guess Him. She usually regrets it. She remembers His smile when she told Him a couple girls from work wanted to go out for a while... catch a movie, go shopping, something fun. She promised to be home by midnight. But here she is, sneaking in the door at 2am. *** He lies there in bed, naked and awake, listening to her sneaking around. She is late, and she knows it. He listens carefully... watching her in His mind. She enters the kitchen and gets a drink. He hears her set the glass down in the sink. Now she is tiptoeing across the floor to the bathroom. He hears the toilet flush when she is done. She curses... must have stubbed her toe on the doorframe. Amazing how that gets her every time. He leaves His eyes closed and His breathing even as He listens to her slip into the room. He can picture her in His mind.... *** She sneaks into the room as quietly as she can. The moon's rays briefly illuminate her naked body as she watches her Master. His breathing is nice and even, a sure sign He is sound asleep. He lies on His back, His arm lying across her pillow, silently inviting her to join Him in the bed. She slowly pulls the covers back and joins Him. His arm unconsciously wraps around her as her body molds to His. *** He feels her join Him, her body nestling up to His. Her soft breasts press against His side as she drapes her arm across His torso. She lays her leg across His, just inches from His growing cock. His longing for her supersedes His frustration at her late arrival, but she must know that she displeased Him. *** She sighs softly as she snuggles up against Him. She lays her head on His chest, listening to His heartbeat. She closes her eyes, listening... until suddenly it dawns on her... His heartbeat is awfully fast for someone who is sound asleep. *** He feels her body go tense suddenly. She knows He is awake. He tightens His arm around her body, almost daring her to move. He slowly rolls to His side, facing her. His eyes lock with hers. *** She looks into His eyes and sees the desire in His eyes, but there is something else too. She sees disappointment, regret; she wonders about the regret. Maybe she is reading Him wrong. She suddenly finds herself on her belly, as He moves her body to suit His needs. *** He grabs the rope that He had prepared in advance, tying her left arm down to the bed. He straddles her body to reach over and secure the right arm as well. As He moves back, He leans down and kisses her neck, pressing His erection against her flesh. He leaves the bed, tying her ankles as well, keeping her spread wide open for Him. *** She tries watching what He is doing, but He is staying out of her line of sight. She feels exposed, yet she feels herself growing wet at the thought of Him watching her. Just when she is getting comfortable, ready to relax and enjoy His body taking hers, she feels a sharp pain across her bottom... *** He pulls His hand back to smack her bottom a second time. SMACK! He feels her pain as each smack leaves it's mark on her creamy white skin. SMACK! He knows she is gritting her teeth, trying to keep from crying out. SMACK! He also knows she won't hold out forever. SMACK! She will eventually whimper. SMACK! She will eventually cry. SMACK! And He will silently weep with her. *** She silently cries, the tears sliding down her cheeks. She doesn't fight Him; she knows He is only disciplining her, since she was late... very late. He wouldn't punish her if He didn't love her. She tenses a moment, listening to the quiet in the room. Suddenly, she yelps as His hand connects with her bottom again. *** Only two more and He will stop. Two more smacks to teach her, the hardest two to give her. He looks at her bottom, so red, so sore. He cringes, knowing she can't see Him. But He must finish, or she won't learn. SMACK! His hand covers her flesh. SMACK! The last one, and He is finished spanking her. He watches her silently. He listens as she sniffs back the tears. *** Her bottom hurts. But the pain inside is worse. She disappointed Him. She made a promise to be home by midnight, and she broke it. She should have called, asked permission to stay out later. At least called to let Him know she was ok. But she didn't think about it. She was having fun, in the moment, and gave no thought to His rules. She sniffed again, trying to stop crying, wanting to be strong. But she was broken. She hurt, because she hurt Him. *** His eyes roam over her body, settling on her rear. There isn't a spot on her naked bottom that isn't red. His hand covered it all. He walks over to the nightstand and gets out some lotion. Slowly, carefully, He begins rubbing it into her skin. *** She whimpers as His hand touched her sore flesh. Words are not needed. He knows it hurts. The tears finally stop and she lies there silently. She feels His hands caress her flesh, loving her quietly. *** He puts the lotion away and unties her bonds. Lying on the bed next to her, He gathers her in His arms and holds her close, her sore bottom against His cock. He places a kiss on the top of her head, feeling her body relax against Him. He hears her sigh.... *** "I'm sorry Sir." She sniffs again. "I'm sorry that I was late. I should have called." She feels His nod against her head. Suddenly she feels a calm come over her. He forgave her. She did wrong. He punished her, and forgave her. She kisses the arm that is wrapped around her, and wiggles. She smiles as His cock responds, pressing against her, until it touches her red bottom. She pulls away a bit as she cringes. Her bottom is still on fire. *** He smiles as He feels her pull away. He knows His growing erection pressed against her sore bottom. He trails His hand down her neck, across her shoulder, and down over her luscious breasts. His fingers draw circles around her nipples. He gently blows on her neck, smiling when she shivers. He feels her press against Him again; knowing the desire for His cock is outweighing the pain in her bottom. *** She wants Him. She tries to ignore the pain in her bottom. She wants Him and that's all there is to it. She presses her bottom against Him, sighing as His cock nestles between her cheeks. A shiver races down her spine as He blows on her neck again. She looks down and watches His fingers on her breasts. Her desire for Him grows. *** He chuckles against her neck as she wiggles against Him. "What's wrong my girl?" *** "Please Sir, will You make love to me? I need You so badly!" *** Without a word He adjusts her body so He can slide into her depths. He smiles at her gasp and begins thrusting in and out, slowly. *** She groans as His cock fills her. Grinding against her, she begs for more. "Please Sir, I need more, I need You... oh please." *** He quickly flips her over so she is on her belly, His cock sliding out of her tight pussy. He raises her up so she is on her knees and takes her again, thrusting harder. He grunts with each thrust, His cock sliding in and out, surrounded by her wetness. His hands grip her body, pulling her to Him over and over. He reaches one hand out and grabs her hair, pulling it, forcing her head back as His cock pounds her relentlessly. He enjoys each whimper, each moan that crosses her lips. *** She moans again as His fingers wrap around the strands of her hair, forcing her to look up. She pushes against Him, taking all of Him in her hole. Gasping as He suddenly pulls out, she pushes back, wanting Him deep inside of her. *** He chuckles at her insistence. "Patience my girl; you will get what you want." *** She feels His cock probing her anus; she smiles, excited and anxious. The pain from her spanking still lingers, but it seems to add to the pleasure He is giving her. *** He slides His cock from her wet pussy to her anus, drawing her juices up to the desired hole. He slowly pushes into her, groaning as the head of His cock slides in. He continues to fill her ass slowly. He releases her hair to grab her hips with both hands, stopping her from pushing against Him. *** She whimpers as she tries to push against Him, only to feel His hands stop her. "Please Sir... please fuck me." She feels His cock slide out again, just to the head, and she waits.... *** He suddenly plunges into her, enjoying the gasp of delight He hears from her. He picks up speed, fucking His girl harder and harder. Her muscles tighten around His shaft, giving Him pleasure. He feels His orgasm building. Wanting to cum with her, He reaches around her body and flicks her clit. *** She moans; she is close to cumming. With His fingers playing along her clit, she knows it won't be long. She holds her breath, allowing the sensation to build, letting her body take pleasure in His cock. She begs, "Please Sir, may I cum? Oh please..." *** "Yes, my girl, cum with Me." He feels her body clench against His cock as He releases His seed deep inside her ass. He groans as His cock pulses. He continues to thrust into her, taking them both higher still. *** Her heart races, her breathing comes in fast and hard, her body is covered in a sheen of sweat, her orgasm takes every last bit of energy she had. And yet He keeps thrusting. She whimpers as His fingers continue to tease her sensitive clit. Before she knows it, she is cumming again, her ass squeezing against His cock. *** He collapses against her, totally spent. He pants for breath as He rolls sideways to lie next to her. He looks over at her, smiling. *** She opens her eyes, not knowing when she shut them, and sees Him looking at her. She smiles softly. "I love You Master." *** "I love you too, girl." He pulls her to Him, resting her head on His chest. He feels her draper her leg across Him once more before He drifts to sleep. *** She sighs, happy and content, knowing she is loved and cared for. She listens to His heart beating, the steady sound lulling her to sleep. Late At Night I absolutely, positively love to masturbate!! I remember the very first time that I ever had an orgasm...how it felt when my hot milky white cum came pulsating out of my hard cock. From that moment on I fell in love with that feeling. Now I'm not saying that I don't love to fuck my wife's hot wet pussy...I DO!! But, because of our vastly different careers finding a time to fuck, let alone make love, is next to impossible. But thankfully not only does she know that I masturbate frequently, she has recently confided that hearing me jerking my hard swollen cock has caused her to masturbate while laying naked in bed listening. When I love to masturbate the most is late at night. I have a room that has a completely mirrored wall; which I place a lit candle next to giving the room a mellow, relaxing glow. Next I select a CD that I know has over an hour of music to listen to...well more like to stroke my cock to! You see, when I wrap my hand around my hot throbbing cock, I don't ever rush. No, I take my time and fuck myself. Why rush something as intensely physical and pleasurable as slowly jacking off your hard cock to an orgasm that completely takes over your body. I always love taking over an hour to slowly fuck my hard, cum dripping cock then shooting my huge load through the air!! I begin by taking my clothes off and gently tugging my balls with one hand while with the other I start to fondle my growing cock. As I start to stroke my rapidly stiffening cock, I am immediately taken over by the intense pleasure that suddenly envelops my body. But I know I must stop so that I can fuck my now hot hard pulsating cock. With my hard cock pulsating in my hand I login to my favorite erotic literature website. (Well, if you're reading this story...duh, you know which one I'm talking about!!). I often imagine that my wife and I are the active participants of the stories that I read. Settling on one that already has a favorable rating; I'm now ready to slowly fuck myself...my cock has been growing even harder while looking for a story. I begin to stroke my hard cock, becoming one of the characters in the story...wrapping my hot hand around my equally hot, pulsating cock...I slowly stroke up and down my cock. Fuck...it feels as if every nerve of my body is located in my cock...as I slowly stroke my cock, I feel the veins around my hot hard shaft begin to swell even larger...making my cock pulsate. As my cock sends this intense sexual pleasure throughout my body... the head of my cock also begins to become engorged...swelling as it begins to turn dark reddish purple. The harder my cock gets, the more it throbs...I'm amazed how hard my cock is...the only thing I can feel is the intense pleasure coursing through my body as my hand is now steadily stroking my cock. Impossibly, it feels as if my cock is trying to grow even longer...pulling the skin tighter and tighter...completely taking over all of my conscious thoughts...my body is being over taken by the feelings coming from my cock...fuck my cock feels like a tower of cum. As I'm stroking my hard, hot throbbing cock everything in the room seems to be disappearing. The more I jerk off the more my body is engulfed by the feeling coursing through my hand as it strokes up and down my cock. As I jerk my hard cock the top of my fist rubs against the swollen hot head of my cock. The head of my cock keeps getting larger and larger...fuck I want to cum. But cumming right now would ruin the intense pleasure...instead I slowly stroke my cock...squeezing the shaft, feeling the cum wanting to explode out of my cock. I wish somebody could be watching me stroke my cock...I want to watch their eyes as I jack off...I want to see them lick their lips as cum shoots out from cock. I often try to imagine what it would be like to be stripped naked and jerk off in front of a roomful of total strangers. As I feel the urgent need to shoot my hot load subside, I begin to resume jerking my hot hard shaft. Fuck...my cock is just so, so hard...I can feel the cum churning in my balls. Stopping I coat my fist with Vaseline...I wrap my hand around my cock...fuck this is just too intense...my hand is sliding up and down, faster and faster.. around my hard hot cock now. My pre-cum is flowing out of the head of cock...please watch me stroke my cock...I want to cum while you watch. Oh fuck I'm going to cum... I'm wrapping my fist tighter around my cock...faster and faster I'm stroking my hot hard cock...my balls are swelling...I'm getting ready to blow my cum across my body. I can almost smell my cum...FUCK, OH FUCK I'M CUMMINNNGGGG!! Is your cunt wet? Can I watch you now? Tell me... Late at Night It's getting late at night and it's one of the evenings that you decided to stay at my place for the night. You're sitting on the couch, your legs curled up under you as you watch the conclusion of the movie that's running. You take a moment and think back about how the day concluded ... After a day of playing with the family, wandering around and generally having fun, we came home and had something that I made for dinner. After eating, you decided that a warm bath would be nice before anything else and while I cleaned up and put the kids to bed, you had a nice, long soak. You close your eyes, thinking more, now back to when you heard the door crack and you saw my hand slipping into the bathroom, setting a few fluffy, just-out-of-the dryer towels on the sink. As the water began to cool, you climbed out of the tub and you can still remember the heat and the softness of the towels from before you grabbed my bathrobe and pulled it around you. You came out of the bathroom and I walked over to you as soon as I saw you, grinning, reaching out, wanting to kiss and play, but after the first kiss, you laughed and reminded me that we were going to watch a movie. You teased me a little, especially since I didn't know where the belt was in order to cinch the robe shut. You turned towards the living room and I followed you out, reaching for your back, your ass ... but you laughed again and sat down on the couch, pulling the robe shut. The movie was a good one, especially with the dessert that I pulled out of the freezer mid-point (someone's favorite ice cream ...). The warm robe, the comfortable couch, the ice cream ... at some point, you remember thinking that you would be purring if you were a cat ... As the movie rolls into its final wrap-up, you realize that you're wide awake due to the adrenaline from the final few moments. You look over and are a little surprised to see me passed out. What with the movie, you didn't think I would be completely unconscious - but then you stop and realize that it's after midnight, so you smirk and decide that it's the next day and you're going to see about waking me up even earlier than normal ... You shift the ice cream bowl from your lap to the end table and you lower the volume on the DVD. Setting the remote down, you turn around so that you're facing the back of the couch, your legs bent with your feet hanging off the front of the couch. You smirk, looking me over ... my legs are straight out, but crossed at the ankles. An arm is resting on my lap, the arm farther away from you is resting on the arm of the couch. My head is leaning forward, my chin resting on my chest. You smirk again at the bathrobe and you wonder if I really did lose the cinch - or if I "lost" it when you said that you would like to use it. The front has fallen open and you know that if only I were awake ... You lean in, kissing me. Gingerly, softly ... teasing me, kissing me stronger, then pulling away as I wake up. My eyes blink and I'm looking down at first, then turning to look up at you, my gaze flickering to the open bathrobe before continuing up to your eyes, smiling. You notice the glance, but you simply smile before leaning in again to kiss me. Harder, hungrier. I slide a hand inside the bathrobe, resting on your side as I return the kiss. I sit up straighter, and you let yourself relax, rolling to rest your back on my legs. You straighten your body out, pulling your legs up so that your knees are bent up and your feet are next to the other arm of the couch. My hand slides down your bare skin, moving between the bathrobe and your body, down to your legs. My other hand goes to your forehead, brushing a couple of loose hairs to the side before moving under your head. I move my hand inside the bathrobe up to your breasts, squeezing, brushing over your nipple ... my fingers running under one of your breasts then between them ... We keep kissing, but you're wriggling around enough that I can tell how excited you are. Pushing the issue, I slide my hand down over your stomach, then past it, down between your legs. I push down, rubbing against you and you moan quietly, reacting as I continue sliding my fingers back and forth against you. I sit up a little, and I see that you've closed your eyes again, enjoying the moment. I stop moving my hand against you and you open your eyes slowly, looking up at me. As we make eye contact, I move my hand down against you again -- then I curl a finger into you and your eyes get wider as you gasp quietly. In again, then out ... and as I stop moving, you look up at me, smirking. "Now who's teasing?" "You want more? Sit up ..." And I sit up straight, moving out of your way. You sit up, and as you get off my legs, I stand up and take your hand, slowly walking away from the couch. You stand and follow. We walk back to the bedroom, my hand always in yours. We get back to the darkened room and I stop and turn around. You take the last step and we're right next to each other. We kiss again, my hands moving inside of the robe, touching your soft skin once again. My hands run up, over your shoulders, pushing the robe loose enough so that it drops to the floor. You turn and sit on the bed, reaching forward and putting your fingers into my shorts, pulling me to you. I watch as you undo my shorts, letting them drop to the floor. A second movement and you've pushed my underwear down enough to where it can fall free. You grin and scoot back on the bed, moving farther back from the edge. Grinning, you motion with your finger while quietly telling me to "Come here .." I pull my shirt up, taking it off and dropping it on the floor. As I crawl up onto the bed, I take my glasses off and set them on the dresser. I climb up between your legs, moving on all fours as you let yourself lie back against the pillows. Our lips touch again, and as we kiss, you notice that I'm definitely excited, feeling the movement against you ... I keep kissing, my lips moving to your chin and up, then under your ear ... as I keep at it, you hear me whisper "no more teasing" ... and you can feel that I've set myself against you ... waiting a moment before slowly pushing inside. You gasp again, your eyes closing involuntarily before you open them again and look up. I'm looking down at you, smiling, and as we make eye contact, I start moving out and then back into you. Moving slowly, I keep pushing all the way into you before sliding so far out that I'm barely touching ... Then again, harder. Again. I hear your breathing coming in gasps and soft cries ... Faster, into you ... then back. Then slower and deeper. Your legs move about, touching mine and your hands move to my back, holding me down, holding me against you ... You can feel your heart pumping faster ... you can hear me breathing louder, faster near your ear, my head lowered to your side ... you feel me sliding smoothly into you again. Your hands fall to the blanket and you clench your fists, squeezing the fabric inside your grip. You feel your body tightening up ... and you keep riding the feeling ... I lift up ... looking down, watching ... and as I stay inside of you, I put my thumb above your clit, pressing down against it, building up the pressure ... Then suddenly, you cry out as your legs tighten around me. No more half-moans, sighs ... but I can feel you tightening around me. The added feeling is enough, and I gasp, stopping ... pushing completely into you. I can't move for just a moment ... then I slowly let myself fall against you, resting against you, our sweaty bodies touching. Our breathing slowing ... ... and I rise up again, looking down into your eyes and smiling. Late Bloomer This is only a test, if this was a real life you would have received further instructions on what to do and where to go, this is only a test. At thirty-five I had managed to avoid adulthood for over a third of a century. Much to my father's dismay and usually the pleasure of my mom, I lived at home. Oh, I'd been to college and had accumulated some knowledge that let me earn my keep by way of a job but other than that I was avoiding the serious side of life at all costs. I didn't feel like an adult. I mean I spent my days at work, usually plugged into a computer handling customer service gripes about my company's software and helping them get things running. The job was textbook; all I had to do was follow the prompts on the computer screens and not get into an argument with the customer. Easy to do and I'm not the argumentative kind. Weekends, I kicked back with a movie or some hoops or went to the beach in my old jalopy. Bennett was my good friend; he was less of an adult than I was and we'd sometimes just hang out in my backyard or play computer games. At least I was old enough to drink, although I'd given up getting smashed -- it just didn't feel good the next day. Define adulthood? It has something to do with making your own responsible decisions. What happens when you are making no decisions about your own life? By definition, you're not an adult. Ergo, I am not an adult. And, if I am not an adult, I must be an adolescent -- that wonderful precursor to adulthood that, certainly in my case, can be extended almost twenty years. Then I met Margaret. Margaret was an adult. She lived alone, cooked for herself, bought her own clothes, decided what she'd wear each day without outside intervention, decided who she'd socialize with, and worked in a responsible job as a financial analyst at the same company I worked for. Margaret had what I started to call a "rack" in high school. She also had brunette hair and a nice ass, but I was a "rack" man. Margaret took a new office down the hall from my cubicle when the finance group reorganized. I saw her at least fifty times a day and each time I saw her made me want to see her another fifty times. I could have just stared at her all day long; she had that kind of beauty about her. For some strange reason, Margaret decided that she liked me. One day I was looking at someone totally unattainable, and the next day Margaret suggested that we have lunch together -- a move that I took as tantamount to going steady. We progressed from that lunch to touching. At first, touching had a subtle quality about it; neither of us wanted to admit that we were touching the other so it had to be incidental to what we were doing. Fortunately, we both used computers and one or the other of us took to being in the other's work area leaning over them, touching their shoulder or arm, or wrapping ourselves around them to point at something on the computer screen. I had the added benefit that when I went in her office I could look down her blouse or top and try to see more of her magnificent globes. Sometimes I think she knew I was peeking. After a month of this foolishness, Margaret escalated things slowly, which was fine with me; I was in no rush to get anywhere. One day when we walked downtown for lunch she held my hand and even put her arm around me. I reciprocated of course. We kept doing that for a while. Then one day she kissed me after lunch to say "thank you." It wasn't a peck on the cheek, and it wasn't a tonsil tickler -- just somewhere between. I knew she liked me. I liked her. We kept having lunch together, and we kept kissing each other more and more but in a sedate way. It was nice and perked me up for the afternoon. We had our first date in April. Dave Matthews Band was playing up in Tampa, and I asked her to go. She jumped up and down in glee over the whole idea, and I read this as a good sign. We enjoyed the concert yet even more I enjoyed the physical contact we had with each other the whole night, including a lot of kissing and hugging while all this great music washed over us. When I took her back to her condo I wasn't at all presumptive that something would happen, after all, I'd had a healthy relationship with my right hand whenever I felt the need for release -- that was usually once a day. Margaret invited me in for a "night cap." I think the last "night cap" I had was a year ago with Bennett when he found two warm cans of Bud in the trunk of his car. Anyhow and with low expectations, I accepted her offer and followed her upstairs to her condo. We were both nervous, and I tried to think of what would make her feel better. Finally, I suggested that we dance. Margaret liked the idea of dancing together and after we started so did I. We held each other close and made out. Sometimes we just stopped dancing and just rubbed body parts together, and French kissed. Margaret ultimately decided that she was 'super horny' and wanted some loving. I was up for the occasion and helped her remove her clothes. Again, I was worried that I'd overstep some hidden boundary that I didn't know about, so I went very slowly. I'd toy with a button on her blouse for a long time, enjoying having my hand between those gorgeous globes that I only dreamed of seeing and feeling. She'd accelerate things by undoing the button; I'd read that to mean that I could undo all the other buttons. Then there was removing the blouse and then we repeated the process with her bra after I'd run my fingers and tongue all around the skin at the edge of the material. I noticed that Margaret started to pant. I don't know how I noticed over the sound of my own gasps. When the bra came off I was in some corner of heaven. There, in plain sight for the first time before me, were these magnificent breasts, all round and firm, with large areolas atop them and then Margaret's nipples -- slightly inflated at this stage of things. Gesturing towards her chest, I asked her, "Can I suck on them?" "That would be perfect," she whispered as she started to un-do the buttons on my sport shirt. I lost the shirt quickly. We stood in the middle of her living room, half-naked, as I ran my tongue down her neck to her right breast. I circled the whole hemisphere, amazed at the divine geography I could cover on this woman's lovely body. I spiraled up her breast to the areola and then gulped the entire nub and nipple into my mouth. Margaret groaned and held my head to her chest. After I made her right nipple erect and hard I repeated the steps on her left breast, maintaining consistency by using my hands to help support and feel her. She seemed to love every second of what I was doing. I drew this conclusion based on her mewing and cooing as I licked, tongued, smoothed, and pulled at her glorious tits. I figured this was as far as we were going this evening so I had to be content with just the top of her body. Thus, I spent an inordinate amount of time orally loving her breasts. Of course, I'd come up and love her neck and face and lips and eyes too. She was swaying; sometimes in tune to the mellow radio station she'd dialed in, but more often in tune to her own body's rhythms. I think at one time I brought her to a small climax. I was sucking hard on her left tit and rubbing her right breast really hard, pinching on the nipple to add to eroticism of the night. She started panting and then yanked my whole body into hers and just held me in a frozen state for about twenty seconds. Afterwards, she started gasping for breath and whispered, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." I ran my fingers around her belt line as sort of test to see whether she wanted anything further to happen. In a flash, she'd unbelted her jeans and was pushing them from her long, lithe legs. All my systems went on full alert. This was a much better "date" than I'd expected. As she undressed I kicked off my loafers and undid my jeans. I stepped out of them and into her arms. We both still had our underwear on; the only difference was that mine had a decided bulge in the front of them. Margaret rubbed her lower body into my bulge, and I rubbed back. My bulge got bigger. "Let's go in my bedroom," she finally said, pulling me across the living room. I followed willingly and with an awesome sense of luck. In her bedroom, all pretexts about why we were there vanished. We were there to fuck -- to copulate -- to make love -- to have intercourse. She pulled her undies from her body and turned to watch me lose my briefs. I flipped them atop her frilly underpants in the corner of the room. We looked longingly at each other's naked bodies in the dim light she'd turned on. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her. We kissed, and it was one of the hottest kisses I'd every experienced -- no, the hottest. I melted. Margaret pulled me to her large bed. She lay back and spread her legs. There was no pretext. Whatever we'd done before was foreplay. There were no more steps to be taken. I moved in front of her body and put my very erect cock at the entrance to her vagina, rubbing the tip around her slit to gather some of her lubricating juices. She reached up and stroked my face, then lowered her hand to my neck and pulled me towards her. I sank into her body, my cock slowly just sliding into her until there was no more sliding to take place. She wrapped her legs around my back and held me close. Not only was I enjoying the warm sensations her pussy muscles were making on my cock; I could also feel her firm breasts pushing into my chest as we kissed. Those erect nipples were tracing out a very erotic message I was sure. We started pumping into each other. The sensations were spectacular between feeling the heat from her pussy and enjoying the touch of her full sized breasts. I kept kissing her, her neck, her breasts; she kept moaning and using her legs to jerk me into her pussy. I could feel my body go on orgasm alert. I whispered something to Margaret as a warning; something like, "I'm very near." She just yanked me into her body all the harder and whispered back to me, "Give me all you've got. Cum in me. It's OK." My orgasm started deep within me. I know the semen comes from my balls, but the pump and the stimulating feeling that it produces are somewhere deep inside and when it kicks into gear every corner of my body feels ecstatic. I felt my pump rev up and start its pumping action, sucking my juices from my balls and shooting it along my interior tubing. Every surge took me to some new level of heaven, and it was happening fast. Margaret threw her head back suddenly. I thought how wonderful she could time her orgasm to mine. Then I started to gush into her body. Jet after jet of my cum surged into her cunt. I held myself stiff-armed above her -- my cock buried to the hilt, my breathing stopped, my eyes soaking up the beautiful sight of her body splayed out beneath me in full acceptance of my affection for her. Some seconds after my last spasm I collapsed into her waiting arms and the cushion of those wonderful globes of flesh. We hugged and kissed with a different kind of passion, softer and more meaningful, less rushed. I remained buried in her cunt, and she kept me tight against her loins with her legs. When I was finally able to speak I pulled up slightly and looked her in the eyes and said, "Wow!" She smiled at me and said, "Wow, back." I made love to her breasts some more as I occasionally squirmed my flaccid cock around in her pussy. She liked all that and kept me going with little remarks like, "More of that. Right there. Do the other one too. Suck on it." Then I had an idea that I thought might please her. I wiggled out of her and she released her leg hold on me. I slithered down her body, running my tongue around both breasts and then down to her navel and then down to her very wet pussy. "Oh, Rob," she said, "Are you sure you want to do that?" I didn't answer. I just let my tongue slid up and down her entire slit. She jerked and writhed around me in response. She tasted good. I'd tasted myself several times before and decided it was no big deal providing I was bringing pleasure to my partner. Apparently, I brought a lot of pleasure to Margaret. She seemed to float about a foot above the bed as my tongue wagged around her pussy, pulling fluids from her, tongue fucking her, and of course lapping and sucking on her clitoris. A few fingers inside her sopping cunt and I was able to find her G-spot. Margaret's mind-blowing orgasm followed thirty seconds later. "Oh my God, Rob," she said. "How'd you learn to do that? You have to stop ... before work starts on Monday." She laughed at her own humor, and the day-and-a-half of open time she'd allowed herself for continued activities. After a few more minutes of my ministering to her, Margaret said, "You lie back and let me return the favor." With that she moved down my body and inhaled my flaccid and very moist cock -- moist with my cum and her own juices all over it. She had no issue with tasting herself nor my spent juices. Margaret knew how to suck cock. I about came out of my skin in the first thirty seconds that she had me. I was panting and quickly started to reinflate as she worked me over. She delivered a wide range of sensations to my withered rod quickly bringing me back to full readiness. She finally said to me, "Some day I'll finish you off completely -- even swallow. Tonight, however, I want you back in my pussy." With that she pulled off me and mounted me so that her breasts swayed down over my chest as she started to bounce up and down on my cock. The sight picture alone was worth masturbating to; instead I was getting one of the greatest fucks in my life. What a surprise this evening was turning out to be. Great music. Great sex. Great woman. We both lasted longer this time around -- at least I did. Margaret came several times as she mashed her cunt into my cock and loins. Finally, I had a repeat of the explosion I'd had earlier -- a grand and glorious orgasm that swept through my body. Margaret again managed to bring herself off as I did. Things worked out nice that way. We cooed and petted as she rolled beside me. We remained coupled. I expressed how what had just transpired was the highlight of my sex life and hence, possibly my entire life. She laughed and told me she was feeling the same way. I stayed overnight with Margaret, and we repeated the whole sexual joining thing in the morning. We were both feeling pretty mellow about each other when I kissed her goodbye and headed for home. The one bad thing about living at home is that when you come home after staying over elsewhere you get 'looks.' I got 'looks' from my Dad and then my Mother. I ignored them, offered no explanation for being out all night, and went off to my room, cranked up the stereo and lay back thinking about Margaret, sex and about the possibility of adulthood. A few hours later, after a usual dinner with my parents, I did something very unusual. I decided to call Margaret to thank her for our date and just to tell her how much I'd enjoyed our time together. Apparently, it was the right thing to do. She assured me the feeling was mutual, and she looked forward to another date in the near future. Monday morning I got started earlier than usual, stopped by the supermarket on the way to work and bought some flowers. I got to work before most of my colleagues and before Margaret. I found a vase and put them on her desk without a note or anything by way of explanation. I saw Margaret wheel into the office about fifteen minutes later heading straight for her office. I rolled my chair back into my cubicle and started filling in some customer service forms. Next I knew Margaret tapped me on the shoulder, I turned and she planted one hot, soul-searing kiss on me. "Thank you for the flowers -- and for the weekend," she told me, smiled, turned, and walked away. My heart lifted right out of my body and went with her. I was smitten I believe they called it olden days. As it turned out Margaret was smitten too. We spent more and more time together and more often than not tried to fuck each other's brains out. Margaret had some reservations about me, however. She thought my continuing to live with my parents was a stumbling block to any serious relationship. She was blunt. My relationship with Bennett and footloose and fancy-free attitude towards life came at a price too. Margaret told me in no uncertain terms that if I wanted to continue to be in her favor that I would have to become an adult. Becoming an adult had all sorts of implications in terms of where and how I lived, the relationship with my parents and friends, my job, money management, and how I spent my time. Margaret started to push me to ask for some career advancement in the company; she decided that I needed to be a better earner than just getting some beer money and giving what was left over to my parents to defray part of my cost of living at home. I decided I needed to grow in some ways that had escaped me if I were going to keep dating Margaret. I guess I'd already decided that she was a keeper. I hadn't proposed marriage or anything, but I did suggest that we 'go steady.' I still carried the high school model of dating and love in my head. She agreed but told me it would be a trial for six months. I had to improve in that time frame. First off, she told me I had to get more serious about my job and career. So I became more aware of what I was doing, how I was doing it and how things could be improved. After I reached some conclusions, I made some recommendations to my boss that were accepted rather than just coast along in my usual laid-back fashion. After a few months I asked for raise and started looking for other jobs in the company that might actually represent a career track. As a reward for being assertive that day, Margaret came by at lunch time as usual but instead of heading down to our favorite sandwich shop she led me to the garage where her car was parked. We got into the back seat, and she unzipped my pants. She inhaled my large cock and proceeded to give me a blowjob that about took the top of my head off. Further, she took all my cum and swallowed every drop except for a small rivulet that she let escape her mouth as she looked up and smiled at me. I respond well to positive feedback! Margaret also helped me establish a career advancement program. Instead of just accepting about how things were I started reading books and articles on the Internet about business. First, I was bored but then I got very interested in marketing and advertising and how they were used to mold public opinion and build brands. As I became increasingly expert in this area, Margaret again rewarded me with a lunchtime blowjob and this time she wore a skirt so she could lie back in the car seat while we cuddled in the garage at work and let me eat her pussy -- something I love to do. I thought this was positive feedback at its best. Next was the issue about living at home. Margaret and I talked about it and outlined two options: move in with her or get my own place. She told me I had to get my own place for a while to prove that I could live alone and responsibly take care of myself and my apartment. She was vocal about how my Mom had taken care of me way beyond a normal separation time in terms of cooking my meals, keeping my abode neat and clean, and doing things like laundry, sewing, and home maintenance (more my Dad's job). Thus, a month into my six-month 'trial' I got my own apartment a short walk from Margaret's condo. I'd absorbed some of the basics about living alone. I didn't let the dishes pile up in the sink, I made the bed each day, I kept the living room neat and vacuumed, I did my own laundry in the building's common laundry room, and I actually started to prepare most of my own meals rather than just keep ordering pizza. Margaret actually took to coming to my place for dinner a few nights a week. Late Bloomer Hi, I'm Cindy, and this is a story about my first sexual experience. Cindy isn't my real name... I'm a little iffy on sharing that information. In fact, all names and a few minor details have been changed for this story. I was a bit of a late bloomer. My first boyfriend was when I was almost 17. I didn't lose my virginity until more than two years later. Sure, there were rumors about me, but I was always the pure type about most things... Despite not having religious reasons for doing so, I was determined to wait until marriage. Well, obviously that didn't happen. Any ways, it all began on my 19th birthday, a lovely, warm June night with a romantic full moon in the sky... My friend Leanne decided to throw me a party, the first party I'd had since I was 16. It was over at her house and started at 8:00 PM. It was a weekend and her parents were out of town. She invited about a dozen of my friends as well, but for some reason failed to invite my boyfriend Lyle, but I brought him along any ways. When we got there, the party was already started. It was standard of a teen party; plenty of alcohol was on hand. There were illicit drugs. There was loud music and dancing. I kinda wish now that her parents had stayed home on weekends instead of leaving this irresponsible girl home alone. Midway through, one of the party guests had gotten a little too drunk and rowdy which made Lyle a bit uncomfortable. He wanted to leave, but since I had picked him up and brought him here, he was stuck unless I wanted to leave to. I figured I may as well. The drunken, high, antics of rebellious teenagers wasn't really my thing to be honest. I appreciated that they went through the effort to set something up for me, though. "Well, if you want to get out of here, I guess we can go." I said. "I don't blame you." "Thanks." he said. "Let's go find Leanne and tell her we're out." I looked around the room. Yeah, where did Leanne go? Surely the host of the party would be out and about with us, especially since she was always the most enthusiastic of dancers and the most sociable of all of us. "Well, if we can't find her, we're leaving any ways." I said. We looked throughout the house. The kitchen? Nope, just two of our friends smoking a suspicious, home rolled cigarette. She obviously wasn't in the living room. The garage was empty aside from a lone man standing there like a sentinel, watching over the beer he probably brought to the party. The game room was surprisingly empty. Who doesn't enjoy a dangerous game of drunken dart throwing? We wandered upstairs. Maybe she was in her room updating her shiny new social networking profile. We came to a door that was slightly ajar, the inside brightly lit unlike the rest of the house. We could hear rhythmic creaking coming from within. I placed my hand on the door to knock on it, but I thought not to. Instead, we looked through the crack of the door near the hinges to see Leanne naked, bouncing on top of one of the party-goers. Lyle and I looked at each other after seeing this and couldn't help but giggle. I motioned for him to follow before we disturbed them. Instead, we went back downstairs to the living room. I tapped one of my friends on the shoulder to grab her attention. "Uh, hey Krista. If you see Leanne, can you let her know I took Lyle home?" I said. She must have been the only one there, besides Lyle and I, who wasn't drunk or intoxicated in some form. "Yeah, sure." she said. She turned to Lyle. "You need to loosen up a bit, but hey... that's what makes you, you!" Lyle nodded silently like he always does when people question his ability to party. "Are you coming back?" she asked. "I don't know... probably." I said, looking at Lyle. Krista came closer and hugged me. "If you're not, have a good night. Happy birthday!" "Thanks!" I replied. I turned to Lyle and grabbed his hand. "Shall we?" I asked, leading him outside. We both got into my car, which was actually my parents' car. Once inside and the engine turned on, I asked, "Wow... can you believe that? I wonder who Leanne was with... It didn't look like her boyfriend." "Actually, I can." Lyle responded. "And no, I don't think it was... I think it was Joe Pescatora, a football player from Hillhaven." I laughed. "Whatever, she can do what she wants." I said, leaning in for a kiss. I pecked him on the cheek and continued, "At least we're going strong." "Yeah." he said. As we drove to his home, I looked at the clock. I vividly remember the time being 10:48. I'm not sure why that detail is stuck in my head, it seems so minor. Maybe because I figured it was getting late and I wouldn't be returning to the party after all. We arrived at his house a few minutes later. "Wanna come in?" he asked. "You know, so you can have a proper birthday experience." I tilted my head to the side. "And that means?" "You know..." he said, sensually. "Sitting on the couch, watching TV instead of doing something interesting." he said, flinching from my playful attack. "You fucking bitch!" I said, laughing. "Sure, why not? You sure your parents won't mind?" "They've grown to like you. I'm sure they won't, if they're even still awake." he said. We both walked inside. His house was as... 'cozy' as it always was. Small walkways lined the large rooms around large collections of knickknacks. He led me to the living room which was already occupied. His father was sleeping on the couch as he apparently usually does, with the TV tuned to Comedy Central. "Damn it." he whispered. "Well, I guess that plan is ruined." "Let's go to your room, then." I whispered, leading him down the small, cramped hallway. We entered his room which was the only spacious one in the house. I guess all of the useless stuff that had piled up belonged to his parents. I could tell how he felt about me just by looking at his room. On his desk was a picture of me in a heart frame. On the wall above his bed was a poster sized picture of me and him kissing during the awards ceremony for our school's tennis team. The clay heart statue we made in art class was sitting on his dresser, polished and not dusty like some of the other things in the room. "Quite the room you have here." I said. "You've been in it before." he laughed, taking a seat on the two-seat sofa under the window and patting the other cushion. I took a seat next to him and scooted closer, placing my arm over his shoulder and leaned into him. "I can't think of a better way to spend my birthday than to be here with you." I said. "I doubt that, you just don't want to say it." he said, leaning back and turning his TV on. We got to talking about various subjects of discussion for about half an hour. What I'd do when I graduate from high school with him, where we'd both be going... We both planned to rent an apartment together and attend the same college in Norwood. Then, the conversation veered towards our friends. After a few minutes, Lyle mentioned Leanne. Remembering seeing her on top of someone in the nude made something tick in my head. She was quite promiscuous and lived a rather happy life, and it was at that moment when I was... 'romantically impaired' as I like to put it, that I drew the conclusion that the two were related. Looking back now, well, I guess I was wrong in some ways. With the image of her in my mind, I tugged Lyle in closer. "Hey Lyle?" I asked. "Yeah?" he replied. "I've been thinking... we've been together for about two years now, right?" I asked. Lyle tilted his head side to side, looking up in thought. "Two years, three months I believe." "And in that time we've only grown closer and closer together..." I said. "On one part of our relationship at least." "Huh? Where haven't we?" he asked. "Our sexual relationship." I said, hugging him tighter. "Want to... uh, change that?" Lyle seemed a little perplexed. "I thought you wanted to wait until you were married..." "I did some thinking." I said. Yeah, about 10 minutes of it. "It could be your birthday present to me, since you didn't get me one..." "You told me not to!" he laughed. "Well, I'm asking you now." I said. "What do you say?" Lyle was pensive in his thoughts. "If you really want to." he said. I nodded and walked over to the door, closing and locking it as he turned the TV off. We were both virgins, so we didn't know what to expect. First, we started to take our clothes off. He was naked in no time... it was the first time I'd seen him with his clothes off in the two years we'd been together. With me shyly stripped down to my underwear, I looked at his penis. I was getting butterflies in my stomach. Was I really about to throw four years of morals to the wind and do this? Nearly every part of me told me to think twice about this. However, I fought back at those feelings and sealed the deal by unhooking my bra and dropping it on the floor. This too was his first time seeing me like this. The look on his face is something I won't forget in a hurry. He walked over to me and placed his index finger on my right nipple. "I've always wanted to do this." he said, rubbing it up and down rapidly, causing my breast to jiggle. I giggled as he continued. "Come on, that's not how we do it!" I whispered, then walked over to his bed and got under the sheet, as I was a bit nervous about showing him my vagina. With one last denial to my conscience, I slipped my panties off and brought them out from under the covers, then tossed them aside. "C'mere, you." I said. Lyle climbed into the bed and under the covers with me. Before we started, I asked, "Do you have a condom?" Lyle shook his head. "No... don't worry though, I'll pull out at the last second." "Okay, good!" I said, confident that he would. We made our first virgin mistake... No foreplay. I was as dry as a desert down there and we didn't think to use any lubrication. As he pushed in slowly, the friction was intense. Despite him having an... unfortunately small penis, now that I think about it, it was kinda painful at first. He pulled out very fast after I'd begun to whisper to myself "Ow." in quick repetition, which was also painful as well. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Nothing, keep going." I said. I wasn't going to back down now, not after I'd gotten naked and under someone. He pushed back in, which was a bit smoother this time at least. He pushed in as deep as he could which was also a bit painful, but after the pain subsided, I could feel pleasure. The tingling feeling I felt is something I'll never forget... especially since once he got it in, that's pretty much how he stayed for about half a minute. "Wanna move back and forth a bit?" I asked. "Sorry, just a little nervous..." He started thrusting back and forth. It was half pleasure, half pain, I'd say. It probably would have been a whole lot smoother, no pun intended, if we were actually smart enough to use lubrication. Our communication to each other was very minimal, but at least we had continual eye contact, something we've never really been good at with each other. We started kissing for about three or four minutes later, when he said, "I think it's coming... I'm ready to pull out." he said. However, he kept going. For another few minutes, in fact. I guess he figured it was a false alarm. And then? He stopped thrusting and sighed deeply. I knew what had happened, having felt it... but I was in the moment with him. I didn't care. Instead, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in as deep as I could, hugging him tighter. After a long, loving embrace, he pulled out and rolled into the bed beside me. "How was it?" he asked. "Wonderful." I replied. Looking back... I mean, it was 'okay', definitely not the best, but also not the worst... However, it being my first time, I felt like I was in heaven. That bed was a cloud that was grabbing onto me, asking me not to go. "So that's what I've been missing..." "Eh... you're still young. You've got all the time in the world." he said. "Sorry I didn't pull out in time, by the way." "I'm sure it will be fine." I said, leaning my head into his shoulder. After a long pause, he said, "Happy birthday." "Thanks!" I said, leaning in to kiss him. "It couldn't have gone any better..." Late Bloomer I was about two months away from my nineteenth birthday and resolved to the fact that I would be starting my freshman year as a virgin when one day, entirely to my surprise, my friend Jay asked when we were going to have sex. Until that moment I hadn't been entirely sure that he'd known that I was a girl. "What?" I asked, stopping in my tracks. He'd never been to my house before and I had been leading him inside to the restroom. He didn't answer, but when I turned around he pinned me against the wall and kissed me. It was my first kiss, and it was over as suddenly as it started. I stood there looking at him and he laughed, "Bathroom?" "Yeah," I mumbled and continued inside. Standing at the foot of the stairs with him I gestured up and told him, "to the left." "Is your bedroom upstairs?" he asked me and I nodded, "Show me?" I led him up and into the room, and I stood there awkwardly as he looked around. He came close and I wasn't sure what to expect, but he didn't kiss me. He didn't touch me. He lingered in my space making me want to ask for his touch, but moved away before I did. "Umm, the bathroom," I said lamely and pointed down the hall. "Right," he laughed, "Meet you downstairs." I nodded dumbly and went downstairs, waiting for him in the kitchen. When he came down, I dutifully lead him back outside and to the pool where another of our friends was playing with my younger brother and sister. We swam and played in the pool for the rest of the afternoon. I pretended not to notice every time Jay's hands brushed my thighs or ass under the water and he went home that night without anything else happening. A couple of weeks later my older brother was having a bonfire with some of his friends and Jay came over to hang out. Tim, the same friend that had tagged along the day he came over to go swimming tagged along again. He had wondered off to get a drink while Jay and I were jumping on the trampoline. It was after dark and trampoline was slick with dew, my foot slid and I took Jay down with me when I fell. We lay there for a few minutes laughing and then he turned to me. "What do I do to get inside you?" I swallowed hard and answered quietly, "Convince me?" "How?" he asked. I shrugged awkwardly, "I'm not sure, be creative." "Do you want to play a game?" "What sort of game?" "Come on. Your brother and his friends are gone; let's go over by the fire," he grabbed my hand and pulled me with him as we got off of the trampoline. We started towards the fire when he stopped and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his warmth against my back and his hardness pressing against my ass as he palmed my breasts and kissed my neck. "I love your tits," he whispered, nipping at my ear, "I can't tell you how long I've been thinking about them. How badly I wanted my hands on them and to taste them." I moaned and felt my knees weaken. He turned me around and kissed me, making me melt against him. His hands held me tight and seared into my skin through my shirt. "What's in that shed?" he pulled away suddenly and gestured behind us. I shook my head to clear the fog that had settled in while he'd kissed me, "Umm, like pool toys and lawn chairs." "What are you guys doing?" our other friend asked as he came back. Jay laughed, "Waiting for you, what took you so long?" "I got snacks and drinks for you two," he said by way of explanation, but it did dawn on me that he'd been gone for a curiously long time. We all walked over to the fire together and when we got there Jay pointed out that there was nowhere to sit. "Well, there are chairs back in the shed," I offered. "Show me, I'll help you carry them," he said and started to walk away with me then turned back, "You want a chair dude?" "I'm good on the ground." Jay and I walked back to the shed and he watched as I undid the lock and let the doors swing open. He stepped in with me and acted as if he were assessing the options while I waited to see if he was going to kiss me again. When the anticipation had me ready to ask for it he pushed me against the wall of the shed and kissed me in the darkness. First he kissed me on the mouth, making my knees weak again. And then his kisses trailed down my throat, and across my collar bone. Down his kisses trailed, down to the breasts his hands groped. He nuzzled and kissed them; I didn't notice that he'd worked one of them free until his tongue flicked my nipple. I gasped and he tucked my breast back into my shirt. Before he pulled away he nipped at my ear and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you tonight." Then he grabbed a couple of chairs and stepped out of the shed. I followed behind, dumbstruck. Jay set up my chair near the fire and I sat down. "Kate," Jay began, "truth or dare." "Umm... dare, I guess." "Good. I dare you to show us your tits." "Really?" "Yes." I could feel the blush burn in my cheeks, but I pulled the neck of my shirt down and exposed my breasts, tucking them back away quickly. "Your turn," Jay told me. "Tim," I addressed our other friend, "Truth or dare." "Dare," he answered. After thinking for a moment I said, "I dare you to run to run through the cornfield." "Okay," he shrugged and took off toward the field, the corn stalks rustling as he made his way through them. "Come here," Jay told me and I obeyed. He stood up and pulled me close, "Would you give me head?" "I've never..." "So? Be a good girl and suck me," he pushed gently on my shoulder and I dropped to my knees as he unzipped and pulled out his thick cock. I took him in one hand and guided him into my mouth, he stopped me as I started to take him in, "No teeth." I took his cock into my mouth, mostly unsure of what I was doing, but it didn't really matter, all he needed was my mouth. His hands dug into my hair as he thrust. I grabbed his hips, trying to slow him. "No hands," he commanded and I let go, "Good girl, you're such a good girl. Where do you want me to cum? Will you swallow it for me?" "Mhmm," I moaned onto his cock. He thrust harder making me choke and gag as he fucked my mouth, rewarding me with a mouth full of his cum. By the time Tim made it back we were seated and chatting about mundane things. The game went on and they each dared me to do things to them or to the other, or dared each other to do things to them. With each act I lost a little more of my hesitancy, and then it was Jay's turn again and looked at me. "I dare you to... come with me," he said, and I did. He grabbed my hand and led me away and behind an old camper that my parents had parked in our backyard. He kissed me, making my knees go weak, "I am going to fuck you, but I won't dare you. I want you to ask for it." "I..." I started not sure what to say. "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, but..." "What if I fucked you in the ass? You'd still be a virgin," he smirked, "technically." "Ok," I agreed weakly. "Come here," Jay pulled me with him as he sat on the ground. He faced me away from him, kissing my neck as he slid his hand into my pants. His fingers slid into my wet pussy and found my clit, his other hand diving into my shirt his fingers finding my nipple and twisting cruelly. He toyed with me making me writhe and moan. "Are you ready for my cock?" he asked and I nodded, "Then tell me." "I want you to fuck me," I moaned. "Where do you want me to fuck you?" "In my ass, I want you to fuck me in the ass." Jay pushed me forward, "On your hands and knees for me." I complied and he pulled my pants down. When I felt his cock against my pussy I pulled away, but he held my hips. "I won't push in, I promise, I just want to get it a little wet. Trust me." He slid himself against my wet slit and then up until he pressed against my asshole. When he pushed in I gasped. "Okay?" "Don't stop," I begged and he pushed in further. "God, you feel good," he told me as he fucked my tight ass. I moaned, a guttural animal sound, as he pounded in and out of me, "So do you." "Yeah, you like how my cock feels in your ass?" "Yes." "You've been such a good girl, should I reward you by filling your ass with my cum." "Yes, please." Jay thrust into me harder, making me cry out, and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore he came, flooding me with the warmth of his cum. He pulled out and stood, helping me up to my feet. "We better get back or he'll get suspicious," Jay said jerking his head back to where he left Tim by the fire. I couldn't help but to laugh. Late Bloomer Margaret evaluated my housekeeping skills at random intervals about every two weeks. At the end of my second month with ever improving grades and skills, she brought me back to my apartment over one lunch hour, stripped down and had me fuck her on the kitchen counter. Again, I respond well to positive feedback. It was one of our rare lunchtime liaisons; usually we didn't have time in midday for a full-scale assault on each other's bodies. Next was the issue of Bennett and how I spent my free time. Margaret thought I should have time to myself but that I should do something 'worthy' during those hours. Bennett and I actually talked about how to make our together time more rewarding both in terms of recreating as well as friendship. Bennett said he'd always thought about bicycling as a hobby. We agreed that this was a worthwhile and laudable pursuit and so bought expensive road bikes and started to build up our endurance for long trips. In the process, I lost twenty pounds of 'beer flab,' and Bennett lost thirty-five. We trimmed up and tanned up. We entered some contests and didn't win, but Margaret rewarded my participation at the finish line with hugs and kisses. At my first race she promised me a mind-blowing sex session that evening; I collected. Again, it was nice to have the positive feedback. Through the bicycling I met some other interesting people, many that were highly motivated achievers. Margaret and I went to some parties with these folks, and she was impressed that I was moving 'up scale' in terms of my friends. Poor old Bennett suffered, and I gradually stopped seeing him quite so much in favor of the newer crowd. I was learning how to have fun in new ways. It turned out my parents were ecstatic about my moving out of the house. One evening when Margaret and I were over there for dinner, my mother apparently made a side comment to Margaret that my Dad was more romantic now that I was out of the house. I thought that was too much information about my parents. My relationship with my parents changed, particularly as I took over doing so many things my parents had been doing for me. One of the things I'd never done was manage my own finances. My Dad set me down one day and explained about banking, saving, investing, bill paying, and taxes. I didn't even have my own bank accounts; if I needed money I'd just ask my Dad if I could have some or get him to write a check for me. I'd also used a credit card on his account. It took over a month, but I became financially independent from my parents. Dad, of course, had kept detailed records of what I brought home and wrote me a large check for what he'd determined my balance was on his books. After I was financially squared away, Margaret took me downtown and we went dancing. As my reward for becoming financially 'adult,' she had me fuck her on the hood of my car in the club parking lot. The exhibitionism and chance that we might get caught created a rare excitement in our lovemaking. I was continuing to respond well to the rewards I was getting from her. Later we went back to her place and finished off the night more traditionally. There were other things that I did as I rapidly left behind my laid-back and uncaring ways and opted for a more deliberate life with Margaret. In my mind, I'd become an adult. One Saturday morning I went and saw my Mom and Dad and had a long talk with them about relationships and Margaret. I was coming up on my six-month 'trial' evaluation with Margaret, and I wanted things to continue. I guess Mom and Dad knew I was in love by this time so their advice all leaned in the direction of forming a longer-term and more permanent relationship. I was still skittish of doing something like this but had another week to think about it before what Margaret and I had agreed was a dinner out to complete the six-month evaluation period. Margaret was also fairly pensive as we went into the final week. I know she was thinking about what might happen next and trying to decide if I were going to part of the next part of her life. Our week was quieter than usual. A couple of evenings we didn't even have sex; we just sat and watched TV with her cuddled against me. Of course, when we did have sex it was the usual mind-blowing experience that we'd both come to enjoy. The Saturday of our 'Evaluation Dinner' I didn't see her during the day. I told her I'd pick her up at six o'clock, and we'd go somewhere nice to dine and talk. I picked up some special things that afternoon. At six on the dot, I pressed her doorbell. I was dressed in a dark suit with a casual open neck shirt on. I'd also gotten a haircut. It was the nicest I'd looked since I'd graduated from high school. I was also standing at the door with a large bouquet of flowers and a bottle of fine wine. I'd gotten out of the habit of bringing her things a couple of months earlier and thought I rectify the situation tonight. Margaret seemed suitably impressed when she opened the door. "Trying to influence your grade in this course?" She asked with a hint of humor. "Most definitely, fair maiden," I responded as she let me in. Margaret always dressed nicely, but tonight she was over the top. She had on a little black dress that left little to the imagination about her shapely body. It clung and tapered in all the right places plus there was a lot of skin showing -- skin that I loved to caress and touch. My mouth started to water. She'd also had her hair done and apparently gotten a manicure and pedicure. I guess she thought this was as important a night as I did. I offered, "Our reservations aren't until seven. I thought we could have a glass of wine here before we go." Margaret smiled at me and led me into the kitchen where I opened the expensive bottle of Chardonnay -- her favorite. I retrieved two glasses from her cabinet and poured the chilled wine as she put the flowers in a vase. When she was through, she placed the flowers on her coffee table then turned and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you for the flowers and wine." We sipped our wine out on the small balcony that overlooked the pool for her condo complex. We had some small talk -- unusual since we didn't launch into conversations of work or bicycling or talking about friends. The avoidance of our usual subjects made me very nervous, and I could tell that she was nervous too. I was in a death spiral. After we'd exhausted the small talk I suggested that we head to the restaurant -- an upscale place called Zoria's along Main Street. I held the door for Margaret as she got into the car, carefully shutting it behind her. She'd often flash me a view of her pussy area, but tonight she hadn't; what did that mean. I took a deep breath as I got into my side of the car, started up and drove towards downtown Sarasota. The drive afforded us some additional neutral subjects to talk about -- the building slump, the new traffic pattern downtown, a new restaurant we'll have to try and so forth. I let the valet take the car; something I'd never done before. The move was not lost on Margaret. Since the weather was pleasantly warm and mild we took a table on the sidewalk. After we had our glasses of wine, I decided to take the initiative. "Margaret, when shall we do our evaluations of the past months? Now or shall we wait until after dinner?" I could tell the question caught her a little off guard. I don't think she'd thought about how the evening would unfold; she just knew she wanted to talk to me about some things. More important, however, was the use of the term "we" -- I clearly implied that I was doing evaluating too and that this would be a two-way street. She responded with a timorous smile, "Let's wait until after dinner. I need to get my thinking better organized than yours apparently is." I nodded acceptance and shifted the discussion to what food we would order. I ended with a veal dish, and Margaret had some salmon in a white sauce. We tasted each other's dinners and decided we really like the chef's sauces. Dinner ended, we passed up desserts and ordered coffee. I asked the waiter to leave us alone for a while as we had some things to discuss. I guess I sounded grave, for Margaret gave me a worried look. "May I go first?" I asked her, again keeping the initiative. She nodded and so I began. "Nine months ago the most wonderful woman in the world walked into my life. I wasn't very worthy at the time. In fact, she was a mature and wise professional and I was an immature thirty-five-year old kid. I shaped up a little but apparently not enough because six months ago she told me she wanted a 'trial' period. It was really a time to see whether I could leave my old, wanton ways behind and become an adult." I smiled at her and she nodded back indicating I should continue. "Of course, I had to evaluate not only my own behavior but also yours. I also had to ask myself some fundamental questions about my life, your life, our possible future time together, as well as look at how our values and chemistry worked together." I paused, frowned, and Margaret suddenly looked very worried. I went on, "I should tell you that I sought some outside advice from my parents -- who I might add think you are the next best thing to a Goddess, as well as Bennett, and a couple of the other folks we've socialized with from the bike club. I tempered all these glowing remarks rather strongly with my own opinions, needs and evaluations." Margaret still looked worried. "So, it all brings me down to a single question for you," I took a long pause for effect. "Will you marry me?" I produced a two-carat diamond ring from my pocket that had belonged to my grandmother and held it out to Margaret. Further, as I'd asked the question I'd slipped out of my chair and kneeled beside her chair. Margaret grabbed me and clutched me to her generous bosoms. "Yes! Yes! YES!" She kept repeating again as she let me slip the ring on her finger. She was crying, and tears were streaming down her cheeks as she pulled away and looked at me then launched herself back into my arms and started kissing me again. So that was how we got engaged. Margaret and I went back to her condo and made mad, passionate love. Then we did it again -- and again -- and, I surprised myself, again and once more after that. I again never slept in my apartment either. We moved in together in her condo. Oh yes, I sold my jalopy of a car and bought a shiny new sedan. I call it my adult car. I got a promotion at work into the company's marketing department; in the process, I got a thirty percent pay raise and a new office (not quite so close to Margaret, unfortunately). One of the stocks I invested in moved up in price nicely in a short time period; I sold it and pocketed the money. Even after taxes we have enough for a down payment on a nice home. Margaret and I are very much in love and starting to plan our next six months or six years or sixty years together. Me? I couldn't be happier being an adult.