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Meeting Sam

By: Sara T



This is the story of how I met my husband and best friend. My name is Sara and I met my husband Sam 4 years ago. I was dating a guy Sam worked with, although not seriously. David and I had gone to a restaurant/bar to have a drink when Sam walked in. I noticed him right away. He had a presents about himself, confidence mostly.

David introduced us and the three of us sat together for a while and had a few drinks. During the conversation (that I remember very little of) David said something to me that Sam found less than gentlemanly. I remember what he said to David. "If you treat a women like a lady in public, you can treat her any way you want in private and she'll thank you for it."

I thought about that all night. The next day I called Sam at work and asked him if he would like to take me out. I told him that I thought he was more the type of person I wanted to date and that I was curious about some of the things he talked about.

He turned me down, said he didn't want to do that to a friend. I was kind of glad he wasn't that kind of person so I didn't push it but told him not to forget me if he changed his mind.

About a month later (I was no longer seeing David) I was at the grocery store on a Saturday morning and low and behold there was Sam. We said hello and chatted for a bit and he asked if I was still with David. I couldn't say no fast enough. (I think he could tell too) He asked if I was busy that night. I said I wasn't busy now or later.

This is when my life changed forever. He said "OK, why don't we leave your groceries here and you can finish shopping later." I just said OK. I didn't ask where we were going or what we were going to do. I just wanted to be with him.

OK it occurs to me that I haven’t described either one of us. I am now 27, blond shoulder length hair, not miss America but cute, 5'5" 120 lbs. B cup. Sam is 6'4" 225 lbs with wavy dark hair and a strong chin. He is also now 44 years old. 

When we got to his place he made me a drink and we started talking. There was nothing rushed or awkward in any way and we discussed everything from religion to jobs to family.

After a few hours we had gotten to know each other a good bit and he asked me if the comment he made that night about how to treat a lady had anything to do with my interest in him. I had to blush a little when I said sort of under my breath (without thinking) “everything.”

A nice slow song was playing on the stereo. He took me by the hand and pulled me up from the couch where I was sitting. He started to dance with me and I felt so good wrapped in his arms. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans (remember this started while I was shopping for food) and my nipples started to poke out through my bra and t-shirt. I was feeling all warm inside. (I’m sure the booze had something to do with that too) 

H whispered to me while we danced. “Are you wet?” I didn’t answer. “I’m going to make love to you later” he said. My breathing had increased and I sighed at that statement. “But first I want to make you cum right now.” As he said that his hand was going down the front of my jeans. He found my clit so fast it made me gulp air when he touched it. He started by inserting a finger inside me. (he slid in easily, I was soaked) and with his hand he opened me up with two fingers and slid another in and out several times then rubbing my clit with his wet finger.

With his other hand he reached for my hair and pulled back so that my head was tilted. He didn’t pull real hard just strongly (I hope that makes sense ) He was kissing my neck and whispering “cum for me. I want you to cum now.” I was already so close to cumming but then he said “I want you to cum now so I can fuck you for myself.” As soon as he said that I came hard. I was whimpering and shaking in his arms from the explosiveness of the orgasm.

“Good little girl” He said. And then his voice changed just a little. “Now it’s my turn” as he said this, the hand that had my hair just lowered me to my knees. “Take it out now!” He said that firmly but not loud. I reached for his zipper and touched him for the first time. That’s when I noticed his size for the first time as well. 

Now I know all kinds of people who claim to have huge cocks who are just fooling themselves and I didn’t have enough experience to know for sure but his was the biggest I had ever seen. (Later I measured it from the top at the pubic bone and it measured 8.5 inches and 4 inches around)

I pulled his cock out of his jeans and started licking it up and down. I slid the head into my mouth and was starting to get into it when he said. “Put your hands down by your side. And be still.” I did and he put one hand under my chin and the other behind my head and started fucking my mouth. Slow at first until he hit the back of my throat. He didn’t force it any further but he started going faster and faster. He was fucking my mouth at a fierce pace. I just stayed still. He kept changing pace, I suppose he was trying not to cum. His cock felt so smooth in my mouth. 

I reached for my clit to rub it and he said “No, not unless I tell you to. Every time he gave me a command my juices flowed more. He fucked my mouth varying his pace and sliding deeper, just into my throat a little for at least 15 minutes. What really surprised me was that I had another little orgasm while he was doing this even without touching myself. (That had never happened before)

Eventually he pulled his cock out of my mouth and reached down and lifted my t-shirt up over my head. Then he reached down and took my hair again and guided me to my feet. “Be still” he told me. He finished removing all his clothes (He was gorgeous) and then pulled my jeans the rest of the way off. All I had on was my bra and thong. He walked around behind me “Do as I say if you want my cock” he said. A soft “yes” was all I could muster. “Do you want my cock little girl?” “Yes” was all I kept saying. I haven’t heard you ask for it yet.” I knew he wanted me to say please so I did. Please give me your cock. Please” I whispered again.

He reached around in front of me and unclasped my bra. When he pulled back behind me to remove it, he used to tie my hands then he pushed me to my knees, bent over at the waist with my upper body on the couch. He was kneeling behind me. I could feel his cock in between my ass cheeks laying there, waiting. He leaned down to my ear. “Do you trust me” “I don’t know” I whimpered. “Do you want my cock” He asked. “Yes” was the only word that had a chance to come out of my mouth. “Then you’ll have to trust me or we stop now and you can go home.” I begged him to do anything he wanted but not to send me home.

He reached under me and started rubbing and pinching my clit. I don’t know which hand he was using but he was pinching kind of hard and then soft and back and fourth. My breathing was picking up. I’m a screamer anyway and what he was doing to me with one hand was incredible. I had never had anyone make me feel so good that when he mixed in the pain of pinching my clit if felt good. I was getting close again when I felt a slap on my ass cheek and I mean a good hard slap. I was sure there was a clear hand print on my ass. Then there was another one and it really hurt. Then I started cumming again and the slaps got harder and harder. I was cumming he was slapping at this point almost as hard as he can and I came like a ton of bricks. I swear it lasted for at least 3 or 4 minutes. It was the most incredible feeling of my life.

His slaps on my ass turned to rubs and I felt my thong being pulled down to my knees. I lifted my knees so he could pull it off. He had my thong in one hand my hair in the other and he was leaning on my back. He was in my ear again whispering, “I’m going to take your pussy now for myself. It belongs to me and I’m going to use it for my pleasure.”

I had already cum twice and he hadn’t been inside my pussy yet. I wanted to please him now no matter what it took. My ass cheeks were burning, (But it felt really good) my clit was numb and my whole body was still vibrating slightly from that last orgasm. In my ear are here. “Here it comes now take it bitch.” With that he shoved his big cock inside me. 

The next hour was a blur. I remember him fucking me relentlessly, he would fuck me slowly then fast and hard then he would spin me around like he was going to cum and shove his cock in my mouth. I would suck like crazy thinking he was going to cum in my mouth. But he would just do me in the mouth for a few minutes and shove me back over the couch and start working my pussy again. All this time he slap and pinch me whenever I was near orgasm. 

At one point He was behind me, he had shoved my thong in my mouth and was holding my cheeks apart when I felt him slap my pussy hard. I screamed into the thong and he slapped it again. He started rubbing my pussy after he did that to me and I thought he was going to finger fuck me because he had several fingers inside me at once when he pulled them out and started inserting them one at a time into my ass. I had never been real big on anal sex but I wanted to please him. I was just worried about his size. 

I really didn’t need to worry. He took ten minutes to work his cock into my asshole, then the next twenty minutes or so doing my ass the way he had my pussy. Hard and fast then slow and easy the back again. He finally spun me around and pulled the thong out of my mouth. I knew what he was going to do but I didn’t care, I wanted his cum in my belly and I was going to get it. 

He came and he came and he came, it was like he had saved up all his life just for me. I swallowed as fast as I could and I got most of it. 

That was the first time Sam and I were together and it has gotten more unpredictable and wilder with every week month and year we spend together. He is not only the love of my life and the only man to ever totally satisfy me sexually, but he has taught me the joy of being totally sexually submissive in the bedroom (or any other place he wants me to be) and strong and independent everywhere else.

Meeting Sam



Chapter 1: New Beginnings

I had been accepted into graduate school during my final semester of college. I wasn't sure what I could do with my dual degrees in history and politics, but I knew there wasn't much. So, I did what any other reasonable young man would do and I decided to further my education and earn a masters degree in history (as if there was something I could do with that). Regardless, I've always imagined becoming: Dr. J. P. Harrington.

I said goodbye to my girlfriend, Erin, and drove to my new apartment in the mountains of northern Pennsylvania. One of the reasons I selected this school was because I could get home to her as quickly (only a three hour drive) as she could get to me. The second reason was that it is was the only acceptance letter I received and I was hellbent on moving on.

My first class, 20th Century Britain, was taught by a man I would come to know quite well over the next several months. He was just shy of six foot tall and had an average build. He was in his early 40s when I took his class and he seemed young and vibrant. I was immediately fascinated by his studies at Harvard and Oxford. He was very much what I aspired to become, but I was lacking his independent wealth and stellar academic tools.

I have always been interested in Europe and the World Wars, but even if I hadn't Dr. Phillips had a way with words that kept me enthralled in my studies. He was captivating, charismatic, and confident; the three hour lectures were over in the blink of an eye.

I had stayed behind the first two evenings to discuss politics and history with Dr. Phillips (who was simply called 'Sam' by his students). After an hour passed or so passed, it would be just he and I. He did most, but not all, of the talking. After the first three weeks of the semester we began to form a friendship. There was an obvious metamorphosis from professional to personal discussion. We talked about our families, experiences, and travels. It was at this point that I realized I had developed, what some might call, a 'man-crush' on my professor. 

I had never been attracted to men. Although I had no problem with homosexuality, I knew (or at least thought that I knew) that it wasn't for me. However, he made me feel good, almost giddy, as we talked for hours. I wanted to believe these feeling were innocent. At the same time, I was unsure. I had never been so confused. I had never questioned my feelings this way. Everything became blurry as I was bombarded by signals and signs. Did he know how I was feeling? What would he do if he figured it out? What were the possible ramifications? 

Then, he asked me to his house. Innocent as it may have been, questions raced through my mind.

It was a Saturday night and I, along with a few of my classmates, ventured to his home for some drinks and fellowship. I arrived about thirty minutes late - I didn't want to seem too eager - and I found them on his deck drinking beer from the bottle and snacking on food from a variety of trays. There was a lot of laughter that night as we listened to music and shared stories. There were six of us present including he and I. As the night ticked forward others began to leave. It was obvious that he didn't mind the company as he briefly contested the departure of each and every one of his guests.

As usual, it was just he and I in the end. I had a bit too much to drink, but that didn't stop me from prying the top from another bottle. He had too much as well but he had slowed down considerably as his guests began to leave.

I gestured toward my car at around 1 AM, but he reminded me of the consequences of drinking and driving and offered to keep me company while I sobered up. I felt obligated to stay awhile longer. I couldn't afford to be so reckless in leaving.

I began to fall asleep while sitting upright on a stool which prompted his offering of the guest bedroom. Although I knew it was going to make things awkward if I stayed, I decided it was for the best and I accepted his offer.

I fell asleep quickly but awoke just three hours later. I decided it would be best for me to leave now given that I had slept off my buzz. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I put my socks on my feet and tied my shoes. There was little else I needed to do since I had slept in my clothing. I tucked the sheet and comforter back into place before heading for the door. It was as I walked through the hall that I saw him sitting on his couch.

"Hey, Sam," I said as I walked toward him. He appeared startled. I thanked him for the fun night (and the place to crash) before I told him that I would be heading out. After all, I had no class on Monday and I was expecting Erin to arrive in a few short hours for two days of relaxation. Instantly, it became obvious, that I had interrupted him.

I could see that he was hard under the blanket covering his lap and I noticed that he had closed the laptop rather quickly after I entered the room. Had I just caught my professor in the act of masturbation? The thought brought butterflies to my stomach; I had no idea what to do. This was becoming a strange sequence of events.

He apologized quickly after he realized that I had put two and two together. "We all do it," I said as I put up my hands to signal that it was okay. He smiled. Then, the strange became even stranger. "Sit with me," he said. I couldn't help but to look down at the slightly lifted blanket and wonder what it might look like. He lifted his laptop screen and confirmed that it was porn he was watching. His reached under the blanket with one hand and gestured to me with the other.

I sat down beside him and watched the screen in disbelief as he moved his hand back and forth. He wasn't looking at me - but I couldn't help but look at him. "Come on," he said; and I did. I reached into my pants and began to massage my cock which became stiff quickly. He removed the blanket from his lap and exposed himself. I unbuttoned my shorts and exposed myself as well; he smiled. The surreal became very real in a matter of seconds.

For a few minutes I stroked my cock slowly while watching the movie - then I felt his hand grab my arm. He pulled my hand away and used his to stroke my dick. 

I was bewildered. Never, in a million years, would I have ever imagined allowing another man to touch my cock let alone give me a hand job. I thought of Erin's impending arrival and my commitment to her. I think he sensed it because he informed me that this was not cheating; then, I felt his mouth.

I sat there motionlessly as this man, who I admired, sucked my cock on his couch. My heart raced with excitement as he seamlessly maneuvered my cock in and out of his mouth. Soft moans slowly made their way from my lips as his tongue flickered on the tip of my hard staff. He picked up the pace and I laid my head back - I was completely relaxed. I fought the instinct to either place my hand on his head or thrust with my hips. I could feel the throbbing of my cock as my cum readied itself for explosion and then it did. As I came in his mouth, he moaned excited moans, and swallowed every last drop. With his head still in my lap, he continued to suck on the head of my cock and expelled each and every drop of my thick white cum.

Almost no words were spoken as I fixed my pants and prepared to leave. He returned to his spot on the couch sans the blanket and he wished me well. "I will see you on Tuesday night, Jay," he said as I walked through the door.

Chapter 2: The Love of My Life

Erin arrived at about 11:00 AM before which I had just enough time to grab something to eat, enjoy a warm shower, and take a short nap. I was happy to see her as it had been two weeks since her first and only visit. She looked beautiful standing before me wearing a navy skirt and a tight fitting white shirt which accented her larger than average chest. Her brown hair was parted in the middle with a strand framing each side of her gorgeous face - the rest of her hair was tied at the back.

I was able to put what had happened with Sam out of my mind and we had two lazy days. We ordered Chinese, streamed a few movies, took a some long naps, and had a lot of sex. We had always had a healthy relationship. We hardly ever fought, we enjoyed the same activities, and we shared a lot of memories. She was everything I wanted in a mate. It was perfect.

As we sat together, holding hands on my beat up couch, I couldn't stop thinking about how much love I had for Erin. I didn't want anything to come between as we had our perfect life planned out. It wasn't right for me to leave her, to go on an academic wild goose chase, and expect her to sit at home and wait. We kissed, and touched each other, all night.

As the two day retreat from academia came to an end, we said our 'goodbyes' and she shed a few tears. I was a tough guy so I held mine in. We talked about seeing each other again soon and we reminded each other that we would have nightly Skype sessions to keep us close even when we were so far away. As she drove off I watched, wanting her to stay forever, but I knew that it just couldn't be.

Once she was gone, and as out of my mind as possible, I became increasingly worried about what would happen the next night when I joined Sam for another lecture on WWI. As much as I enjoyed the subject, I didn't look forward to the awkward moment when we would lock eyes in front of the group. I was ashamed of the glances that I expected we would share and the feelings of embarrassment which would be felt by both of us.

Chapter 3: Unsure

I arrived to class right on time. I wasn't the first person to enter the classroom but I wasn't the last. Within the next three minutes the entire class had arrived and we awaited our professor. As was usually the case, he arrived about five minutes late. Nobody complained about the late start because we knew he was more than willing to make it up by staying late; furthermore, it was a three hour class!

Class went on as it always had in the past. He lectured while we listened; then, we asked questions and he answered them. We discussed the book he assigned the previous week and he gave us our assignment. There were no awkward stares. He thanked us and invited the class to meet him at the campus cafe to continue our discussion. He was always there until it closed at 11:00 PM after class.

I couldn't work up the courage to go as I usually did. Instead, I drove through the window at McDonald's to get my 'night coffee' and headed back to my apartment. I watched some TV before falling asleep with a book on my face.

When I awoke I noticed that there was an email from Sam waiting in my inbox. I was both relieved and disappointed when I realized that it was a group message to our class and not individually addressed to me. He altered the assignment for next week and provided a list (as promised) of appropriate research topics. My topic would be a big part of my life for the next 10 weeks - so would he.

I walked to work, at my job of three weeks, and mentally prepared for the brainless customers of Thompson's Food and Fuel. I sold thousands of dollars worth of lottery tickets and cigarettes during my eight hour shift to mountain men with no teeth and bad breath. I knew that this job was not for me, but it was the best that I could do during this first semester. I interviewed for jobs at the surrounding ski resorts which would begin to hire in early November. Until then, it was me and the stinky people of the simple mountain town.

With about fifteen minutes remaining in my shift I noticed that Sam had pulled up to pump number three. His black BMW seemed out of place among the jalopies that populated the parking lot. After pumping his gas, he walked toward the store with his wallet in his hand. He smiled as he greeted me at the counter and gave me his credit card for processing - I couldn't believe that there was no way to pay at the pump in this backwoods community! He made a bit of small talk and invited me back to his place after my class on Thursday. I stuttered as I declined knowing full well that I could use a few drinks after three hours of Research and Methodology in History with Professor Balfour. 

"Very well," he said as he turned to leave the counter. That is when I stopped him and asked him what time. Instead of his house, we agreed to meet at 10:00 PM at a local pub located just off campus. The pub was known to be frequented by the locals so there was very little chance I would bump into anyone I knew. Most of the students spent Thursday nights at the larger, dance friendly, club called the Hyper Squirrel. "Until then," he said as he walked through the door.

What did I get myself into? I had just planned to meet a man, who sucked my cock, at a pub on Thursday night. As much as I wanted to meet him at the pub, I was scared. I wasn't sure if I wanted to 'normalize' things, or maintain the new status quo.

Chapter 4: Wilma's Irish Pub

It was Thursday afternoon and my class was scheduled from 6:00 to 9:00 PM. Balfour tended to end a bit early, so I expected I would have time to drive home and take a quick shower. My 4:45 Skype session with Erin put a smile on my face. It was always so nice to see her - my iPad seemed to bring out the green in her eyes. We chatted for about thirty minutes before I was ready to head off to class.

Class was boring; extremely boring. Spreadsheets and data were followed by more spreadsheets and data. Although I knew I would need this knowledge for my looming thesis, I couldn't help but to lose myself in my thoughts. I thought about going back home to be with Erin. I had been thinking about that often after her visit. I thought about finding a job despite my worthless undergraduate degree, and I thought about the tens of thousands of dollars my new worthless degree would cost me. Before I knew it, Balfour was wrapping things up and posted our newest assignment for copying: the analysis of statistics relating to the lives lost during the French Revolution.

I arrived at Wilma's Irish Pub a tad early but I wasn't surprised to see that Sam was already there. I knew it would come up at some point, but I didn't expect it so soon. He began by telling me that what happened the other morning was normal. He insisted that it was only human nature to want to feel good and that instinctively we do what it takes. It doesn't make us one thing or another - it just makes us content. He told me that if it never happened again there would be no reason to discuss it further. If it were to happen again, it would continue to be without meaning. Finally, he said, "Let's talk history, young man."

So, we talked history. First it was Churchill who was followed by both Stalin and Roosevelt. We discussed the Yalta Conference and role of women in the United States during WWII. Meanwhile we drank heady Guinness by the pint. In the blink of an eye, it was closing time. I was lucky to have walked to the pub because driving was not an option. I was more than buzzed at that point. Sam was in no shape to drive either. They say that history repeats itself.

I was about to leave when he told me he would sit in his car for awhile and sober up. He told me it was find for me to leave; he would be okay. However, I didn't like the idea of leaving him to sit in his car all night in the dark parking lot. Yet, I wouldn't even consider the option of inviting him to walk back to my apartment. So, I offered to keep him company, and I did.

We sat for awhile in the leather seats of his BMW. We talked some more about history before, for some strange reason, our faces met for a long passionate kiss. He put his hand in my lap and I didn't mind at all. I had mine in his and I noticed that he was already hard. I could feel his breath on my face during the intermission of our kissing episode, and I could hear his heart beat in the quiet. I felt the pulse of his cock and I knew I wanted to taste it. I had to taste it.

I opened his button and zipper with one hand as if I had done it a million times. I felt the firmness of his cock in my hand and traced the ridges that defined it. Moving my hand up and down, my mouth began to water slightly. I put my head in his lap and first smelled, and then tasted, his beautiful, swollen, cock. I licked it up and down and allowed each of his balls to visit the confines of my mouth one by one. I could taste the bitter sweet precursor that emerged from his dick.

I could hear him breath harder as I slowly bobbed my head His hand rested on the back of my head guiding me without force or aggression. I could feel him in my throat; diving deeper and deeper until I consumed it as fully as was possible given my novice rank. I had never done this before, never even thought about being on this end of a blowjob, but it felt right - it was wonderful.

After a few minutes of sucking and stroking him he mumbled to let me know that he was about to cum. I thought about finishing with my hand for a moment, but it was too late. His cum flowed through his shaft and in to my mouth. I tired to swallow, but I struggled. I'm sure that some of it made its way down my throat, but even more ended up on my face and shirt.

When I lifted my head, his lips met mine for yet another kiss. This was longer and even more intense than the first. We looked into each others eyes and time stood still. He rubbed my cock through my jeans and I shuddered with excitement. I wanted to feel him again, I really did. It didn't take much to make me cum this time and it didn't take much for him to swallow my load in its entirety. 

He was a professional at work and a professional at play. Sam was able to make me feel things that I never knew I could feel. We were able to make each other happy with our mouths and our hands. We were able to make each other feel good with our words and our laughter. Was this the beginning of some sort of relationship? As we sat there together we didn't say a word.

The sun began to rise and he nudged me awake. I had fallen asleep in his car, but it was still early enough that we went unnoticed. He programmed his private phone number into my phone before we swapped seats and he drove me the few blocks home.

Chapter 5: Confusion

It was Friday morning and it was time to head to my session at the computer lab. I hardly felt like getting up and I contemplated simply signing in and leaving, but I knew I needed to make good use of the time. After all, I had an assignment to complete and this was the time reserved for graduate students of history. I, in my first semester, was obligated to be there.

I couldn't focus on my work. I kept thinking about him while I stared at the data I was supposed to be analyzing. I felt lost and confused. I was being bombarded with feelings for both a man and a woman whom I loved. I felt dirty, the guilt of infidelity, as I sat in the rolling chair. I couldn't suppress my feelings for him and my desire to be with him but I didn't truly know how he felt. I had to find out.

I left the lab a few minutes early and walked toward his office across campus. When I arrived, he was with another student so I sunk into a plush chair in the greater office to wait. I made small talk with Dr. Marshall, as I waited, through her partially ajar office door. Dr. Marshall was an older woman. She was probably in her early sixties and patiently awaiting retirement which was just around the corner. She had short gray hair and was as skinny as a rail. Her voice had a higher pitch than you would expect from her mouth which was almost comical.

After about twenty minutes, Sam emerged from his office with another student from my class. Sam had his hand on the shoulder of my peer and a smile on his face - I discovered that was typical of Sam in the short time I had known him. He had little regard for personal space and he was always touching someone - men and women alike. I couldn't help but notice there was a connection between the two and it made me jealous. Once the other student walked toward the door, he invited me into his office.




Meeting Sam



Once again, Sam explained that we are all bound by the human desire to feel pleasure at whatever cost. He said of mankind that we are all bisexual beings with the same needs and desires of fulfillment. We do what makes us feel good in the short term amid long term goals and commitments. Feelings are temporary and are sometimes short lived. They come and go as we experience life. There was nothing to be ashamed of with regard to our interactions. It would be whatever it was and that is very simple concept.

As he spoke, I felt a bit betrayed. Was it really so simple to him? I felt as though I meant nothing. I felt that I was being used and it was costing both my sanity and my relationship with Erin. Perhaps I was being used by this man. I couldn't help but reflect on the feelings he invoked. The sexual release that he provided. He had opened my mind to things I never imagined I would experience. He helped me find a place of happiness in my being and I didn't want to let it go. I had realized that I was in love with this man, and to him I was only a 'bump' on the road of life. It hurt, it really did. I wanted to cry but I couldn't show weakness. I wanted to hit him, but I couldn't show aggression. I wanted to run, but I didn't want to show fear. I wanted to kiss him, but I wanted to hide my forbidden love.

As I walked back to my apartment, I had some time to think. I knew that I needed to find a way to deal with my feelings, I needed to either embrace them or let them go. I had to find a way to cope and move on, yet I wanted to feel him again; taste him again. I wanted to kiss his lips and I wanted to touch his body. I wanted to consume his cock in my mouth and give him that feeling of ecstasy I could hear as I drained him. I couldn't think of anything else. He had to be mine - mine to cherish and love. I realized that it was more than the gratification one gets from sexual arousal that was attracting me to him.

Chapter 6: Desperation

I became obsessed. I called Sam regularly and I met with him off campus often. It became my mission to make him feel good in hopes that he would fall in love with me. I tasted his cum numerous times by this point and I began to lust it. Blow jobs became commonplace between the two of us. I had sucked him in his house, in his car, in his office, in the classroom, and everywhere in between. Sometimes he returned the favor but it was just as gratifying for me to make him feel good. It wasn't long before I gave him my virgin ass. He filled me with his cum and it was amazing. This semester had turned me into something that I had never expected. I enjoyed making this man feel good and it was the only thing that mattered.

As the weeks went on, and turned in to months, I stopped talking to Erin as much as I had in the past. She visited even less and I never made the drive home to see her. I held on to her because she was safe. As long as she was there, I had something that made me feel normal. She was always in the back of my mind, but she meant less to me every day. I was moving on but I couldn't let her go. I needed her to keep my sanity. I needed her so that I could remain covert in my actions. She had become a mirage, a sort of hiding spot, that I used to mask what was going on.

When she called the last time I knew that it was over. She wasn't angry in any way because she thought that it was truly for the better. She believed we had grown apart in the three months that we had been separated by the distance and she was understanding. She wanted to remain friends and she told me that she would always love me, but that her love had become different. I understood what she was saying, part of me agreed, but that didn't stop my heart from sinking to my stomach. Our conversation was short and she ended it by saying that she would give me some time to think; but, she also made it clear that her decision had already been made.

I cried that night for the first time in awhile. I curled up in my bed and cried. I thought about all of the good times we had in the past and the memories we made. Erin was very special to me and in the three years that we were together there was never any doubt that we would spend the rest of our lives together. We would be married. We would have three children and she would be a stay-at-home mom until the kids were ready for school. In the meantime, I would teach at a university and we would live the perfect life. It all seemed like a dream to me now, the entire relationship felt like a dream. It was something that would never be again; it was something that never truly was.

I talked to Sam about what had happened that night. I explained that my relationship with Erin was over. I stayed at his house and I shared his bed. I could tell that something had become different between us as well and it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to feel loved but I didn't. I wanted him to tell me that it was okay and that everything would be alright. I want him to tell me that the reason he didn't show his love for me was gone now and that he could let it out, but none of that happened.

We had slept together a few times during the last month but never consecutively and nowhere near as much as I would have liked. I became even more vulnerable as time went on and I needed him so much more every day. I needed him to make me feel meaningful. I needed stability and consistency. At the same time I knew that it was something that Sam was not willing to give me. He was slowly pushing me away.

How could I win his love? How could I find a place in his heart? How could I make this man love me?

Chapter 7: Discovery

There were very few times that Sam left me alone in his place. When I had the chance, I would explore more and more of his personal belongings. One time, I rummaged through his drawers and boxes in his closet. They yielded nothing of importance. There were no secrets waiting for discovery among his personal possessions. Mementos from the past were boxed his closet and his drawers contained only clothing. 

I finally had the chance to take a look at his computer. Sam didn't log off before he left for a class and his email opened without a password. There were several emails from social networking sites used for casual sexual encounters. There were pictures of Sam, some of which in compromising positions, with all sorts of men and women. I read some incoming messages along with his replies. There were several from a man named Gary who apparently took at least a few of the pictures I found. There were at least seven men who were in regular contact with Sam, and based on the content of the messages, it was obvious that he was sexually active with each of them. Most of them were from surrounding towns and cities. As I looked at the pictures, I was became infuriated. The graphic content of the messages made me sick. The variety of men made me feel vulnerable and dirty.

When Sam returned from teaching his undergraduate class about the diaspora sparked in part by the Holocaust, I was sitting on his couch waiting. I confronted him about the other men and he told me to relax. He told me that none of them meant anything to him and that it was all about sex. He scolded me for snooping and advised me against doing that again. I felt like a teenager caught smoking after school. It was at that moment that I knew for sure that he truly didn't care for me and I was outraged.

I raised my voice for the first time in our relationship and I blamed him for destroying my life. He not only cost me my girlfriend, but he demolished my pride. I could hardly stand looking at him; I was so hurt! I couldn't believe that I opened myself up to this horrible situation and I felt guilty for hurting Erin. He expressed that he knew we became to close. He should have ended this long ago. He asked me to leave, and so I did.

Chapter 8: Vengeance

During the final two weeks of the semester, I didn't see Sam outside of the classroom. Inside the classroom it seemed as if nothing had happened at all. Outside of the classroom, I was devastated. I stopped logging hours at the computer lab and library. I quit my job at Thompson's Food and Fuel and accepted a job working at one of the local resorts. I spent a lot of time that winter immersing myself in my work and trying to rid Sam and our false relationship from my mind, but I couldn't kick it. I wanted revenge.

I decided I would create a profile on one of the sites to which Sam belonged. If I couldn't have Sam, I would make him as jealous as possible. I made contacts almost immediately, but I met no men during the first few weeks. Then, it became out of control.

The first guy I met was Todd. I wasn't sure, but I believed he was one of the guys from Sam's email. He was married and had two teenage boys. We met at a hotel and I sucked him off. I had no feelings for him. When I was done, he left me in the room and went back to work. I met him several times and he never returned the favor. One time I even met him at his house to give him head. It meant nothing to me, but I did it regardless.

I met Jared, another one of Sam's friends, who was very unappealing. He liked to cum on my face and slop up his own cum. I blew him two or three times before I stopped returning his messages. A few more guys came and went as I perfected my craft on Sam's former lovers. Then I was contacted by Gary.

Gary was older, maybe fifty years old. The first time I met Gary he seemed like an ordinary man. He was divorced and had one grown daughter who he had no problem talking about with strangers. He worked in an office in a city nearby. We met for drinks and we had no physical contact the first time. The second time, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

I hadn't told him about Sam and that was my part of my plan. Gary liked to take pictures and he also liked watching me with other men. He would meet other guys from the website and invited them to have sex with me. He took me to adult book stores where I was fed cum through a hole in the wall and he always had his camera in his hand. At first I was hesitant, and then I jumped right in. A myriad of men came before me that winter. I fucked and sucked as many men as he could find. I did anything and everything to give them what they wanted in the hopes of eventually hurting Sam. Some wanted to tie me up or blindfold me. Sometimes there were more than one of them at a time. Meanwhile, I was letting Gary fuck me any which way he wanted and as time went on I began to enjoy it.

I got a rush from being with these men. I got off on knowing that I could control them with my mouth and body. I enjoyed feeling, and hearing, their reactions. It was a feeling like none other. I was a slut and I loved it. I collected the photos taken by Gary, and I posted the best of them on my profile page.

I never had real emotional feelings for Gary. There was no love and certainly no relationship. We met two or three times a week and I never knew what to expect when I arrived. Sometimes it was just he and I, while other times there was a surprise waiting for me.

Needless to say, I was stalking Sam online and posting raunchy pictures of myself with some of these men. I 'winked' at him on the site and I made sure that he noticed my profile. There were no comments, no messages, no signs of jealousy. I was upset at first, but in time I questioned if I would ever see him outside of the classroom again.

When the next semester began, I got pleasure out of sitting in front of him as cum oozed from my ass. I loved answering his questions with the smell of cum on my breath. I got off on knowing that I was no longer his to abuse and that I was now in control of my life. I hoped he could sense it. I wanted him to notice my confidence and see me happy for a change. There were even times that I would masturbate in the bathroom during break and sit with dried cum on my hands so I could sit and smell it.

Chapter 9: My Time

I knew it was possible when I started interacting with Gary. I knew that the day may come and I waited for it. Gary still had no idea that I knew Sam or about the relationship we once had. When I least expected it, that is when it happened.

I arrived at Gary's late on a Wednesday night. There was nobody there when I arrived except Gary and his big dick waiting for my lips. I closed my eyes as I sucked and thought about how good it made me feel to please him. I devoured his dick as he demanded me to take it in my mouth. I played with his balls, squeezed them tightly, until he came in my mouth fulfilling my desire to make him explode.

Soon after there was a knock on the door and he ushered me in to another room. I could hear him talking to a man with a familiar voice. I knew that it was Sam almost instantly and I couldn't wait for the moment that I would emerge and see his smile turn to that dejected look that I once sported myself. They talked for awhile before he told Sam he had someone he had to meet. This was my time!

As they approached the room my heart beat faster. As their steps neared I felt lightheaded and needed to sit down. As the door creaked open a euphoria overcame me and I had a rush like none other. I was ready, finally, to come face to face with Sam.

When Sam saw my face he had no reaction. Gary instructed me to get on my knees and Sam unzipped his pants. His cock was just inches from my face when Gary demanded that I suck; I did. I felt dirty for many reasons. I was on my knees blowing a man who had hurt me so badly that I contemplated suicide. I felt embarrassed because he was lacking the reaction that I expected when he saw me waiting in the room. I felt hurt as he forcefully grabbed my head and forced his cock deep in my throat - he had always been so gentle. Then he pushed me away and I fell back on the floor.

Gary told me to take my place on the bed and I complied. Knowing full well that there was a video capturing every move I made, I felt like I had no choice. On my hands and knees I waited for my next instructions. Gary stuck his unlubricated finger into my ass and called for Sam to come toward me. I felt the knob of his dick on my asshole before he plunged in with force that made me cry out in pain. He fucked me hard and without compassion. This was no longer the gentle man that I had once loved. This was an angry man who wanted to hurt me and he did. As the seconds turned to minutes, I broke out in a sweat. I barley noticed Gary snapping pictures as he watched and I forgot about the video being recorded. I left my body for a moment as Sam pounded and then he came.

The load shot into me like a cannon as he grunted with satisfaction. He continued to pump as his cum oozed from me, around his thick dick, and ran down my bare legs. He pushed me forward, leaving only the tip of his cock inside, then pulled me back and held me in place with his hard cock at home in my ass. He finally removed himself from me and Gary took him into his mouth and sucked off the remains of his cum and the sweat from my ass. I rolled on my back and watched, disgusted, as a smile came over Sam's face. When Gary stopped sucking he looked at me and laughed. They both laughed as they watched me laying on my back defeated. That is when it came to me.

It wasn't I that was stalking Sam on the web and developing a plan to hurt him. It was Sam who conspired with Gary to make a fool out of me. It was obvious in their eyes that they worked together and Sam had been able to twist the knife that he stabbed into me. I began to cry softly as they watched me naked on the bed. They used me and I hit rock bottom right there in front of them giving the satisfaction that they desired. I was lost and beyond help. I turned in to something that I didn't know was possible and I felt as though there was no hope. They left me alone and I could hear them laughing and talking in the next room. I gathered my clothes, dressed myself, and headed for the door. I left without saying a word as they sat on his couch still laughing and enjoying themselves as they watched me leave.

Chapter 10: Defeated

As I drove off into the night, I had flashbacks of being in love surrounded by feelings of anguish. I didn't know where I would go from here, but I knew I needed to get as far away as possible. I wished I had never taken this journey and I knew that there was nothing that I could do to erase my decisions. I was helpless, hopeless, and alone. I was ashamed of myself, and it was impossible for me to stop the pain.



Meeting Sarah Hyland



It all started on the plane flight from LA to Orlando. I always sit in 1st class, not just for the snacks, but the seat is totally worth the price. It also doesn't hurt that I charge the entire ticket to my company. As I sat in my seat a very young girl walked up and asked if I didn't mind switching seats with her. She said she has "issues" with sitting in the aisle, and needed a window seat. It made no difference to me, so we switched.

As the flight took place, I was totally amazed how fast this girl talked, and how she changed subject to subject. After a while she asked me if I liked her TV show. I told her I do not watch much TV, and to be honest, I didn't know who is. I quickly apologized, but she just laughed. She told me she was Sarah Hyland, and she was on a show called Modern Family. I actually had heard of the show, but have never watched. What a mistake this turned out to be, she gave me a full run down of the show.

Sarah then decided to start asking questions of me. I told her my name, age, where I lived, what I do for a living, and other general items. She was surprised when I told her I am 40 years old. And let me know she is 22, but an old soul. I'm not sure what that was supposed to mean.

She told me about how she was going to spend a few days at Disney, and take time to relax. In the middle of her plans, she asked if I knew any good restaurants. I told her that I live in the area, and described a great Italian restaurant. After I finished, she asked if I want to have dinner with her. It seemed real weird, but I did in fact need dinner. So, I said sure, sounds fine.

As we walked out of the airport, she was surprised that I had a car and driver waiting for me. I told her that it was actually cheaper to have the car and driver, than to drive my own car and pay to park. We got into the car, and I told the driver to take us to the restaurant. Like the flight, she didn't stop to breath in between her talking.

Once at the restaurant I ordered a bottle of my favorite wine. Sarah said she didn't drink that often, but she would have a glass. When the wine was poured, she placed a few ice cubes in the glass. Both me and the waiter just looked confused at each other. Thru dinner we ended up drinking a total of 3 bottles. I'm not sure, but I think the wine actually slowed her talking down.

As we left, Sarah stated she was staying at the Ritz- Carlton. I told her that I had never stayed at that place, but I've heard it is real nice. She told me if I wanted, I could take a look at her suite. I told her that was okay, but a suite is a suite. She laughed and said; well we could have another glass of wine and keep talking. It seemed like she just didn't want to be alone.

While she was checking into her room, I heard her tell the manager she needs the best bottle of wine they had. We went up to her room, and in just a minute or two, a knock at the door. It was the wine, and boy was it a nice bottle of wine! Sarah asked if I had ever had this kind before, and I told her I had a few bottles at my house. She poured me a glass, and then poured about half the bottle into a cup with ice. WOW! What a great way to ruin great wine.

As I sat on the couch, Sarah sat on the floor and was tossing clothes out of her suitcase. After dumping about half her clothes, so stood up and announced she was going to go change. What seemed like 20 minutes, she comes out of the bedroom. She appears in a tight white t-shirt, and a pair of very short shorts.

Walking back across the room, she spills some wine, and just laughs. She sits down almost on top of my on the couch. Giggling, she turns on the TV. Flipping through the channels, she finally turns off the TV. She tells me there is nothing ever on that she likes. Okay.

Suddenly she jumps up, and heads over to get more wine. She gives me about a sip, and pours the remaining wine into her glass. And tell me she thinks we should get another bottle. I told her I could not have anymore, that I have had my fill. She tells me she wants more and it would be rude to not drink with her.

We were about half way through the new bottle when Sarah looks like she is about to pass out. I ask here is she is okay, and she just giggles. She tells me she feels light headed, and I replied you must be drunk. Laughing, she stands up and stumbles out of the room. Next thing I hear is her vomiting. It sounded like she was having a rough time. So, I headed into the bathroom to check on her.

Sitting on the floor, straddling the toilet she was now dry heaving. I get a wash cloth, and put cold water on it, and hand it to her. She starts to lean back, and falls back and hits her head on the floor. I help her sit up, and wipe off her face. As I wipe, I notice she has red stains all over her shirt and shorts. I tell her she has wine all over her, and she just humps over the toilet again.

Not sure what to do next, I ask if she needs any help. She asks if I will get her a shirt and another pair of shorts, so she can change. I go over to her luggage, and look for a shirt and shorts. I grab a super tiny white shirt, which looked way too small for her to wear. And I grab a pair of work out shorts. As I walk back into the bathroom, I notice she is about passed out. I ask her if she is wake, and she replies she will need me to help her change.

I tell her to stand up, but I ended up having to assist her in standing. She was leaning on me, and was attempting to take off her shirt. I thought it would make it easier if she was sitting, so I took her over to the bedroom toward the bed. Once she sat down, I helped her pull off her shirt. I couldn't believe it, she didn't have a bra on, and she didn't need one either. She breasts were small and her nipples were even smaller. The minute the air hit her, her nipples tightened up. I was reaching for the clean shirt, when she started squirming to remove her shorts.

I reached down and told her to lift up her hips, and I would help. She lifted up, and I had to really struggle to remove the shorts. As I pulled down her shorts, I notice she had on white lace panties. She turned to her side, and I got a full view of her panty cover ass. And boy did she look good!

I then walked back to the bathroom to get the wash cloth. When I returned, I wiped off her mouth and face. She was just lying there and laughing. Her eyes were closed, but I could tell she was half awake. She told me to make sure I wiped off all the wine she spilled on the chest. There was no wine on her chest, but I wiped off her chest anyhow. As I wiped I rubbed her nipple and she let out a soft sigh. So, I figured I would take a chance, and I rub her nipple with only my hand. She got the biggest smile on her face and let out a bigger sigh.

She turns her face toward mine, and pushed her lips out, let she wanted to kiss. I give her a peck on the lips, but she leaned in for more. While I wanted to kiss her more, I really didn't want to taste her vomit. So, I kissed her more deeply, but without opening my mouth. As we kissed she was pulling me in toward her. I ended up lying next to her on the bed.

I decided that the best way to not have to kiss her more was to kiss her body. So, I started kissing her neck, ear lobes, and worked my way down to her nipples. Her nipples were like little BB's in my mouth. As I kissed, and bit them, she let out a moan. As she was moaning, I reached down to touch her panties.

As I am rubbing her panties, she spreads her legs, and lifts up her hips to me hand. I take this as a cue, and start kissing my way to her belly. I get to her belly button, and she goes wild! She tells be to stick my tongue in her belly button, and bite her belly ring. She demands me to pull her ring with my teeth. I pull and she lets out a deep moan. As I am playing with her belly ring, I reach down to remove her panties.

I get both hands on her panties, and she grabs and hands and tells me NO! I stop and look at her face, and she tells me we can't go any further. I ask if everything is okay, and she states she actually does have a boyfriend and she doesn't want to cheat on him. At this point I could not care less about her boyfriend; I have to see her pussy. So, I dive in a start to kiss her with open mouth. She tasted awful, but she then started to get into it again.

While I was kissing her, she was starting stick her tongue in my mouth, and bite me. So, as we kiss I start to fill her tits again. She continues to kiss me and moan. I slide my hand down to her panties, and I rub her pussy through her panties. She keeps moaning, and kissing me, and now she is spreading her legs. As she spreads her legs, she lifts her hips to meet my hand. I couldn't believe it, but her panties were getting soaked.

I start to kiss her neck, and work my way down to her nipples again. This time I bite her nipple, and she goes wild. I bite and pull and she says hell yeah! I work my way back to her belly button, and grab a hold of her belly ring with my teeth. I pull the ring as far out as I can, and she moans. At this point I will not take no for an answer, and I slide my hand inside her panties.

I slide my hand down, and finally touch her bare pussy. She had no hair, but it was obvious she has not shaved in a few days. As I try to slide a finger into her, she tells me to go slow. It was hard to get my finger in, as she was so tight. I try my best to get another finger in her, when she tells me to take off her panties.

I reach over and help her slide off her panties. As she lowered her hips, I slide down so I could taste her. I licked her and she was so wet! She lifted up her hips and I tried to insert my tongue. It only took about 5 minutes and she had her first orgasm. Her entire body was shivering, and she had tears in her eyes. I stop licking her and work my way back up to my mouth, she needed to taste her cum.

As I start to kiss her, she tells me she has never tasted herself. So, I reach down and wipe my hand and fingers over her pussy, and place my hand on her lips. She starts to lick and suck my fingers. So, I take advantage and start to remove my shirt with my free hand.

I get my shirt off, and attempt to work on my pants. As I struggle with my pants, I am trying to kiss her and keep her busy. She notices I have my shirt off, and leans forward and bites my nipple. Oh my God, that hurt! But, I am not going to complain. I finally get my pants down, and I am sliding off my underwear, when Sarah pushs me on my back.

Sarah starts kissing my chest and she assists me in removing my underwear. Once off, she reaches down, and grabs a hold of my cock. She is sliding her hand up and down, but it hurt. She didn't know what she was doing. So, I slowly push the top of her head, and encourage her to move down. She slides down and licks my cock. She is now licking it like candy, and does the same with my balls. After about 2 minutes, she slides back up and starts kissing me again.

I slowly turn her to her back and position myself so I get on top of her. As I move above her, she spreads her legs. Once I'm in between her legs, I reach down to guide my cock into her. I can only get my head in her, because she is so tight. I try and I slowly get more and more into her. After about 5 minutes, I finally get all the way into her. I take a minute for her to get used to me being in her. Then I slowly start to move in and out of her.

As we start to move she is moaning, and biting me. As we are moving I wanted to change positions, and so I try to turn us over. She takes my cue, and we roll over. She is now on top, and is moving faster and faster. All of a sudden she looks me eye to eye, and says, I'm cumming. I feel a great deal of moisture all over us, kind of like she squirted. Is Sarah a squirter? 

I ask if we can try doggie, and she tells me she loves that one. So, she jumps off me, and gets on all fours. I take this time to once again lick her pussy. She is totally soaked. I position myself behind her, and slide into her. She starts to buck back and forth. I grab her hips, and pump away. I slap her ass, and she yells, do it again!

I slap her ass about 6 more times, and notice I am leaving red marks. But, she seems to like it, so I smack her as hard as I can. She jumps forward, right off my cock, and says, "God yeah." I grab her hips and jam myself back in her, and pump some more. She turns her face toward, me and says," smack me again, and hard!"

I smack her, a few more times, and all of a sudden it happens. She starts to shack a little, and she squirts. She squirts out a hug amount, and we both feel it. As she is shivering, she tells me this has never happened before.

Now that I have made her cum a couple of times, I want to cum. So, I pull out, and flip her over. I slide between her legs, and she reaches down to guide me into her. We start a good pace, and we look eye to eye, and kiss. As we are kissing I can feel myself building.

I'm not sure if she wants me to not, but I plan on cumming in her. I guess she can tell what I was thinking, and she tells me not to cum in her. She says she is not on the pill. She tells me to cum on her if I want.

At this point I don't care what she wants, and I let go. As I am pumping cum deep into her, so starts moaning. Once I am completely empty, I start to roll over. She looks at me and asks if I came in her. I told her I did, but not to worry, I am disease free.

We lay next to each other for a few minutes, and I notice she has fallen asleep. So, I get my phone out; take a few nude pics of her. Take a pick of my cock by her mouth, and one with my part of the way in her. I take a final pic of the cream pie I gave her, get dressed and leave.



Meeting Sarah Palin



You are a courier for a delivery service. You spend your day running around the city, delivering high value items or important messages to high profile clients. It is a decent gig, and the pay is good, but it doesn't leave a lot of free time. Checking in with your supervisor, he hands you a large envelope and a custody chain form. You sign the form acknowledging receipt of the package and look at the address... Not too far away, and it is to be delivered directly to Sarah Palin. "Huh," you mutter. "This should be interesting..."

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Across town, Sarah Palin is fuming. Pacing back and forth in the office she is renting while her staff plans her Presidential bid, she clenches her fists as she talks to her lead PR rep.

" I'VE HAD IT!" Sarah bellowed. "I'm tired of Todd sticking his pecker in anything that moves... it was bad enough that he knocked up our own daughter Bristol and we had to hire that twit Levi to cover it up, but then he has to sleep with that bitch Lisa Murkowski? He needs to GO!"

Meghan Stapleton listened patiently to the rant and immediately launched into damage control mode. "Listen, Sarah, I understand... but you are in a bad position. As the darling of the far right, your main supporters are very conservative, very Christian and VERY narrow-minded... Promoting anything other than a good Christian family will kill any hopes you have for election. Divorce and separation are out of the question."

Pausing by her desk, Sarah slammed her fist onto the surface as her shoulders shook with rage. "So I either dump Todd or seek the Presidency, but not both... is that what you are saying?"

" Basically..." Meghan shrugged as she stood up. "Listen, I'll make sure this stays out of the papers... Murkowski doesn't want this advertised any more than you do. I suggest you take a few days break and to unwind somewhere. The last time you were this upset is how the Couric interview occurred, remember?"

Sarah nodded her head as her aid left the room. Walking around the desk, she took a seat at her chair and leaned back.

"I swear to God..." Sarah muttered. "Todd pulls this shit one more time and I'm gonna fuck the first guy I see."

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Stepping out of the elevator, you head down to the suite of offices being rented out by the Palin campaign. After talking to one of the staffers, you are shown to Sarah's office where the potential Presidential nominee was sitting at her desk.

"Ms. Palin, you have a delivery." Announced the aide. As the receptionist closed the door, you walked across the room and handed her the envelope. 

"Sorry to disturb you, Ma'am, instructions were to deliver to you only. If you could just sign..." 

You attempted to have Palin sign the delivery confirmation, but she showed no signs of acknowledging you. Her entire attention was focused on opening the envelope and reviewing the contents. 

The envelope was from Paul Singletary, a private eye she kept on retainer to look after Todd. The envelope was stuff with surveillance pictures of Todd dressed in a Sailor Moon outfit taking it in the ass from a young female staffer with a strap-on. Sarah stood up sharply and tossed the pictures across the floor. 

"THAT SONOFABITCH!"

Beginning to get uncomfortable, you tried again to complete your task. "Um, Ma'am, if I could just get you to sign this form..."

Storming over around the desk, Sarah rips the clipboard from your hand, hastily signs the receipt, and slams it back into your chest.

"Thank you, Ma'am..." You hold off on adding the 'have a pleasant day', being as you don't think it will be well received and start heading for the door. As you reach for the handle, you hear Sarah say, "Wait..." You turn around and see Sarah sizing you up. Wearing her signature red blazer, black skirt, black pantyhose and high heels, she stands aggressively with her fists planted on her ample hips. The blazer hugs her waist and clings to her breasts as they heave with pent up frustration and anger. 

"Come here..." she commands. You walk over to where she stands; trying to maintain eye contact and ignore the raising hard-on, you are starting to sport in the presence of the attractive politician.

"Look..." Sarah points to the pictures on the floor of her husband in various compromising positions. "This is what I have to go home to. This joke is the only option I'm supposed to have to meet my womanly needs..." She steps forward and firmly places a hand on your crotch.

"Not today..." she growls. "Well, I... uh..." you stammer." I really need to get back to wo..."

Before you can finish the sentence, Sarah grabs the collar of your shirt, pulls you down to her, and begins to kiss you passionately. You try to pull away but she grabs your crotch with a vice-like grip and continues to press her tongue into your mouth. With an animal-like growl, Sarah forcefully pushes you away and you fall into one of the over-stuffed chairs in the office. Grabbing the front of her blazer, she rips it open, sending the buttons flying across the office. Shrugging her shoulders, she lets the blazer fall to the floor as she walks around behind you. 

You start to stand back up, but Sarah grabs your shoulders and slams you back down into the chair. You can feel her lean in next to your ear as she whispers in a husky voice. "I'm going to give you the best fuck of your life..."

She finishes unbuttoning her blouse as she walks back in front of you again, letting it drop to the floor next to her blazer. A black lace push-up bra holds her beautiful C-cup tits. Stepping forward, she goes down on her knees between your legs and begins to unbuckle your pants. 

You try to stop her, but she slaps your hands away.

"Let's see what we've got to work with here...," she growls. Forcefully tugging your pants down around your knees, Sarah repeats the process with your underwear. She grins wickedly at the sight of you cock standing at attention for the former Governor.

"Now THAT is a proper way to greet a lady..." Palin purrs. Reaching up, she takes the bobby pins out of her hair and lets her gorgeous dark brown hair fall to her shoulders. Looking directly at you with her deep brown eyes, she grabs your shaft with her hand and slowly begins to stroke it towards her beautiful tits.

"Ooh, you are soooo hard. Did I do that?" she coos evilly.

You moan as she gently fondles your balls. Your cock is so hard it is almost painful. 

"I'll bet you've thought about me before, haven't you... have you thought of me while you were fucking some other girl?"

She continues to tug on your prick, slowly increasing rhythm. You watch her stare at your cock while she strokes, and then her hungry eyes look at you over the top of her glasses. 

"Or maybe you thought of me while you were jacking off... all by yourself... alone. Any woman in the world you could choose, and you think of me while you pleasure yourself..."

Reaching behind her, she unfastens her bra and lets it fall to the floor, releasing her beautiful firm breasts. She's kept in good shape over the years, and her natural tits show no signs of sagging. 

As the MILF continues to milk your cock, you start to feel yourself ready to cum. Sensing your imminent release, Sarah quickens her pace; gripping your cock tighter as she rapidly strokes your pole from the tip to the base. The honey-blonde highlights of her hair wildly intertwined with the dark brown strands as her hair flails back and forth. She furiously tugs on your cock, her tits bouncing from the motion of her arm. Giving you one of her trademark winks, the ex-Governor continues to tug furiously on your cock, pulling it towards her as she eagerly awaits your release. The sight of this famous politician on her knees before you with your cock in her hand is too much to bear, and you begin to cum.

" That's it, baby... Give it to me. I want it. Give it to me NOW!"

Palin devours your cock with her hot mouth one last time. As soon as her tongue touches the head of your prick, you begin to shoot your load deep into her throat. She continues to stroke your shaft as she sucks hungrily on the head. Two more volleys of cum shoot down the MILF's throat before you begin to go soft. Slowly pulling her lips from your dick, Sarah gives you another wink as she opens her mouth to show that it wall was dutifully swallowed, not a single drop escaped.

"Good boy... very good... But you better have more where that came from." Sarah guides you back up out of the chair as kisses you deeply. Standing in front of the desk, her skirt hiked up around her curvy hips exposing her black garter and stockings, she slowly strokes your dick with one hand as she caresses your chest with her other. 

You respond by firmly kneading her beautiful ass, then slowly trailing your fingers up her sides until you start to fondle her gorgeous natural tits. Ample and firm, the moans slightly as you begin to harden once again. Sarah guides you back up out of the chair as kisses you deeply. Standing in front of the desk, her skirt hiked up around her curvy hips exposing her black garter and stockings, she slowly strokes your dick with one hand as she caresses your chest with her other. 

You respond by firmly kneading her beautiful ass, then slowly trailing your fingers up her sides until you start to fondle her gorgeous natural tits. Ample and firm, the moans slightly as you begin to harden once again. "Turn around, Governor..." You order. "I'm going to fuck you like Todd never has..."

Turning around, Sarah bends over the desk and grabs the far edge. Her ass pointed directly toward you as she looked behind her, staring greedily at your cock. Stepping up behind her, you massage her ass checks for a moment before pausing the smack her hard on the ass. 

"Uh..." Sarah moans. You smack her ass again. "Ah..."

Taking your throbbing cock in your hand, you guide the head to the outer folds of her soft pussy. You rub it back and forth against the sopping wet outer lips, covering your tool with her juices. Palin squirms as you continue to tease her with your prick.

"Please..." she rasps huskily." Just fuck me!"

" Your wish..." you smirk as you pull your cock back away from her gash. "...is my command." You slam your dick forward, penetrating her cunt with a single thrust, her own cunt juices providing no resistance for your manhood...

"AAAHH!" she cries out in pleasure. "YESSS!!!".

You grab her hips forcefully as she whips her head towards the ceiling, enveloped by absolute pleasure. You pound her pussy with several more thrusts from behind as she begins to rock back and forth, timing both of your thrusts to push you as deep and hard into her womanhood as possible. 

"Harder!" she cries. "Faster!"

You respond by pounding your dick into her pussy like a jack hammer, slamming her so hard that both of you end up moving the desk forward as her whitened knuckles clench the desk as hard as she can. Several items on the desk crash to the floor as you forcefully fuck this hot MILF from behind.

"Aaaaaahhh" she cries out. Your continue thrusting your cock in and out of her gash. Her pussy is tight, gripping your cock, and you continue to fuck it relentlessly. After several minutes, moaning becomes cries of pleasure.

"YES! YES! YES!" She screams. "FUCK MEEEE... FUCK MEEEEEE... Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God..."

Taking a glance towards the door, you see no signs that anyone outside the office can hear what is going on. 

"You like taking that cock, don't you bitch?" you growl. "Todd ever fuck you like this?"

Her only response was a deep moan as she started to push her ass back to meet each of your thrusts. She stands up and arches her back, her soft hair brushing against your chest. Her glasses fall from her face from the force of you slamming her ass from behind. You reach around and roughly fondle her firm breasts while you continue to fuck her soft hot pussy. As you pound her from behind, you smack her ass once again.

"Aaahh..." Sarah moans. "Again!" she begs.

You comply with her request, smacking her hard enough to leave your handprint on her left ass cheek. She squeals with pleasure as your dick claims her cunt as your own.

"Turn around..." you order." I want to see your sexy tits."

She spins about, as you grab her ass and hike her up back on top of your dick once again. Leaning back with her elbows on the desk, she wraps her shapely stocking encased legs around your waist as you resume fucking her moist cunt. You watch her perfect C-cup breasts bounce wildly up and down as you continue your assault upon her pussy.

It isn't long before she arches her back so far her head touches the desk. You tighten your grip on her hips and start thrusting upwards as hard and fast as you can, watching her ripe tits bouncing furiously.

"AAAAHHHHH!" She cries out. You feel her entire body shudder as wave after wave of orgasm hits her. As the last wave crashes over her, you feel you own imminent release building. You pull your cock out of her quivering pussy. Grabbing her shoulder, you spin her around as she drops to her knees before you. You squat down slightly before her chest and place your dick between her two ample tits. She dutifully pushes her breasts together with her hands as you quickly fuck her tits.

"Come on, baby..." she coos." Give it to me. Fuck my tits, I want to feel your hot cum on me."

Watching your member slide between the breasts of the most famous modern female politicians while she is talking that dirty is too much to bear. Within moments, you pull back as volley after volley of cum erupts from your cock and sprays across her chest. You hit each of her tits with a good load and cry out as the final load shoots out to catch her squarely in the eye. "Aaaaaah!"

The cum-covered politician smiles, and taking your cock in her hand, carefully licks away the last remaining drops of your seed.

Smiling, you stand up and retrieve your clothes. Sarah lies back in the overstuffed chair, glowing from the thorough fucking she had received, watching you get dressed. You grab your clipboard and nod your head towards Palin's prone body.

"Thank you much, Ma'am."

Smiling devilishly, Sarah rubs the cum on her left tit around her nipple. "I'll be sending myself a package next week... I'll be expecting you then."

Whistling happily to yourself, you leave the office and head towards the elevator, her staff in the anteroom completely unaware of what had just happened. 



Meeting Scott



I was running late from the time I found out I was going to the seminar. I couldn't find my keys, I had to get some things from the cleaners and the traffic was terrible. I packed in a hurry, had a momentary problem with my car, and by the time I was sitting quietly in the airplane, I felt anything but quiet. I hate to be rushed and need to calm down and clear my mind before getting there. The flight was delayed about half an hour. Instead of getting upset and becoming too impatient, I made a conscious effort to close my eyes, take a deep breath and regain control. Until we landed and I had to fight the airport crowd. OK, take one thing at a time.

The Pines Motel looked like it was in the middle of nowhere, but after the day I'd had, it looked peaceful, and just what I needed. It wasn't over-crowded by any means. As I walked into the lobby, I spied my former co-worker Scott checking in. We'd worked together a year or so ago and it's always a pleasure to see his smiling face.

"Hey, How've you been?"

"Oh, Cathie, just fine." I got busy checking in and he looked like he was waiting for me to finish, like he wanted my company.

"Would you like to have dinner together? I'm afraid I haven't had dinner yet."

"All right, neither have I." The girl handed me the key and I thanked her. "And the airplane food doesn't count."

"That's for sure. Do you need time to settle in?"

"Yes, just give me 30 minutes." I was thinking I have to change. I've been in the same clothes all day.

The food at dinner was lousy. But I could survive on salad and the wine, at least until morning. The company was good. It's always better to eat with someone than eating alone and Scott is easy to be with. We agreed it was no use dwelling on the bad food and hot weather.

"I've been thinking about that pool ever since I first walked past it. I need to cool off and unwind." 

"Well, I think I’m going to relax in front of the tube. How about having breakfast with me? Surely they can't screw up Cornflakes." He looked so hopeful, like it really mattered I say yes. Scott never gave any indication he was interested in me away from the workplace.

"Sure, I'd like that."

Later from the pool, I saw him leaning over the fence watching me. Mustn't be anything good on TV.

The next morning, I went to look for coffee and saw Scott before he saw me. It was nice to know someone was actually waiting for me, and especially him. There was a twinkle in his eye when he saw me that made me feel good. 

"Looks like we have another hot one, " Damn, I can't believe I'm talking about the weather.

"Yeah, well, it's summer in the south." He was looking at me like he was ready to have me for breakfast, but instead of making me uneasy, well, it was making me uneasy in a good way.

"You looked good coming off that diving board. Do you swim often?"

"Thanks! Not as often as I'd like to. You know, you get busy working, and the pool where I live is usually full of kids." Why am I stirring my coffee when I don't even have any sugar or cream in it? Why am I suddenly so nervous? Looking into his eyes I feel like I'm miles away from this motel diner.

"Maybe you'd like to join me for a swim after work?"

He nodded. "I'd like that. It'll relieve the tension and relax us before dinner."

"Speaking of work, I'd better get going. I have to stop off at my room first, but I’ll meet you later."

I didn't turn around, but as I walked out I could feel him watching me. Good!

Scott knocked on my door a little earlier than he said, but I’m always early myself, so I can't say much. We walked to his car and chatted easily. But, driving the sixty miles to the restaurant, I seemed to have a hard time keeping the conversation going. Now, I’m not the kind of person who has to be talking all the time, but I really enjoy being with him, and throughout the day, he acted like he really likes me. 

I've thought about him all day, and really looked forward to being with him tonight. But it was like he had something on his mind, and there was no room for me, or maybe it was just my imagination. Men are so weird. They always claim women are hard to understand, but just when you get to know a guy, and really like being around him, all of a sudden, he acts like he's going out of his way to be nice to you.

We had a relaxing swim that evening. Scott is a good swimmer. Even if he weren't he still looks great in the trunks! He's so attentive, and easy to be with. It's been some time since I felt as comfortable with a man, and yet uncomfortable at the same time. When our eyes meet, I feel like I’ve lost my footing and somehow, it seems he's the one who will help me regain it.

He slung his towel around his neck, and I dried my face, trying to get my hair back in a semblance of neatness. We headed for the upstairs rooms and it was nice just to walk with someone and not feel like you had to make conversation to fill in the minutes. At my door we stopped and I had the funniest feeling, like at the end of a date when you're a teenager and don't know if he'll kiss you quickly and leave, or if he'll kiss you and then leave right away and look like it hurts to leave.

As if in answer to my unspoken question, he put his hands on either side of my face and we shared the most fantastic kiss! Oh, I've lost my footing all right. but this is great! Somehow the door opened behind me and I backed into the room, his lips warm and kind, yet demanding on mine. He cupped my right breast and with his other hand slipped my bathing suit off my shoulders. Though I was still quite wet, at first his hand and then his mouth was warming my nipples and giving me the most exquisite sensations. I've always wondered why is it that the attentions of a man to your breasts awaken your lower body to arousal very quickly, like they're attached.

He was sitting on the bed by now, and I was standing in front of him, totally enjoying the little nibbles and suction on my nipples. They were hardening and pointing attentively. I said, "Maybe you should take off those wet trunks."

"Uh, yeah, maybe I should." They were off in no time, and when he sat back down, I let my wet suit fall to the floor and knelt in front of him. He was becoming aroused again, and his cock was growing expectantly. I cupped his balls in my hand, and began kissing the head of his penis ever so lightly and gently. Little licks and nibbles up and down the shaft. I could tell he was really enjoying himself and he said, "Let me lie back." I stood and readied to get on the bed and he'd pulled himself back to lie flat with an amused and wondering look in his eyes.

I continued my attentions to his penis and started the deep suction I knew he would love. I took my time pleasuring him. I hadn't done this is quite awhile, but it's always enjoyable. Just when I thought he was becoming too engorged, I stopped and straddled his torso, my breasts dangling over his face. He didn't disappoint me, and gave them his utmost attention. His fingers were gently stroking my pussy lips and that's always the most sublime pleasure. 

Even if it takes awhile to turn the attention to my waiting clit, the lips swell expectantly and eagerly waiting any kind of touch. I stroked his chest, and laid lightly on it to just feel the masculinity of him. He had a clean, manly smell, and he gently stroked my back. Soon, though, he was lifting himself and laying me beside him. His eyes were on my face, like they were asking a question and I knew what the question was and he knew the answer. His fingertips were drawing circles on my breast, slowly moving downward to my lower belly, and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, to the already swollen pussy lips.

He parted my legs and began kissing. And stroking my inner thighs. It always seems a lonely time, to have a man so "far away" from your face, and yet so intimately close at the same time. His tongue was doing marvelous things to my pussy, and when he found my clit and began the gentle but firm suction, I thought I would lose my mind. His fingers were gently caressing my pussy, and then my other hole. It was an arousal unlike any other, very enjoyable. When he found what he was looking for he began massaging the entrance in and out. I felt myself come for the first time. I couldn’t help it, and he was pleased and excited by it. He stroked my juices all around the area and again pleasured my anus with his slick and juicy finger.

I rolled him over and turned him around so his head was on the pillow and straddled his torso, my breasts and turned him around so his head was on the pillow and straddled his torso. His fingers were gently stroking my pussy lips, which is always the most sublime pleasure. He turned his attention back to my waiting clit and he could se that my pussy lips were swollen, expectantly and eagerly waiting any kind of touch.

I stroked his chest, and lay lightly on top of him and he gently stroked my back. Soon, though, I lifted up and then lowered myself onto his eager penis. Oh! This was what I'd been waiting for! He caressed me and held me upright while I raised and lowered myself repeatedly, totally immersed in this sensations. I enjoy fucking from on top.

He raised up momentarily and, looking into my eyes and giving me an extraordinary kiss. He was entering my pussy and stroking ever so firmly and deeply. This is the closest thing I'll ever come to heaven and I matched his thrusting, finding the rhythm as old as time itself.

I had to lie there a moment and regain my bearings, Am I still in the same motel room? Somehow I had been a thousand miles away and back, and was surprised to see the mundane things I left. What seemed like hours ago? He was on one elbow facing me and stroking my front lightly with his hands. Encircling my breasts, lightly going over my belly, and just the faintest touch in my pussy region, which by now was happily satisfied as a kitten.

"It always takes a moment to regain consciousness, doesn't it?"

"Yes, how did you know what I was thinking?" He gave me a passionate deep kiss and I knew. 



Meeting Seth



Thanks to Seth for inspiring this. 

"All any woman every really wants from a man is to be cherished. The rest is just blather."

***

I had never planned for this to happen. I was bored one Sunday night.......all alone and no one to play with. Feeling horny and unused. Signed in with my usual screen name and none of my usual playmates were around. Deciding to try something new, I changed my screen name to "nasty-Samantha-sub." Well.........the avalanche of offers were astounding. 

A nice fellow going by the name of "Master_Seth" offered me a virtual chair. I sent him a private message on a whim. Well, that whim turned into eight hours of the most amazing cyber sex ever imagined. We started off around 3 am, and didn't stop until 11 am. I called in sick that morning..........the session just never seemed to end. We ended one scene and segued into another. 

That first night of talking and expelling our unused passion continued.........Tuesday, Wednesday, etc. Talking on the internet every night after work. I couldn't wait to get home from the office, work out, eat dinner, and then sign on. The first week we were all passion........exploring each other's body through the computer. Seeing what turned each other on......the usual, really.

***

A week turned into months..........after three months, we finally graduated to the phone. Nightly instant messaging turned into nightly phone calls. I had always vowed not to do this again.....this long-distance, phone sex relationship. But we had evolved far beyond phone sex before ever picking up the phone. We had brought ourselves in to each other's lives by then. My phone bill sky-rocketed.

I knew so much about him, but had never seen him. Never laid a hand on him. Never laced my fingers with his as we waked down the street. Never rested my head on his shoulder as we watched videos. We had done so much together and explored so much......but I never got to look into his eyes. 

Shortly after Thanksgiving we were talking on the phone, and the topic finally came up. The meet. The visit. Scheduled for just after Christmas. 

Standing at our relatively small airport.............wishing I had managed to lose another 20 pounds before he arrived. I had sent him a photo of me from a much thinner time and warned him that I looked nothing like that anymore, HA, HA, and that I was as fat as a house now. But I don't think he believed me. I really should have warned him.

I have struggled with my weight all of my life. At 35, I am still struggling..........bouncing between a health-food / exercise Goddess and a carbohydrate addict/couch potato, depending on which way the wind blows. I know I'll always struggle, and have made a lot of strides. But knowing that he is coming has spent me into a month of spinach salads and four hours of exercise per day. And still I know it won't be enough. 

He is a triathelete........competing in amateur Ironman competitions and adventure racing. Oh - and he's also an actual rocket scientist. Really. An aerospace engineer. What is a moderately intelligent, mostly couch-potato girl to do? She exercises her ass off, that's what she does. And stops eating for a month. Except for spinach salads. 

Still, I know it won't be enough. I want to please him.........and I know it won't be enough. I try to hint at it in conversation, but can't seem to get out the words. Something like "Sweetie, I'm too fat for you to have interest in me." But he keeps denying it. His dick is in charge now. I can keep up with him intelligence-wise, I think. Just not body-wise. 

And he is coming. 

I start to panic. I wax everything I possible can. Get manicures and pedicures and facials. The closer the date gets, the more I try to hint that I won't live up to his expectations. I hope that I do, and yet am not optimistic. I know that he will be sorely disappointed. 

Will he see the muscle through the fat? Will he see how I can now run two whole miles without stopping? Hopeful, but not optimistic. But if nothing else, I can have a clean house.

***

I sit and wait at the airport. Christmas Day was just 2 days ago and the decorations are still up. The canned holiday music still pipes through the airport sound system. And I want a cigarette sooooooooo badly right now but I quit a month ago. 

I can see his plane taxiing to the gate. If I could run I would. But I can't. Can't let him get off the plane and not have someone there. 

And there he is........I could have picked him out simply from the questioning look in his eye as he disembarked and scanned the terminal. I hold a sign labeled "Sweet Cheeks". Our little inside joke.

We go a little Italian restaurant.......dim lighting, small tables, great food. Enjoying glasses of Chianti as we wait for our food. So shy with each other, still taking in each other's presence. Feeling our auras, perhaps. 

We chat about your flight, our jobs, getting caught up with each other. I can't read you, and start to get nervous. I can feel your disappointment sneaking out of you like a dirty little secret. This has been a mistake. You should never have come. I can barely stand to look at you.......can barely stand to be looked at. I speak looking into my dinner, finishing my chicken. When in doubt, just eat. I feel the warmth of the restaurant and the closeness of it all on my skin, bearing down on me. 

We finish our entrée's and order dessert and coffee, I nervously excuse myself to visit the restroom to try to compose myself and figure out how to let you out of this without making you feel like a callous jackass. I start to rise, and you put your hand on mine. 

"Samantha, are you ok?" you ask, concerned.

"Um, yeah, I just need to freshen up." I can't even look at you as I speak. I need to escape, to just melt away and leave you.

"Ok." You say, letting my hand go.

I almost run to the restroom, punching the door open and scaring the hell out of the little old Italian lady putting on her lipstick. I mumble my apologies, sheepishly. She scurries out of the ladies room, leaving me to myself. I check myself in the mirror, making sure my make up is ok, distracting myself. Fixing my lipstick, looking into my eyes. I have never felt more inadequate. I have never felt uglier. 

I look away from myself, trying to shake my inadequacies away like the cloak that they are. Resting my hands on the sides of the sink, holding myself together. Trying decide what is the logical next step. Thinking, thinking, thinking. Trying to determine the best win-win scenario here........the one that leaves both of us on top. 

I look up at myself and know. I know everything that I had feared. I blink away a tear, but know that it has to be done. I can feel your disappointment even in here. It mixes with my own disappointment at myself and swirls around my heart, diving into my soul and just lays there. In the dark, cold place inside me that I try not to visit too often.

I take a couple of deep breathes and compose myself, trying to look somewhat together. I leave the restroom and return to the table, only to see our dessert wrapped up to go. You see me approach, and rise, holding my coat open for me to slide into. 

"Let's get out of here." You say.

I feel guilty.....I've been in the restroom so long that you have taken care of the check. I had intended to pay for dinner. 

"Seth, I wanted to get the bill. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to leave for you to take care of it," I protest. 

You grab the plastic bags of dessert with one hand and my hand with the other and pull me from the restaurant, pulling us out into the cold, late-December air. So crisp and refreshing on my face after the heat and closeness of the restaurant. 

We walk silently down city streets to my car parked in the lot. We get in my car, me in the driver's seat. I start to put the key in the ignition and you stop me, taking the keys from my hand. 

"Samantha, talk to me."

I just look at the steering wheel, wishing that I had the words. 

"Sam."

"Look," I respond, looking straight ahead out the windshield. "I know you're disappointed. I think it would be best if I took you to your hotel, and if you like, we can go skiing or something. Or you may be able to move your flight up earlier. Its ok, I understand."

You take a beat and ask "What exactly do you understand?"

I feel all of the disappointments of my entire life pulse through me, and I can't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes.

"I understand that I'm not what you thought I would be. I don't want to put you in an uncomfortable situation. So I have no problem in dropping you at the hotel and calling it even. I'm sorry you had to come all this way. I tried to warn you, and worked so hard, but I just couldn't get there!"

"Where, Sam?"

"I couldn't get thin enough in time. I'm sorry. Look, I don't want to put you in any more of an uncomfortable situation, so let me take you to your hotel and...."

"Is this what is bothering you? You don't think that you don't please me? That you are unattractive to me?"

"Well.......yes" my eyes downcast as I answer.

"Sam.............do you have any idea how much control it took me throughout dinner not to throw you down and take you right there on the table?" You ask, incredulously.

Well. This has me completely nonplussed. I open my mouth to say something, but have no response to that. 

"Samantha, look at me."

I look up and over you, shyly. Your hand caresses my cheek as you study my face. 

"Do you really want to call it quits right now? If you really want to send me away, I can live with that. But don't send me away because you think you're not enough. Do you want me to go away?" you ask.

I lean into your hand caressing me and shake my head no, closing my eyes.

"Look at me, Sam."

I open my eyes and see you.....sitting next to me in my small car, on a dark, cold December night.........I look into your eyes and I know that I couldn't possibly send you away. 

"No, I don't want you to go away."

You lean in and kiss me softly, your warm lips on mine for real, finally. You pull away slightly, then lean in again, our kisses soft and gentle, lover's pecks. Once, twice, thrice, and finally sinking in on me, your lips opening mine. Our mouths playing over each other, discovering, pressing. My arms curling around you, pulling you close to me. I feel your tongue testing me, making its way. I invite you into my mouth, the tip of my tongue grazing yours, pulling you into me. I finally understand the full passion of the french kiss - the invitation to my mouth, my body. Our tongues swirl around each other, dancing, tasting the red wine from dinner. 

Our kiss plays out and we pull away, both you and I slightly stunned. I look at you and hold out my hand for the keys. You laugh softly, and hand them over. I start up the car, turning on the defrost to burn away the mist that has developed on the inside of the windshield. The mist of our passion. I drive us to my loft, the previously reserved hotel room forgotten by your kiss. 

***

We arrive at my loft - dark hardwood floors, white paint and large expanses of windows. A living area, dining area, and bedroom in a nook, separated from the rest of the space by purple velvet curtains. I light a fire, and we sit on the sofa lit by firelight, listening to old Dire Straits, eating our dessert from the restaurant. Tasting each other's selections......chocolate mousse cake for me and tiramisu for you. Playing, enjoying each other's company. I keep looking at your hands and thinking of all the things I have imagined them doing. 

While enjoying some more wine, I glance out the window and see that snowflakes are starting to fall. 

"Ohhhh look! Its snowing!" I exclaim, rising to stand at one of the large windows to see the night more clearly and gaze out at the snow tumbling down. I know you are watching me, lit by the crackling fire and Christmas Tree lights. I hear you rise and know you are coming to me. And yet I still tense as I feel you stand up behind me and rest your hands on my shoulders. 

"Relax, Samantha" You say softly in your deep voice.

I laugh softly, and take a deep breath, trying to expel all my nerves and anxiety.

You start to gently knead my shoulders, where I keep all of the stresses of life bottled up. Your fingers playing against my muscles, feeling the knots there and working them out with your strong hands.

I sigh and watch the snowflakes tumble down to earth, coating the bare tree limbs. Your fingers massage the back of my neck and I feel a chill of anticipation shoot through my body as your warm hands turn from massaging to stroking. Your fingers traveling from the back of my neck to my ear and down to my shoulder, then repeated on the other side. Your lips graze the side of my neck and I close my eyes, dipping my head forward to encourage you. Your mouth so soft and warm on my sensitive skin, tasting me.

"You smell so good" you whisper in my ear and your hot breath there gives me a shiver leading straight to my core.

You wrap your arms around me and I lean back against you, resting my head against your chest. Your body feels so solid against my soft curves.....a pillar of strength standing behind me and holding me. I close my eyes and savor this feeling.......this feeling of having you here after so long, knowing that soon I'll be able to feel my skin against yours........this exquisite feeling of anticipation. 

I finally tear myself away from you, whispering "I'll be back" and change clothes in my bedroom. I slip into one of my new outfits - a black lace bustier with snaps down the back and matching panties, topped by a silk leopard-print robe. Knotting the sash of the robe around my waist, I feel myself so excited, knowing that I am dressing for you.........dressing only to be undressed. 

I re-enter the fire-lit room and notice that you have added another log in my absence. You stand in the bay window watching the snow as I once did, your back to me as I walk up behind you, sliding my hands up your back. You start at my touch and turn. 


"Sam......oh man...." Your eyes seem to glaze over as you take in my attire.

I offer you my hand, pulling you towards me, sliding my hands up our chest, undoing your tie and draping it across my neck. Unbuttoning your shirt, pulling it off your body.........there it is........your flesh. I rest my cheek against your naked chest and feel your warmth as I unbuckle your belt, trousers.......undressing you, divesting you of your new suit, so unnecessary now. 

You stand before me in your nakedness...........you are, simply, a work of art. The endless hours of running making you lean and hard.....and so strong. Standing before each other in the firelight, the light of orange flames dancing around the room and playing against our bodies. 

You reach down undo the sash of my robe, sliding the silk down my shoulders until it puddles on the floor at my feet. You bend down and kiss my neck where it meets my shoulder, your tongue traveling along my neck as I dip my head back. Licking me across my neck and up to my chin, then your lips are on mine - tasting me, licking my lips, making my tongue want to come out and play with yours. You suck my tongue into your mouth as your hand travels down to my right breast, squeezing it through my bustier. 

You stop kissing me as you introduce yourself to my breasts.......your thumbs stroking the skin just above the lace as you feel their weight. I can feel my nipples start to harden as you explore through the fabric. Kissing the tops of my décolletage, then pulling down one of the cups, exposing my semi-hard nipple and large aereola. You lean down and your mouth covers my nipple, taking it in your mouth sucking gently. Then licking around it in wide circles, feeling my nipple crinkle and harden further beneath your tongue while you stroke my other breast with your hand. I look down at you entranced, my hand stroking your hair as I arch my back, offering my breasts to you.

You switch to the other side, pulling down the lace and making that nipple come alive as well, making me moan softly. I close my eyes and enjoy your suckling, until you take my nipple between your teeth and nibble on me.

"Oh!" My eyes fly open in surprise as you bite gently on one nipple, then the other. "Seth!" I giggle......your forwardness amusing me, for some reason.

"Just wanted to see if you were paying attention" you joke.

"Oh don't worry - I'm fully awake."

I sit on the edge of the coffee table, my breasts hanging out of the bustier, and spread my legs. "Come here."

You stand between my legs, your cock standing up nicely for me already. My hands stroke up the back of your thighs to your ass and up your lower back. Sliding around your waist and down your abs to the base of your cock. I give you a couple of strokes with my hand, feeling your hot skin stretched over your hard on. 

I look up at you and can't help but smile at the look of intense concern on your face. 

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him."

"You promise?" you say with a smile.

I smile back, looking into your eyes just before I take you in my mouth and dive down on your cock, stroking you twice between my lips before pulling off.

"Is that a good enough promise?" I ask, teasingly.

"Ohhh man.......yes....good enough. Now do it again."

We laugh and I do as requested, taking you back in my mouth and working you up and down, getting you fully hard so I can do my exploring now.

I pull off and lick you up and down, then swirl my tongue around the head like an ice cream cone. I wrap my lips around the head and give it short little sucks, and am rewarded with a low guttural moan from you. I smile up at you before my mouth works up and down your pole, my tongue cradling the underside as I feel you push against the back of my throat. I worship your cock with my licking and sucking, while my left hand strokes your balls gently with the soft pads of my fingers. 

I work up a good rhythm sliding up and down as I grip your cock tightly between my lips. My hands squeezing your ass cheeks as your hips rock back and forth, feeding me your cock. I love pleasuring you with my mouth, taking your most precious possession between my lips and feasting on it. 

Your fingers intertwine with my short hair as your thrusts become more urgent, more rigid. I can feel your ass start to tense under my hands and know it is close. I moan, sending little vibrations up and down your cock as you fuck my face. I tighten my lips around you as you start to swell and thrust forward, pushing your cock down the back of my throat. You pulse inside my mouth, sending that first delicious shot of cum deep into my mouth and I swallow it greedily. You thrust again and again, shooting in my mouth and filling it with your cream. 

Your orgasm spent, you stagger back a couple of steps as I finish swallowing up your gift. I lick my lips wickedly as you stand there on weak knees, slightly dazed. Grabbing a comforter from the bedroom and spreading it on the floor in front of the fire, I gesture for you to lay down. 

You collapse on the blanket on your back, panting slightly, and close your eyes. I lay next to you propped up on one elbow and just look at you. The fire crackles and spits occasionally as we rest, its heat keeping us warm on this cold December night.

***

You make love to me so gently that first night........seducing me, making me feel warm and cherished. Coaxing my body, petting me, stroking me from the inside out. Letting me take in your heat in a slow, slow burn from my head to my toes. 

Our passion rising and mingling with the heat from the fire as you took me......laying on top of me and sliding into me so fully, your length nestled inside my soft folds, moving slowly as we kiss, and finally expelling inside me. 




Meeting 'Sharedhousewife'



My name is Ken, and imagine my surprise when I found the Literotica site after twenty-years of living next to Donna (Sharedhousewife). I live in the swanky area of Glendale, AZ. in the subdivision known as Arrowhead Ranch. A couple in their late thirties, Donna and Scott, moved there in 1996. My wife, Karen, became well-known in the neighborhood when the local paper announced that she gardened and mowed the back yard nude (she's a nudist). Little did I know that my new next-door neighbor was a Hotwife!

Every week on her day off, and sometimes on weekends with Scott, I would peer over the wall between our backyards and catch Donna entertaining naked men, or involved in threesomes with Scott and another man. Occasionally, Scott would photograph or video Donna engaged with other men in sexual activities. I had no idea that Donna and Scott had written stories of the escapades on an adult site until I stumbled onto Literotica and read their stories. I even recognized things I had witnessed while spying on them from my yard.

For almost three years, I'd had a unfulfilled fantasy. Donna was in good physical shape, even though Donna had two children. She has blonde hair, large breasts, a flat stomach, curvy hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass. Believe me, I've enjoyed the fact that my kitchen window gives a view of their back yard, complete with Donna laying out in a skimpy bikini or even nude. 

Scott worked for State law-enforcement and was at work often. While a three-some would certainly have been enjoyable, I had often thought about Donna and I having an encounter when Scott was gone. I had observed and learned that Donna often entertained other men during the day, and I had spied her sexual encounters with other men in her backyard pool and spa. 

On the day it finally happened, I had the day off. It was hot, about 90, but there was little humidity. I had gone jogging early that morning, returning at 7:00 A.M. to see Donna looking good in a thigh-length robe, retrieving her newspaper. She whistled at me in my running shorts, the first indication I'd ever gotten that she was flirtatious; I flashed her a smile and wiggled my ass at her, yelling out "You want it - come get it!" She laughed and went back inside, her bare ass peeking out from the robe.  

Anyway, later I heard Donna's back door open and shut, followed by the sounds of the chaise lounge scraping on cool deck, which soon quieted. I went over and stood on the diving board of our pool, which gave me a view over the cinderblock wall. Donna was lying out about twenty feet from me, at an angle facing towards me, her eyes closed. I felt stirrings in my shorts as I took in her toned, tanned legs, the string bikini barely covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her glorious breasts accented by her dark areola, and the blonde hair around her face. Rather than have her catch me staring, I called out "Looking good!" 

Donna's eyes popped open and quickly found mine. She looked a little startled, but made no attempt to cover her naked breasts. She got up and came over to the wall, giving me a great view of her tanned breasts, which were bouncing due to their lack of confinement. I felt my cock harden in response. She invited me over for a cold beer, so I walked around her house and entered through her side gate. When I reached her lounge chair and again eyed her nude breasts, my member hardened in response and she seemed to catch on and smiled a bit. 

Donna just looked at it, smiled a bit wider, and offered me a cold beer. I noticed that her nipples were a bit more hardened. We went inside and I commented on the lack of children. She smiled again, and said that they were out at friends' houses, so she had the day to herself. I stood behind her and pressed my hips against her ass, nestling my cock between her ass cheeks. She pressed her hips backwards and rotated them a bit, fitting my hard-on near her vulva. 

Still playful, neither of us making a major move, though both clearly wanted to, we went in to the living room and sat down, Donna on the couch, me on a chair facing her. Donna then got up and bent way over to turn on the TV. Her bikini bottom slipped further up her ass cheeks and, from my vantage point, I could see the outline of her swelling pussy lips. She stood back up and started the VCR. She had obviously been watching a tape earlier, since it started in the middle of a scene. 

When the movie first started up, I recognized Donna running her hands over her breasts, tweaking and massaging her erect nipples. I recognized Scott's voice directing Donna to lie back on the bed and spread her legs wide, then a close-up of a very wet shaved pussy. Then a man who I had seen previously in the backyard with Donna, nude and sporting a ten-inch erection, climbed between Donna's legs and sank his ten inches fully into Donna's exposed pussy as she moaned loudly.

My cock had gotten even harder as Donna spread her legs a bit on the couch, allowing me to see a growing wet spot at her crotch. She also was lightly running her fingers along the outline of her bikini bottom and sometimes over and around her pubic area. Her nipples, if possible, grew more erect. I got up, thinking I should have earlier, and sat down next to Donna on the couch. I reached my right hand around her shoulder into her blonde tresses and ran the other down to trace along the bottom of one breast. I felt her lips vibrate with a muffled moan as I covered them with mine. With my left hand, I traced over to the other breast, spiraled in to the nipple, and gently pulled it between two fingers. One of Donna's hands slipped down to my shorts and began to rub my cock. Our tongues were alternately entwined and probing. 

Her breasts, fully revealed and unsupported, were at least a 'D' cup. They hung ever so slightly and met naturally at her sternum. Her areolas were a large-sized and slightly darker pink than her large, erect nipples. We moved closer and started another passionate kiss. With my left hand, I traced an inward spiral over the smooth skin of her breast, arousing a shiver, and took the nipple between the base of my second and third finger. Then, cupping her breast but also stimulating her nipple directly, I moved my hand in little circles, sometimes pulling the nipple outwards. 

During my play with her nipples, Donna had started massaging my cock again. Though it was still restrained by my shorts, I felt it jump as Donna squeezed it lightly, and gasped a bit with the feeling. Donna then broke our kiss and moved back slightly. She got up and went over to the TV. I moved over to the TV as well and pressed my hips forward against her ass as she bent over and took the tape out. As she stood up, tape in hand, I thrust my hips even further forward and reached both hands around to cup her breasts and brush her nipples. 

Donna twisted around in my arms and nestled her hips against mine. I could feel her breasts, tipped by erect nipples, press against my bare chest. She kissed me lightly and mentioned her bedroom. I was tempted to pick her up by her hips, so that she would lock her legs around me, and carry her into the bedroom. I tilted my head towards the hallway and followed her into the bedroom. 

Again, I stood behind her, thrusting my hips forward and massaging her breasts. She bent over a little bit, moving her hips backwards, creating more pressure on my rock-hard cock, and reached around behind her to pull me closer to her. I began running one hand up and down, from breast to navel and back, gradually working lower. As I did this, I was nibbling on an ear, planting little kisses in her hair, on her neck, on her shoulders, doing my best to drive her crazy. 

Donna had been moaning a little and trembling slightly whenever I whispered wetly in her ear or dotted her hair with kisses. After working slowly down the edges of the bikini, brushing her thighs with my fingers, and returning to massage her breasts, I finally let my hand brush down past her navel, over to top of her bikini bottom, along the edges of the bikini towards her inner thighs, along her upper thighs. Finally, I let one finger extend from that hand, trace lightly along the wet patch on the bikini, and apply pressure, ever so slightly, from the back of her covered cleft to the front. 

Donna shuddered and moaned a bit, then stopped me and turned around. Her breasts were red from my attention and her face was getting flushed. Donna kissed me once, quickly, and then tugged my shorts down. My seven-inch cock sprang free from its long confinement and stood out proudly as I stepped out of my only clothing. As Donna stood up, her breasts brushed along my cock and gained a thin line of pre-cum. She grabbed me by the cock, led me over to the bed, and left me stretched out in the middle of the bed, watching her. 

Donna walked over to the dresser and leaned against its edge, spreading her legs to show the large wet spot at the crotch of her bikini bottoms. Then, she closed her eyes and began massaging her breasts, tugging on the nipples and pressing the smooth globes together with the sides of her arms. Almost involuntarily, her right hand crept in little circles down to her navel, down to the top of her bikini bottoms, down the blue fabric to run along her slit. She brought fingers to her face, inhaled the scent, and then licked what moisture there was free. The next time her hand crept down, it slipped underneath her bikini. She put one hand on the dresser behind her and raised her hips enough to slide the bottoms free. I was exerting all my willpower to keep in place and not explode right there from the erotic influence Donna was having on me. 

I must have made some noise, because Donna seemed to come back to what was going on. She stepped completely out of her bikini and stood nude, glorious, and aroused before me. She then turned around and bent over, giving me a great view of her gorgeous ass and pouty vulva. Her breasts I saw only as two globes hanging partially in view between her legs. I could also see her pussy, puffy with arousal. Tiny droplets of Donna's juices hanging from her lips, a sight that turned me on even more. She licked one finger and then placed it between her legs and touching her labia. After lightly rubbing around her slit, Donna pressed inwards briefly and then ran her finger forward, bisecting her swollen lips. After licking her finger clean, Donna ran her finger along her swollen slit again, this time pressing a bit deeper, a bit harder. 

I couldn't stand watching her any longer; and therefore, got up and pulled her to the bed. Donna ran her fingers lightly over the head of my cock, spreading the droplet of pre-cum that had oozed out over my cockhead. I couldn't believe how good such a simple action felt. After tugging on Donna's nipples for a minute, I moved my hands down to her dripping pussy. After pressing the tip of my finger against her clit, I moved it further back and applied pressure to the length of her slit. Donna shuddered a bit, but moved away from my finger. At first, I didn't know why, but her motive soon became apparent. 

Donna traced the fingertips of both hands down my chest and stomach, leaning low enough that her nipples brushed a double line as well. When she reached my navel, my cock slipped in between her breasts and bumped along her sternum. I left a slippery line of pre-cum along her sternum to match the earlier, now dried line running over both of her breasts. I was reveling in the sights and sounds of Donna's actions when she began intensifying them. Gently at first, but with gaining strength, Donna jacked my cock with both hands. After doing this for a while and thoroughly coating the head of my cock with my pre-cum, she leaned down and blew a hot, wet breath along the length of my cock, ending by tickling the hair on my balls. When she gently squeezed my balls, my cock jumped involuntarily. 

Donna smiled to see what she was doing to me, and took just the tip of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the opening at the tip of my cock and tasting the pre-cum there. As she swirled her tongue around the rest of my cock head and trilled around the sensitive ridge, my cock jumped again and my hips involuntarily flexed slightly. Donna then took the length of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I could tell already that she was good at giving head. As I looked down past her blonde crowned head, I could see from movement of her hips that she was working on herself, too. As Donna ran her tongue along the underside of my cock increased her suction, I knew I wouldn't be able to long. Already, I could feel a hallmark pleasant tightening of my stomach muscles. Between gasps of pleasure and involuntary thrusts into Donna's mouth, I told her I was getting ready to cum. 

Donna responded by squeezing my balls and, if possible, taking me further into her mouth, sucking even harder, and rolling her tongue in still more delightful convolutions. I had both hands on her head, running through her blonde hair, helping me actively thrust against her mouth. I was getting closer and closer to the edge; I could feel my balls pulling in to my body in anticipation of what wasn't far away. Donna finally pushed me over the edge when she ran her tongue repeatedly around the sensitive ridge on my penis. I thrust spasmodically against her mouth and held her head tightly as I started spurting down her throat. Donna didn't even try to move away; she just kept sucking my cock, swallowing its load and draining the last of the semen that had boiled forth from my balls. After I had collapsed back against the bed and was idly caressing Donna's hair, she let my softening cock slip out of her mouth and moved up to kiss me. 

As I found out, Donna hadn't swallowed all my load; I tasted my sperm as our tongues entwined. No woman had ever given me a blowjob even approaching hers; further, no woman had ever kissed me with my sperm still in her mouth. I was determined to give Donna as massive an orgasm as I'd had. 

So, after recovering for a minute, I turned Donna over on her back. Though I was pretty certain Donna was already highly aroused; I couldn't possibly skip over her lovely breasts. I kissed her lips as my hands ran circles around her globes. As I traced the tip of my tongue down her throat to a collarbone, I started to squeeze each very erect nipple between my fingers. Then I ran my tongue along her collarbone out to her shoulder and back. Once I reached her sternum again, I traced along her sternum with my tongue and continued down the underside Donna's left breast. I could feel her shiver in anticipation and could certainly see her arousal in her tightly erect nipples. 

Unable to resist those nipples, I spiraled the tip of my tongue inwards until I was licking broad, rough circles around her nipple, enticing the nipple to new heights. Donna pressed my head roughly against her breasts and gasped. I started licking the other breast and then alternated, doing my best to drive Donna crazy. When she began trying to push me downwards between gasps and moans, I figured I was getting close. So, I traced my fingers slowly downwards, just barely touching the skin. Similarly, I had my tongue arc in lazy parabolas down to her navel, down to her smooth pubic area. Donna's hips began to arch to meet my tongue and fingers; as she forced her hips upwards, I moved my tongue and hands back, prolonging her enjoyment. After arching her back to its fullest, she collapsed back on the bed and awaited my touch. Her fingers were slowly massaging her nipples and breasts, a small motion that turned me on even more. 

I ran my fingers around the edges of her pubes, then caressed her inner thighs, and finally ran them along her swollen pussy lips. The light hairs between her legs were slick with sweat and an occasional depending drop of her nectar. As I moved my fingers around her pussy, Donna's legs spread wider, giving me better access. When her legs were spread almost as far as they would go, I spread her pussy lips and blew gently upon her wetness. I could see the hard nubbin her clit made and blew against that until it popped free of its sheath. As I blew each time, Donna's stomach muscles would contract and relax. 

When her clit popped free, I slowly ran a finger around her pussy, applying light pressure at first, but increasing the pressure gradually. When the finger was wet with her juices, I slowly inserted it into Donna's depths. Her breath came as an abrupt whoosh, then a slow, excruciating inhale. I moved my other hand back to her ass and caressed it, finally pressing one finger against her brown hole. She seemed to like that; I set up an alternating rhythm, first pressing a finger on her hole while massaging her outer lips, then tracing around her ass cheeks as I probed a finger far into her warm, wet pussy. As Donna's moans began to intensify, I traced my tongue around Donna's engorged pussy lips. She jerked upright and pressed my head against herself, clearly enjoying the sensations. I was too.

Donna's juices were sweet and copious. I sucked on each lip, drawing it out and letting it relax back, eliciting moans and shudders. By now, Donna's hips were rocking back and forth, gradually picking up speed. When I fastened my lips to Donna's clit and hummed, her moans turned to a muffled yelp, and subsided gradually. I could feel her approaching orgasm and started moving two fingers inside of her in addition to my tongue on her clit. Donna began pressing her hands down on my head, forcing more pressure on her sensitive nerve endings. As my fingers moved back and forth, probing up the third knuckle, her pussy made sucking noises. Donna began moaning even louder and bucking her hips against my face. I lubricated a finger with Donna's juices and pressed it slowly against her asshole. 

As the finger circled her rim and gradually moved inwards and I drove my tongue all the way up her pussy, the sensations abruptly became too much for her. Every muscle tensed (including her thighs, with squeezed tightly around my head) and she began to quiver spasmodically, still bucking wildly against my face. As she orgasmed, I continued to tongue-lash her, extending her throes of pleasure. Finally, after gushing pussy juice all over my face and hands, Donna's muscles relaxed and her breathing started to slow. I moved up alongside her and kissed her deeply, sharing with her the pussy juice I still held in my mouth. 

My cock was again jutting out from my body, a detail Donna soon noticed. She told me to lay on my back and began rubbing her hands between her legs and transferring the moisture to her breasts and especially her cleavage. I helped her out by licking between her breasts and on each nipple. By the time she lowered her breasts around my cock, the nipples were standing erect again. Donna began moving slowly back and forth, fucking my cock with her hanging breasts. As she was straddling my leg, I could feel her growing heat as she ground her pussy against it. Soon, she was breathing heavily and I was thrusting into her cleavage and groaning a bit myself. 

When Donna positioned herself over my cock and started to guide it inside, I asked about protection. Luckily, as I sure didn't want to stop, she had a complete hysterectomy. As she lowered herself, the tip of my cock touched her folds. We stopped there and moved in tiny but opposite circles, stimulating each other. Then, Donna slowly settled onto my cock. I couldn't believe the sensations; her pussy was very tight, though not the tightest I'd been in. Still, though, I could feel her pussy walls contract with the sudden intake of breath accompanying my full penetration. My cock jumped a bit, but subsided as we rested for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being joined. Then, Donna began lifting herself up and down and I began to thrust in time with her. Each time, my cock would pull out until the head was barely inside her and then would penetrate its full length. I was groaning and holding onto Donna's hips as she pulled on her nipples. 




Meeting 'Sharedhousewife'



Changing positions was good; I was starting to have a hard time holding back. We moved to classic missionary position. Again, I rubbed my cock head around her opening before thrusting slowly into her. She raised her hips up to meet my thrust and wrapped her legs around me until I was completely inside her. Reveling in the sensation of her warm, wet pussy grasping my cock, I started thrusting deeply and quickened the pace. Every once in a while, I'd pump Donna with a series of short, tight strokes that built tension in my loins. Donna started moaning loader as I pumped her, and shrieked "YES!" when I slipped a finger down to press on her clit from the top as my cock stimulated it from below. 

I knew I wouldn't last much longer and slowed down to try to prolong the ecstasy. Donna was flushed and breathing heavily; we were both covered with a sheen of sweat. As Donna's legs locked and unlocked around my hips, my ass was bucking with a life of its own, striving to meet Donna's thrusting hips and drive my cock even further into her tightness. The sounds of our sex were liquid as my cock stretched Donna's pussy lips around its circumference. The familiar tightening in my stomach told me that I couldn't last much longer. Between groans of pleasure as Donna contracted her muscles, I got across to Donna my impending orgasm. She began bucking even harder against me, trying to bring me to orgasm with her. She was pinching her nipples roughly, pulling them away from her breasts. Donna's pussy had been squeezing against my cock in firm contractions; suddenly it clamped down as her orgasm arrived, accompanied by Donna's wails of pleasure. 

With the added pressure and a last spasmodic thrust, I began to feel my semen boiling out of my balls and shooting deep into Donna's pussy. We were moaning and groaning together as our orgasms further stimulated each other. I had never come as long or as hard in my life. When my cock was finally done pulsating, Donna and I collapsed together and lay there, cooling off.

I repeated my escapades with Donna over the years and even engaged in threesomes with her husband. I am glad to be a part of her adventures, and to finding her escapades on Literotica.

Ken



Meeting Sir



"Guess what?" I typed into my instant messenger.

"What?" I received instantly.

"I'm coming to NYC at the end of the month! Too bad I don't know someone who could show me around."

After a minute, I read, "Yeah, that is too bad. Sucks to be you, I guess. LOL! Oh, wait, wait: I do believe I know someone who might be available."

"Do you now?"

"Oh, yes. He's perfect for you: tall, dark, handsome, a native, AND good with a paddle."

My pussy flooded with desire at those words from my online lover. We had been together online for over a year and this would be our first chance at a face to face meeting. I would be traveling to New York with my husband, who had a series of meetings. It wasn't the ideal arrangement, but I didn't have any other reason to go. I had just learned that morning that I could accompany my husband and already I was a bundle of nerves.

John, my online lover, fed my need to be dominated and spanked. I had asked my husband to be more forceful with me, but he treated me like spun glass. He always had. It was so gloriously sweet when we were first married, but I was getting the proverbial seven year itch, and getting it bad. I had changed and my needs had changed. 

I wanted—no, I needed—a lover to spank me and use me and force me. I wanted to feel excited and exciting. "Treasured" is lovely, of course, but sometimes I wanted "Dirty." 

So, I went online. I didn't start out with the idea of finding a lover. I started out just reading some sexy stories. I found out lots of women must feel like I feel—there were so many stories! Then I found the forum. I created a name and started participating. I quickly found that I could be more open, more daring, or even shocking. It was an intoxicating feeling of freedom and I was soon hooked.

Somehow, I fell into an easy relationship with John. It didn't start out sexual, but as we emailed, IM'ed, and chatted we revealed more of ourselves and our desires. Soon it became obvious our sexual desires were two halves of the same whole. John was the missing piece of me.

He introduced me to all sorts of feelings, toys, and practices that I had never experienced before. He was an amazing lover—and all from a thousand miles away. Now, finally, we would have a chance to meet in person. I hoped that we would have the same chemistry in person as we did online.

The next month crawled by. John and I made our plans for meeting, but that still left most of the time to an excited anticipation of the event.

Finally, finally, my husband and I made our way to New York. We'd be there for a week, for his meetings. I'd probably never see him, except late at night. I knew I would have lots of time to see the sights—I was particularly interested in visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art. After checking in to our hotel Monday morning, that's the first place I went.

John texted me to say he had taken Tuesday off at work and would spend the whole day with me. I was so excited: I can't even remember the paintings I went to look at! 

I prepared a fake itinerary in case my husband asked any questions, but he was gone before I even got up that morning. I carefully prepared myself for my lover: a full shave of my legs and pussy and then dressing in the bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings that I had bought especially for the occasion. I slipped on the little black dress and my fuck-me heels, picked up my special bag, and headed out to meet John.

John and I had exchanged photos, but nothing prepared me for the impact of meeting my lover in person. I knew that he was tall, with dark hair and eyes, and a sexy air about him that showed even in his pictures. But the way his smile lit up the room and the way his eyes drew me to him and the way subtle smiles played across his lips—those things I didn't know. And they devastated me.

I remember nothing of the coffee shop we met in that morning. All I remember is heat. A burning, searing fire in my brain, my nipples, and my cunt. John fed that fire the whole time we were there—touching me, teasing me, kissing me. He sat next to me at a tiny table, knees and feet entwined. He rubbed small circles on the back of my hand then sprinkled feathery kisses on the inside of my wrist.

He slipped his hand under the table and laid it on my thigh. After a moment, he inched my skirt up my legs. I squirmed, but stopped when he told me to be still. He asked me, "Are we going to do this, or not?"

I nodded.

"Answer me," he quietly demanded.

"Yes, Sir." I responded quietly. "We are going to do this, Sir. Please, Sir?" A chill went down my spine as I realized I really was going to let this man fuck me any way he wanted to.

He went back to hiking my skirt up my legs. My bare thighs were showing above my stockings and everyone seated around us could see. I felt my face burning. John decided he'd teased me enough and he stood. He picked up both of our small bags, then held his hand out to me. When I stood he moved his hand to the small of my back, and then to my ass. We walked like that to the hotel where he had reserved a room.

I asked John why we didn't just go to his place, since he was single. He said it was too far out. We wouldn't have to waste time traveling this way. I accepted his answer. Based on the amount of time it had taken me to get to the Met from my hotel room, it seemed sensible.

He retrieved the door key and we headed to the elevator. At that time of day, we were the only ones in it. John immediately turned to me and kissed me on the lips. Our first real kiss. It was magical! It was passionate! It was everything I hoped it would be!

We stumbled to the room. John quickly swiped the key card then threw our bags on a chair. We attacked each other: his hands unzipping my dress, my hands pulling at the buttons on his shirt. I slipped out of my dress and panties. He watched me as he undressed, looking at me hungrily. 

He said, "Babe, I've gotta be in you right now, no playing around. I've waited too long for this. I promise after this will be for you." 

He stalked me backwards to the bed until I collapsed on it. He grabbed my legs and jerked me close to him. He set his cock at my warm, wet entrance, and pushed slowly all the way in. He stopped and groaned, "SO fucking good!"

He retreated then slid slowly in to the hilt again. He groaned again, "Too damn good!"

He pulled back out and pinched his cock for a moment. When he was able again, he started fucking me, fast and hard. This was what I wanted: a man so desirous of me that he can't control himself! He punished my pussy with the force of his fucking. The kind of fucking I wanted so bad. An orgasm quickly built and I was screaming out wordlessly, my pussy grabbing his cock. He screamed out, "Fuuuu!" and his cum jetted deep into my pussy.

After a minute, he scooped me up higher on the bed. He lay down beside me and petted me, cooing sweet nothings in my ear. He always did that when we were online, too—it was one of the things that kept me coming back to him.

The cocoon of pleasure he had woven around us lulled us both to sleep.

Some time later, I woke up. Or, I thought I woke up. I couldn't be sure as I couldn't see. I tried to swat away whatever it was obstructing my vision and realized I couldn't move my hands. I tried kicking. I couldn't move my feet either. I called out, a little scared, "John? John is that you?" No one answered though.

Suddenly I smelled the sharp tang of orange peel. Something cold and wet touched my lips, insisting to be let in. I opened my mouth and the expected orange slice slid in. I ate it, grateful for the cool juices. Another orange slice touched my lips and I opened my mouth for it eagerly. But no orange slice slid in. Instead I jerked as I felt the cool juices of the orange, I assume, drip down on my breast. That was followed by a warm mouth licking and sucking the juices away.

Next I heard the sound of a lighter being flicked, and the slight smell of burning. I jerked again, violently, when hot wax was dribbled over my tummy. I cried out and another orange slice was put in my mouth. I ate the orange slice as the wax cooled. 

Next, I felt tickling on the soles of my feet. It was so light I wasn't sure if it was even there. I concentrated on determining what, if anything, was happening to my feet. 

So I was startled by a finger softly investigating the folds of my pussy. My attention focused on that finger. I moaned and it was replaced with an ice cube. I shrieked with the shocking cold of it as it followed the path the finger had previously traced. My shrieks brought a hand down firmly on my mouth. 

The ice cube was pushed into my cunt. I squirmed and wiggled, gasping with the cold, trying to dislodge the cube. I managed not to shriek, though, and the hand slowly moved down from my mouth to a breast. At first the hand just cupped my breast, allowing my nipple to brush against the palm as I tried to move away from the ice. But gradually the hand began squeezing; pleasantly firmly and then tighter and tighter until it was the hand I wished to get away from. A mouth descended on my other breast then, sucking sweetly. A tongue flicked gently back and forth across the tight nub of my nipple as the other breast was being held in a vice grip. The pleasure at one breast and the pain from the other confused my senses. I didn't know whether to moan in agony or ecstasy.

Suddenly the hand and the mouth were both gone. Relief and regret flooded me at the loss. As the throbbing in the mauled breast ebbed, a fire began to burn in the other. There must have been something in his mouth, I realized, as the heat scorched my nipple and aureole. I panted and huffed with the growing agony of the burn.

My senses were distracted just a bit as I felt the feather-light tickling on the bottoms of my feet again. I tried to shift my attention to the more pleasurable tickling and was grateful to find the burn receding as the tickling took over. I realized, as the tickling began to move up my legs, that it must actually be feathers. They danced across my skin, leaving me delightfully sensitized. Higher up my leg to my thighs the feathers danced. I began to anticipate their touch on my pussy. What would that feel like, I wondered. They'll get all wet, I thought, giggling.

The feathers spent an agonizingly short time teasing my pussy before they moved up. Tickling across my tummy made me squeal and giggle and try to get away again. But dancing across my breasts was delightfully teasing. I pushed my breasts up into the teasing feathers, but they moved on to my neck and face. When the feathers kissed my lips I smelled my arousal on them.

The kiss of the feathers was replaced by the kiss of two orange-sweet lips. I eagerly returned the kiss.

A hand cupped my mound, just resting there as we kissed. I pushed my hips up to try to increase contact with the hand. Fingers slowly traced up and down my pussy while the thumb started big circles around my engorged clit. The kiss ended as the fingers pushed into my wet hot core, one at a time. After three fingers were inserted, they began to fuck me. The thumb circled tighter around my clit.

I gasped with pleasure, only to find my mouth immediately filled with cock. The cock's movements matched the fingers' movements. I felt gloriously dirty and well-used being fucked in two of my holes simultaneously. As my orgasm approached, my mouth stilled as I focused on the thumb strumming my clit. The cock and the fingers increased to a furious pace. I arched off the bed, gagging on cock, but not caring.

I heard muffled sounds as the cock slipped from my throat. I inhaled deeply, gasping, while my pussy kept clenching. I felt hot wet cum splash my mouth and neck. I stuck my tongue out and licked up what I could reach.

One by one my limbs were released. Then the mask covering my eyes was lifted. John took each hand in his, massaging the blood back into them. He moved to my feet and did the same with my ankles. He wiped the remaining cum from my face using a wet cloth and a caress. I sighed deeply.

John lay down beside me and pulled me to him. "That was amazing, pet."

I nodded. I couldn't express my happiness and satisfaction adequately, except to try to do so with kisses. He let me pepper his face and upper chest with light kisses for several minutes, then took my face in both of his hands, stilling it. He captured my eyes with his and I saw all of his longing for me in them. My heart skipped a beat as the precious moment stretched out. He slowly lowered his mouth to mine, kissing lips to lips, sweetly, then with more pressure. Soon he was ravishing my mouth and I was breathless with desire again.

He broke the kiss, still cradling my face. He chuckled low and said, "I'm good, pet, but not that good. Come. Let's eat and rest a bit."

I sat up in bed, smiling, and John brought over a large tray filled with crudites and finger sandwiches. We fed them to each other, each of us suddenly ravenous. John had ordered champagne as well. We toasted each others' most favorite body parts, giggling and kissing.

Soon we were sated yet tipsy. We fell to the bed in a tumble of limbs and were both asleep again in a moment.

I awoke some time later, needing to pee. I extricated myself from John's embrace as gently as I could and padded, naked, to the bathroom. Returning to the bedroom, I noticed John's pants laying across a table. The hump where his wallet was in his pocket was clear. I looked at the wallet and realized I could find an awful lot of either proof or disproof of the things John had told me over the last year. Was he really single? No kids? Never married?

I was tempted, very tempted. I reached for the wallet but paused, then pulled my hand back. I made the conscious decision, as I had many times before, to trust him. I had no other choice.

I turned to the bed. There he was: John, Sir. My lover. In word and now in deed. My heart filled with emotions I wasn't sure I could handle. How was I ever going to be able to walk away from him after this? My eyes filled with tears I struggled not to shed.

John lifted his head and looked directly at me. His head tilted as he said, "Hey, now, pet! None of that!"

I tried a shaky smile.

John stood up and reached for me. I walked into his embrace. He wiped a tear from my cheek that I hadn't realized I'd cried. "Our time is short, yes," he said. "But that just means we have to make the most of it, doesn't it?"

I nodded against his chest. How did he know me so well, I wondered for the hundredth time. 

"Now what can I do to jolly you out of your funk?" John made a big show of pretending to ponder the question deeply. Already my mood began to lift.

"A joke, a joke!" he cried. Wiggling his eyebrows theatrically at me, he asked, "What does a wicked chicken lay?"

"I have no idea," I replied, smiling broadly.

"Deviled eggs!"

I groaned at the joke, but John's overly dramatic, triumphant recital of the answer had me laughing out loud. John laughed along with me.

We hugged after that, John looking down into my eyes. His smile held approval. "There's my pet." He dropped a kiss on my nose.

I was so gratified to win John's approval. I often felt as though I lived for his approval, and this was one of those times. I was so very tempted to tell him that I loved him, but I refrained. We had agreed long ago not to use "the L word." Perhaps we could keep our emotions under control if we neither said it nor heard it. Well, we thought it was worth a try.

John went to the bed and pulled out all the restraints he had used on me before. He grinned at me as he asked, "Ready to ramp it up?"

The undisguised want in John's face and voice nearly undid me. The hint of danger in the idea of "ramping it up" sent a frisson of fear down my spine. I felt goose pimples raise on my skin.

I think John saw that instant of fear—I saw his cock jump and grow. He narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice, pointing to a small desk. "Bend over the desk."

John used the restraints to lash my wrists and ankles to the legs of the desk. Satisfied with his work, he walked around the desk, looking at me. My asshole and pussy were completely exposed to him. I felt embarrassed and vulnerable. But I knew that he was seeing a wet pussy, with lips engorged in desire.

The longer he looked at me, the more apprehensive and yet impatient I grew. I whimpered with desire and frustration.

As though he was waiting for my whimper, he then moved to stand in front of me. I could see his cock fully hard, bobbing in my face. He grabbed a big handful of my hair and used it to hold my head still. His other hand guided his cock to my face, rubbing it across my cheeks and lips.

"Open, pet."

I opened my mouth and he slid his cock between my lips, his hands going to my head and down my back. He ran his fingers through my hair once, then again, but stopped with his fingers buried in my hair and gripping my head. He held my head still and pumped his hips back and forth. I swirled my tongue around his cock. My mouth filled with saliva, then ran out, coating my chin.

Being tied up and used was quite erotic, but it wasn't quite enough. I wanted...more. As John pulled back from my face, I spit his cock out and demanded, "Fuck my face, dammit!"

John looked at me like he couldn't quite believe I had just said that. I couldn't either, actually. But, then he obliged. He hammered his cock into my open mouth, gagging me as he hit the back of my throat. However he only did it a few times. Then he pulled back out again.

I whined, "No!"

John walked behind me and after a moment I felt a shocking blow across my ass. It was loud and made me jump and gasp. The paddle slammed my ass again and again. I was having a hard time catching my breath until he stopped. My ass stung. I thought it was probably glowing cherry red.

There was an unnerving silence until I felt pressure at the opening of my pussy. I thought it was either his cock or a dildo. It pushed in just a shade, then withdrew. It smeared my juices all over my pussy, lips, clit, and asshole, too. It took only a moment until I was trying to capture it within my pussy and groaning with the teasing torture of it.

In a low, even voice, John said, "You don't demand. You ask nicely."

I was desperate for his cock. With no thought to pride, I begged for it. "Please, Sir? Please fuck me?"

John made me wait another agonizing moment, then slowly brought his cock to my dripping wet pussy. He positioned it, just touching my opening, tantalizing me further. Finally, he slid slowly, deeply, all the way into my quivering, needy cunt.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I groaned, "Oh, god, yes!"

John grasped my ass, kneading it, as he fucked me deeply, but slowly. He stretched me so wonderfully at first, but I felt my orgasm slip away at the relentlessly methodical fucking. I was still tied to the table, yes, but where was the dirty fucking I wanted?

A chant began in my mind: "Fucking fuck me, you fucker!" I enjoyed the naughtiness of the words so much. I didn't realize that I actually said them out loud. 

John stopped completely. The cold steel in his voice when he said, "What did you call me?" sent a shiver down my spine.

I tried to appease him by answering, "Sir" but the lie came out as a squeak.

He said, "I am fucking you. But don't call me a fucker."

He moved back in front of me and shoved his cock back in my mouth. He fucked my mouth hard, groin slamming into my nose, balls slapping my chin.

"You better fucking learn to talk to me, slut, or you will only drink my cum and your pussy will be a dry desert."

I tried to nod my head as he used my mouth with his cock. He held my head as he fucked my mouth hard. I gagged with each deep thrust.

Finally he stopped, pulling out and crouching down before me. He captured my eyes with his and asked, "Understand?"




Meeting Sir



She was nervous. This was it. Finally. She was going to be WITH Him! So long she had spent biding her time, working under his skin. What if it all fell apart? What if she didn't please him? What if she did everything WRONG?

But, oh! The chance to be with him. To touch him. To have him touch her. It was exciting and terrifying. He knew what he was doing but she sure didn't. She just hoped she'd read his cues correctly and learn quickly. It was time to leave. She wanted to be there early. Time to drink a glass of wine and try to acclimate a little before he got there.

The drive was over far too fast. She walked into the lounge He had told her to be at a full 30 minutes before the agreed upon time. She hurried straight to the bar and ordered a glass of syrah, pulling a small wrapped piece of Dove dark chocolate out of her purse as the bartender poured her wine. Biting off a corner of the chocolate and letting it melt on her tongue, her eyes move to the mirror behind the bar. Her hair and lipstick are slightly mussed and she decides to down her wine and run into bath room before he arrives.

Of course, wine is not meant to be "downed" and after doing so she feels quite flushed. Glancing in the mirror one last time as she extricates herself from the chair, she freezes. There. In the back corner. He's here early. Oh good Lord no. She should have another 20 minutes! She can't move. Rooted as their eyes lock in the mirror and he stands up, making His way across the room to her. Her heart pounding harder and harder, she watches Him. Unable to move, just staring, as He moves, His eyes never leaving hers, His steps never faltering. Until He is beside her. Their gazes still locked in the mirror as He slides an arm around her waist, helping her off the chair so they are standing side by side, belly up to the bar. She watches their reflections as He leans toward her ear, feeling His breath even as she can't catch hers.

"Look at me, little duck." Soft but firm, His voice flowing over and through her, His hands at her waist, gently guiding her body to turn into Him, but it's up to her to move her head.

Terrified too lose His gaze, she quickly pulls her head around. Face to face, for the first time, her eyes widen. She can see just a bit of a grin in the corners of His eyes as He stares back down at her. Finally, she can't take it anymore and face flaming she ducks her head, staring intently at her pretty new shoes, her hands twining on either side in the hem of her pretty new skirt. Her breath quick and labored as her breasts strain the v neck of her pretty new sweater. A soft chuckle and a firm hand under her chin as He pulls her head back up. Once again eye contact as He leans in, hand still cupping her chin, the other at her waist, neither pushing nor pulling as their lips meet. Gazes locked, His mouth pressed firmly to hers, not pushing, not seeking, simply at rest. 

A slow smile and He whispers against her "Breathe, little duck."

And suddenly she can! He just kissed her! He was here! She could touch! She could taste! A huge grin cracks across her face like lightening, her heightened pulse now one of pure excitement. Giggling like mad, she throws her arms around Him, burying her face in His neck, relishing the pure, clean, uncologned scent of Him! Feeling His body shaking with repressed laughter as His arms close around her, she wonders how she could have ever been nervous. The rightness of being wrapped up with Him is all consuming. 

Too quickly, He pulls back, tipping her chin again, and says "Follow me, little duck." Without another word or gesture He turns and walks back the way He came, towards the hotel lobby. Scrambling after Him, she hurries to keep up with His long stride. Struggling to avoid the other patrons she has no time to think and then suddenly they are at the elevator, alone, as the doors slide open. He guides her in, one hand on her back, stepping in with her and standing silently as the doors slide shut. Suddenly uncertain again, she turns her head and starts to stammer some meaningless drivel when He quickly pivots, one arm around her waist, the other twined in her hair as He shoves her back against the elevator wall, His mouth at her neck, licking, sucking, then moving up to capture her mouth, tongue delving, claiming, teeth marking, lips bruising.

The ding of the elevator door as it opens and He steps back, as calm and composed as if He had never moved.

Immobilized again, she stares, mouth open, hair wild, His marks already visible upon her neck. He reaches in and grabs her hand, a gentle tug and smile to coax her out of the elevator. She stumbles down the hall behind Him, still grasping His hand like a life line in a turbulent ocean and her with no life preserver. Before she can come around, the hotel room door is open and she is standing in the middle alone, as He has already gone into the bathroom and she can hear Him rummaging around.

Unsure as to what she should be doing, she sits on the edge of the bed and waits. Shortly, He comes out of the bathroom, black bag in hand. It's hard to take her eyes off it, curious as she is, but she longs to see His face again and drags her eyes to His.

Her heart nearly stops. He is standing, frowning at her and even as she wonders what she could have possibly done wrong already, she also can't help but feel her heart melt at the sight of his adorable frown lines.

"Knees." He clips out sternly, His tone sending a chill down her spine, both terrifying and thrilling as she quickly drops to her knees before Him, head bowed, breath coming in gasps.

"Now little duck, how long was I in that bathroom?" He asks in a deceptively patient tone.

"Um, maybe five minutes, Sir?" She replies uncertainly.

"And how long does it take you to get your clothes off?" Again, calm and level, but she's starting to get nervous.

"Uh, well probably 5 minutes, Sir." She mumbles in response, suddenly sure where this is going.

"Ah, but I already GAVE you five minutes, didn't I?"

"Yes Sir."

"So, I'll show some leniency and give you a second chance. You have 1 minute to bare yourself to me and avoid punishment. Go."

Frantically she kicks off her shoes at the same time she pulls off her sweater, bra and all. Suddenly incredibly grateful for her dislike of pantyhose, she yanks down her skirt and underwear, stepping out and forward, closer to Him, standing, trembling, waiting for whatever would come next, her eyes glued to her freshly pedicured toes.

Silently, He walks around her, drinking in the sight of His little duck. She turns her head to look at Him and He places a firm hand on her head, facing her front again. 

"Eyes forward, little duck. I need to see you, and this may take a bit. So many parts of you I've wanted to observe and inspect." He slides his hand from her head to her shoulders, standing behind her now, the other hand coming up and both running down her back to her ass, cupping and kneading, listening to her breath catch, then moving around and up her stomach, grasping her breasts, squeezing, His mouth on her ear. "You are mine. Tonight we'll do all the things I've been dreaming of."

He walks over and pulls a chair away from the dinette set, placing it in the middle of the room before sitting upon it. 

"Come to Sirs lap, little duck." Hesitantly, she moves toward him, slowly and with eyes still downcast, sitting on His lap, her arms crossed over herself. He reaches up and pulls her arms down, pressed to her sides as He draws her in, again claiming her mouth, running his tongue over her lips before diving inside, exploring every inch, tasting the mix of chocolate and wine on her own tongue as she melts into Him. She feels herself getting wetter, her hands shaking from the desire to touch Him back, to run her hands over His body as she'd imagined with every picture He'd sent her.

Reluctantly, He pulls his head back, staring into her eyes. 

"Now little duck, what have you been most curious about? What have you been dying to try with me in real life? Tell Sir." 

Flushing furiously, she drops her eyes again, unable to answer, tongue knotted in her mouth. She knows what she wants, but she can't seem to get the words out. 

"Tsk tsk, little one. Sir asked you a question and expects an answer. Are you going to behave or do we need to start this with a punishment? I admit, I've been anticipating the feel of my hand on your ass, wondering just how many strikes it would take to get you just the right shade of beautiful red."

Her head flies up, eyes meeting His, wide and just a little hopeful. 

"Ah. So that's what you want, is it, pet?" 

Eagerly she nods, not trusting herself to speak. 

"Say it little duck. Tell Me what you want."

Quietly, she whispers "A spanking, Sir." 

"I'm sorry pet, I didn't hear that." He smirks at her, enjoying the way she is squirming, struggling to get the words out. "Loud and proud, little one, let's see some of that confidence and fierceness you're so proud of."

A challenge. Just what she needs. Her spine straightens as she looks into His eyes, voice now firm. 

"A spanking Sir. I would like a spanking" she states clearly. 

"Good girl" He murmurs, running His hands up her arms, taking her face between them, again kissing her, hard and deep, stealing her breath before pulling back. "Now over my knees. I want your elbows and palms pressed to the floor, your thighs flat on mine, your ass exposed and waiting for me. It's time to begin."

Shaking, she positions herself as He had instructed, her breath hitching with every inhale, feeling more vulnerable than she was accustomed to. He didn't keep her waiting, the first crack on her ass coming swiftly, stealing her breath. Oh! So much harder than she'd anticipated! Sharp sting followed by a delicious warmth. Then another, even harder, before repeating on the other cheek. She lay there, her ass smarting, her eyes watering, with a wicked grin on her face, struggling not to turn and watch Him. Imagining the look of determined concentration she was sure He had on His face as He worked on her backside, adjusting and switching hands, bringing her entire ass to the same glowing, rosy hue.

Finally, just when she couldn't take anymore, the slaps stopped, changing to His hand gliding over her cheeks, feeling almost cool against the blazing intensity of feeling she was currently experiencing there. His hand went to her arm as He gently lifted and instructed her to stand before Him. She shook her hair over her face to cover the tear tracks, but of course He noticed, pulling her hair back, tilting her head up with one hand as the other traced her jawline, His eyes tracing the tracks before He leans forward, kissing her as His arms snaked around, cupping her still stinging, aching cheeks and pulling her roughly and firmly against him. Desperately, she brought her arms around his ribs, pushing and pulling into Him, reveling in his taste, feel. Feeling one of His hands leave her ass, sliding back inside, between her legs, instantly soaked on contact with her dripping pussy, two fingers slipping easily inside as she moans into His mouth, squirming against His hand, wanting MORE.

"Hands above your head little one." He whispers against her mouth. 

She moves to obey, crossing them at the wrist as His other hand moves up, gripping both her wrists in His one large hand, slowly backing her up until she is pinned against the wall, the hotel room desk just to one side of them.

"Open your eyes and look at me pet." He murmurs, staring down at her as He slides a third finger inside of her. 

Her eyes roll back and close and she feels His fingers retreating as she breathes out in disappointment, only to draw a sharp breath as the fingers that were just inside her slap against her cheek, her eyes flying open to meet His. 

"I said look at me." He states sharply. "I want to see everything you're feeling as I turn you into my fuck toy." He rasps out. 

Her legs nearly give as she feels His cock push between them, rubbing against her thighs, teasing at her lips, but not invading. The hand at her cheek moving to her neck, gently squeezing as He slides his against her, covering himself in her juices.

"So many things I want to do to you, so many parts too fuck, but I've waited for you and can't be as patient as I'd like. I need to claim your cunt, slut."

Her legs shake sharply at the intensity of Sirs words, she nearly cums, but as if sensing her proximity to orgasm, He abruptly pulls His cock out from between her legs, His hand at her throat squeezing, cutting off her air as she stares at Him, her still reddened cheek a reminder of His instruction not to look away. He does and says nothing, simply stands there, watching her, controlling the very breath in her lungs, as she stares back, not struggling, feeling the need for air build, trusting He will allow her to when it is necessary. Just when she starts to become truly concerned, the edges of her vision becoming black, He releases her, watching as she takes great lungfuls of air, gasping as she seeks to re oxygenate.

He rests his forehead against hers, waiting for her catch her breath. Slowly her breathing returns to normal, her gaze locking with His. Suddenly she feels His fingers snake back around her throat, gripping and squeezing as He thrusts His cock into her, one sure swift shove. She feels herself stretch for Him, so deliciously tight, feeling Him sink all the way into her, so deep inside, shoving her against the wall, His hand tight at her throat, and she cums instantly, great rolling waves, beyond her control crashing over her, a high keening escaping her throat until she collapses, limp, in his grip, still pinned between His cock and the wall. 

He shakes His head at her "Impetuous little duck. You just stole my orgasm. Your orgasms are mine. Do you understand? Never again pet. You will wait for permission or suffer the consequences."

Bleary eyed she nods, ashamed she lost control but still in the grip of the after effects of her intense release. 

"Knees." He bites out, withdrawing his cock and relinquishing her throat.

She drops quickly, His cock immediately pressing into her, His hands gripping the hair on either side of her head as He slides further and further. She can taste herself on Him and opens her mouth wide, relaxing her throat, taking as much of Him in as is possible, feeling the back of her head against the wall and her forehead pressed to His abdomen, His cock pushed all the way into her throat so she can't breath, then withdrawing and she quickly sucks in a breath before He shoves back into her, harder, choking her, gripping her hair as He suddenly explodes, keeping His cock deep in her throat, cum shooting directly into her stomach, completely bypassing her mouth. Her punishment for cumming before being given permission.

Moaning, feeling the last of Himself draining into her, He withdraws, allowing her to gulp air back in as He drops to the ground before her, cupping her face, dropping kisses on either side of her mouth while she gasps, her heart rate slowing, leaning into Him, gripping His arms. Gently He pulls her into His lap, cradling her, watching her. She feels His eyes and meets them, a small smile peaking on her face as she yields, sinking into Him, letting her love shine for Him in her gaze, in awe of the feeling of complete satiation she is experiencing. His.



Meeting Sir



Lost in the depths of his eyes, I didn't even know what the question was anymore, but I knew he wanted me to say yes. I looked at him, hiding none of the adulation I was feeling, and answered as desired. "Yes, Sir." 

John let a small smile play across his face as he stood. He wiped his dick across my cheek, spreading my saliva and his pre-cum across it. He walked behind me, trailing his fingers lazily, lightly across my back and tender ass. He notched his cock in my warm wet opening and slammed in deep.

Reflexively, I cried out, "Oh, god!"

Everything about that moment was perfect: the cock that filled and stretched me, the force and passion of the fucking, the torturous build-up, Sir himself. I was on the verge of coming at any moment. I asked, "Can I come Sir?"

Incredibly, John seemed to fuck me even harder after hearing my request and yet he denied it. "Not yet," he said. "Don't come yet."

He continued fucking me furiously. I was nearly delirious with my need to come. I begged him, "Soon, please?"

My body made little squeaking noises as it was slammed an inch or so back and forth across the surface of the desk I was laying on. My hips were crushed into the desk edge but I never noticed. Not until much later. I had a death grip on the desk's legs, trying not to come too soon.

Finally, I heard what I had been waiting for. "Come now, pet!"

I did.

I cried out with each rhythmic tightening of my body, my pussy clinching hard on John's cock as he continued to pump into me, until the pulsing, grasping, squeezing of my cunt sent him over the edge, and he, too, cried out his release.

He rested atop me for just a moment, breathing heavily, then reached over me and unfastened the wrist restraints.

I found myself repeating "My god" as I tried to recover from the force of my orgasm. John took his weight off me, but caressed my shoulders and back. He murmured, "Good girl. Good pet."

He unfastened my ankle restraints and sat in the nearby chair, half pulling, half carrying me off the table and onto his lap. I settled on his lap and wrapped my arms about his neck. He kissed me, sweetly, until I thoroughly relaxed into him.

I said, "Thank you, Sir," on a sigh.

Another kiss and then, "I always know just what you need."

I smiled against his chest and nodded my agreement. "Yes," I said, "you do. I have never come that hard."

He combed his fingers through my hair, and smiled into my eyes. He touched me all over then held my breasts, playing with them gently. He said, "I love watching you come."

I replied, "I love coming for you."

Images of the fuck ran through my mind and I was suddenly embarrassed at the things I'd said. I apologized to John, "I'm sorry for calling you a fucker. I don't know what came over me. I never use those words."

John chuckled lightly. He accepted my apology with "You were impassioned."

We snuggled silently after that. I may have dozed. After awhile, though, John announced it was time to get ready for the real world again. I groaned, of course. Who would want to leave this torrid yet sweet little world we had created? But I had no choice. I, at least, had to go back to my husband, ready with plausible stories of my day and of any marks I might have due to our passion.

So, I stood and walked gingerly towards the shower. I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. I stood there, melting under the jets from the shower head. John joined me. He lathered me, front and back, then washed himself. I stepped out of the shower and he was there to dry me, too. I must have sighed happily a dozen times.

I blew dry my hair then went for my clothes. John was already re-dressed by then. He watched me ardently as I put my clothes on. I laughed at him, "None of that, now, or we'll never get out of here!"

He laughed with me.

We gathered up our things and stuffed them into our little bags. I felt my face falling as we moved, slowly but inexorably towards the door. The moment was here: how would I survive it?

John put his bag down and grabbed me up in a fierce embrace. He kissed me, as desperately as I was feeling. But he pulled away, sliding his hands along my arms until he held my hands in his. He lifted our hands together.

"You go on first, so you don't have to watch me leave." I was so grateful for his suggestion. Perhaps I could live through walking away from him, whereas I was sure I couldn't live through watching him walk away from me. It was a silly distinction, but vital nonetheless.

He leaned to kiss each of my hands in an achingly tender gesture. I watched my hands as he kissed them, so that when he moved his lips away, I was able to see what I had not seen before: a white line at the base of his ring finger.

I picked up my bag and walked out.