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Meeting for Lunch

By: NightGirl359



  [Author's Note: Thank you to MissAires for your editing help and ideas. Thanks also to N. L. A. for your help and support. I am considering turning this into a series depending on the response I receive. Enjoy!]



I saw you through the lunch-time crowd, across the bar. Sitting with your poor, unsuspecting girlfriend. Relaxing, slightly drunk perhaps, definitely smug, checking out all the cute girls with your girlfriend right there next to you. Poor woman has no idea what kind of jerk-wad you are.

I had seen you around town several times now. Admittedly it took me far longer than it should have to figure out how I knew you. But each time there was a definite spark. And I knew by the surprised look on your face that you felt it, too.

Today I watched you for a minute, unsure if I really wanted to pursue you, knowing you would be trouble. My staring caught your attention, and you looked my way with interest. Clearly you recognized me, as I did you, yet again. 

We had met via a mutual friend a few months ago. When the conversation turned to ropes and sex on the beach you were clearly interested, though our mutual friend was completely oblivious. Our eyes continued to shoot sparks at each other throughout the remainder of the night, but we were the only two aware of the palpable chemistry. I told our friend later I suspected you would have been eager to join us in a three-some, but he just laughed it off. But I was right, wasn't I?

When I saw you today, saw the recognition and need in your eyes, I knew you would still be interested. I made my decision quickly, and opted for the (somewhat) direct approach. I finished my drink off and approached you at the bar.

"Travis?" I queried innocently, laughing at the further surprise on your face. "Hi! How are you? This must be your girlfriend?" I turned to her openly, "Hi, I'm Aurora. Travis helped a few days ago with our boat engine. Well, helped temporarily, at least. I'm having the same problem again," I turned back to him with my pouty face.

"Ah, yeah, Jill, this is Aurora. Remember, I told you about the engine that was clogged the other day?" Smart boy. I'm glad you caught on quickly. That will make things so much easier. Jill nodded submissively. Whether she remembered such a story or was just agreeing out of habit, I'm not sure.

"Are you going to be around later? Do you think you could take a look at it for us again? Jim's pretty helpless with problems under the hood," I pouted, making up a boyfriend to ease the story across.

"Yeah, sure. I need to take Jill in to work. Can I meet you back here in an hour?"

"Sounds good, thanks so much. It was nice to have met you, Jill." 

When you returned to the bar one hour and 15 minutes later, I was not happy. You approached me at the bar with a smile that faltered a little at my angry expression. "Buy me a drink."

"Ah, sure," you motioned for the bartender. "I was more than a little surprised to see you here. Though truthfully I've been coming here a lot, hoping for just that."

My expression never changed, so after a pregnant silence you turned to the bartender and ordered two more drinks before turning back to me anxiously.

"You are late," I accused calmly.

"Yeah, I, uh, like I said, I had to drop my girlfriend off at work, you know?" you stammered nervously.

"You know why I'm here?"

"Yeah, uh, well, I think so..?" You're so nervous, I try very hard not to smile.

"You remember what I'm into?"

Nod.

"You know what I want from you?"

Deep breath, nod.

"Then I want an apology."

Deep, nervous breath. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry for what?"

"For being late."

"Mistress," I prompted with a whisper, pushing you.

"Mistress."

"Now, put it all together..."

Deep breath, swallow. "I'm sorry I was late, Mistress."

"That's better. Now say it on your knees," I licked my lips enticingly, secretly wondering how far you would go in this bar filled with people who knew you, and knew your girlfriend.

You glanced around with a slight look of panic on your face. I casually took a sip of my drink before meeting your pleading eyes. I simply stared back, coldly, one eyebrow raised, daring you. A nervous moment passed before I decided you needed some more incentive.

I gave you a slight smile and licked my lips again, leaning into you. You visibly relaxed with a smile, hoping it was over. "Travis," I purred into your ear, my hand gliding along your thigh. "You're here for the same reason I am, right?"

Deep breath, nod.

I smile and lean closer, my hands lightly brushing, teasing, the bulge in your pants. "You want this, right? You want me to take control?"

Your breathing increased noticeably as I massage your growing member a little more firmly, before nodding. I continued my massage for a few moments before stopping abruptly and straightening up.

"Then I want a real apology." Cold as ice, once again.

Deep, shaky breath. You glance around again before nodding to yourself. You slip down on your knees as quickly and discretely as you can muster. "I'msorryIwaslateMistress," you rush. 

Not up to my usual standards, but a big move for you.

"Pay the woman," I nod to the bartender, "and let's go."

You moved so fast I was afraid you would fall over jumping up and reaching for your wallet. I tried to take another drink, but you slapped a bill on the bar and grabbed my hand to dart off. I could only laugh at your enthusiasm.

"Do you have somewhere we can go?" I ask, trying to slow you down a bit.

"Yeah, we can go to my place."

When we reach the parking garage I push you back against the wall and lean my body into yours. You try to lean down for a kiss, but I won't allow it. I tangle my fingers in your hair and pull your head back firmly against the wall. You initially resist for a moment, forcing me to again pull your hair, not gently, back to the wall.

(Little did you know that not only am I experienced in restraining people in my personal life, but professionally as well. In fact I was an instructor, in my past life. I know very well how to control another person's body, and how to use my own to do so.)

I slowly lick my lips, flashing my first of three tongue rings. My eyes burn into yours before I move my gaze down to your lips, slowly leaning forward. Impatiently you try to lean forward again, straining against my unyielding fingers. My body locks down, frozen against your struggling, not giving up an inch. You give in with a sigh, making me smile, before bringing my lips to meet yours.

My tongue comes out slowly, teasingly, and again you struggle to make it more. But that only causes me to pull back, much to your frustration. I only smile again. Your arms come up and pull me toward you, but I just shake my head.

My hands find yours and I push them up by your head, against the wall, at the same time I grind my hips into yours, feeling your hard cock between our bodies. Your eyes partially roll into the back of your head before you lean forward again for a kiss, making desperate grunting noises that really get my juices flowing.

"You sure you're ready for this?" I query.

"Oh, yeah," you moan, thrusting against me.

"What do you call me?" I ask, still rolling my hips into yours.

"Yes, Mistress," you hiss between clenched teeth.

"You drive, I'll follow," I say, releasing your hands and walking to my car.

I'm sure we make record time to your place as we careen around corners, speeding along the narrow, treacherous island roads. When we arrive you quickly usher me around the property to your unit. You nearly attack me as I walk through the door.

"How much time do we have?"

"She'll be working till around 10," you say into my neck, merely slowing your lips and tongue as they work their magic.

"Good," I say pushing you away. "Show me your room."

You sigh before leading me through the living room, kitchen, and down a narrow hallway. As we enter the bedroom my eyes are instantly drawn to the large bed in the middle, perfectly situated on an old brass bed frame.

"Perfect," I smile to myself before turning back to you. "Now, strip."

You barely hesitate as you quickly remove your clothing, looking again nervous. I merely smile and take a step forward. I reach a hand out to touch your chest, and you reach for me at the same time. I slap your hands down and step closer, grabbing your hair and pulling. There is no wall to stop you this time as I viciously pull down sharply until your back arches and your knees buckle in an attempt to ease the pain.

"I have not given you permission to touch me, yet, boy," I sneer down into your face. "Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," you answer, hands raised in front of your body like you would do for the police.

"Now," I release your hair and take a step back, "on your knees, boy."

You sink down quickly, looking up at me nervously. "I want a real apology for making me wait today. I don't appreciate the disrespect."

You are getting into your role now, and bow your head. "I am sorry, Mistress, for being late. It was very inconsiderate of me. It won't happen again, Mistress."

"Very good. Now, kiss my foot," I order, sliding my left foot toward you. I am wearing black, strappy heels and am very much looking forward to seeing what your mouth can do for me.

You bend over awkwardly and plant a small kiss on the top of my foot before straightening up and looking into my eyes. "Did I tell you to stop?"

"No, Mistress," you reply, and start to bend over again before I stop you with my fist in your hair again. 

"Think of this as an audition. Let me see what your mouth and tongue can do to bring me pleasure."

You smile at that before I release you back to your task. Now you understand what I'm looking for, and set to your task with vigor. You start with gentle kisses, tiny licks. Your eyes flash up to my face and I give you a slight smile and a nod in encouragement. 

With that your hands reach out and caress my foot and ankle, your lips traveling up, still slowly, seductively. You're good at that, and I start to get into it. My eyes want to roll back in enjoyment, but I fight it, keeping them locked onto your bowed figure.

"Very good, boy," You look pleased with yourself as I step back and sit on the bed. "Now, last time we met we discussed using ropes. You remember that, don't you?"

I could tell by your twitching cock that you did. But you answered anyway, "Yes, Mistress."

"Have you ever done that before?"

"Uh, once before, with a girlfriend who didn't know what she was doing. She wasn't really into it, either."

"You've thought about it before, though?"

"Oh yeah," you smiled, then caught yourself, "I mean, yes, Mistress."

I had to smile at that, you were so clearly dying for this. I would enjoy torturing you. I reached for my bag and watch your eyes flash as I removed each item and placed them on the bed. Ropes, handcuffs, my flogger, a small leather-covered paddle, some items no doubt you do not recognize yet, having never experienced this before. 

I decided I was too impatient for the ropes at present, and picked up a pair of handcuffs. "Stand up," I directed, walking behind you.

You complied without hesitation, a very good sign. I slid one metal cuff onto your wrist, slowly clicking it shut, before pulling your other arm behind you and locking the second wrist. 

I let my hand gently trail down your back, fingers gently brushing, before my claws came out, bringing goose-bumps to your skin. You are under my control, and I reveled in my powerful state. Getting more into my role I scratched down your back now, leaving beautiful red trails where my nails have been.

I place a scarf across your eyes, tying it behind your head before stepping back in front of you. Your breath is trembling, but you remain still. I scratch my hand across your chest, teasing your nipples. Then I dig in, hard, scratching my way down, down your torso, then pull my fingers in, leaving only one to continue stroking down your semi-hard cock, giving it a small slap down when I reach the tip.

I watch your face, your lips slightly parted, drawing in ragged breaths. I open my hand and rub my palm gently along the underside of your cock, feeling it harden with my attention. The muscles in your legs twitch occasionally as I continue teasing. You are not accustomed to giving up control, and I imagine you are putting forth considerable effort to remain stationary.

Curling my fingers around your still hardening cock I stroke you up and down a few times, slowly, enjoying the heft of your cock in my hand. I continue stroking your cock with one hand, and use the other to grasp your balls, circling my fingers around the base. I tug down gently at first, gauging your reaction as I increase the downward pressure. 

You can tolerate quite a bit, your mouth parting more, breaths coming in sharply when I begin to twist and even crush your balls in my fist. I watch your eyebrows pull together as a moan escapes your lips sending a shiver straight through to my bones. I stop stroking your cock and slowly withdraw my hands, feeling your hips push forward to maintain contact with me.Instead I walk my fingers up your torso and chest and back behind your neck and head, drawing your mouth down to meet mine.

You kiss me urgently, our tongues dueling for dominance. You try to press your body into mine but I am careful to avoid contact. I break the kiss with a chuckle, while you give a desperate sort of gasp. 

I reach over to the bed and pick up my flogger, tracing it gently over your body. "Are you enjoying yourself, boy?"

You swallow hard before answering, "Yes Mistress."

"Are you ready for more?"

You hesitate, not sure how to answer me. "I think so..."

I walk around behind you again, trailing the flogger along your skin, letting you feel the soft suede leather straps. With my hands I caress your butt cheeks, before squeezing and pinching, loving your reactions. 

I realize your hands are going to be in the way of my flogger, and consider my options. If you had been a little more experienced I would simple have told you to lift them out of the way, and could trust you to keep them in place. However, not having felt before the pain I am about to cause I couldn't trust that you will be able to resist trying to cover yourself.

I decide to collar you, locking the soft black leather with a small padlock. Then I wrap a belt around your wrists and loop it through the collar, pulling your hands up and out of the way before securing it. I stand back for a moment, watching your shoulders and arms flexing. I'm not sure if you are testing your bonds or merely trying to adjust to the new restraint. 

I take a step back and start in with the flogger, very gently at first, warming up. I used a circular motion, making contact rhythmically. I gradually increased the force of the blows over the next few minutes, watching your skin grow from pink to red to scarlet. I wasn't sure if you noticed the increase until you began squirming, then downright trying to wiggle out of the way of the blows.

After a few minutes I stopped, needing a breather myself, and watched you sag in relief. I watch you breathing deeply as I removed my sundress. Your head turned, and I felt you must be trying to listen for me, to determine what was coming next.

I stepped up behind you, letting you feel my skin against your own, wrapping my arms around your torso. Your abused ass is warm against my stomach, a reminder to both of us what had happened. 

"You did very well with that, boy. I'm impressed. What did you think of my flogger?"

"Is that what you call that? Didn't hurt as badly as I thought it would."

I chuckled, "That was just the warm up."

I reach up and remove the belt from your wrists, leaving the collar in place. I stepped back and get the key so I could unbuckle one of your wrists. I bring your fingers forward to touch my panty-clad pussy, let you feel the wetness though the material. "See how warmed up I am, boy?"

"Yes Mistress," you breathe, letting your fingers wander. I allow you to pleasure me for a few moments while I contemplate what to do next. I only let you touch me through the panties, though, removing your hand as soon as you try to reach beneath.

I lock your wrists in the cuffs again, this time in front of your body. You sigh, but let your hands drop in front of yourself, making me smile. Reaching up behind your head I pull you down to me for another kiss. This one is gentler, more lingering. You fingers caress my bare skin as I lean into you. 

I break the kiss, but maintain our body contact as I push the scarf out of your eyes. "Are you doing OK?" I ask honestly, openly.

You smile slightly before answering me, "More than *OK*." You emphasize by thrusting your hips into mine, your cock stiff between our bodies.

"Just checking," I smile back, giving you a peck on the lips and pushing your mask back into place.

Now I step away, breaking our body contact. I take two steps back and sit on the bed. "On your knees, boy," I order, back in control again.

"Yes Mistress." You sink to your knees swiftly, without hesitation. This is truly a good role for you, that of submissive. You present a much stronger persona, but I can easily see your true role shining through.

"Crawl forward, boy. Come to me." You do so, a bit awkward with the cuffs, but without question or hesitation. You stop when your hands encounter my feet. You get the idea and begin to caress my thighs, drawing closer to my pussy. I watch you lick your lips and lean your head forward getting excited. I slip my shoes off and use one bare foot to massage your erection.

You moan, sending shivers through my body. I pull your head forward, watching your tongue come out to lick and kiss along my bare skin, stretching forward to reach my panties. You nose my pussy, breathing my scent in deeply, your moan again sends shivers through my body.

I lean back and lift my hips to slide my panties down. You realize what I am doing and use your cuffed hands to assist me. Your draw them down my legs, then run your hands along my skin again, feeling your way upward.

"Please Mistress," you ask unexpectedly, "May I look at you?"

You are so sweet and polite, how can I refuse? I pull the scarf off your face. Your eyes flash to mine in thanks for the briefest of moments, before focusing on my lower lips. You stare at my shaved pussy, reaching your hands out to gently caress, before leaning in again bringing your face in closer. You lick and nibble so gently I am in ecstasy.

I lean back on the bed, raising my legs to put over your shoulders. That's when you really go to town. And – DAMN!- you're good at that! You suck and lick with just the right pressure, teasing with your fingers, soothing as well.

In no time I am moaning, dripping wet, so close to orgasm it's driving me crazy. You know just what to do for me. Your tongue focuses on my clit, licking and sucking still, while first one then two fingers fuck me rhythmically. 

"Oh, God," I moan twisting my fingers in your hair, pulling you hard against my pussy. I am never quiet when I come, and you certainly have me going wild. You moan with me, deep into my pussy, sending me over the edge.

I come buckets, dripping all over your face, and you continue lapping at my sopping pussy, sending shock waves through me each time you brush over my clit. Once the shock waves stop I release your head, letting you sit back and take a deep breath. You lick your lips, savoring the taste.

I bend over and lick my juices off your chin, also enjoying the taste. We kiss again, deeply, sharing the musky taste. I sigh contentedly, causing you to smile this time. I smiled slightly at you before pushing you away to stand up.

"You're very good at that, boy. Thank you. Stand up." You did so as I continued, "Now I want you to close your eyes and hold on to the collar."


Meeting For Lunch at Sam's Cafe



Please let me know what you think of this tale, feedback is what pushed me to finish it. Did it make you rock hard? Soaking wet? Or did it make you yawn, or angry? Let me know, but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did... 

Our small kitchen was a bustle of activity, my own rushed, anxious movements contrasting with Hanna's relaxed calm. She sat down at the small breakfast bar in her fluffy white robe and began to delicately segment her pink grapefruit, a cup of tea gently steaming beside her. As usual however I was running late, standing with a bowl of cornflakes in one hand and a spoon in the other, forcing mouthful after mouthful hurriedly down, all the while trying to avoid milky splashes on my shirt. 

"Do you want to meet for lunch today?" she asked, the grapefruit segment perched on her small spoon, awaiting its fate. 

"Yeah sure, usual place?" I mumbled through milk and cereal.

"Usual place sounds good."

The deal, as ever, was sealed with a kiss, a peck that lingered, her grapefruit tang on my lips and then I left her sitting there as I drained my cup of tea with one big, throat scorching gulp and rushed out the door. 

I returned to her smiling face a couple of minutes later to collect my car keys, leaving another kiss behind, and hopefully, this time, nothing else.

Hanna doesn't work mornings, so before she heads into the office we often meet up for a quick lunch at Sam's, a tiny little café that does great coffee and sandwiches for me, Hanna usually sticks to coffee and cakes. The latter, she tells me, are always "amazing".

Work that morning was, frankly, shit, it was nearly the end of the month and deadlines needed to be met. I gratefully escaped for lunch a few minutes early, knowing I'd be working late tonight anyway, and trying to elude the huge dark clouds I had seen building up not so far away through my grimy office window. I had no such luck however, and fat droplets of rain had begun staining my jacket even as I left the building.

The town centre was almost deserted, what people there were could be found huddled away inside shops, trying to escape the rain. I pulled my collar up against the wind and ran, dodging puddles and secretly enjoying it, wishing I had a big pair of Wellington boots like I had as a kid.

Approaching the café I tried to look through the large window, attempting to see if she'd already arrived. The window was steamed up however, the view obscured, I could see nothing beyond the display of fancy looking cakes on the sill.

A bell above the door rang brightly as I pushed inside the busy café, a lot of people had sought refuge here, some perhaps using the rain as an vague excuse to indulge in the delicious food on offer. 

I scanned the room, and saw Hanna looking up, putting down her book, eyes smiling. If you want to picture what she looks like, imagine Velma from Scooby Doo, with the same sort of black glasses that match her hair, the same nerdish, quirky overtones, (she's always reading obscure sci-fi, usually featuring blond sex sluts from the planet vlad) but now imagine her slimmer but definitely still curvy, with big, dark, fuck me eyes hiding behind those glasses and perfect, plump tits. That's Hanna, she totally rocks my world. 

I was thankful she got here first, we'd have never claimed a table otherwise, she'd even managed to get our usual place, a tiny round table sat in the corner, the most private and intimate table in the place, although in fact, it's not much of either.

She got up as I approached, wearing a brown skirt that stopped just shy of her knees and a tight, chest hugging white jumper she knows I like, definitely not her usual smart office wear. We kissed, a quick peck, Hanna shying away, attempting to keep my wet jacket away from her.

"Raining is it?"

I flashed an evil look, saying, sarcastically, "Haha," and then gave her a big hug, pulling her against my wet clothing.

She squealed, laughing.

"So you're not going into work today then?" I asked as I pulled out my chair, causing the old couple on the table sited too close behind to grumble and moan into their tea and scones.

"No, I decided to take the afternoon off, thought I'd treat myself."

"If I'd known I'd have done the same," even as I said it, I knew that wasn't true, there was no way I could have, still it would have nice to be asked.

"You really want to follow me around the shops and wait while I get my hair cut?"

She had a very, very good point there.

We ordered quickly, giving them to a plumpish young waitress I'd not seen before. Her accent and skin tone giving away her Spanish origins. She had great tits hidden beneath her black T-shirt, a fact not entirely relevant to this story, but I couldn't help noticing. 

As I tried to ignore the irrelevant breasts, or at least not let Hanna know I was perving, I noticed instead the collection of shopping bags Hanna had hidden beside her. Usually Hanna would show me her latest purchases straight away, a little child with new toys, but on this day she was strangely quiet on the subject.

By the time our coffees arrived I was bursting with curiosity. 

"So, are you going to tell me what you've bought me then?"

"You?" she asked. "Nothing," she grinned. "Me though? Lots, like I said, I'm treating myself."

The waitress returned, interrupting the start of my interrogation with a cheese and bacon toasted pannini for me and a random, ornate cream cake for Hanna. As she walked away I couldn't help but notice that not only did she have lovely breasts but also a marvelously lovely arse, clad in a pair of tight blue jeans.

Hanna cleared her throat, and when I deliberately carried on watching the waitress's behind she reached over and slapped my wrist. "Pervert."

I grinned, "You're just upset 'cause Julio isn't here."

Julio, or Juan, or Manuel, we didn't know his name, it could have been Brian for all we knew, he's the usual waiter in here that Hanna flirts outrageously with. I always jokingly argued that he was the only reason Hanna kept coming back to this place. I may even have been closer to the truth than I'd like to know.

That got me off the hook, and kept Hanna quiet long enough at least for me to get the subject back around to her shopping, I asked her again what she'd bought, looking down under the table at her collection. Tucked down between two larger bags, almost hidden, was a bright pink, expensive looking bag. The sort of bag where you know you're paying more for the label on the bag than the goods themselves. That bag made me nervous.

"Oh not much," she replied to my question, clearly guilty.

I motioned to the largest bag with my foot.

"What's in that one?"

"Just a couple of dresses, nothing too fancy."

"That one?" again I motioned with my foot, to the second of the large bags.

"A jumper."

"Just a jumper?" there was clearly more than just a jumper in the bag.

"And a pair of earrings."

"And?"

She looked at me, guilt personified. It could only mean one thing.

"Shoes," she said sheepishly. "But they're really nice ones, and they were in the sale!"

I didn't have to say a word, her own guilt was plain on her face. I didn't mind, not really, it's just that Hanna's immense shoe collection was her weak spot, a sure fire way to wind her up. Seriously, does any woman really need over forty pairs? 

"How many is that now?" I mumbled, my mouth full of delicious pannini.

"Just a few."

I left it at that, storing up ammunition for later, and beside, my pannini was damn good, it needed full concentration. For a while we ate in comfortable silence, just Hanna's ecstatic cream cake moans breaking in, eventually though, I just had to satisfy my curiosity.

"What's in that one?" I asked, nudging it with my foot.

"Hmmm?" she was clearly faking ignorance. 

"What's in that bag?

"Which bag?"

"The pink bag."

"Nothing," came her reply, the tone of voice giving away her guilt, the flush on her cheeks was just extra confirmation.

"Nothing? I asked, eyebrows raised, sensing a secret, clearly having hit the jackpot. "Are you sure?"

She took a sip of her frothy coffee, her eyes peering over the oversized cup, resolutely, and obviously avoiding my gaze, playing the game.

"Nothing you need to worry about," she took another sip, her guilty eyes sparking with mischief. "Yet."

I leaned forward, eager to be in on the conspiracy.

"What do you mean, yet? What is it?"

She reached down and lifted the shocking pink bag from its hiding place, it was big enough to hold about two shoe boxes, I should know, and she made sure she showed me the logo on the side, before putting it down on the floor, at other side of the small table, and well out of my reach. 

I couldn't help but smile, a shiver of want forming in my chest.

The small logo on the side would've been discrete, even classy, if not for the vibrant pink surrounding it, it read 'Perdita'. It was the name of a newly opened sex shop specifically designed around women, I'd never been in, my type weren't welcome, not without a girlfriend in tow anyway. We'd talked about going in together.

"You filthy girl."

She grinned, her foot finding my calf, nudging, rubbing, and then took yet another sip of coffee, hiding behind the cup, her cheeks flushing crimson. When she put it back down in front of her she looked me square in the eye, her foot still gently caressing my leg.

"You cooking dinner tonight then?"

I shook my head in mock disgust.

"Bribery, I can't believe it's come down to bribery, you should be ashamed of yourself."

Cool as a cucumber, holding all the cards, she replied. "I've got the receipt, I can take it all back."

"Take what back?"

She leaned forward across the table, her mouth finding my ear, planting a delicate kiss before whispering silken words.

"Later baby, later."

..........

The rich smell of frying onions filled the air as I loosened my tie with one hand, and stirred the contents of the deep pan with the other. All my ingredients were already chopped up and waiting in separate bowls on the side, I like to be organized when I cook, especially as often we both have to work late.

We usually share the cooking duties, we both enjoy it, and both hate clearing the mountain of washing up afterwards. I had a feeling I'd be doing the washing up as well tonight, Hanna would find a way of making sure I did it. Today though, I was more than sure it'd be worth it, Hanna clearly had an ace up her sleeve that she was itching to play. I couldn't help but speculate on the contents of the pink bag as I cooked, and what exactly she had in mind for later, my simmering arousal leaving me restless and twitchy.

She'd been back home, but had left the house again, probably to her best friend Becca's house, before I got home from work, the bags of shopping, including a couple of extras, were strewn on the bed, all except the one I most wanted to delve inside, that had been hidden, but I didn't try searching, not wishing to spoil her game.

The stroganoff was simmering away, and I was relaxing on the sofa with a bottle of beer long before Hanna came creeping through the door. She glanced sheepishly at me, her pretty face framed by a new haircut.

She'd had her jet black hair cut a few inches shorter, into a messy, just out of bed look, I'm sure there's a name for it, but I'm a bloke, I don't know haircuts. She'd also had crimson highlights added, long streaks of it running through the black. Even in the hurried glance I'd seen of it, I could see she looked gorgeous. Her hair was similar in length now to how she had it when we first met, except for the highlights, they were brand new.

"Hi."

"Hi," she replied, rushing to the door that leads to our stairs.

"I like your hair." I called after her, she paused in the doorway and turned for a second, flashing me a heart melting smile.

"Thanks," and then she was gone, a moment later I heard her call down.

"I'll be back down in a sec, can you get me one of those beers please."

I finished my bottle in one long swig, and moved to the kitchen, getting two fresh bottles from the fridge, setting them down on the side while I checked the dinner and then found the bottle opener.

I was just adding the rice to boiling water as she came into the kitchen, a good twenty minutes after she'd arrived home. I imagined she'd been stood in front of the mirror, trying everything on again, although she was still wearing the same clothes. I looked down to see what shoes she wore, but she was barefoot.

"Evening," I said, deliberately mocking as I handed her the now warm beer, my own long ago finished. "What have you been doing up there?"

"What do you think?" she said, taking a swig.

"I think you've been parading in your new shoes." 

"Well, for once you're wrong."

I turned, busying myself with stirring the rice, and she sidled up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist, her chin on my shoulder.

"But," whispered softly in my ear, "I have been parading in something," and then she added. "Hmmm, that smells nice."

"What, me or the food?"

"The food of course."

"I thought so."

I put down the spoon I was holding and turned in her loosened embrace to face her, planting a long overdue welcome home kiss on her lips. She returned it with a sudden passion that took me by surprise, her tongue snaking into my mouth, gripping my waist with tight fingers and pulling our lower bodies together.

"Hmmm," she murmured before opening her mouth to me again, tongue tips playing. Not surprisingly I was suddenly very horny indeed, my cock twitching into eager life, pressing against her. Sordid images of bending her over the worktop and lifting her brown skirt flowed to mind, and I grew ever harder, wondering what panties she wore, wondering if they were what she'd been "parading in". I lifted a hand to her jumper, brushing the perky swellings of her breasts with the back of my hand, toying with the thought of slipping a hand beneath the tight, ribbed wool.

She pulled away, just inches, her hand sliding into the space created, finding the long swelling there, squeezing me hard. The naughty smile on her face wavered as she looked beyond me to the fragrantly simmering dinner.

"Is that nearly ready?"

"Five minutes," I nodded.

"Shame," she whispered leaning in for another kiss, slow and deep, and then: "If it were ten we could have done something."

"I can do five." I replied, a little too eager.

"I can't," and with that, and a cheeky smile, she was off, swinging her mouth-wateringly flared hips as she walked from the kitchen, knowing I was watching, and leaving me to boil in more ways than one.

I'd set the dinner table earlier, and when I carried our plates from the kitchen I saw her sitting at her place, waiting to be served, like some kind of royalty.

She smiled at me as I placed her plate down in front of her.

"That looks good, I'm starving."

I sat down besides her, and she poured some red wine for us both.

As she placed my glass before me she leaned over, just slightly, we were sitting close, and moved in for another kiss, a thank you peck on the cheek.

"Thanks hun," she pulled away, lifting a hand to flick a thick, newly red strand of hair behind her ear self consciously. She looked at me, a question clearly on her lips.

"Thom... do you really like my hair?"

I looked at Hanna, pretending to study her, pretending it was a difficult decision.

"Do you want me to be honest?"

"Yes," she sounded heartbroken already.

"You look gorgeous."

Her face cracked into a smile, and again she tucked that errant strand behind her ear, exposing her slender neck.

"You really like it?"

"Hmmm," I replied. "I do."

I reached for her, my fingers trailing lightly over the exposed skin of her neck. 

She purred, tilting her head to ease my access further, an open invitation. I leaned over, bringing my lips to where my fingers had just played, brushing lightly against the velvet skin, she shivered, and I wetted her skin with the tip of my tongue.

"What about the red?" she murmured.

I pulled back with some reluctance, running fingers through her hair where the highlights splashed in contrast to the ebony. 

"I fucking love the red bits."

Her eyes glittered and I could do nothing but kiss her then, really kiss her, the mewls of pleasure that came from her throat egging me on, my stiffening cock urging me to forget my hunger pangs. 

She pushed me back, creating a moment of highly charged eye contact that could so easily have tipped over into charged contact of another sort, we teetered on the brink. I leaned forward, decision made. Fuck dinner, it could wait I wanted her now, on the table.

She gave a little chuckle, leaning away and picking up her fork before tucking in to her food with gusto. Knowing I was being toyed with, I forced myself to take a small sip of my wine, calming myself before also starting. The stroganoff was okay, not one of my best, it needed something extra, I'm not enough of a cook to know what though.

I watched her as she ate, curious, mildly amused and horny as fucking hell, there was definitely something different about her that went beyond a new hairstyle.

She caught me looking at her, and something flashed in her eye, something impish.

"What?" she asked, before shoving another large mouthful down, clearly in a hurry to finish.

"Nothing," I lied. "I was just wondering what was in that pink bag" I took another sip of water, watching her response.

"Oh nothing much," she replied, another mouthful racing down.

"Really?" I asked again, failing to keep the sarcasm to a bare minimum.

"Yeah, nothing much," she mumbled through a mouth of food, grinning at me, "Not even any more shoes." She swallowed and then leaned over to give me another kiss, "No more questions," she whispered against my mouth. 

My hand strayed to her bare knee as we kissed, and I heard the metallic clink of her fork as she blindly left it on her plate, her own hand joining mine, resting upon it, fingers between fingers. This was silly, we were acting like horny teenagers.

"So?" I asked, pulling away from the kiss, holding her gaze with raised eyebrows, gently squeezing her knee. "If there was nothing in that bag, why are you so horny tonight?"

She held my gaze, she always has been good at staring me out, and her wide eyes sparkled with secrets behind her thick rimmed glasses.

"You complaining?" then another kiss, a deep one, her tongue eager, pushing past mine, then breathlessly adding. "Maybe I got some naughty underwear."

She pulled my hand a little way up beneath her skirt, just until it disappeared beneath brown cotton, her legs parting. Her tongue flicked out, leaving my lips wet. 

"Maybe?" I asked.

"Maybe, maybe not," she replied, in her best 'I've got a secret' voice.

I moved my mouth to her ear.

"Are you wearing it now?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

That just wasn't a good enough answer, I moved to push my hand higher, if I couldn't see then I wanted to feel, but her guiding hand wouldn't allow it and her legs closed, trapping my hand, a giggle escaping her lips. I fucking ached to see her cunt, clothed in whatever, to touch it, to fuck it. I kissed her ear, her cheek, then, as she turned to me, her mouth, hard, angry with desire.

Her grip on my hand became white knuckled as we kissed, fighting her desire as well as mine, but slowly our hands began to move, her iron will softening. She mewled, a soft sound of resignation and need as her legs parted, her bare knee touching my thigh, rubbing against it.

Hanna let go of my hand, letting me find my own way, her fingers resting lightly on my forearm as we pulled back from the kiss, seeking that eye contact as my hand sought her hidden secrets.




Meeting For Lunch at Sam's Cafe



"Thom..." her voice was frail, needy.

My fingers tickled her upper thigh, almost there, gliding ever nearer, she gripped my forearm as I reached the boundary and gasped, desire fluttering in my chest, finding her soft black pubic hair, naked, and dewy with fresh flowing sex.

I failed to keep the tremor of desire from my voice.

"Naughty girl."

"I know," she whispered, biting her bottom lip, closing her eyes as my middle finger explored her ripe flesh. It found her entrance and slipped, welcome like an old friend, within her drenched pussy. "I know I am," she softly repeated.

"How naughty are you?"

"Very," Hanna's grip on my arm increased as my finger disappeared inside her.

"I want you now" I hissed, kissing her urgently, my finger moving ever deeper inside her warm, soft walls, finding the piston rhythm of the moment.

She shook her head against my kiss, breaking away, pulling, forcing my hand away to her thigh.

"Not now."

Her words hit me like a full on slap to the face, I was dumbstruck, stupidly horny, I couldn't believe she wanted to stop.

"You're kidding right?"

She stared me down with a 'don't fuck with me' look on her face.

"Finish dinner," it was an order, breathless but authoritative.

"And then?" I asked, keeping my hand there, my fingers so close to her sex, so damp with her need. 

Her dark eyes shone with mischief as she picked up her fork and said what she'd clearly been itching to ever since she'd got home.

"And then I've got a special surprise for you." 

She kissed me, the softest, warmest kiss. Her eyes told me the wait would be worthwhile and so I pulled my hand up from under the table reluctantly, trailing damp fingers that lingered on her thigh as long as they could, 

"What...?" I started, but she silenced my question with a finger on my lips.

"Don't talk, just eat," and with that she smoothed out her skirt and took a small sip of wine, picking up her fork. 

"Eat quickly," she purred, flashing a smile of sheer wicked need.

We ate in silence, the food now strangely tasteless, our only communication occasional teasing sparks of eye contact. My thoughts raced with thoughts of her naked cunt, so wet, so close, and the question that had hung unanswered on my lips. I twigged though, what it was that seemed different about her. She was playing a game and enjoying the power trip, little did I know at the time however, just how good an ace she held.

She finished first, taking her plate out to the kitchen and returning quickly, leaning across the table, pecking me on the lips before taking a sip of wine and sitting down. She watched me finish my plate in silence, the atmosphere thick with sex, and then took it from me, removing it to the kitchen.

She returned, standing in the threshold of the dining room, leaning against the door frame.

"Maybe we should leave the washing up till later."

"Maybe," I replied, rising from my chair.

"Come," she whispered, holding out her hand to me.

We took the narrow stairs in silence, Hanna leading me, her small hand in mine, I looked down as we walked, taking in her bare feet, slender calves, her legs disappearing beneath her skirt. Her footfalls, soft on the bare wooden floor, were drowned out by the beating of my heart, the blood rushing in my ears.

I wanted to take her there and then, on the stairs, lift her skirt and spank her full and naughty behind, take her from behind, fill her, fuck her, hear her cries echoing away, upstairs and downstairs.

But she had her plan, and her hand kept guiding me, pulling me upwards towards her secret, and nothing was worth interrupting that for.

It felt like Christmas day, heading downstairs to see what treats were hidden beneath the tree, except we were heading the opposite way, and my dad wouldn't be there in a red suit. I hoped, oh God I hoped!

She led me through the open door of the bedroom, our shrine to Ikea, and motioned for me to walk past her. I turned, and watched Hanna close the door behind us. She slid the small bolt across, locking us in. We live alone, so it was a purely symbolic gesture, but somehow a powerful one, causing something to clench in my gut. The room was dark, lit only by the soft amber light from one small bedside lamp.

We stepped to each other and she tilted her head up, our mouths meeting, lips brushing, hers toying with mine, her tongue flicking, bridging any tiny gap. She murmured into my mouth.

"We'd better get undressed." 

I nodded, reaching for her waist, the bottom of her ribbed white jumper, as a hand came up to my chest, her palm flat, gently pushing me away. She took a step backwards, ever so slightly shaking her head. She took off her glasses, becoming her weaker alter ego, not quite Hanna, and handed them to me. Her hands fell to where mine had clutched just seconds ago, taking hold of her jumper, and holding my gaze, her big eyes full of life as she started to lift.

Her little pot belly exposed, the belly that she hates but I love, her navel, always such a magnet for my tongue, this time though I was forced to watch as the jumper rose beyond it, faint shadows of ribs just visible in the gloom.

I sighed, releasing the tension built up inside as her bare breasts fell softly into view, her fat, perfect handfuls topped with thick pink nipples that love it rough, that always stiffen when bitten and pulled, thriving on sweet torture. 

The jumper fell to the floor and she took back her oval glasses, becoming Hanna again as she put them back on. For a long moment she stood before me, top half wonderfully bare except for the thin silver chain that hangs around her neck, a small cross poised above the valley of her breasts. 

Her chest rose and fell, deep breathing as if gathering strength. She stepped in closer, and without word began to unbutton my shirt, delicate fingers working calmly, without haste. I stood still, letting her work, knowing it was what she wanted. As I bowed my head, I took in the mild almond scent of her hair.

Her palms moved across the sparse hair of my chest, brushing my nipples and up to my shoulders, pushing the shirt along with them till it began to slip down my arms. She tugged it from them, discarding it atop her jumper.

We stood in silence, just breathing, fingertips millimeters apart, taking each other in. Adjusting to this new pace, to being the one who followed the lead, I waited, aching with anticipation, for Hanna to make the next move.

Her hands crept forward, her fingers slipping between my own, her eyes never leaving mine as she lifted my hands up, guiding them to her soft breasts and placing them so that my palms covered her nipples.

We kissed deeply as my fingers traced lines over the sensitive flesh, her hands covering mine, following their movements, then, gradually guiding with gentle insistence, circling in onto the puffy buds of her nipples, my thumbs and forefingers joining forces to roll, pull and pinch.

Her breath forced past my lips and she nodded, mewling, as I increased the pressure on those little cylinders of pink flesh, squeezing and rolling harder, and harder still until she gasped, a hand sliding to the back of my head, pulling me onto the growing heat of her kiss. 

For a second or so, egged on by her rising passion, I pinched her nipples without restraint, feeling her body tensing as her cry filled my mouth, both hands in my hair, gripping me with painful force.

We released each other, stepping back an inch or so. She closed her eyes for a second, sighing visibly and audibly as her hands came up to her nipples, fingertips tentatively exploring their afterglow of pain. 

I moved my hands to hold her waist, to caress, to kiss, her eyes snapped open.

"Don't touch me," she whispered, pushing my hands away. There was hardness behind the whisper, and an inner steel that made my hungry cock twitch within my trousers.

Her hands rose again to my chest, sliding slowly down through chest hair to my belly, and lower still to my belt. It clinked as she undid it, her mouth creeping into a half smile as she paused there, holding eye contact and her breath.

With two quick, sharp tugs she yanked my belt free from its loops. Her sudden movements caught me unawares, making me gasp. She dropped the thick leather to the floor, her hands immediately on my fly, and immediately returning to the slow pace of before, gently teasing it open, the zip sliding down, painfully slow, gradually exposing the front of my grey boxer shorts.

Gently, slowly, she tugged on my trousers, encouraging them down my legs, Hanna easing down to a squat, her face level with the bulge in my shorts, with the large, dark wet patch growing where my excitement soaked into cotton.

She tapped a calf, looking up at me.

"Step out."

I did as I was told, one, two, stepping from my bunched trousers. I felt almost like a little child being undressed by his mother, a thought that wasn't helped when she grabbed a hold of my socks, and tugged them free one at a time, my arm stretching to the wall to balance, Hanna grinning up at me as she threw them away. Her grin faded, as did all my thoughts of mothers as her eyes swung back down to my shorts. She leaned forward, her head tilting to the side.

"Ohhh fuck yeah." I hissed, as Hanna's mouth closed around my cotton enclosed shaft, biting, her teeth little points of sharp pleasure. I dropped a hand to the back of her head, resting it there in gentle encouragement, fingers slipping between dark locks.

Her mouth opened slightly, moved lower, and bit down again, much harder. I moaned, pulling her mouth against my shorts. I love the intense touch of teeth on my shaft. My shorts darkened further as her saliva mixed with fresh dribbles of pre-come. 

Her hands slid up the outside of my thighs as she continued to nibble and bite down on me, they reached my shorts, fingers finding the waistband.

She pulled her head back and eased my damp shorts down over my cock, it fell free, tapping her nose, leaving a slippery shine. She moved her head from side to side, up and down, my cock twitching and bouncing over her face, soft noises of appreciation coming from her throat, giggles of pleasure. With my shorts down around my ankles she pulled back, opening her mouth wide, before moving forward again, using her lips on the sensitive, swollen plum at the head of my cock, her tongue flicking briefly against taut wet flesh.

I waited in delicious anticipation for the inevitable, the warm, wet embrace of her mouth, but it never came.

"Turn around," her voice was authoritative, tainted with lust. When I hesitated she did it for me, taking hold of my hips and spinning me around, my arse now facing her, my cock briefly swinging metronomic from side to side before coming to rest facing the bed. 

She reached for my belt, I heard it clinking as she did something with it behind my back, felt her grab a wrist, yanking it behind me, then the other, the black leather swiftly wrapped around them both, binding them together. My pulse quickened, fluttering in my chest, this was getting interesting.

"What are you doing?" I asked, aroused, and amused by this new development.

She stood up behind me, I felt her hands sliding firmly up my arms and back to my shoulder blades, then she spun me again to face her, my cock yearning for her, reaching out to touch, or be touched.

Hanna looked at me, taking in my stark, vulnerable nakedness, her gaze lingering on my scarlet, angry cock, a faint, twisted smile on her face, she was loving this, I was her toy, loving it too.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

She stepped in to kiss me before I could answer, her lips soft, and soon wet with our saliva. I moaned lightly as her small fingers delicately reached between us and found my dick, ten feather light caresses along my entire length, up and down to my balls, sliding in pre-come, spreading it further with the lightest touch. As she played with me, teasing me, I slowly moved my hips back and forth, trying to fuck her gossamer touch, my moans becoming louder as I longed to lift her skirt and play between her legs, but I was utterly powerless. 

Her excitement was audible in the rushing of her hot breath into my mouth, I staggered as she leaned into me, the back of my legs bumping against the bed. Still she pressed into me, her full tits against my chest, my dick leaving a damp trail on her brown skirt, and I fell backwards onto the bed.

She giggled, a malevolent sound, a naughty child, I sat on the edge of the bed, dick rising rock hard from my lap, helpless to do anything but watch as she stood before me, reveling in her power over me, and in the knowledge of her secret.

A hand moved to the waistline of her skirt, the other moved higher, to her perky tits, and played there, rubbing herself, squeezing hard, leaving red marks growing on her pale skin and soft moans hanging in the air.

I watched open mouthed as she continued to toy with her tits, the other hand dropping lower, pressing her skirt up in between her legs, pressing it into her sex and rubbing slowly back and forth, all the while her eyes never leaving mine, and as for me, how could I possibly look elsewhere? She smiled at me, and the smile said everything.

"I fucking love you," I murmured, meaning it utterly. I love her, she's my world, and I love watching her touch herself. Once she tied me up for an hour, an exquisite hour of sweet torture as she did disgustingly exciting things to herself with hands and fingers and a brand new vibrator...

The hand that moved slowly between her legs came back up to her waist, and fiddled with the clasp, releasing it. With both hands she began to lower the skirt over her wide hips, pausing as the top of her jet black pubes came into view, trimmed neat and short with my clippers, but still there, a woman's pussy not a girl's.

She stepped a little closer, I could have touched her if not for my bindings, and I ached for it. When she spoke her words flowed slowly, like warm maple syrup.

"Do you want to see my cunt?"

I nodded slowly.

"Do you want to touch her?"

Again I nodded, salivating at the thought. She stepped closer still, between my knees, her tits within range of my mouth, if I just leaned forward.

"I've been thinking about you all afternoon," her voice was husky and quiet, trembling with want. "I'm very wet."

"I know," I couldn't help but smile.

"That's right," she licked her lips. "You do don't you," her smile radiated filthy thoughts.

She wiggled her skirt over her wide hips, dropping it down her legs and stepping free. Reveling in her nakedness she widened her stance, knowing where my gaze would fall. Her hand followed my hungry eyes, and angled down over her belly.

As I watched, her fingers slid down through her thin thatch, slowly curling back between her parted thighs, three fingers covering her sex.

Open mouthed, and with her eyes almost closed, she released a long breathy moan as her flat fingers moved back and forth over her vibrant, puffy lips. Closing her eyes fully, she parted, then entered herself, a finger disappearing into her heat as she moaned again, pelvis rocking on her hand, her thighs parting ever wider.

Unable to touch the vision before me, unable to take part, I watched, rocking slightly on the bed. Words, rather than actions, spilled from me instead, raw and uncontrolled, mirroring my rising lusts.

"I want to fuck you," I hissed. "I want to fuck your cunt so hard."

"Hmmm," she murmured, her eyes opening, a smile twitching across her face.

She reached for me then, pulling her finger from inside herself, taking my head in both hands, I could smell her excitement, a rich tang of sex on her fingers, my cheek wet and slick with it. She pulled my mouth up to hers and kissed me for a long time, hungrily, her tongue forcing its way deep inside my mouth. My own needs matched hers, our mouths venting, and intensifying that lust, lips crushing wet, biting, risking nips and bruises. 

As we kissed she returned her fingers to where they'd just played, from the corner of my eye I could see it moving down there, circular motions, her breath coming in time, rushing into my open mouth in short, angry pants.

She stopped momentarily and roughly pushed my head down to her chest, purring as I opened my hungry mouth to a breast, hanging ripe and plump, begging to be bitten into.

Her fingers found my hair, cradling me there, murmuring, and then gasping as I took a soft pink nipple in my teeth, nibbling, then biting, again taking her a little way beyond simple pleasure. The small bud stiffened in my mouth, held with teeth, then flicked hard with tongue. She moved my head to her other tit, in complete control of her pleasure, and pain.

The hand she held firm between her thighs had stilled for a moment, but it moved again, I heard the slick sounds as she fingered herself deeply, forcefully. More than one finger pushed within and her arm, her shoulder, her whole body shook with the effort of fucking herself. I moved to the very edge of the bed, wanting to be near her, joined with, and in her.

"A little harder honey," she moaned, a tremor flavouring her voice. "Bite me."

My teeth grazed the pure white flesh, dragging across the surface, down to the bumpy pink areola, down to the nipple, taking it, and biting it, slowly increasing the pressure, her fingers hard in my hair, her breathing loud. 

I took another bite at it, getting a bigger mouthful, more pale flesh soft between my teeth, the firm nipple lashed by my stiff tongue, and I bit her, just like she asked, a little harder.

Her animal cry filled the room, fist clenching painfully in my hair, pulling me into her breast. The other hand a frenzy between her thighs as I tortured her with my teeth, giving her what she wanted, and maybe a little more, for a brief moment the tables turned, I held the control and Hanna was flotsam lost on the waves.

I released her, and the control, seeing the fire in her eyes before she pulled me hard to her other tit. Again she cried out as my teeth played upon her delicate flesh, a long shuddering moan in my ear that made me ache with lust, and drove me onwards, using my mouth to release all that need trapped inside, unleashing it on her pale breast.

Seconds later she wrenched my head up and we kissed ferociously, passion rising, her hand reaching down, taking my weeping cock in her fist, wanking me hard, yanking painfully on my foreskin, and making me gasp into her open mouth, as she moaned in return, while she forced pleasure from her own body with fast moving fingers.

"I'm gon, gonna..." Hanna's mouth was hard on mine as she came, the final breath bursting from her, filling my lungs as her body shook with the release, her cries fading to a whimper as she staggered back, sinking to her knees, her head low, sweat shining on her brow. She sat there, deep breathing for a little while, a stilled hand clenched between her thighs as she sat mute and lost on the floor.

When she looked up her eyes were half lidded, dreamy, brightening as she looked me in the eye.

"Fuck," she sounded incredulous.

"Good?" I asked, with a wry smile.

She didn't reply, looking down at herself instead, at her shiny wet breasts, and the crescent moon shapes blooming upon her pale flesh. 

"Look what you've done to me," her fingertip traced the line of those red marks, circling her nipples, gliding on the thin coat of my saliva.

"Look what you've done," she repeated quietly, almost more to herself than to me, as she caressed her breasts with slow care, softly squeezing the abused flesh. 

As her head swung up back towards me, I saw a look on her face that both chilled and thrilled me in equal measure.

She came for me, kneeling between my thighs, pulling my head down to her so we could kiss again, softly at first, until she spoke against my lips. 




Meeting For Lunch at Sam's Cafe



"You have no idea how naughty I'm gonna be tonight," she whispered, her voice cracking with need.

Then, before I could reply, her mouth was on me again, tongue twisting deep inside. Her hands briefly finding my slippery cock, one light stroke, a few more, bringing me back up to full, straining glory. Job done they moved again, came up to my chest and pushed me backwards till I fell, lying as flat as I could with my hands tied behind my back.

As I fell, her hands slid down my torso, coming to rest back teasingly near my cock. Those hands moved, travelling up and down the length of my hairy thighs, pushing them wider while her eyes held mine, shining with intent. 

Eventually those hands zeroed in on the thing at the apex of my thighs, the thing that stood proud, alive and rampant. She took it in her hands, a firm grip, pulling back my foreskin slowly, revealing the shiny wet head of my dick, a fresh pearl of pre-come budding at the tip as she squeezed. She lowered her head, a glint in her eye and with the very tip of her tongue, took the pearl into her mouth.

My breath rushed hard through my flared nostrils as she enveloped me in the wet heat of her mouth, her saliva mixing with pre-come, her tongue wrapping itself around the sensitive skin, taut with blood, a hand joining in, spreading slick fluids down to my clenched balls, toying with them, and me.

She spat on my dick, and spread it with her hand, wanking me quickly, forcefully, a hint of pain flavouring the pleasure. With the balls of my feet on the floor I pushed my arse up off the bed, straining upwards, seeking her mouth, her touch. She looked up at me, eyes alive with wicked schemes, holding my gaze as her hand slipped lower, to my balls again, and beyond, tickling my perineum with a damp fingertip.

"Hmmmh," I moaned, wiggling and pulling myself with my feet to the very edge of the bed, easing and encouraging her access, waiting, hoping for the rare touch I craved.

I moaned again as it came, exultant as she explored my anus with the tickling light touch of her middle finger, sending sick shivers radiating throughout me, leaving me weak.

"You like this don't you Thomas." she murmured. "You dirty, dirty little boy." her mouth closed around me again, sucking me briefly, but forcefully, her finger circling lightly, playing in the depression like a marble rolling in a bowl.

"Hmmnnn," I replied, all I could say, half in response to her words, and half to the sensations she was giving me. 

She knows I love this, but it's such a rare treat, only when she's in a truly filthy mood will she even contemplate going 'down there'.

"You'd like it inside you, wouldn't you."

I nodded, causing her mouth to twitch into a lascivious smile.

"What do you say?"

"Please," I urged. "Please."

"You want my finger in your dirty arsehole?"

I nodded again, writhing as her finger became more insistent, and I pushed down against it, yearning desperately for the most intimate caress.

My cock twitched, Jesus I was close to the edge already, she was fucking with my head completely, taking me spiralling down into the depths of my desire, into the dark places I'm seldom allowed to visit.

"I know you want it in you, you told me once, you remember?" The place came to me even as she said it. 

"In Cornwall."

I nodded, of course I remembered. A couple of months ago we'd hired a small, one bedroom cottage deep in the countryside there. We hardly left its walls, spending most of the weekend in bed. We've had filthy weekends before, but this one was special. On the last night, as if trying to postpone the end of the weekend, we'd talked, and talked, opening up to each other, lying in the darkness, warm beneath the covers, till the sun began to bleed through the curtains.

I shivered, Hanna's finger testing my tight ring of muscle, but I wasn't entirely there, part of me was back in Cornwall, remembering the night we'd shared our darkest secrets.

The sight of her finger disappearing within her mouth bought me back hard into the moment. As it appeared again it was shiny with saliva, saliva that felt cold as she pressed it against my muscle, testing the seal, pushing against it.

"I bet I know what you're thinking about," she said, her smile toxic as she pressed harder, slowly, slowly breaking through the tight ring into the open space beyond. I mewled, lying helpless on the bed with my head tipped back, mouth open, eyes closed as her wet finger forced the breath from my lungs.

Almost immediately she removed her finger again, making me gasp as the violated muscle clenched tighter shut than before. Circling the depression, she teased for a second then pushed it back deep inside, making me yelp, curling the finger upwards to find that special, dirty secret spot and playing there, easing a need, an itch that doesn't exist before the scratch, something electric taking hold of me as she did, my cock jerked, a flow of precome running down the shaft.

"Uhhh" I grunted, overcome by the feel of her finger stroking inside me, and by the sheer dirtiness of the act. She opened her mouth around my rock solid cock again, lapping at my sex secretions, sucking me, milking me with a squeezing hand, driving me near the edge, dangerously so, the thought of what she might have in store, and her finger inside me, making my head swim.

I shook my head, pushing away dangerous thoughts of coming in her mouth, my body wanted to, but I desperately didn't, not yet, not yet, I clenched, my whole body tense, she looked up, sensing my struggle, her finger slowing inside me.

"Is it good?"

I nodded, it was so fucking good.

"You know what I'm going to do soon don't you."

Again I nodded, the merest twitch of my head, I knew, and yet I didn't, but I hoped, and prayed.

"Tell me," I whimpered, making her smile. "Please."

Her finger withdrew, slipping slickly from my wet arsehole, the muscle closing up tight again, leaving the afterglow of her intimate caress still there inside me.

"I don't think one finger is enough. Do you?"

"No," I moaned, breathing hard. "Give me more." 

"What do you say?"

"Please...please." I stammered, lost in her sweetest torture.

I watched her bring her hand up to her mouth, for a delirious second I thought she would take the dirty finger inside, instead she held up two fingers together, and spat, forcefully, coating them with a big wad of saliva.

Down again went her hand, and I braced myself, waiting for the wet touch.

"Ohhhhfuckyes," I moaned, and writhed, as her fingers sought entrance, easing, pressing, pressing...

"Oh."

I opened up around her fingers, stretched tight, tighter as she slowly eased in, all the way.

"You like it?" she asked, as her fingers pulled back a little, before pressing ever deeper.

I couldn't reply, instead pressing down against her fingers, spreading my legs ever wider, mewling, and begging for it.

I watched her smile as our eyes met, as her arm began to move back and forth, my breath coming in short gasps, my body shaking as she finger fucked my taboo hole.

"You dirty boy," she hissed. "You dirty, dirty boy," her words coming in time with her fingers, moving deep and rhythmically. Then they were gone, popping slickly from my arsehole making me gasp again. 

Hanna got up off the floor and up onto the bed, her breasts wobbling hypnotically as she climbed up to kneel beside my head. I had a good view between her slightly parted thighs, to where her cunt lay ripe and glistening, but my attention was swiftly taken elsewhere. 

She held those two dirty fingers up near her nose, and with her eyes on mine gave them a sniff.

"I can smell your arsehole," she whispered, like a naughty child doing something it knows is wrong.

My cock twitched, not for the first or last time that night, and I watched transfixed as she bought her fingers to her mouth. 

I lay unable to breathe, unable to do anything but watch open mouthed, as she extended her tongue and flicked at the dirty digits, I moaned, releasing my held breath as she took the fingers inside soft lips, her eyes never leaving mine. Something passed between us in that gaze.

Then we were kissing, her musty fingers swapping between our mouths, both fighting for them, taking them eagerly inside. Hanna spread the tainted saliva over my face, her face, even reaching again for my cock, leaving it wet. I knew it was sick, wrong, but I wanted it, the filthy act taking us further than ever before, and closer somehow.

"Dirty bitch, dirty bitch..." I hissed at her, again and again into her mouth, gasping as she squeezed my cock, her mouth absorbing the gasp.

She took my head in both hands, holding it tightly and holding my gaze with her large, once sweetly innocent eyes, now fierce and wanton. She was breathing hard when she spoke.

"I want you bent over on this bed, I want you on your knees, your arse in the air, and then..." she kissed me, her tongue working deep before moving her mouth to my ear, close enough for lips to brush as she spat out the next words "And then I'm going to fuck you baby."

I whimpered, head spinning as she spoke again.

"I'm gonna fuck your tight little dirty arse."

Weak with need, swimming lost in it, I let myself be moved, manhandled even, and before I knew it I found myself on my knees on the edge of the bed, face down in the sheets, head twisted to the side, unable to support myself with my hands still bound hard behind my back. My arse was high, vulnerable and open to whatever she wanted, which was exactly what I craved, what I had dreamt of for so long.

She stood behind me, out of view, her delicate hands stroking the back of my thighs, running up and down, lingering on my proudly taut behind. 

"Shall I put it on now baby?" Her voice was soothing, almost motherly, yet not hiding her desire. Those words made something inside my chest move, twitch, clenching tight with need. A shiver of something like fear started at my balls and ran all the way up my spine. "Put it on" I knew what it had to be, yet I couldn't believe it, I couldn't dare it to be true.

"Please." I managed to blurt.

"Please what?" she asked, her finger lazily tracing along the damp valley of my arse.

"Please, please... put it on."

"I thought so, you fucking pervert." 

I could hear the wicked smile in her voice, as she gave my bottom a sharp spank before her hands left me.

I watched her slowly walk around the side of the bed trailing, a hand on the covers as she went. I turned my head to follow as best I could, watching her curves move, my eyes lingering on her heavy breasts, full behind and the sweet flare of her hips. 

She bent down, breasts swinging, picking up something until then hidden beneath the bed, the pink bag. She set it on the bed, and slowly pulled open the top, peering inside and smiling as she dipped her hand within.

She withdrew a couple of black boxes and placed them on the bed beside each other before putting the bag away again on the floor.

She lifted the lid on the largest box, placing it to one side. It was flat and square, the pastel pink tissue paper inside rustling as she withdrew her new garment, lifting it up in front of her chest. It was hard to breathe as I saw it for the first time, my cock twitching and dribbling freely onto the sheets as I saw the reality of my darkest fantasy. The one I'd only ever told her about, no one else, I wouldn't dare.

It was made from leather, rubber, and metal, definitely expensive looking. She held it up to me and buckles clinked. There was a molded rubber flange at the centre of a web of leather. It was wide at the top, narrowing greatly towards the bottom. At its widest point the front had what looked like a silvery screw thread, the other side populated with a fat, 3 inch rubber stub, and just below that was a smaller stub, the thickness of a grape and maybe an inch long, I didn't have to guess where they would go. 

"I tried it on in the shop," Hanna's voice was thick with want as she lifted a leg through a strap, then the other, pulling it slowly up her legs, wiggling it up her womanly, smooth white thighs. "It fits soo fucking well," she purred.

She hitched it up, a thin central strap swinging between her legs as she positioned the flange over her pink flushed cunt, using both hands, one reaching down to part herself, the other pushing, easing the thick main stub inside. She moaned as it slipped within, and pushed it tight up against her sex before reaching further down between her legs. 

Her eyes closed, a look of determination and pleasure colouring her face as she pressed the smaller nub against the tight depression of her anus, a sigh of pure lust released from her lips as it broke the seal, popping inside its new home. 

She was breathing heavily as she reopened her eyes and began to fasten all the clips and buckles, of which there were many, finishing with the strap that hung down between her legs, pulling it up behind herself, turning around then bending over to let me watch as she attached it at the back. The strap bisecting the stunningly full and smooth twin globes of her behind. Then, buckle by buckle, she tightened it, pulling everything up hard against her, leather and metal surely leaving impressions in her pale skin.

It looked like some kind of chastity belt, a black rubber and shiny metal barrier between me and her cunt. When she removed the missing piece from the other box however, all chaste thoughts went, replaced by rapidly spiraling levels of lust.

I heard myself moan as I saw it, a long, thick black shaft. She turned from me as she screwed it into the base plate. Leaving me to imagine and dream.

She turned back to face me again, her big, black, and slightly curved cock swinging solidly into view. Her eyes held me as she stroked her new penis, an aura of power, lust and control oozed from her, and the soaking puddle of precome grew wider beneath my dribbling cock.

She walked back, walked behind me. I tried to follow her all the way around but couldn't.

I felt her hands on my buttocks again, heard the blood rushing in my ears, real fear now blossoming, it was too big, surely, far too big.

I sensed her settling on her haunches, her face level with my anus. Her hands pulled at my buttocks, spreading them, exposing the damp puckered ring to her gaze, leaving it vulnerable, and open.

Her breath tickled me there, her cheeks touching mine, her nose nuzzling into the cleft. Oh please yes I thought, then...

"Ohhhmm," I moaned, electric sensations spreading from my anus as the tip of her tongue found it, circling, teasing, pressing inwards.

"Yes, do it... please," I pleaded, as her invasive tongue pressed harder, her hands gripping me by my thighs as she pushed her mouth hard against me, breaking my seal with her tongue, stabbing it in, and again, and again."

"You dirty fucking bitch," I spat, pushing back against her mouth as she pulled me ever harder, her tongue fucking me hungrily. "Dirty bitch."

Then, suddenly, her tongue was gone, and I knew she'd stood up behind me. I heard, rather than saw a bedside drawer being opened, and knew immediately which one it was. Moments later I gasped as the cool lube was smeared between my cheeks, then again as her slippery fingers pushing inside me again, spreading their slick load. She chucked the bottle on the bed, it bounced and rolled over the edge, landing with a thud.

Her hands returned to my buttocks, kneading and squeezing, spreading what lube remained on her fingers across the smooth muscle. My heart POUNDED in my chest, oh fuck, this was it, did I really want this? Fuck yes! This was what I'd dreamed of, being fucked by a beautiful woman, but as much as I craved it, could I really cope with the reality?

"Are you ready to be fucked baby?"

I whimpered a yes, tensing but trying to relax.

"Say please." She was milking the moment, teasing me, making the most of it, and I loved it.

"Do it... please."

"Now?" Her hands gripped my waist.

"Pleeaase." I was desperate, and my voice cracked with it, I needed it so badly.

Her hands moved, pulling my cheeks apart, not for her mouth this time, but for the thick black cock that nudged its way between them. She guided it carefully to the slippery, lubed up depression.

I felt the pressure increase against me, it didn't feel right, and she knew it, adjusting, trying again, just a couple of millimeters higher, then she pressed again.

"There," I hissed. "Oh fuck yes, there."

The pressure increased, more and more, she gripped my waist and tugged gently on me as I pushed back against her. It wasn't going in, it was too big. I whimpered in need and frustration, and then pain, as she tried again to break me with her new cock. 

"Push back baby," she whispered as she moved her hands again, pulling my cheeks apart, her hands sliding in spit and lube. "Push back."

I pushed back against the pressure, feeling it increase, feeling the pain as my anus struggled to fight off the invasion, a struggle that slowly, wonderfully, it lost.

It gave a millimeter, two, pushing ever so slowly inwards, stretching the muscle, breaking the seal. I moaned loudly, a pool of drool beneath my open mouth as, slowly, painfully the thick plastic cock pushed past the tight barrier of muscle, stretching me wider than ever before.

"Yes baby, yes, I'm in you, I'm in your dirty bum hole," there was lustful glee in her voice.

"Nmmmpph," was about all I could reply as inch by inch she filled my cavity, pausing, withdrawing a fraction, then sliding ever deeper. Her hands moved again to my waist and she pulled herself in, all the way, pushing breath from my lungs and making me moan in abandon.

I lay panting heavily, impaled on the cock, her thighs against mine, the buckles and straps of her wonderful garment against my arse. Painfully I twisted my head as far as I could, I wanted to see her. I could, but only just, in my peripheral vision, the shape of her breasts, the flashes of red in her hair. I felt so stretched, so full, I quivered inside at the thought of her moving behind me, fucking me hard.

I reached back with my bound hands, stretching my fingers, finding her bellybutton and dipping inside. She took my hands, holding them by the belt that bound them. Her other hand reached forward, sliding between my shoulder blades, fingers spreading out around the back of my neck as she began to move, pulling back, withdrawing the cock.

"All the times you've fucked me Thom, all the times you've pounded my cunt with your cock..." she withdrew almost fully, then began to slide back in, pulling me back towards her, pushing her cock in me. "Now it's my turn baby, I'm gonna pound you with my cock, I'm gonna fuck you so hard." 

Nearly hypnotized by her voice, I could nevertheless hear the desire cracking it, but the sounds were drowned out by the sensations as her dick pushed in again, sliding quicker, all the way into my tight, stretched hole.

I grunted into the damp sheet, overcome, the tip of my cock rubbing against the cotton as she moved behind me, her hand gripping tight on my neck, and pulling me back by my wrists.

"Ysss," I managed to say as again she slid inside, I was opening up to her now, the pain still there, but receding, the pleasure taking over as the fake dick massaged my insides, finding the zone as she pushed it in and slid it back out again, in, out, in, out faster now, her breathing audible, panting as she stopped making love to me and began to fuck me, really fuck me like I'd always dreamed, with her big strap on cock.

"Take it," she hissed, the bed creaking, her thighs slapping against mine, damp now with perspiration. 

I was there, it was everything I'd wanted, and it felt so, so fucking good, painful, intense, amazing. My moans, her panting breath and the squeaking, creaking of the bed all mixed up together. Oh, fuck yes.




Meeting For Lunch at Sam's Cafe



She wasn't touching my cock, but I felt like it would explode at any moment, I knew I was leaking, an almost constant stream of liquid flowing from me as she drove into me.

"Fuck me," I grunted. "Fuck me harder." I wanted everything she could give me and that was what I got, her own animal moans coming in time to her harder thrusts, I could only imagine what those nubs were doing to her pussy, and her own arse, but mine was on fire, slick wet, disgusting and beautiful fire.

"Ohhhhhh yes, yes, I'm gonna..." I moaned, getting close, I was gonna come, cock ready to burst. I couldn't believe that she wasn't even touching my cock and yet I was there, hovering on the edge of coming, it was intense, it was fucking amazing.

"Take it baby, take it baby, take it," Hanna intoned, gasping behind me as she gave me everything, that huge fat cock pushing the air from me, pushing me over the edge...

I shook, and tensed up, my sphincter pulsing tighter around the rubber cock and then I exploded, gasping, loud then silent, then whimpering like a child as the torrid orgasm took my body from me, come gushing and spattering onto the sheets below. 

Hanna gasped, reaching around for my cock, wanking me hard, and milking me of everything I had, her hand slip-sliding in come as she continued to pound into me. Eventually I collapsed forward, almost laughing, almost crying, overwhelmed and gasping as the dildo popped from my hole.

I lay there for a second or so, feeling Hanna quickly loosening the belt from my wrists, freeing my hands, then spinning me over to face her, blood returning to my hands as it drained from my cock, taking my energy with it.

I looked up at her as I lay panting like a landed fish. Breathless and wild, her cheeks were flushed red, her skin satin with sweat, a bead running down her forehead, her hair lank.

I watched as she removed the strap on, watched her face as the lengths of rubber slid from her twin holes and then watched as she slipped it from her hips, down her legs to be discarded on the floor.

She moved on the bed, kneeling beside me, stroking my face, I reached for her, pulling her face down to mine and kissing her thankfully.

It was a while before I spoke.

"Wow."

"You liked?" she asked, playing with my chest hair.

"Mmmm, it was so... wow," 

I melted, limp limbed into the bed, looking up at her, my beautiful Hanna, for a while she looked back, her chest still heaving, her hand trailing up and down my torso, until my eyes threatened to close. 

"Don't you dare go to sleep." She gave me a playful slap on the face.

"You've tired me out." I protested.

"I don't give a shit, I've never been so fucking wet, you're not sleeping yet." There was real need there, and frustration, rather than playfulness in her voice. 

Energy flowed again into my limbs as she leaned in and kissed me hard, her hand roughly grasping mine and pulling it insistently forward, between her parted legs.

"Oh my god," I gasped, incredulous as my fingers found the flood. "I guess you enjoyed it then."

"You have no idea," she replied, as my fingers slipped easily inside, two digits sliding deep. "It was," she smiled. "Wow"

I sat up, both of us kneeling now, my hand moving rhythmically in her soaking cunt, the other slipping behind her neck and pulling her into me, kissing her hard, loving it as she moaned lustily into my mouth. 

"Do me Thom."

I was still recovering from my orgasm, but my mind flitted to the cock lying on the floor, and I knew what I had to do.

I moved across the bed, leaving her needful cunt alone for a second and then reached down to the floor, buckles jangling as I picked up the dirty strap on dick.

She moaned her appreciation as she saw what I was getting, and as I looked back at her, her own hand had moved between her legs, slipping and sliding over flushed wet flesh.

I returned to her, unscrewing the cock from its base and then discarding it, leaving me with just the thick, long black dick in my hands. We kneeled before each other, her hand still moving between her legs as I raised the fake dick to her mouth. She looked at me, and back to the dirty cock, and I understood, she wanted me to show her the way. 

Leaning forward towards her, our mouths, and the cock meeting in the middle, I stretched out my tongue and heard her moan as it made contact with the slippery, soiled plastic. The taste of rubber, lube, and something else mixed on my tongue. Seconds later her mouth joined mine, licking and sucking the cock, cleaning it, tasting it and tasting my arsehole upon it.

Our tongues clashed, our lips, and then we were kissing, franticly, mewling and hissing our desires into each other. The cock discarded momentarily as I slid my hand back down between her legs, joining hers there, pushing her fingers into herself, fucking her sodden cunt with hard, desperate fingers. Our bodies slid together, moist with sweat, her fat breasts pressing against me.

I pushed her back onto the bed, her legs spreading gleefully. She held them to her chest with hands behind knees as I lowered my mouth to her and drank, lapping up the free flowing juices until she dripped with a foamy mix of saliva and come. Her clit shone bright red and swollen, her loud gasps and murmurs sweet music as I flicked and licked at it with the tip of my tongue. 

Then, as I noticed my cock was twitching alive again, swelling with every heartbeat, I headed south, past her crimson lips and weeping entrance, lower still to the puckered pink entrance to her anus. Placing my hands beneath her buttocks I lifted her up to my mouth, my tongue dipping into the depression, her moan telling me yes, yes, oh fuck yes. 

I pushed in, stiffening my tongue and forcing it inside, surprised at how easily she opened up to me, her hands replacing my tongue on her cunt, fingers playing circular games on her clit. Her other hand pushed on the top of my head, demanding more of my tongue than I could give. 

I tongue fucked her welcoming arse as deeply as I could, driven on by her gasping cries, and the sheer filthiness of the act, but soon my tongue could give no more, and I craved more, my dick aching, and so I released her, sitting up a little and picking up the big fake cock.

Hanna's eyes widened as she saw it again.

"Yes," her eyes feral. "Fuck me with it," she demanded, as I lowered it between her thighs, her ripe, glistening pussy lay open, empty and begging to be filled.

Her eager cunt stretched around the invading plastic, swallowing it whole as I pushed it all the way, filling her completely and leaving her gasping. Moments later she was writhing on the bed, pelvis rocking, meeting and matching the thrusts as I fucked her with the thick dildo, her cries building rapidly. I grabbed her hand and forced it onto the cock, making her fuck herself, which she did eagerly, slamming that black dick forcefully inside herself, moaning and panting as she did so, wet sounds coming from between her legs as she dripped onto the sheets. 

I took my own cock in my hands, stroking myself and spreading the slick of come and precome along its length as I watched her. She, in turn, watched me, her eyes hungry as she fucked herself, bucking against her heavy thrusts of the dildo.

I could have stayed watching the magnificent sight for ever, but I needed to get something. Leaning off the edge of the bed I picked up the discarded bottle of lube and then returned to kneel before her, cock in one hand lube in the other.

Hanna moaned as she watched the stream of slippery blue gel land on my already slick shaft, more of it dripping to the cotton sheets between my legs, the rest spread along my length with a slow fist. 

She lifted her free hand, the one that wasn't moving hard between her legs, and beckoned me closer.

"Thom," she urged. "Please, now."

Giddy, almost sick with desire I knelt between her thighs, looking hungrily downwards. Her sex juice flowed almost freely from her cunt, the dildo pushing out more with every thrust. It dripped into her pink arsehole, leaving it shining, drawing me in. I squeezed more lube on my fingers and lowered them there. 

Her chest heaved, breasts wobbling as I eased a slick finger inside her bum hole, twisting it slowly within, the muscle gripping tightly. She moaned, clasping bed sheets, and then gasped as I removed it again, craving penetration of a different sort, but leaving that tight hole slick and ready for my arse hungry cock.

Hanna closed her eyes as she pushed the dildo inside herself as far as it would go, leaving just the thick black base jutting out, and then she lifted her arms above her head, bracing herself on the head board of the bed.

"Fuck my arse," she hissed as I moved closer, taking a pillow and folding it up. She lifted her deliciously rounded buttocks from the bed as I moved the pillow beneath them, leaving her raised up, more accessible to my cock.

Closer still I moved, my cock nudging her, bouncing and sliding over her buttocks, into the cleft between, just beneath her sopping, dildo stretched pussy. Hanna whimpered and braced herself further as I pressed my cock against her, feeling and testing the resistance. I looked in her eyes as I pressed harder, guiding my steel shaft with one hand, holding her waist with the other. 

Her eyes never left mine as I pressed myself into her. She bit down on her bottom lip, nostrils flaring as her anus was slowly forced to open around me. The resistance eased, brown eyes widening, mouth opening into a silent cry as the tight ring enveloped the head of my cock and I began to slowly slide into her.

That deliciously tight constriction moved slowly up my shaft as I pushed all the way, until the base of the black dildo touched my torso, my cock buried deep inside the filthy cavity.

I could feel that dildo above my cock, pressing against me, further restricting the space inside her, and when I moved, it moved, doubling her sensation.

I withdrew all the way, sliding wetly from her, just for the joy of entering her again, feeling that muscle stretch tightly around me as I took her arsehole again, pushing myself into her. 

Leaning forward I placed my hands on the bed either side of her breasts

"Uhhhh, hhhhhh," she stretched out her arms for me, grabbing my arse and pulling me in, demanding more.

Filled to the hilt, every inch of me inside her, I still strained for more, pushing the dildo with my lower belly, wanting deeper, the urge to fuck so strong. 

Breathing heavily I withdrew till the swollen ridge of my cock pulled against her ring, pausing there, I then took in the beautiful sight before me, of my beloved, wanton slut, legs spread, chest heaving. 

"Are you gonna fuck me or just look at me," was my beloved's hissed response.

I smiled, and then gave myself to the moment, driving my cock within her, making her gasp out loud, and then moan and beg for more as I began to fuck her anus with smooth, long thrusts. 

Her arms stretched out to the sides, grasping anything that came their way as I slid powerfully within her. Her breaths came in time to my thrusts as each one seemed to push the air from her, her breasts spilling slightly to the sides, wobbling and bouncing with every movement.

Hanna's cries became almost anguished as I began grunting with the effort, the bed protesting, her head reaching the padded headboard. Her lips mouthed the words she could not speak, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, her eyes imploring more from every thrust into her ravished anus. 

Soon even mouthing words was too much, her head twisting, her body writhing as I fucked her, the sensations building in me, lost in the need to empty myself deep inside her.

"FuckyouFuckyouFuckyou..." I hissed with my thrusts as I felt her anus pulsing around me, her orgasm leaving her open mouthed and helpless, her arms fluttering in space, before finding my shoulders, leaving red crescents behind, her thighs shaking, rocking with the force of her pleasure. 

Soon after that I exploded inside her, my cry filling the room as the sensations overwhelmed me, every nerve sparking and shattering, leaving me to collapse in sweaty pieces, withdrawing and climbing beside her on our damp bed.

I spooned her still shaking body, reaching over and between her legs, withdrawing the dripping dildo. She gasped as it slid from her hypersensitive pussy, she even shook when I kissed her shoulder.

Holding her, I let her come down in her own pace, until she turned and embraced me, planting a tender kiss on my lips.

"You can sleep now," she whispered. "tired now."

"What if I want to carry on?" I asked. 

"Go ahead, I'll just lay here."

We stayed in silence for a while, holding each other, breathing slowly with deep eye contact. 

"Thank you" I whispered, meaning it utterly, planting a light peck on her nose to emphasize it.

"Was I okay?" she asked. "Not too rough?"

"You were perfect," I replied "I owe you one."

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that." 

We kissed again and then I reached over and turned off the bedside light.

The next morning came, and I was late for work, rushing to finish my breakfast.



Meeting for Lunch at the Theatre



She knew it was a fantasy of his. He had once told her about what he wanted to try sexually. As they were just friends at that stage, she was amazed that he would tell her something so private and risky. After all not all men admitted that they wanted to try to suck a cock.

Their relationship was different. They could talk about many different things. They often talked about common everyday stuff, but they had also talk about sexuality. Mostly getting the view point of the other gender.

They had FaceTimed and texted and the sexual tension was so much that they both came while the other watched. Had they ever gotten together sexually, no. Did they both want to, yes. 

They were married to other people and that was the problem. He just wouldn't cross the line of having that physical relationship. She at times thought he was complicated. He had no problem telling her what he wanted to do to her sexually or even texting her a picture of his engorged cock, but he wouldn't touch her.

She had often told him that she had never swallowed. She liked to give head to her husband, but she had never swallowed her husband's cum. This surprised him and even though he offered his cum to be her first, he never followed through. 

If she could pull off what she had planned, maybe they'd both get their wish.

When they first ventured into these sexual flirtatious, he sent her stories about glory holes. She had never heard of them and the idea was terrifying. How could a women go to one of these booths? How clean were the places? How clean were the cocks? How could a man go to one of these places and stick his erect penis through a hole? Were they not afraid of what might happen to their dick if a mean person was in the other booth?

These thoughts preoccupied her mind as she read the stories, but she warmed up to the idea. Well her pussy was the one that got warm, and moist. 

She in fact had masturbated to these types of stories and as their relationship progressed, they sent various stories back and forth, often telling each other if the stories made them cum or didn't arouse them. 

She was determined to have him in her mouth and to give him his fantasy to suck a cock. 

When she was on her own one day after reading numerous glory hole and adult theatre stories, she was horny and wet. She was playing with herself, fingering her labia, using her fingertips on her breasts and nipples as she read. There were times that she closed her eyes and she saw herself on her knees in front of him pleasuring his member. Having her mouth on him as he shot his load of cum inside her mouth. She wanted that to happen so she developed a plan.

She first googled glory holes and Vancouver. She read some stuff that came up, but it did not look like there were any in town. She then tried the various towns that neighboured Vancouver, again no luck. 

Then she tried Seattle and glory hole sites popped up. There ended up being one in a city just north of Seattle in Everett. The only problem was now, how to get him down there?

It had been a good couple of months after she found the place and the perfect opportunity was about to happen.

He had mentioned to her one day that he was going to see the Seahawks play the 49's in a playoff game with some buddies and that they were going down on a Friday after work and then home on Sunday after the game.

It was perfect as she could drive down to Everett meet him at the location and then shop at the outlets afterwards. All that was needed was him to show up.

She waited until he texted her and she sprung the opportunity on him. When the texting turned sexual, she held her breath as she texted him a message. 

"Would you like to meet for lunch?"

She never knew how he'd react to meeting her in public. After all they were married to different people and being seen together might be the cause of some rumours.

As he responded to her text about what she had in mind, she told him of her idea to travel to Everett to go shopping on the same weekend as his travel plans. If he could get away from his buddies she like to see him. 

At first he thought that seeing her might be hard but after finding out that Saturday with the guys was free time, he agreed and told her send him the address and time. 

She quickly sent him the address of the location and a time just around lunch. She snickered a little as he did not know what he'd be having for lunch. She knew that his cock would finally be in her mouth and she was looking forward to it.

Saturday finally arrived and she left her husband and kids at home and left for the border. While waiting in the border line, she did some quick calculations and figured with the drive, the border lineup, and finding the place she should be at the adult theatre about 5-10 minutes before him. 

The entire drive she could not stop thinking about what her plan was and it excited her. Her hand absentmindedly would work its way up inside her dress and stroke the inside of her thigh and occasionally touch her pussy. She wanted to pull off at one of the rest areas and rub one out, but she was afraid that after she'd cum, she would not go through with it. 

She followed the GPS and pulled up in front of the building 30 minutes earlier than expected. Traffic was either light or the excitement in her made her drive faster than usual. The plan was to wait outside for him, but being there so early, she decided to check out the place on her own. 

With her heart pounding like she was running a sprint and her pussy soaking wet, she exited her SUV and walked inside her first adult store. 

The bell on the door startled her and as she walked inside she felt all the eyes of the other customers on her. Her first thought was that someone would recognize her, but she quickly put those thoughts out of her mind as she was not close to home. Then she saw the types of people in the store; about 6 men and 2 couples. They were typical looking people no different than herself. 

She was amazed at how relatively clean the place was. The women at the cashier said hi to her and let her know that if she needed anything to just let her know. She spent the next 10 minutes wandering around the store and venturing close to the video booth area. 

She saw the sign that said you needed tokens for the booths and with all her courage she walked up to the cashier and asked for $10 worth. The cashier looked surprised at the amount and told her that she could start with $5 and if she wanted more to come back out. 

She felt a little embarrassed for asking for so much but she'd had never done this before. So with her tokens she went into the video booths. Each booth had a door and a sign as to if it was occupied or not. The first couple of booths close to the store were occupied so she went further back. 

Even though the next door she tried showed it was free, she opened the door and there was a couple in it. The women was bent over getting fucked from behind while she was sucking a cock through a hole in the wall. 

It was one of those moments in life that was shocking. She was already horny, but this very scene in front of her turned her on even more. The man fucking the women told her to either come in or shut the door. She shut the door and quickly found an empty booth. 

She sat on the chair, put a token in and the screen came to life. An very graphic, hard core porn flick came on. Two guys were in a 69 sucking each other's cocks while they each slid a dildo into each other's ass. The video was too graphic for her. She surfed the channels finally stopping on a two guy one girl threesome. The girl was sucking on a guy and the video went off. She put in more tokens and watched the video. 

Her hands explored her body as she watched. Her nipples grew hard and she could feel the moisture from her pussy seep down her ass crack. She knew that she could get wet, but never like how she was. Her fingers added to her excitement. She would touch her inside thighs then brush against her pussy. She'd then spread her legs and her pussy opened up like a flower in bloom. Her labia parted and her clit engorged with blood. It was so sensitive.

When the video stopped, she added more tokens. She looked at her watch and the anticipation was getting to her. She was horny. She needed a cock. She needed his cock. 

Her tokens were out. She knew that the $10 would have done, but she collected herself, and went to get more tokens. 

The cashier gave her a huge smile when she asked for $10 of tokens and under her breath whispered if you get into any situation you don't want to be in, just holler. 

She looked around the store to see if he was there yet. He wasn't, so she went back to the booths. She was just behind a couple who went into a booth and she went into the next booth, with the intention of watching them. 

She plugged the tokens into her screen and found a video, but did not pay attention to the movie. She found the hole in the wall and peered through. The couple did not waste much time. The man was standing behind the lady and his hands were in her pants fingering her pussy. She could see the women as they were turned towards her. 

The man slid the lady's pants down and she could see his fingers work her pussy. The lady was getting more vocal, obviously getting closer to her orgasm. With the lady's arms over her head, wrapped around the back of the man's head, his left hand was groping her naked breasts and his right hand fingering her clit, the lady came with a groan. 

The lady turned around and bent down. Where they settled in their booth was situated right by the hole that she was watching through.

The lady reached for her partners pants and unzipped them. She reached in and brought out a very erect cock. The lady held it in her hand, it was so very close to the hole. She watched the lady take the cock into her mouth over and over. Her tongue swirled over the head. She could see precum and saliva mixed together every time her mouth left the cock. 

She surprised herself and the couple in the other booth when the words came out of her mouth. 

"Let me have a turn."

The lady looked up at the man and smiled. He turned towards the hole. 

She backed up from the hole when it pushed its way through. There it was, an angry looking cock that needed attention. 

She grabbed the cock and noticed how wet and slippery it was. She just jerked on it to start then moved closer to it. She couldn't believe it. Here she was about to put only the second cock inside her mouth, and it wasn't even the man she had planned. 

Her mouth engulfed the cock, sucking it like a baby trying to feed from its mother's breasts. Her left hand went to the shaft and her right went to her pussy. Her mouth and hand got into a rhythm where her hand would slide his foreskin back to his balls and her mouth would slide to his head, leaving his shaft exposed, and then her hand would moved forward as would her mouth so her fist and her mouth would meet in the middle of his shaft.

She could sense the taste of salt on her tongue and she prepared for his eminent release.

She took her mouth off his cock and proceeded to jerk him off at a rapid pace. She had promised herself that the man she was coming here to meet would be the first load she swallowed, so as the cock exploded, she found her hand and arm covered in cum. 

The guy in the next booth said thank you and withdrew his softening cock through the hole. His partner offered tissues through the hole so she took them wiped off the cum and sat back into her chair. Her video had just stopped and as she went to put another token in the slot, her cell phone went off.

It was a text from him, asking if the address was correct. 

She sent him a reply saying that she was inside and asked him to come and find her.

See what happens in part 2.



Meeting for Lunch Ch. 02



[Author's Note: If you are inexperienced, bondage can be a dangerous thing to 'play' with. Please take it seriously and use caution before putting yourself or anyone else at risk.

Thanks to my reader's for the wonderful response. Keep the feedback coming and I will supply the stories. This takes off where the last story ended...]

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"When do you think we can do this again, Mistress?"

I smiled slightly before breaking the calm mood with a slap across your face. "What makes you think already I'm done with you, boy?"

You smiled back at me before slipping into your role. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I shouldn't have assumed."

"That's alright, I'll forgive you this time, boy," I replied, also smiling. Now that we had both come, a lot of the tension was gone. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I return you are still laying on the bed, gloriously naked and unashamed.

"Role over," I instruct you, sitting on the edge of the bed. I examine the welts on your back and ass, stroking them gently. Your skin is actually more marked up than I had intended, with numerous slash marks, welts on top of welts, and even a fair amount of dried blood. I am pleased with how well you took your paddle and cane punishment.

I cross to the bathroom and return with a cool damp cloth, which I use to clean your backside. Next I pull some ointment from my bag which I soothe over your bumps. When I am done you turn your head to the side and look me in the eyes. "Thank you, Mistress."

"Don't thank me yet, boy. You still have adrenaline and endorphins pumping through your body, easing the pain. Give it a few hours, then see how you feel." I didn't add that I hoped the pain you would feel over the next few days would further help my message sink in.

I removed your collar before I stood and began to put on my bikini swim suit. Living on a tropical island, I always keep one handy. You watched me with interest, but remained on the bed. I turned to you, only half joking, "I hope you have a big pair of swim trunks, 'cause you have a lot of marks to cover."

You sat up then, "Uh, yeah, I guess I do. Are we going swimming, Mistress?"

"Yes. Go to the bathroom, do whatever you need to do. You have 5 minutes to get ready." I continued getting ready myself, putting my hair back into a French braid and gathering a few toys, which I rolled in a beach towel.

I am waiting on your balcony when you emerge from the bedroom. I smile at you and you do the same, though looking quite nervous. I approach you, placing my hand on your bare chest, running my fingers through the sparse hair there. "Relax, you've seen me at my worst. What more can I do to you?" I love to toy with you.

"What more can you do to me?" you chuckle. "It's that thought exactly that has me worried, Mistress."

We both laugh, the mood decidedly less serious, less intense than before. We walk over to the complex's pool. I figured people would be leaving as the sun started going down, and I was right; the pool was empty.

I set my bundle down on the side of the pool and dove in. I love the cool refreshing feeling as I rocket to the bottom before leveling out to swim a few easy laps. I feel you jump in near-by, and turn to face you. We swim around playfully, acting like silly kids flirting. 

Eventually I back you into the wall, wrapping my legs around your waist as you envelope me in your arms. We are both breathing hard from swimming, but I feel energized in the cool water. I wrap my arms around your shoulders, pulling your head to my neck, where you kiss me passionately.

I allow you to continue for a moment, until your hands start wandering over my body. I reach behind you and pull a pair of metal handcuffs from my towel, double checking that I have the key. You hear the metal clanking and turn to investigate the noise. 

I push my body away from yours and clip one cuff around the metal stairs, about a foot below the water's surface. Then, with a teasing smile on my face, I pull one of your wrists down and lock you in the cuffs. You test your bonds, pulling slightly, but don't say anything. 

I pull your body close to mine, stretching your bound arm out. The pool has a slight lip on the side where you can stand up, but 6 inches out it drops off and you are forced to tread water or float. I grab the key, which is on a metal chain necklace, and slip it over your head, whispering in your ear, "This is ONLY for emergencies."

You understand and respond, "Yes Mistress."

We smile at each other while I contemplate my next move. I make my decision and push away from you again, further into the water. I order, "Take your trunks off, boy."

Your eyes flash wide with surprise before looking around the pool. I don't like this and swim forward, pushing you against the wall. You wince as your back scrapes against the rough edge of the pool. "Why are you hesitating?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I just wanted to make sure no one was around."

I'm genuinely pissed you would question me so close to your last punishment. "Who may be around is none of your concern. I gave you an order and you must comply, immediately, without hesitation."

"Yes Mistress," you spit out, trying desperately to get your shorts off with one hand. I can see you are struggling with the ties, so I roll my eyes and push you closer to the ladder, allowing you the use of both hands.

You can sense my frustration and try to appease me, "I'm sorry Mistress. What can I do to make it up to you?" You have pulled your trunks off now, and put them on the side of the pool.

"Turn around," I direct, "grab the ladder with both hands and don't move." Though I try to sound angry still, in truth I couldn't be more pleased with this turn of events.

I reached into my towel, pulling out a small butt plug and some Vaseline. I don't use Vaseline often, but brought it because it is water-resistant. I grease up the butt plug before turning to face your back.

I push your shoulders forward, over the ladder. I don't want to give you any hint or chance to object to what you have coming, so I misdirect. I run my hand down your back, feeling over your ass, as if checking on your welts. I pinch, push and pull your ass cheeks, stroking my finger along your ass crack, brushing over your rosebud several times. 

When I am certain I have the right spot I quickly spread your cheeks and ram the butt plug home. Though your mouth is closed, I hear a groan you can't help but release. I can tell from my entry that this isn't the first object to slide past your asshole, but you are still quite tight. I leave it buried to the hilt and remove my hands, placing them on your shoulders. 

I lean over and bite your neck, trying to remind myself not to leave marks. You are still tense, having not changed your position since the insertion. I bite your ear next, before leaning in to whisper, "Hold that in, boy. You don't want to see what I would do to you if you lost one of my possessions."

You nod your head, moving only your head. Suddenly I see what has your attention. A young couple is coming this way. I giggle in your ear. "Do you know them?"

You shake your head slightly. "Then relax," I am still whispering in your ear. "Let's have some fun!"

I turn you around, once again wrapping my legs around your waist. I can feel your hard-on pressing against my bikini bottoms, and I know you will be fine. We kiss enthusiastically, tongues dueling, bodies crushed together, hands pulling each other closer.

I break it off when I hear them approach. I turn to face them, not surprised that they both noticed us. "Hi!" I call out with a giggle.

They both smile back before turning to place their belongings on a table. They are both quite attractive, mid-twenty's, and not very tan. I watch as they remove their cover-ups and slide into the water.

I lean away from you, intending to go have a talk with them, but you grasp my arm. I turn to you with a shocked look on my face and you quickly release my bicep. Your eyes are begging me as you whisper under your breath, "PLEASE Mistress."

I give you a peck on the lips and reach down to stroke your cock. "Relax," I smile. "Act like you're chillin' against the wall. I'll be right back, I just want to feel them out."

With that I quickly swim away. I'm glad it hasn't occurred to you that your shorts are within reach, and that you are in possession of the key for the cuffs. Or maybe it did, I think, glancing back at you, but you are still in place with the same worried look on your face.

Though we do not include you in the conversation, I am sure you can hear us from across the pool. I start with the basics: "Where are you guys from?", "How long are you staying?", "Do you like to party?"

Their response: "Boston", "Just a week", and "Oh yeah".

We all laugh and chat some more, lounging on the steps at the shallow end. They pull out some rum and coke, offering to share but I decline. They have been dating for two years, and live together in Boston. Drew works at an engineering firm and Tracy is in studying law.

They are both flirty, so I comment, "You guys seem pretty cool. Can I tell you something kinky?"

They look at each other smiling, and lean closer as if we're sharing a secret. I continue, "My friend over there?" I nod in your direction and they both look your way. "He's only hiding over there because I've handcuffed him to the ladder."

I watch their expressions carefully, but don't see anything negative, so I continue. "I'd like to bring him over here to join us, if you don't mind?"

Drew and Tracy exchange a glance again, before smiling and agreeing. They both seemed rather excited and nervous to see you, and definitely interested. I give them a wink before swimming back to you.

When I reach you I give you a kiss, reached behind to ensure your butt plug is still in place, which it is. When we separate I can feel you trembling slightly. I help you quickly put your trunks back on, and love the way you whisper into my ear, "Thank you Mistress."

I take the key back for a moment, unlocking the cuff from the ladder, but leaving one locked around your wrist. I instruct you, "Don't speak without permission. If they give you instructions you must follow it the same as if it were me. You must still address me as Mistress. Do this for me, boy. Try your hardest, alright?"

You nod nervously, swallowing hard. I laugh at the expression on your face: of one bravely going off to battle.

I turn and swim back slowly, not trying to rush you. When we reach the steps you take a seat while I lock your wrists in the handcuffs. You let them fall into your lap and watch as Drew pulls out some weed and begins rolling a joint. He lights up before passing it to Tracy.

They share the joint for a moment before offering it to me; I decline. They offer it to you, and you wisely look to me for permission. Drew looks a little surprised and amused, but also turns to me for permission.

"How strong is it?" I ask.

Drew exhales the smoke he had been holding and clears his throat before answering. "It's pretty mellow; relaxing."

I nod at you, "Alright, go ahead."

You respond quietly, reaching for the joint, "Thank you Mistress." Your handcuffs drip when you lift your hands out of the water, making me smile.

Tracy chokes, laughing and exhaling at the same time. "So you guys are pretty into that, huh?" she asks me. 

"Well, I am," I answer, smiling easily. "And he is under my control, so I guess that means he is, too."

The drugs seem to be making it easier for shy Tracy to speak her mind. "So, do you guys do this, like, all the time?"

"No, this is our first time together. It's his first time ever, but certainly not mine." I smile at Tracy, feeling a connection. "You guys are just seeing the easy, calmer side of things. We already spent all afternoon fucking like mad."

She giggled, "Really?" I loved the hot look she gave Drew, and wondered what was going through her mind.

"Are you guys into bondage?" I asked casually, putting my feet up into your lap. You no longer have a stiff cock threatening to burst through your shorts, and I would like to remedy that. I rub one foot gently over your crotch while you start to massage the other with your bound hands.

Tracy was still giggling a little, watching Drew. He answers, joining the conversation for the first time. "We've never really used hand cuffs or anything like that, but she loves it when I tell her what to do, you know, in bed or whatever."

I consider this for a moment, looking at her while she avoided my eyes. "Do you ever have to punish her?" I addressed Drew.

He smiled wickedly at me before twisting his fist in her long blonde hair and tugging slightly. "A few times." 

Drew was flirting with me, demonstrating his power, and I loved it. After all, I am quite a flirt myself. I wondered how far you would be willing to take this. No, what you want doesn't matter. I wonder how far I want you to go with this.

"Do you want to show him the punishment you received, boy?" I watch your face, studying your expressions carefully. You, however, keep your head bowed, avoiding my eyes.

"If that's what you want, Mistress," is all I get from you. Normally I would be pleased with this answer, but it doesn't help me to make my decision.

I turn to Drew with a teasing smile, "Do you want to see?"

I can tell he is unsure how to answer me, but he finally smiles back and responds, "Sure."

You look very nervous but stand when I nod to you. You turn your back on the group, undoing the lacing at the front of your shorts. I watch your chest swell as you take a deep breath before lowering you trunks to your knees.

I hear Tracy gasp and look at her shocked face. I turn back to you, studying the marks objectively. You have bright purple slash marks from the cane, interspersed with smaller red welts and bumps. It does look, well, painful. But that was the point. I can also see the handle of the butt plug just barely peeking out from between your cheeks.

Tracy still has a shocked look on her face, though she has managed to close her gaping mouth. Drew's face, though not as shocked as Tracy's, still looks surprised. He looks deep in thought as he continues to stare at your ass.

I can see you trembling as you stand exposed. I count 30 more seconds in my head before allowing you to pull your shorts back on. You do so quickly and sit, thanking me. I put my feet back in your lap, which you happily return to massaging.

Tracy was the first to break the silence. "Wow. What did he do to deserve that?"

I look into your eyes as I answer, "He disobeyed me."

I turn back to Drew, who was still lost in thought. I lean over and whisper in his ear, "What's on your mind?"

That seems to startle him out of his trance, but he just shakes his head, turning to look at Tracy. But I can read his mind; I have been in his shoes. I whisper to him again, "Wondering how much she can take?"

He looks at me, shocked, but smiles back at me. I turn to face you and Tracy, sensing your questioning eyes following our whispered conversation. "Wanna move to the hot tub?" I suggest.

Everyone agrees and begins to climb out of the pool. I stop Drew before he steps into the hot tub, and whisper to him once more. "Can I kiss her?"

He thinks for just a moment before nodding his head. I climb in the tub, giving him a wink. I notice your hesitation at following the rest of us, undoubtedly concerned by the thought of the boiling water on your sore behind. "You can sit on the side if you prefer, boy."

You smile in relief, "Thank you, Mistress." You sit on the edge, feet dangling in the hot water. I sit between your legs, and love that you bend over to massage my shoulders. I love feeling your big strong hands on my shoulder; the touch of your metal handcuffs teasing me. You really are well suited for the submissive life.

Under the water I see Drew rubbing his hand over Tracy's thigh, making her squirm. He whispers something in her ear and she ducks her head, blushing. He winks at me, giving her a nudge in my direction. 

I meet her halfway across the tub, taking her into my arms, feeling her shiver despite the hot water swirling around us. "Have you ever been with a woman?" I ask her gently, looking into her eyes.

She shakes her head, looking increasingly nervous. I bring my hand up to brush the hair out of her eyes. My hand trails past her ear and down her neck. I leave it resting on her shoulder and bring my face closer to hers.

I brought my face near, but I did not kiss her, wanting it to be her choice. I could feel her breath mixing with mine as I licked my lips in anticipation. I almost laughed she was making me wait so long, but finally she came forward, touching her lips to mine. The kiss was soft and tender, her tongue was hesitant against mine. 

I slid my hand behind her neck, pulling her closer to myself, my tongue searching deep into her mouth. I pulled back, lips parting but tongues still mingling, breathing deeply. I wrap my hands in her hair and pull back, much the same way Drew had done earlier. She leans her head back with a moan as I kiss and nip my way down her throat and neck. I make eye contact with Drew at the same time; he is watching with rapt attention.

Bring her head back up for a harder kiss this time, pushing deeper, demanding more. She has been sitting helplessly in my arms, but now brings her arms up to encircle my body as our chests crush against one another. I bring one hand up to feel her small tits, finding the stiff points of her nipples easily. I give each a firm tweak before ending the kiss and moving my mouth to her ear. I again make eye contact with Drew as I whisper in her ear, "Now go to him, turn him on just the way you know he likes it." She gasped as I bit her ear lobe, making me shiver with the sound. 

I turned from her and walk back to you, laughing at your expression which mirrors Drew's. My hand under your chin reminds you that your mouth was gaping open. My hand runs up your leg, finding your hard cock and giving it a firm squeeze. I turn my back to you, still standing, and push my ass into your hot crotch, feeling your hardness against me. Your hands grab my hips, pulling me down into your lap, and I feel your hot breath on my neck. I reach my hand back to your hair, feeling my control over you.

We both watch Drew, who is staring at me over Tracy's head. She has straddled his lab and is grinding into him. Drew speaks up, his voice deep now, and I'm glad he took the initiative. "Why don't you two go back to the pool for a minute?" He asks, nodding at you and pushing Tracy away. I don't break my eye contact with Drew, but step away so you can climb out of the tub.

Once the two of you are a few paces away he asks me, "Where is this going?"

I play coy, always the tease. "Where would you like it to go?" He doesn't answer me right away, so I offer my suggestion. "I, for one, would like to watch you fuck the shit out of Tracy while my boy does the same for me. I'll even let you borrow the handcuffs, how does that sound?"

He sat in silence for a moment, mouthing hanging open comically, before he could bring himself to nod. I watch his confidence come back, swiftly, and he turns to smile at me, almost leering, looking me over with obvious intent. 

I turn and straddle his lap, looking down at his smiling face. His hands come up and grab my ass, pulling me against his groin just the way you had, except he doesn't have permission. I slap him hard across the face, clearly catching him off guard, and watch his head snap back to face me. I kneel up, smiling down at him. "If you want permission to touch me you would have to submit to me, just the same as my pussy boy."

He pouts for a minute, still looking surprised and a new thought dawns on me. I laugh in surprise, "Or does that interest you as well?" He doesn't answer, but he doesn't need to. "Well, why don't we see how things go? Come on," I say, standing and trudging back to you in the pool, happy to be out of the heat.




Meeting for Lunch



I watched as you complied with my instructions before continuing. "If you open your eyes, or drop your hands I am going to stop what I am doing and you will be punished. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Mistress," you replied, squeezing your eyes shut and grasping your collar.

I reach out and stroke your cock, slowly, teasing. You don't know this, but I have no intention of letting you come for at least another few hours, if at all, so I take my time. I use my other hand to squeeze your balls in my fist, hard, and watch your hands flex out to me before you catch yourself and grasp the collar tighter.

Moving carefully, trying to give you no indication of my change in position, I slide down onto my knees. I stroked upward on your cock, sliding my hand off and replacing it with my mouth, keeping to the rhythm. You gasp in surprise as I slide down fully, feeling you deep against my throat.

Again I take my time, savoring your taste, not wanting you to come. I take your cock deep into my mouth and snake my tongue out to lick at your balls. I am watching you closely, expecting a reaction, and you do not fail me. Your eyes pop open and you realize your mistake as soon as our eyes meet.

Your head snaps up, eyes locked tight again, "I'm sorry Mistress, *please* don't stop."

But your plea is too late, as I have already removed myself and stood up. I quickly cover your eyes with the scarf again. "Don't move," I warn you through clenched teeth. You simply nod in response. 

I spend a few moments preparing for my next move: your punishment. I unwind a length of white cotton rope and tie it to the headboard, then attach another to the front legs. As this will be your first punishment I intend to make it memorable.

I push you forward, saying nothing, and you shuffle your feet in compliance. When you are about a foot away from the bed I give you a hard shove. When your knees hit the edge you bend forward, landing exactly the way I want you.

I quickly spread your legs and secure you to the bed with the ropes. Your legs are spread just a little beyond your comfort level, putting you slightly off balance. This causes you to rest most of your weight on your chest, raising your ass enticingly in my direction.

Your hands do not release their hold on your collar until I grab them and stretch them over your head. These I secure, still cuffed together, to the headboard. I pull them tight and watch as you try to shift your position to lessen your discomfort. I am pleased when the bonds hold tight, allowing you very little movement.

I stand and leave the room. I decide to make you sweat about it for a bit, and step out on your balcony to smoke a cigarette I took from your pants pocket. I rummage through the fridge and pour myself a glass of water. I may have been drinking earlier but I try to control myself when I am playing with restraints.

I walk back to the bedroom slowly, quietly and watch you panting over the bed, yet no longer struggling with your bonds. I lean over you and run my chilled glass over the skin on your back. Goosebumps appear under the wet trail. I follow the trail with my warm tongue, feeling you tremble at my touch.

I stop and take another drink of water before moving onto the punishment stage. "Today I am going to give you 20 with the paddle, and 5 or so with the cane. Which do you want first?"

"Um, the 20 first, please."

"What do you call me?" I remind you softly.

"Sorry. Mistress."

Feeling generous I decide to just move on, and pick up the paddle. The paddle is not my favorite toy, but it does have its' uses. It is modeled off of a shoe form, shaped like the bottom of a shoe, and covered in leather. It is difficult to build up significant momentum with a swing, but it warms your skin and leaves a nice sting.

"Count out loud for me, boy."

"Yes Mistress."

I step back from the bed and swing. I land the first 10 paddles in rapid succession, varying their location, giving you little time to register their sting. I pause after the 10 to give your ass a few rubs and squeezes, loving the warm feel on my hand. You have some small, red, irritated bumps that have arisen already. 

The next 10 paddles I am more slow and precise with, landing each in the middle of your ass cheeks, one on top of the other. I notice your voice breaking as you count them, but that only encourages me to continue with force. They are achieving the desired reaction.

After all 20, I step back for my own breather, drinking the last of the water. I go back to my bag to find the cane, rummaging for a few moments. I look back at you when I am done. Though your face is wet from sweat or tears, or both, it is the little bit of movement you are able to achieve that has my attention.

Though you are tied quite securely, hands and feet, you are still able to achieve a measure of movement with your hips, and that is what I notice. You are very slightly, though clearly, rotating your hips into the mattress beneath. Perhaps trying to relieve the pain on your ass cheeks, but I prefer to imagine trying to relieve a painful erection. But I won't stop to answer the question just yet.

Now, the cane is one of my very favorite toys. Small, easy to use and with maximum impact. If you have never felt the bite of a cane before then you have absolutely no idea what is about to come your way. No amount of porn watching and jerk-off fantasies can prepare you for what I wield in my hand. 

I savor this moment, of my knowledge and your ignorance, my power over your helplessness, my absolute wet –dream come true and your impending pain. I run the cane up one of your legs, tracing its contour, before following the other leg down. I reach up to feel your bound hands, taking a deep breath myself. I debate about stopping now to pull out my vibrator. I wonder briefly if your hips would continue to move for me at the sound of that?

No matter, back to the task at hand. I do not warn you, aside from the whistle as the cane slashes through the air before making contact with your legs, just below your ass. I press the cane firmly into your skin and listen at your sharp intake of air. You take a few gasping breaths before counting for me.

I reach back and swiftly forward, striking you firmly on the ass this time, precisely where my paddle left off. When I pull the cane away I am pleased with the raised white slash cutting through the surrounding red skin. You gasp aloud this time, the first time you have voiced your pain since we began. Listening to a person moan and groan in pain is almost enough to make me come on any given day.

I pause to regroup before striking you again, just a hair off of my last blow. You have dropped all pretense and are audibly agonizing your pain. Dropping your bravado, your manliness, or just getting into it? 

I am so ready to come now I can hardly take it. There is no savoring now as I strike you rapidly 5 or 6 times, not even allowing you time to count. When I stop, we are both panting. I need to come with every ounce of my being; I just hope you are ready for me.

I throw the cane aside and release both of your ankles as quickly as I can muster. I push you over onto your back, and you anxiously comply. I am pleased to discover that your cock is more than happy to see me. I think, briefly, about going down on you, but decide I need you inside of me immediately.

I straddle your hips and swallow your cock in my pussy in one move. I am so turned on you slide right in and we are pube to pube with one thrust. I pound up and down, hip to hip, urgently. I love the way you feel inside me. I can feel my need, and know it will not take me long.

Pausing my thrusting, I grab a fistful of your hair and pull your face closer to mine, pulling the scarf out of your eyes in the same instant. I sneer down at you, threatening, "Don't you even think about coming, boy. Do you understand me? You cannot come without my permission."

"Yes, Mistress," you willingly agree, but the pained look on your face expresses different emotions.

I continued my up-and-down motions on your cock, feeling your hips thrusting up to meet mine. I release your hair and instead squeeze and pinch my nipples. I would rather have felt your hands on my body, but they were still restrained. I moved one hand down to feel that restraint, feel the rope and metal against the skin of your wrist.

Feeling you move under me like that, thrusting up to meet me, was all I needed. My orgasm roared in my ears causing me to shake and shudder for close to a minute, all the while you continued your thrusting, though I had frozen in place. 

I could feel your thrusting become more urgent, and I knew you were close to coming as well. That pulled me out of my post-orgasmic bliss enough to confront you with a slap to the face. "Don't you come yet, boy."

With a grunt and a groan you stopped thrusting, an intense scowl on your face. I can't help but smile at the look on your face. I lean over and give you a brief kiss on the lips. Looking into your eyes I explain, "I didn't say you can't come, just not yet, and never without my permission."

"Please Mistress?" you whine. You sound so ridiculously pathetic I nearly slap you again. Instead I roll my hips into yours, slowly, so slowly, feeling your still hard cock slide in and out of my pussy. You groan again, staring deep into my eyes.

"How's your ass feeling?" I change the subject without changing my position.

"Oh God," you exclaim, "It burns."

"Well, there you go. It's your choice. You do not have my permission to come, but physically I can't stop you. Just be prepared for the consequences." I continue to roll my hips on your cock for a few minutes, until I am clearly starting to get worked up again. 

"Do you want to be punished again?" I ask, licking my lips.

"No Mistress," you answer through gritted teeth.

"Good boy," I smile. I decide to stop torturing you and slowly remove your hard cock from my pussy. I crawl up your body till my dripping pussy is lined up with your mouth but not touching. "What do you want?"

"I want to please you, Mistress."

"Oh, good answer." You can't see me smiling, but I am as I lower myself to your mouth. You don't need any instructions as you get to work licking my sopping pussy. This whole experience has had me so turned on, plus the couple of orgasms I've already had, I am absolutely dripping juices all over your face.

Leaning over slightly I release your wrists. Your hands reach immediately to my legs and pussy, but I pull one up to my chest, directing your fingers to nipples. In record time I am screaming and moaning as I come yet again. You are very good at what you do. I may not be able to let you go when I should.

I roll over, spent. Your cock is still rock hard, looking red and angry. I reach down and just barely brush my fingers along your length, loving it as you tremble and groan in response. "Are you ready to come for me boy?"

"Yes Mistress!" you nearly shout. "I mean, yes, if you'd like me to, Mistress."

"I want you to jerk off for me, boy."

"Really?" you look up at me, questioningly. I smile back at you, settling in against the pillow to watch. 

"Yes Mistress." You reach down and begin stroking yourself, a bit nervously at first, but your hand knows what to do. I love watching your face as you get close. The expressions you make are such a turn on. You close your eyes in concentration, licking your lips and breathing rapidly.

I reach my hand out and stop yours from moving. Your eyes snap open and you quickly look at me questioningly. I smile reassuringly and remove my hand, "Keep your eyes open. Look at me when you come. Do it for me, alright?"

You just nod, beyond words, and look deeply in my eyes as you continue stroking, increasing your speed. One hand reaches down to squeeze your balls, causing me to lick my lips this time.

My eyes move between your hands and your eyes, having difficulty watching only one. We are both breathing deeply now, your eyes watching my lips as I lick them again. 

You give a few short groans, never breaking eye contact, and then your cock erupts, splashing your stomach and hands in your hot jizz. You grunt a few times, almost under your breath, your cock still spewing a little, before coming to a stop. 

Your eyes never left mine, a fact that pleases me immensely. We kiss, calmer now and at the same time more intimately. I trail my finger along you stomach then bring it to my mouth, tasting your hot spunk. 

You watch my mouth and tongue intently, and follow my fingers as they go back down for more. This time I bring them up to your mouth, but you don't like that. You close your mouth and try to turn your head away from me. 

I use my other hand to grasp your hair, such a convenient handle, and turn your face back toward me. I don't try to force you; I want you to choose to obey my wishes. Instead, I explain the situation as I see it. "This is how you thank me for allowing you to come?"

You look at me, your eyes begging, but do not answer.

"Do you want this to be the end, then?"

You shake your head, but do not open your mouth to reply. 

"Are you looking for more punishment, then?" I ask sternly.

"No Mistress," you risk a quick reply before re-sealing your lips.

I stare at you, cold but not angry, for a moment, before speaking my thoughts. "The way I see it you have three choices. One: Stop everything, I get dressed, and we have our memories. Two: we to continue playing, but you defy my wishes, and therefore need a harsher punishment as the first obviously didn't sink in.

"Third," I lean forward, but release your hair, wanting you to hear and understand this clearly. "Open your fucking mouth." 

I let some heat and anger enter my eyes, and I can tell by your reaction the message came across loud and clear.

You think about it for a short minute, before taking a deep breath and nodding to yourself. Slowly, tentatively, you open your mouth a fraction. I wait and you open it more, meeting my gaze.

"Good decision, boy. Let me see your tongue."

You comply, sticking it out a little bit, still nervous. I struggle not to smile, but inside I simply love the fact that everything is new to you, and yet you still try.

I bring my hand forward again, stopping a few inches from your mouth. I nod to you and you understand what I want. You lean forward, tongue still out, and lick my fingers before taking them into your mouth. I can tell you don't savor the taste as I do, but you will learn.

"Very good, boy," I smile down at you, pulling my fingers from your mouth and replacing them with my lips. I break the kiss and look deep into your eyes. "I know that was a big step for you, and I appreciate it, boy. How is your backside feeling?"

You chuckle before answering, "It feels like I've been caned, Mistress."

I chuckle with you. "I have some stuff that will help with the burn, but you'll never be able to hide the welts from your girlfriend."

"That's alright, it was worth it," you reply with a coy little smile. "Mistress, may I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead, boy."

"When do you think we can do this again, Mistress?"