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Midday

By: WFEATHER



When I entered the vast empty room, she was already there, on her knees upon the small square rug at the center of the room, underneath the skylight, the midday sun blazing upon her bare flesh. Only the elegant thin collar provided any protection from the bright rays. 

"Masturbate," I commanded her as I approached. 

"Yes, Master." 

she clearly still felt some shame in touching herself before Me. I could understand that, for I had known her former Master, and knew that He never permitted her - or any of His slaves - to touch herself other than for cleaning. Personally, I enjoyed denying a woman the pleasure of an orgasm, especially when she was stimulating herself during the denial, so I wanted her to feel more comfortable in touching herself. In fact, I specifically did not forbid her to ever touch herself - I simply forbade her from climaxing without My explicit permission or command. 

As a hand busied itself between her spread thighs, I walked in slow circles around her. she was indeed a beautiful young slave, and quite My equal intellectually. The many evenings W/we had bantered about politics, current events, literature, plays, philosophy, and the like had certainly broadened My perspectives of the world. she had also taught Me new areas of kink - things she had done with her former Master, as well as fantasies she had long held but had not yet had an opportunity to experience. 

she whimpered softly from her self-arousal, and that subtle sound made Me smile. There was indeed a stirring within My slacks, but I tried to put My own arousal aside and focus solely upon her. 

Stopping behind her, I suddenly seized a fistful of her short auburn hair and pulled her head back. she hissed between clenched teeth, her eyes wide and suddenly looking directly up into the blinding rays of the midday sun. 

"you have thirty seconds to make yourself cum," I informed her, and began counting aloud from thirty downward. 

Never before had I given her such a command. I did not relinquish My hold on her hair. Although she clamped her eyes shut against the blinding sunlight, I knew that the brightness would still seep through her eyelids and distract her. With ten seconds remaining, only then did she bring her other hand into play, penetrating herself with one hand while rapidly rubbing her clitoris with the other hand. she gasped, she rocked, she quivered. 

...but she did not succeed. 

"Stop." she did, instantly withdrawing her hands, mewing as she stewed in her lust. Still I held her hair firmly in a fist, still her closed eyes were pointed toward the midday sun. "you could not cum in thirty seconds or less. Why? Speak truthfully and honestly. Don't hold anything back from Me." 

It took her a moment to catch her breath and gather her thoughts. "i still feel... strange about touching myself, Sir." 

"I see. Knowing Master Donaldson and how He expects His slaves to conduct themselves, I'm not surprised. After all, you were in His service for nearly six full years." 

I released her hair at last and nudged her head into a bowed position, which she maintained - probably thankful to no longer hand the blinding sun attempting to penetrate her closed eyelids. 

"Lay on the floor, on your back," I commanded, "with your head resting on the rug, and spread your legs as wide as you can with your feet flat on the floor." she complied quickly, her breasts still rising and falling somewhat quickly. her sweet sex was definitely wet, glistening invitingly. I was once again aware of the arousal evident in My slacks, but squelched the desire to slide into My slave's willing body, for this was not about My pleasure, but about teaching her. 

"Did Master Donaldson explain to you why He never wanted you to touch yourself?" I believed I knew the answer, but wanted to hear any explanation from her directly. 

she nodded. "He did, Master. Master Donaldson always said that this was not my body, that it actually belonged to Him, and that any pleasure or pain was also His to bestow upon me." 

I knelt between My slave's parted legs, My hands upon her bent knees. Already, I could smell the savory musk of her wetness, and inhaled deeply for a moment. "Then My view of your body must be somewhat of a 'shock' to you after such a long time serving Master Donaldson exclusively," I observed aloud. 

"Yes, Sir, it is. I know that not all Masters or Mistresses have the same beliefs, but still, Master, it is... difficult, in a way, to recondition my mind to Your view on my body." 

"And what is My view?" 

"That this is My body, but that the pleasure and the pain that I experience are at Your whim." 

"Correct." I bent forward and placed a gentle kiss just above My slave's navel piercing. Lifting My head, I was happy to see her smiling softly at the gentle kiss. Again, I wanted to partake of her body, to burrow as deep inside her as possible and fill her with My seed, but this was not about Me. 

I shuffled backward, then lay on My stomach before her glistening womanhood. "Masturbate," I commanded her. "Take your time." 

It was a nice, wonderful performance. I watched avidly as she slowly aroused herself. My ears were attuned to the sounds escaping her lips and her sex. My nostrils were filled with her heady scent. My eyes feasted upon her dual-handed actions, observing how she liked to be pleasured. I kept My hands upon her thighs, keeping her legs spread, for as her pleasure heightened, her thighs kept trying to close. 

Master Donaldson and I, however, did share one core belief in common: A slave must never climax without the permission of her Master. I kept glancing at My watch, and it took My slave nearly twenty-three minutes to finally begin to beg. I did not answer her verbally - I simply kissed and licked and nibbled her thighs. 

After thirty-six minutes, she was truly thrashing about upon the floor, clearly trying to fight off the impending climax. Still I had not verbally answered her loud pleas, and I was definitely enjoying her carnal distress. she was practically screaming with need. 

Forty-two minutes had passed. "Cum now!" I suddenly ordered loudly, and bit deep into her right thigh as her body loudly rejoiced. 

The following day, again at midday, she was awaiting Me in the same room, kneeling upon the same small square rug. Again, I seized her hair and forced her eyes skyward, blinding her with the natural bright sunlight and ultimately ordering her to make herself climax in thirty seconds or less. 

She succeeded.

Midday Heat



The heat outside swelters, enough to bake the skin. It's empty inside me, empty as the silent streets. Everyone is hiding from the sun. For a Monday, it is mockingly sunny. My thoughts keep drifting from one thing to the next, wishing I could focus on just one solid thought but every time something comes up, I'm too scared to delve so I keep running. Exactly one week now. Exactly one week since I learnt how it really feels to lose someone precious. Nothing changes and everything goes on. You have to, too. Somehow.

I'm vaguely conscious of your presence. It does not fill my head like it's supposed to. The fire's been reduced to a spark that needs to be fanned. Even when I look up into your dark eyes, it's a struggle to recognise the passion, compassion and primal lust in them. I miss your eyes. I miss your gaze. It gives me my worth, and I need to feel worthy today more than ever.

Shutting my eyes, I shift slightly in my bonds. The cloth that binds my wrists to the old metal bed-frame does not hurt. It does not even restrict my movements or hold me firmly in place. Yet, there is no desire to escape or fight. Perhaps it is the dense humidity. Perhaps it is the emptiness inside that numbs the senses you're trying to awaken. Perhaps I just never want to run from you. I belong with you, to you.

You sit on the bed, beside me, drinking in my spread form. For a moment, you can't decide to touch, taste or just hold me. So you just watch the subtle and steady rise and fall of my chest. My body covered by a thin film of sweat, glistens under the steady streams of sunlight through the window. Even with eyes shut so tight, the raw power of your gaze courses through me, momentarily anchoring all thoughts. This is how a God beholds his queen.

You dip your index fingertip into the glass of cold water on the side table. Hundreds of condensed droplets of water turn into rivulets on the surface of the glass, the water evaporating too quickly from the small puddle below. The wet fingertip runs over my lips, barely moistening them. Drawing a line down over my chin to my neck, you wet your finger again. It teases around and about, coming to rest between my breasts. A soft moan escapes my lips as you lean forward, your wet tongue circling the honey-coloured, firm flesh. The tip of your tongue flicks over my small brown nipple and presses into it as it hardens.

Your hand slides across my stomach, brushing over my pussy mound, slipping between parted thighs. The sweat makes every movement fluid. Our warm skin in contact halts all other fleeting bits in my mind, slowly becoming aware and attuned only to you. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through the fire.

Thick, rough fingers run over my pussy lips with surprising gentleness, easing up and down, massaging the flesh. The pleasure makes the head swim, the intensity - confusing. Your thumb slips into the top of my slit, sliding over the warm and pulsing pink inside as your mouth works on my other breast. The rest of your hand covers my pussy, cupping it. It makes me feel safe. The week taught harsh lessons I tried to run away from all along. Having to deal with it made me feel lost. But you pull me back into your care, into your warm arms, into our safe world. 

Part of me wants to stop you; fearing our world might someday disappear too. Try as hard as I might to detach from the emotions binding me to you that might someday ruin us, your every touch convinces otherwise. "Let it go for me, honey. It's all over now and she's gonna be ok, you can breathe free again." Biting my lower lip and pushing back the tears that never fell, I nod.

You rub my clit with slow, deliberate strokes, watching my body writhe in response. Slowly losing myself in the pursuit of pleasure, now I cannot think of much but you. Your raging hard-on presses into my side through the cool fabric of your boxers. "Baby, I want you to make love to me." Looking into your eyes and watching your reaction to my whispered request immediately justifies this unquenchable thirst. Love, fiery desire, and the promise to have and hold.

The cloth binding my wrists slips off, undone by your free hand as you position yourself above me, blocking out the harsh sun. It takes a moment to realise my hands are free, nails leaving marks in my palms where the sharp, crescent-shaped edges dug in. Unsure of what to do, I hold on to your shoulders, letting the blood flow back to the tense fingers, running them down your chest. I miss your chest, my comfort zone. Reaching up, moans of pleasure lost in kissing your chest, sucking the salty sweat that contradicts the sweetness on my lips. 

My hands glide easily over your back, feeling your tense, hard body shiver slightly, melting under my touch. Thumbs hooked in the waistband of your boxers nudge it off. You kneel between my thighs naked, cock rigid, nudging my legs further apart. My knees off the sides of the single bed, my feet firmly planted on the floor. You push back the hair matted on my forehead, kissing my parched lips, "Saya cintakan mu." Smiling for the first time in days, I reply, "I love you too."

You slide your hands under my ass, lifting my hips slightly up off the bed. Pulling me close, my clit pulses against the leaking, engorged head of your shaft. I watch fixated as your cock slides down over the slick wetness before pushing into me. Groaning with pleasure, you sink deeper in, my pussy stretched to fit snugly over your shaft. Resting inside me a moment before pulling out slowly, you tell me to squeeze hard around every inch of your cock. It doesn't feel so empty anymore. Not physically, not emotionally. You are with me.

You pull me up against your body, making me sit on your cock, outstretched legs over your thighs. Your hands on my ass and the small of my back support me as I begin to ride you, our strokes meeting. One hand gripping your shoulder, we build a steady rhythm of thrusts, accompanied by our loud noises of pure ecstasy. My fingers slip between our bodies, toying with my swollen clit, rubbing and pinching the nub.

The burning need for relief has me almost bouncing atop you, hips working up and down your shaft. You thrust back into me, grinding hard, desperate to please and for release. Your mouth engulfs my nipples, sucking and tugging on it, making the blood rush to them. The whole day stops in the single moment when we finally cum together, exploding inside each other. I can literally feel the veins on your cock bulging and throbbing inside me, emptying your seed out. 

Your cum mixed with mine trickles down my thighs, cooling down as you draw out of me slowly. My body still trembling from the sheer catharsis, the scream now reduced to a whimper. You hold me close; telling me everything is alright. The heavy air coupled with your comforting caress make me drowsy in a matter of minutes.

When I awake again, alone, I find the sun has cooled off into the night and the fire has fizzled into a single flicker in the lamp, which will die the moment the first breeze blows.

Electric Geisha 2003 (C)



Midday Multiples



It was about three in the afternoon, and I knew I had at least another hour before I could call you and hear your voice. I had been run around the rest of the day, and was a bit worn out, and decided to get into my bed and relax for a little while. I took off all my clothes, tired of being constricted, and lay down on top of my covers. Finally able to unwind, my thoughts turned to you, to the last time I got to see you, and looking forward to the next time. I remembered the way you felt inside me, the way you tasted, and the sound of your growl. I found my hands running across my body, lightly caressing my breasts before trailing down my stomach and over my hairless mound. When I slid my finger along my slit, I was not surprised to find that I was extremely wet. When my moistened finger pressed onto my clit, I felt my body jump, sending shock waves along every nerve ending. Firmly and quickly, I toyed with my clit, bringing myself to climax. It made me feel even more relaxed, and as each muscle finally un-tensed, I found myself dozing off.

I awoke to the sound of my phone; you sent me a text message saying that you were leaving your office and would be free to talk. Unable to wait a second longer, I immediately called you. You answered the phone, laughing at my impatience. At first we were just chatting, until you asked what I had done in the afternoon. When I told you about having touched myself, I heard your voice change slightly, and you told me that you wanted to hear me cum for you. I am always amazed how you can control me, even over the phone. I once again let my hand wander down between my legs. I told you how wet I was, how much I wished you could be here to make me cum yourself. You reminded me that it was not so long now, only a few more days until you would see me again, but that you wanted to listen to me moan. I alternated between fingering my sweet hole and playing with my clit. After a few moments, you asked me if I had my toys nearby. Of course I did, I always have them next to my bed, and I like to keep them handy when we talk, in case I need to cum after we talk because of how much you turn me on.

You told me to put my Tarzan inside my dripping cunt, and to turn it on full blast. I could feel the shaft swirling inside me while the clit stimulator vibrated against my sensitive nub. My breathing became more labored, mixed with moans as I felt my orgasm nearing. You could hear that I was approaching my climax, and told me that I was not allowed to cum yet. I moaned louder, begging you to please let me, telling you how much I wanted it. You continued to deny it to me, and told me to get my other toy handy, my glass dildo. I reached over and grabbed it, following your directions to coat it with body lotion. While lotioning it, it reminded me of running my hand over your cock, turning me on even more. I continued to beg you to let me cum, and finally you told me that I would be allowed to have my release, but that I had to cum and at the same time insert the whole glass dildo into my ass. I whimpered softly at the thought of being so filled up, but knew that I would obey you.

Moments later, you told me to cum, and I felt my muscles starting to constrict, so I took a deep breath and pushed the ribbed glass cock into my tight hole. I cried out as my body was wracked by a powerful orgasm, having to hold Tarzan in my pussy as my muscles threatened to push him out. As I was panting and trying to catch my breath, you told me that I was not yet allowed to remove either toy, or turn down Tarzan's settings. I moaned slightly, but was also so aroused by you, that I knew I would want to cum again anyway. Enjoying the waves of my pleasure mixing with the new sensations building inside me again, I turned my attention more fully to you. I asked if you had enjoyed listening to me cum, to which you replied that you had. Still curious, I asked if you were hard, and you told me that you were. I found that just knowing that you were hard was turning me on even more. When I told you this was the case, I could almost hear you smile into the phone, as you told me that you were glad that I was so aroused by you. At this point, you told me to start thrusting the dildo in and out of my ass.

It hurt slightly, and I found myself only really moving it about an inch in and out, which still made me moan loudly as my body responded to the sensations in my delicate, aroused places. I told you how full it made me feel, how I wanted to cum. Surprisingly, you took pity on me, and let me cum when I asked. I moaned deeply as my muscles tensed with my climax, my pleasure so fulfilling. Even as my orgasm was washing over me, I felt myself getting more aroused, wanting even more.

You heard my moaning continue, and could clearly imagine my naked body lying on the bed, fucking myself with my toys. You asked me if I felt really full, to which I replied that I did. Then you asked me if I thought that I could still take your cock in my mouth in my current state. I moaned at the idea, and told you that I could, and wished that I could right that moment. Then I paused, and told you that I might not be able to focus as much as usual, that I might not be able to suck your thoroughly and bob up and down on your shaft. I asked if you would mind fucking my face, and you said that you wouldn't. I moaned at the idea of you holding me by the hair as you thrust in and out of my mouth, while I thrust the toys into my other holes. I started moaning more loudly, nearing another orgasm, but this time when I asked for permission, you denied it.

You listened to my moans and pleading for a while, but continued to deny my climax. Then you said, "You're not being too gentle with yourself, are you? Because you know I won't be gentle with you." I moaned and told that I wasn't being too gentle, but still I knew that I was, and began thrusting the glass dildo harder into my ass, pulling it almost all the way out before forcing it back in again. My moans turned into cries as my pleasure bordered on pain. I was overwhelmed by sensations and asked if you would fuck me hard when you saw me. You told me you would, and when I asked you to promise, you simply replied, "don't worry, I will definitely fuck you very hard the next time I see you." My cries and moans were hardly able to express how I felt, barely balancing on this line of pleasure before a climax. I continued to beg for the release, and finally you gave me permission. I pushed both toys deep inside me as my body was consumed with waves of pleasure. It seemed to last for hours as my muscles spasmed and tensed, my orgasm starting somewhere deep inside me and radiating out along every nerve in my body.

Gasping for air, I finally was able to speak again, thanking you for letting me cum. You told me that I could turn off the vibrator and remove both toys. I turned off Tarzan, and as I pulled him out with a soft, wet plop, I couldn't help but feel empty inside. The glass dildo was painful to remove as I pulled it out of my tortured hole, and yet I still moaned as it slide along my sensitive flesh, and when it was out, I couldn't help but miss it. I lay there, catching my breath and feeling my muscles slowly relax again, my insatiable hunger for pleasure finally satisfied. We continued to talk, but then it was time for you to go. I told you that I felt bad, that I wanted you to cum as well. You told me not to worry, that you were sure I would please you when next we saw each other. I promised that I would do whatever you wanted, and again I could almost hear your smile as we said goodbye.

I had hung up the phone and was finally recovering some strength in my lower body, when I heard my doorbell ring. I grabbed my robe so that I was decent, and hung out the window to see who it was. I felt joy shoot through my body as I looked down and saw you standing there, so handsome. I knew that I was in for even more pleasure, but this time, not alone... 




Midday Release



He locks the bathroom door behind him and a nervous feeling comes over him. He is at work and knows it's wrong, but thoughts of the previous night and the all day conversation they'd been having is getting to him. He unbuckles his belt with shaky hands and begins to unbutton his pants when his semi-hard cock nearly jumps out. The nerves are gone and excitement has taken over as his cold hands grab onto to his warm swollen cock.

A vision of her kneeling before him runs through his mind. Droplets of pre-cum leak from the tip of his cock as she opens her mouth. Muffled moans of "mmmm" are heard as she takes him into her mouth, tasting him. She feels his cock getting harder and harder as she slowly moves her warm, moist lips and tongue around his sensitive head and shaft. Her small, soft fingers run down his cock followed by her wet mouth, taking in every inch of him. His breathing becomes staggered, eyes squeeze shut, toes clenching in his work boots. Releasing him with an audible "pop" from her mouth she continues to stroke his cock as she flicks her tongue around his balls sending jolts of electricity through his body.

He can barely take it anymore as he grabs her by her hair, pulls her up, and throws her against the wall. She has done exactly what she intended to do: teasing him to the point where he becomes something more animalistic, more primal. He rips her soaked panties off and runs his calloused fingers down her hips, over her soft thighs, slowly teasing his way to her shaved pussy. He can feel the heat radiating off her as he slowly twirls and teases her clit. He wants so badly to taste her. He takes two fingers and opens her lips, sliding one finger into feel her hot, wet pussy. And, with a slight grin, he shoves her face first against the wall and slowly pushes his throbbing cock inside her.

"Ahhhh!" they both moan as they feel each other. Slowly he slides in and out of her pussy as the her soft ass bounces against his hips.

"Faster," she moans, "harder!" 

The sounds of their bodies colliding echo in the bathroom as they become one, and begin to fuck each other hungrily.

"Don't stop baby, harder!" she yells as her knees lock up and her muscles tighten. He begins to rub her swollen clit.

"Right there, uh, right there!" 

He drives his cock into her more forcefully with each thrust. She's close and he knows it. He grabs her by her hair and pulls her head back toward him, exposing her neck. She lets out a loud moan as he bites the back of her neck. The warm feel of his mouth and strength of his jaw send her over the edge. As her legs start to quiver, he can feel her pussy tighten up and her pussy juice run down his hard cock and over his balls. She turns towards him and kisses him deeply for what seems like forever. She slowly drops to her knees, taking his cock into her hands and begins to lick and taste herself on him.

"Mmm," she moans as she engulfs his cock. 

He takes his cock from her mouth, and, already soaking wet from her spit, he begins to jerk off. 

Looking up at him, she urges him on. "I wanna taste you baby, I want you to cum for me."

He starts off slow and then faster, pumping his hand over his cock. Faster and faster as it hardens still. 

"Please, I want it," she says, begging for his load. 

His cock begins to fill up and it now feels bigger than it ever has. He can feel it pulse along with his rapid heartbeat. He is going to explode... He grabs the back of her head which forces her mouth open. Slowing his stroking to a mere tease as the cum begins to drip out of his cock. Bigger drops hit her tongue and run out of her mouth onto her perky tits. More comes as the sight of her licking and swallowing his cum turns him on like nothing else.

As he finishes, she takes his cock once again into her mouth and cleans every inch of him. Slowly tasting and savoring everything. His whole body is tight and tense. He has never cum that hard before. When he opens his eyes and takes a breath, he realizes that it was all a dream. He has just jerked off at the thought of being with her. If she does that to him when she isn't there, what will it be like when she is...



Midday Snack



Mell licked the last envelope closed, and set it on the nightstand. She looked at her husband. "Don't let me forget those letters, they need to go out tomorrow."

"Mm-hmm," was Craig's response. He didn't look up from his newspaper.

Just as she feared would happen, Mell left the mail on the nightstand when she left for work in the morning, and so had to use her lunch break to stop by the house.

As she entered the bedroom, she first saw Craig from the side. He was naked, kneeling beside the bed.

On the bed, naked, was her friend Roger. Roger's penis was in Craig's mouth, and Craig was bobbing wildly up and down.

"Craig... what are you doing?"

Craig stopped mid-shaft, and looked up at her, making a muffled "Mm?" sound.

Mell crossed her arms. "I don't believe this." She tapped her toes and threw her arms in the air. 

Craig was still. What could he do or say?

Mell shook her head. "I'm sure I told you how Roger likes it." She kicked her heels off and knelt beside him on the floor, then reached forward for Roger's cock, cupping his balls with her left hand. "Like this, and go slow. Now watch me."

As Mell leaned forward to suck Roger, Roger's mouth made a distinct "ooo." 

"You always criticize me. Why can't you trust me to do it my way sometimes?"

Mell gave a couple of slow sucks and then stopped, and looked at Craig. "You've been sucking dick how long?"

Craig shrugged defensively. "You know I've only done it a few times."

"Mm hmm." She gave a smug look, and then looked up at Roger, a stare that foretold of sexy devourment. She followed the stare with a long slow suck down, followed by a few easy sucks and hand motion on Roger's balls. Roger closed his eyes and clenched his teeth in response. 

Craig crossed his arms. "How am I ever supposed to learn if I don't do it my way?"

Mell stared at him while continuing to suck. The sexy power in her eyes disarmed Craig the way it always does. She pulled back to speak. "Roger, which of us would you rather have finish you off?"

Roger raised his hands. "Hey, don't pull ME into this."

"Let me do it. I need the experience."

Mell looked at Craig a long moment, stroking Roger with one hand and rubbing his balls with the other. "Are you going to do it the way I taught you?"

"I thought I was supposed to develop my own style."

"Craig, it's not about 'style,' its about doing what someone likes. You want to taste Roger's cum, don't you?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then do it how I tell you."

Craig moved forward and took over Mell's motions, using both hands… only he started stroking and rubbing much faster. Mell put her hands over Craig's and slowed him down. Craig chuckled. "Sorry. I just get enthusiastic, I guess."

Mell removed her hands and sat back. "Just put your lips around the tip. Like that. Move your tongue back and forth over the glans. Slowly! ... Not that slow. Yes, you got it. Look at Roger. He likes that, see? Don't forget to rub his balls slightly, right at the base. You like it when I do that, right?" Craig nodded, which made Mell chuckle. "Now, slowly, but not too slowly, go deep. Move your tongue around while you go up and down." 

Roger moaned a little, and Craig looked over to see that Mell's face had flushed a bit. "Now get a rhythm going. Go about halfway down and come back up. Yes, good, good. Watch for Roger's responses. He'll show you what you should do and keep doing, and what isn't working for him. Why were you sucking so fast anyway?"

Craig stopped sucking and looked at her. "It looked sexy in that video last night, when the guy sucked fast like that."

"Forget the video. None of the men I've been with like it so rough and vigorous. The penis is a delicate instrument. It has to be treated lovingly. Go back to your sucking." He did. "Now give a few little squeezes with the hand you have around the base of the shaft. Keep the other hand moving over his balls. Oh, yes. Yes." 

Mell's forehead was sweating now, and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her black lacy bra underneath. "God, I love to watch you suck, Craig, to watch that big thick dick slide in and out between your lips. Uh. Yeah. Craig, I want to watch you make him come. Oh, don't go so fast, Craig, you have to work up slowly. Do the hand thing I taught you." 

Roger was moaning rhythmically now.

"Suck it hard, just suck like it's a lollipop, suck the tasty lollipop Mommy gave you." Her hand was massaging her breasts, over the bra. "Oh, that's nice, I can see the outline of his dick on your cheek." She stood, then, hiking up her skirt so she could pull down her pantyhose. Craig looked over, momentarily distracted. He loved Mell's legs. They were smooth and perfectly shaped. 

"Craig, after you make him come, I want you to smear it all over my chest while you fuck me. Yes! Suck it. Suck him off. Mommy has some nice candy for Sissy. Would Sissy like to wear Mommy's garter belt tonight when she bends him over?"

Craig moaned then, and the vibration was the last straw for Roger, who grunted as he tensed suddenly.

"Slow! Slow, now, don't want to make Roger climb the wall." Craig slowed down while Roger relaxed and fell backward on the bed.

Mell sat beside Roger on the bed, and pulled up her skirt, beckoning to Craig. "Come to Mommy." All at once, Craig, who was rock-hard, was on top of Mell, kissing her chest. "Now's the time for that enthusiasm you had earlier."

Craig, triumphant from his first mouthful of cum, had plenty of that.



Midday Surprise



"So are you going to tell me what has you in such high spirits today?" Joan asks putting the coffee cup down onto the table.

I smile and say, "It's Jonathan. He's so amazing."

"So you keep telling me, but you don't give any details."

"Are you sure you'd like to know?" I ask hoping she'll say yes.

She smiles at me. "Are you fucking kidding me? I want to hear it all."

"Well okay," I say pretending to only be half interested in letting her in on the secret. "He often comes home when the kids are at school and I'm alone. When he comes in I can just tell he wants to ravage me."

"By his look?" she asks intently.

"His look?" I say. "Oh please. It's not just his look, it's the way he grabs you."

"When was the last time?"

"Yesterday," I say smiling big.

I was in the middle of vacuuming the floor when I felt a pair of hands wrap around both shoulders and spin me around. For a moment I was a bit taken back and then he kissed me. Not just something simple or even hurriedly, but he had passion and desire behind it. We kissed for minutes, just passing our tongues into each other mouths. Then he broke away, grabbed my hands and started pulling toward the stairs. We made it to the top, naked with our clothes strewn down the steps.

He pushes me onto the floor and starts kissing me again. His hands gently stroked my sides as we kissed. His hands moved to my breasts and he softly pinched my nipples and I moaned each time. I got louder once he put his lips to them. It felt incredible like I was on fire, so I grabbed his hair and pushed him hard into my breasts.

As Jonathan did his magic with his tongue and teeth his hand worked my pussy as he gently rubbed it, sliding a finger in between my lips and over my clit, back and forth. I could feel my pussy was wet as his finger easily slipped between and over again and again.

Then as suddenly as it started, his hand stopped. I was curious and began to lift my head up when he suddenly lay gently on top of me, being sure to hold his weight off of me with his arms. He kissed me deeply, passionately and I could feel his cock lay on top of my pussy, pushing on my clit. Automatically I felt myself pushing up against him as we kissed and he began rubbing himself slowly against me. I wanted as badly as he did.

After a few more minutes of our deep kissing, he started to move down with his body and kisses. I guessed he had something else in mind right then. First his kisses went to my neck. I felt the head of his cock slide down the front of my pussy. First my clit and then for a split second it sat at the entrance to my pussy. I wanted him in me so badly, but he kept moving. His kisses got back to my breasts and then down my stomach. I felt him push my legs apart and suddenly jis whole mouth enveloped my pussy and his tongue deep inside me. I couldn't make a noise, I just gasped with the feeling of his tongue flicking all around inside me.

It wasn't long before I was cumming. As it hit, I grabbed handfuls of Jonathan's hair and every bit of my body shook. Each wave was bigger than the last and lasted for what felt like eternity. I eventually had to pull Jonathan off because my body couldn't take anymore. He slowly came back up the middle of my body, kissing all the way and when he reached my neck his cock was resting against my pussy again. I looked into Jonathan's eyes and kissed him. Long and passionately we kissed and then I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me.

I was so wet from his licking me combined with my cum that he just slide right in. His big cock stretched me open and I dug my nails into his ass, pulling him in more. It felt so fantastic I can't even begin to describe the feeling. He pushed until he could go no further. I held him in feeling his cock buried deep within me then I kissed him deeply. When I pulled away I said, 'Make love to me Jonathan.'

He started slowly and my pussy felt so full and sensitive. He got faster and faster and I started moaning with another orgasm building. About the same time my orgasm broke, Jonathan began shooting loads of cum, one after another into my pussy. I screamed with pleasure as he emptied himself in me, but he wasn't done, not yet.

He pulled out of me and slide up, putting his cock in my face. I was more than happy to take it. I opened my mouth to swallow his massive cock and started sucking the cum from the head of his cock. Oh how I love the taste of it. I don't know what he did to make it taste sweet, but it is fantastic. As I worked my tongue around it, making sure to get all my juices licked from it, I pushed my breasts up around his thick shaft.

Jonathan got the hint and started pumping my breasts as if it were my pussy. Precum dripped from his head and I shot my tongue out quickly to collect it. I needed every drop and I wasn't going to let any go to waste. I could feel his balls slapping the underside of my breasts and from his grunts I knew he was going to explode. And explode he did, with ample supply. I opened my mouth just as he released another load. It shot straight to the back of my throat and I swallowed as quickly as I could.

Spent he rolled off to lay next to me. We lay together for minutes, holding hands when I told him I was going to take a shower. I wasn't in there for thirty seconds when he came in, hard as a rock and ready for more. I could feel his cock pressed against my pussy so I slowly pushed back taking hi whole cock into me just before pulling back off. Then suddenly I pushed back hard against him. Jonathan moans with me as I kept pulling off only to slam back against his pelvis. I couldn't get enough of his cock no matter how much I told myself I could.

Soon he pushes back against me and squishes my swaying breasts against the glass. He then begins thrusting his cock into me. He grabs hold of my hips so that he could ram me harder. My whole body shook with every thrust. I reached back with one hand to lightly play with his balls, cupping and gently rolling them around. Jonathan let out a moan and wrapped his hand around to rub my clit. I too let out a deep moan.

'Please go faster Jonathan,' I pleaded. 'I want you to fuck me harder!'

Jonathan obeyed and quickened his pace thrusting hard and fast into me. I was shaking even more with each thrust. My pussy gripped his cock as water flowed down my back and over his balls. Combined with my hand playing with them, it wasn't long before he was cumming again and so was I.

'I'm cumming again!' I yelled.

My body went rigid, my back arched and my pussy clenched around his big cock. I felt Jonathan feverishly thrust in and out, grinding his finger against my clit. Then he unleashed a torrent of cum into my pussy. I moaned hard again as my orgasm gained force and his hot cum coated my pussy, filling me so much that I could feel it leak out. As we both came down off our shared orgasm I felt him pop out. As I turned around I noticed his cock was still hard.

"He just doesn't stop," I say. "Now let me tell you about what happened after the shower."

"Okay, okay," she says waving her hands. "You can stop now. Good lord woman."

"I was just getting to the best part," I say.

"Yeah, well I need to go change my underwear."