1 comments/ 8439 views/ 2 favorites Morning After Ch. 01 By: cedarlooman Waking before you with the sun just peeking over the edge of the window to bathe your sleeping form in the early morning light, I gaze down at you as you lie there peacefully. Thinking back to the previous evening and the way you gave yourself over completely to my every command causes a smile of remembrance and appreciation to light my features. Your body still bears the evidence of the incredible session we had. The collar still around your neck with my sigil attached to the loop in front, rising and falling slowly with your deep breaths, catching the sun and causing rainbow lights to flash over your neck and arms as you lay on your side facing away from me. The fur lined leather cuffs on your wrists and ankles are still more evidence of the bondage you endured and we both enjoyed. The sight of them still wrapped around your limbs causes an instant flashback to the night before. Your lithe form is extended with your hands above your head, cuffs locked together and cinched to the eyebolt attached to the door frame. There's just enough slack to allow your feet to rest flat on the floor if you didn't mind extending your arms completely, or allowing you to release the tension and flex at the elbows if you rise up onto the balls of your feet. The cuffs on your ankles are attached to a spreader bar, keeping them parted and ensuring your legs stay open causing your beautiful ass to stay taut and rounded in a gentle curve of muscle. The curve of your buttocks meet in a tight line at your thighs, drawing in to join at the slightly visible crease of your outer labia as the position causes them to part ever so slightly, seen in silhouette as the light from the room beyond bathes you in a soft glow in contrast to the dim candlelight in the bedroom. A smile on my face, I return to the present and allow my eyes to continue drinking in your now resting form. Your hair is disheveled from sleep and the passion of last night, framing your face in a tangle of brownish-red curls falling just short of your shoulders, accenting the very slight pink of your cheeks, and the lush bright red of the lipstick that still clings to your beautiful full lips. Continuing my visual journey down your body, I see the covers kicked off behind you, naked form now fully washed in sunlight. Your full breasts and nipples are still slightly pink and puffy from the erotic abuse they took last night. Your upper back and buttocks are rouged and bear slightly raised welts from the flogging and paddling they received during our session, again bringing erotic memories to bear. As your body is stretched in the door frame, the casual weight of the tails of the flogger gently pull against my hand and the braided leather of the handle firmly grasped in my fist feels as if it were made to be there. I swing at the well-muscled upper back just below and between your shoulder blades. A satisfying crack sounds as the tails connect causing your arms to tense against their bonds and a slight shudder of pleasure to go through your body as a soft moan escapes your lips. Moving down I use a figure eight motion to bathe the cheeks of your ass in downward sweeping lashes, striking each cheek in turn on the downswing of the improvised infinity symbol. Each snap against your skin causes you to jump slightly. As I continue with the punishment, your ass resembles a dancer's sashaying from side to side with each brush of the leather tails. I continue alternating between your back and your ass, with the occasional strike to your thighs and calves to provide variety and to keep you from anticipating the rhythm of the pleasure inducing pain. Later, after the warm-up from the flogger, we move to using your favorite paddle. The smooth leather always brings such delicious yelps from you as the intense feeling of leather against skin shoots jolts of pleasure/pain straight from your ass to your dripping pussy. Sometimes I swear I can see you moisten up more with each strike of the paddle. After alternating a dozen swats to your buttocks with caresses to your red cheeks roaming forward to your now soaked vagina, I can see you getting closer and closer to orgasm. I resume the rhythm of the paddling, occasionally moving to the backs of your thighs or a slight blow to the inside of them, sending a sharper pulse into your glistening lips. Finally, your body covered in a glistening sheen, I lower the paddle and gently massage the red welts on your butt and legs spreading soothing warmth and pleasure into your supple muscles. With my other hand I massage your vulva, my fingers moving between your labia and coming up to gently stroke your clitoris, gently circling the nub bringing slight waves of pleasure into your sex. Seeing your breathing return almost to normal, I decide it is time for the final flagellations. Taking my middle finger behind my thumb, I allow it to snap forward directly into your clit. The sudden strike is quickly followed by several more, most to your clit, a few to the insides of your nectar coated lips. The quick, hard strikes elicit a gasp, followed by sharp intakes of breath matching each strike. As I stop the ministrations, I see your eyes gently lose focus and your legs begin to tremble as your orgasm sweeps over you. Releasing your wrist cuffs from the eyebolt, I gently lower you into my arms supporting you with one arm, while my other hand is busy pinching and teasing your nipples extending your orgasm. As it slowly releases you, I allow you to taste the nectar on my fingers and gently cleanse them with your lips and tongue. "Thank you, sir, for the spanking and the chance to taste the nectar that is yours." As the pleasant memories once again fade, I decide to reward your performance of the night before. Allowing you to continue sleeping, I go downstairs and prepare a light breakfast of eggs, bacon, fruit, and some fresh orange juice and coffee. Returning with the breakfast for two in a portable warmer, I set it on the bedside table and move into the master bath to draw you a hot, relaxing bath. I know you will need the soothing bath and the massage I have planned for the stiff and sore muscles I know will be waiting when you wake up. After all, the flogging and paddling had merely been the beginning of the evening's activities. Breathing in the aroma of the cup of coffee I was enjoying waiting for the tub to fill, I was once again captured by the memories of last evening. The spreader bar is now gone, your hands are linked behind your back. You are kneeling on the floor, sitting back on your heels because your wrist cuffs are also linked to your ankle cuffs in mimic of the classic hog tie. Sitting like that, your shoulders are pulled back lifting your breasts up and forward presenting them to me in their perfect roundness, the nipples just begging to be teased, your torso stretched languorously leading down to the glistening juncture of your legs. The welcoming peaks are already puckering anticipating the erotic torments to come. I begin simply. Reaching down I pinch both nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulling and stretching lifting your breasts away from your body until I feel the tension change as they begin bearing a portion of your mass. The pinching combined with the strain elicits a slight gasp. Then I feel the tension release slightly as you adjust to bear the weight with your legs and back. Eventually allowing you to settle back on your heels once more, I begin rolling and pinching your nipples, teasing them until they stiffen into hard little nubs. Bending down I lightly flick the tip of your beast with my tongue and then slowly circle down to the base, lightly flicking and teasing my way around the circumference of your nipple. When I reach the base, I engulf it with my mouth, lightly sucking and teasing until I know you can't stand it anymore and I feel you moving beneath me as if to press your breast still harder against my mouth. Knowing what you want, I bite down sharply and then begin to suckle at your breast twisting and turning with my teeth still wrapped tightly around your bud. The pinching of my teeth combined with the suction is rewarded with moans of pleasure as your body gently settles back and you are unable to continue giving into the pleasure and fighting to keep upright. All the while I continue kneading, twisting and pulling on your other nipple, keeping it engorged and ready for its ministrations. I continue playing with you this way alternating between nipples for a few minutes until I can sense your arousal beginning to rise again. Knowing you are now ready, I reach for the candle on the nightstand and holding it above you tip it gently allowing a few drops of wax to fall on the slope of your breast. The sudden pinpricks of heat have the desired effect as I see you gasp in sudden response. The gasp is followed by a rhythmic swaying as you reflexively move away from the sudden source of heat, your movements restrained by the position your are held in by the cuffs. I continue the drops moving slowly down your breast towards your nipple stopping just before reaching it. I move the candle over your body slowly drawing a line of wax across to your other breast where the pattern is again mirrored. I continue this teasing for a couple of minutes slowly getting ever so close to the nipple, but never quite touching it. The soft wax sheens slightly on your breasts as it hugs the curves perfectly flowing down and across them in a gently arching pattern. Your body now acclimated to the gentle heat of the wax, the reflexive flinches have stopped and have been replaced by slight moans of pleasure as the heat slowly envelopes you and spreads throughout your heaving chest and even reaches your sensitive nipples. Putting the candle back in its holder I reach for the next instrument in my orchestra of eroticism. Your eyes are closed drinking in the warmth radiating from your chest as the heat continues to arouse you, no longer even remotely painful, just slow spreading warmth. Smiling wickedly I bend forward and place an ice cube directly to each nipple. Your eyes snap open as the shock of cold shoots like a lightning bolt straight through your nerve endings confusing pleasure and pain and mixing the two into one confusing torrent of sensation that course straight to your core. The cold stiffens your nipples even further causing them to harden to sharp eraser-like tips. I swirl the ice cubes around your nipples slowly expanding the circles until your breasts are pimpled in gooseflesh and the wax is hardened by the cold. I gently trail the cubes down your torso pausing to tease your belly button and gently circle around your abdomen as you gasp with the changes in temperature. I bend down and exhale slowly and deeply on your nipple watching you shudder with delight as the heat from my breath excites your nerve endings and conflicts with the cold that just left and is now resting on your abs. I allow my lips to surround and caress it lightly nibbling and massaging. As I move over to your other breast, I drop one hand down, and just as I contact my mouth to your breast, I apply an ice cube to your engorged clitoris. The heat of your aroused sex accelerates the melting of the ice as it mingles with your juices and begins to drip and puddle beneath you. I follow the trail of water down your abs, lightly biting and kissing my way down your beautiful firm stomach. Some of the water has pooled in your navel, and slowly I lap it out with my tongue as I continue teasing your clit with the rapidly disappearing ice. I continue my tour of the river of ice water down to your sex. I nibble my way down your mons, lightly skipping over your tormented clitoris to lap gently at your labia majora allowing my tongue to slide ever so slightly into your vagina. In and out it teases as I move back and forth across your vulva, running my tongue first along your outer lips, and then gently dragging it down the folds of your inner lips. Gently biting and nibbling I tease your hot flesh as the ice cubes shrink between my fingers as it teases along your clit and the upper folds of your labia. Finally, I slip the cubes into your trembling pussy mixing the icy cold with the warm temperature of my skin as I finger fuck you with the middle two fingers of my hand. My tongue flits out towards your clitoris, eliciting a slight moan. I envelop the pearlescent bud with my mouth exhaling to rapidly warm it, the drastic change in temperature again rocketing electricity into your core. I gently tease with my teeth biting and twisting the engorged bud. As my fingers piston your snatch I feel it tightening around them. Latching my lips firmly around your clit, I suck forcefully enveloping it in my lips and tongue pushing you over the edge into another orgasm. I feel the grasping of your lips around my fingers as your pussy spasms around them, bathing my hand with a mixture of melted ice and ambrosia. I continue thrusting, finding your g-spot with my middle finger, extending and heightening your orgasm. A deep throaty moan escapes your lips as a shudder runs down your body and threatens to collapse you against your bonds to the floor. Taking another sip of my coffee I check the temperature of the water in the half-full tub. I make a slight adjustment to make sure it is going to be warm enough to soothe you when you finally slip into it. As I walk back into the bedroom to refill my coffee from the carafe, I cannot help but to gaze upon your sunlit face. The contented peace of blissful sleep envelopes your features as a slight smile graces your features, perhaps from last night or the remnants of a happy dream. I gaze lovingly on you while drinking up the coffee, the view and even more memories of last night. **** Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed creating it. I welcome all comments and suggestions as I am relatively new to this and would like to continue with better and better stories. Part two should be arriving shortly after the New Year. Oh, and don't forget to vote! Thanks, Cedarlooman Morning After Ch. 01 Aaron and Renee had a wonderful time in the halls -- and the beds -- of the club they were visiting. It was a long trip up there, and it was the final night of a three-day weekend. On Monday, they'd have to make the long drive back. So they'd turned in early -- and early for a swing club, you know, is sometime between midnight and 1 a.m. After a night -- two nights, actually -- of intense fucking, they were tired, and yet they were horny. They made love with each other, delighting in the familiar feeling of their union as they whispered in each other's ear, caressed each other's bodies, and brought each other to one final orgasm. And then they fell asleep, recovering mind and body for the journey the next day. At least, that was the plan. The club has many rooms with multiple beds; this room was one of them. Aaron and Renee were so tired -- literally, so fucking tired -- that they did not hear another couple come into the room with them and occupy the other bed. When morning came, and light began to filter in around the heavy curtains on the window, Aaron stirred ever so slightly. It was enough to make Renee aware of his presence. She cuddled up against him, her hand reaching down between his legs where their juices from the previous night's session had dried on his dick. He, of course, loved the attention her hand was providing to his cock, which started to grow under her loving touch. He moaned ever so slightly. He adjusted his body angle to caress her most impressive breasts and gently tweak her sensitive nipples. That made it her turn to moan. Morning breath or no morning breath, the two of them kissed and their tongues danced as they picked up the pace of the way they touched each other. And the moans increased in both volume and intensity. Suddenly, they heard something across the room. They realized they were not alone. There was someone across the room. Not interrupting what they were doing with their hands, they lifted their heads and peered across the room. There was someone on the other bed. Something was happening on the other bed. From the gentle sounds of pleasure, they knew what that something was. As their eyes became more and more accustomed to the low light in the room, they could see who the people were -- a Hispanic couple, a little younger than they were, getting busy with sex on the morning after. Aaron and Renee crawled to the end of their bed and sat up, with their feet on the floor. With their arms around each other -- Renee stroking Aaron's cock and Aaron tweaking Renee's right nipple -- they watched silently for awhile. Then Aaron spoke. "You don't mind if we watch, do you?" he asked. The couple on the bed interrupted their play for a moment. "No, not at all," the man said. And with that, he went back to exploring his woman's lush body. Renee watched with increasing vigor. Aaron knew what was turning her on so much. "You know how I feel about Latin men," she said. "Ya think?" Aaron said with a smile. Aaron wasn't so particular about what kind of woman he played with -- blondes, brunettes, white, dark, Latina, whatever -- but if they had the curves that he saw with this woman, yes, he would certainly enjoy a swap. "Mind if we join you?" Aaron asked. "Certainly," the woman of the other couple said. "We would love it." With that, Aaron and Renee stood up and walked over to the bed. Standing at the end of the bed, they introduced themselves, and found out that their roommates' names were Luis and Maria. Aaron and Renee were both 52; Luis and Maria were 47 and 46, respectively. The introductions over, Renee walked to Luis' side of the bed -- but before Aaron could lay down next to Maria, she had stood up and walked over to him. "I hope you don't mind," she said, "but especially here at the club, we like to be in the same room -- but not in the same bed. We like a little more room." "Not at all, my lady," he said. "Let's go over here." And with that, he placed his arm around her hip and led her to the bed where he and Renee had spent the night. Two sets of new lovers entered into the horizontal dance. Both men showed the ladies how much they liked to each pussy; both women took the gentlemen's cocks into their mouths, sucking them back to full hardness. And then, at almost exactly the same time, both men pushed up with their arms and rose over the woman each was now sharing a bed with. Each moved forward. Each dick sought the pleasure of a warm, wet pussy; each pussy spread to admit a hard cock. There wasn't much need for encouragement, for enticement. The events of the day before, the awakening to sex play, the excitement of new partners, had all led up to this moment. All four people -- two horny men, two horny women -- put their entire being into building up to an intense orgasm. This would have to hold them, after all; there were miles to drive this day. Aaron came first. Maria wrapped her legs around his torso and pulled him into her. "Fuck me!" she screamed, and it was not long before he shot a stream of cum into her willing pussy. "Damn!" he said, and as his pace slowed, he paused a moment and then rolled off of Maria. Both Aaron and Maria them crawled down to the end of the bed and watched as Luis and Renee came. Renee's bad knees didn't usually allow her to get on top any more, but she had climbed on top of Luis and was riding him for all he was worth. Soon, Aaron was aware of what joy Luis was experiencing as Renee tightened her pussy and milked the cum out of her lover's cock. Then, as Aaron had rolled off of Maria a few moments earlier, Renee collapsed to the side of Luis, sighing that most contented of sighs. Both couples snuggled up against each other for a few minutes. Aaron actually had dropped off to sleep. After a few minutes, however, they were aware of activity in the hallway. Two couples were standing at the door to their room. "Hello," one of the women said. "We just wondered what you were doing in here -- and if there was any room for us to join you." Four smiles from the room greeted them. "Come in and let's get acquainted," Renee said, her Southern accent providing the right hint of hospitality for the moment. (to be continued) Morning After Ch. 01 Hi- this is my first submission. I will write more but please comment- feedback welcome! Sex will come but I'm not going to sacrifice at least some semblance of plot so I'm afraid you'll have to wait ;) subsequent sections will also be longer. E. *** Cassie bit her lip and looked down at the paving slabs as she hurried across the quad. She knew where everybody was sitting- the kids she didn't know and was too shy to get to know, her friends, and the kids who she had known as a child but was too embarrassed to do more than acknowledge know. The problem was, she knew, a stupid one. She'd just turned eighteen, would be at university in a year, and yet she didn't have enough confidence to talk to the people that she'd walked to school with for seven years. She sighed, not glancing up in case they saw her looking, and made her way over to her group by the benches, Ella already calling out to her, asking for help with some work. "Hey, you okay?" Ella rubbed her arm affectionately, pulling Cassie down to join her and offering her a crisp. "You look tired." Cassie snorted, relaxing into her friend. "You try doing nine months of work in two nights! I swear, if that teacher doesn't get better I'm going to write to the exam boards myself." Ella interrupted her. "To tell them what? That you did all the work for that A* yourself? Come on, Cassie, nobody could hold you back if they tried!" Cassie started to protest, then giggled, dropping her bag on the floor and taking a long drink of water. Ella changed the subject. "So were you invited to Sam's party then?" Cassie looked around and saw the brown eyes of her best friend looking at her almost suspiciously. "Yeah." She said slowly. She thought back, mentally scanning down the list she'd glanced at on facebook the night before. "And so was Jake, and Marcie, and Hannah?" She looked around, the three confirming what she'd said with brief nods. Cassie squeezed Ella's hand. "I'm sure that its just 'cause we have English together. And I are friends, I guess. Trust me, you should be glad you aren't coming, everybody from primary school will be there- everybody popular. This is going to be so awkward!" She pulled a face, laughing at the expression on Ella's. "Cass, only you could be reluctant about a party, and especially a party like that!" Ella pretended to swat her on the head before joining a separate conversation. Cassie rolled her eyes as she heard the familiar sound of her friends debating chemistry, and focussed instead on her friend. They had been almost inseparable since they were seven. At that time they could still be mistaken for twins, the blonde hair, the blue eyes, the fair skin... But time had given Ella the height and skinny grace of a dancer, and the easy charm and confidence that comes with beauty, whereas Cassie, looking down at herself, saw only a short and definitely less elegant figure, topped with a mess of dirty blonde curls. It wasn't that she was plump, exactly, it was that she had enough curve for the two of them, and as Ella tried to point out, the clothing just hid these, as Cassie had hoped, rather than showing off her figure. *** As Sam wolf whistled, Cassie blushed. The blue dress had been a present that she had bought herself but never had the courage to wear. With three-quarter length sleeves and a light material which clung to her curves even where she was sure it should float, the dress was perfect. She plucked at the material, trying to disguise the curve of her belly and waist, balancing on the heels with all the ease that anybody trained by Ella should, and handing Sam a card with a kiss to the cheek. He already smelled of alcohol. His hand brushed the back of her dress and she jumped out of the way, spying Hannah in a corner with Jake and a couple of beers, one of which he waved at her. "God, I'm so glad you're here already!" Cassie sighed, trying to move into the shadows. Jake and Hannah were both staring at her. Hannah's dress was modest to the point of suffocating above the waist, but her long legs seemed to be completely bare, and Cassie could see at least three guys eyeing her up. "You look fantastic!" Hannah smiled. "You should show off those curves more often- you look hot!" Hannah bumped her hip against Cassie's and they giggled again. Cassie never bothered to tell Hannah how good she looked; she didn't need telling, and anyway, Jake would tell her whatever. The party began to heat up pretty quickly. Girls showing more skin than Cassie would ever dare to brushed past her to grab more vodka, often muttering the odd greeting and smirking at her. Boys smiled at her, eyes wondering quickly down to her ample chest, before she turned away, blushing. At one point Sam came over with a friend that Cassie could have remembered the name of without the beers but to her dismay she found that the only thing that the boy could talk intelligently about was FIFA, pop music and himself. She excused herself quickly, but it was only after quite a lot of alcohol and the disappearance of her friends that Cassie stopped believing that everybody was laughing at the fuller figured girl in blue. And by that time both her shyness and her memory had gone. *** There was a point behind her eyes that was throbbing and her head felt emptier and heavier than usual. Cassie opened her eyes, a blur of orange searing her vision as she stretched out her limbs, realising for the first time that she was in a completely unfamiliar bed. "Fuck!" It was the first time in her life that Cassie had sworn out loud, but the dizziness as she sat up combined with the realisation that she had no idea where she was broke down her self control. Grabbing the duvet with her fingers, she looked around wildly, noting random objects- a poster of an unfamiliar band, festival tickets, a pile of textbooks on a desk, a model of the solar system, rotating slowly and serenely above her. The bed was warm, the covers rumpled on the other side of the mattress. With a lurch Cassie stumbled out of bed, her head clearing slightly as she got her bearings, and caught sight of herself in the wardrobe mirror. She let out a little cry. Where were her clothes? She was still wearing the bra and knickers, both dark blue and thankfully pretty, to match the dress, but how had her dress disappeared? Adding that to the list of questions to ask the first person she saw, Cassie opened the wardrobe and grabbed a t shirt. She grimaced, looking around in slight fear as her fears were confirmed. This room definitely belonged to a guy. The t shirt was worn and clung to her curves, but in the absence of her dress Cassie felt that she had little choice as she padded down the hall, pausing by a row of framed portraits. "You are... Sam's brother?" Cassie turned, the reflection of his face in the glass of his family photo having given him away. Her mouth opened a little in shock. He was so much hotter than she'd remembered! Not hugely tall but she could tell that his shoulders, his abs, his stomach were all well muscled... Blushing she met his eyes, dark under dark hair, she tried to pull the shirt down over her thighs and muttered "I- what- um- what happened?" He laughed lightly, his eyes seeming to take in everything about her- the bed hair, the confusion, the way her breasts pressed against his t shirt. "I'd have thought that was pretty obvious, don't you?" Cassie gasped. How had she not thought of that before? Her hand moved automatically down to her knickers, to the heat between them, pressing through the t shirt, eyes desperate and her breath audible, panicked. "No!" He moved forward and grabbed her arm, shocked. "Not that! I'm sorry, I- nothing like that happened at all!" He dropped her arm, placing his around her shoulders and squeezing. "Look, you had a bit too much to drink and some guys were getting, well, pretty close to you. I brought you back to my flat, hung up your dress and put you to bed." His eyes pleaded with her to believe him, and since she felt as untouched as she had the night before, she did, tears filling her eyes as she nodded, face down. "I- I'm sorry I thought that. It was stupid of me." She looked up at him again, noting for the fist time the rumpled and damp hair, the kindness and depth to his eyes that made her want to blush yet again. He pulled her into a closer hug, accepting her apology, and she leaned into him, needing the support on a day of such confusion. Finally he pulled away, looking down at her, his large hands on her shoulders, smoothing the hair out of the way. He grinned, happy as a child again, although she knew that he had to be a few years older than her. "So. Are you going to remind me of your name?"