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Slippery When Wet

By: kittygrrl



It had been a long and boring shift at work, and Nikki was glad to be heading home. Not quite as glad she hadn't had a chance to use the bathroom before she left- but it was being cleaned when she had checked, and she hadn't felt like hanging around the store for the extra fifteen minutes. She pulled her brown hair back into a clip and cranked up the radio, trying to distract her bladder with some tunes. Slowly the need to use the bathroom dissipated, much to her relief... the sky was gloomy, and it smelled like rain. Nikki just hoped the storm would wait until she was inside... wet jeans would have to be thrown in the laundry immediately, and she was ready for a calm, relaxed night.

No such luck, however... as she pulled into her parking space, a few drops splattered on her windshield, followed by a steady downpour. The rain pounded on the pavement and Nikki fled to the doorway of her apartment building, cursing. She rummaged in her purse, pulled her keys out and trudged up the stairs to her door, glad that her jeans seemed dry enough. Nikki really didn't feel like doing a load of laundry tonight... She inserted her key into the door, and tried to turn it.

It wouldn't budge.

"Damn it" she muttered, and struggled with the lock. Then she remembered that today was the day the landlord had warned her he was switching the locks around. Another tenant had her apartment broken into, so all the locks were being changed to more heavy duty versions. A fantastic idea... but not one Nikki wanted to have to deal with now. She could feel her bladder pulsing, and she swallowed, hoping her boyfriend was home to let her in before she pissed all over the carpet. She banged on the door. 

"Thomas!"

No answer. Nikki began to squirm, and hoped no one was leaving their apartment anything soon... she knocked again. "Thomas! It's me... c'mon, lemme in..."

Still no answer, and Nikki could feel the pain begin of holding her urine in... but she wasn't about to let herself pee in her jeans, and definitely not in the hallway of her apartment building.

Luckily the door swung open and there was Thomas, towel in his hands, grinning. "Sorry, I could barely hear you... was doing the dishes..."

Nikki smiled back. "Doing the dishes? That's a first!"

Sheepishly, he shrugged. "I heard you say this morning as you left that you wished they'd be done... and, well... I forgot til a few minutes ago. I wanted to surprise you."

"Awww..." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He shifted his lips onto her neck and bit her hard, causing her legs to go weak. Nikki moaned. Thomas slid one hand over her side, going under her tee shirt and cupping one breast in his hand, thumb lightly flicking the nipple. 

"You're horny tonight, aren't you?" he whispered into her hair, feeling the nub grow firm under his touch.

"Yes..." she replied softly, her head nuzzling into his shoulder.

He held her for another minute, then pulled her away from him. She stood there, head meekly down, and he lifted her chin with his finger.

"Well then, Nikki... my little slut... I think I have a collar here, begging to be worn. Would you like to feel it clasped against your neck?... or would you rather have a more traditional relaxed night?" As he spoke, he ran one hand possessively down her thigh, slipping his hand between her legs, and smiling as her breath quickened. She nodded.

"Then kneel, darling, crawl and fetch the collar, it's on the nightstand where we last left it. Bring it to me in your teeth."

She dropped to her knees, the weariness flying from her mind as she crawled into the bedroom on her hands and knees. Nikki clamped her teeth around the collar, a simple lockable leather band with a D ring in the front. As she crawled back to Thomas's feet, she could feel the tickle in her bladder again, persistent... but she ignored it, deciding to focus her attention instead on her orders and the desire she felt to be following them.

Thomas, meanwhile, moved all the furniture to the walls and spread a black vinyl tablecloth in the middle of their living room floor. He dimmed the lights and waited for his girlfriend to return. She appeared soon afterwards, collar in between her teeth, and she offered it to him, kneeling patiently in front of him. He took it, taking the clip out of her hair and brushing it to one side. He buckled the collar and reached into his pocket for the lock. The snap seemed to echo in the room... the only other sound was the rain falling outside.

"Stand," Thomas ordered, and Nikki quickly stood before him, hands by her sides and legs slightly apart. He circled her, examining the clothes she was wearing, delighted at the way her jeans hugged her curves and her tee shirt barely covered her stomach, offering a hint of skin as she moved.

"There's still dishes to be done, and I figured I'll finish those before I play with you, my sweet. Since I'd like to have the lights dim, I have these," palm outstretched to display two pillar candles, " and I would like you to hold these in front of you for me. Will you do that?"

Nikki nodded silently, and he gave her the candles, positioning her arms so they were at a 90 degree angle to her body.

"Now," he said quietly, "I want you to remain completely still as I finish these. You will be able to that that, yes?"

She nodded.

"Tell me."

"Yes," Nikki said, her voice barely carrying.

Thomas forced her to look him in the eye. "Yes what? Remember your manners!"

"Yes Sir..."

"Better." He smiled at her, kissing her cheek, lighting the candles, and leaving her standing there, right in the middle of the vinyl sheet. He started running the water, and Nikki could feel the need to pee returning. The trickling of the water made it much more difficult for her to ignore it... and the urge was a lot stronger than before. She stood there, the candles shaking only slightly in her hands as she tried to will her bladder to stop pulsing. One minute... two... three passed, and the water streamed into the sink, the rain still falling outside. Nikki began to wonder if she would be able to hold it long enough to be able to ask her boyfriend for permission. After five long minutes, she began to clamp her thighs together, wincing with the effort not to move. The water ceased for a minute, and Thomas turned back to Nikki. She began to squirm a little more, and he shook his head. 

"I thought I told you to remain still?"

Nikki tried to resume her position, and realized doing so would mean she couldn't stop herself from having an accident. "Sir... may I please use the bathroom?.."

He laughed. "Oh, is THAT the reason why you're putting up such a fuss over there?... hmm..."

"Please!" she blurted.

He raised a brow. "I think you missed something there."

She froze. "Sir! Please, Sir, sorry Sir..."

A smile played over his lips. "No, no, too late... I think you'll have to wait another 5 minutes for that little slip up..."

"No, please Sir, PLEASE!" The urgency was clear in her voice, as she crossed her legs and tried to clamp onto her bladder.

"No? Are you questioning me now?" He sighed. "Nikki, that's just not acceptable... You're going to have to stay right there. I'll take those..." and he took the candles from her, "and you stand right there and think about why respect is so important." He placed the candles onto the kitchen counter, the light bright on her reddened face. Thomas brushed a stray brown hair away from his eyes, and smiled again. "I think I'll finish the last few dishes as you think about what you've done."

Her eyes widened and he turned the faucet on, enjoying watching her inner struggle, noticing how much she wanted to obey him but how desperate she was to use the bathroom. She began to cross her legs, try to clamp her thighs together... but the water in the sink just was too much, and she felt the urine slowly begin to trickle from her body, warm and wet. She blushed hotly. Thomas saw her crotch begin to stain darker, and smiled. "Can't hold it, Nikki?" he murmured, standing a few feet away and watching her squirm. She shook her head. "Try," he said firmly.

"I... can't.." she whispered.

"Sure you can. Think of something else."

"The... water..."

"Control it for as long as you can, Nikki... I want to see how long you can last." He watched her face tense up, her eyes close, and the stain on her jeans grow larger and larger, very slowly...

"Please let me use the bathroom, Sir!" she begged one last time.

"No."

And she realized she wasn't going to be able to hold it any longer, and she felt the urine flow from her, soaking her panties, felt her jeans get wetter and cling closer to her body, trickle down the sides of her legs. She flushed, feeling his gaze on her as the urine stained her jeans, warming her skin. As she went, she felt like the steady stream would never end, gushing from her body. Nikki looked at the floor, humiliated to have pissed her pants in front of her boyfriend, to have lost control like that.

Seeing her gaze drop, Thomas stepped closer to her and slid his hand between her legs, one finger rubbing against her clit. "Shhh... " he said into her ear. "You're doing well... is that all?"

She considered for a moment, then nodded.

"Good girl." He withdrew his hand and smiled, holding her close. She grew limp in his arms, and he stroked her hair, murmuring softly to her and comforting her as she shivered, her eyes closed. Eventually one brown eye opened, then the other.

"May I please shower, Sir?..." The words were quiet, and he embraced her tightly for a minute.

"Of course you may... I'll join you."

She smiled, feeling peaceful now that the struggle was over. He helped her unbutton her jeans, and he slid them down her wet legs, pulling them from one foot, then the other. She removed the tee shirt, and stood before him in her bra and panties... little light blue panties with a dark blue stain on them. Thomas ran his hands over her skin, unclasped her bra and slid one hand into her panties, his finger rubbing against her clit. She moaned, and he slid her panties off her as well, until she was naked before him.

Quickly he pulled off his shirt and pants, and with his arm protectively around her waist, he led her to the shower. 

Nikki waited as he turned the water on, made sure it was warm, and helped her inside. Under the warm stream of water, they embraced, skin against skin. She became less calm, more alive, pressing her body against his. He groaned, pushing his cock against her and she responded, rubbing her crotch against him as he let one hand glide down to her ass, the other on her back. Thomas pulled her closer to him and they kissed again. 

"Let's wash off quickly," Nikki said with a wicked smile, "and get into bed, hmm? What do you think, Sir?.." and her hand dropped down to his cock, caressing it as she spoke.

"Mmm... yes, I think that's a marvelous idea" Thomas said huskily, and he reached for the body wash, pouring some over her breasts. She squealed at the cold soap as it hit her body, and then inhaled quickly as he began to smooth it over her skin, her breasts, her ass, her legs... Nikki did the same, letting her hands slide over his chest, down his thighs, taking extra time on his cock. He moaned, and let the water run over them both, shutting the shower off and grabbing a towel. Thomas towelled off Nikki, enjoying the way she pressed against his hands as he dried her off. Then he offered it to her, and she dried him off in return, loving the feel of his body under the towel.

"Come on," he said, and she dropped the towel, taking his hand and letting him lead her to the bed. 

"Kneel on the bed."

Nikki followed the order, thrilled at the command, feeling calmer than ever before because of her complete loss of control, but aroused and loving every minute of it. Thomas spread her legs apart, letting his fingers dance over her wet pussy lips. She gasped.

"Is that what you want, my little slut?... You want my fingers inside you?.."

Nikki shook her head.

"No? Then what is it you do want, Nikki?"

She swallowed, and looked behind her, at him. "Sir... please... I want you to fuck me... please, Sir... I want to feel your cock inside me."

Thomas closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him, feeling his cock get even firmer, his eyes wandering over her ass, her collared neck, the still wet hair that hung on either side of her face... 

"All right," he replied, reaching for the box they kept beside the bed and pulling out a condom. "Touch yourself," he ordered, and from behind her he watched as her fingers spread her shaven lips and she plunged one finger, then another into her pussy. Thomas rolled the condom onto his cock, slowly, enjoying the view of her fingers at work within her, loving the small gasps she kept making as she masturbated for him.

"Enough," he murmured, and as soon as her fingers left her cunt he held onto her hips and thrust into her. She gasped out loud, and pushed back, and he began to fuck her, hard and fast, his cock withdrawing almost all the way before plunging into her tight pussy again, going harder, deeper with each thrust. She cried out, and her head dropped to the pillow, her ass pushing back against his cock, legs spreading wider to let him in farther. He grabbed a handful of her chestnut hair and firmly pulled back, making her back. "Head up," he ordered, and she moaned again in reply. He let go of her hair and slapped her ass, and she gasped.

"Please Sir..."

And he spanked her other ass cheek, continuing to fuck her as hard as he could, loving the feel of her tight pussy around his cock, encircling it, pulsing with her lust.

"Please what?" and he thrust in again, deeper.

Nikki exhaled, and said hoarsely, "Please, Sir, may I please cum?..."

He felt his orgasm building, and said, "Yes... yes, you may cum..." and he fucked her faster, feeling the orgasm come pulsing, shuddering through his body, delighted to feel her begin to shudder in return. Thomas reached one hand to her nipple and pinched, and she groaned, "Yessss..." as her cunt quivered around his cock. She let her head fall to the pillow, and he left his cock within her, rolling her to the side and hugging her body to his. She wriggled against him, and sighed contentedly.

"Thank you, Sir..." she said quietly.

"You're welcome, my pet..." Thomas replied, as their breath slowed and sleep settled over them both.

Slippery When Wet



The night was amazing. Great food, great conversation and it was about to end with great sex. We had gone out to a five star restaurant for dinner. And like a simmering pot on a red hot stove, I was getting closer and closer to boiling over. It had been months since I'd had that big hard cock in any hole and sitting across from it while we made polite conversation was taking its toll.

"You've got that look in your eyes." Your voice is quiet yet lustful. I quietly moan, leaning back in my seat at our semi-private table and seductively stroke my hand from my exposed neck to my shoulder. I kick off one black pump and slide my stocking clad foot up the inside of your leg, eventually letting it rest on the chair near your cock. 

"I do?" asking with the most innocent voice I can. Edging forward, I start tracing the edge of my martini glass. As I slowly dip my finger in my Cosmopolitan, I lower my voice asking, "What look would that be?"

Your eyes are glued to my now rising finger, dripping with my favorite combination of cranberry, triple sec and Grey Goose. My glossy lips part as the pink tip of my tongue flicks out to lick up a single drop. You start thinking about exactly what I want you to think about. Two hours ago in our hotel room, it was the tip of your cock I was flicking with the tip of my tongue while staring into those blue eyes.

Lifting your napkin from your lap, you toss it onto the table and stand. Always a gentleman, you move to pull out my chair, ready to leave as the check's been paid. We make our way to the elevator your hand at the small of my back, knowing how much that small gesture turns me on. You also notice the material of my dress doesn't lay flat against my skin, you wonder what I am wearing underneath. 

While we wait for the elevator, you are standing slightly behind me as your hand slowly caresses down the sweet curve of my ass. "That would be that look, in those brown eyes telling me how wet you are right now." Your whisper in my ear sends erotic chills down my spine. "And that I could get you to do just about anything...isn't that right baby?" 

My breathless 'yes' is barely audible over the sound of the elevator opening. An older couple exits just before we enter, giving us a very disapproving glare.

You precede me into the elevator. We move to stand facing each other on opposite ends of the small space. I lean back against the mirrored wall with my hands behind my back. "You look beautiful by the way." Your eyes skim my body from head to toe. I smile with that look that says I am always uncomfortable with compliments regarding my appearance but 'Thank you.' 

My very tasteful black dress gracefully hugs every curve. "Now that I've touched you, what is it that you're wearing under there?" 

Moving closer to stand before you, I take your hands and place them squarely on my waist. "Wouldn't you like to know?" You turn me into a corner, effectively blocking me from the security camera. Slyly smiling, I turn to face the mirrored corner. Placing my hands against the cool reflective surface, I look back at you saying, "Why don't you find out?" Your delicious smile tells me you're buzzed enough to play this naughty game with me. I feel your hands slide down over my hips. I spread my legs wider, bend at the waist and lean over slightly.

A quiet groan escapes my lips; I feel your hands on the outside of my thighs as you slowly drag my dress up. Sheer black hose gives way to the lacey tops of my stockings held in place by satin garters. A bit farther and you are treated to the view of my thong covered ass top off by a tightly laced waist corset. Your breath caught, you exhale, "Fuck." Your left arm slides around my cinched waist as you pull me against you. Your right hand slides over my ass right between my legs.

The discernable heat makes you harder. "Somebody's a little wet." I feel two fingers stroking my covered pussy. 'Please shove them in me.' I think to myself. And as if reading my mind, you pull the thong to the side and easily slide two fingers deep inside. Your voice purring as your stroke me, "Mmm, I bet you'd like a taste, wouldn't you?"

"Ooh, please." Is all I can manage. 

"Me first," Is your lusty response. Our gaze meets in the mirror walls as I watch you lick and suck your fingers. I am flooded with memories of that mouth between my legs. I involuntarily wet my lips wanting to taste myself. Seeing the pleading look in my eyes you plunge back inside me again and this time, bringing your fingers to my waiting mouth. 

You stare, watching my talented pink tongue lick up every drop of wetness ending with some very provocative sucking.

Before things get out of hand you smooth my dress back down and move away from me. When I turn to lean against the wall opposite of you the flush on my neck and face, not to mention the fuck-me lustful look in my eyes is blatantly obvious. Neither one of us speaks until we reach the first floor, caught up in our own little mental fantasies.

Your hand at the small of my back again, you guide me outside. "Our hotel's not far, shall we walk or do you want to take a taxi?" 

"We can walk." I reply.

I slip my hands around your arm. You smile to yourself remembering the last time I did that. As we make our way back to the hotel, you point out places of interest that you've visited. I am torn between paying attention and dragging you into an alley.

As if someone were listening, I see a semi-lit alley just ahead. I nervously bite my bottom lip. You notice I've stopped paying attention completely and ask if I am ok. Quickly, before I lose my nerve, I pull you in a dark shadow that will shield us from passerby's view. I pull you hard against me as I back up to the bricked wall. Cupping your face, I pull you down to my mouth, "Kiss me." At just that moment your sexy smell ravages my senses, I groan into your mouth and slide one leg up and around you.

Your thigh slips between my legs and your hands to my hips. You grind me against you. Between that and your delicious open mouth French kisses I am going insane with need.

One hand slides into the hair at the nape of my neck, you pull firmly knowing just how to fan my flame hotter. Ragged breathing and muted groans of pleasure escape my mouth telling you I am so close. Your sweet warmth breath in my ear heightens my arousal but it's your words that send me over the edge.

"Cum for me. Right here, right now." I brace my hands on your shoulders as I arch my cunt closer to your firm thigh. I'm riding you hard. Your hand slides between us and suddenly I feel you push into me all the way cupping my cunt. Leaning back, you drink in the view. Enough light reveals the shadows and lines of my spread legs, stockings, garters and your hand fucking me.

Alert enough to wonder what you are looking at my head falls forward and I am treated to the same view. It's the cognitive thought of what we are doing and where we are doing it that sets me off. I lean back, looking straight into your eyes. 

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," is all I can manage before my body shudders. Your mouth covers mine just to shut me up.

Your sweet tongue licks at my open mouth as you swallow my muffled groans of pleasure. At some point my hands have slid down to the open collar of your button down shirt. As I come back down to earth I loosen the grip I have at your throat. My body slowly unwinds. I finally relax and lean back against the cool brick wall. My sarcastic smile clearly illustrates my disdain at the cat-got-the-cream look on your face. You are just too proud of yourself and your ability to get me off.

My quick kiss ends in a playful bite to your bottom lip. You watch as I straighten my dress, a shot of pure pleasure races to your already hardened cock at seeing the edge of my dress being pulled down to cover my sheer lacey-edged stockings. It pleases you that I'll wear something so provocative just for your eyes only. When I am finished, I take your arm again as we continue towards the hotel. I so want to wipe that smug self-assured look off your face and on the walk back a plan forms in my mind. I smile to myself and the gesture catches your attention. 

"What?" You question.

A mischievous, naughty smile graces my face, "Nothing." I reply. Sexual tension ricochets between us. I turn to see you watching me. "Just remember, sweetheart, paybacks are a bitch," is my sarcastic retort.

Your sensuous laughter fills my ear in our private joke, "Well, when you find the woman to teach me a lesson, you let me know."

Your playful smack on my ass allows you to move to the hotel door which you hold open for me. I hadn't realized we'd returned so quickly. I follow you to the elevator. We are silent on the ride to the Executive floor but our looks speak a thousand of words. At last the elevator stops moving and we make our way to the suite...with a very, very large marble shower just made for steamy, slick, wet, slippery sex.

You surprise me yet again for near your bottle of 1971 is a bottle of chilled champagne and a silver bowl filled with strawberries. I open the '71, fill a crystal cut glass with ice and watch the golden amber liquid slowly pool inside. I walk into the master bath with your drink and the bottle. Before entering completely, I turn to look over my shoulder at you. "Bring the champagne and strawberries, if you don't mind." You wonder what I am up to now.

After setting the Glenmorangie on the marble countertop, I turn down the lighting enough that you can see everything reflected in the mirrored bathroom walls. You pour me a glass of champagne and drop in one fresh deep red strawberry. You bring the glass to me along with your own. We are standing mere inches from each other. We toast. "What are you up to minx?" 

"I want to show you something. Sit. I am sure you'll enjoy watching." I kiss your stubborn jaw. "I promise it'll be worth your while."

You make yourself as comfortable as you can for sitting on a closed commode. I take a small bottle of baby oil from the edge of the oversized tub. I turn my back to you and slowly slide my black dress off my shoulders, down my body to pool at my feet. The view, impeccable at best, stirs that beautiful cock to attention. Black seams race up the backs of my legs. The satin corset hugs my waist and flaring hips. My black thong is barely visible but is perfectly framed by the black garters.

I turn to lean over the tub turning on the water. Never changing my position, I check the water's temperature until I find it pleasurable. Finally, I turn to sit just on the edge of the tub. Pouring the oil into my hands I begin coating my arms. "Did I ever tell you about how I learned to have an orgasm?" 

Your mouth dry, you whisper, "No, you haven't." Its sexy raspy tone tells me you're riveted to my every move and not quite thinking about talking.

Your blue eyes are glued to my soft hands. You watch them slide from each arm to my shoulders to my upper chest. I see you wet your lips as my hands caress just inches above my bare breasts. With agonizing deliberate slowness, my slippery hands finally cup my tits. You blink when my hands stop moving. I move to straddle the oversized tub's faucet. 

"A girlfriend told me that if you position your clit just right," I inch my thong covered pussy right into the stream of water. A blissful sign escapes my lips just as my head falls back. "You can cum."

My body is glistening from the oil. Light reflects off the shiny surface of slick oily wet skin. Your groan spurs me on. "MMmmm, I even remember the first time she let me watch her do it." I pull the thin layer of lace away to expose my freshly shaved cunt.

Even in the muted light, you can see I am dripping wet. My hands move down to spread myself open, fully exposing my swollen clit. My moans get throatier and my breathing more and more ragged. You are amazed at how quickly I am about to cum again. 

Knowing my buttons, you barely whisper over the rushing water, "Cum for me, bitch. Show me how hard you can cum, while you masturbate for me."

You approach me, your cock exposed and throbbing for me. Seeing it in your hand always has a powerful effect making me want it in my mouth. I lean forward, still balancing myself on the edge of the tub with the water rushing over my clit. My lips parting to form the perfect 'O'. My tongue flicks out to lick the tip as you teasingly move closer. You set down the champagne bottle you were holding on the tub's edge. Your now free hand grabs a handful of hair. 

Forcing me to look up, you stare down at me, "You want this, baby? You want my cock?" 

"Yes, oh please..." You brush the sweet soft head across my lips. My deep brown eyes are filled with raw lust and desire.

I hadn't noticed you bought the champagne bottle. Pulling my head back, you hold it over me tilting the bottle. Suddenly, ice cold champagne pours all over my open panting mouth and oiled body, racing down my heated skin to drip into the tub. When it's empty you take my glass as well, pouring it into my open mouth. I catch the strawberry between my lips and just as I bite down your mouth joins mine. We lick sweet juice off each others lips as we share the ripe fruit in a prolonged kiss.

My hungry whisper spurs you on. "Use me. Don't hold back. Make me your personal fuck toy." My provocative words don't surprise you at all. You stand, taking your hard cock in hand. Rubbing it against my face, I beg "Mmmm, that's it, make me do all the things you've always wanted a girl to do." "Come on baby, your so fucking in control. Prove it." 

Your grip tightens in my hair. "Everything she won't. Make me do it. I want to do it." I lave my tongue all over your cock as you spank my face with it. "Mmmm that's it baby. Oooh yeah, make me your whore." "You don't have to be polite; I want it...USE ME." My dirty words have you at the brink. I can see the heat in those liquid blue eyes.

My silky hands slide behind me. You're treated to the erotic image in the mirror of me touching my own ass. You watch, transfixed as I slowly work my finger deep inside. Between my words, the lapping water and now my teasing finger I can't hold back. I cum for you, again. Your name on my lips as I climax for you makes you itch to get inside me.

I can see you right on the edge. "No apologies, this time, just do it. Fuck me. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass...all of it baby. I'm yours. Give it to me. Give me what I need." 

With that last omission, you're done. You force my mouth open and shove that big cock right down my throat. In the mirror you watch yourself fuck my mouth. My groans of pleasure at finally getting you let go completely turn you loose. You roughly pull free, leaving me panting. You grab my wrist firmly in your hand pulling me to the shower. 

Turning on the blast of multiple showerheads and before I cum down off my high you kiss me hard, taking my mouth. I kick off my heels and start undressing you. I'm frantic to get you naked so I can feel your skin against mine. Before you can attempt to unlace my corset, I have you just the way I want you; naked and hard for me. I pull you into the shower and alternately push you against the wall, still dressed up and not caring.

The contrast between the hot pulsing spray and cold marble wall intensifies as my hot mouth engulfs your throbbing cock. Out of my mind with lust, my moaning is driving you closer to the edge. I suck from your sweet tip all the way to your aching balls but never taking you as deep as you know I can. You know what I want. Grabbing my head you shove that fucking beautiful cock right down into my throat again.

Your groan of satisfaction is delicious music to my ears. You look down to see me showered by the water cascading off your body. But I never miss a stroke, letting you fuck my mouth. You lift one leg to brace against the sitting ledge. It gives me perfect access to devote my licking, sucking attention on your balls. Slipping them both in my mouth gives me the opportunity to flick my tongue over your tight ass.

Feeling your ass against my tongue seems to ignite a nasty little spark in me. I want to taste you. I want you to feel me. I want you to beg for it. I stop just long enough to use my hands and words to make clear what I want. "Turn around for me." Slightly dazed, you willing obey. I slowly slide my hand down your left calf grasping your ankle firmly and lifting it back up to rest on the shower's sitting ledge.

I slowly stand behind you, letting you feel my slick skin rasp against yours. My arms go around your waist as I mold my body to you. I kiss a trail of wet kisses, light flicks of my tongue and gentle playful bites up your back as I make my way to your ear. My whisper sends waves of pleasure straight to your already throbbing cock, "I got a taste of that sweet ass and I want more, unless of course you want me to stop." My hand grasps your hot cock.

"Mmm baby? You want me to stop? Or do you want to feel me lick you...taste you?" Your ass is cradled by my hips. You can feel the heat of my cunt as I grind against you and feel my hard nipples graze your back. You brace your hands against the wet shower wall. "Tell me sweetheart. I want to hear you say it." My left hand slides down your back to cup that sexy ass. Your head falls forward. Your breathy exhales tell me you don't want to give in to me but your hard cock says otherwise.

"Lick me. Taste me." Your words are quiet but loud enough for me to hear. Your surrender is quite evident to me. I slide down your body. You feel my hands position you the way I want. I again, take your heavy balls in my mouth.

I begin a slow exploration trailing quick licks, tantalizing bites and end in a long slow wet French kiss, forcing my tongue as deep as I can. Your moaning urges me on. Spreading you wider, my tongue fucks you. But for me it's not enough. I want that sweet ass to be mine. And I know just how to claim it.

Rubbing my own oily slick skin, I wet my fingers. When I feel you relax, I slowly play with your backdoor. My other hand moves to stroke that cock. I can feel your heartbeat pulsing. Your fists are clenched against the wall. Using my mouth, I make sure you are well lubricated as I inch my finger inside. Wanting to give you only pleasure, I am certain to lick, kiss and suck your tender skin. At last you completely relax.

I slide in as deep as you'll let me all the while stroking that gorgeous dick. You fuck my hand as I play with your ass. "Mmmm you feel so fucking good." I groan. My tongue laps at your balls. "I'm not going to stop until you cum for me." You start pumping harder. You want to cum as I can feel you tensing up. "And I want it all over me." A growl escapes your lips as you take over stroking your cock. 

"Fuck, you little bitch, you're gonna make me cum."

You abruptly turn, cup the side of my head and explode on my face. Your creamy cum lands mostly around my open hungry mouth. My lips are coated with your glistening cream. You watch and listen as I use my tongue to lick up every drop, moaning and groaning my pleasure at tasting you yet again today. I lick you clean, making sure you know I got every precious drop.

Sated, you move to sit, leaning back against the shower wall with one leg propped up. I join you sitting between your legs. You pull me back against your chest. My head leans back to rest against your shoulder, my eyes closed. Your soft kiss on my neck tells me you think no less of my naughty actions. You notice the sly smile on my face. "Don't let that go to your head, honey. I counted how many times you came." 

I smile, knowingly, remembering how hard you just came for me. I sit up, turning to look at you over my shoulder, "I think that ends lesson one, don't you?"



Slippery When Wet



She was dripping wet, her clothes and business demeanor gratefully discarded after a long days work. Freshly washed and still wet from her bath, she walked across the floor to him, her nude body colored reddish in the firelight, her heavy breasts swaying slightly as she walked. Stopping three paces from him she waited for him to look up at her. When he did, she grinned from ear to ear at him and wiggled so that water cascaded off of her nude body.

"I'm all wet." She said and giggled.

He sipped his cup of wine and nodded, slowly wiping a drop of water from his cheek. "So I noticed."

"And clean." She said, beaming with pride.

"That is a good thing." He said smiling.

"And smoooooth." She almost sang the word smooth. Turning, she bent over and spread her ass cheeks, showing him her freshly shaved lips. "See?"

He grinned. "It's hard to see smooth baby girl . . . smooth is a . . .it's a more. . .felt sorta thing."

She grinned at him as she peeked between her legs. "Oh ya. . .I fergets that some times." Without straightening up, she began to shuffle backwards, ass still spread wide, until she was within his easy reach.

He grinned and sipped his wine as he watched her and then reached out one hand and with just the tip of his finger, traced the contours of her labia and then up the crack of her ass. Smiling, he nodded approval and let his finger caress her lips again, playfully pressing in slightly when tracing over her clit hood.

"Hmmmm...very smooth." He said and she started to stand, but he pressed his hand against her ass cheeks to warn her to stop. "But. . ." 

Placing his finger just under the clit, he slid it back up her slit until it easily dipped into her hole. He slid it in a tiny amount and then pulled it out, using his thumb to measure the wetness on his skin. "Seems to me, someone is a little wetter then a bath would leave you. . .at least wetter in naughty ways."

She froze. He leaned down and looked at her eye to eye through her spread legs. "Very, very much wetter." 

"Ooops." She said and tried to stand again, but again, his hand on her ass cheek and lower back told her to stay bent over.

"Do you want to tell me something?" He asked.

"Tell you what?" She answered his question with a question.

"About why you are sloppy wet after a bath?"

"Cause I didn't dry real good." She answered.

"Not that kinda wet."

"Oh."

"Wanna tell me?"

"Honestly?"

"No...lie to me."

Now she was in trouble.

"I. . .I. . .I was shaving and gettin all smooth for you and . . . the soap. . .and . . . the water. . .and. . .my fingers. . .and. . .I slipped." She stammered.

"Slipped?"

"Yes . . . most of all household accidents happen in the bath. . .but don't worry. . .I'm OK." She tried to stand, this time his gentle pressure was stronger, holding her down.

Leaning close so that his face was between her legs, inches from hers, he said. 'Well. . .we should be thankful for you being safe, shouldn't we?"

"Uh oh."

"Ya. . .uh oh." He agreed.

The cold stone floor was starting to make her shiver, or perhaps it was the combination of excitement/fear that was rushing through her. She felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter as he sat and waited, letting her get so wet, she was almost dripping, bent over, exposed, spread wide.

"Baby girl?"

"Yesh?"

"Slipped huh?"

"Yesh." She stuck with the story, she knew it was a lost cause, but she stuck with it anyway.

"Then make sure you grab a hold of your ankles tight, wouldn't want you to slip again would we?" He said in his evil voice. She tried not to shiver, but that voice always made her so excited. She could feel her nipples stiffen on her big hanging tits, her breath came shorter. . .all because of that voice.

"Hang on real tight." He whispered.

When his hand his her ass cheek, it was not a soft pat. It was not as hard as he could, but it was enough to make her yelp. Grinning at the sound he popped her other cheek so she made it again. Standing up from his chair and placing his wine goblet on the table, he held her back with one hand as he started to rain down a series of quick, hard smacks on her ass cheeks. 

One cheek and then the other, short snaps that had little weight of a strike behind them so the slap stung all the more. Each strike made her ass burn in pain and that fire went right through her and heated up her insides to a frenzy. Water splattered from her skin as he snapped again and again, making her sing a chorus of yelps and moans and whimpers.

As her ass began to redden, he started to allow more force behind each spank. Deep, hard spanks that shook her whole body as he peppered her ass with them. He watched her flesh ripple with each strike, her sweet little ass glowing red under his attentions now. Grinning maniacally, he was breathing harder and harder. The frenzy spreading from her to him now as his excitement grew and grew.

Smacking her with great wide swung slaps across each cheek, he nearly knocked her over each blow. His hand though was always there to steady her as she prepared for the next one. He was growling as he spanked her, his excitement getting the better of him. 

She heard him undo his pants and without looking knew he was standing there, gloriously hard as he spanked her. His cock would be bobbing and waving as he swung again and again at her ass cheeks. His hand landing on the inner curve of the ass now, pulling her pussy wide open with each spank.

"If." Spank. "You are." Spank. "Going to be." Spank. "A dirty girl." Spank. "Then Daddy must teach you. . ." the last spank was so hard she nearly collapsed. "I must teach you baby girl. . . "

"Teach me Daddy." She whispered with a trembling voice.

"Yes." He growled.

"Teach me to be a good dirty girl for you." She begged in a ragged whisper.

"Yes." He spread her ass cheeks apart.

"Teach me Daddy." She pleaded.

Growling, he pressed his cock head against her sloppy wet pussy. With a long, low, evil growl he thrust into her hard. She cried out and he grabbed her hair, pulling her up and immobilizing her as he rammed balls deep into her.

"If...if you are going to be a little slut . . . you have to learn." He growled and began to fuck her hard and fast. She felt her knees wobbling, she was worried she'd fall, but knew Daddy would never let her fall. He rammed into her again and again, wet, sloppy sounds of fucking filling the air.

She felt tears streaming down her face and her body was going limp. Daddy lowered her to the floor and then was over her fucking her again. He was relentless, hammering in and out of her. Then he threw his head back and growled again, a hearty, full, triumphant growl. 

Thrusting into her cunt hard and grinding against her, he began to pumping her full of his cum. Blast after blast filled her until it was squishing out and running down her clean, smooth ass crack.

"You will learn one thing. . . ." His voice was low. . .dangerous. . ."You will learn to do it where Daddy can watch." 

She screamed as he bit into her shoulder and growled again. Thrusting in one last time, he had filled her and was empty. . .he collapsed to the stone floor and lay on his back, happy for the comforting cool of the stone.

She looked up with half closed eyes, the kind that can only come from a special lesson like Daddy teaches. Smiling she crawled over to him and snuggled against him. "I sorry."

"It's OK Baby Girl. . .life is a lesson. . .sometimes you have to be taught." He stroked her hair.

"Mmmmmm I like learning."

He grinned and kissed her forehead. "Now."

She looked up.

"Think you can make it through this bath without being naughty?" He asked.

"Bath? I just. . ."

She stopped as she felt his cum oozing out of her. "I'm goin to take a bath."

"Good girl."

She grinned and he kissed her nose and she scampered off to the bath again.



Slippery When Wet



She got home a few minutes later than usual, carrying an armload of groceries. She headed for the kitchen, swearing under her breath as she tripped over his boots, left laying by the door. She put away the cold stuff, then headed toward the bedroom, wondering why he was home so early. As she walked into the bedroom, she heard the shower, and poked her head into the steamy bathroom.

"Hey, you're home early. Couldn't stay away, huh?" she laughed.

He pushed open the shower curtain, giving her a clear view of his long, strong body, and the water sliding down the hard planes of his stomach and thighs. She looked at him, at the muscles that came from hard work and not from hanging out in a gym, the strong arms, the broad shoulders...God, he was beautiful. Suddenly she realized he was talking to her, not just standing there for her to admire. She tuned in briefly, he was talking about his Army unit, and some trouble one of his friends had gotten into. She let her thoughts drift back his body, and felt the liquid heat pool in her stomach. They had been together for awhile, but he still had the same effect on her that he'd had from the first time they kissed. She had never felt lust so strongly before. He knew just how to touch her, how to make her go up in flames under his mouth and fingers, and she felt it every time he was near her.

He stopped talking, realizing she wasn't hearing a word he was saying, and was looking at him like a tiger looks at a steak. A slow smile spread across his face as he watched her watching him. She was sexy without even trying, every move sensuous, an invitation to touch her, to take her. Her eyes traveled up to his face, met his eyes, and he gave her a wink. She smiled back, and slowly began to peel off her clothes.

"Hey, who said you were invited in?" he laughed. "You'll just hog all the hot water."

"Mmm. Probably," she replied, looking up at him from under her lashes. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

He pretended to consider her offer, then gave a heavy sigh. "Ok, fine. But it better be good."

She stepped into the shower, and slid her hands up his slick chest and into his hair. She licked her lips, then pulled his head down so she could reach his mouth. She ran her tongue around the edge of his lips, then leaned into him, pressing her lips lightly against his. His hands cupped her bottom, pulling her tightly against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, and he felt her sigh against his lips. He loved all the little noises she made during sex, the sighs, the soft moans, he could swear he'd even heard her practically purring once or twice. His mouth left her lips, and he nibbled lightly along the side of her neck. Another sigh that turned a little deeper as he nipped at her neck a little harder. He picked up the soap, and worked a lather up in his hands. He ran his hands down her arms, and pulled back slightly from her. He lifted his hands to her full breasts, letting the soap make her skin slippery as he slid his fingers along the curve of her breast to her erect nipples. He circled them lazily, watching her eyes close as she lost herself in the sensations. He gently rolled her nipples between his fingers, then a little harder. Her breathing was coming a little faster, she liked it when he was a little rough with her. He leaned back, moving so the water would hit her breasts and rinse the soap away. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She cried out softly, then whispered his name. 

"Please, now."

He slid his hands down across her stomach, and between her legs, She was slick and warm and ready for him. He again cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her and pinning her back against the cool shower tile wall. Her eyes flew open at the suddenness of the motion, then getting her bearings, she pulled him in again for another kiss. His cock slid into her as his tongue thrust into her mouth, and she responded with a long low moan from deep in her throat. She wiggled against him, trying to get every bit of him inside her, then tilted her hips slightly. He withdrew, then slid back into her again, feeling her muscles gripping his cock in a hot velvet hold. Her head fell back as he continued to slide in and out of her, and his teeth nipped her neck again. 

She felt him increase his pace slightly, and used the leverage of the wall behind her back to push her hips out to meet his thrusts. His cock filled her up, it was thick and long, and right now it was pushing her to the edge. His fingers tightened their hold on her, digging into her tender flesh, but it only turned her on more. She loved being possessed by him, feeling his power and strength. He was pushing into her more forcefully now, each stroke filling her completely. She felt the tightness that began in her belly, and spread thru her whole body, leaving her tightly wound. He felt it too, felt her body tighten as her breath came in fast little gasps. He slid a finger into her ass as her continued to rock into her body steadily. 

The finger sliding into her sent her over the edge, her body moving desperately against his as she came. Her hips pumped, then with a soft scream, she felt the tightness explode, and her body stilled as he continued to push into her. Her muscles relaxed, and she clung to him as he slowed down, moving into her with long, slow strokes. She slowly disengaged from him, letting herself slide down from the wall. She reached between their bodies, and took his still hard cock in her hands. She adjusted the water and rinsed his cock off, then sank to her knees and slowly drew him into her mouth. He sucked in his breath sharply. He hadn't been expecting this. She had never done this before they had met, and she didn't do it very often, mostly because she didn't think she was good at it. He looked down at her, and almost laughed at the fierce determination her could see on her face. He watched his cock slide in and out from between her full lips, and felt her start to suck a little harder. Her hand came up and cupped his balls as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. She drew him into her mouth again, sucking him in, her mouth and tongue caressing him as she slid her lips up and down his cock. She started out slowly, sucking lightly as he slid easily in and out of her mouth. Then she increased the suction, and began to move faster, pulling on his cock with her lips. He felt his balls start to tighten, and pulled his cock from her mouth. He rested one hand on her cheek as he pumped his cock with the other. She gazed up at him, and he held their eye contact, making the moment more intimate as he felt his come rushing thru his cock. He aimed his cock at her neck and chest, and saw his come land on her breasts and her throat. Her eyes never left his as he pumped the last bit of stickiness out onto her, and he groaned as she ran her finger across her chest, then licked it. He pulled her to her feet and rinsed her off. She moved against him, and sucked his earlobe into her warm mouth, then he felt her breath against his ear.

"Worth having to share the hot water?" 



Slippery When Wet



We'd been together as lovers for a while. Everything we'd wanted to do, we'd done.

But this was just slightly hotter, on this day.

She had worked late and came to my place first thing in the morning. I awoke to her looking at me in my bed.

"Hey there," she said, giving me a kiss.

"Good morning," I responded. "What time is it?"

"7:45," she said, her smile like the crest of the sunrise.

But ... like so many of our romantic moments ... it was a moment crushed by reality.

"Crap. I have that 9 a.m. appointment," I said. "I need a shower."

"Me first," she said, referring to my shower. It was much larger than her's at her apartment. And she shared that apartment with two fellow college juniors.

"I have class at 10. I need to get ready for and I want to feel refreshed."

We'd been together for about a year, so being naked at the same time wasn't a new thing. She jumped off my bed and headed into my master bath, cranking up the shower and turning on the in-shower radio to some of her music.

I craned my body upwards. It was a warm fall morning. I walked downstairs and looked outside to the neighborhood. I heard the water hitting her thin body, and decided I'd join her. 

The first time you have sex in the shower, it's supposed to be a fantasy. But, as most people who have taken showers with one or two other people know, if you're not sharing enough of the water, it gets a bit chilly. 

So I decided I'd wait until she'd at least washed her hair and shaved before I bothered her with my swinging dick. 

"Hey Katie," I said, walking in. "Room for two?"

"I'm done," she said, stepping out naked. I was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and my boxers. Water was dripping from her body as she started toweling off. She looked at me as I pulled off my shirt. I stepped to her and kissed her.

It was supposed to be innocent. A good-morning-hello-I-must-get-ready-now. But it sparked something else. I looked at her, wrapping my hand around her waist. She pushes me back against the vanity and puts her thumbs in the waistband of my boxers ... kissing my chest and belly as she pulls down my underwear to the floor. For a moment, she runs her tongue up and down my quickly hardening cock and then kisses back up to my neck...

And then I kissed down, over her 34B breasts and still wet nipples to her freshly shaved pussy, licking into her for just a few moments and running my tongue over her clit.

She is already so wet, and my cock is raging. She pushes against my shoulders, and I lay backwards. The heat from the running shower is condesating drips along my body and the window and mirrors as she falls on top of me. She pulls on my cock with her hand, and glides it up into her pussy.

As soon as I'm in, she's on fire. Maybe it was the stress of school, or the stress of my job, or the loneliness of not seeing me for 18 hours, but she is riding me hard and fast.

She leans down, kissing me. Her long brown hair wet, dangling around our faces. She's in total control, and I can anticipate her orgasm. This is her way to do it. This is how she loves it. Face-to-face as she grinds on top of my cock. There is a sound she makes when she's at the tilt of cumming. 

It's a certain cry that I recognize, and I know she's cumming. And I know that cry is cumming. It is certain, like that final friction that starts a fire. And this morning, it doesn't take long. 

She pants and cries out as she cums, her breasts resting on my chest as we kiss.

Katie knows what I want. She falls over and keeps my cock inside her until I'm on top of her. I start pounding into her petite body.

She growls into my ear.

"Fuck me, babe. Just like that ... fuck me... my pussy ... fuck my pussy...."

My cock is enraged as I look between us ... seeing my chest and her breasts meshed. Her legs spread wide as I crest into the point of no return for my orgasm. She hears my breathing become rapid.

"Oh, God," I say. "I'm so close..."

"Cum on me," Katie requests. "Cum on my belly..."

I continue fucking her and then answer her request.

"MMMMMM... fuck yeah," I say ... pulling out my hardened cock as the first jet of cum darts from the tip. It spays onto her belly and she catches it with some of her fingertips. 

She smiles as I keep cumming.

"Yeah, babe... all over me..." she says as I sprinkle white droplets onto her tummy and the rise of her breast. She squeezes my hardon and plays with my balls as my orgasm subsides. I shutter in pleasure and the beginning of afterglow.

She pulls herself up to her elbows and kisses me. 

"I need another quick shower," Katie says. "But I think you to join me..." 



Slippery When Wet



I have a Jacuzzi at home and I'm on the phone sexing it up with you while the jets play on my cunt and ass. I tell you how much I wish it was big enough for us both and this lends itself to a new round of sexy talk in which we share our fantasies about the large model Jacuzzi at the health club we both use. We both admit to having had fantasies about that tub as well as our mutual frustration about being able to share it without getting found out. 

"I have an idea," you tell me.

"Tell me."

"No," you tease, "I'd rather follow through on my idea and then excite you with it. In the meantime you can let your fantasies run wild."

I'm dying to find out what you have planned, but I agree to play by the frustrating rules of the game. You were right. My mind is already exploring all kinds of delicious fantasies.

The next night, you tell me that George, who manages the facility is a friend of yours and that he owes you a favor. He'll leave you the key to the place so that we can use it in privacy after the club closes. 

So here we are in the parking lot of the center and we're watching the last few members walking out the door. It is past midnight, and the windows of my Miata are steaming up as we fondle away the time. Your hand is inching up from my knee, past the hem of my skirt, and as I spread my knees as much as I can in this constricted space, your fingers curl up past the edge of my skin-tight silk panties. You graze over my sparse cunt hair, tickling me. When your fingertips slide down into the wet slice of my cunt, I am frustrated by not having room to spread my legs wide open to your touch.

But it doesn't matter, since now you're pulling your hand away and direct my attention to the big glass front doors of the fitness center. George is flipping off the light switches, gradually darkening the building. He exits through the doors, setting the locks, and strides down the sidewalk to his car, waving once in our direction and winking knowingly. After a few moments of last second indecision, we pry our cramped bodies. You quickly unlock the doors and then re-lock them after we are inside. 

Not a word passes between us. Something about the stealth of this whole activity makes for a spooky and hushed mood. Once we round the corner of the hallway and are out of sight of the driveway, we each light one of the candles that we've brought along for atmosphere, and we head down the stairs to the Jacuzzi room. I grip your hand tightly to help ward away the gnawing fear in my stomach that comes from doing something taboo. 

And it's making me edgy but it's making me horny, too. Our mutual teasing in the car lit my fuse. To be honest, I have been somewhat aroused all day since you called me this morning to tell me that we could use the Jacuzzi by ourselves tonight. I had to use great self-discipline to keep from reaching down under my desk at work to give myself a quick little orgasm, but I could feel the moisture in my crotch all afternoon and evening, and after many hours of being a little high on the anticipation, I know this from the fact that I've touched my pussy from time to time all day. Since your call my clitoris has puffed up and pushed out from the lips of my cunt, so that I can feel it rubbing against the silk of my panties as I walk. My concrete-hard nipples have jutted out through the filmy material of my bra; I know they're visible to anyone who looks ... and many guys (and some women) have looked. So, yeah, I have been stimulated all day, and now I'm experiencing skittish edge that comes from a dash of fear and a heaping serving of arousal. I don't use the word "horny" to describe myself very often; I suppose that it sounds somewhat crude to me. But that is exactly what I'm feeling -- scared and horny. I know that I the combination of the two will whip me into a frenzy of lustiness. I can hardly catch my breath.

As we get to the door to the Jacuzzi room, my palms are sweaty with that mixture of lusty feelings; I can't take it anymore. I pull you around and press the entire length of my body up against yours, pushing you against the door. I spread our hands out straight to either side of the door, and we grip the candles together. I kiss you hard, mashing my lips against yours almost violently, stabbing my tongue deep into your mouth where it encounters your own. I savor the taste of your flesh. For the moment, I am the aggressor; I rub my breasts into your chest, frantically unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it to the side. Continuing lower, I let my nipples, which are encased in my filmy bra and blouse drag over the coarser material of your shirt and jeans. It makes my nipples ache. Lowering myself to my knees so that my head is even with your crotch, I kiss at the elongated hump hiding behind your pants. The cock hump extends at an angle from the base of your fly down along your right thigh and I realize that you must not be wearing underwear. I press my lips to the end of your cock and force moist, hot breath through the denim and onto your sensitive cock. I can feel your cock jerk, becoming harder, and it strains to pull upwards, but it is held in place by your tight jeans and by my mouth. The denim is now soaking wet in the area that I am kissing, and it is not only my hot breath that is making the moisture. You are dripping precum. I lick your jeans and can taste the salty liquid. Mmmm, that is so good, so sexy.

I can't wait any longer. I've frustrated myself enough. Leaving both candles in your hands, I reach up to unbutton your jeans, and then yank down the zipper. I am in a hurry now, and I pull down your pants to your ankles all at once. Your cock is released from its constraints and forcefully flips upwards against my chin, and then bounces up to the side of my face. Pulling back, I kiss the tip of your cock once, drawing in a string of clear fluid, and then I fasten my lips around the taut head and suck in hard, literally pulling my lips down the long shaft. Bit by bit, I slide my mouth down your thick column of flesh. My tongue and lips explore the bumps and ridges of veins and my gaze rises smokily up over your hard stomach, your hairy chest, your tiny erect nipples, and then all the way up to your face. You have removed your shirt. My eyes lock onto yours as my suction pulls my lips suction their way all the way down to the base of your cock. My nose is nestled into your groin, and as I release my suction to get a breath of air, I breathe in the exciting, musky scent. As strong as the odor of chlorine usually is in the enclosed room, I am only cognizant of the smell of you ... of us. 

The head of your cock rests all the way at the back of my throat. I bring up one hand to cup and fondle your balls and my fingertips prod rhythmically at the root of your cock, in the area between your balls and your asshole. Your entire cock throbs and dances in the hot cavern of my mouth, and the tip of my tongue curls up to massage the tube-like ridge running along the bottom of your cock. I can tell from the dreamy look in your eyes that you really like what I'm doing. Perhaps too much, I realize, since we haven't even fully opened the door to the Jacuzzi yet.

But what the hell! I know that you are good for more than one load of semen tonight. You must have been aroused all day like I was, so, instead of pulling my mouth off of your cock so that we can go enjoy the Jacuzzi, I clamp down harder and jam you cock down deeper into my throat. I then start to snap my neck forwards and back, so that I am truly fucking your cock with my mouth (or are you fucking my face?) Each time I pull back to your head, I let my tongue slurp in a circle around the crown, and poke lightly into your pisshole. Then wetly back down to the base again, with an increasingly rapid tempo. I slip one of my feet around so that I can rest my weight on it, and it immediately presses up through the material of my skirt and I can feel the pressure of my Achilles tendon on my cunt as my pistoning on your cock causes my crotch to rock back and forth. It's not enough to let me reach a climax, but it brings me to an even higher level of arousal. I thought I was horny before! Now I have your hard long cock fucking deep into my sucking mouth, and I am juggling your balls in my palm as I toy with that sensitive spot near your asshole. My heel is driving into my cunt, squashing my labia and my bulging clitoris into the soaking wet silk. I am hot as can be, sweating with exertion and lust. Oh, it feels so good, and I can see that it feels great for you too. Looking into your face, I can see that your eyes are now unable to focus, and then they clamp shut and your face becomes twisted. You are panting quickly, and sharp, high-pitched moans escape from between your lips.

For my part, I speed up my pistoning even more, so that my hair is flipping around my cheeks and onto your thighs. Just as I anticipate your orgasm is truly arriving, I draw back my head a few inches from your cock, and bring both of my hands up to jack your shaft. The copious saliva that I have left behind mixes with more of your precum, making for a wonderful, gooey lubrication, and I squeeze hard with both hands. Your cock is so hard and long that even using both hands, I am only able to cover half of the wet skin.

Propelled my the vigorous milking of my hands, the first jet of your cream shoots out from the tip of your cock, and traverses the gap, splattering over my outstretched tongue. When I close my mouth to savor and swallow your come, the next two jets land hotly on my nose and chin. I crane forward and rub my face into your still throbbing and drooling cock. The slimy mix of greasy come and saliva is swabbed all over my face, and I kiss and lick at your cock to clean off the salty and tangy mix. Gradually your cock loses its hardness, and your knees buckle. You slide down the wall and end up sitting on the floor. I stand up and tell you to pull out of your reverie or I'll go home and enjoy my own Jacuzzi by myself. But we both know that this is an idle threat. 

With that, I gently push your soft body out of the way and open the door to the tub room. It is almost pitch black in there, with only the light of the candles shining indirectly through the small window in the door. Plucking up my courage, I enter the room and let the automatic door close behind me. It only takes me thirty seconds to pull off all of my clothes, finally peeling the wet crotch of my panties out from between the swollen lips of my labia. I try to get into the Jacuzzi quickly, but when I am standing in the middle of the tub, the water is so hot that I have to stop for a few seconds to rebuild my determination. Then I let my leg muscles go soft, and my body drops quickly the rest of the way into the steaming water. I push myself over to the side and manipulate the controls, starting up the bubbles and jets. A couple of red lights come on under the surface, creating even more of an erotic mood. I'd never paid much attention to those lights before, since the bright overhead fluorescents have always been on when we'd been in this tub before.

I position myself on one of the underwater benches so that a jet is aimed up into my cunt. I have to force myself not to inch closer and closer to this surge of pleasure-giving water. But I still trust that you will be joining me in the tub, so I hold back. Still, I spread my legs wide, hooking one foot up and over the edge of the tub. The pulsing jet washes over my cunt, and my trimmed cunt hair and my labia waft around in the current. God, I've been mentally and indirectly stimulated for more than twelve hours, and now I am finally having some direct stimulation, no matter that I am keeping it mild. But it feels so good. I wonder how long I could stand being at this level of excitement. What if I was constrained from moving, so that this limited plateau of pleasure just went on indefinitely?

While I am thinking about that, the door opens, and in you come. You are much as I left you, standing there with your pants down around your ankles and your shirt pulled open to reveal your chest. Your cock is still limp, glistening wetly in the red light. As I watch, I see a final dollop of your come ooze out of the tip and ever-so-slowly stretch out and falls to the floor, leaving a pearly white string that connects back up to your cock. Within seconds, the string breaks.

I need your cock, but it is too soft right now to be useful to me. I need to encourage you, to bring it back to life. I ask you to take off the rest of your clothes, and then to stand on the floor next to where my foot is hooked over the edge of the tub. When you are there, I let my hips arch upward and away from the warm and welcome jet of water. My mons rises like Venus rising from the ocean, so that it is just barely out of the water. Reaching under my rear, I re-aim the jet to point upwards more. Now it is directed at my asshole. My cheeks involuntarily clench tightly closed, but I gradually let the tension ebb out of the muscles, and the jet of water is able to play right onto and even into my ass. Doing this is wonderfully kinky and I file that randy thought away for future use.

I let my fingers inch their way up into my cunt, where I languorously play around in the wet folds. I am enjoying all of this for myself, but I know you're watching me and doing so is bringing your cock back to life. Looking straight up, your body rises up above me like a magnificent statue on a pedestal. I broadly massage my clutching cunt and let the jet probe into my ass, I know that I am putting on quite a show for you and there's even a part of me that wishes I could watch it. My breasts bob buoyantly in the water; they float around lazily on my chest. My nipples remain rock hard, two coral reefs poking out of the ocean.

After a few minutes, can see I have begun to have the desired effect on you (and myself as well). At first, it is just a barely discernible twitch of the head of your cock, but eventually, I can see the stalk filling with blood. You grasp the pliant yet firming stalk and begin to slowly milk it, making it harder and harder. Everything looks red in this crimson shimmering light, but the head of your cock is certainly darker and almost purple colored.

When your erection reaches near hardness, you kneel down and swing your legs into the tub to join me. The depth of the water has your balls in the water, and your cock just north of that. Standing between my widespread thighs, you playfully twitch the muscles of your stomach, which makes your cock spring up and then flop down, slapping the water. You edge your feet forwards, and your cock splashes closer and closer to the junction of my legs. I use my fingers to spread my labia, so that when you are finally close enough, your cock slaps down gently into the wet, pink valley of my cunt. Another couple of inches forward and the head of your cock touches down on my clitoris. It's the most subtle of caresses, but it strikes me like an electric shock. My hips jerk up sharply, and then settle again. "Oh!" I moan.

You grasp the bottom half of your now fully hard cock in one of your hands. This allows you to fully control the motion of your cock, and you begin to swipe it back and forth over my entire cunt. You mimic the slapping motion that you had before, only more forcefully, so that you bring the head of your cock down hard onto my clitoris. When you get the positioning just right, the tip of your cock actually flips over the tip of my clit, strumming it like a bass guitar string. Although your thigh now blocks most of the full force of the jet on my ass, my anus is still wide open, and I can feel the bubbles and currents tickling that forbidden spot. I am now at an even higher plateau of pleasure. I wouldn't have thought it possible to be this euphoric and passionate, but you and I are able to maintain it like this for minute..., after minute..., after minute.

Finally, my moment arrives, and I am transported into an unbelievable twitching, spasming, screaming orgasm that feels like I have become the swirling waters of the Jacuzzi. I am a mass of hot, twisting, effervescent fluid of tiny bubbles, connected to everything in the world, primal, surging, and cresting on huge tidal waves. It is wonderful and erotic and ultimately indescribable. I have no idea how long my climax maintains itself, but you keep up the strumming of the tip of my clitoris until I finally let loose of my labia and push your cock away. There's only so much that I can stand, and I have reached my limit.

After my frenetic orgasm, I need a few minutes of quiet to clear my head. I reach over to the controls and turn off the jets and the bubbles; there is only wet warmth and silence. My head buzzes in the aftermath of my climax, and I let the arch of my hips come down, and then unhook my foot from the side. My body floats easily on the surface with you still standing between my spread thighs. Your cock juts straight outwards from your crotch, and the head probes undemandingly into my cunt hair. You know from experience to give me the time I need to recover.

With our first rounds of sex over, my thoughts return to the spookiness of being alone with you in a place we're not supposed to be in. From somewhere in the periphery of my senses, the fear returns, sparked by the faint thumping of feet on the stairs. Suddenly, I'm startled by the white light of a flashlight glimmering in the glass of the door and it's getting closer. Police? You reach across me to hit the switch of the underwater lights, hoping that the unwanted intruders will walk past and down to the locker rooms. My breath is caught in my throat, and I rise to my feet and hug you tightly, somehow seeking your protection.

The footsteps (it seems like more that one person, and now we hear their hushed voices) stop in front of this room, and the doorknob turns. The door opens. I hold my towel in front of me and you do likewise. The beam of light plays around the room and then aims right at us. We are blinded by the glare, and have no idea who is there in the room with us. The beam lowers slightly, so that it is shining directly at the water level. Then, to our surprise, we hear a giggle and then another. We can see the profile of three men standing just inside the door. I'm still scared, but there is something about the giggling that seems far from ominous.

You summon up the courage to say something. You ask them to shine the light away from our eyes, and to turn on the overhead lights. When they do, we see that the intruders are actually three young men, maybe college age or younger. They are dressed in swimming trunks. This situation is hardly anything to be scared of unless, of course, they blab all over town about finding us there. I think, since you are much larger and stronger than any two or three of them combined. One of them nervously blurts out that they thought they, like us would have the place to themselves, and that they are sorry to have interrupted. Another one says something that we are obviously enjoying the Jacuzzi more than they could have. That is when I suddenly get over my shock at their intrusion and realize that you and I are standing there stark naked, and that they can see from your huge erection that we are doing more than just relaxing in the warm water. Fear seems to stimulate you sexually much as it does me. In fact, I can't help but notice that my tingle of arousal is still with me, unquenched by my orgasm. In fact, I can't avoid the fact that I'm still horny as hell! Glancing down, I can see that my nipples are still hart and pointy.

After a few moments of awkwardness, one of the boys says that he should explain what they are doing there. I can tell that they are kind of scared too. Of course! They aren't supposed to be in the building. It turns out that they hidden in the weight room until after closing time. They had spent the last hour cavorting in the pool in the dark. It was sort of a lark, done on a dare; it turned out that swimming in the dark had been a lot of fun. But they had finally gotten cold; so they were coming down to take hot Jacuzzi to warm up before sneaking out and going back to the dorm. 




Slippery When Wet



They are freshmen at the nearby college and beg us not to turn then in to the college's disciplinary authorities. They assume that we are owners or managers of the athletic center, otherwise, what would we be doing here so late at night? Funny how suddenly the tables seem to have turned. We thought we were in danger, but it turns out that these three young men are the ones feeling danger now.

During their long explanation, you and I continue standing and facing them, arms around each other's back. I'm not sure why we don't at least slip down into the water; it gives us more of a feeling of power to be standing. No, that's not really it, is it? I can tell by looking down at your cock that you're getting off on making these boys squirm, that you are showing off your magnificent body and your gorgeous girlfriend. Their eyes are glued to my body, sweeping eagerly up and down my exposed body. My cunt is just below the surface, but its wispy cunt hair is visible on the surface; their eyes keep getting drawn to this spot.

When they have finished explaining, they start to excuse themselves so that they can leave us in peace. They seem to be waiting for us to tell them that they can leave and that we won't get them in trouble. Instead, you absolutely astonish them by telling them that they had better do something to get warmed up (they are shivering like crazy). You suggest that they ought to get into the Jacuzzi like they had originally planned. All three of them let their jaws drop open in shock, yet still they didn't make a move, either out of the room or into the tub. So I take the initiative by standing up straight and walking through the water over the edge of the tub closest to them. Looking up into their faces, totally nude, I ask them to please join us. 

Something about being asked nicely by the object of their yearnings seems enough to assuage their fears and anxieties. Finally they break their frozen poses and robotically begin to walk up to the tub. When the first boy squats down to get into the water, I reach out with my hand and grabbed his foot to stop him. He looks at me with confusion painted across his face. I tell him and his friends, in my most seductive voice, that they are overdressed for the occasion. 

"We're all friends here, aren't we," I ask, my voice catching in my throat with my own excitement. "At least we were hoping that we'd become very close friends." And with that, I take the boy's foot and use his toes to tickle my long, rock-hard nipples.

He's gotten the not-so-subtle message and he nervously looks over his slender shoulder to his two other buddies. There is a pregnant pause and it takes several heartbeats for them to decide as a group whether to stay or bail. While they decide, you come up behind me and hug me from behind, bending your knees slightly so that your cock slides between my ass cheeks and forward through my crotch. The head of your cock pokes so far forwards now that our guests and I can look down and see the tip stirring around in my labia.

Finally, they say as one, "what the hell?" and stand in front of us and peel down their swim trunks. They had all been wearing big, baggy trunks that hid all too well what was beneath them. My eyes feasted on the revealed trio of manhood ... not jailbait at all. Their bodies were lean and one is almost hairless, so that I can clearly see his balls unobscured by pubic hair. Best of all, their cocks are so young and strong, very much in the spring of their virility. My mouth literally waters and I feel like the predator I am: a cougar on the hunt. Their erections seem like they are made out of polished hardwood. They angle upward and there is just no sag, but they each twitch with the quickening heartbeat of its owner. 

There is no question in their minds now that our invitation to get in the tub is more than just a social invitation. I want them all and you want to watch me have them all. But as they were get into the tub, I am glad that to hear you telling them that this is about to be the main event of their young lives, but that we have one rule: you would be the only one that would actually get to fuck me. 

"You guys can have as much pleasure as you can stand. She can touch you, jerk you off, suck you cocks, fondle your balls and you can cum wherever you want on her but her mouth is the only place you can fuck her, the only way you can cum inside her. Fucking her is for me and me alone. Are we understood?"

With a nod of their heads, they all agree to the ground rules, some degree of disappointment registering on their young faces.

Hearing you use the word fuck pushes my horny button into overdrive. I want to be fucked, not made love to. I want to suck cock. I want to play with their balls. I want to have hot cum all over my body. I want to be a slut tonight; I want to be the Queen of all Sluts and I want to be used not worshipped tenderly. This will, I hope, be absolutely the ultimate in how to quench my hunger for horny sex.

You take charge of arranging us. It is not easy to position four men and a woman so that satisfaction can be guaranteed. First, you have me return to my floating-on-my-back position, and you return to standing between my legs, holding my hips to keep me afloat and keeping me from drifting away. My head is over one of the underwater benches at the edge. One of the young studs kneels on the bench on each side of me. Their cocks are above water and pointing right at my head. The third guy, the hairless one, perches his ass right on the cushioned rim of the tub, and he bends his cock downwards with his hands so that it is directly over me.

Cocks everywhere. I am surrounded. Within inches of my face are the three monumentally hard cocks awaiting my attention. I feel your cock insistently prodding at my cunt. I willingly spread my legs again to let you in. And in you slide, all at once, plunging all the way in one quick stab. Usually, I need a slower approach to accustom myself to your thickness. But tonight I'm ready, as ready as I've ever been. I've been waiting for this since this morning's phone call, and as the hours have passed, I've only become more ready. Just as my mouth sucked your cock hard into my mouth a while ago in the hallway, I feel sure that my pussy is drawing you in with a vacuuming force. You have no choice but to fill me with that big cock.

And speaking of big cocks, I've got plenty to choose from. The boys are getting impatient. All three are lightly, self-consciously stroking their erections. The two on my right and left are insistently nudging my cheeks. I turn to one of them and nibble on the tip. I tongue his piss hole. I bare my teeth and let them lightly rub over the taut skin, catching on the rim of the head. I let my lips wrap around the head, while my tongue is flicking around and around the entire crown. He is still pumping away on the base of his cock, and I encourage him to give me more of his solid meat. It is so hot and firm in my mouth. I can almost imagine that it will explode like a balloon if the skin becomes any more taut. I urge him down further and my lips bump against his fingers, forcing them to make room for my hungry, slurping mouth. He is left with only a finger and his thumb gripping at the root of his cock, but even then, he continues to squeeze and milk his shaft, making the head bump repeatedly against the roof of my mouth. I slurp and gobble, tasting his precum as it slides around in my mouth. It tastes subtly different than yours, I realize -- less salty, more sweet. 

While I gobble on this one hunk of hard flesh, I am able to reach up with one hand to tickle my fingers over the surface one of the other young dicks. With my other hand, I reach under the cock of the third and gently toy with his balls. Both of these guys are also pumping away at their cocks with increasing speed, So I switch from sucking the one cock in favor of the stud on my left. I give him some of the same treatment; his precum is already flowing when I start. It is also more sweet than yours, maybe more watery too. And so much of it.

I haven't at all forgotten about you. Oh no. You have kept your cock completely buried in my cunt while this is going on, but you haven't moved it in and out. Nevertheless, I can feel it throbbing and twitching inside me. With a start, I feel you pull it most of the way out and begin thrusting in and out just an inch or so. In this position, you have just the right angle to stimulate my G spot. You certainly know what you are doing and always have. You are giving that most sensitive bump a deep massage, and it is doing quite the number on me. Your hands on my hips begin to give my ass cheeks an equally deep massage. You know me so well. All my body's secrets are revealed. You touch me so deeply, so thoroughly, so passionately. I'm totally open to you.

I am now going back and forth between the two guys on each side of my head, giving them hot, wet sucks. The guy over my head has crunched forward and down; his balls are easier for me to reach. He seems to be frustrated that his friends are getting blow jobs and he isn't, so I stop for a minute to tell him not to worry, that his time will come. That satisfies him as I continue to lightly juggle his huge balls. They are hanging down so low and are right in front of my eyes. Unlike your balls, they are hairless and almost smooth.

Now the boys on each side are obviously getting close. I am trying to adjust the amount of stimulation that I give each of them so that they will climax simultaneously. Again I stop for a moment to explain that I want you and the two guys at my sides to all come at once. Back to sucking and squeezing and driving these guys crazy. And back to getting fucked. You are finally giving me the "hard and deep" fucking that I really need more than anything. I hook my legs around your hips to keep from being pushed right into the wall of the Jacuzzi. I dig my heels into your back and pull you all the way in, then release you so that you can rear back for the next thrust. One of your hands has worked down and around my ass cheek, so that you can tickle at the rim of my asshole. That feels so right, getting banged so hard by your cock while being teased so lightly by your finger.

Faster and faster you go, and harder and harder I suck. These two guys are ready to go, so I let go of the one over my head and use one hand on each of the cocks beside my head pumping them both as hard and fast as I can. Thank God for being ambidextrous. 

I shout at you to pull my body up out of the water, and my breasts and stomach rise up clear, then I can feel a different, familiar kind of throbbing in the cocks in my hands. They are going to come. Oh yes! It is about to happen. They both start grunting, and so do you. It sounds like a cage full of apes. I start shouting at them, imploring them to do it, "Go ahead. Squirt that sweet come all over me. Cover me with hot cream. Drown me in your cum. Do it! Drown me in it!"

You get the message and pull your cock out of my grasping cunt, just as it spews forth its jet of semen. It arches up over my cunt and navel, splattering across my heaving belly. Moments later, the two boys get inspired by your example, and my milking, and they too let go with shots of their come, which I accurately aim at my breasts. Within seconds, my entire torso is covered with milky-white goop that both burns and soothes my skin. Big dollops hang in stringy masses on my breasts and dangle around my long, hard nipples. It is amazing how much cream these young studs had to give me. I want all that they have, and I milk out as much as I can. My navel fills up with a puddle of the wonderful stuff. You slide your softening cock back into my cunt and rub it tenderly over my widespread cunt lips. Your come drools out over my pink and swollen flesh, and slimes around on my clitoris. I pull the still long, but softening, cocks of the boys down to my breasts and poke at the greasy nipples with the ridges of the cock heads. I am one huge sensitive nerve that hooks together all of my erogenous zones into a network of pure sexual hunger. This is not enough, but is a big step in the right direction.

Of course, it is not enough for the third young man either. He has been patient and understanding, even getting his balls out of my face long enough for me to watch all of that semen squirting over my body. That's a view that I didn't want to miss, and that I'll remember forever. But now it is his turn, and I ask him to slip down so that he can stand on the bench, straddling my head. My thighs are still hooked over your hips, supporting my lower body, and I instruct the boys at my sides to each use one hand to support my upper body above the waterline. I use my hands to reach up and grasp the last stud's cock. One squeeze of my hands brings forth a couple of teaspoons of clear precome, and it is enough to lubricate the entire length of his cock. And we save the best (or at least biggest) for last. Maybe it is because we made him wait and watch for so long. In any case, his cock must be 11 or 12 inches long, and it seems to want to point all the way up at (or past!) his navel. I have to keep a tight grip to keep it within reach. As I pull down, he bends his knees more. Not only does that make it easier for me to reach and stroke his cock. It also brings his balls right down to my lips.

While I start to jack off this boy and nibble and lick at his balls, you and the two other guys start to massage the front of my body, using all of that slimy, greasy semen as a body lotion. Each of the guys pays attention to one of my breasts, while you get your limp cock out of the way so that you can masturbate my clitoris the way you know I like it; side to side, not right on the very tip, but just above that. This is good. Yes. I have to be careful that my rising excitement doesn't make me lose control too much. I wouldn't want to suck too hard on the lovely smooth balls that are now all the way inside my mouth. You've taught me how just the right amount of sucking and licking can do the trick.

Now you have instructed one of the guys who are stimulating my incredibly sensitive nipples to pinch harder and to massage deeper. And you tell the other to take over for you by rubbing my clitoris. You give him perfect instructions about how I like it. It turns me on to hear you describing to this neophyte just the way a real woman likes it. You tell him to be sure to pay attention to my labia too. And with that, I can feel both you and him pinch and pull at those long and swollen lips. I know without seeing that the two of you have stretched them wide apart, and that every detail of my cunt is open to all your eyes. Then you kneel down in to the hot water and insert one finger into my vagina, again finding my G spot. Pinching and kneading of my nipples..., strumming my clitoris..., pinching my cunt lips..., massaging my G spot. Both my hands jacking up and down on 12 inches of slippery young cock. My nose is pushing deep and deeper into the clean, pink, wrinkled rosette of his asshole. My mouth full of hot balls -- balls that are full of more of that semen that is soon to be spraying over my body.

Soon...

Soon...

Soon... and ... now! His balls that were hanging down so loose now pull up towards the root of his cock. His ass cheeks tighten up squeezing my nose between them. His cock starts writhing in my hands, but I don't stop pumping. Rather than suck on his balls, I now blow hot air onto them and onto his cock from below. And that does it. He is clenching his ass cheeks fast and repeatedly, and I can feel bolts of come rising up through his cock and out to the tip. A couple of blobs land and my breasts and get immediately massaged into my tits. While one hand milks his cock some more, I take the other hand and wrap it around his cock head so that the come gets caught in my fingers. Once I capture a couple of spurts, I bring it down to my mouth and lick the shiny heavy cream onto my tongue. I feed on it like it is my desert. This young stud is still spurting more come onto my chest and tummy, and the trio of hands working my nipples and cunt are pushing me over the top. Another huge orgasm picks me up and sweeps me into the clouds of rapture. I am shaking with bliss and ecstasy. For a few moments, I am totally in another place, where there is no time, no names, no reality.

You and these guys have given me a night to remember. I doubt they'll soon forget it either. I'm not ignoring you, dear. I suspect you've had a memorable and satisfying evening. I have no doubt that somewhere out there are three young guys who now know that a woman can be as hungry and horny as any man. In fact, love, I think we might want to think about setting up another encounter with them. I'm sure that we'll get no argument from them.