0 comments/ 18140 views/ 0 favorites That One Night By: rainydandelion The wind was blowing hard and as I stepped into the house I savored the change in temperature. I removed my gloves and peel off my warm, black jacket Master had bought for me on our last trip. Sighing gently I remember how long it had been since I had felt his hands on my body, and I softly rub my chilled cheeks and ears. As I turn around, I have a funny feeling, and soon I realize that my fire place is ablaze and crackling happily. My brow knits with puzzlement. Slowly the butterflies in my stomach spread their wings and rise to the occasion of fright or suspense. Setting my school bag down on the couch, I walk toward the kitchen. On the counter is a white rose sitting on top of a card. A huge grin spreads over my lips. Opening the card I easily recognize Master's heavy and bold handwriting: "Go into the bedroom Pet. I've missed you too much." I felt my heart skip a beat as I realize that my Master, and the Man I love, is in my small house. Vivid and sensual images from the last time we were together flashed through my mind. Swallowing hard, I walk slowly down the hallway, trying hard to decipher any noise from my bedroom, but the only sound which meets my ears is that of my jeans rubbing together between my thighs. The door is shut and I feel my heart happily leap into my throat as I carefully turn the handle. I guess I expected to see him there, waiting on the bed or something. Laughing gently, I walk into the room, and set the card down on my night stand. On the bed is another note and a dress box. "Hmmm, we must be going out, " I think to myself. I pause and run my fingers over his handwriting, reminding myself of. His strength, but most importantly, His strong love for me It is again a simple note: "I will be here at 7pm, Pet. Be ready. I love you." Smiling big I open the box and unfold the dress. It is a long black evening gown with very high thigh slits on each side. The black is not completely pure, but riddled with small flecks of silver. I quickly slide out of my baggy jeans and formless sweater I had chosen for this chilly winter day. Though it is warmer in my room, my nipples grow instantly hard through my thin bra. I gently moan as my extra sensitive nipples ache around their fairly new additions. I quickly slip out of my bra, but leave my favorite mesh tongs on. I let the new dress slip over my head. Spinning around I walk to my full length mirror, smoothing the shimmering fabric over my stomach and hips. I gasp as I notice it is fitted so that it dips past my breast in the front in a deep V. The soft rise of my breast is simply delicious in contrast of the dark sparkling fabric. Looking in the mirror, I run a finger from the base of my throat, down between my breasts. Shivering slightly a smile crosses my lips. My eyes drift over to the clock as I gently caress one full breast, and I awake with a start realizing how late it already was. quickly I strip off the beautiful dress and lay it carefully on my bed. Reaching up I quickly unbraid my hair, and brush it out as I walk into the bathroom. My bedroom and that end of the house are chilly as I hurry to warm up the shower. Sighing deeply I savor the hot water steaming over my skin. reaching up I run my fingers through my long hair, helping it become untangled in the steaming shower. My mind drifts back to the last night we were together. He had chained me to the bed, one of his most favorite discoveries he had made. I was saddened when he had blindfolded and gagged me. That usually only happened when he wanted to mark me well. I could hear him moving around, and I felt something sharp land on my nipples. As much as I tried, I twisted in my restraints, something I was not to do. Again he brought the short whip down on my other breast. My face twitched, and a silent cry erupted from my throat. I woke up again, and realized I’m still in the shower, and with shampoo in my hair to boot. Quickly I finish my hair and step out of the steaming shower, dripping. Grabbing my soap I lathered my legs and underarms and sweet womanhood. Slowly and carefully I run my razor over first my legs and armpits and then that soft, gentle spot between my legs, swiftly removing all that irritating stubble. Happy with the results I let my fingers linger over the new smoothness. Smiling to myself I select my new amber scented oil Master had given me on our 6th month anniversary. Carefully I spread it over my lower stomach and let it drizzle down between my lower lips. it's fresh and sweet aroma fills my nose and I'm lost again. Remembering when he had given this tome. We were both well oiled and I had just massaged him. Our bodies sild against each other meshing and melding. Wanting and needing filled, released, filled or anything. The images of our bodies melded as one stayed in my head as I pulled out my lube, and liberally applied it first to my dripping pussy and then my tight ass hole. I tried hard not to linger too long, but I so ached to reach up and start flicking my hardening clit. Shaking my head and restoring myself to the real world, I laugh gently and rose to wash my hands. I would be in such deep shit if I came now. He would know too, but wait until I told him, then punish me. Slowly and deftly I lined my hazel eyes soft black, and then carefully attached a jewel to each of my temples and one right between my breasts. Taking out my duster I covered my breasts and arms in a light cover of silver dust, causing my pale skin to glisten and almost glow. Happy with my appearance I left my hair as it was, and walked into my room, gasping again as the coldness took a hold of nipples, rising them, and the shining, proud rings from hibernation. rummaging through my underwear drawer I stop on a black tiny thong, deciding that this was all I really needed . The light of the club I though we might be visiting would reveal almost everything under the dress he had picked out. a little teasing is always fun, especially when Master owned me and it was Us teasing all the other men who watched as I walked up to him and leaned into his hand as if fell on my breast, his head bending down to kiss me softly... LILY MARIE!!! I growl lightly, Stop it right now! I tell myself. The dress slips on like a second skin over my body. I carefully smooth it over my hips and breast, evening and perfecting the look. My favorite strappy heels complete the outfit and I smile at my reflection. Swaying gently to the music I have playing I watch how the fabric bends and curves on my skin. quickly I buckle my 3 ½ " heels and grab my warm cover and hand bag and walk into the kitchen. Entering the Kitchen I open the fridge and fill a glass with Pepsi, another with water. Hurrying I plop a few cubes into the Pepsi glancing at the clock and seeing that I still have five minutes before He comes. I carry all my things and the glasses into the living room, and set the Pepsi down, preparing to wait for His arrival. Sipping my water I begin some reading just to pass the time. suddenly my water is gone, 7pm is here, and so is the Man I love. I smile gently at Him as I move quickly to His feet, kneeling carefully so that I do not muss myself. "Hmmmm, " I hear Him sigh appreciatively, " Lovely as always my pet." And a hand raises my chin, and eventually my body to meet his, folding into a warm embrace. "Are you ready my love?" I nod gently and gather my things as you pen the door and we step out into the cold night air. A passerby would have just mistaken us for up-town people on a night out. We were both dressed to the"T" and we both emanated an aura that showed just how happy we both were. We drove for a while until we reached downtown, and then a part of the city I did not recognize. There were no bright, gaudy lights like most of the clubs areas we went to. Master pulled into a parking lot and a valet took His keys. "Have a good time, Master Charles, Sir. It's nice to see you back, Sir." The Valet stammered as he took Master's keys. "It's lovely to be, Jon. Isn't the night beautiful tonight?" Master replied conversationally. I could feel Jon's eyes running up and down my body as he responded, "Oh yes, Sir. Quite enchanting. " I think he hoped to catch my eye, but I kept them demurely down, and was happy when Master took my hand into the crook of his elbow and led me into the building. In side were dim lights and actually quite a few people at the opulent tables. I couldn't see much yet between keeping my eyes down respectfully, and the screen that partially hid the view. A man stepped forward and shook master hand confidently. "Good Evening , Master Charles. Your place is ready just as you asked. We were all quite excited to meet your new charge. This must be her." I could feel the taller man's eyes flow over me, as if inspecting and carefully deciding wether I was really my Master's. "Why yes, Daniel." I heard a snap and I was instantly on my knees. My well implanted training overriding everything else, and then I panicked. I'm kneeling at some strange man’s's feet! What the hell am I thinking? "Sir Daniel, this in my new and loyal Slave, my Lily. Lily, Daniel is the Proprietor of this fine establishment. show him respect, my love.'' Master's voice caressed my ears, and I obediently bent and kissed Sir Daniel's boots. I could smell they were real leather and the scent sent chills down my spine. "Quite pleasant indeed! And you say she's only been training for 6 months? I guess I do agree that she's ready for what goes on here." I could hear the pleasure and a hint of joviality in his voice, and soon I felt his hand on my chin, lifting it up to meet his gaze. "Welcome to The Egret, dear girl I am excited to see how much fun we will all have from now on." A bright smile crossed his face, and for the first time I could see him fully. He was dark skinned, and possibly from Brazil or just Mexico. his eyes were deep, deep brown and matches his long hair which was tied in a ponytail behind his head. Many rings graced his fingers and ears, and I guess other places. I blushed deeply, not knowing exactly what he meant, but some how stammered out a "Thank you, Sir," smiled and looked up at Master. He nodded and I rose gracefully to stand beside him, smoothing my dress. "Let me take your wrap, Lily, and then I shall show you to your table, " I struggled out of my wrap, and then Master and I both followed Sir Daniel past the screen, and into the room...... The lights weren't any brighter in this room. There were may people at the tables along ht edge of the room. As I looked closer I could tell that some sat or reclined at the tables, on ornately covered benches or chairs. I assumed these were the Master's and Mistresses, because at almost everyone's feet was a man or a woman, sometimes more than one, who knelt properly, or reclined comfortably against their Master or Mistress' feet. I gasped slightly as I noticed one girl kneeling between her Master's knees. Her head was buried deep in his crotch, and I realized that she was simply there to please his cock, even if that meant leaving it in her mouth and resisting the temptation to suck. I remembered that feeling well, and came to an empty booth, towards the back of the place. It, like the others was covered in a deep red tapestry material, and had a removable table, which was removed promptly my scantily clad male servers. "Your table, Charles. Just as you left it. Will you be expecting any company tonight?" Daniel asked in his deep, soothing voice. "Yes, we will. I believe that Countess is coming, and most definitely my good friend Louis. They will be late of course, I'm sure." Master laughed casually at that, and sat down on one of the chairs. At the feet of the chair were a few pillows. I looked up at him in my look of asking before doing, something we had developed a while back. I kneeled properly at His nod. My legs shot out from the sides of my dress, and now I fully understood why the dress had such high slits. My head bowed down as my hands laid palms up on my thighs which were now well parted. I could hear Master talking to Sir Daniel, ordering something, and then his hand moved to my chin. I looked up. in his other hand was a small black box. "This is for you, my pet," he murmured to me. it was as if all of the world has disappeared, and all I was were his eyes. he opened the box, and inside was a small leather collar with a tiny sliver padlock and d-ring in the front. I very thin, shiny silver chain was attached to the d-ring, and I guessed it was the leash. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what this meant. Master lifted the collar out of the box, and clasped it gently around my neck it fit snugly, but I loved the touch of the cool leather around my neck. "Thank you so much, Master." I blurted out finally, and smiled to Him happily. "It was time, pet." he said casually. "But now you are not only officially mine, you must understand that everyone else here knows that too. You must honor me, Lily, as your Master. One who you want to completely control your being." I brought my eyes up to meet his, " I understand Master." I said quietly. "Good, now stand up and go get the drink I ordered. They are waiting at the bar." my eyes followed where He pointed as I rose to do His bidding, letting the thin leash fall down between my breasts. Eyes down I picked my way across the floor, and noticed in the middle of the room stocks, horses, and crosses were set up. It looked just like what Master would love in our tiny dungeon at home. I reached the bar, and asked the bartender for Master Charles' drinks. A glass of red wine was set in front of me, I took it, but not before I noticed the bartender's eyes on my breasts and then my collar. I found my way to master's side, kneeling again, and handling him the goblet of wine. He sipped it appreciatively and said, “You know I could have had that delivered, but the thought of showing you off was just too much. Do you like your dress, pet?" "Oh yes Master! It's so beautiful, thank you so much for it." "Yes, I thought it was charming, but I think I’ve had enough of it. Go ahead and take it off." My eyes went wide. Take off the dress, here? I couldn't believe he would expose me like that. "What?" I stammered,"Take it off, Master?" "You heard me, Lily." he said in his dangerous tone, "I want to hurt you tonight, but not so early." He eyes pierced mine, and I wobbled to my feet. "Yes, Master." I almost whispered. As easy as the dress slid on, it was most ungraceful to remove. First it stuck on the roundness of my hips, then my full breasts, and finally my arms were just not cooperating in getting out of the armholes. After all that struggling, it was off. I tossed my long hair off my face and yelped. Someone was standing right there in front of me with a wide evil grin crossing his lips. I held the dress up against me, mostly out of shock than modesty, and fell into Master's lap. They were both rolling by then, and Master laughed down to me, "Oh, if you could have seen your face when Louis surprised you like that." The laughter rocked his body again. My brow wrinkled, and I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks. I had just about forgotten I was practically naked besides my tiny black thong and high heeled sandals, until Louis offered a hand to help me stand. He wasn't so tall, and seemed the type of man who loved to laugh and be merry. "A fine creature you've got here. No wonder you wanted to have her out of that dress. I don't think I've seen such lovely breasts for a while, especially with pretty little rings. May I?" Louis pointed to my chest. Master shook his head, "Let's wait for the Countess. I can't wait until she sees Lily." he winked after that. Ah, but it lovely to be back on my knees. Master passed the wine down for me to hold. I carefully held the glass with both of my hands and inclined my head as the two men reminisced. Time passes and I felt someone approach me off to one side. "Ahh, welcome Countess." Master's voice rang through my body as he and Louis rose to greet their guest. I could tell that there was someone with her, and kneeled at her feet as the majestic lady sat. "Show your respects, Gwen. You know I shouldn't have to tell you. " A small smack of skin followed the deep voice of the lady. I venture a look up at Master, and he nodded. Carefully I knelt before the Countess, bowing to her black boots which clung to her legs and stopped right under her knees. There were smooth under my lips as Master introduced me. "Countess, first meet my new girl, Lily." I could feel his gaze on me, and suddenly my head was yanked back by my hair. Her hair was pulled up tightly into a intense, flowing pony tail. she reminded me of a sublime mixture of an evil queen and a fairy godmother. It was the eyes, I'm sure. There were green, and seemed to not fit into her persona at all. Her ensemble was a tight corseted leather dress which accented her womanly delights: deep cleavage, tiny waist, and flaring, round hips. "Hmmm. Innocent, but not Charles? Something any good Dominant would want. Soft outside and chewy center." her fingers ran down my neck, and pulled on my tender rings. I tried hard but ever so slightly squirmed. the Countess ran her tongue over her bright red lips, as she watched my reaction. Suddenly I was thrust away from her, and I scrambled to Master's feet, trying to gather some gracefulness and dignity, to kneel again. "She'd already be on the cross if she were mine, Charles. Do I have to again give you discipline lessons." She almost laughed at this remark, as a small twinge ran down my spine. This woman, I did not care for. So full of disdain and unkindness, I felt like crying, but swallowed carefully instead. "Now Leslie, We do not need to get into that right now. We're trying to have a pleasant evening of pleasure, not one of our debate nights. Truce?" There was humor again in Master's voice, and a complete comfortable quality. She was definitely an old friend, who was used to the ways of how to get a rise out of my beloved Master. "Truce then."She said, exasperated but laughing. I heard another slap and realized that it was the countess slapping her's. Gwen crawled first to Louis' feet, kissed his shoes, and then to Master's feet. She didn't bow down though. I heard his zipper, and realized that she was going to suck my master's cock! I felt like my head and heart were going to burst. My head fell further to my chest. Louis was carrying on a heated conversation about a show he had been to, and I was completely surprised when Master joined in, not even effected by the girl sucking loudly on his cock. I could see a hand on the back of the girl's head though, pushing her deeper onto his cock. After a few moans escaped his mouth, he roughly pushed her away, and she crawled back to her Mistress's feet. Master's hand moved again to my chin, and He lifted my face, smiling. Moving forward his lips met mine in a deep and passionate kiss. Again my heart was filled. I hated being so jealous, and know I had to endure to ever get past it. "Well," Master began after our kiss ended, "time for the real reason I wanted to have you here tonight. " He rose, and stood before me "Rise, Lily." Gracefully I made my legs and feet work, and stood before him, still over whelmed by his size, and most of all his emanating strength. He turned to his friends. "This is the woman I love and also own. You see on her my collar which means I have accepted full responsibility to her. We are one in everything, and will be forever. She is scared out of her mind now, being quiet and shy in her normal life. I want tonight to be able to show everyone her sinful and amazing inner-self that is screaming to be let loose, and that I have succeeded in finding only rarely. She can when provoked scream like a banshee or roar like a lion. she is strong and passionate, and tonight she will learn how to be that not just for me when I can pull it from her, but on command, when I want it. She will learn how to completely understand that it is I who is in control of her very being, and nothing must ever be held back unless I wish it. She will learn how to give everything to me, without a second thought." My head was reeling with those words, and suddenly I was yanked across the floor by my lead, and shoved down on my knees. People moved around me, setting up equipment and whispering. That One Night She caught my eye through the smoke covering the dance floor. She had those huge, round, innocent eyes but her low cut dress screamed, "Fuck me." She was with a couple of girlfriends but they were already preoccupied. I hesitated as I took in her entire body with my eyes, with her flame red hair falling in curls down her back. She was wearing a tight black dress covered in sequins, and there didn't seem to be much of it! It had a plunging back line that almost dropped all the way to her round ass, and her tits almost seemed to be spilling out of the front. I don't think she was wearing any panties as I couldn't see any lines, and those heels! She was almost my height with those sexy things. She beckoned me over with one finger, put one hand on my waist and whispered, "Wanna dance cowboy?" I answered by pulling her close to me with one hand on her fuckable ass and started invading her mouth with my tongue. She didn't even seem surprised by this and I didn't care. After a couple of songs my confidence was sky high so my hand started stroking the back of her thigh, each time getting closer and closer to the bottom of that dress. As I reached the hem and began to slip my fingers underneath she grabbed my hand and in her sexy voice asked for a drink first. "What would you like?" "Surprise me." I turned to walk to the bar when she grabbed my wrist again. When I turned back she asked me why I wasn't taking her with me, complete with lip biting. We made our way to one of the many bars and I ordered our drinks, a Scotch for me and a Wet Pussy cocktail for her. The irony was not lost on her as she raised her eyebrows seductively. We knocked back our drinks as we pushed through the throng of clubbers back to the middle where her friends were. I knew I had to start slow again but I had to move faster than last time. Before I knew it my hand had slid up the back of her skin tight dress and was stroking the top of her thigh. Her kisses came harder and faster as I moved to her round ass. I squeezed one cheek as I pulled us together in a very close embrace and one of her hands found my ass. I teased her as I slowly stroked her ass, up and down her crack but nowhere near her love hole that she wanted. Slowly I removed my hand from under her dress as she let out a groan of disappointment. "Did you want something?" I asked with a cheeky grin creeping across my face. "You know perfectly well what I want," she shot back with a flushed face. "Is it this?" I asked as my hand slipped up the front of her dress and began to stroke her inner thighs. The only response I got was a moan as my fingers lightly traced over the inside of her thighs and the shape of her outer lips. Finding more confidence I lightly stroked her hairless pussy and I felt her swelling beneath my fingers. While one of her hands staying on my ass her other began stroking my already swollen cock through my trousers. I let out a moan in surprise as she tried to wrestle back the control. Meanwhile my fingers began to dance over her quickly moistening pussy, tracing from her hairless asshole all the way up to her clit, which was beginning to poke itself out from the hood. Surrendering all control to me she used both hands to hold herself up as I began to lightly flick over her love button. I rubbed harder and harder until her pussy was soaking. I slipped one finger inside her and while stroking her insides I used my thumb to keep the pressure on her sensitive clitty. She had to stifle her loud moans as she came there and then on the dance floor. As she fell limp into me I held her up and whispered gently into her ear, "I should save some for later shouldn't I?" She nodded in agreement and suggested we leave. "Yes, but I have something I have to do first," I smiled, winking at her. At that I half carried, half dragged her to the toilet, avoiding the gaze of security guards along the way. We stole our way inside to a stall and by this time she had worked out what I wanted. She bit her lip again as she pushed me against the wall and dropped to her knees. Her delicate fingers unbuttoned my trousers and slowly pulled my underwear down. My long, hard cock sprang free and she began stroking it, slowly at first but getting faster and faster. She looked up at me with wide doe eyes before she took my entire length in her mouth. Slowly she started working her tongue up and down my shaft before starting on my balls. She sucked on them, one at a time before taking them both and swirling them around in her mouth. She began slowly exploring every part of my manhood, but she took particular care on the tip. I started breathing heavily and she took this as a cue to begin sliding me back inside her. I started moaning slightly as I fucked her face and fondled her tits. I pulled her in close as I let out one last moan and covered the back of her throat with my warm sticky load. She sucked every last drop from my softening cock, giving me a sexy smile, leaving me to hastily pull my trousers back up. I followed her back out, walking straight into a pair security guards. "Have fun?" They asked knowingly, before escorting us off the premises. "Time to go home?" I asked teasingly, and my mystery woman, whose name I had found to be Kristie smiled and replied, "If you say so." We hailed a taxi and we were on our way. Our naughty instincts told hold again in the cab and Kristie decided to spread her legs and give the taxi driver a peek. From my angle I couldn't see anything but I could tell he could. He had begun sweating and looked quite nervous. "Why do I miss out?" I teased, so she gently took my hand and moved it to her sopping pussy. I traced around her clit with one finger, enjoying the control. She closed her eyes and began to moan as I moved faster and harder across her already sensitive pussy. I didn't even notice we were on my street until the driver said "Is this it?" I got out my wallet to pay but he refused, saying a show like that pays for it easily. Chuckling we walked up the driveway to the gate and made our way into my house. I was surprised to find my female housemate still awake watching TV. And we needed to walk through the lounge to get to my bedroom upstairs. With a sudden rush of courage I swept Kristie off her feet and carried her through, with an "Evening, ma'am," to my bewildered housemate. When we got to my room we didn't even bother locking the door before I started kissing her. My hands immediately went to her dress and lifted it up before my fingers made their way to her now gushing pussy, thrusting in and out. I threw her back onto my bed and ripped her dress off, taking in her naked beauty from perfectly shaped D cups to her wet, shiny, and hairless cunt. Without warning I roughly spread her legs and moved my mouth towards her dripping pussy. As I ran my tongue up her tangy area she shivered and moaned. I found her clit with no trouble and began teasing it and toying with it as two fingers found their way up her swollen cunt. She came at least three times before trying to pull away from me, breathless and begging me to fuck her. I stopped and she crawled over and released my very swollen cock once again. "Where do you want me?" I guided her on her knees to my headboard where I knelt behind her, my cock teasing her swollen pussy lips, before thrusting deep inside her. She moaned as she took my full length and I started pumping hard and fast, making her scream in pleasure. She came once more while impaled on my cock before I pulled out and pushed her back onto the bed, and released my hot steaming load all over her chest. I turned away but was stopped by her still stroking my softening cock. "I want to be a little slut and have every hole used," she complained, acting like she wasn't satisfied. That got my attention, and my cock back up. I shoved her onto all fours and slid inside her now tender pussy, covering my manhood with slick pussy juices before shoving my cock straight up her tight asshole. Fuck it felt amazing having my dick in something that tight. She started whimpering as the pussy juices began to run thin but they quickly turned to moans as she used one hand to fuck her pussy as well. She suddenly started screaming and I felt a wetness on my balls, and I realised that she was squirting. This was too much for me to take and I came for the last time deep within her asshole. As she collapsed back onto the bed I could see the anal creampie and that topped off a very good night. That One Night... ** Note to reader; this is my first story and am heavily open to feedback. All events are works of fiction, I am a straight male though have had some "experiences" in the past which constitute to the story being as believable as it can for these characters. I plan to do more in the future, please leave feedback and recommendations** "Why don't you just admit it?" Alex said, sitting on the sofa across from me. "You had a crush on her." "If I had a crush on her, why would I be around your house and not around Claire's?" I replied, putting down my can on the table, finishing it all. "Because I taught you well," Alex replied back. "Bro's before hoes and all that." "Well fine, I guess i'm gonna have to put up with this along with sleeping in the same room as you." My name is Jason. Me and Alex had been friends for ages, and had been hanging out loads recently during our free time. We were both good friends, we could talk about anything and have a less mature relationship with. His parents were away for most of the night, which gave us the perfect excuse to have a mini sleepover, chill out and play on his Xbox. I'd recently been through some girl trouble, and this was the perfect excuse to get away from that. Alex, however, had other ideas and was enjoying tormenting me about it in the way he always did. "I'm going upstairs," Alex told me, standing up from the sofa. "I'll get the lubricants ready." "There's something wrong with you" I replied whilst shaking my head. He made a lot of stupid comments like that, toying with the fact we would be sleeping in the same room and all of that. We knew that neither one of us was gay, we both had interests in girls, and never really took liking guys into consideration. I did like Alex being around me, though, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find him attractive. I went up to his room, and we both just continued relaxing, watching movies and eating popcorn. We spent most of the night doing this alongside talking about different topics until we had all but about run dry. We were both lying on his bed with our backs against the wall facing the TV, and he promptly turned it off when we had finished watching everything. We continued to talk until he put his head on my shoulder. It was kind of creepy at first, but I just let him do it and angled my head to it was leaning on top of his too. I could tell he was finding it awkward too, but we both were experimenting in a dark and forbidden way. After not too long, it was making me feel quite sexual having him lying against me like this, and I think he sensed this too. I made a slight movement with my mouth into his hair, almost gesturing that I was kissing it but in a way that didn't look too obvious. I didn't want him to pull away because I got the wrong idea. He raised his head so his chin was resting on my shoulder, and our eyes met. After a second, his eyes lowered to my mouth and our lips touched. My heart stopped, adrenaline pumped through my body and a thousand thought whizzed through my brain. I was kissing a guy, another guy. It was weird, and it was wrong, yet strangely enough, I liked it. His lips weren't like girl's lips. They were harder, and more firm. They were still soft, however, and for those few second where our lips held and slowly pressed made me feel so good. He looked up at me, and pulled back. He too questioned what he was doing. He looked at me, as if trying to come up with something that could phrase what he was thinking. He failed, and so did I. Instead, our eyes met and this time it was me that lowered my gaze. I stared at his lips, the taste still covering my own. I wanted to do it again, so I leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed back, and this time we held it for longer. I stabilised our mouths by putting my hand on the warm side of his neck, and dared him by putting my other on his inner thigh, lightly rubbing it whilst I pressed my lips against his. We both moved our lips, and after a few more times he opened his mouth and kissed more passionately. He raised one hand to my face, and the other to my hand on his thigh. He gripped it, put us palm to palm and nestled my fingers between his. This turned me on so bad, and rewarded him by opening my mouth, and subtly licking his lips as he closed in around them. He returned, sensing this advancement, and our tongues touched and began to lick each other as we surrendered our lips to one another. He climbed on top of me, putting both his hands on my chest and kissing hard and passionately against me, putting more of his tongue in my mouth when I opened it more. His lips were heaven, and I couldn't hide the bulge between my legs which I felt him rubbing against. He pulled my shirt off, and I raised my arms to help him. The moment it was off, I began to remove his and then I moved down to his jeans. I undid the belt, leaning inwards as I did it. As I released them, I saw the big bulge too that was now in front of me. I reminded myself that I wasn't gay, but Alex was just too hard to resist right now. He pulled the rest of his trousers off, and I rested my hands against his cock. At first I felt them against his underwear, before undoing the button and let it out in front of me. It was as big as mine, and that was quite big. I rubbed my hands against it, and seductively licked the side of it to satisfy my new lover. "Jason..." he moaned, and I continued to kiss it, slowly working up his body, up his chest to his neck and then his mouth. Our lips met furiously, and he wrapped his hands against my skin. I pulled my body up so our cocks were touching through my jeans. We both collapsed onto the bed, and I seized the opportunity to be on top. I kissed him full on, forgetting any sense of how wrong this felt at first. It felt so right, and I was too turned on to stop. He kissed, I kissed. We both licked each other as he undid and took off my jeans and then my underwear with it. He bent under me and wrapped his mouth around the end of my cock. It felt so good at first, feeling his warm breath against it combined with the smoothness of his mouth. I felt his tongue touch it almost accidentally at first, but then he licked the tip of it as he continued to taste me. I moaned his name to him, and pushed him back down so that I could lower myself over his cock. "We shouldn't be doing this, gayboy" he said to me, caressing my face as I lowered my lips over the top of his cock. At first it tasted fairly strange, but the more that I let past my lips the more I liked it. I put one hand on his leg, and the other I put on the cock and slowly massaged it back and forth. I saw his head roll back as I continued to surround the end of his cock with my mouth and massage it. I let my tongue swivel over the tip of his cock, and taste the raw flavour of his juices. It tasted nice, so I lowered myself down over it, until I felt it at the back of my throat. I moved my head back and forth, feeling Alex's cock pulsate as he moaned for me. I continued doing this, learning more about how another mans body worked as I did so. My hands rested on his thighs, and his pressed on my head. I realized how much of him I was taking in my mouth, and teased this back licking the underneath of his cock and moaning myself. After a minute, I felt his leg muscles tense up, and a warm liquid sprayed inside of me and cover my mouth. I realized this was cum, and at first freaked out over what I just did. I pulled back, leaving him panting below me. Legs still separated. I realized how much fun I was having, and I casually swallowed the load in my mouth and let the taste spread around it. Before I even realized, Alex was leaning forward and began to massage my cock, still nice and hard from pleasuring him. "Looks like... you have practice..." he said between kisses as he caressed and worked his way up my cock. "Piss off" I replied, enjoying his touch and having another being touch me like this. I once again thought about what I was doing. I wasn't gay, I knew I wasn't. However, Alex was being so perfect to me. Everything we were doing was such fun, I couldn't help but feel madly attracted to him. He spun we around, laying me down on his pillow and kissed me once more. After French kissing me and biting my lip, he began to kiss my neck. His breath against my skin gave me goosebumps, and I threw my head back so he had more access, grabbing the back of his head. "I am not gay, you know" I told him as he worked his way down my body, our cocks rubbing each other as he went down. "Neither am I" he told me, my cock now right there in front of him. "I don't find guys attractive. But there's something about you, Jason. I can't resist you." "Stop resisting" I told him, and he smiled and began to wrap his mouth over me. He kissed the end of my cock, licked it and massaged it with his hands. He felt my balls and began to swirl his tough over my tip. He lowered his mouth right over it, and I felt the end of my cock touch the back of his throat. It felt SO good, and I could only moan and massage his hair as I listened to the noises of his mouth and my cock slosh against each other. His hands massaged my thighs, and his entire head rocked back and forth as he tasted my cock up and down. I felt my fluids build up, and I moaned louder and louder until I finally released everything I had into the back of his throat. He held his mouth there as he sucked it, making sure he had every piece of cum in his mouse before he slowly moved his head back up, his mouth full of my gift to him. He swallowed with a loud gulp, and after wiping his mouth with his arm, he lowered himself onto me and kissed me once more. We spent the rest of the right in the same bed, arms around each other. We both woke up at the same points now and again, and casually kissed each other and massaged our bodies as we drifted in and out of sleep. By the time it was morning, I was convinced. I wasn't gay. Well, maybe I was just for Alex. That One Night in Vegas It's amazing what a little anonymity can stir up. I like to think everyone has one of those moments we excuse as college experimenting. Most of them don't actually happen during college, but we all have one. Don't we? Mine was on vacation in Las Vegas. Could there ever be a more fitting place to say farewell to an inhibition? Or three? Brad and I had only been married two years and recently graduated from the newlywed syndrome. We still had sex. A lot. But it wasn't like it used to be. You know how it is. Always touching, looking for any excuse to go at it like rabbits. Five times a day and it wasn't enough. These days, five times a week was the norm. The IRS kindly afforded us a big return so we decided to splurge. We were doing okay at a time when the rest of the world was in dire economic straits, so we said 'what the hell'. Throwing caution to the wind, I made a call to our travel agent, packed up an overnight bag and we hopped a plane to the neon city of lights. Wanting to use most of our money for gambling we skipped on a suite and opted for a tiny room at an off boulevard hotel. It didn't matter. All we needed it for was sleeping, fucking and a place to shower. The first night we wasted half our cash gambling, saw a show, ate like pigs and drank way too much. It was a blast. But the second night was our indoctrination to the catch phrase of 'what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas'. Brad was too embarrassed to ask me if we could go see some of the adult entertainment available, but I like to think I'm a fairly empathetic wife. I could sense it. His eyes would stray towards the never ending stream of posters advertising burlesque shows or erotic dancers. Truth be told, I was curious myself. I wouldn't have said I was bisexual, but beautiful women were certainly a pleasure to see. A naked one was even more exciting I suppose, but it was more how it affected Brad. He wouldn't ever let on, thinking it a bad thing for a husband to like or enjoy, but I wasn't foolish enough to think any man wouldn't be happy to see a naked hot chick. We all wish it weren't true. A nice fantasy, but guys are wired that way. I took it upon myself to make sure we hit one of the many erotic dance clubs on the strip, since he wouldn't. Without asking, I grabbed his hand and lead him inside a cheesy looking club. The leopard skin print and pink fur that lined damn near every single thing in the club was tacky, but not out of place. He blushed but followed as I grinned at him. We had both put away several drinks and I was feeling pretty relaxed. I could do this. I found us a booth that was close enough to the main stage to give us both a little buffer and a great view of the dancers. If Brad had been in a strip club before, he didn't let on. Everything seemed as new to him as it was to me. We ordered drinks and bashfully watched three dancers in succession before we felt comfortable enough to participate in the atmosphere. Blaming everything on the drinks would be blatantly false, but you have to understand how I am when I drink. Alcohol is like throwing gas on the fire. I confess that I become a complete nymphomaniac. Okay, slut if you will. I admit it. We began discussing each dancer, comparing which ones we thought were hot. Honestly, they all were, but I had my favorite. Brad was resistant to fess up which one got him going. After sucking on his earlobe for a minute, he caved in and confessed to liking the tall mocha-skinned girl. Her nationality was a mystery, probably a mix of Pacific Islander and African, but she was gorgeous. Admittedly, I was a little jealous at first. Being in my late twenties, I wasn't exactly chopped liver, but I wasn't tight like the dancer. Few women were. Still, I could definitely understand why she was his favorite. I waved to her when she left the stage and she came straight over. Brad groaned and I laughed. He knew what a mischievous little wench I can be. "Can you do a table dance for my hubby?" I asked, a little surprised at my bravery. She smiled and nodded and we both looked to Brad who was blushing brightly. "Teri," he blurted out. "You come too," the dancer said with a cute high pitched voice that didn't really fit her tall lean body. She meant me, so I blushed as well and she took my hand, and led us to a special area they had in back. The booths there had a curtain and she ushered us into one. Now, when you waltz off into privacy with a gorgeous exotic dancer, the first thing that does, but should not, pop into your head is sex. They endure thousands of horny guys and even some girls too, wanting them, dreaming of them, and fantasizing about them. This is normal, but it was ridiculous to think they might feel the same of you. They aren't sluts, contrary to popular belief. However, irrational as it might be, those thoughts suddenly flood into the back of your mind. They did, and I blushed as she watched us with an alluring grin. In our defense, Brad's a handsome guy. I see the ladies peeking at him when they think I'm not watching. He's tall, athletic and has a great smile. I'm not too shabby myself, if I may say so. When I get dolled up, I turn heads. But you have to understand, if you've never seen a stripper, a Vegas stripper, they are drop-dead gorgeous. They look like they just up and walked out of a lingerie catalogue. So as we entered the booth, I couldn't help but fall prey to that common mistake and wonder if she got turned on dancing for people. I can't imagine she did, doing it day and day out, for anyone who asked. But we all like to think we're the exception, right? The leopard print beanbag chair inside was huge and we slumped down into its plushness. I thought we might sink in and disappear but it held us both side by side. I giggled at Brad who was trying so hard to pretend he was completely put out by this. Closing the curtain behind her, she wasted no time and began. I was completely unprepared. What I imagined they would dance like was completely different than real life. Especially in private and so not like it was on stage. The gentle sway of her hips, the gyration of her pelvis and the smooth gliding touch of her hands against her own breasts had me growing moist between the legs before the first minute elapsed. I was spellbound, staring in awe. How she could just touch herself like that, for us, while we watched? Well, it was amazing. She dropped to her knees, straddling Brad's legs and grinding her thong against his thigh as she pulled off her bikini top and tossed it to me. My hand didn't respond, even as I told it to catch it and my mouth was permanently agape I think. She had perfect, conical, and pert breasts that I would kill for. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the skimpy little slip of cloth covering her pussy as she dry fucked my husband's leg. I wasn't quite expecting that much contact from a lap dance, table dance, or whatever they call them. Her lithe body rolled in a fluid motion timed to the heavy pulsing music as her dark brown eyes gleamed with a sultry hint of mischief. Brad was blushing furiously as the first song ended, gathering his hands from where he had them pinned under his butt, as if to leave, but she didn't stop. I was frozen, staring with amazement and I confess, a bit of lust. She was so beautiful and it was strangely arousing to watch her seduce Brad. Another song began and she stood over him, shifting her hips left, then right, and then left again to the beat of the music as she wiggled out of her carnation pink thong. She left it like shackles about her ankles as she smoothed her caramel hands across her glittery skin, caressing herself in ways that made me blush for the moist warmth I felt between my legs. Turning, I watched my husband, his eyes glossy with that hunger that I knew quite well. He was enjoying the dance immensely. Call me weird, but I was getting hot seeing him all aroused and didn't care that she was the one making him hard. I knew I would be the one to reap the rewards, so why should I care? The dancer, whose name I still can't remember, turned around and dropped to her knees once more. With sensual rolls of her body, she backed her firm little ass up against Brad's crotch, grinding against him. I laughed as he did everything in his power not to reach out and touch her. I can't say I blamed him. She was so sexy and that perfect ass was just so tempting. She turned back, winking at me with a playful grin and all I could do was blush and grin right back. She knew we were not only enjoying the scene, but rookies to boot. At least she seemed to be having just as much fun as we. If the fact that our jaws had dropped into our laps wasn't clue enough, my erect nipples and the tent forming in Brad's shorts was. "Is he hard?" she asked with that cute little voice. Without bothering to check, I nodded and we both blushed. It didn't take a rocket scientist, but I followed her gaze past her ass to the swell in Brad's khaki shorts. She looked back to me with those dark mesmerizing eyes. Those plump luscious lips parting into a bright smile was a little captivating. Everything little thing she did turned me on. "Are you sure?" "I'm pretty sure. You're so hot," I said with a laugh and I realize I wasn't exactly articulate at the moment. I was tipsy and horny as hell. Brad just laughed and nodded. Neither of us really knew the etiquette but we were pretty sure she was simply teasing us as part of the act. It didn't occur to me, even though I had hoped, that her flirtations were actually an invitation. "Prove it," she said with another wink. We both laughed again, but she nodded back down to his crotch where her ass was swinging side to side against him. I wasn't sure what she meant but I was game. Brad could thank all the liquid courage I had consumed. Reaching down as I leaned up against him, I patted his fly and I could feel his stiff hard-on beneath. Very hard. Of course he was. I was steaming my panties by then, so I knew he'd be rock solid. "Yeah, he's hard alright." She turned about, moving to his side and reached across his lap, grabbing my hand and moved it back to his fly, and placed it there tenderly. I laughed but she was moving again and suddenly she captured my mouth with hers. The kiss was so soft, so sensual, hot and moist. An inferno raged inside me, melting any thought or rationale. I kissed her back as she moved my hand along the swell of his cock through the thick fabric of his shorts. I had never kissed a girl before. Not like that and I can see why it's all the rave these days. Girls are so sensual. She was smoking hot and that kiss said volumes. Straight or not, I realized she was going to fuck me and I didn't care. Our lips melded together and I managed to look at Brad who was staring, mouth wide open and I could feel him throbbing beneath my hand. This was it. My college experiment moment was upon me and I didn't hesitate. I wasn't exactly myself, but it felt so right. It felt awesome. Fumbling a bit, I pulled down his zipper and got his cock out, and stroked it as she kept kissing me. Her tongue was teasing me, darting in and out of my mouth, flickering against mine. It was fanning the flames big time. His cock was throbbing, so thick in my hand as I glided my hand up and down his length and he just sat there, gaping as we made out. She helped me out of my tank top and we smashed our breasts together, lips locked and his cock between our bellies. The show we were putting on for my husband was more than any man deserved, however, it was a thrill to do it for him. Okay, it wasn't just for him, but I'd never tell him that. The song ended, but we kept going. Her hand joined mine and we stroked his hard-on, kissing, caressing and groping one another. It was so odd to look down and see her caramel hand wrapped about his thick shaft, right over mine. It was outrageous. The eroticism of the moment consumed the last of my inhibitions and I gave myself over to it. Wiggling about frantically, I managed to get out of my shorts and panties, kicking them aside until I was as naked as she was. At last. "Suck his cock," she hissed with a devilish grin. There was nothing to debate and I dropped down, sucking his swollen head into my mouth. Her dark skinned hand continued to stroke it as I mouthed him, gliding my tongue across him wildly. With wicked abandon, I attacked all she could shove into my mouth. Ten seconds later he exploded, back arching dramatically as he came. A deep groan escaped past his gritted teeth and his come filled my mouth. Then suddenly she was there, licking it from my lips. His shaft pulsed and another shot splashed into my mouth, filling it with salty thick come. Swallowing wasn't my favorite thing to do, but I wasn't a prude either. I did it for special occasions and this definitely qualified as such. Having this succulent goddess there licking the overflow from my lips and chin made it all the more intense. Brad owed me big time and I could tell the entire scene was a little slice of heaven by the way he watched us with worshipful eyes. We were kissing again as I felt him grow limp in my hand and she was pushing me back. Falling back onto the thick red carpet, I blushed brightly as she pushed my legs wide. She was so beautiful and I was entranced watching her dip down to kiss my pussy. I was so wet by then, I thought I might come just as quickly as Brad. It had never occurred to me that I was straight and this was not exactly what straight women did. The things she was doing were deliciously wicked and my body demanded I relax and enjoy everything she wanted to do to me. So I did. Her mouth was tender and sweet as she lapped at me, sucking on my folds and flickering her tongue deep into me. It felt so good. Gently she eased two fingers in as well, stretching me as her tongue teased all along my pussy. In and out she pumped her fingers as her mouth sucked on my clit, clobbering it with her tender wet tongue and I could feel the fire raging out of control. I was so lost to her. "Fuck me," she commanded Brad and my eyes shot open wide. This whole thing was a series of firsts for me and for Brad, but I hadn't given any consideration that she might want Brad to fuck her. I felt conflicted, watching her fingering me as she slid her knees out wide on all fours. The thought of his cock in another woman was not a comfortable one, but at that moment, my rationale was in the insane column. He looked to me. Smart boy. Silently he sought my permission and was leaving the decision in my hands. The dancer returned her mouth to my pussy, licking my nectar, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. How could I say no? We'd already gone this far. It was Vegas after all. I nodded at him and tried not to laugh as he nearly dove into her. He moved behind her, his strong hands grasping her tight little ass as he pulled her back onto his throbbing cock. She gasped in pleasure and almost immediately the entire rhythm she and I had established was destroyed. Brad's thrusts shoved her face into me, which wasn't bad, but it threw off her finger, lick lick, finger rotation that was driving me wild. His eyes met mine with adoration. I was the best wife a guy could ever have at that moment. Damn straight. He slowed his thrusts and then caught onto the motion, following her lead but it was too late for me. I came. Shivering with orgasm, my whole body shook as she lapped up my sweetness. Grinning hungrily as she licked me clean, clinging to my thighs as I shuddered in ecstasy, she continued fucking me with her wonderful fingers. Her whole mouth pressed into me as I came, each of Brad's eager thrusts shoving her and all I could do was cling to her hair in desperation, biting my lip to keep from screaming. Flashing me a wink, she pulled away from Brad and I could see him frown. Crawling like a panther, she slid up across me, kissing me. Her lips were soaked with my juice and there was something completely erotic about kissing someone, whose mouth was drenched with your sex. Her warm body felt so good against me, slippery from our sweat, slick and sliding skin against skin. It was one thing to admire a sexy woman, and quite another to have one slipping across you naked. The intensity of my climax was doubled for the surrealism I was feeling. Panting for breath, I beckoned Brad with a single finger, who was sitting there, hard as a rock and kneeling, still watching us. No one had to tell him twice and he moved to us, lying down next to me. I spun in place, moving into a spoon position. Wanting him inside me, he understood and as I made out with her, he crammed his slippery hard cock fully into me. I moaned deeply as he began pumping me full of his thick hardness. I loved the way he filled me so completely. Never in a million years could I have every imagined myself sandwiched between a beautiful woman and my man. Her breasts crushed against mine as our lips meshed, sliding against one another and framing our entwined tongues as Brad's steaming hot cock pounded me. It was incredible. Then she slipped out of my grasp. Somehow, she found a way to straddle my face and allow Brad all the room he needed to keep fucking me. I had never gone down on a girl before. Whether or not there was a protocol to it, I didn't know, but my adventurous side was winning all battles that night and I kissed her dark folds. It was a different taste from Brad, but it wasn't bad. Although her quivering delight was a high I hadn't expected. Driven by Brad's sensational thrusts, I plunged my tongue into her and her body squirmed across my face in response. Marvelous. Every nerve in my body was standing on edge, my skin erupted in goose bumps everywhere and each touch, kiss, and thrust arced through me like a lightning bolt. Brad and I came together, his steaming white load filling me as she slid back down into my arms. Cradling me to her breast, I cried a good cry, trembling in orgasm between them. Her smooth caramel hands caressed my face, turning it towards her. She grinned and I matched it with one of my own. Then she kissed me, tenderly and then winked. "Thank you," she said, standing in a fluid, graceful movement and walked out leaving us there, entwined, Brad still buried deep inside me. Just like that. I craned my neck around and looked at Brad and he shrugged. We burst into laughter, gathered our clothes, dressed and made our way straight for our hotel room. That night's adventure had opened the floodgates of desire and we were like newly weds all over again. Whenever we would hear of or see something about Las Vegas, we would just smile at each other and find the closest private spot we could. A memory of a life time, a skeleton for our closet and we would never forget that one night in Vegas. ©2009 Brindle Chase. All rights reserved. That One Night "Up, Lily." Master commanded and I rose. Se pushed me to the horse which was just set up, and I was roughly bend over it. Leather cuffs which were secured to the horse were instantly attached to my wrists and ankles. A gag was roughly shoved in my mouth, holding my tongue down and my jaws achingly apart. I knew this mean pain, real pain, not just slapping or a lovely flogging, but real, intense pain. I swallowed my sobs I felt rising in my throat and listened carefully to everything going on around me. "Now Lily. You know I love you, and I want you to submit. Do you give it all to me now?" Master's voice was close to my ear. I nodded quickly. "good" and he was gone. It did hurt too. If I was not properly gagged I would have lost my voice after the first three hits from that cane. The most terrible part was that I did not know who wielded the intense object. Knowing my Master's affection towards the cane though, I knew it had to be him. The pain though. it's hot through my toes and then up out the top of my head. From each hit of the cane on my ass, I could feel a fire that radiated up through my spine and chest, and was only more inflamed with the next cut. I was gasping through my gag, and my face was a red, dripping mess. I tried hard not to pull on the duffs, but I was wracked with so many sensations at once I hardly had a conscious thought. As suddenly as it started, it was over, though the skin on my ass was aflame with 20 new welts. Then there was nothing, and I was left there. A hand ran over the welts, up my back, and up further to unbuckle the gag. It was the Countess. "They are quite lovely, doll." She drawled into my ear. " He is an artist of sorts." I knew that smug grin was there, and it only renewed my tears. My jaw ached and the corners of my lips sore from where the gag had cut. More fingers ran over the welts, though not as carefully as Countess had. I yearned for her fingers again. They had a different quality, something like a connoisseur, a woman testing the quality of a item, and the item being me. I yelped as some fingers played and pinched the new welts. I even felt fingers reaching down below, and inside my pussy which was dripping. I didn't know wether that surprised me or not. The strangers milled around me, commenting and prodding almost every part of my body now. There was a finger on my clit, inside my pussy and even pressing against my sweet rosebud of an ass hole. I could feel myself being to rise to the occasion of an orgasm, but fiercely fought against it . The people were laughing at how I jumped when they did certain things, or how I cried out when the pinched my ass or clit. And Master was there. His voice in my ears, his fingers through my new rings, feeling and loving them. "Give me it, Lily." it rang through my soul, and much to my dismay, humiliation, and pleasure, I came hard singing praises to my Master through a scream of intense pleasure.