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The Wait

By: kotori



Lori stretched, then relaxed. She listened to her heart rapidly beating and watched her breasts rise and fall as her breath slowly returned to normal. Her skin was flushed and she felt a burning ache in her pussy. A dribble of cum and saliva slowly coursed down her cheek; she tried to catch it with her tongue, but couldn't reach. If her hands weren't bound over her head to the bed frame, she would have scoop it back into her mouth.

If her hands weren't bound over her head to the bed frame, she would have probably reached for her clit, still throbbing from the orgasm which had so recently wracked her body. He'd been so hard on her, so punishing in his thrusts. So unrelenting in his abuse. First there were his fingers, peeling apart the puffy lips and opening her. Lori could remember the sound of his slaps against that most tender flesh and the gasp she couldn't withhold when he inserted two fingers into her tight hole. Though she craved all he gave her, all he would give, her legs involuntarily made to close at that first penetration. They couldn't of course, being bound to the footboard of the bed.

"Oh god," she sighed now, thinking back to the fire she felt on her clit when his tongue first touched it. The slow, steady laps of his tongue across that little bean sent her, trance-like, into another place. When he poked at it, or curled his tongue around it, she was lost in ecstasy. The lashing action drove her wild and she felt her juices ooze over his ever-moving fingers. She had her first orgasm when he sucked her clit between his lips. And he knew it but didn't stop.

He didn't stop. He wouldn't. Her juices were flowing over his fingers and down the cleft of her arse. He must have seen that too, because before Lori realised what was happening, one of his fingers—his thumb—invaded her there. It slid in so easily, and though she had no desire to resist, she was still surprised. Taking his mouth away, his hand see-sawed between her pussy and arse. Another orgasm rose like a wave and washed over her.

And then he was gone. Lori opened her eyes and found him standing next to her face. "My good girl," he said, looking down on her as he slowly undid his belt and the buttons on his jeans. "My gorgeous little slut," he said as he released his throbbing cock just inches from her eyes. Lori could only whimper. Taking his member in his hand, he wiped the dribbles of pre-cum over her lips, and when she opened her mouth he removed her wadded panties which he'd used to gag her. Her mouth still open, now so she could take him, he squeezed out a large drop and let it fall to her tongue.

That's when he mounted the bed, straddling her chest, and stroked his cock over her face. "Suck my balls, bitch," he commanded, lowering them just above her mouth. Lori had to lean up to take the heavy sack between her lips. She sucked hard—she knew he liked it as hard as she did—and felt his cock slide around her face, leaving deposits of that sticky, salty ooze on her skin. She longed to taste it, and knew he would feed it to her hungry mouth when he was ready. Reaching back, he found her stiffened nipples clamped between the teeth of alligator clips. Ripping the clamps off, he slowly began to pinch them between his fingers. As the pain increased she only sucked the tender ballsack that much harder.

A noise in the other room interrupted her recollection. What was he doing out there? She wondered. Is he going to come back and fuck me again? Lori noticed her pussy was still wet, not only with her own juices but the deposit of semen he left there now oozed from her. She felt like such a dirty whore lying there, waiting and wanting it all repeated again.

All night he had treated her like a slut, like his own private toy. At the restaurant he slid his hand under her skirt and stroked the outside of her panties until she was gushing while he chatted away amiably, never once letting on that he was driving her crazy with desire. But he knew. He knew exactly what he was doing to torment her, and he ignored her discomfort. When he pushed be fabric between her labia and ground against her clit she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan. Anyone observing would have thought there was nothing going on, even when he leaned over and whispered in her ear during coffee that she should go to the toilet and removed the panties. He met her in the narrow hallway leading to the rear of the restaurant and took the dampened cloth before slapping her on the arse through her thin skirt.

Later, on the subway, he let her sit as he stood in front of her, his cock bulging against the fabric of his tight jeans just inches from her face. In the middle of a sentence about the book he was reading, he casually said, "You want to suck that, don't you bitch?" An older woman sitting next to her pretended not to hear, but he leaned over and whispered again: "You know what I did with your panties?" As she shook her head in the negative he continued, "I wrapped them around my cock to catch all the goo oozing. I don't want you to miss a drop when I used them to gag you later. I don't want you crying out when I rape your little slut hole." She may have shuddered then, as she was doing so now, remembering the menace in his voice. The promise.

By the time they got to the end of the line, the car was nearly empty and he stroked her hair, telling her of the good pounding he'd deliver. His fingers wove between the strands and tightened around them, forcing her to look up into his eyes which gleamed with uninhibited lust. Though it was only a few blocks from the station to his apartment, he hailed a cab, and helped her into the back seat, immediately thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he stroked and pinched her nipples for the short ride home. As soon as he closed the door to the apartment, he was on her, pushing her back to the wall, pressing his groin against hers as he bit her lips and neck and shoulder. His tongue once again invaded her mouth as his fingers found the wet gash between her legs.

"Stand in there," he commanded when he relaxed, pointing into the living room. He went to the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with two glasses of wine. "Have a sip," he offered, calmly, and get up here." He nodded towards a low stout table in the middle of the room. Lori took a sip from her glass and mounted the table uneasily as he sat on the sofa and loosened his neck tie. For a long second, she looked at him in confusion. "Well," he said, "go on. Strip for me. Do you need music?" She had giggled nervously then, but took another sip of wine and began to unbutton her blouse. "That's it, baby...be my slut."

Lori took off her blouse and unfastened her bra. "Pinch them for me, baby," he said, and she did. She was slightly embarrassed but also pleased; she could see from the bulge in his jeans that she was making him aroused. "Now let's see that pretty little pussy of yours," he said and though Lori blushed, she was anxious to show him and have him approve. She'd shaved her lips but left a little tuft of hair above her mound and hoped he'd be pleased. He took a sip of his wine as she unbuttoned her skirt, eased down the zipper and stepped out of it.

"Excellent," was all he said, reaching forward between her legs to stroke her damp labia. "Excellent". Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a five-dollar bill which he folded lengthwise. "Now spin around for me, slowly, and let me see." When she'd returned to face him, he stroked her wet slit with the bill. "A little tip for my own personal stripper," he laughed, nestling the money between her lips as he rose to his feet.

"Squat down," he said, and she did, the dampened bill falling to the table as her legs spread. He stood behind her and produced a leather collar which he placed around her neck, buckling it snugly; there were two little chains dangling from the ring at the front at the ends of which were alligator clamps. "So," he asked, "are you going to be my good girl?" "Oh yes," she answered without hesitation. "You're going to be my little slut? My plaything?" "Please," she said. "Then I give you this collar, as a symbol of your bondage to me, Lori. There's no lock; you can undo it whenever you want. But when you wear it, you're my bitch. Understand? You're mine. Now, let's complete the effect."

He moved in front of her again, and pinched her nipples until they were erect, then clamped the jaws of the alligator clips over them. The pain wasn't severe, but sent a jolt of electricity directly to her clit, causing it to throb automatically. Still squatting, he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back to kiss him. "Come with me, baby," he said, leading her to the bedroom as he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor. 

It was after tying her down and fucking her mouth that he'd removed his jeans and ate her. And when the second or third orgasm was over, she saw him lean back, his erection filling the space between them. Slowly he stroked the head of his cock between her lips, dribbling pre-cum over her clit. He took the fleshy pole in his hands and slapped her clit a few times before once again sliding the shaft just over the outer lips.

Lori tensed involuntarily as her spread her lips wide with his fingers and aimed his meat to the dark passage of her cunt. His first thrust was slow, sliding into her a millimetre at a time. Grabbing her cheeks, he raised them so the angle of vagina equalled his slow decent and when his pubic hair touched her mound he just held there, as if sampling her cunt for fit. And then, just as slowly, he began to withdraw, all the time looking down, watching his rod coated with her juice.

When only the crown of his glands remained buried inside her, he began to thrust. Hard. And fast. His balls slapped against her ass as he pounded into her. He was panting and muttering and Lori saw droplets of perspiration fall from his forehead to her belly. His hands were on her hips now, holding her tight, his fingers digging into her flesh as his cock ploughed her. Her cunt grasped him, twisting the meaty tool, milking it and he came with a roar.

It seemed that no sooner had he deposited his cum in her depths than he was again standing over her. His hair was damp with sweat as he filled her mouth with his cock, drenched in her juice and still oozing the last pearly drops of his load. "Good little girl," was all he said, panting. "Yes, suck it. Taste us together."

There was another noise from the living room to rouse Lori from her memories. He is taking his time, she thought. She wondered if she should call out to him, but restrained herself. He's making me wait, she thought. Like he made me wait so long for this night. He's letting the tension build, I bet. She thought of their previous few days together; oh yes, they'd fucked, and gone down on each other , but it wasn't until tonight that all the stops came out. She wondered what he could do to top what they'd already done this evening.

He brought two refreshed wine glasses and put his on the nightstand, then lifted her head so she could drink. Lori saw his semi-hard cock glistening in the low light of a pair of candles on either side of the bed, still slick from her mouth. "Slut," he said, walking around the bed, just looking at her in all her helplessness. "My little slut." Then his eyes fixed on her pussy. "What's this? My cum is dribbling out. Didn't you like it?"

Lori made to make some response but couldn't find a word. "No matter," he said. "Apparently you're little whore-hole doesn't deserve my cum." She gasped, but still words failed: she wanted his cum, she needed to be stuffed with his cock and used by him, she thought but the words wouldn't form. Climbing on the bed and kneeling between her knees he once again lowered this mouth to her pussy. He sucked at her, and scooped a wad of his jizz from between her arse cheeks which he reached up to feed the mixture into her mouth.

Lori licked his fingers hungrily and couldn't believe that he was licking his cum out of her, but the motions of his tongue once again sent her towards orgasm. She could feel it building as he licked her hole clean, his nose touching her clit. There was so much juice flowing from her now should couldn't tell where hers ended and his began, but it was all going to his mouth. She shuddered and a last, light throb went through her.

As she panted again he crawled up her body, but not stopping this time to lick her navel or play with her nipples. Silently he knelt over her and opened her mouth with his fingers, and slowly dribbled out the juice and cum and saliva from his mouth into hers. Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her and slide his tongue between her lips. She tasted "them", and swallowed greedily. "Good little girl," he said again. "Swallow, my slut. Drink us, together."

Rolling over to lie by her side, he rested, taking another sip from his wine glass; after a few minutes casually began undoing the knots which bound her arms, and Lori placed her head on his chest. As the circulation returned to her arms, her hand slowly descended to stroke his semi-hard cock gently. "You like that, baby?" she asked, not needing a verbal reply as he gradually grew stiffer. Now it would be her turn to control the pace of things.

"I want more," she said just before her tongue flicked at his nipple. "I want it all."

The Wait



It became a ritual with her. Waiting for her lover by her window while watching the world go by. She would wake every morning with her skin tingling knowing that soon she would be able to see him. As she put on her running clothing, and strapped her MP3 to her arm, her thoughts would drift. "Will he pass me as I am running today?" She knew that her concentration should be on the run but it was only partially there. "Hurry through the run so that I can be there before he arrives." She controlled her breathing and kept her strides long and fluid. Skin still tingling with anticipation for his arrival and mind flooded possibilities she ran. 

Returning to her flat she quickly removed her running clothing and shook her pony tail down from its holder as she reached for a glass of water. Now her skin was flushed with excitement. It always was at this time. The excitement and anticipation she felt was palatable. She walked to the window with her water and watched the world pass by. Completely aware of her skin's electricity as she watched the world pass. She casually roamed a hand through her hair tussling it gently...as she tried to distract herself. "Soon." Her ears perked for his sound. Her skin now on fire and reddened for him. Nipples pert, wetness now flowing freely between her thighs.

She ran a finger across an erect nipple. "What he does to me", she marveled shivering at the feeling her own hand created as it slowly absently roamed across her body. She leaned against the wall beside the window, slightly hidden from the people as they passed. Her ears responded to a sound and she quickly looked. "Only a person passing by the door." She sighed and continued to wait lightly moaning as her anticipation grew. 

She closed her eyes for a moment thinking of him. Conjuring him before her as she waited. Her breath caught as she formed him before her. Panting softly as she saw him standing before her in his business pants and crisp shirt...calm, commanding, eternally tender and loving. Her hands drifter lower to her wetness. She moaned softly as her fingers slid across the lips of her wetness, feeling herself flower and open to the soft almost casual touch. The warmth and silky wetness against her fingers caused her to breath in sharply. Panting slightly she removed her hand and tasted her own wetness. Tasting what he always caused in her every morning with his attentive affection...his beautifully undemanding nature...his unyielding insistence to please her...his..."No, accept it for what it is now." She resisted the fleeting impulse to put a label to their relationship. 

She again leaned against the wall. Lightly arching from the cold wall and watched the world go by. People rushing to work. Vendors opening their stores for the day smiling at the crowd. Women hurrying by in heels and tennis shoes and business suits talking on their cell phones. Men texting on their Blackberries, checking the newest stock market. Students with their back packs slung over one shoulder guzzling their Lattes. It was always the same. "If they ever looked up..." She smiled and laughed at the thought and ran a hand through her hair again distracting herself momentarily. 

Then her senses became keen again. It was the sound. She knew her lover before she even heard his voice. She knew her lover before turning around to see his face. She knew her lover by instinct the moment he was near. She heard him enter the room and smiled. 

"Kiss lover..." he said simply and she turned and smiled as he entered her space opening her arms and leaning into his embrace. 



The Wait



45 minutes. 

45 minutes I made him wait for me. 

He was busy preparing for a trip and he took time out of his day to see me before he left.

45 minutes he waited at the bar before I showed up.

I didn't intend to make him wait. I got caught up in things and made a poor estimate of time.

But I should have known better.

When I finally arrived, he greeted me coolly with a hug and got me a drink.

He was quiet. I was feeling guilty and I shifted uncomfortably under his stare. I drank and nervously rambled on.

One drink. 

Then he paid the bill and we left.

One block.

His hand on my lower back, we were casual in conversation. I was lost in my babble when I felt him move me towards the alley.

Instantly, I knew what was coming.

His step was more fierce now as he shuffled me along down the alley way and then moved me off into an empty doorway.

Dirty doorway, graffiti on the walls, dumpsters a few doors down, parking garage next door.

It didn't matter.

"Face the wall". It was a demand and from the tone of his voice, I wasn't about to protest.

Nose and hands against the wall, I felt him lift my dress. Ever so slowly.

The temperature outside was above 80 and yet a chill ran through me.

I had never been spanked before.

SMACK

I gasped as his hand connected with my plump bottom.

SMACK

Again on the other cheek.

"Don't you ever keep me waiting again. Do you understand me?" he growled in my ear.

SMACK

I struggled to catch my breath.

"Yes" I breathed as he rubbed my bottom.

SMACK

Before I could say more he spun me around and kissed me. Hard.

I had never been kissed like that before.

He meant business. He was letting me know exactly who he was and who I now answered to.

His hands groped me as his kiss grew deeper.

I was lost in his taste, his smell, his touch, his power.

Then it was over just as quickly as it had begun.

He moved aside and fixed my dress. Ushered me out of the alley just as a car was coming up beside us.

This time he kept his hands at his side as we walked.

"That's a very nice shade of pink" he said approvingly. I beamed inside.

My mind was racing and my body was on fire. I knew I had gotten merely a small taste of him and already my knees were weak.

For the next twenty minutes or so we walked the streets of down town and chatted. The mood was friendly and light.

Then it was time to part and I felt my chest grow heavy.

He followed me up the stairs in the parking garage, playfully lifting the bottom my dress.

The mood between us was flirty as he walked me to my car.

I unlocked my door and turned to face him. He was just causally staring at me as I asked him if he was excited for his trip.

He smiled and said yes.

I opened my door as I chatted about weekend plans and turned to throw my purse inside.

Before I knew what was happening he had me bent over my seat and my dress up.

SMACK

Again

SMACK

His hand found my breast over my dress as he pressed my backside up against him.

SMACK with his free hand.

No sooner than he had pushed me in, he was pulling me out.

His kiss sent waves of hot pleasure searing through my body and I nearly melted when his hand gripped my hair.

He left no room for error when stating his future intentions and he made sure I'd be thinking about him the whole time he was gone.

Then he walked away.

I quickly drove away, feeling flushed and a little disoriented. A smile slowly crept upon my face and before I left the garage it was a full blown cheesy grin.

I knew that I liked him. I enjoyed being in his company and listening to him talk.

But I had never experienced that kind of raw masculinity that seemed to ooze from his pores. 

I was mesmerized by the power that ran just under his surface and in awe at the control he had over it.

And I couldn't help but wish that I could make him lose that control, and be on the receiving end when he did.



The Wait



he waited for Her, it was his focus. She had left him like this, blindfolded, hands bound together behind his back, naked, kneeling with feet bound together and a rope between his wrists and ankles that kept him straight and upright. The rope from his collar kept him back against the wall. The gag in his mouth pulled tight and the cock ring circling his shaved member and separating his testicles kept him erect and waiting for Her.

his knees, his back ached from waiting like this, how long had it been, he did not know. his concentration being on keeping still and waiting, listening for the sounds that would tell him She had returned. 

More time passed but finally he heard the lock opening. Her steps passed him as She went back and forth, finally he knew She was there, in front of him. he felt Her hand as She grabbed his erect cock saying slave, I see you are glad to see me as She laughed. With a quick pinch of his nipple She was gone again, leaving him there as She went about Her business of the house. Eventually She was there with him again, and he could feel Her untying him. She undid his feet and the rope from his collar but left his hands behind his back and helped him up and led him to Her bedroom. Pushing him back where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, still blindfolded and gagged she spread his legs wide. 

he felt Her slide between his legs as Her fingers toyed with his balls. Her giggles made him smile inside. She took him in Her mouth sucking him and licking his shaft. Her lips played on his swollen head, taking him all in her mouth. Her fingers found and pinched his nipples while She sucked his cock. 

How badly he wanted to reach out and hold on to Her but his bound hands left him helpless in Her control. his breathing and moaning changed as Her mouth did wonderful things to his cock and his excitement grew. When he was feeling as though he could not last She suddenly pinched his testicles and he doubled over. Her laughter bit him as the pain mixed with the ecstasy. 

Giving him time to regain control She started on him again, Her lips playing softly on the head of his cock as She slowly brought him again near his peak, but then Her teeth raked down his cock and his muffled scream from behind the gag begged for mercy. Her laughter rang as he struggled with the pain. Good boy, slave She told him, take the pain for me as Her fingers gently massaged his balls. 

After his pain subsided She licked the honey coming from his cock before taking him again. he knew not what She would do and it mattered not as he was helpless. Her lips and mouth brought him pleasure, better than any other woman he had ever known, tingling with pleasure not knowing if or when She would hurt him as his excitement grew. 

Her sucking was intense and he tried to hold back, be ready for anything but She took him. he was helpless, totally in her control until finally he could last no longer. his cum shot violently, and She took all of it, sucking him harder, drawing even more from him. Her hand sliding on his shaft milking him completely She finished by licking the head of his cock slowly caressing it with Her tongue until She ended with a kiss. Good boy, slave, you did good, She said.

he sat there, pulling air in through his nose while She rose and playfully pushed him back on the bed. he stayed there as he heard her moving around. She came to him and pulled off the blindfold, the light making him squint as he adjusted to it. She loosened the gag and pulled it from him, telling him softly, not one word from you slave. 

She rolled him over and loosened his hands but then tied them together in front of him. She attached another rope and pulled his hands up to the top of the bed. She pushed him and he helped as She laid him out on the bed. Ankle restraints were placed on him and a spreader bar kept his legs apart. Using another rope She tied the bar down and now he was again helpless, spread out, the cock ring still keeping him at attention. She giggled as She grabbed his cock, slave you are such a fun toy. Then She left the room, leaving him like that. 

When She was ready She returned to the room. She stood over him, watching him before She slipped the robe from Her shoulders. Her nakedness was beautiful, Her brown nipples hard and erect. The little line of black hair over Her already swelling lips. Her skin was glowing and She let him take in all of Her beauty. 

She came to the bed and climbed on, placing one leg on each side of his chest. With Her fingers She spread Her lips and toyed with the ring through Her clit. You like my ring slave, She asked. Yes, he began but She slapped his face hard. Not one word slave, do I need to gag you again? he shook his head no. Good boy, slave, now do you like my ring? he nodded yes as Her fingers played with Her pussy. so close to him but he could not touch Her. She spread Her lips wide showing him Her pinkness as Her fingers stroked Her clit.

Then moving forward, Her legs on each side of his head, his lips and tongue were now in their playground, eagerly seeking Her flesh. he licked Her sweetness, enjoying the taste of Her. licking and sucking Her clit, his tongue slipping in the ring and tugging it gently as She began to undulate on his face. 

he enjoyed this pleasing of Her. his greatest joy was making Her cum over and over again, he never ceased to be amazed over Her multiple orgasms, some so close they overlapped. he sucked Her pussy, gripping the ring in Her clit with his teeth as Her body shook, Her moans were loud as Her juices flowed and he drank them. 

Not stopping he continued with Her, licking, sucking, nibbling as three times more her body yielded it's bounty to him. Her hands were on his face as She slid down him, She kissed him and then slid his throbbing cock into Her wetness.

The feeling was heaven as Her slick skin took him in. fuck me slave, She said as Her body began to ride him. he worked to drive into Her, to give as good as he got as She leaned back undoing the ankle restraints. Legs freed he pushed the bar away, hearing it clang to the floor while Her pussy gripped his cock as She danced on him. 

She leaned forward and sucked his nipple before reaching and untying his hands. Now free his hands jumped to Her erect nipples, caressing and pinching them. Pulling Her close to him he rolled Her over and came up lifting Her legs high as his hands grabbed Her hips while he drove his cock into Her, thrusting with wild abandon. he thumbed her clit while fucking Her and Her moans were driving him on. 

Suddenly he stopped, fully inside Her as enjoyed this moment, her pussy holding him tightly until he slid out. With Her help he turned Her to Her stomach and pulled Her up on Her knees. he spread Her legs as wide as they would go as he moved in close, his cock touching Her lips, teasing. Her voice was demanding, fuck me slave. 

he reached out and pushed Her head down as his cock slid into Her hungry pussy. grabbing Her hips firmly he pounded into Her. Orgasms shuddered Her as his cock continued to take Her. like an animal he fucked Her, feeling and hearing Her cum but he was building to his own release, the sight of Her as his cock took Her drove him, harder and harder until he was again able and his cum shot deep into Her. 

Her body, so beautiful like this amazed him, She was like no other woman he had ever known. He stayed like that for a little while, cock still in Her looking at Her fine skin while She hung Her head low, Her long black hair hanging at odd angles as his hands rubbed the skin on Her back. slowly he pulled back slightly, watching his cock as it slid from Her slowly. Get up slave, She said and he pulled free. She turned around to look at him, Her hand touching his cock. Slave i need something to drink before i go on, bring us some water. She sat there watching as he left for the kitchen, Her giggles followed him as he padded out...



The Wait



This story isn't necessarily erotic in itself. It is entirely true (with the only exception being that my penis is average sized, but I prefer to think of it as tiny because of how it makes me feel). My purpose in writing it the way I have is to share an insight as to what it is like for me as a husband to have to wait in anticipation to find out if my wife has chosen to grant me the pleasure of her coming home as a satisfied woman or not. Please feel free to write any responses you may have, as I'm very curious as to whether anyone finds this interesting.

"I am so drunk." My wife said as she appeared at the bedroom door.

I was actually sitting on the bed in front of the computer and lightly masturbating as she startled me with her presence. I had been horny the whole night awaiting her return and hoped it wouldn't be markedly disappointing as was usually the case. It was already about 3 in the morning, and she'd been gone since 8 o'clock that evening.

She was really looking good tonight, but it was easy to see she no longer had the lipstick on that she had when she left earlier. She wasn't dressed glamorously, just cute in a nicely snug pair of jeans and long sleeved button top.

Making no attempt to hide or excuse my playing with myself, I opened my arms to her as she gingerly leaned in to kiss me hello. Her breath smelled of alcohol, but I could swear I smelled a man's wonderful scent mixed in as I kissed and sniffed her face and neck.

"Hun, your mouth smells like dick a little bit." I whispered into her lips as we sensuously pecked at each other. I was dizzy with lust and excitement. My hand was back on my little shaved dick as I squeezed with a hungry impatience.

It's extremely rare that my wife goes out for a drink with her friends. When Lori called and said she wanted Evelyn to go out with her, I immediately voiced my approval and encouragement before she had the chance to say no. I could tell she wasn't much in the mood, but I assured her she deserved to have some fun after how hard she's been working lately.

I am in college now, and for the moment she is the only one of us who is working. It's been difficult for us financially, but we both understand the benefits of me devoting all of my time and effort to keeping the grade average high. As usual, I had homework to do and wouldn't be able to give her much attention if she did stay home.

While on hold as Lori took another call, Evelyn explained to me that Lori wanted her to go with her and a guy friend of hers to a few clubs to get drunk and have fun. Sounding like there may be some promise of male interaction, I continued to encourage her to take the night off from all the stress of life and cut loose for a change.

At my prodding, Evelyn described the guy as having blond hair and blue eyes and being a Latino/Caucasian mix. She seemed to be intrigued that someone of Mexican descent would have the blond and blue combination this guy did. She never actually answered whether he was cute or not, and I never pushed the issue.

Succumbing to the pressure from both her friend and me, she eventually agreed to go along. She went about getting showered and dressed as I went back to my homework.

Joining her momentarily in the bathroom, I made sure to remind her that if she happened to find herself attracted to that friend of Lori's or some other guy out there, that it was definitely OK and that she could use the entertainment. And of course, if she 'accidentally' ended up in someone else's bed that night that she needn't worry about me and to just enjoy the moment.

I was deeply involved in drawing out a logic circuit and truth table, when she plopped down on my back and asked what I was doing. While I thoroughly explained not only the problem I was working on, but also some theory behind it, I could feel her long gorgeous hair tickling the back of my neck. She had rearranged herself so that she was lying out along my length as I was lying on the bed with all my books and papers spread out in front of me.

She smelled so good. Continuing my little lesson on stuff she could care less about, I repeatedly inhaled her wonderful scent. Her hair, her breath, everything about her smelled good to me.

After a few minutes of enjoying her weight above me, the phone rang and off she went to answer. It, of course, was Lori letting Evelyn know they were outside waiting for her in the car.

Giving her an appreciative and tender kiss goodbye, I once again let her know that she should feel completely free to enjoy herself in whatever way she chose. I assured her that no matter what I'd be there to wait for her and, bluntly, to lick her clean if she got 'dirty.' Within moments she was out the door. I returned to my homework.

Although I was investing nearly all of my concentration on my studies, my mind still had time to drift to Evelyn and how fortunate I was to have found a partner that was not only the most attractive I've ever been with, but also the only woman I have ever had that appreciated me enough to be willing to share her stories of adulterous acts only moments after she'd enjoyed them. I have always adored that about her.

My mind kept drifting to the many occasions of watching other men take her. I've quite often prepared them to full hardness orally so that they would be able to satisfy my receptive wife. Although I quite often assisted them in bringing her pleasure, I have always loved most when I was left watching and pleasuring myself while she has herself lost in the orgasmic joy shared between only the two of them. Her focus is without bounds. Spread acceptingly beneath the force of another man, its like they are the only two in the world. As she then straddles atop his manhood and grinds him angrily into her body, I am left only to witness the miracle of her amorous hunger.

I so thoroughly enjoy reflecting back to all the moments we've shared in lust at times such as this where I am left alone to wait with hopeful longings and fantasies of innumerable pleasures she may be experiencing in the company of a man she is happily inviting inside her luscious body. The loneliness, the anxiety of being completely separated from her as she enjoys the company of another is the most exquisitely painful satisfaction I have ever known.

Although my preoccupation with my work has a mild tendency to speed the clock along through the night, the sweet agony of requested abandonment continuously tries to hold time forever in place. Minutes slowly turn to hours and as the night grows ever later, I continue to drift about through curious inquisition as to what undertakings my wife has found to occupy herself.

As midnight came and went I found it impossible to any longer continue working on my assignment. I began drifting through the Internet. Searching through Literotica.com for stories of infidelity and cuckolded husbands, I realized I hadn't showered since morning and had better be clean and fresh as a show of appreciation for what may be in store for me soon, appreciation of what she may now be doing with another man in the presence of her recently divorced friend.

Showering, I noticed I was starting to stubble and hurriedly shaved my legs and cock in anticipation of the unknown. I made sure my armpits as well were cleanly shaven and quickly dried off. After spreading lotion across my silky skin, I returned to the bedroom and put on a pair of women's cotton shorts and lay back on the bed to wait and continue surfing for stories of cuckolded men.

I felt so sexy being freshly shaven and wearing those tiny shorts that allowed half my butt to peek out the bottom. I was so anxious for her return. I couldn't wait for her to see me looking so feminine. It was a sexy reminder of the fact that I wasn't manly enough to keep her satisfied. A reminder of why she needed to feel a real man's touch.

The nervousness and pain of waiting for her was doing wonders at keeping me limp and ineffective as I ground my cock into the bed while reading. I wasn't humping aggressively, rather applying a light steady pressure. I wasn't trying reach orgasm, of course, but just adding a small bit of pleasure to the pain I was feeling, as I was sure she was messing around with someone.

I continuously found myself checking the phone to see if there is a number on the caller ID. Although the phone has not left my side the entire time she has been gone, including accompanying me in the bathroom while I showered, my mind worked to convince me that maybe she called to let me know she won't be home till morning and I had errantly missed the chance to hear her voice. Not only missed her voice, but possibly missed hearing her lover in the background. Missed knowing that maybe she ended up at a guy's apartment instead of with her friend. Missed my chance to quiet the spiraling questions of what was happening to my wife while I was stuck at home in women's shorts touching my little penis all by myself.

After finding a website with movie clips of women tricking men to have sex with other men, my cock was slowly coming back to life. Pushing it out the leg of the shorts, I started to rub more intently with my hand. I was dying to cum by that point, but knew I had to wait till Evelyn returned. It was close to 3 AM by that point. Knowing the bar had been closed for an hour already, I was even more sure than before that tonight would be everything I had dreamed.

Just as I had lost hope of being able to wait any longer to just get off all over myself I was startled by a figure standing in the darkened doorway. I hadn't even heard her come in the front door.

"I am so drunk" was all she said as she walked towards my open arms.

(Look for the next part of the story… I assure you it isn't over)



The Wait



"I'm 18," I replied to the waiter.

"Oh, congratulations! No longer a minor, huh? Well, have fun today."

"I will." I smiled one of the snottiest smiles I could manage. It worked. The waiter went straight to my parents' orders.

One of the problems I always had with empathy was when I knew someone had the hots for me and I didn't return the feeling. I developed the snobby persona to weed out most of them. I was born attractive enough that this was a problem. I supposed if I were ugly, I'd complain about attractive women who hated being attractive. For me, though, it was always just that I could tell when men I didn't like were attracted to me. I certainly didn't begrudge men being attracted to me, if I liked them, in return.

My parents took me out to dinner and bought me a cake. I'd had a separate celebration with friends earlier.

Mom and Dad weren't rich by any means, but they went out of their way for my eighteenth birthday. They even managed to save enough money to buy me a used Toyota. It was a newish model with power everything. I was in love with my car more than I was any men I knew. I intended to keep it that way, but fate is sometimes funny about things like that. There certainly was one man I was completely obsessed with, but I never expected him to even notice me, so I thought I had chosen someone very safe to lust after. It was after dinner ended and we were home that I got the phone call that would change my mind.

"Hello," I answered.

I heard the voice of my obsession on the other end. My pussy was wet in an instant. He said, "Happy birthday, little girl."

"Thanks. So, uh, you want to talk to my dad?" I immediately felt like a fool. I could hear how foolish I was in my voice. This man, named Martin, worked with my father for just over ten years. I thought about how I'd developed my first crush on him when I was eight years old. He was tall, dark, and handsome at 29, and remained perfect to my eye, in the following ten years. 

"No, actually, I wanted to talk to you. I thought I'd see if you wanted to go down to The Buzz with me."

I was stunned. This was the first hint he ever made that he was the slightest bit interested in me. I thought about making up an excuse to stay home. I didn't feel confident with myself at all. In one instant, all my hopes and dreams were being answered, and here, I was trying to run away. I stopped myself from backing out of it. It was just a coffeehouse. If things got too sticky, I could leave. I had my own car, and I was free to do as I chose, now.

"Yes, I'll meet you down there. Say in an hour?"

"Uh, well, an hour? Okay, I can do that. See you at ten, then."

"See you at ten."

Mom and Dad didn't hear the conversation. I wondered if I should lie. I thought about how things would be if my father thought of me on a date with his coworker. Albeit, Martin was younger than my father, but still older than me, and he was my father's coworker. I decided against telling my parents I was going to meet him. I left it at "friends" and didn't specify which ones. They were lenient with me in my late teens. I had never been a problem child. Sure, I had my moments, but I'd proven myself trustworthy, so far. Now I was eighteen and I'd never let them down.

I drove down to the college campus area. The coffeehouse was just across from the dorms. It was close enough to the street with the tattoo parlors and the independent record stores, and yet right across from campus. They had a healthy taste of both the underground crowd and college dwellers. I had been there with friends many, many times. They sold records and CD's upstairs, and coffee and light menu items downstairs. I dressed appropriately in black, baggy clothes. I primped my dyed-black curls, and applied a little vanity make-up. As far as I was concerned, I looked damned good. I'd never be a super model, but I'd found men didn't need supermodels. They needed people like me. This discovery had come after a long fight with myself over whether I was attractive or not. High school had been cruel, but since graduation I'd had the attention of more men than I ever thought possible. I never lacked for a date in the last two months, and I never worried about what I was going to do on any given night. I was starting to enjoy the attention that surrounded me.

I found a spot in the parking lot near a gas station. I walked briskly to the coffee/record shop, along Jefferson, under the bright lights. I was bursting with both joy and nervous anticipation. I still had a trembling fear that Martin wouldn't show up. I repeated to myself, "Oh, god, if Martin doesn't show up, I hope there's someone there that I know, instead." There was a likely chance that someone would be there. I still longed to see those almond eyes peer at me, instead of being stood up.

I was greeted by my friend, Kelly, almost as soon as I walked in the door.

She squealed, "Ara!" She then ran at me full speed ahead. She spun me around in a hug. She asked, "What are you doing here? I thought after your parents' dinner you were going to stay in tonight."

"I'm meeting someone here."

"Oh, I seeeeeeee. Who?"

I looked around. It would do no good to say his name. I made a gamble that he was there already and waiting for me to notice him. Sure enough, in a seat by the window, he was sitting by himself. I pointed for Kelly's benefit.

"Oh, my. Okay. Well, have fun." Kelly strolled off to the table with her two friends.

I sat across from Martin. I smiled and tried to infuse a sparkle in my eye that he might notice. He looked at me, and gave me a soft smile. Immediately, I started to feel his attraction to me. It was a nice reassurance. I put my hands together, and looked at him to wait to see if he wanted to start the conversation. One of the servers interrupted us, though. I ordered a cappucino and the apathetic-eyed server left us.

"Did you already order?" I asked.

"Yes, I did. I wasn't quite sure you were going to show up."

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing. I didn't even know you knew I existed."

"Good act, wasn't it? If you didn't notice, then I know no one else noticed."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

He raised his eyebrows at me and creased his forehead. He made it seem like I asked the dumbest question ever. He finally blinked dramatically at me. He said, "Oh, I don't know, maybe because I didn't like being known as the dirty old man."

"Old?"

"You heard me..." He paused, the continued, "I did hope you had noticed me. I finally figured out that you did notice me about a year ago. I caught you watching me intensely, when you came by with your dad one day. It was just after you and what's-his-name broke up."

"Oh god, you knew about Kevin?"

"It drove me nuts to know about him, but yes, I did." There was almost a singsong quality to his voice. He was indignant and a little jealous.

That warmed my heart. I said, "Aw, that's so sweet, Marty."

"Oh, please don't call me that."

"Martin, then," I said, accenting it with a slight sarcasm.

"Much better," he smiled.

"So, been keeping an eye on me this whole time. I wish I'd known! I was so obsessed with you - since I was 8. You were my first crush. And my longest crush."

He blushed at me, but it faded quickly. His hand came up under the table and stroked my knee. The feeling was delicious. It had been over a year since I broke up with Kevin. I had dated but I hadn't been touched in all that time. To have the one person I had spent years building fantasies about touch me was wonderful and painful all at once. I let my mouth open a little as I sighed. A mischevious smile broke out on his lips. I mirrored him, and gave him my own brand of mischevious smile.

He said, "I'm about ready to just dump this place and take you home and ravish you right now. You should be careful who you flash that smile at."

"I know." I just grinned right back at him, in mock innocence.

"I've been waiting a long time for you to smile like that at me."

"Well, I have to pay for this cappucino, so you better let me finish it first. Then we can go to your place, if you'd like."

Part of him still seemed to struggle. I thought maybe I had been too upfront about my lust for him. He might be intimidated by it, or think I was just a big, old slut who would sleep with anyone that came along. I watched him make a couple frowns.

He finally said, "You know, you don't have to come back with me. I mean, we can take this slowly, if you want. I don't mean for you to think I was just sitting around waiting for a virgin to corrupt, legally."

"Well... I'm not a virgin you can corrupt, in the first place... But I don't mean for you to think I've had sex with everyone I've dated. I... well... how would I say this politely?"

"Don't be polite, then."

"I mean I've had it bad for you since I was eight, and I don't see the point in waiting around anymore." Part of me hoped I would stop being obsessed with him after we had sex. Another part of me hoped it would lead into a hell of a lot more than an illicit affair. Either way, I wasn't lying about wanting to go back to his house with him.

"Too bad about your virginity..." There seemed to be a shadow in the back of his mind as he said that.

"Yes, it is. John really didn't deserve it."

He nodded at me. "I bet I could do better." He got that mischevious smile on his face again. I laughed.

"That's the spirit. I bet you could, too."

"Let's get out of here, and I'll show you."

He was quite serious with the last statement. I felt a zing of pleasure run through me.

We gulped the hot liquids we had ordered, and then I followed him down the road to a tall building that had a view of the city down below. We went up to the thirteenth floor. He let me into his apartment, and as soon as he closed the door, he had me backed up against that door. His tongue taught me how to kiss him in just seconds. He liked force. He liked to be in control. I was happy to comply with his desires. My body responded to him with its own force. I didn't even feel like I was part of me, anymore. I floated along, as his hands unbottoned my shirt and pushed away my bra. I was minimally aware that my black jeans and my black, lace panties were on the floor, now. He ran his hands up my body, and he forced my hands into the air, up against the door. He backed up and thoroughly took in the entire sight. He seemed pleased with what he saw.

I kept my hands in the air, and just looked at him study my body. A raging desire blossomed inside me. I held his eyes in mine, and the entire world faded. He finally broke his stare at me. He took one of my hands and led me deeper into the apartment. My heart beat hard as I watched him undress when we reached the bedroom. I took a long, deep breath as he finally stood before me naked. I waited impatiently as he spent another few minutes touching me. He turned my body into an object. He started at my mouth, and pushed his finger in and out. He trailed it down to the wet crevice between my legs. He watched me as I moaned and let out soft cries each time his finger slowly fucked me. He stopped this just to go a little further down, and circle the extremely delicate flesh of the most taboo of holes.

I was barely breathing when his mouth came back to mine. He stabbed me with his tongue, over and over, and allowed my tongue to caress him. When he broke away, my mouth still wanted something to latch on to. I found myself lightly stroking his neck with my tongue. I started at his shoulder and trailed up to his ear. I bit the lobe and then cupped my mouth on his neck. He backed up a bit, and guided me to his chest. I licked the skin up and down his torso. I trembled at how the flesh felt so soft and edible under my tongue. I licked up from the happy trail to the top of his sternum. I landed on his nipples, and found he was extremely sensitive. I wanted to bite at them as soon as I realized how vulnerable this made him feel. My tongue led me away from his nipples, and I bathed him even more. I let my tongue crawl to his cock. I wet him inside my mouth.

"Oh, little girl... I want you, I want you, I want you." He murmurred this as I sucked at his cock. I let this go one for a little while, before I broke the kiss with his cock.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.

"Of course I want to fuck you. I've been waiting ten years for the chance."

"You want me to pretend I'm 8, again?" I teased.

"No, just pretend I'm your first."

This thought made me laugh. My first time was awful. I had been so timid and tight that the entire thing just hurt and made me swear off sex forever. That hadn't lasted, and later, it was quite pleasurable. That first time had been terrible, though.

"No, let's just make this first time between us all that much better," I finally replied.

"That, I think I can manage."

He pushed me away from him. His head went between my legs. At first, I cringed at the thought of his mouth on me. Those who had a chance to do that to me had been just as bad as all the men in porno videos. The trick they didn't want to comply with was the extreme sensitivity of the clit, and that the tongue needs to find a way to touch indirectly. I struggled with the idea of pushing him away. He looked up at me and said, "Trust me," though, and I just laid back. I was ready to put up with it.

To my complete surprise, his tongue lapped at me gently and caressed me passionately, but perfectly. The sensation was almost too much pleasure. I felt my body build into an orgasm before I knew what was happening. I cried out his name.

"Oh, Martin, Martin, YES!" I then whispered, "Fuck me. Please, fuck me, now." The orgasm hadn't been enough. I just wanted more of him.

He stood over me and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He stood between my legs. I wrapped my legs around him, and he started to let his cock push inside me. Then, unexpectedly, he forced himself into me, sliding easily, but powerfully deep. He groaned at me.

"Too long. I waited for too long. This feels so fucking good," he whimpered. He cried out in a steady stream, "Fuck, fuck, fuck... Wanted you the whole time. 8 to 18... Wanted you."

"Fuck me, then. Keep that cock of yours inside me and let go."

He slowed his pace more, instead. An unexpected finger touched my asshole. It circled the flesh again, and pressed into me slightly. Another wave started to crest inside my body, and he finally let himself go. He forced his cock into me over and over, and my body was ready to let go, too. My pussy spasmed under the blows of his cock. I felt the waves strike inside me, a thousand and one times. He pulled himself out of my pussy, and warm fluid spilled out of him, uncontrollably. He laid down over my body. His hands ran up and down the length of my body. My mind floated in ecstacy. I knew this was just the start of something I'd only ever dreamed about for the last ten years. He reached for a towel in a basket at the end of his bed. He cleaned up his spill, threw the towel back to the basket and continued his exploration of my body.

"You know you're perfect, don't you?" he asked.

I laughed, "No, not perfect. Good, but I'll never be on a runway."

"That's not perfect, to me. You are."

I could feel blood flood my cheeks.

"Well, I must not be too bad for a 40 year old. You're positively glowing."

"You're not 40 yet."

"Close enough."

"No grays, no wrinkles, and your birth certificate says you'll be in your thirties for another seven months. Don't add time you haven't had, yet! But yeah, you're a hell of a lot better than the boys my age."

He smiled. "I know. That's the only benefit of getting older. More experience means better sex. So, like I said, not bad for a 39 year old."

I smiled evilly at him. I'd won that little battle over his age.



The Wait



My body, anxiously awaiting this moment all day, is already warming itself in anticipation of what's to come. But you like to tease, and that's what you are doing now, taking your sweet time in getting here. All I could think about is your cock exploring the inner reaches of your body. 

Of course, what I'm wearing doesn't help. A light silk blouse that almost feels like nothing on my shoulders. Matched with a short miniskirt which highlights thigh and leg. And of course, a *very* damp black lace panty finishes the description. In anticipation, I sneak a finger under my skirt, slide under my panties, and feel a river leaking from my already excited cunt. I accidentally touch my clit, and shudder in excitement. When the hell are you going to begin? 

I look up, and see you grinning from ear to ear. Oh shit, you caught me again! I'm about to stop when you say, "Oh, don't let *me* stop you. You first." 

Of course, my mind wants him, but your body says "screw him, he can wait, "So you continue. You help by sliding those damp panties down my legs while watching my finger slip into my cunt. The thought of your eyes staring as you insert first one, then two fingers deep into my pussy sends skyrockets to my brain. 

It doesn't take long. Very soon, I feel that sudden tightening of my pussy, and the intense sensation of my orgasm shoots from my clit, radiating throughout my body. I open my eyes, and see you, still grinning from ear to ear, but wearing only the smile and a very hard cock. 

I reach out to stroke your cock, but you hold me back. You proceed to remove the last pieces of clothing I am wearing. My breasts tingle as you remove my bra. Finally, we are both naked, and you walk me to the bedroom. 

I lie down, and you begin to give me a tongue and mouth bath. I KNOW this is going to be a very satisfying evening for me. You start kissing and licking my neck, slowly working your way down my shoulders. Meanwhile your hands are caressing my breasts, teasing the already hardened nipples between your fingers. I can feel the hotness reigniting in my pussy, even though I had just finished satisfying my hot flames.

I jerk my hips a bit to let you know that I want your mouth there too. You just look up at me and smile. I lay my head back and close my eyes. I feel your hot lips move all over my body, in-between my thighs and down to my feet. You slowly run your fingers along the inside of my thighs and I let out small gasps of air. I am completely in your hands and you are free to do whatever you want to me. 

I can feel your fingers get closer and closer to my wet pussy, but you never touch it. This makes me get even more wet. The anticipation is killing me. I haven't been fucked by you in almost 2 months and you re teasing the hell out of me. The thought of this makes my pussy ache even more and I start begging for you to touch my pussy. I make a move and try and touch myself but you bat my hand away and tell me to wait. I feel like I am about to cum with all the waiting. My body begins to tighten up and right when I think I am about to cum I feel your hot breath on my twat. My body loosens up again and I can feel your tongue exploring the inner folds of my pussy. You flick my clit with your tongue and I let out cries of pleasure. I want more. I reach behind your head and pull it in closer. You cant take it anymore. You get up and find some cloth and tie my hands above my head. "No more forcing it, just let me do my thing," you say. You open my legs wider as you bury your face in my hot wet cunt. My eyes are still closed so everything you do to me is exciting. 

I want your cock in my pussy so badly. I have never been so wet before with the waiting and the tying up. All I want is for you to give in and fuck me. But somehow you have mastered the waiting technique and found that teasing really turns me on. You sit up and place one hand on my lower abdomen and the other hand is working on my clit. Suddenly you take your finger and push them into my hot spongy inner walls of my cunt. I let out a scream. You push another finger in and another, until you have all of your fingers deep inside my body. You push down on my stomach with your other hand while you fist fuck me with the other. I try so hard to hold off on the orgasm but you are just too good. Within minutes I shoot my hot cum all over your hands and the bed. I beg you to fuck me. I try all sorts of words and phrases but you still wont give in. My pussy is hurting it wants your cock in it so bad. 

You keep me tied and sit on my chest and put your hard cock in my mouth. My mouth is wet and ready to suck you off. I take you all into my mouth and I can feel the head of your cock in the back of my throat. I sit up a bit so I can get on it deeper. Once your cock is nice and wet, you put your balls in my mouth. Well, that does it for you, you want to fuck me too know. You get off my chest and position your cock at my cunt. You slowly sink in all into my wet hole and my body quivers. You lean down and kiss me hard as you ram your cock deeper into my pussy. I can feel my twat get hotter and you start to pound on it, just going to town on it. You lick your thumb and press it hard on my clit before you move it back and forth really fast. You take your other hand and fondle my nipple ring with it. The intense pleasure brings me to another orgasm.

You pull out and untie me. You flip me over on my back and I get on all fours and you fuck me from behind... You grab my hair and pull my head back and fuck me harder and harder. With your other hand you lick a finger and start rubbing on my ass hole. I tell you to put it in my ass. I tell you that I want to be fucked like a naughty girl, I want to be dirty. You get so excited. You lean over and grab some lube and start working your fingers into my ass with the lube to make sure that you can get your whole cock into my tight hot ass. You pull out of my snatch and work your self into my ass. I let out screams and moans of pleasure as you start fucking my ass. I reach down and start fondling my clit. You grab my hips and pull them in and out on your cock. I love when you man handle me this way. You just use my body to get off to. You reach down and grab my tits as you start to fuck me harder. I stick my fingers in my cunt and finger myself while you fuck my ass. All the friction down there causes me to orgasm again. I can tell that you are about to.

You pull out and flip me over. You reach back and pull my hair down. I open my mouth and you jack off all over my face. I lick your hot cum off my face. You stick your cock back into my wet pussy and fuck me a bit longer before we both pass out on my bed. 



The Wait



Ginna cried out thrashing her wrist in the cuff wanting and needing it off. Kull left her attached to it in the middle of the room with a bucket to use to pee in also to drink to quench her thirst. Her wrist is throbbing with pain and bruises are forming all over from where she was hurting herself trying to get free. She sits back against the wall head hung down crying softly, wishing he would walk through that door so, she can plead with him to let her get up and use the bathroom properly like his sub would.

She does not ever remember begging and pleading so much and feeling sorry for what she did to cause such harshness from him. She looks down upon her body to see the bruises he left upon her skin in multitudes of color and size. It hurt looking at them. She curls up in a ball upon the floor with her wrist hanging from the cuff and chain in the wall, resting her head on the other arm. She closes her eyes, smelling his urine he left upon her body. 

She groans out loud still feeling the needle as it was run across her nipples, as he fucked her so hard she got bruised inside. It felt wonderfully intoxicating. She understands what it felt for a woman to go into subspace and lose herself in so much pleasure. None of what he did was out of hatred, It was out of pure love. She can still hear and feel the ugly words he kept yelling at her over and over, as he continued on and on. Ginna thought she would not be able to talk let alone rasp a word out of her throat. It was to sore and painful and when he said she had to drink urine to keep from dehydrating while he left and did not give a time for his return, she sobbed uncontrollable. She knew it would hurt her throat and it did. She had to take small sips and screamed out from the stinging pain as it passed into her throat.

She listened to all the sounds in the room which were nothing but her breathing, moans and cries of pain as she lays in wait for him. He left her a blanket to prevent her from being overly cold. She is extremely grateful that he did so. It must really be getting late now. She can feel the change in the temperature and the sun is no longer hitting her skin. She can feel the coating of cum between her thighs from him cumming all over her after he fucked her so hard. He kept cumming, as if he had a load just waiting to be emptied. She can see and feel with her eyes closed, the throbbing of him, the steeliness in his cock as he took her. Ginna shivers as she still feels the first shot of hot cum hit her thighs and feeling the stings of his strong sturdy hands as they landed on her swollen cunt spanking her leaving his hand marks all over her.

She lays drifting in and out a light sleep, her eyes are swollen and her wrist is hurting badly as well as all the marks and welts on her skin from his treatment of her today. She sleeps lightly because she is able to do so in a secured environment knowing that when he opens the door to come back to her, he will come to her as a loving Master who had to treat his whore the way a whore is treated when she does wrong and knowing that she will never be that way again to receive such treatment or humiliation.

She awakes startled, as she feels his hands on her skin, causing her to jump from the coldness. She looks at him, he is smiling as she moans with pain when he removes the cuff from her wrist. He gently slides his hands under her, picking her up in his strong arms as she rests her head against his broad chest. Kull takes her to the bathroom placing her in the hot bath with herbs to help her skin heal. She screams out and digs her nails into his skin on his forearms. The heat and herbs shock her causing her to shake and cry from the pain. He keeps telling her it is ok and just relax the stinging will stop quickly.

She intakes deep breaths and slowly let's it out trying to calm herself as much as she can. It does work quickly. She looks up at him to see him undress and her body reacts to his amazing body and cock standing at attention to her. She groans softly wanting to ignore it. The soreness is still to raw. She is afraid for more punishment should she do so. She watches as he steps in the tub with her, picking her up placing her on his lap with his cock resting against her ass. She holds her breath waiting for what he was going to do. He places the wash rag in the water and gently moves it across her face, neck and chest being so gentle with her, She cries softly.

Kull leans up and kisses her lips which are so soft against hers, as he licks them drinking from her mouth. She moans not believing how she is reacting to him, but needing his gentleness so badly it surges her desire to a new height she has never known. He moves her on his lap, sinking his cock in one thrust deeply inside of her cunt. She screams out from the pain and the pleasure of him being inside of her again. He lifts his hips thrusting up inside as they kiss and nibble on each other mouths. They groan in unison and tremble with the need that they have for the other. He thrusts harder as she moves her hips down on him crying out with so much pain she convulses and erupts in a hot orgasm atop of him. He bellows as he feels her cunt wrap and squeeze him hard inside as his hot seed burns and stings her insides. He tightens his hold keeping her there as they get their breaths back.

Kull looks up smiling at her as he takes the wash rag and completes the washing of her skin, standing her and washing her hair as he rinses her all over. He is taking such good care of her, She can not help but smile and let him do what he is doing without flinching.

They finish, he dries her and picks her up yet again to carry her to their king size bed. She moans softly as he wraps the covers over her tucking her in and kissing her on the forehead as he gets up wordlessly, walking away shutting the door. She sighs deeply and snuggles more under the covers, as she falls asleep the first time that day calm and pleasured by her Master.



The Wait Ch. 01



As he woke he felt the repeated and overwhelming need to see her, be in her presence, and be under her spell, his glorious and wonderful Mistress. She had banned him from any contact with her now for days, sending him away to entertain himself, and he truly, deeply hated it. She was testing him, he knew that, and now, days later, he understood why. She wanted him to know for certain that he did, beyond any doubt, long to be by her side and serve her as often as she would allow or demand. By her absence, she demanded that he confirm his own place at her feet, to himself and know wholeheartedly that it was what he truly wanted. 

No messages overnight to his phone from her, again. This pained him terribly.

Having spent a pleasant enough evening in the local bar with some friends, he now uncoiled himself from his bed and walked naked to his kitchen to make himself some coffee. All night he had been thinking of her. Constantly in his thoughts, she held his attention entirely. She knew it too, which made her hold over him all the more powerful and seductive. As he stirred his coffee he wondered if she may break her own silence and contact him in some way today, but he could only hope. He felt so despondent now. These had become the longest days of his life. Her immense control over him was now so apparent. Understanding her test he felt such an urgency to be allowed the opportunity to feed her needs, wants and desire. This, his own need, flooded through every fibre of him like his own life blood. Her cock, which had, once upon a time, been his own to do with as he wished, now stood hard and erect before him. He wanted her to see it. He had no place for it in his solitude away from her. 

She had set him various tasks to complete over the last few days which he had carried out diligently and with pride, in her honour. He had e-mailed her the descriptions and pictures, which she always demanded, as evidence of his completed tasks but she had not replied to any of them. This made him feel so hollow. She had allowed him one ejaculation per day, in her honour, and for these he had at first been grateful, but being unable to serve her bore so much more frustration in him now than his own desire to cum. 

Having buried himself in his work over this time without her he had managed to produce some amazing work initially, but, as the time passed he slowly realised that the lack of contact with her served as more of a hindrance to his work because he craved her presence so badly. Eventually he became so preoccupied by his desire for his Mistress that he practically stopped working altogether, hoping that she would make a demand of him soon and again he could feel fulfilled and his inner balance could be restored. 

Standing in his kitchen, drinking his coffee while her cock stood erect but ignored, he twiddled the pendant that hung around his neck on a thin leather strap. It was her mark that he wore and he looked down at it and took comfort from the fact that this item made him her property. She had given him this pendant a long time ago and it had never left him by his own volition. She had once removed it from him, herself, telling him he was free to leave her, as she discarded him one evening, but, he simply crumbled without being her slave and begged her to replace the pendant around his neck, making her ownership over him complete. She owned him now and he had to sense this mark, her mark, about him in order to feel whole and complete.

Standing for a long time under the flow of the shower, he assessed his submissive position again as he had so many times over the last few days. Sadness filled him as steam filled the bathroom. Time passed as he remained in that place turning thoughts around in his mind. Had she discarded him for good? Perhaps she had grown tired of him? This thought filled him with dread and despair, his stomach knotting as a result. Life without her would certainly be a poor impression of the full and complete life he had come to know and hold dear since she had owned him. 

He stood in his bedroom; a small towel wrapped around his waist, and quickly made his bed. She might, one day, turn up unannounced and view his humble abode so he always prepared it in her honour just in case. Dreams of being able to make love to his Mistress in his own bed always filled him with lust and desire, but he knew it would never happen. She may never come here and he knew it. Having dried himself he dressed quickly, and made his way to his laptop hoping that she may have sent him an e-mail overnight. Normally he would have masturbated in her honour already by this hour in the day but today he just couldn't. What was the point? There were no e-mails from her. He now felt so totally cold, empty and alone, yet he continued to yearn for her, his Mistress, his Goddess.

-0-

Sat in his chair wondering what he could possibly do to pass his time today, a Saturday; he drifted off again into his fantasy world, his Mistress dominant over even his thoughts. Drifting in and out of reality he felt swoons of need and desire sweep over him, surrounding and smothering him. Why won't she contact me? Surely he would implode soon as a result of his own need to serve her.

Suddenly, he was jolted back into focus as the buzzer of the intercom to his flat screeched through the silence. The postman maybe. Not wishing to talk to, or see, anyone today he pressed the "Entry" button on the handset and the electronic alarm ceased. He returned to his chair and flopped down into it heavily. The postman would have to leave the delivery on the doormat and depart. He hoped the delivery would not require a signature. He didn't want to open the door to anyone.

He heard footsteps on the stairs outside his flat. They didn't sound familiar. Certainly not the burly postman. Perhaps one of his friends from last night had decided to come and see him, bored by their own Saturday already, but for much more different reasons to his own now. Sharply, the footsteps stopped just short of his front door and he concluded that it must be the postman. His brain automatically waited for the footsteps to move away again but they did not. Someone was standing just outside his front door. Just standing there. He had no desire to find out who it was or see anyone today. Whoever it was would have to presume he was in bed and go away again, so he tried to ignore them.

Unexpectedly, there was a heavy thud on the door; a single, firm, solid knock which startled him a little. He refused to move from his chair. Whoever it was could just go away. He waited again hoping to hear the footsteps move away but there was only silence. He became a little annoyed. One of his friends was obviously outside now and he knew they would want his attention all day. All he wanted to do was to sit and immerse himself in thoughts and dreams of his Mistress. He didn't need this hassle at all. 

Eventually, and reluctantly, he sighed, pulling himself up out of the chair and made his way to the door. He did not bother to check the peep hole and with dread in his heart that his thoughts of her would be interrupted by an outsider, he opened the door.

Stunned beyond reason and without thought, he instantly fell to his knees. There she stood before him, his Mistress, his Goddess, in all her power and glory on his doorstep! Deep joy filled him immediately. Instantaneously, he felt the inner warmth fire up within himself and it felt so, so good to be finally in her presence again. He bowed his head, his entire body shaking uncontrollably now, his throat too dry to speak, his heart racing in his chest. He could feel her warmth, supremacy and dominance and it filled every fibre of his being like a massive hit of heroin. Total euphoria overwhelmed him, now, and he felt a tear escape his eye and run down his cheek, he was so unbelievably happy in this moment. He dare not move at all. His knees felt uncomfortable on the coir door mat but he just could not move. He was shaking too much. 

All he could see were her beautiful feet encased in sumptuously elegant boots he had not seen before. He loved them already and they suited her feet so deliciously. Long pointed patent leather toes with a shard of metal along the tip of the toe of each boot, and long metallic spiked heels. He wanted to worship these boots that contained her feet so perfectly but he must wait for her command.

Gently she placed a hand upon the top of his head and softly spoke to him.

"Have you missed me?" She purred

He nodded his agreement, quivering at the sound of her voice, shaking uncontrollably. It had been so long since she had spoken to him. He felt he would burst now with complete contentment.

"Then, let me in, my slave" She demanded, more firmly.

Quickly he shuffled on his knees, his head still bowed, moving to one side in order to allow her past him. She sauntered into his flat, her long leather coat tails brushing past his face as she did so. He felt so consumed by her already that he felt quite faint and had to control his breathing to stay focussed and alert. In two short words she had confirmed that she still owned him and gratefully he felt whole again once more. 

She moved with grace and purpose around his living room throwing her keys down onto the table with a crash which startled him. He heard her peel away the long leather coat and drape it across the back of his chair, the smell of the expensive leather already filling his room and nostrils. She strode around the room obviously surveying his home then came to a stop three paces in front of him. Again he caught a glimpse of the toes of her boots and admired the glistening shine of their perfection.

"Look at me!" She ordered in a controlled voice.

He lifted his head and allowed his eyes to work slowly upwards soaking in each millimetre of her body as it became revealed to him. The boots were masterpieces in their own rights being thigh length, highly polished and obviously crafted to perfection. He wondered if they were bespoke and if she had ordered them to her own personal specifications. Above the boots she wore incredibly tight black trousers which hugged the contours of her hips and thighs smoothly without a seam or stitch in sight. She was perfection to him already. The trousers were made of a soft elasticised material and he wondered if they may be jodhpurs, leggings or something similar. He noted how the material gripped tightly to her body and defined the contours of her perfectly. He ached now, so much so that it burned him inside. 

His eyes continued to ascend and he saw that she was wearing a very deep and thick leather cinched belt about her waist. Not quite a corset but still pronouncing her waist, hips and bust. Her upper body was contained within a skin tight black top which fitted snugly around her breasts, arms and shoulders defining her faultlessly. The sleeves of the top were long and ended at her slim beautiful wrists which were now propped on her hips as was her normal stance. Her hands were contained in tidy leather gloves which she always wore whilst driving. Glittering as always about her neck hung her pendant which he had come to admire as part of her. She was indeed perfection stood before him. He dared not look at her face. At times she denied him this pleasure and at others he stopped himself as she could entirely overpower him with one look from her beautiful eyes.

"Look at me!" She cooed, again, as she moved in closer.

He allowed his eyes to move up to her face now; craning his neck up to her as she stood immediately in front of him, inches away, his neck straining to look directly upwards. Then, in one split second, she hooked him! Her eyes made contact with his and he was lost in her, all sense of himself totally surrendered to her in a single gaze. She smiled, knowing the response in his own eyes and gently stroked the side of his face.

"Which door leads to your bedroom?" She asked, softly.

"That one, my beautiful Goddess" he replied, almost choking on his own words, briefly raising his hand to point to his bedroom door.

"Good", she replied, moving away from him, "Follow me!" She demanded.

He shuffled behind her on his hands and knees like a faithful dog, still fully clothed in his normal weekend attire, marvelling at the way her boots sparkled and glistened in the light and the perfection of the fit around her gloriously long legs. 

She seated herself on the edge of his bed and lighted a cigarette. He was overwhelmed with entire gratitude that at long last his bed had now been graced with the physical presence of his Mistress, his Goddess. He would cherish this moment forever.

"Strip now!" She ordered rather flippantly, blowing smoke into the air, not looking at him, while peeling off her leather driving gloves and folding them neatly between her beautiful hands. 



The Wait Ch. 02



He stripped quickly before his Mistress, eternally grateful that he had the foresight to shower and shave this morning. He still couldn't believe she was here in front of him, but here, indeed, she was! He had ached for her for so long now and she had appeared as if by magic. It was as if she had responded to his immense need for her. His heart pounded solidly in his chest as he stood before her now, his cock apparently wanting to burst from its own skin. Pre-cum oozed out of him as he tried so hard to focus and control himself.

She eyed him some more as she finished her cigarette, smiling wryly now, her lips curling slightly in one corner. She unfolded her long legs and hooked each foot adeptly around each of his hips. Tingles of desire pulsated throughout his body as the undersides of her heels pulled him to her. The fabric of her boots creasing his skin as they pulled him forward towards her. He stumbled slightly as he adjusted his own weight and centre of gravity. He grappled to control his mind, so consumed now by desire, joy and pleasure.

"Ssshhh... Steady... Stay standing, my slave," she added as she raised her open palm in a gesture for him to halt.

"I'm going to inspect you!"

He adored this about her. She always inspected him with such close scrutiny. She had carried out this act on the very first day they had met and every time since that wondrous day whenever he had been allowed in her company. She appeared fascinated by his cock and balls and he loved watching the still, intent gaze on her eyes as they took a critical and closer look at the now very erect cock. 

"You haven't masturbated today, my slave?" She quizzed, apparently knowing the answer.

He shook his head, unable to speak even if he wanted to now. She didn't move her eyes from his cock but felt his response.

"I can tell... You are ready to burst," she cooed at him, her devilish smile clearly apparent again.

He feared that if she touched him right now, at this precise moment in time, he would be totally out of control and would shoot a fountain of cum all over his own stomach, even though he was still standing. The fire of lust now burned deep within him. He wanted everything she was going to give and take from him today and always. It had been far too long that he had not seen her. He clenched his buttocks trying to compose himself his clammy hands knotted together behind his back. His mind rapidly trying to focus on anything that would help his control of his urges.

She leaned over, abruptly, closing in on him as if she spied a speck of dust on him somewhere, focusing her investigative glare over him even more acutely. Something had taken her attention. "Oh, dear God, please tell me I am not blemished," he thought. She tilted her head to one side, inquisitively, as she neared him. There was absolutely no other emotion in her face now, just total fascination. She involuntarily licked her lips and he caught a glimpse of her soft pink tongue as it grazed over them.

Then she stood, towering over him, by inches, in her wonderful new high heeled boots. His eyes were now directly in line with her mouth and he noted her deep red lipstick which had been expertly applied. Her skin was as soft as ever and lightly dusted with a delicate layer of make-up. He didn't dare to focus on her eyes again. They would overwhelm him in a flash.

His mind rushed as she placed her hand on one of his shoulders and applied enough pressure to make him kneel before her. Again, he was reduced to his submissive position below her, his eye line now exactly in line with her groin, snugly encased in the tight black trousers. He felt he would choke on his heart as, momentarily, he thought he caught a glimpse of a slightly darker patch at her crotch suggesting she was aroused and wet in his presence. The ultimate reward.

She raised her right foot and placed the sole of her beautiful boot on his left shoulder as he knelt before her. 

"Do you like my new boots, my slave?"

He nodded again feeling her sensual warmth so close to him. 

"They were specially designed to make you feel humble," she commented.

Torturously, she leaned forward and stroked the boot from the tip of the long pointed toe, over her foot, across her ankle and up her long shin, over her knee, and then along the inside of her long thigh. He felt such a passionate desire to pleasure his Mistress now. She was making him swoon. Their time apart had been too much for him. She had captivated him before, but now she took him to new heights he had not previously known existed.

"Fetch that chair and sit on it" she commanded, pointing to the seat in the corner of the room, whilst removing her foot from his shoulder.

He did as ordered and quickly wheeled the swivel chair back to his position in front of her. His cock still bobbed and bounced in front of him. He could hang weights from it now it was so hard and engorged. He felt as if this powerful erection would never leave him. It felt so solid and forever. He sat on the prickly material of the seat and leaned back into the chair which had no sides or arms. He let his own arms hang loose by his sides knowing that she would not want her view of his genitalia obscured by him placing his hands in his lap.

She moved up to him and reached behind him to the back of the chair. Careful she moved him around so that his back was now towards her. She closed in on him, sliding the long, slender fingers of her right hand under his chin, pulling his head back into her stomach. She made him look up at her. He wanted to close his eyes but couldn't. She held him now, with her hands, her eyes and her aura. He was totally powerless. Her eyes questioned his own, as if searching his soul and reading his thoughts and memories. She smiled an almost sweet smile, flicked her eyes in a forward gesture and released his jaw allowing him to bow his head forward.

She leaned over him now pressing her weight slightly against his shoulders. He loved to feel the warmth of her. Her hands reached forwards and she took his bulging cock in her hands and stroked it in a totally non-sexual way, as if she were stroking a small dog. This teased him all the more intently because he knew he would respond and his cock bounced before him involuntarily.

"Stay there!" She demanded.

He heard her then moving about behind him for a few moments. He heard the springs in his bed squeak and wondered if she had sat down again. What was she doing? He couldn't even begin to guess. She had once before left him in a room unattended like this for hours on end and he hoped now, with all his might that this wasn't such a time. 

Then he heard her moving behind him again and could hear her breathing. His mind rushed with imagery.

"Turn around, now, my slave," she almost whispered, he almost didn't catch her words.

He pushed himself round in the chair using his feet and, then, his eyes were filled with a vision of her total sexual power. There she lay before him on his bed. Somehow she had managed to remove the trousers and her top leaving the cinched leather belt around her waist and the long boots on her legs. She had managed to dig her spiked heels into the softness of his duvet so her knees were raised in front of her. Her legs were open to him now and he could see the wonder of her beautifully trimmed pussy which glistened with moisture. He swooned again. The pure sexual majesty of this woman was so overwhelming and she was now, after all this time, lying on his bed with her sex open and on show to him.

"Now..." she questioned him, "my sex... slut... slave... How much have you missed me?"

-0-

He sat there in the chair only a few feet away from her; totally in awe of the vision before him. He just could not respond. He was frozen in his total adoration for his Mistress. Every fibre of his body was consumed by ache for her now. She had previously let him touch her and had used him as her sexual slave a long time ago and he knew how good it was to be able to touch her, taste her and be inside her. How beautiful her pussy looked to him now. She had been teaching him his ultimate lesson over these last few weeks and now he fully understood her meaning. She now owned him entirely. He belonged to her totally. He was hers to do with as she desired, in any way, shape or form. He could never escape this feeling. He was her slave.

"I see my time away from you has made you insolent," she barked at him due to his lack of response.

He shivered and cleared his throat in a vain attempt that his meek swallow would be give him the strength to speak. She eyed him fixedly now. He could see that she knew and felt her entire power over him. She had total control of him. 

"Yes, my Goddess..." he croaked in a weak and feeble whisper, "I have missed you so much, my glorious Mistress."

"Good boy! That's better" she replied, dismissively, as she moved her position slightly so she was more comfortable upon his humble bed.

The sensations of total submission filled every cell in his body. He was consumed by her. It had been so long now since she had used him for her own sexual please and he so hoped that today may be the end of his long and painful wait. He was not allowed to have his own needs and desires since he had been under her control but inside his animal lust took such a hold, he just knew he must have her soon.

She moved her hand suddenly and startled him as he remained frozen in his modest chair. A single strand of her hair had become caught in her eyelashes and she dismissed it casually smiling at him as she did so. His cock bobbed in front of him again. Her hand then moved down to the soft white skin of her throat. He had once been allowed to kiss her in this most sacred of places, to smell her perfume and feel her sighs escaping from her beautiful mouth. Her fingers lingered there as if she could read his thoughts. His cock became impossibly even harder. He felt it would turn to stone if it became any more erect. Slowly her fingers trailed an imaginary line from her soft neck along the centre line of her chest, between her ample breasts and down across her soft stomach. She flinched slightly as if she had tickled herself, the smile at her lips flexing in response.

His mind whirled and twisted. She loved to torment him like this on many occasions but generally it was during periods of extended servitude and chastity. He had been allowed to develop a way of dealing with her torments in that way. Now was different. So much power from her swept over him. Starved of her for so long and now with her laying here he felt consumed by it. If he were a disrespectful kind of man, he would not have been able to control himself. But she controlled him totally now. He had no choice but to fall under her spell. She could so easily rise now and leave him, and he knew it. He feared that she would discard him now. "Dear God, Leave her with me now," he thought.

Her long slender fingers which were tipped with immaculately manicured nails stroked lower still. She tipped her head backwards letting out a soft sigh obviously ignoring him now. She was in admiration of her own body and he may lose her to this moment as he had on so many previous occasions. She had made him watch her so many times but he remembered them all in full. Each and every one engrained in his mind.

He bit hard against the inside of his cheek in order not to moan aloud. His own breath had shortened - his pulse raced. She would make him ejaculate as he sat here untouched if he was not controlled and focussed. Down her soft hand persisted until her finger tips were stroking the outside of her downy soft mound, slipping down to her velvety outer labia. 

Sometimes these moments of torment became so painful within him that he almost hoped that something would happen to distract him away from her but he could not tear his eyes away for a second. He was addicted to her. She had started to stroke herself now, her breathing coming shorter, and the familiar rosy glow rising to her breasts and cheeks. She was so beautiful. Her long legs contained within the exceptional boots, her waist pulled in by the belt which only served to accentuate her sumptuous hips and breasts.

Her breasts started to rise and fall more now as her breaths became deeper. She had started to slide her fingers between her beautiful inner labia which were now slippery and wet with her own arousal. His balls were burning now - his need so enormous. He so wanted to be able to please her. But he knew he must wait. 

She slid her long and supple fingers onwards, then, deliciously entering her stunning cunt gently but with purpose. He loved to watch her do this. She always managed to tip her hips at just the right point and give herself the greatest angle for ultimate penetration. He knew how much this woman knew her own sexual pleasure at the touch of her own hands, but he still marvelled at the wonder of it. He would absorb her every movement with total accuracy. He would learn how to please her as she pleases herself, so effortlessly. Pre-cum oozed out of his straining cock and slid down the shaft onto his neatly trimmed pubic hairs and he knew it had happened but his eyes were fixed on her now. Transfixed he waited and watched as her fingers slid slowly in and out of her hungry pussy. He could smell the delicate scent of her sexuality filling his room. He would sleep comfortably in this room for as long as the slightest hint of her smell remained within it.

"Come... now... my adoring slave... Lick me with your gentle tongue," she called to him through her own breath.

He was so stunned by this request of him that he almost missed it. Surely he would not be so lucky as to taste her, now, today? Or, by some hidden perception, had she knowingly sensed his entire need for her. His prayers were now being answered. Indeed, it would appear, she had.

His legs, now totally numb resulting from the total adrenaline rush of her request and excitement of again being able to touch her once more, carried him shakily across the small distance between the chair and where his Mistress now lay open in front of him on the bed. He crawled up onto the bed on his knees softly, careful not to touch her at all. He knew he must now fold himself up in the position she had ordered before, kneeling tightly with his hands held firmly behind his back. If his arms fell forward to balance himself she would certainly kick him off the bed altogether with one gesture of her long and elegant legs. He must focus now, concentrating his desire to serve her into every muscle in his quaking body. She had once handcuffed him to suit her needs in this position. He now wished his wrists were restrained once more. At least he wouldn't have to force his now heavy arms behind him. But now he had no choice.

Slowly he inched his face towards her, intently focused on her juicy and welcoming temple of worship. It was so, so long since he had been allowed to taste her delicious sweetness directly from her divine body. Many times she had taunted him with her flavour on her fingers or toys. Today was truly a gift from her to him. Quickly he licked his lips and drew a deep sigh of a breath as he closed in to her as she watched him closely. He could feel the warmth radiating from her as he edged ever closer. She adeptly moved her fingers allowing her labia to fall around his tongue while the miraculous sensation swept through his entire body as his tongue touched her. Electrical charges fired through every synapse in his body. A total rush filled him, as if addicted to some mystery drug. He was. She was his drug now. 

Gently and tentatively he allowed his agile tongue to sweep along her now sopping wet slit. He swallowed her nectar down relishing in the taste of her. She moved her hips under him guiding him into her deepest recesses now, lifting and grinding her pussy up onto his tongue and chin. He must compose himself now. The urge to devour her suddenly overwhelming him. He must be so gentle and pleasing to her now, his own cock totally numb with the need for release. If he were, in any way, to upset or antagonise her now she could reject him indefinitely. 

He relished in his actions working his tongue over her whole pussy, sucking her long silky labia up into his mouth while she cooed and sighed to his gentle touch. She could still reject him and he must work more impressively to keep her aroused and to ultimately feel her own female ejaculation spill out over his waiting tongue as he worked her to her fantastically powerful orgasm. This sometimes softened her and as a result she may then allow him his own relief. He so needed to orgasm now his own thighs saturated with his sticky pre-cum. He must wait! She could still hold it in him for hours, days or weeks yet. 



The Wait was Well Worth It



This was it. Finally I was heading into Morristown one Saturday morning to meet a woman I have missed for ten years now.

I am from India. About 11 years back I had started meeting people online and chatting with them. Mostly women. Then began to have cyber sex with some. But nothing very satisfying. In the background of a lousy marriage that I was stuck in, it only left me feeling more frustrated.

It was then that I met her. It started initially as plain cyber sex. But after the cybering, we got around to talking more. Her name was Tina. Separated with two kids, working as a nurse. Struggling to make ends meet.

We began to talk more often. Not all our chats would result in (cyber) sex. But still we felt good talking to each other. It felt as if we were right for each other.

But 15 months later there was silence. She came back online 3 months later and told me that her computer had crashed. And if something happens again, she could not afford a new computer.

The inevitable happened. We lost touch. I never got to know if her computer had crashed or if anything had happened to her. Or maybe she had met somebody out there and felt it prudent to stop talking to me.

Well. That was ten years ago. Meanwhile my life had its fair share of ups and downs. My wife had died of a sudden and massive heart attack three years back. And last year my daughter married her longtime boyfriend and they had moved to Singapore.

I was living alone just concentrating on my work when the unexpected happened. I had to make a trip to USA. I wondered if it was worth trying to meet Tina. After all, all I had was the name of the place she worked in ten years back. After much tossing and turning I decided to try my luck. 

And so here I am. I get into town and dial the number of the hospital. It is still a mystery how I still had it with me. More surprising was it had not changed in the last ten years! 

I got the directions and headed towards the hospital. Went straight to the reception and asked for her. The receptionist eyed me quizzically and asked if it was personal or official. I said personal. She said personal guests were not allowed. I told her I have come all the way from India and would be leaving town the same evening (well, that was my plan if I did not get to meet Tina) and so it would be nice if I could meet her now. She finally agreed and rang up Tina.

The receptionist put the phone down and told me Tina would be here in five minutes. I sat and waited. It was probably the longest five-minute wait.

The moment she walked in I knew it was her. I had vague memories of her face from the pic which she had sent (and which I lost when my comp crashed) and of course she was in her uniform and that can make it even more difficult to recognise.

She walked up to me and introduced herself. I asked her if she recognised me. She looked blank. "I am Ravi from India." 

Her eyes widened as she realised what was happening. She cupped her mouth in surprise and said, "I can't believe it!" 

We hugged and then sat down. I did not want to waste time. I told her that I am here for the weekend and would like to spend time with her. If she was not free then it is fine with me and I would leave the same day.

She thought a while. In that period of silence, I began to have a feeling that this was not going to work out. Maybe she was married. Maybe she was living with somebody.

She finally spoke. "I can be free in the afternoon, say about 12.30 PM. Why don't we meet here then. Meanwhile you can just look around town. And have a bite at the restaurant opposite. It is pretty cheap."

I couldn't believe it! "Great! See you at 12.30!" And with that we both got up. She kissed me on my cheek and said "look forward to seeing you." 

I had about two hours to kill. I walked straight to the restaurant not because I was hungry but because I needed to sit down someplace and calm myself down. I was too excited.

I didn't go anywhere else. At 12.15 PM I showed up and told the surprised receptionist that Tina has asked me to wait here.

Tina was five minutes before time. She had changed into a T-shirt and a skirt. She looked wonderful. She came to me and said "let's go!".

I followed her to her car. Once I got in I wanted to know where we were headed. She said she had booked a room in a motel just outside town. Is it because of her kids? Who takes care of them when she is away? She laughed and said they are no longer kids. Both are in college and living in a hostel. Though the college was not really far, they were not expected this weekend. She had decided against going to her place as she could have got emergency calls from the hospital and it would have been difficult to refuse. "This way nobody will be able to locate me!"

I smiled to myself at her smartness. We drove quietly for the next 15 minutes or so. The only conversation was about getting something to eat. Fortunately she had also eaten and so both our stomachs were full.

Tina quickly finished the formalities at the motel and got the key to our room. She unlocked the door, allowed me to step in first, then came in and locked the door behind her.

And then something happened that threw me completely off guard. She threw her handbag, pushed me against the wall, took my face in her hands and kissed me.

Not a small peck. It was a hard kiss, her tongue forcing my lips to part and let it in. I was too surprised to react at first. But soon I threw my bag away and wrapped my arms around her. She pressed her body against me. I could feel her breasts on my chest while my cock was pressed against her stomach and growing. Our hands began to move over each other as we hugged each other tightly not wanting to let go.

She broke the kiss, only to drag me to the bed. We began to kiss again rolling over each other trying to make up for the lost time. I moved over her and as we kissed began to push my cock against her pussy even though we had still not removed our clothes! This dry humping turned her on and she broke off the kiss and said "if you continue this way I am going to cum in my panties."

We both sat up. I removed her T-shirt. I removed her breasts from the bra and started sucking them, nibbling the nipples. As she removed her bra, my hands went down. She was wet down there. I stroked her pussy through her panties. Moaning with pleasure, she began to push my head down. I removed her skirt and then her panties.

I saw her glistening pussy for the first time. She spread her legs and I did what I have been wanting to do for the last ten years.

I began to lick her pussy tasting her juices. I dug my tongue deep in her. She began to moan louder and before I knew it, she shuddered and came. I allowed her cum to flow on my face. Just the feel of her warm juices on me felt so good.

I moved up to her and she licked my face, cleaning it off her cum. She then pushed me on my back and began to undress me. Allowing her fingers to stroke me sensually as she did it.

She rubbed my nipples. Kissed them as her hands went to my cock and stroked it. It was my turn to push her head. She took my cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the head making me moan with pleasure. She then began to stroke my cock as she licked and sucked it. The other hand was playing with my balls. Her breasts were pressed against my thighs.

Soon I was ready to cum. I told her that I wanted to cum inside her first. She climbed up to me and we kissed. A deep and passionate kiss. And as we kissed she positioned her pussy above my cock. I thrust upwards and my cock easily slid inside her. God! This was so much like we had talked. She had not forgotten!

I rolled her over and pushed my cock deep inside her. We began to move together increasing our pace perfectly till we both let out a moan and came.

The feeling of our coming together was better than I had ever imagined. We had finally become one in body and soul!

We remained like that, kissing each other till I became limp and my cock slipped out. I then got up and placed my cock above her face. She knew what I wanted. She sucked it and cleaned it of all the juices, ticking my balls as she did so.

We then lay next to each other. We were silent for a while. She then said "Let us clean ourselves." She got up to go to the bathroom.

And for the first time I had a real good look at her. She was a BBW in the true sense of the word. She really looked wonderful, well proportioned.

She came out of the bathroom soon. But with a towel in her hand. It was wet. And she began to clean me up. She is used to doing it to her patients. But her doing it to me showed how much she cared.

I was now in a semi-lying position. She came over, took the sheet and covered us and rested her head on my chest. I placed my arms around her and we began to talk.

I updated her on what has been happening in my life. She did likewise. She was worried about her work. She told me that while she enjoyed her job she was not happy with the hospital. She said now that her kids were in college she could move out and take a job elsewhere but she had not made a serious effort in that direction.

She told me she had not dated anybody in this period. And since she did not have a computer, she never had cyber sex either! 

I confided that I was better off as I had cybered with a few others but nothing was as satisfying as it was with her. But sex with my wife had always been the same: totally absent.

And before we knew it the time was 5 PM. We decided against going out for a bite. We ordered something and when the room service guy came up with the stuff, I just wrapped a towel around me and let him in while Tina was in the bathroom. We decided that we will spend the weekend together completely naked without any clothes on.

Tina had ordered some cream pie. I thought it was for her and thought nothing of it. We both munched the bread and eggs that we had ordered. I had some tea while Tina went to wash her face and comb her hair.

She came back looking fresh. She came up to me and held my face with her hands. Kissing me she said, "I really dont know how to thank you. I had lost hope I will ever get to see you." And tears flowed down from her eyes.

I kissed her eyes and told her, "There is nothing else I wanted to do more than meet you. I am glad I could do it."

And we kissed. Deep and passionate kiss. And as we kissed our hands began to move all over each other. She kissed my chest, rubbing my nipples with her tongue. She went down and took my cock in her hands. I expected her to take it in her mouth but instead she rubbed her face over it. She then moved up so that my cock was between her breasts. The feeling was intense and I said if she continued this way I would cum. 

She then got up and took some of the cream pie and rubbed it over my cock. "What are you doing?" I asked. 

"Shut up and just enjoy". And she then began to lick and suck my cock. God! This was the first time somebody was ever sucking my cock. And what a way to do it! We both made loud noises as our pleasure intensified. 

Then she dipped her finger in the pie and reached out to my asshole and began to stick it in. I was in heaven. As she increased the pace I was writhing in pleasure till I finally came. She swallowed my cum completely without spilling a drop.

She looked at me and said she had always wanted to do this to me. I told her how wonderful I felt but it was now time for me to do something. I made her lie on her stomach and began to squeeze her butt. I spread her legs and began to lick between them. She raised herself giving me free access to her pussy. I kept licking her pussy while feeling and stroking her clit. Whenever I sensed she was ready to cum I would move away. She begged me to make her cum but I refused. 

After this happened three or four times, I got up and placed my cock above her pussy. She thrust back towards me and my cock slid inside her. She realised that doggie was my favourite position. We now began to move faster and as she came with a loud moan, I shot my load into her. I kept cumming as I leaned forward and squeezed her breasts. 

When we were done cumming, she pushed me out, made me lie on my back and straddled me. Her breasts were right above my face. She said "I have never come across anybody so naughty as you" and she began to slap me with her breasts. God! It felt wonderful. I could take it no longer and just pulled her down on me and we hugged each other tightly, her breasts mashed against my face.

She moved and lay next to me and asked, "Is there no way you can extend your stay here?" I said no. 

Pause. Then before I realised it I began to say, "I can offer you a job in India though." 

"What kind of a job?" 

"You have to be the nurse to a 58-year-old widower who lives alone as his only daughter is in Singapore. The payment will be next to nothing but the perks will be great!"

She looked at me, kissed me and said, "I accept that offer."

And what followed was 18 hrs of intense lovemaking interspersed with 2 hours of sleep and another 2 hours of planning for the future. 



The Waiter



She was not a beauty in the traditional sense, but there was something about her that demanded attention. The first night he saw her sitting at his table, he was drawn to her; by the second night, he realized he was hopelessly infatuated with her. He was sure she felt it too, the sensuality that seemed to pervade their every encounter. Every look, every smile, every word she said seemed to be a subtle seduction, and he could not believe how much he wanted her.

He knew there were risks, for both of them. As a member of the crew of this luxury cruise ship, he was not permitted to interact socially with the passengers; any advances he made, welcome or not, could result in his immediate dismissal if anyone were to witness and report such actions. And she was not available – she had told him so herself, and even if she hadn’t, the diamonds on her left hand were there for all to see. But the chemistry between them seemed so very real!

She felt it too, and was a bit surprised. Having always been aware of the sexual power she had over men, she was used to using it to her advantage; but she had not expected to be so strongly attracted to anyone on this cruise ship, and especially not the waiter who served them dinner each night! She was only on this cruise to keep her mother company, and she hadn’t anticipated anything more than a week filled with sunbathing and shopping. But every time she looked at him, she realized how much she wished for a more private encounter.

He could feel her watching him, even when his back was turned. So often he was tempted to turn around and catch her eye, to go to her and whisper that they should meet somewhere later. He imagined walking on the deck one night, and finding her standing alone, looking up at the moon and stars. He would walk up behind her and put his hands on her waist, and she would turn to him, smiling, knowing there was no one else it could be. He would return her gaze for a moment, savoring the anticipation and excitement he saw in her eyes; and then he would kiss her.

He knew the kiss would be gentle at first, but quickly it would become more urgent and hungry. She would wrap her arms around his neck and lean into him; he got hard even now, just thinking about the feeling of her voluptuous form being pressed up against him. She would be wearing one of those flirty little sundresses she favored, and he would not be able to keep from sliding his hands up under her dress to fondle her lovely ass. He would turn his attentions from her lips to her neck, kissing her softly there before moving to her earlobes. Somehow he knew that gently licking and sucking her ear would make her moan with pleasure, making him absolutely desperate to have her.

Brazenly hoping not to be discovered, he would turn her around and press her up against the deck rail, moving himself against her so she could feel his arousal. He would lift up her skirt and be even more turned on to discover she wasn’t wearing panties; his fingers would explore her pussy and massage her clit, doubtless finding her to be soaking wet and waiting for him. He knew that it wouldn’t take much to bring her to orgasm, to feel her gasp and shudder as she came while he fingered her pussy, and that afterward she would beg him to fuck her, and he would be unable to resist. 

He would unzip his pants to release his throbbing cock, and thrust it inside her so hard that it would make her moan; she would lean slightly forward over the deck rail, and he would grab her hips and fuck her so hard she couldn’t help but cum again and again. He could practically feel her tight, wet pussy throbbing as he plunged in and out of her, his balls slapping against her, until he finally came deep inside her.

She had fantasies, too. She dreamed of him coming to her cabin late one night, having no pretense other than that he simply had to see her. She would let him in and put out the “Do Not Disturb” sign to allow them privacy, and as she turned around he would take her in his arms and kiss her. She felt the same way he did, that the kiss would be sweet at first but would quickly take on a life of its own, filled with passion. She would rip his shirt off and run her hands over his muscular chest, then pull him closer for another hungry kiss. He would pull her dress off over her head, and gaze lustfully at the red sating bra and thong she wore underneath; she would take advantage of his distraction and unbuckle his pants, pushing him onto the bed, where she would climb on top of him.

Once there, she would kiss his face, his neck, then work her way down his chest and stomach until she got to his cock. She wanted to take him in her mouth, but first a little teasing – she would kiss the insides of his thighs, then lick his balls, and by then he would be begging her to suck his cock. Happy to oblige, she would take him in her mouth and blow his mind. She knew she gave good head, and she wanted to see the look on his face when he realized she meant to suck him off. She would use her lips, her hands, and even her teeth to bring him to the most amazing climax he’d ever had, and she would top off his enjoyment by swallowing every bit of his cum, licking his cock until it was completely clean.

After that, she would remove her bra and thong and climb on top of him again, relishing the feeling of their naked bodies, the sensuality of skin on skin. He would wrap his arms around her and they would kiss, deeply and almost frantically, until he found himself aroused again. Once she felt his hardness against her, she would pull away and mount him, crying out in ecstasy as his hard cock filled her wet pussy. She would ride him until she came hard, as she always did when she was on top, writhing against him as he held onto her waist and didn’t let her pull away. Then he would roll her over and take her from behind, fucking her just the way she liked it, hard and fast, until he pulled out and came all over her ass and lower back.

So many fantasies were entertained that week, and yet they never had a moment alone. The last night of the cruise, he caught her watching him yet again, and this time he approached her, putting his hand on her shoulder and asking if there was something she wanted to say. She wanted to, so very badly, but just couldn’t find the words, and so she just smiled and shook her head. After dinner she gave him a hug, and held his hand just a little too long as she told him how much she’d enjoyed meeting him; and then she turned and walked out of the dining room without a backward glance.

That night, as she walked along the deck, she wished that he would find her; what could one little kiss hurt, she thought? But she knew the chemistry between them was too strong, and it would never be as simple as just one kiss. Anyhow, in spite of her hopes, he never materialized, and eventually she went back to her room alone. The next morning, as she exited the ship via the gangplank, she didn’t know he watched her from the dining room window, wishing he had broken the rules just this once, knowing now he’d never be able to taste her lips or feel her pressed against him, and he knew he would regret that for a long, long time.



The Waiter



The polished, coolly professional businesswoman sitting across the table is looking at me with more than a bit of concern. "Are you feeling all right?" she asks.

I've got to pull myself together. If I play today's meeting right, this client could bring in the only steady work I've had since I decided to go freelance six months ago. I need the money, and the assignments would be at least mildly interesting. But I feel her eyes on me and know I'm blowing it. I have an intense, overwhelming headache today. It's so distracting that I'm having trouble focusing, and I'm certainly not making a very good impression.

There's only one thing to be done when I have a headache this bad. I know from experience that drugs won't make a dent, and since lying down in a dark room isn't really an option right now, I'm going to have to wing it. I've got to have an orgasm, and soon, if I'm gonna land this job.

My eyes sweep the sparsely populated restaurant in search of the ladies room. I spot it in a far corner, next to a waiters' station. I quickly excuse myself and make a beeline for the door, only to crash headlong into one of the waiters (who fortunately isn't carrying a tray at the moment). He rights me with steady hands.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry," I blurt. "I have this awful headache and it's turning me into a complete freakshow."

He gives me a quick once-over--I've gotten all dressed up in work clothes for this business lunch--and says, "I'd hardly call you a freakshow," then blushes charmingly, which makes me instinctively like him. He's one of my favorite physical types, tall and lanky, kinda punky and barely cleaned up for work, with longish dark hair and a couple of tiny rings in one ear. I want to stay and chat him up, but my head is clanging so loud I can't even fathom flirting. I give a rushed "I've got to go," and continue toward the bathroom.

I slam into a stall and collapse onto the toilet seat. Fortunately the place is deserted, because even with my exhibitionistic tendencies, I think I'd feel a bit odd getting myself off in a public restroom if anyone else was there. I rummage around in my purse until I find the sleek little vibe disguised as a tube of lipstick. (Hey, you never know when you're going to need one, today being a case in point.) I try to get comfortable on the cold seat, leaning back, reaching beneath the conservative skirt I'm wearing to rake my fingernails up my thighs, giving myself the shivers. I can feel my nipples hardening under the flimsy, silky material of my only good dress blouse. So far, so good. Now the tough part when going for a quick climax--getting the perfect set of mental images to coax me on. But today it's simple: the waiter.

I imagine flirting with him in the middle of the restaurant, moving closer to him so I can gaze up at him from under my lashes, a pose which always makes me feel vulnerable and girlish. His piercing hazel eyes traveling up and down my body and his pupils dilating a bit with desire. In the fantasy I've got a few buttons open and he can, I know, see straight down my shirt from his angle, catching glimpses of my lacy bra and the pale curve of my breasts. And my skirt's shorter in my mind than it is in real life, so that when I turn around to lead him toward an empty booth, the hem rides up with every step I take and he can't help but notice the top edge of each stocking and the straps leading upward, no doubt to a garter belt.

(I'm getting closer, I think, even though the fantasy hasn't even gotten explicit yet. Sometimes the anticipation, the breathlessness of the approach, is even more exciting than the hardcore stuff. But I can't linger here. I've just got to get it over with and get back out there before the client leaves in a huff.)

So I imagine pushing him down onto the bench seat of the booth, which is a few tables away from anyone else--public enough to present a real, titillating risk, but not so brazen as to make eyes necessarily turn our way. He's startled, but doesn't protest. His lips have parted a bit and I can sense that he's waiting to see what I'll do next. I slide in next to him, cup my fingers around his ear, whisper to him, "I want to fuck you right here." I'm so close to him that I feel rather than hear his quick intake of breath. "Do you think that would be all right?" I add innocently. Not waiting for a response, I lean back on the booth and brush my fingers lightly over my nipples, gaudily obvious in their current state, poking through layers of fabric like the pea that bothered the princess through all those mattresses. Then I let my hands drift downward to my crotch, rubbing my mound through the skirt, letting my head fall back against the cushions behind me as the sensations spread through my body. I know he's watching me and that turns me on even more.

In a swift movement I rise off the seat, swing one knee over him and settle decisively onto his lap, feeling in an instant the considerable bulge there. When I take his face in my hands and kiss him long and languidly, sliding my tongue between his full lips to meet his, then dancing away again, I can feel him swelling even further, and I grind my hips down onto him, and I want to groan but I've got to keep quiet so instead I bite down into the wiry flesh between his neck and shoulder, which makes him squirm and thrust himself up to meet me.

(Closer, closer, I think, trying to force myself upwards to that familiar peak. I can hear myself breathing faster and louder, the vibe buzzing quietly, and hope against hope that no one will come in for at least another minute...)

In that blurry, time-lapse way that fantasies sometimes progress, now somehow I've magically gotten my panties off and the zipper of his pants down, his cock, velvety smooth and thrillingly hard all at the same time, in my hand, and I'm guiding him into me with a sudden, ferocious urgency. I slide down onto him easily, I'm already so wet, and I rock forward and back and around, circling my pelvis so I can feel him on every surface of my cunt, which is tightening around him in a rhythm totally beyond my control. He's got my blouse unbuttoned now and is leaning down surreptitiously to bite and suck one nipple, which feels so rocketingly good I can't help but sigh, although I try to make it a quiet one. "Yes," he whispers to me, just that one word, "yes," and his warm breath on the delicate swirls of my ear makes me dizzy, makes me start riding him for good now, potential onlookers be damned, I've got this rising tide inside me that is about to overflow, and I don't want to stop it and neither does he, because I can feel him moving with me, against me, and I reach up and slip two fingers into his mouth (and he sucks them in, hard, like he'd just been waiting for me to do it), and once they're slick with his saliva I reach down and rub my clit, and that's all it takes and I'm over the top, coming and coming so intensely I'm afraid I might cry out with pleasure, and his palm slips firmly over my mouth to muffle any sound I might make, which just makes me come harder...

Except, I don't. I'm so close, I'm all hot and bothered now, but I can't make myself do it with this tiny little vibrator, or just with my own fingers. Dammit! Now what? I look at my watch and amazingly only a couple of minutes have passed. I think I can still pull this off...but how?

Then an idea occurs to me, and before the logical side of my brain can talk the desperate side out of it, I'm straightening my clothes and dashing to the door of the restroom. I crack the door open, just a bit to avoid being seen, and for the first time today, luck is with me. There's a waitress standing at the wait station near me, and I wave at her to get her attention. As she comes toward me I'm already pointing the waiter out to her, asking her if she could tell him to come over here for a second. She looks baffled but agrees, and I peek through the door and watch as she speaks to him, then he (looking even more confused than she does) begins to make his way toward me.

As he draws near, I poke my head out the door and greet him somewhat sheepishly. "Hi," I say. "Hi back," he replies, grinning but still unclear what he's doing here. "Um, I need to ask you a huge favor," I say. Before he can refuse, I grab his hand, pull him into the ladies room and lock the door behind him.

"This headache," I start. "I really, really can't be having this headache right now. I'm in the middle of an important meeting and if I don't have my wits about me, I'm not going to get this job."

"Okay," he says slowly, "but how do I enter into this?"

"Well, here's the thing." Am I really going to say this, just come right out and say it? Apparently, yes, although I can't look him in the eye while I do it. "The only thing that works when my headaches are this bad is, ah, having an orgasm." I don't want to look up at his face, and he doesn't make a sound so I have no idea how he's reacting. "And I already tried masturbating, but I think I'm too stressed out to make myself come. I was thinking that maybe, uh, you could give me a hand. So to speak." I can feel my face redden, not because I'm turned on but because I am wholeheartedly and deeply embarrassed. What the hell was I thinking? Now he's going to laugh at me and say no and I'm going to go out there and the client's going to say thanks but no thanks and-- 

"Yes." I look up at him--did he really just say that?--and he's grinning at me again, and this time he's not at all confused.

"Really? You're sure?" I ask him nervously.

"Yeah," he says, and begins to move toward me, the grin growing more and more wolfish the closer he gets. I can smell the sweat on him, and he smells so good I want to sink my teeth into him.

"Just one thing," I add, "we've got to be quick." 

And then he's pushing me up against the wall, kissing my neck, sliding one hand up under my blouse, and reaching his other hand up under my skirt and caressing my ass. His fingers are strong and callused and I'm already so aroused from my earlier fantasy it's a relief to just stand there and be mauled, to enjoy the sensations he's causing in me without my having to do a thing. And then he kisses me full on the mouth and it's so intoxicating that my knees get weak--or is it because he's slid his hand around to the front and is now rubbing my clit gently but insistently through my panties? Holy fuck, that feels good, and I can't think what words to say, I just start to moan, and he pinches a nipple, which makes me gasp. And then he's kneeling in front of me and I'm trembling with the knowledge of what's coming next, after he works my panties down my legs, and when his lips touch my clit I forget in a rush why I'm here and how little time I have and all I can think of is his tongue and his fingers and how he seems to know me, know exactly what I like and how to touch me, like we're long-time lovers who have somehow never met before today.

And before I know what's happening he's got a finger inside me, and that feeling of being penetrated is so exactly what I have needed that I come almost immediately, and then my pussy is stretched pleasurably wider as he thrusts another finger inside of me, and then another and I am no longer moaning but purring and then growling. I know I sound like an animal but I no longer care. I somehow manage to tell him, "Purse...condom..." and he hands the bag to me obediently, knowing I will be much quicker at finding it than he will. While I look, he sucks on my earlobe, runs his fingers over any piece of my exposed skin he can find, then moves behind me. He cups my breasts in his hands, and I can feel his erection rubbing against my ass, a feeling I always love. I finally find the blessed cellophane packet, and now it's my turn to kneel, undoing his belt buckle feverishly, slipping my fingers inside while working the zipper down with the other hand--but I've only managed to wrap my lips around his cock and take the length of him into my mouth two or three times before he sputters, "That feels incredible, but there's no time!" And he hoists me up, pins me against the wall again, rolls on the condom. Then grabs one of my legs and hooks it over his elbow, holding me open to him, and I can barely breathe while he works the head of his cock up and down along my slit, til finally, finally he slides inside. I feel, in that moment, like an orange when you have finished peeling it and use your thumbs to pry the halves apart, like I'm split down the middle and about to be devoured. The orgasm starts in my cunt and radiates outward, like a shockwave or an earthquake, and there's so much force behind it I feel like the top of my head's going to come off.

It doesn't, of course, but the headache is summarily blown to smithereens.

He comes shortly after I do and I love hearing the noises he makes. He lets his body relax over mine and I bury my nose in his hair, breathing in his scent. He pulls his head away after a moment, and we look each other full in the face for one long second. And then we begin to laugh. "I've got to get out there, I've got tables waiting," he says. "Me, too," I agree. "I mean, not the tables, but I have to get back out there, too."

It's a little awkward standing there together readjusting our clothes, smoothing our hair, making sure everything is tucked in and re-buttoned. But we keep stealing glances at each other and smiling. "Well, thank you," I say as he unlocks the door. He looks at me and says, "Believe me, the pleasure was all mine," giving me one last grin over his shoulder before he walks away. 



The Waiter



Back in my hotel room I'd already stripped down to my boxers and vest in anticipation of his arrival. He'd been looking at me in the lobby bar for a while and we'd had snatches of conversation. He finished work at 2 p.m., so I figured there was an opportunity for him to slip up to my room before he left the hotel. At one point he hid from the view of the other staff at the side of a large drinks cabinet and fondled his crotch. When I called for the bill I signed, and pointing to my room number, asked if he'd remember it. As he bent over to pick up the bill he whispered, 'see you soon.'

When the faint knock came I opened the door and he quickly stepped inside, removing his shoes as I shut the door behind him. I noticed he wasn't wearing socks. He seemed shy now, just nodding hello, though the growing bulge in the front of my boxers must have removed any fears that he'd come there by mistake. I kissed him briefly, then unbuttoned his waiter's shirt, removed it and hung it on the back of a chair. Like me, he was wearing a white vest underneath and he pulled it up over his head, revealing the dark smooth skin of his torso, his delicately carved abdominal muscles and the flat expanse of his chest. His nipples were small and dark, and there were black hairs, sparse and wiry, around his navel.

He was still wearing his black uniform trousers as I held him tightly, feeling his warm body and kissing his lips, dry at first but increasingly thick and warm and moist. My cock was hard and stiff already, standing up in the front of my boxers, and he fondled it through the soft silk, a small wet patch appearing in the maroon and yellow paisley pattern. I undid his belt and unzipped his fly, plunging my hand in to feel the warm cotton of his briefs and the firm flesh underneath. I pulled his trousers off and folded them on the chair. He had slim but muscular legs, like a long distance runner, and the skin was paler than that on his chest. Short dark hairs covered his legs and stray crinkled pubic hairs poked out from one leg of his white underpants.

I held him more tightly, pressing our erections together and feeling the heat of his skin and body, sliding my arms down his back and over the hard rising muscles of his backside, the muscles clenching as he massaged his groin against mine. I took a breather to remove my vest, and as I pulled it over my head I felt his hands unbutton the fly of my boxers and pull the opening apart, revealing my stiff cock to the light of day.

'Shall I draw the curtains?' he asked.

'It's OK. We're twenty-two floors up; I don't think anyone can see.'

He smiled and dropped down to his knees, grabbing my cock with his left hand and pulling it fully out of my shorts. He nuzzled the head, sniffed it deeply, then slid the foreskin back and wrapped his mouth around the glans. Slowly, slowly, he started sucking hard on my cock, licking the head and nibbling the string of flesh underneath, lathering the full length of the shaft then burying it deep into his mouth. The sucking and massaging felt great and I could feel my balls rising underneath. His right hand slipped into the leg of my boxers and massaged underneath, gradually moving back between my legs to probe at my hole. After some minutes of this soft, erotic pleasure he removed his hands and yanked my boxers down, and I stepped out of them, feeling my naked body warm and responsive to his stimulation.

He continued to work on my cock, sucking my scrotum and licking my balls, then diving back hungrily onto the head. Both his hands now moved behind and massaged my arse, splaying the cheeks and pushing his fingers into my anus as his head buried down into my pubic hair.

I felt I was already close to coming, so withdrew from his mouth and lifted him up. He was still in his white briefs, his cock large and stiff across the front of them. I laid him face down on the end of the bed, his legs down to the floor, and pulled the back of his briefs down. His buttocks were slim, smooth, with a small j-shaped scar on the left one. I pulled his cheeks apart to reveal the small neat dark hole and plunged my face into it, licking and lubricating the wrinkled skin and pushing my tongue inside. Face down on the bed, I could hear him moaning, and his body was twitching in pleased response.

With my face still buried in his arse and my tongue working overtime, my hands grabbed the sides of his briefs and pulled them down over his thighs and lower legs, taking them off and throwing them up on the chair with his clothes. I took each of his legs in turn and placed them on my shoulders, kneeling behind him as he remained face down on the bed. I began long licking strokes away from his anus towards his balls, pressing and kneading with my nose, face and tongue. His balls were small and tight, the skin of his sac hairless and very smooth. I could see his pendulous cock hard and twitching underneath in response to my actions.

I slipped my right hand underneath him and started masturbating his erection and I heard him saying 'oh, yes' quietly as he gripped the bedspread with his hands. He turned back towards me and said, 'go on, fuck me'. I grabbed the tube of lubricant I'd put on the card table in preparation for this and smeared it over his hole, pushing some inside him, then smothering my hard-on with the gel. The tip of my cock was oozing sticky fluid already, so I took no time in pressing the head against his hole and pushing my way in.

His rectum was searingly hot and held my cock in a tight grip. I pressed steadily and firmly in, and the lube made the entry smooth. He let out a deep moan and I could see his hands and arms relax on the bed. I put the palms of my hands on the bed too and began fucking in and out, letting the full length of my swollen cock plunge into him, my balls crushing against the bedspread. As I picked up speed and rhythm I moved my hands to his hips, squeezing his body and forcing it to rise up to meet my thrusting. The sight of his slim dark body underneath me, the squeezing grip of his insides and the force of my pumping soon made my whole body spasm. My muscles jerked and strained as the cum shot out of my lunging cock and into his body. I kept pushing, thrusting as hard as I could until I was spent, then fell with my hands on the bed, gasping for breath.

I stayed like that for a minute or two, enjoying the sensation of feeling tired, hot, sleazy and elated. Then I pulled the thick flesh of my cock gently out of him, long dark and glistening, until his treasure cave closed completely.

He rolled onto one side and I lay beside him as we kissed slowly and deeply, holding each other close. His cock was long and thin, but hard. He grabbed the lube from behind me and smeared it over his erection, smiling at me. I lay on my back and he got between my legs, lifting them up onto his shoulders, splaying my arse wide. My hole was hot and distended from fucking and the gel felt cold when he squeezed it in and massaged inside.

Despite the slender appearance of his cock, it felt huge sliding into me, and it seemed to go on forever. I could feel his coarse pubic hairs against my underside and he just sat inside me for a while as his hands ran over my front, pinching at the nipples and stroking my chin. Then he was away in earnest, thrusting in and out of me, his lean muscles contracting and pulling under his skin, the sweat a light glow on his body, forming beads on his upper lip.

I could feel his cock swollen and pulsing inside me, pushing this way and that, driving in hard then pulling back faster, each time pounding relentlessly on. My own cock began to stiffen again with the sensation, heightening the feeling of his stiff rod fucking inside me. His tempo was suddenly urgent and he bit his lower lip, then he moaned very loudly (would the guests next door hear?) as I felt the stinging heat of his juices squirt into me, the head of his cock lunging deep inside as he pumped out his seed.

We were both covered in sweat when he'd finished and we lay together for a long time, stroking each other's hair, kissing softly and nibbling at each other's necks and chests.

'I have to go or the security guard will ask too many questions,' he said as I began to feel dozy. He wiped himself down with a damp towel in the bathroom, not having enough time to shower, then quickly dressed back into his uniform. I slipped my boxers on and kissed him at the door before he left.

'See you tomorrow?' he asked.

'I'm here for another five days,' I smiled. He smiled back, with a wink, and slipped down the corridor and out the exit door.



The Waiter...



Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34A–24–35, 95 pound, 5 foot 1 inch figure with blond(ish) hair. In 1998 I quit my extremely boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. My small(ish), pert breasts have small aureoles and large nipples. When they're hard Jon says they look like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.

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Jon took me out for a meal on the Monday night, to a posh restaurant in Derby. I had to wear my black pencil dress with the remote vibe in me. I was glad that Jon let me wear my coat as it was a long walk from the car to the restaurant, and I would have been frozen by the time we had got there. As it was, my nipples really stuck out when I took my coat off, and I noticed one man looking at me. He was so engrossed in looking at my nipples and legs that he didn't notice me staring back at his face. 

As soon as we'd sat down, Jon told me to shuffle my dress up so that my bare bum was on the seat. I was glad when Jon told me to put my napkin on my lap as even I could see my pussy when I looked down. 

Jon had got the remote control for the vibe out of his pocket and put it on the table. He was lightly playing with it (but not switching it on) right up until the waiter came and gave us the menus and asked us if we wanted a drink. Jon ordered his and just as I was about to ask for a lager, he switched the vibe on. I'd guessed that Jon would do something like that, but it still caught me by surprise. I almost jumped as it started throbbing inside me. The waiter asked me if I was all right as I went a bit red and struggled to get the word lager out. Jon just sat there expressionless. Jon left the vibe on, on low, for the 4 or 5 minutes before the waiter came back with the drinks and to take our order. By the time he arrived I was getting quite fidgety, I was getting close to an orgasm. Just as the waiter arrived Jon switched the vibe off. On the one hand I wasn't pleased, as I wanted that orgasm, but on the other hand I didn't want the embarrassment of having an orgasm while trying to give the waiter my order. Just as I was in the middle of telling the waiter what I wanted for my main course, Jon hit the button. I almost jumped of the chair, The waiter said, "Is madam alright?" and Jon replied by saying "Madam is just fine, just a little excited." 

It was a struggle, but I managed to order, and hold off coming until the waiter walked away. I was squirming in my seat, but I did it. Jon switched the vibe off straight away and started talking about what we were going to look for when we went shopping at the weekend. At least I think that that was what he was saying my mind wasn't quite there. 

Eating the main course was relatively uneventful, Jon switched the vibe onto low a couple of times, but only for a few seconds, I guess that he wanted to keep me 'warmed-up' ready for more quite quickly. By the time that we finished the main course, I was glad that Jon had told me to pull my dress up over my bum, my juices were making me and the seat quite wet, and I could smell that familiar aroma of my pussy. 

Another couple had come in and sat a couple of tables away. The man had sat with his back to the wall like me, and he had started to look at me. No one else could see, but with my dress over my bum, even with the napkin on my lap, the sides of my legs, right up to my waist were uncovered, and that man had noticed. By the time that I noticed that he had noticed, I had had about 3 glasses of wine and the lager to start with, so I didn't care anymore. 

When the waiter brought the sweet trolley over, Jon had the remote control in clear sight for the waiter to see. To make matters worse, Jon asked him if he had seen one of those before. Jon said that it was a remote control for his car alarm, and if he pressed the button and tuned the 'volume' up, then he might just be able to hear the car alarm responding. Jon pressed the button a couple of times and asked the waiter if he could hear it. Guess what? - he couldn't, so Jon gave it to him and told him to have a go. When the waiter still couldn't hear anything, then he told him to turn the 'volume' up and have another go. Well what could I do? I had to just sit there and take it. I was getting too close to a second orgasm for comfort - well in the middle of a restaurant. 

When Jon told the waiter to turn up the 'volume' I just burst inside. I let out a quiet moan and sat there physically shaking. The waiter was concentrating on what he was doing, but Jon was watching me, so was the man a couple of tables away. After what seemed like an eternity, Jon said to the waiter "never mind, maybe we're too far away." He took the remote from the waiter, put it on the table and switched it off. When the waiter looked at me and saw the sweat running down my face he said, "are you sure you're OK?" I managed to say that I was, and to order some chocolate gateaux. Afterwards I thought that I should have said that 'perhaps I shouldn't have come (cum) tonight'. I think that that would have made Jon smile, it did me when I thought of it.



The Waiting



Phyllis stood outside the door to The Outlook. Brandon was late again. If the rest of the night proved typical, he would arrive in about an hour, and in still another hour feign sleepiness in order to go out later with someone who had caught his eye.

She wondered why she put up with it. She would have sneered at a woman in her position six months ago. But here she was.

She walked down to the streetlight beside the alley, looking across the street at the empty windows. Again.

She stopped as she heard a noise and looked down the dangerous corridor masked in shadows. She stepped around the side of the building, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light.

"Mistress," came a voice, "Please let me lick your Holy Altar!"

The response was deep and earthy and sent a shiver up Phyllis' spine. "Louder, pet. Mean it. Beg. Worship."

"MISTRESS YOUR CUNTWHORE BEGS YOU TO ALLOW HER TO LICK YOUR WELLSPRING OF JOY!"

Phyllis was electrified. She could just make them out now. One woman, her body a silhouette of lust and surrender, kneeling before another shadow, a glorious vision of dark heat. She'd heard of such things in fantasies, but this... this was real.

"My what?" said the Mistress, teasing her distraught disciple.

"YOUR LUSCIOUS CUNT, MISTRESS!"

"You may, pet. One lick. Cum for me as you do."

Phyllis reached into her panties and felt the smooth wetness of her own hot cunt, the juices coating her fingers as her legs shook. She knew she could be seen, but it only made her hotter. The impulse to participate was like heady wine, making her drunk with her own need.

As the slavegirl screamed out in climax, Phyllis felt her own orgasm rip through her like a hot wind from the Sahara, her mouth whimpering as she fought to hold back her answering moan of passion.

She fell against the wall, sliding down. Her legs splayed open as she pressed hard against her clit, willing her own surrender to continue until the buzz in her head covered everything around her with yellow, melting wax.

When she became aware, the women were gone. She looked around quickly. No one had seen. She stood and adjusted her clothes nervously.

Thinking herself safe, she walked back to the entrance of the club as a car pulled up. She ignored it.

The rear window slid down, and a now familiar earthy voice said, "You'll do well. Get in."

She stood in indecision for a moment. She was on the edge of something new... something beyond dangerous, from which knew she might never come back.

Brandon's voice beside her tripped her into awareness. "Sorry I'm late, sweetie. Late night at work. God, am I tired."

"No problem, Brandon," said Phyllis, reaching for the car door. "I have someone else to wait on, now."

Brandon stood, and then, shrugging, turned away and walked slowly into the club.

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Thanks for reading!



The Waiting



"The waiting is the hardest part,
Every day you get one more yard,
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart,
The waiting is the hardest part."

--Tom Petty

Kevin spent the night dreaming about Eleanor again. She was a constant presence in his sleeping mind, now; his waking fantasies of her shaded so gradually into erotic dreams that he sometimes didn't even realize he'd fallen asleep. Tonight, he dreamed that he woke from a dream of her to find her actually there in the bed with him. Her pale green eyes stared at him with the look of devotion he'd always imagined she would have when the process was complete, and her soft smile told him that she was his at last. She kissed her way down his chest, her auburn hair spilling out to brush his arms and hands as she pressed her lips against him over and over again.

"I love you," she whispered between each kiss, her hands stroking and petting around his cock but never quite seeming to touch. "I want you so badly, Kevin. Anything you want, anything you desire, I..." Her voice shuddered with need, and Kevin knew that she was consumed with pleasure simply by pleasing him. "I am yours. Please, please command me, please..."

Her hot breath tingled against his cock as she begged, his erection sticking straight up as she worshiped his dick with her eyes. "May I please touch it?" she whimpered, staring greedily at his cock. There was something so deliciously lost about the expression on her face, as though she only had one certainty in the world, and it was her new Master. "Please?"

The moment of anticipation seemed to stretch out into an eternity, the power as thrilling as the sight of Eleanor's naked body. He'd pictured her nude for so long, wanting to see every inch of her body, and now it was real. She was kneeling on the bed, her heavy, full breasts swaying slightly as she panted with arousal. She was just exactly as beautiful naked as he'd imagined. "Yes, my sweet," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "I want to fuck your tits." The look of joy on her face when he said it would linger with him all day long.

The buzz of his alarm clock woke him just as she enfolded her breasts around his cock, and Kevin woke with an angry, throbbing erection and a lingering phantom sensation of skin as smooth as silk. At first, his only thought was of aching loss as he realized the dream wasn't real after all. Then he remembered, as the waking world poured back in. The process was underway. Eleanor wasn't his yet, but it was only a matter of time.

He threw off the covers, exposing his body to the cool morning air. His cock stuck straight up, and he stared at it for a long moment as he tried to decide whether to finish what the dream had started, or let his erection subside on its own. Normally, he tried to wait at least until lunch before jacking off, but his cock didn't seem to want to soften this morning. He felt like Eleanor's delicate fingers were still wrapped around it, and every thought of her made it twitch all over again. Finally, with an effort of willpower, he got up and headed to the shower.

The lukewarm water finally did the trick, but Kevin knew he'd be revisiting that dream tonight. He almost felt like making a list, some days, of things he wanted to do once Eleanor was finally under his complete control. He knew it would start with those tits of hers; he always tried not to stare when he was around her, but the way those wonderful, huge breasts of hers strained against even the baggiest and most conservative outfits, it was hard not to. Once she belonged to him, he would stare at them as long as he wanted. Maybe he'd make her play with them, stroking and fondling and rubbing her own breasts while he watched her moan and whimper in pleasure, until she begged to be allowed to move her hands down to her pussy and masturbate...

With an irritated grunt, Kevin noticed his cock had gotten hard again. He was going to be late for work if he didn't get it together. Not that anyone minded if he was late--one of the advantages of being in the Special Projects Division, he could pretty much set his own hours. But getting in on time meant that he usually bumped into Eleanor in the cafeteria before she started work. That was inducement enough to get him moving.

He dressed quickly, trying to find some way to calm his over-enthusiastic libido before he got in to work. He didn't want to be sporting a boner when he had his morning chat with Eleanor. He tried to think of some of his non-sexual fantasies about her--trips to restaurants, late-night movie festivals, getting her to teach him how to cook and teaching her how to play go, taking that trip to Australia that she'd always wanted to do but had never had the money...somewhere around the time he pictured them admiring the Sydney Opera House, he finally managed to put clothes on his mental image of her. That helped a lot.

On the drive in to work, he wondered if he was becoming obsessed. He almost chuckled at the thought; some people might say he became obsessed the moment he decided to spike her drink with thousands of nanoscopic machines at the office Christmas party. But that was why he didn't talk about the process to anyone. Nobody would understand. They'd probably just think he was some sort of sociopath. They just didn't understand the depths of his love for Eleanor.

But Kevin understood perfectly well. That was why he had gotten a little obsessed, lately--it was just the anticipation, he told himself. Having to be near her every single day, knowing that she was growing closer and closer to that dawning realization that she loved Kevin as much as he loved her...it was just hard to be patient, that was all. Anyone would get excited.

He pulled into the parking lot, keeping an eye out for Eleanor's car as he did so, and checked the time. Eight fifty-two. Plenty of time to chat with Eleanor before she had to get to work, and he'd definitely seen her car in the lot. Kevin walked into the office with a spring in his step and a smile on his face.

She was just stirring cream into her coffee cup, chatting with Darcy from Marketing, but she smiled as soon as she saw him walk into the room. That was progress in and of itself--Kevin remembered a time when he was practically invisible to her. "Hey, Kevin!" she said, smiling. "I brought back your book, but I'm afraid I left it in my purse. You'll have to stop by my desk later and pick it up."

"Um, sure, no problem," he said, totally unable to get the doofy grin off his face. He hadn't wanted to change too much about Eleanor, but it had been hard not to resist the temptation to upgrade her tastes in literature just a little bit. Finding out that she'd breezed through 'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?' was just one more little confirmation that the process was working as intended, every bit as thrilling by itself as the knowledge that she'd enjoyed the book. "I'll stop by after lunch."

He intended to say more, but he was still a little tongue-tied around Eleanor. He always found himself being too cautious; he could check the physical changes in her brain, but he was never sure exactly how that mapped to her thoughts on a moment-to-moment basis. Did she know anything was different? Did she wonder why she looked at Kevin every day with a little more tenderness, or did the process seem natural and imperceptible to her? Most importantly, did she love him yet?

He didn't know, despite all the computer simulations. So he held back. He couldn't take rejection, not from her. Not even if he knew that someday, once the process had taken hold completely, she would beg him for forgiveness for the slight. He needed to be sure before he could say anything. Until that day, he would just take comfort in every word they exchanged. He could wait, he told himself again. Eleanor was worth waiting for.

"Looking forward to it," she said with a smile that practically made his cock spring up all over again. "So anyway, Darcy, they actually tried to tell me that the check was in the mail. Can you believe it? I half expected to hear them tell me that of course they'd respect me in the morning! So I said..." Kevin just listened to the rest of the conversation, hanging on Eleanor's every word until it was time for her to head off to work.

After they'd left, Kevin fixed himself a cup of coffee and headed up to his office and logged onto his computer. Not for the first time, he counted his blessings that he worked in Special Projects--being one of Central Dynamics' pet geniuses meant that he could get away with little eccentricities like locking his office door, or having encrypted files on his work computer without having Network Support complain to his boss. When the company made 8.9 billion dollars every time you had a good idea, they tended to indulge you a little in between brainstorms.

He opened up the file simply labeled, "Monitor Application". As usual, a graphic of Eleanor's brain popped up on the screen, gently rotating through three dimensions as he watched. The nanites had insinuated themselves into every single cell of her cerebral cortex since that first night he'd introduced them to her system, replicating and infiltrating until they had perfectly integrated themselves with her neural network. The image he was looking at right now was a perfect model of her actual brain, rendered in real time through signals received from the nanite swarm inside her skull.

He brought up the saved image of her original brain pattern, overlaying it onto the one the nanites were sending. Even with the wealth of information he'd gotten from having a perfect map of her brain, he'd had to design an entire new computer from scratch just to comprehend that data. Mapping the neural network in Eleanor's head to her emotions, her ideals, her personality...Kevin remembered the sensation of sheer erotic triumph, the day that he'd finally compiled a program that could work out exactly how to change the physical structure of her brain to effect the changes he wanted.

And it was working. He could see it, right there on the screen. He could see the way the nanites gently, carefully shifted Eleanor's synaptic connections those key billionths of an inch, altering their patterns without damaging the cells. He could see the changes, mapped onto each other, the alterations a tangible sign of her growing devotion to him. And one day...

Kevin brought up the projected graphic of the finished project with one hand, while reaching into the desk for a bottle of lube with the other. He'd meant to wait until lunch, he really had, but the thought of Eleanor as she would become, just as smart and funny and inquisitive, but also loving and submissive and eager to please...it went straight from his mind down to his cock and he just couldn't wait any longer. He unzipped his fly and pulled his already-hard cock out of his pants.

His cock felt hot and swollen under his fingers as he worked the lube up and down the shaft. His eyes were on the graphic, but in his mind, it was Eleanor in black lingerie, Eleanor whispering dirty talk into his ear as she took his cock into her pussy, Eleanor grunting in pleasure as he fucked her ass. It was the perfected Eleanor, everything she already was combined with everything he wanted her to be, and she was so hot and so sexy and she was his, all his.

He felt the cum boiling in his balls, aching with need ever since the dream. He let his eyes roll back in his head and remembered it all over again, her silky skin wrapping around his cock as she said, "Thank you, Master, thank you for fucking my tits, oh, please cum, please cum on my face Master, please oh please oh please..." He imagined her words melting into a babble of need and lust, interrupted by slurping noises every time his cock slid up through the valley of her breasts and she couldn't help herself and had to lick it and suck it...

"Good girl," he whispered, shooting his load into his hand.

Afterwards, he took a moment to clean himself up before closing the application and finally unlocking the door. It wasn't that he was ashamed of himself. He loved Eleanor, truly and deeply. He could never do anything to hurt her. He just knew that nobody would understand.

The orgasm took a bit of the edge off, and Kevin was able to concentrate a bit better after that. He spent most of the rest of the morning fiddling with some ideas he'd been working on for telepresence--he could easily justify his R&D budget for the next decade just by bringing the nanites to his bosses, but Kevin wasn't quite comfortable enough with the ethical underpinnings of the company he worked for to hand them the keys to the human brain. Right now, he wanted it to stay in the hands of someone sensible and decent, like him.

The telepresence work kept Kevin occupied for the most part, but he still found himself occasionally distracted by fantasies of her. He'd be playing with the design programs, and suddenly he'd notice that the screensaver had come on because he was picturing her 'surprising' him by shaving her pussy for him. He almost wanted to masturbate again, but he'd sworn to limit himself to once a day. Well, definitely no more than once a day in the office.

He took a long lunch, heading out to the local mall to browse for a new book to 'lend' Eleanor. Once she moved in, of course, she'd be pleasantly surprised to find all her favorites waiting on her own bookcase in the study, but for now she thought they were just borrowed. One thing he was glad he hadn't needed to change was the speed at which she read. He'd been waiting a lifetime to find someone who went through books as quickly as he did. He walked out of the store with a copy of 'Dune' for her and a new Terry Pratchett book for himself, which he polished off while eating pizza in the food court. (One thing he knew, he'd be eating healthier once they were a couple. It was only fair to improve himself for her the way he was improving her for him.)

After lunch, he drove back to the office and wandered up to the Accounts Receivable department, trying to act casual, like he was just on his way back to his desk. Which would involve a serious rethinking of Euclidean topology, admittedly, but he didn't want anyone realizing he had a crush on Eleanor. They might tell her, and then she might...Kevin sighed. He didn't know what Eleanor would do, not yet at least. And he was afraid to find out.

Thankfully, Eleanor was alone at her desk. It meant he could stay a little longer. Yesterday, Darcy had been there, and he'd just handed her the book and walked away with little more than a mumbled, "Hope you like it." Today, he could talk to her a little.

"Hey," he said. "Just stopped by for a little book trading." He smiled nervously. Stupid, he thought to himself. Stupid stupid joke, she won't laugh...

She didn't, but she smiled at him with genuine warmth. "Sounds good. Here's the Dick book..." Was it just his imagination, or did her eyes flicker downwards when she said 'dick'? Was that subliminal? Were her thought patterns altered enough that she was interested in him sexually? Was she going to say something more?

He suddenly realized he'd just been standing there for about fifteen seconds, and he reached up and took the book from her outstretched hand. "Sorry," he said. "Lost in thought."

"Well, you've got a lot of them," she said cheerfully. "I'd imagine it gets kind of hard to find your way out." Was that a compliment? It sounded like one...Kevin's smile relaxed a little. "So, anyway, you said something about a trade. Does this mean you've got something new for me today?"

Kevin nodded quickly. "Um, yeah. 'Dune', by Frank Herbert. It's this kind of political intrigue book, set in the future on this planet that's all desert." He shrugged apologetically. "It's kind of geeky, I know, but..."

"No, it's okay," Eleanor said, taking the book. "I'm kind of enjoying geeky. It's a nice change from Oprah's list, you know?" She flipped through it briefly. "This is a little thicker than the last one you gave me. Might take me a couple of days. I hope you don't mind."

"No, no!" Kevin said hurriedly. "Take your time. This one's a little more challenging, lots of scope. It's fine if you don't get it back tomorrow." Privately, he was already sketching a graph in his head, equating the mental shift with the degree of enthusiasm for science-fiction and wondering if he could turn it into an equation. Then he realized he was just standing there again. "So, um, anyway...yeah. Hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will," Eleanor said. She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek before sitting back down and digging into her work. "Have a good afternoon!"

Kevin had to quickly detour into the bathroom for a few minutes before his erection went down and he could walk back to his own office without feeling self-conscious.

Thinking about that tiny kiss absolutely ruined him for the rest of the day. He packed up around three o'clock, giving up on any hope of productivity, and headed back home. Thankfully, he could always count on Worlds of Warcraft to distract him. Fantasies came and went, but the Lich King was eternal.

By nine o'clock, though, Kevin was ready for bed. He said good night to his guild, signed off of voice chat, and headed upstairs. By the time he got to his room, his cock was already stiff again in his pants, thinking about a Christmas morning where Eleanor unwrapped a glass dildo as a present, then gave her gift to him by demonstrating it for him. He crawled between the sheets and lubed himself up, imagining the look of lust in her eyes as he slid his cock between her tits while she fucked herself with it. He felt the familiar tightness in his balls, and as he shot his load, he pictured it splattering onto her face. He hadn't bothered with porn for a while, now. Thoughts of sweet, sexy, submissive Eleanor were all he needed to get off now.

He could imagine what it would be like, if he told someone. They'd think he just wanted a plaything, a toy, a sex slave. They didn't understand that he loved Eleanor, that he only did this because he wanted to spend his whole life with her. They wouldn't see the devotion it took, the patience it required to make her his. But Eleanor was special. She was worth waiting for.

Maybe they'd understand, if he showed them the program. Maybe if they saw for themselves the way that the nanites were altering her brain so delicately, so carefully to avoid damaging even a single perfect cell of the woman he loved, then they'd realize just how much he loved her. After all, nobody would wait ten years just to have a sex slave.

Kevin drifted to sleep, already beginning to dream of Eleanor once more.

THE END



The Waiting Ch. 00



I am laying on the patio bench in the hot afternoon sun; white panties on the floor at my feet. My skimpy sundress, not much more than a light cotton top really, is haphazardly thrown over the back of the bench.

This is how I feel on the beach ... languid and melty, the Sun's rays beating down on me. Enveloping me. Fucking me. Tentacles of sun caressing me, invading me in every way imaginable. Being fucked by a ray of sun. The heat and salty taste of sweat on my lips. My back arches as if reaching up to a lover. My lover the Sun God. 

I turn my head slightly and smile. There is my afternoon laid out in still life form. Cucumbers deep, dark green, like a dank forest floor; the Sun God's rays making a sheen in the glare. I look at them longingly, wishing they were bigger. The store only had miniature ones. Small like a spent lover's penis. becoming limp in the sun, they look like they are in the process of shriveling and I think, "They'd be better cut into slices and pickled." 

Deeply red strawberries; I imagine teasing my nipples with the tip of one or dipping into the juices of my cunt and licking it clean; fucking myself with the largest strawberry and then eating it. I blush at my own lust.

My eyes wander to the glass and a smile creeps across my face. Dalton, my upstairs neighbor had given me the ice cube trays molded into long thin rows like mini cornbread sticks ... I smile wider remembering the glee in his proclamation, "Ice cubes tray, to make ice for water bottles!!" He seems like an innocent sort. 

I pick up the glass knowing they are already starting to melt and choose one randomly. The tray had 10 depressions but 2 had broken and I'd let the dogs eat them. Running the coldness over my nipple and watching my skin start to pucker I feel a tingly happiness. My Sun God and I, alone in the heavy air. 

Slowly, I tease the ice across both nipples letting a long drip puddle between my breasts, dragging it down my flattened stomach to my belly. I press down deep in the hole of my bellybutton, filling it with liquid and then encourage the tiny stream out, down, and then cascading over my mound. A waterfall into my slit. 

I make a mental note to shave myself before Friday and laugh softly with delight about my plans to visit friends that I know will use my body and let me use theirs for more pleasures than I've had in months.

I lay watching the ice puddle, thinking about the movers and this endless game of waiting. I more than half wish they've lost it all; 

"If I'm going to start my life over," I think, "I might as well be complete about it." 

I would have very few regrets. My journals. My favorite print samples. A few photos. I suddenly wish that my "toy box" had traveled with me. That brand new crop, unused, waiting for her creamy skin; the new flogger, soft and supple ... replaceable, but I'd held them in my hand ... hefted them, practiced with them. 

The ice has melted between my fingers and I reach for another one, parting the slick skin between my thighs with coldness that turns to liquid fire, meeting the wet juices already running down the crack of my ass. 

I squirm, wanting the sun to fuck me harder. Wanting the ice to fill me. Wanting Him. Wanting Him to want me. Wanting. Wanting. Wanting. It's all that filled me lately. Need. 

The first small rod slips in almost accidentally and I quickly reach for a second, letting it follow. Before I realize it I've filled my cunt with seven of them ... all of them ... all but the one I had slipped into my ass. I lay back feeling full but not complete and let my lover the sun envelop me again.

There is a faint ache in my lower belly and I think about Ross. Ross, away in a timezone so off of mine that it's still morning where he is. I imagine him standing over me, looking at me and saying "such a slut" with that disdainful tone that made my stomach churn. I long for his direction, the heaviness of his hands; the evil of his twisted mind. I long to obey him ... but like the winds, our relationship changes and I never know when or if there "next time" I think about texting him to ask permission, but for what? Instead, send one to James:

"laying naked on patio with 2 cucumbers, 3 strawberries and a glass of Ice... " 

I take a blown-out photo of my knee and attach it, knowing that's not the picture he's hoping for. A grin spreading on my face knowing that he will briefly harden when he opens it. And feel the same consternation of my teasing that he has for 2 decades.

I think of her. The pixie, petite; like something you could crush in your hand. Delicate, but with so much strength and determination. And so much passion. So ALIVE. My stomach churns with the thought of her. Her bound tightly to the bed before me. Legs spread. James at her side... waiting to see what I will do next with his wife. I smile wickedly to myself hearing his voice almost curiously crushed from the last time.

"she made sounds for you that I've never heard come out of her mouth." 

I wonder if I can make her make those sounds again and grin, knowing it's rhetorical. My hands wander aimlessly over my warm body and each small shift of my torso brings ice water cascading in a rivulet out of my cunt and down the crack of my ass to pool under me and drip through the slats of the bench. I think about the time I was instructed to pee in the shower .. the hot running down my legs ... and I imagine my cunt to be a faucet. Hot then cold. On. Off. On. Off ... 

The dull ache is gone. Now I try to hold the water inside and shift to a new position; one leg thrown over the back of the bench. Opening my thighs even wider to my lover, the Sun. I let my hands dance over my moist belly and tease my nipples then cup a hand over my shaggy mound. 

The neighbor's screen door opens and i flatten against the bench. Knowing she can't see over the low wall but careful just the same. As she goes back in and slides the door shut my fingers creep into my sticky, coldness only to find my nether lips on fire. Flame heat and icy cold, mixing ... just like I'd imagined. My fingers tease as if they were separate from my brain and moan low as I make myself cum. Quickly and frantically. ... guiltily ... as if I was not supposed to allow myself the pleasure so soon. Knowing for a fact I am not ... or rather was not.

Just a few months ago that act would have brought a punishment. I think sadly, how no one cares how soon I cum anymore and determinedly blink back tears I refuse to let fall. I will NOT cry over him today. I say that every day. I've said it every day since May. So hard to comprehend his absence after two years of having him know my every move, my every need, my every longing and desire. After letting him into the darkest most private places of my heart and soul. Two years suddenly gone. I snap my fingers, brushing my hardening clit, and flinch ... I drag myself back to reality. I can't go there. Not today. I can't visit the empty aching black hole left behind. I force myself back to to my Sun Lover. 

Immediate gratification is seldom rewarding, but how can I resist after my Sun Lover has fucked me ... I lay back for a bit and slip my dress back on, not knowing why. The ice water begins to slip out of my ass and another gush of my molten juices and water flows from me. I look at the strawberries and pick one up, eating it ravenously. The other 2 quickly follow and I chastise myself again about being greedy, about immediate gratification. 

"Fuck it." I think

Hell I deserve it. I've been here waiting for the movers to arrive for 11 days and most of that time has been spent anxious and busy doing ... I don't know what. Keeping busy is the key. The months before this one had been so very hard. So many endings. Leaving my marriage. My home. My city. A discarded lover; And finally, saying goodbye to Him . Elllllliottt ... I say it in my head like ET ... what was to have been my future.STOP. Don't go there ... It's still too open and raw, scabbing over slowly, too slowly. I think how welts and crop scars heal so fast while ones from a lover's rejection never do. Again I drag myself back to reality, pinching my inner thigh, hard.

My next thought is predictable; it is never far away ... I caress my red inner thigh and let his name roll around in my mind ... Levon, Leo, my lion. I whisper it out loud and my heart swells to accommodate even more pain. A lump in my throat threatening to choke me. My gut filling with the crushing pain and anger that always comes. 

"Fucking bastard," I think to myself "Fucking coward, piece of shit." 

A crush of my soul that will never heal. My poet, my musician, my - never was never will be - best-friend-lover. I will him back, if only for a moment. One moment to be able to dispel all my violent anger, my passion; and then to, one last time, lingeringly kiss him goodbye. His muse. His 'dixie dear'. His baby blue. 

"Wouldn't matter," I hear the words in my head like a mantra, "He was such a selfish bastard.He would have put that fucking gun in his mouth anyway."

As much as he loved me, loved Daisy, and loved music he loved his own needs more; sellfishness was another medal he wore. Levon. Decorated soldier. Decorated bastard. They were equal, they were the same thing. Always about what he needed and wanted ... usually me, my attention, my thoughts, my desire of him, I teased and ridiculed to let him know where he stood. And he took it all and handed it all back to me, ten-fold. It's what drew me to him. That and his passion for music. 

Hell, let's call a spade a spade .... It's what drew me to them all. I am a moth to their flame of selfishness. 

My downfall. Strong willed men unrepentant about it. A phrase I've heard from every lover's lips since the beginning of time: "It IS all about ME you know." It was the ones who made ME what they wanted that were dangerous. It made me want them even more. Their need was my need.

The pinch this time brings a red welt almost instantly. My legs are still spread one draped over the back and one over the end-arm. The rising welt. My dress is well above my waist, covering only the porcelain white stripe of skin and my nipples. 

I realize who I've been writing this for and I grin. I Imagine writing in the line, "While my fingers played between my hot, wet lips, my mind wandered to Him. Only a few miles away but light years out of reach." 

I know instantly the small and select group of men I could send it to who would all assume it was written about them, and stifle a giggle, knowing I'll send it to each of them. Each of them minus one. 

The one I met on-line last time. The one from my past. The one who knew what 'non-vanilla' was and was shocked I did too. And Him. 

I sigh. That one defies categorization; as unlikely a match as I could imagine. Yet we clicked. I feel it with a certainty I rarely feel; oh how we clicked. Mentally, intellectually our interests, emotions, I wanted him. I wanted to consume him. I wanted him to consume me. I felt his hands on me though he'd never touched me. I wanted to learn from him and I knew that even an eternity would not give me all the time I'd need to learn all he could teach me. Right then I knew ... 

He would never be. We would never be ... he was another vestige of my past. As much as my mind and body longed to be his, to know his thoughts and his body intimately, I realized fully just how unlikely that was. With an actual shake of my head I turn to the present. The thought had snapped me into reality, out of the languid haze of my Sun lover and Ice melt. And I pinched myself in punishment for always wanting what I cannot not have. For falling back onto an old, bad habit ... 

well hell. I briefly wondered if he and I might ever fuck anyway.

I know it would never be that. He'd never just 'fuck' ... he's not that type. He might have been at some point in his life, but that was past him. It's something I feel sure about. I always fall the hardest for the ones least obtainable. The ones most sure of their values. The ones who stick to their guns. It drives me batty. Why can't it ever just be easy? 

I hear my friend April, in my head ... "HE's the type you ALWAYS want to fuck and then you go and fall in love with, sheesh." my doppleganger, how could I argue with her. But still ... I imagine his hands on me. And the thought I'd had so many times when I was with him, the very specific words float up: 

"He's a natural Dom; I wonder if he knows."

A simple fact. And I DO wonder if he knows ... what he knows of that world. Even if he knew nothing. Even if he didn't care to learn about it, I know how natural it would be to sit at his feet and say, 'Yes Sir'. Not role play or 'scanning' it would be ... I struggle for the word. Natural. No. It would be instinctive. My mind races; what He is, is a cowboy. That's how I often think of him -- not that he is even remotely "cowboy-ish." It is the one song that always reminds me of him. Always has. I gasp softly as Willie and Waylon sing it; a lullaby in my ear. Languid, twangy voices, "Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys ... they'll never stay home and they're always alone, even with someone they love" the lyrics were so very Him. He'd probably appreciate that ... maybe. 

i pick up a cucumber and take a bite out of the small veggie tasting the watery taste and full flavor of it. Such a luxury on the 'other' coast, but so ordinary here ... food with flavor. Looking down at the only thing left of my still life I pick up the last cucumber and slip it easily into my hot, wet cunt; the bigger of the two, it fills me. Makes me feel whole.

In an almost businesslike manner, I stand, leaving it there for now. A reminder ... a reminder of my lover the Sun. With flushed cheeks, I stand, put my panties on, straighten my dress, and go in to walk the dogs. Writing the title in my head. "The Waiting ..." thinking it WAS the hardest part ... 

The End



The Waiting Game



Travis loved beautiful women, and his daughter was definitely a beauty. He's watched her grow up a fast in the last three years, now at 18 she was ready for him. They were moving to a new house in a small town east of Boston. He had sent her up earlier with the first load of stuff. He would be bring the rest, which was leaving in 10 minutes. "Hey Mr. T, where is Kelly?" a boy said. "I sent her on to the new house yesterday Paul. " he told the kid, as he was getting into the truck. 

She went about unpacking the boxes and getting the beds sit up. She knew he dad would be here sometime today. She left the last room, which was her dad's. She was unpacking a box when she saw that it held VCR tapes, and some things her boyfriend wanted her to try with him. Picking through the box she saw magazines, picking one up she saw a young girl getting her ass fuck by an older man. The next picture showed the same girl having cum all over her face and tits. Closing the magazine she puts it back, and closes the box. Getting up she went to the window and saw that her dad's truck was coming up the road. Running downstairs she met him at the front door. 

"What's wrong don't I get a kiss baby?" he asked her. She hugged him and gave him a kiss on his lips. Pulling her closer he slipped his tongue in her mouth. When he let her go she look up at him. Seeing him as a man for the first time, instead of her dad. "What would you like to eat for supper, I haven't done anything yet, I wasn't sure when you'd get here. " she said. "Doesn't matter, anything will do honey. " he said. She went into the kitchen, and he went to unload the truck of the furniture for the livingroom. When supper was done she called for him to come and eat. 

With the kitchen back together she went outside and sat on the porch watching the sunset. The quiet and stillness was unreal to her, but she enjoyed it. She must have fallen asleep, because some thing awoke her. Standing to look around her she heard a splash, going around to the back of the house she saw her dad had gone into the hot tub. "I didn't know we had one of these dad. " she said. "MMMMM, it's what sold me on the house, Why don't you join me, it's wonderful. " he told her. "Let me get my bikini. " she said. "Don't brother honey it's just me and I've seen you naked before. " he told her. 

He watched as she undressed and step up into the hot tub. Pretending to have his eyes close he saw all of his beautiful daughter's sexy body. Her firm, ripe, luscious tits to her long, and slender legs. Watching her he could feel his cock getting hard. As he look at her, he also saw that she was looking at him. He stood up showing off his body to her. He knew she saw his hard cock, because he heard her grasp. Pretending he didn't hear her, he sat back down and played with himself under the water. "I think I'll go on up to bed honey don't stay out to long, there's a storm coming soon. " he said. She watch as he stood up and saw that his cock was even bigger and harder than before. 

She followed about 10 minutes later, as she was passing by his bedroom door she saw that he'd left it opened. She saw that he was laying on his back with his eyes close, and he was stroking his cock. She stood there and watch his cock's cum shoot up and land on his chest. She continue down the hall to her room. She had never saw her dad naked before and she wondered why now after all these years. After tossing and turning half the night the next morning she walk out to find her dad at the table reading the paper in his robe. She went to the stove to start cooking. "What do you want for breakfast dad?" she asked. What if I told you I want you to suck me baby!" he said. 

She looks at him, remaindering how he looked last night. "I'd say you name the day and time and I'll be there. " she said. "Right now baby I want to bury my hard cock down your sexy throat. " he told her. She walked over and kneeled on the floor in front of him, reaching out she undid his robe, opening it wide. "OH!" she grasped. Up close he was enormous. She reached out to touch him, he was hot, hard, and she could feel his cock throbbing as she stroke him. Bending her head she use her tongue and lick the under side of his cock length. 

"Hurry baby I want to feel my hard cock sliding down your throat. " he cried out. She moved her tongue all over his cock, giving it a tongue bath before she even slide her mouth on his cockhead. Sucking his head into her mouth she took his balls and squeezed them gentle and roll them around in her hand. Moving her hands under his ass, she pulled him closer, as she slipped her finger in his asshole. "OH SWEET JESUS, BABY THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD. YES SUCK ME SUCK YOUR DADDY'S HARD COCK. DADDY'S GOING TO GIVE YOU ALL HIS LOVE JUICE TO DRINK, SUCK ME BABY. " he cried out. With one last plunge he buried his cock down her throat and she felt his cum shot out. She pulled him out of her mouth and sat back and looked at him. She stood up and was turning to finish fixing breakfast when he grab her arm and pulled her onto his lap. He took her face and kissed her, he stood up and carried her up to his room, kicking the door close behind him he laid her down on the bed. 

Pushing her legs apart he ease his body down between her legs, he takes his cock and pushes it in her pussy. "OH BABY, FEELS SO GOOD SLIDING INTO YOUR HOT PUSSY. BEEN WAITING FOR A LONG TIME TO DO THIS. " he told her as he slams into her. She puts her legs up on his shoulders to bring him deeper inside of her. Moving her hips, he moves faster, wanting to feel his cum shot out inside her, he yells he's coming and then she feels his cock exploded and his cum filling her up. "FROM NOW ON BABY WE WILL SLEEP, FUCK, SUCK, AND KISS IN THIS BED TOGETHER FOR AS LONG AS WE BOTH LIVE. " he told his daughter.



The Waiting Game



Standing by the window with my legs spread shoulder width and with my hands behind the small of my back, palms facing outwards and open, I wait knowing my lover, my Master, will soon enter. The seconds seem as hours as I wait. A small shiver runs through my body as my mind races. Oh, why does He do this to me, I wonder. He knows it drives me crazy to have to wait, not knowing, for He knows my mind thinks of too many things. He knows I drive myself into a frenzy when left to my own thoughts when called by Him and left alone for so long.

My mind running through so many things, as I have been called to serve, but not knowing what was to be required of me, as He gave no indication in His email to me. The shear curtains were billowing in the warm spring breeze making me aware of my fully aware of my nakedness as it danced across my flesh. I was standing with my back to the door, looking out the window as instructed. My nipples erect, my heart thumping wildly, waiting for Him to enter the room to find me waiting. 

Then it dawned on me, I could be in trouble, maybe I did something wrong or displeased Him, and did not know it. I think and think as I try to think of anything that I might have done to displease Him. Thinking of nothing, I still roll everything over in my mind, for I would never on purpose disregard His words, but what if I misunderstood an instruction, what if… oh no, I stop myself, and take a few deep breaths to calm. As I do I remind myself that He is good and understanding Master and will ask me what I was thinking and why I did as I did before getting upset with me. Telling myself that I know He will not be mad after I explain for He is a good Master and a caring One. "God, I hope I have not displeased Him." I whisper out loud, "I hope I have not let my Master down."

Then I think of the different things that He wanted me to attempt. He wanted me to push my limits for Him… I again shiver as I stand there waiting for Him and think back to what He told me a few days ago… and I wonder which limit He wants me to push. Shutting my eyes, so scared to push some limits, more willing to push others, knowing I will attempt as He asks, just because He asks me to do so. 

As I stand here, my mind racing, I listen for every sound, but the one I hear the loudest is within myself. I hear my pulse pounding in my head as my heart sends my blood throughout my body. It alerting my body that I stand here waiting to serve my Master, the adrenaline already entering my body in anticipation of the meeting.

I hear the door open and my heart leaps, knowing Master has arrived. Willing my body not to turn until I am granted this privilege. My heart skips a beat and my breathing quickens.

I listen and hear no more sounds other than the door closing softly. I wait. It seems like hours I wait, knowing it is only moments.

Then I die inside, wondering if that is Master that entered, wondering if someone else has walked in. Wanting to ask, wanting to hear His voice, wanting to look, I just stand there, wishing to crawl into myself.

Hoping if it is another in the room, if I stand still enough and quite enough, maybe I will not be seen nor heard. My heart beating so loudly in my ears, I know that the one that entered the room must be able to hear it also, but I stand still as directed.

'Oh God' I think so loudly to myself and then try to stop thinking so I can hear. Oh, this is worse than being blindfolded, for I am just as blind to what is happening inside the room as if I was blindfolded, but it is self honored, self inflicted just because Master ordered it.

My breathing going faster as I wait; it makes so much noise as it enters and leaves my body. I shut my eyes trying to listen, trying to obey, trying to endure this time of silence. Trying to calm my breathing.

It is then that I hear my Master's voice asking, "Are you ready?" I almost jump from His voice, as I find it is Master. I ponder His question for a moment as my thoughts race as I wonder what I am supposed to be ready for. And then I realize, that does not matter 'the what for' and I softly answer, "Yes, Master."



The Waiting Game



I sat in the chair waiting. 

My husband had bought me a massage for my birthday, so here I was sitting in the waiting room, but it had been almost half an hour and I was beginning to get irritated. I glanced in the mirror, checking my self out. I had been told the massager here was gorgeous, so I had played up my trim 22yr old body, wearing a fine lace bra and thong pantie set (another birthday present) and had my brown hair done up high. I wore a pair of tight dark grey jeans and a tank top. I may be married but that didn't mean I couldn't flirt occasionally

My musing was interrupted by the arrival of my massager. And gorgeous didn't even begin to describe.. her! A woman, I was surprised. She was beautiful, a fiery red head with the tight blue uniform shirt and skirt. Her breast fairly burst out of her top and her green eyes lingered on me.

"Sorry about the delay there miss?" she enquired as she sat down.

"Aurelia, Aurelia Watts" I said, I was so unnerved by this woman penetrating gaze that I didn't even correct her calling miss instead of mrs. 

"Aurelia," she said as if tasting every syllable "I am Samantha and we are very sorry about the delay and offer a full body massage as compensation. Would that be acceptable?"

I just nodded my head still shaken by her gaze.

"Please come with me?" she asked and stood up to lead me to the private room. Following her into the room I couldn't keep my eyes off her tight ass. She could be no more than my age or even younger. 

"Very well let us begin, if you could please strip off everything except for your panties?" she asked in a completely straight forward tone.

I was a bit surprised by the request, but I began to strip off. But as I removed my top I saw her eyes on me again and immediately felt my nipples harden. I had never really considered another woman before, if anything it had seemed a bit gross but here I was stripping for another woman (If only for a massage) and getting incredibly turned on. With a sly smile she instructed me lie stomach down on the massage table with my face looking through the small hole in the table.

Not knowing what to expect and feeling hornier by the second I almost jumped when she ran her hands over my left foot. With expert skill she began, first with my feet and then slowly moving her hands up my calf muscles. She was indescribable, her hands were like silk, moving and pressing their way up my leg. Her advance did not stop at my knees but carried on up my thighs, inside and out.

I suddenly found my self soaking wet this was unlike anything I had felt before, I was so turned on! I felt a soft hand brush my ass check for an instant. Before she stoped and made her way to my shoulders. I almost shuddered with pleasure as she began to stroke my shoulders. Then she bent down and whispered in my ear.

"You have the most amazing legs darling." Her voice was deep and husky. I clenched my teeth trying not to respond. This wasn't right, I wasn't a lesbian. Her hand slid down my back making circles before she came to my ass again.

"I'm just going to move this for a sec, okay darl?" she asked as her hands hooked under the lace thong, and began moving it with out waiting for a reply. I gave a kind of non committal grunt as I felt the thong pulled down to just below my ass checks.

I then had the biggest shock of my life. I felt her run her tongue down my ass crack. This was the final straw; I pulled my self up and turned to face her, only to find her only a few inches from my face.

"Something wrong beautiful?" she asked in her sultry voice.

"I don't wont to do this any more" I stammered.

"Really, your body says otherwise."

With a gasp I realised I was completely revealing my incredibly turned on body, stiff nipples, shallow breathing and soaking cunt. I desperately tried to cover my self. 

"I'm married I can't do this." I said quietly

But as I did she leaned in and kissed me, her tongue stabbing and probing into mine. It was the best kiss of my life, for what seemed like an age our tounges danced with each other

When she came back up for air she said "I won't tell if you won't?" and with a hungry smile she pushed me back down onto the table this time facing up. She moved my left hand and lowered her head down to my glistening sex organ. I began to stammer "No this is wrong, we shouldn't be doing this, please stop, stop." By my cries went unheard, as she began to run her tongue up and down my slit till she had my clit out in full view. She began to alternate between flicking it and burying it in her mouth and softly rubbing it in her teeth.

My cries, faltered as she carried on, driving me to climax. 

"Stop, oh dear god please don't stop" I cried, both my hands now stroking her beautiful red hair. Suddenly overcome by passion I began to remove her clothes. She stops for a few seconds to help, pulling her uniform off like a wild woman. Before she climbed up on the table, and lowered herself down on to my welcoming face in the 69 position. Suddenly I was confronted by another woman's sex right in my mouth. She smelt divine but I had little idea what to do. Samantha solved this by beginning her assault on my pussy once more. Following her lead I devoured her cunt like it was the last thing I would ever do. But just as I was getting in to the swing of it Samantha moved her hands under my ass and lifted my backside up, thrusting her head deeper in between my thighs. Her questing tongue found its goal and she penetrated it deep into my anus. I had never felt any thing like it before and immediately climaxed. I thumped and thrashed, moaning in pure ecstasy. Coming down off my high, I found her straddling my chest facing away from me, her ass checks firmly planted on my breasts. 

Looking back at me she smiled.

"You liked that?" she asked in a cheerful voice.

Just as I was about to respond Samantha desk phone chimed and the receptionists voice came through.

"Samantha, your eleven a' clock is on his way up he will be there in a few secs."

Samantha swore at the cheerful voice, swung her leg up and got off me.

Looking at the clothes tumbled together on the ground she began to pick up hers. Realising what was actually happening I jumped to my feet, looking for my panties, I realised they were now on Samantha. She smiled seductively, "you still owe me one darling, I keep these until you can pay me back."

I nodded "well I'll keep yours as insurance as well." I said, Samantha smiled at that and I realised she had worn no lingerie.

Desperately we harried into our clothes, when we were done Samantha embraced me pulling me in close, and planted her mouth on mine, this time I returned the kiss, jousting with her tongue, I felt her hand slip up and begin to grope my breast. This made me horny all over again. We only stopped when the door opened, standing apart and straightened our hair. The poor man knew something had been going on but we weren't going to tell. I left her room with the image of her smile firmly placed in my imagination. It was only when I got to the elevator that I felt something in my cleavage. Pulling it out it was a piece of paper. Written on it was a number, and the words call me. Placing the note back between my breasts, I smiled.



The Waiting Game



She waited, but patience was not one of her virtues. Her mind raced with thoughts of His return. Her body ached with the stress of the position He had put her in, locked tightly in cuffs high above her head and attached to the towel rack. Her eyes strained, trying to adjust to the darkness, desperately seeking that single hint of light, but there was none to find and her search was all in vain. It only served to tire her out, and so she leant back against the cold steel of the towel rack, sighed and gave in to the weariness that overtook her. At last her mind was quiet and she fell into a light, but peaceful sleep. 

She could hear movement outside, muffled footsteps, they woke her immediately, her senses fine tuned by the encompassing darkness. She sat up, straightened herself to alleviate some of the pressure off her sore wrists and looked at the door with mounting anticipation. She waited, but no one came. No crack of light, no knowing smile, no familiar touch, nothing. She waited and waited until she thought she could wait no more and then she started to cry. Giant crocodile tears that rolled down her cheeks and onto her bare breasts. And just when she thought she could take no more, He appeared, pushing her right to her limit and then bringing her back again. He walked around her, watching her silently, taking her poor, helpless and desperate form in. He smiled to himself, he did lovely work.

She longed for his touch and almost strained against the cuffs just to be nearer to Him. She watched Him watching her, watching what he had done to her, what he had reduced her too. She felt his eyes probing her, observing each change in her body and mind. She felt Him reading her, looking for just the right moment and just the right place to finally touch her. He approached her, towered over her tired form, and reached down cupping her chin in his strong hand. He lifted her face, looked directly into her eyes and in his deep, soft, comforting voice said, "Good girl".

And with that he reached down and she heard the familiar sound of his belt buckle being undone, but she knew this time there would be nothing to fear from the belt, she knew that now was not the time for punishment, now was the time for service. He would use her now, tiered, yielding and compliant, a glorious submissive and captive woman chained at His feet, His own creation. His cock hung in front of her pretty, tear stained face, she reached out with hungry lips and wrapped them delicately around it. She wet his cock expertly with her winding tongue. She sucked up and down the length of his hardening cock. She felt his excitement as it grew inside of her mouth. Her own body responding to his growing need, knowing that she was pleasing him only served to excite her more. She struggled to take it all the way into her mouth as it grew larger. He placed his hand firmly on the back of her head, pushing her deeper onto His now exceedingly hard cock. She felt it press into her throat, a feeling she was growing more accustomed to now after months of training. She swallowed as much of His cock as she could, his strokes intensifying as he felt the back of her tight throat wrapping around his cock head. He was fucking her face now, long, deep, hard and fast strokes. She struggled to breath, gasping for what little air she could, but gasping for air only made her choke, and she coughed and she gagged on his cock as he held her head tight, struggling on the end of his cock, her cuffs rattling on the towel rack in rhythmical rebellion.

Suddenly he released her, let her gasp for air, filling her lungs, regaining her composure. The drool and pre cum leaving trails from her lips to His cock, beautiful glistening reminders of her use. He stroked her hair and softly told her what a good girl she was as she looked up at him with big watery blue eyes and tear stained cheeks. She felt his grip tighten on her hair and she obediently opened her mouth for him, renewed and refreshed and determined to please him even more then before. This time she immediately took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. His grip loosened, His hand no longer needed on the back of her head, she knew what she needed to do. Take him in, swallow him down, her little head bobbing up and down in rhythmical time as her lips and tongue tempted and teased him all the way along. 

He pulled his cock from her hungry mouth, smearing her makeup with saliva and pre cum, evidence of what a dirty little slut she was. He tangled His fingers into her hair and pulled her up, a difficult maneuver when your arms are cuffed above your head. He whispered "I've got you" and she trusted Him letting Him pull her to her feet by just her hair. He positioned her facing the towel rack and roughly spread her legs with a kick. Realising that she would not be in for an easy ride she quickly grabbed onto the top bar of the for support. Almost as soon as she was standing she could feel the wetness escaping her running down her bare thighs. He laughed and inserted two fingers, twisting them up inside of her. She arched her back and moaned in automatic response to His expert knowledge of her body and what made her tick. He pulled the fingers from her sopping pussy and ordered her to open her mouth, making her taste her own wetness from his fingers. She sucked them clean and He pulled them out slowly, trailing his wet fingers down her chin and then pulling it towards Him for a kiss. He kissed her deeply, probed every part of her mouth with his tongue, tasted what she had tasted, tasted her desire.

He positioned himself behind her, rubbing his hard cock against her aching pussy. She was so wet that it almost slipped in too easily, He held Himself back, let just the head slip in and out. She pressed her round buttocks into Him, but she was not to control how much of Him entered her and her efforts were greeted with a firm smack on the ass. He again wrapped His fingers in her hair, and guided her slowly back onto Him. She could feel him pushing into her, entering her deeper, filling that need inside of her. The need that he had built up in her from the moment that she had awoken that morning. Tempting her, teasing her, leaving her alone with the thoughts of their conversations from the night before, and now he was satisfying that need. Filling her so full that she could feel Him within the deepest parts of her. Pressing right up against her cervix, in so deep it hurt. That penetrating pain that she loved to feel. 

They moved in time together, connecting deeper with each thrust. Her mind no longer hers, she thought what He thought, she felt what He felt, His power consumed her and she felt more submissive then she ever had before. His hand in her hair and his cock buried deep inside her pussy, it felt so good just to be fucked that she didn't care if she came, all that she could concentrate on was making Him cum inside her. Her mind floated off and her body overwhelmed her, sheer primal lust. She was now a slave to instinct, her mind and body responding, reacting, she did not over think the situation, she automatically knew what she must do to please him, bending and twisting and bucking beneath him like an animal possessed. 

The closer he came to cumming the more excited she became, but He held himself back, enjoyed the ride, enjoyed watching her respond to his touch, his kiss, his cock inside her. He stroked her like an animal, calming her, focusing her on the task at hand, then touched and teased and inflamed her again bringing her to the boil, both of them right at the edge of orgasm before He would bring them back down again. He did this over and over again until neither of them could hold out any longer and they came together, an explosion of passion deep inside of her. Her orgasm fuelling His. He filled her with hot, sticky, wet cum and she covered him in the same. Both of them mixing together inside of her, a cauldron of passion that bubbled over and dripped down her legs. She hung from the towel rack exhausted, her hands so tightly wrapped around the bar that her knuckles had gone white. She peeled her hands from the railing and shook them, returning the feeling to her soar hands, but she was still locked in place with the cuffs and couldn't move far. He pulled out of her slowly, turned her towards Him and kissed her deeply. Silently He left her. Chained, helpless and consumed. He left her there to reflect on what had just happened to her, He left there so that she would feel used. He left her their so that she would feel His, and she did.



The Waiting Game



(this is an entry in the "Summer Lovin'" story contest for 2013. It takes a bit before the "good stuff," but I hope you'll enjoy it if you stick with it until the end. Thanks!) 

*

If you didn't know her, your first impression of Sonya would be that she'd descended from a long and particularly prestigious line of varsity cheerleaders. Tanned, blonde, and sporty—she struck that perfect balance between fit and curvy. But she didn't get her figure from shaking pom-poms at some football game, no sir. She got it from fencing. From stabbing people, competitively. She had a gift for it.

That's how we first met, actually—she joined the university fencing team with me during our second year of college after transferring from overseas. The guys and the girls competed separately but trained together, and I'm happy to say that I fell in love the very first time Sonya jabbed her foil into my breastbone. She beat me without giving up a single point, then tore off her mask and shook out her long, wavy hair.

"You're really good," she said, further charming me with her adorable Australian accent.

I was still trying to figure out how I'd been so thoroughly bested by an opponent six inches shorter than me. "I know I'm good. You're just much, much better."

Sonya scrunched up her face into a guilty smile.

"I'm Michael," I said, extending my hand. But instead of accepting the handshake, Sonya raised her blade, taunting me:

"You wanna try again? Who knows, you might get lucky."

I DID get lucky. Not in the next match, mind you (she kicked my ass again, just as thoroughly as she had before), no, I got lucky later that night, after she invited me back to her dorm room to watch the big swordfight from Scaramouche.

We hit it off so well, we wound up hardly paying any attention to the movie. I couldn't believe how compatible we were. We could practically finish each other's sentences.

She was like a wild, glowing ball of light. Feisty and earnest. Bouncy, flouncy fun. Filled to the brim with art and ideas and an endless supply of energy. And for whatever reason, she was every bit as smitten with me as I was with her. I had never been so happy to lose a fencing match.

By two in the morning, Sonya and I were busy practicing a very different type of thrusting. She was moaning incoherently while I plunged into her from behind, sheathing myself to the hilt inside her warm body. I scooped up those deliciously soft tits in my hands and squeezed...

Sonya cried out in sharp ecstasy—her voice so fucking sexy—that boiling hot body, trembling in my arms—

I pulled out, roaring like an animal as I erupted all over her perfectly formed ass.

When Sonya and I both drifted back down to earth, we turned and saw her roommate standing awkwardly in the doorway, still clutching her keys. Eyes wide open...

At that moment, something snapped inside of us. Suddenly, having somebody else to watch became the biggest aphrodisiac imaginable. The following evening, right after fencing practice, Sonya dragged me into the girls' shower room, plopped me down on the bench inside, and promptly straddled my cock with her beautiful, naked body. Not a second later, all the other girls on the team strolled innocently inside and found Sonya riding me. Most of them ran off, giggling and shrieking, but two of the girls got such a kick out of our little exhibitionist display, they actually stayed to watch us finish. 

After that, our little "shows" became commonplace around campus. We became minor celebrities at school, even had a few jokes written about us in the school newspaper.

Sonya was the love of my life, and we were inseparable for the remainder of our college years. We studied together, we ate together, we even tried to survive that awful P90X workout thing together—so it went without saying that we were gonna move in together after graduating.

But then, at the last minute, the school randomly changed its mind and determined that two of Sonya's transfer credits would no longer count towards her degree. Apparently "Semantic Linguistics" wasn't "real" science. Try taking THAT awesome little piece of irony out for a test drive.

We were kind of fucked. The news came so late in the semester, Sonya and I had already signed the year-long lease on our new apartment—across the country in CALIFORNIA. I had a job there, waiting for me to start in a matter of weeks.

So, much as it sucked, our only option was to date long-distance for the summer. Actually, it wasn't even the whole summer, just eight weeks. It was far from ideal, but we'd survive. How hard could it be?

Very, as it turns out. VERY hard. Like, throbbing, engorged, non-stop Viagra-type hard. I found that out on my very first day on the job.

CHAPTER 1 -- MY VERY FIRST DAY ON THE JOB

They called me the "Inter-Departmental Liaison," but really, my responsibilities were basically limited to hauling shit up and down the stairs and driving it back and forth across town, because the two guys who owned the company refused to work in the same building as one another. 

Still, I couldn't complain. The pay was absurdly high for what I was doing, and for a guy just out of college it was a great entry-level opportunity to learn the business; meet the vendors, get the lay of the land, and get a sense for how things worked in the real world.

Like I said, I had two bosses, in two different offices, on opposite sides of town. My boss at Site A was Jerry—an older guy who actually made the effort to personally introduce me to everybody. Most of them acknowledged me with little more than a meager, monotone, "Hey." I wasn't particularly taken with any of them.

At least, that's how I felt until Jerry introduced me to—

"Mike, this is Claire, my assistant. She'll be your primary contact here at Site A."

Holy shit.

I tried to play it cool as the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life rose from her desk to greet me. She swept back a few strands of short, copper-colored hair and smiled thinly, giving me a quick once-over with her piercing, ice-blue eyes. Maybe five or six years older than me, Claire had a cool sophistication that would have looked right at home on the cover of a Paris fashion magazine.

"Nice to meet you, Michael."

There was something cold about the way she smiled at me. Sure, it was polite—but it felt deliberately polite. As if she wanted me to know that it required actual effort for her to be nice to me.

Regardless of her frosty personality, there was no denying that the woman was a knockout. Tall, slim, immaculately dressed in a tight pencil skirt that showed off long, exquisitely toned legs. And—because Claire had apparently won the proverbial Puberty Super Lotto—she was top-heavy as well, filling out her designer blouse with a set of big, succulent tits, wholly undeserved on such an otherwise slender body.

The more I thought about it, I decided maybe it was a good thing Claire wasn't warmer towards me. Given that my girlfriend would be out of town for the next two months, the last thing I needed was some gorgeous woman flirting with me for four hours a day. 

Which, of course, is exactly what I got with Tami.

She was my contact across town at Site B. 

Having grown up in Seattle, Tami brought with her a fun-loving, rock and roll sense of style. She was about 22 years old and at least partially Japanese-American, but she was about as far from the cliché "demure, petite Asian flower" as you could possibly imagine: wild, friendly, and incorrigibly flirtatious.

She also had curves like you wouldn't believe. A soft, voluptuous body with a nicely plump ass and—

And... and...

Damn.

Her tits were huge. Like, same-size-as-her-entire-head huge. Tami had the sort of breasts that invited comparisons to the largest available items at your local produce department.

I silently reminded myself not to drool. 

"Hi, I'm—"

"Mike, right?"

She jumped up from her desk and bounced across the room to meet me. I extended a hand to greet her, but Tami just swatted it aside and instead gave me a full-on hug—crushing the entirety of those unbearably soft tits against my body.

As she hugged me, Tami whispered, "I can't tell you how great it is to finally meet you! There are NO people my age at Site B, they're all like fifty or sixty. I have nobody to talk to. Imagine how stoked I was when I found out the new IDL was gonna be some cute, young guy!"

Aw crap. Did she really just say "cute?"

By the time I got home from that first day of work, I knew I was in trouble. My muscles ached from carrying boxes up stairs all day, and yet I was still sporting an erection that wouldn't go away. I couldn't believe my situation. Eight hours of each day—half my waking life—I was gonna be working alongside the two sexiest women I had ever laid eyes on.

And here I was, without my girlfriend for another TWO MONTHS. The sexual frustration was gonna be intolerable.

As I staggered up to my front door and fumbled to get my key in the lock, I consoled myself with the knowledge that I would only have to deal with Tami and Claire while I was at work. At least once I was off the clock, I wouldn't have to—

"Mike?"

It was Tami's voice. I looked up to see her and Claire standing in the hall, three doors down from my apartment.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked.

"We live here," Claire curtly replied. "We're roommates."

Tami shook her head in disbelief, laughing, "Is that really your apartment?"

"Yeah, I moved in last night..."

"I can't believe it! What are the odds? We're gonna be neighbors!"

Oh, great.

An hour later, I finally reconnected with Sonya via webcam, and even over the computer she could see how flustered I was.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"I just... I just REALLY wish you were here."

She grinned and told me how sweet I was. God, she was beautiful. I reminded myself that I really was a lucky bastard to have a woman like her in my life.

Then the building's electricity went out. 

No lights, no computer, and no way to charge my cell phone's dead battery. But worst of all? No air-conditioning. It was the middle of summer, and the temperature in my apartment quickly rose to over 100 degrees.

Luckily—or unluckily, depending on how you look at it—our apartment complex had a pool. My swim trunks were still packed away god knows where, but I figured the black boxer-briefs I had on were modest enough to go out in public. So I stripped to my undies, headed down to the pool, and dove into the cool blue water as fast as I could.

It wasn't as crowded as you'd think, given the insane heat. All told, there were only six other people in the water when I went down there. There were two little kids wearing floaties, their parents, an eighty-year-old woman in a mumu who just wanted to get her feet wet, and some creepy-looking older guy with a burgundy speedo and a big gold chain around his neck.

I tried my best not to think about the contributions those two little kids were making to the chemical composition of the water as I floated on my back, enjoying the sensation of weightlessness. At last, a bit of relaxation after a long day of carrying heavy shit up and down flights of stairs.

One by one, the others got up and left the pool area, until only me and the old woman remained. Unbidden, my mind started conjuring up some predictably racy thoughts about my two beautiful coworkers/neighbors. Tami and Claire... I idly wondered what Sonya would think of the pair of them when she finally moved out here in a couple months. Would she be weirded-out when she realized I'd been in such close, constant proximity to two world-class specimens of sexy? Or even jealous?

No, that would be silly. Sonya wasn't the jealous type, anyway, and it's not like she expected me to spend the rest of my life with blinders on, not even noticing when another attractive women crossed my path. Hell, there's no crime in just LOOKING at the two of them, is there? Course not! Just so long as looking was all I did, and nothing else.

NOTHING else.

No matter how badly I wanted to.

Clang! The pool gate slammed shut. I lazily spun my head to see who was joining me at the pool—

And there they were, strolling towards me. My two gorgeous tormentors, their delicious bodies wrapped up in beach towels. I threw them a friendly smile and a casual wave of my hand, trying to play it cool and not let on that my heart was already doing somersaults in my chest in anticipation of what I was going to see when those towels came off.

Please be bikinis, please be bikinis, please be bikinis... 

Don't be weird, brain.

"How's the water?" Claire asked politely.

"Wet," I grinned.

"Works for me!" Tami cheered, and she promptly dropped her towel.

Her suit wasn't a bikini, but I wasn't gonna complain about the view. Hot damn, those curves of hers were fantastic. She had on a blinding white one-piece that stretched across her luscious body like a second skin.

She took a running leap into the water, and my cock was already granite hard by the time she popped up for air and swiped the long, wet strands of hair off her smiling face.

"Whoo!" Tami cheered, then spun to face her still-dry friend. "Get in, it feels great!"

But Claire just circled along the edge of the pool, over to the shallow end, and dipped in her toe to test the temperature.

Tami turned to me with a conspiring grin, "She's kind of a chicken."

"I am not a chicken," Claire huffed impatiently. "I just don't like diving into ice cold water without checking the temperature first."

Tami burst out laughing, "How could the water be ice cold, girl? It's a million bajillion degrees in the shade. We're lucky this pool isn't boiling our pretty asses like lobsters."

Claire ignored her and went to strip off her beach towel—but she stopped at the last second, quickly giving me an appraising glance. From the look in her eyes, it was obvious why she was hesitant: Claire was wondering if it would make things awkward at work if I saw her in whatever skimpy outfit she had decided to wear to the pool.

I decided to make things easy on her and looked away, diving for fun down to the bottom of the pool and paddling around, hoping the exercise might do something to bring down my outrageous erection. No luck.

As I popped back up to the surface, I saw Claire's towel strewn across the side of the pool, and reflexively spun to catch a quick glimpse of her glorious, fair-skinned body as it slipped gracefully beneath the water.

Unlike Tami, Claire had decided to wear a two-piece; an itty-bitty little nothing of a suit. The top was gold, just a bit of string and a pair of positively immodest triangles to support the soft flesh of her tits. I didn't get a great look at the bottoms, but they were pink and pearlescent, and the way they were cut really did a great job of showing off Claire's incredibly tight ass and long, lithe legs.

As I tried to start a conversation with them, I silently wondered what they thought of me thus far. I consider myself a decently good-looking guy, and between the fencing team and my fairly active lifestyle, I've always kept in pretty good shape. Still, I didn't begin to approach these girls on the hotness scale, and I seriously doubted they'd been fantasizing about me all day the way I'd been fantasizing about them.

Still, what if one of them was interested in me? Okay, yeah, Claire definitely wasn't, with her icy smile and curt handshake—but what about Tami? She had called me "cute" at the office, and there was no mistaking all that flirting (and no way in hell was that girl unaware of the effect her "friendly" hugs had on me, rubbing those great big titties of hers all over my chest).

Maybe she was just a tease, but I figured it would probably be a good idea if I found a way to subtly drop the fact that I was in a serious relationship sooner rather than later. Who knows? It might even make Claire loosen up around me. Yeah. I should definitely slip my girlfriend's existence into the conversation.

"Does the power go out here often?" I asked instead.

"Oh my god, lately it's been happening all the time!" Tami answered.

Claire added, "Too many people running their air conditioners at once, we think. But we've only got one building manager who can fix stuff and he's only here in the morning."

Tami caught me checking her out, and shot me a naughty smile. "Good thing we have this pool to keep cool in the heat. I bet we'll be bumping into you down here a lot this summer."

She emphasized "bumping into" by literally bumping her body against mine.

Yeah, okay, she's definitely hitting on you, Mike. Better mention your girlfriend.

Tami continued treading water beside me, and I did my best to ignore the way her breasts were swaying beneath the water.

Her name's Sonya, remember? You've been dating for three years. Love of your life? Tell these girls you're off the market!

Was it just me, or had Tami's swimsuit turned just a touch more transparent than it had been before, when it was dry? In retrospect, I really wasn't doing a very good job of maintaining eye-contact.

Actually, I thought to myself, what's the hurry? So this girl is flirting with you, there's no harm in that. She's super hot and it's not every day a girl who looks like this makes a pass at you. Maybe you should just leave it be, for the moment. Tami's having fun, why put a damper on it? And Sonya's not even in the same state as you, she wouldn't get hurt if you flirted back a little, would she? It's not like you're gonna let anything ACTUALLY happen here.

You're not gonna ACTUALLY bring Tami back to your apartment and strip that wet bathing suit off of her body with your teeth. You're not gonna ACTUALLY slip a finger between her legs just so you can hear her moan while you spend hours licking and sucking on her heaving breasts. You're not gonna ACTUALLY fuck her senseless, in every possible position and on every available surface in your home.

Sure, you probably COULD do all that. If you really wanted to. I mean, she is clearly hitting on you...

"My girlfriend's gonna be so pissed when she finds out about these power outages," I hurriedly blurted out. The words sounded more forced and desperate than they probably should have. "She and I already signed a year lease."

Tami kept smiling, but I saw a bit of the wind go out of her sails. She quietly let herself drift a few feet further from me in the pool, for propriety's sake.

Claire, on the other hand, suddenly looked like a completely different person. She hadn't shown me a genuine smile even once, all day—but as soon as she heard me say the words "my girlfriend," she instantly relaxed. She started acting friendly—even silly. It made me wonder if her whole icy persona wasn't just some sort of subconscious defense mechanism she'd evolved to defend against constantly getting hit on at work.

The girls insisted I tell them about Sonya—she was going to be their neighbor too, after all—and so I laid out the facts of our whole frustrating, long-distance situation.

"Eight weeks without seeing each other? That's awful!" Tami said.

"Tell me about it."

"Do you even know anybody else out here?" Claire asked, frowning. "Or are you all by yourself until then?"

"Well, I don't exactly plan to spend the summer holed-up in my apartment with the curtains drawn—but no, I don't really know anybody out here. Not yet, anyway. Haven't quite figured out what I'm gonna do for a social life now that I'm officially a Californian."

My eyes travelled back and forth between the two women in the pool with me: Tami—short, curvy, and cute. Claire—tall, slender, and striking. Each of them ridiculously, impossibly beautiful in her own way. 

I laughed, "Although, I suppose I could have had a worse first night here than meeting the two of you."




The Waiting Game



"Aww!" Tami giggled. "Don't worry, we'll be your friends. We might as well get to know each other, if we're all gonna be working together, right?"

And with that, she surprised me with another of her big-breasted hugs. The soft curve of her hip rubbed up against my still-raging erection, and Tami's eyes widened at the sensation. Then, with her back to Claire, Tami gave me a brief, secretive wink.

"Anyway, it's getting late, we've gotta make dinner soon," Claire sighed, pointing up at the now inky black sky above us.

They both headed off and I stayed behind in the pool for a few minutes, waiting for my penis to calm down before I hopped back on dry land with a boner in full view of my neighbors. When I finally did emerge from the water, I realized that the 80-year-old woman was still sitting at the side of the pool, serenely poking at the water with her toes.

She looked a bit lost, so I walked over to her and asked, "How are you doing? Everything okay?"

"Oh, I'm just thinking," she said.

"Thinking about what?"

She turned to me, her eyes glinting with knowing mischief: "Thinking about how nice it would be if I could still fill out a bathing suit as well as those two friends of yours. Once upon a time, you know."

I just nodded, having no idea how in hell I was gonna respond to that. She saw my discomfort and chuckled genially. "Well, well, well. Mister big handsome man spends all evening flirting with two beautiful girls, but he gets all tongue-tied trying to talk to an old woman."

"Seems to be the case," I smirked.

"Did I overhear you say you're girlfriend is out of town for a few weeks?"

"Yeah."

"Well then, son, I suggest you hurry home and rub one out before you do something incredibly stupid. I know how a young man's mind works, believe me."

Blushing all the way down to my most vestigial internal organs, I nodded my thanks and, still naked except for my wet boxer briefs, I hurried back to my apartment, fully intending to do just as she suggested. Thank god for jacking off; the world's single greatest vaccination against infidelity—

I'd locked myself out.

In my hurry to get downstairs to the pool, I had left my keys inside, with the doorknob bolt locked out of habit. Now I was stuck out here, in the dark, with no phone, no keys, no wallet, and no clothes.

With a sigh, I realized there was only one thing to do...

...

"Michael?" Claire greeted me at the door to her apartment, now dressed in a pair of tiny cotton shorts and a simple grey camisole with no bra. She reflexively draped an arm across her swinging tits, soon as she saw me. Regardless, she was more covered-up at the moment than I was.

The girls had set up a few dozen candles around their apartment to combat the power outage, giving the space a soft, romantic feel. I heard the shower running and could only assume Tami was rinsing all the chlorine out of her hair.

Blushing, I said, "Hi, Claire. So, I'm really sorry about this, but it turns out I'm actually a huge idiot and... I locked myself out of my apartment."

Way to score points with your new coworkers, genius.

Claire moved aside and gestured for me to come in.

"Don't worry about it, it's happened to all of us at some point or another." She glanced down at my nearly naked body, and then added, "Albeit not in quite such a vulnerable state, I would imagine. Let me get you a towel or something to cover up."

She turned away and headed towards the bathroom, giving me a frustrating eye-full of her long legs and drum-tight butt. Just as she reached for the knob, the bathroom door swung open and, totally oblivious to my presence, Tami stepped out into the hallway, toweling off her long, black hair.

She was beautifully, utterly, naked.

For a split second, time froze. My jaw dropped open as I drank in the sight of her: Warm, smooth skin. Full, proud hips framing a tiny patch of pubic hair she had shaved into the shape of a heart. Her breasts—well, I almost fainted. I'd spent the better part of the past eight hours fantasizing about what Tami would look like topless, and I gotta admit my imagination didn't begin to do her justice. 

As she toweled off her hair, the motion caused her entire chest to shake back and forth.

"Tami!" Claire shouted. 

The beautiful, naked girl suddenly realized I was standing in her living room, gawking at her stupendous tits, and we both spun away at the same time, mortified.

There was nothing for it but to laugh. After I heard the door slam shut again, I called out, "Can I turn around now?"

"Yes, coast is clear!"

Claire was on-hand to pass me a large towel, which I gratefully accepted. As I went to cover myself up, I noticed her icy blue eyes dip south—just for an instant—checking out the way my cock was straining against the clinging damp fabric of my briefs.

Tami came out to join us a minute later, red in the face and fully dressed. She made a beeline for the freezer.

"Tamm, the power's out!" Claire cried. "You're gonna let out all the cold air."

"Would you please relax? I for one think we've all earned a sip or two of this."

She retrieved an ice-cold bottle of vodka from the freezer. "How about you, Michael? You look like you need a drink as badly as I do."

Bad idea, I told myself. Don't get drunk, not when your girlfriend's on the other side of the country and the only thing standing between you and the two hottest women on earth is a pair of boxer-briefs. DO NOT DRINK.

Before I could answer, Tami thrust a coffee mug into my hands, half-filled with neat, chilled vodka. The cold rush of air when she'd opened the freezer had perked up her nipples, which were now staring me in the face. 

Yes, I should have politely declined the drink, but I was only 22 years old and the idea of turning down free booze was completely alien to me. Instead, I just thanked her and immediately downed about three shots of the stuff.

Tami plopped down beside me on the sofa and took a long sip from her own cup. "Sorry for, like, accidentally flashing you just now."

"I'm sorry for looking."

"Well then, here's to being sorry!" Tami raised her glass, and we both drowned the awkwardness with another swig of vodka.

The girls let me use their phones, but as expected the building manager couldn't be reached and wouldn't be on-site until the morning. I considered calling a locksmith, but Tami absolutely forbade me on the grounds that it was way too expensive.

"You can just crash here tonight," she said, earning a wary look from Claire.

"I can't impose on you guys that much, I only just met you."

Tami squinted comically at me, tapping her chin in thought. "Then we'll just have to find some way for you to make it up to us. You look like you're pretty strong, I'll bet you could barter a night on our couch in return for giving us back rubs."

Claire practically spat out her drink. "Tami! Come on, we work with him! Try to be a little more professional, would you?"

"He's seen my boobs, girl. I think it's a bit late for that. Besides, if you were really so concerned with being 'professional,' you would have gone into your room and put on a bra the second he walked in the door. Don't even pretend like you didn't realize."

Claire reflexively covered her chest and took a deep drink from her cup. "I guess a back rub would be okay," she said, meekly.

Okay, Mike. This is your brain. You've had a fun evening ogling and flirting with these two women, but I'm finally drawing a line in the fucking sand. You are not, under any circumstances, going to get drunk and spend the night giving Tami and Claire back massages. You are gonna pick up that phone, call a locksmith, and when he arrives you are gonna go inside your apartment, jerk off, and go to sleep. Okay?

Wait—is that lasagna I smell cooking?

Turns out, Claire could cook a mean lasagna. They offered me a piece if, in return, I agreed to throw in a foot massage for each of them before we all went to bed.

So we drank, and ate, and generally had a very nice evening cracking jokes about what had transpired.

"So Mike, has that ever happened to you?" Tami asked. "Like, a member of the opposite sex unexpectedly walks in on you naked?"

"Well... I probably shouldn't say."

They both egged me on to tell them the story, so, with the courage of alcohol flowing through my veins, I recounted for them my first time with Sonya, and how hot it had been when her roommate had accidentally walked in on us.

"Oh my god, how embarrassing!" Claire cried out.

"Actually, that's the weird part—it really wasn't. Sonya and I have no shame when it comes to that stuff. It just got us more excited than ever."

"Really?" Tami asked.

"Absolutely. I mean, think about it—obviously it was pretty awkward earlier today when I saw you walk out of the shower. But didn't it also give you like, at least a little bit of a charge? I mean it's not like you've got anything to be ashamed of."

Tami blushed an even deeper red, but she nodded. 

"I guess... it was kind of fun."

She glanced nervously at Claire, then turned back to face me, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Michael, Claire and I need to discuss something in private for a moment, if you don't mind."

I nodded dumbly as the two of them got up and silently walked into one of the bedrooms. I heard urgent muffled whispers coming through the door, but I couldn't make out a single word.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Claire emerged, alone. Her blue eyes met mine, and with the same cold, detached expression she'd worn when we'd first met, she whispered, "I'd like to have my backrub now."

Without further explanation, Claire stretched out facedown across the couch cushions, her long legs and swimsuit-model butt just begging to be looked at.

"Where's Tami?" I asked.

"She's changing into her pajamas."

Casually as I could manage, I knelt beside her and slowly pressed my fingers into the muscles on Claire's back, rubbing through her camisole. I tried to convince myself that what I was doing wouldn't upset Sonya. It was just a back massage, after all. This was perfectly innocent. True, I was enjoying myself—growing more than a little excited at the feel of Claire's beautiful body in my hands—but what harm was there in enjoying myself?

Her muscles felt unbelievably tense beneath my touch, and I told her as much.

"Stress," she explained. "Had a lot on my mind lately."

"Like what?"

Instead of answering me, she just asked me to focus more on her shoulders. I silently obliged, wondering why Tami was taking such long time to put on those pajamas.

"I think she likes you," she said at last. The dejected tone in her voice was unmistakable.

"Who?"

"You know who. Tami. I think she's gonna try to make a move on you tonight."

My hands froze in the middle of her back.

Suddenly, my head was spinning, and not just from all the vodka I'd consumed. Since I'd started dating Sonya, I'd been hit on by other women plenty of times—but this was the first case where I felt like something might actually happen; the first time I actually, genuinely felt tempted to go for it. The memory of Tami's naked body flashed through my mind and I felt my gut tighten.

I honestly didn't know what I was going to do.

Claire rolled onto her side, her blue eyes imploring, "Listen, your personal life and what you choose to do are none of my business, but please just do me a favor."

"Sure."

"You wouldn't know it to look at her, but Tami just got through a really awkward breakup with her last boyfiend, and she's going through a pretty rough time right now. If you DO wind up like, doing stuff with her—please treat her well. Treat her like a princess. She deserves it, she's..." Claire looked away from me, her voice breaking as she finished her thought. "She's a special girl."

I nodded in agreement, and went back to kneading Claire's back. So Tami's on the rebound, I thought to myself. That explains why she's been so flirty and aggressive all day. 

"Nothing's gonna happen between us," I assured Claire, though the words didn't sound particularly confident.

A huge sigh of relief poured out of Claire, and she finally let herself enjoy the massage. The soft moans of pleasure she kept making as I rubbed her body did nothing to slow my racing pulse.

"I'm sorry to get all serious on you like that, Michael. Please don't be offended, I just can't stand the thought of seeing her hurt anymore."

I decided to change the subject:

"So Tami's newly single, but how about you? What's your relationship status?"

Claire frowned, considering for a moment how best to phrase her answer. "Unrequited," she sighed at last.

"What, is he married or something?"

"No, there's nobody else in the picture right now."

"You mean, you've got feelings for some guy, but he's not interested in you? I have trouble believing that, Claire. You're about the most beautiful woman I've met in my entire life. Not to mention, you're smart, a good friend, and a good Samaritan to stupid people who lock themselves out of their apartments."

"Ha! Thank you, Michael. You're sweet. But sadly it is the way it is."

I looked at her in the candlelight, our eyes meeting for an instant.

"If it was me," I whispered, "and I was single, there's no way I would ever be able to turn you down."

She smiled, kissed me quickly on the cheek, and then got to her feet.

"I'm off to bed, see you in the morning. We'll have the building manager let you back into your apartment. Thanks for the back rub."

She strolled over to Tami's bedroom and opened the door:

"Okay, honey. He's all yours."

She threw me a final, inscrutable look, and disappeared into her own room, closing the door behind her.

For sixty unbearably long seconds, nothing happened. I just sat there on the floor, alone in the dim, flickering light, breathing nervously. Then Tami opened her bedroom door and walked into view.

My heart jumped into my throat. She had changed into her "pajamas" alright—though that word typically conjures up images of long-sleeved, button-down flannel tops—not the tiny, pink satin camisole she wore stretched over those massive tits. The scooping neckline was trimmed with white lace, and the whole affair hung limply from a pair of the dinkiest little spaghetti straps I'd ever seen. No support to speak of; her soft, round breasts bounced and swayed totally unsupported beneath the material. 

Her bottoms looked like nothing more than a delicate ribbon of pink lace, doing nothing to deter my imagination.

"Wow," I moaned, provoking a big, self-satisfied smile on her adorable face.

"Just the sort of reaction a girl likes to get from a handsome man."

"You look... amazing."

My mouth hung open with arousal as she confidently crossed the room, closing the distance between us. Soon as she reached me, she leaned forward—giving me a torturous eyeful of her heavy, hanging cleavage—and yanked the towel off from around my waist.

I was too dumbstruck to move. We both looked down at my iron bar of a cock, jutting angrily out through the waistband of my boxers.

Her voice was sweet and sexy: "I think I'd like to take you up on that back rub now, if you don't mind."

I gestured for her to lay across the couch, as Claire had, but instead the voluptuous goddess just spun around and settled herself down on my lap. My cock was instantly squeezed between the warmth of her barely-covered asscheeks, which she wiggled for good measure.

Um, gulp? I'd expected her to be a bit forward, but I never in a billion years expected it to be like this. Keep it in your pants. Keep it in your pants. Keep it in your—crap, you're not wearing pants. Keep it in your underwear.

With every fiber of my being just aching to fuck this woman, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders and started the massage. Tami's head lolled to the side, revealing the feminine curve of her neck and giving me an unobstructed view down her shirt. She felt amazing in my hands, so smooth and yielding.

Absentmindedly, Tami dropped her fingernails to my naked thigh and began tracing random patterns in the skin.

"Just like that," she moaned. She closed her eyes, panting. A faint flush of color made its way down the swell of her bosom. 

I honestly don't know if I did it intentionally or not, but as I rubbed her shoulders, the two spaghetti straps holding up her top gradually slipped down over the sides of her arms, taking Tami's neckline down with them.

Millimeter by millimeter, that lace neckline travelled down the slope of her breasts, revealing more and more skin until it finally came to an infuriating stop—held up by nothing more than the plumpness of her aroused nipples. If either of us had shifted even slightly, Tami's top would have fallen to her waist and those huge, naked tits would have swung free.

I couldn't help myself: Slowly but deliberately, I worked Tami's massage from the back of her shoulders to the top of her chest, just below her throat. Daringly, I reached forward, my heart racing from the naughty thrill as my fingertips brushed up against the upper curve of her breasts.

Tami leaned back against my chest, forcing my hands a few inches further in the process. Her head fell onto my shoulder and she moaned, encouragingly, into the side of my neck:

"That feels nice, too."

It was like I was in a trance, watching as another man's hands eagerly slid their way over the tops of Tami's breasts and SQUEEZED. The motion finally made her camisole slide all the way down, revealing her full, beautiful chest in all its glory.

My palms slid down, gently grazing across her erect nipples—

"Oh yeah..." Tami groaned.

What the hell am I doing?! The voice inside my head screamed. This isn't you! This is wrong!

Tami slid her ass off my lap and walked her fingertips up my bare thigh, slowing as she tentatively approached my crotch. I looked down at her, panting huskily, her eyes filled with desire—

Our mouths crashed hungrily together.

The second our lips touched, Tami's hand closed the final centimeter to my cock and gripped it hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Our tongues teased along each other's lips—moaning, shaking in each other's embrace—

I was as horny as I'd ever been in my life. That nagging voice in my head sounded like he was shouting at me from the bottom of the ocean.

But nonetheless, I could still hear him.

"Tami, I'm sorry," I said, gently releasing her from my arms. "I can't do this. I've got a girlfriend."

Tami forced herself against me, kissing desperately.

"I won't tell her," she said.

"It's not that it's just—that's not the sort of relationship I want to have. That's not the sort of man I want to be."

God, she was so fucking gorgeous, looking at me wide-eyed like that. Her nude skin almost glowing in the soft, flickering light.

Tears welled-up in Tami's eyes. She quietly pulled her camisole back on and modestly crossed her arms in front of her braless chest.

I tried to place a reassuring arm around her shoulders, but she angrily shrugged me away.

"I'm sorry, I—"

"Don't fucking talk to me," she whispered. Before I could respond, Tami ran back into her bedroom and locked the door.

Fuck! I collapsed down onto the sofa, my cock still angrily throbbing against the fabric of my underwear. How the hell was I gonna fix this? What was I gonna tell Sonya? What was gonna happen at work tomorrow?

I still had eight weeks to go until Sonya moved out West. Fifty five more days of being around Tami and Claire. So far I'd only made it through one day—twenty four stinking hours! 

This was going to be the longest summer of my life.

CHAPTER 2 - WHOOPS

When the sun came up, Claire shook me awake and curtly informed me that it was time I got the hell out of their apartment. I stumbled around my new apartment complex—still in my underwear—until I finally tracked down the building manager and got him to open my front door.




The Waiting Game



The power was back on and my cell phone was charged and staring right at me. Three missed calls from Sonya. I felt awful. For a moment, I considered picking it up and calling her back right then and there, but she was probably asleep and I still hadn't figured out how on earth I was going to explain things to her.

I hadn't let things go THAT far with Tami, but I had still betrayed my girlfriend's trust. I had, to whatever degree, been unfaithful for the first time in my life, and it was killing me inside.

I knew I needed to tell Sonya. No twisting things around to make me sound like the victim, either. But that would come later, when we could actually have a conversation. For the time being, I sent her a quick text explaining about the power outage and promised to call her after work.

Which sucked.

For the first half of the day, Claire barely acknowledged my existence, always finding something incredibly pressing to busy herself with whenever I tried to explain what had happened. She was professional, but dismissive.

Tami, on the other hand, just tried to avoid me altogether. I had hurt her more than I'd realized, and she seemed too embarrassed to even look me in the eye. Since I couldn't exactly talk to her with all the other people around the office, I had the bright idea of writing her a discreet letter of apology, explaining that I thought she was great, and I was so sorry that I had hurt her feelings.

She tossed it in the waste basket without even reading the thing.

I spent about 10 hours at the office that day, and every second of it was so awkward it felt more like 10 weeks. When I finally made it back home for the evening, I got out my phone and called Sonya.

"I love you," I started simply. Right off the bat, my tone of voice told her something was very wrong.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"No, I'm not. I... let something happen. Something really stupid. And I need to tell you about it."

"What are you talking about?"

Every word took tremendous effort for me to force out, like I was pushing a boulder up a mountain. "There's... these two women at my new job. Last night, I—"

"Last night you WHAT?"

"One of them kind of had a thing for me and—I didn't push her away when I should have."

There was a long, painful pause while Sonya gathered her thoughts. 

Our relationship had been going great. She was supposed to move in with me in a couple months. A year from now, we both knew I was probably gonna start shopping for a ring. What if my behavior last night had put a wrench in all that?

"How far did things go?" Sonya finally asked.

"Second base."

"What the fuck is 'second base'? Is that like a blowjob or something?" she snapped.

"What? No! It's, you know, second base. First base is kissing, second base is feeling a girl up, third base is—"

"So you spent all night making out with some random girl and grabbing her boobs?"

"No, it was just for a couple of seconds, then I stopped it. I swear."

She made me sit through another of those horrible pauses.

"You promise that's all?"

"I promise. And I promise it will never happen again."

"This is so fucking lame, Michael."

"I know, babe, I'm so—"

She hung up.

"Sorry."

The rest of the week creaked by in pretty much the same miserable way, with Claire and Tami refusing to talk to me, and Sonya refusing to answer her phone or return any of my emails. I was so scared of losing her, I even considered flying back out east to see her in person—but ultimately accepted that she wasn't talking to me because she didn't want to. Maxing out my pathetic little credit limit to buy a plane ticket wasn't gonna change that.

I should have spent that first week going out, trying to get a feel for the city, making new friends and building a new life. But frankly, things were so weird I never felt like leaving my apartment. So instead, I cleaned and unpacked, organized all my shit, and then cleaned everything all over again. I filled what free time I did have discovering just how terrible most television shows really are when you watch them all by yourself.

When Saturday rolled around and I carted my dirty clothes downstairs to the community Laundromat, I stumbled upon Claire, just as she was cramming a load of wet clothes into the dryer. We both froze awkwardly at the sight of one another.

We were all alone. After four days of getting the brush-off from this woman, I finally had her cornered. Finally had an opportunity to explain myself:

"Claire, please just hear me out."

"No need, Tami told me what happened. Honestly, I kind of expected more from you."

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry things got out of hand. But I had to stop it before we went any further. I didn't want anybody getting hurt."

She frowned at me and shook her head. "No, you just didn't want YOU to get hurt. Look, I respect that you're not the kind of person who fucks around behind his girlfriend's back, but I told you—I TOLD YOU—that Tami was in a vulnerable place and you still took advantage of her."

"Whoa, whoa—I never took advantage of her! She was the one seducing me! I never did anything to lead her on!"

"You knew exactly what she wanted and you did nothing to discourage her. You let her keep coming onto you all night because it was stroking your ego to have some hot chick batting her eyelashes at you."

Claire walked right up to me, her icy blue eyes flashing with anger:

"And then, at the worst possible moment—when she was all excited and happy to have someone being affectionate with her for the first time since her breakup—you pushed her away. Do you have any idea how that feels?"

I looked down at my shoes. "I guess not," I sighed.

"And there are other people out there," she choked, fighting back tears. "People who would treat her so much better than you did. People who would love her and cherish her—but instead she set her sights on you."

And then it hit me, all of a sudden. Everything about Claire clicked into place. She wasn't just mad at me for hurting her friend—she was jealous of me. I looked into her eyes, realizing that Claire was hurting, too. Maybe worse than any of us.

"It's Tami, isn't it? That big, unrequited love you were telling me about the other night. It's your roommate."

"You don't know what you're talking about," she snapped.

But I did. There was a sudden, desperate fear in her eyes now that I'd brought it up. Fear of being found out.

"Claire, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. Does she know?"

She continued to glare at me, furious. But then, ever so slightly, her shoulders slumped, and all at once the steam went out of her. Claire's face fell and she just shook her head. She'd been holding back a tidal wave of a secret for god knows how long, and the pressure finally overwhelmed her.

The tears came back, more freely this time, and Claire slumped against one of the unused washing machines, trying desperately to force her sobbing under control. I sat down beside her, and when I went to wrap a reassuring arm across her shoulders, she didn't move away.

Halting words spilled out of her between breaths of air: "She's the best thing to ever happen to me. She's the best thing in my whole life. We do everything together! If I told her it would just scare her off."

"How long have you two been friends?"

"Less than a year, but—but I've never felt like this about anyone before. It's so great, but it hurts SO MUCH."

I hugged her, firmly as I could, trapping her inside the warmth of my arms.

"Does she even know you're gay?"

Again Claire shook her head.

"Look," I whispered soothingly, "under the circumstances I know I'm probably the last person in the world you'd even think about taking relationship advice from—but you need to tell her. If she's really your friend, she won't push you away. You need to trust her to do the right thing."

"What if everything changes?"

"Of course everything will change. There's no going back from an 'I love you.' But look at what's happening to you—This is tearing you up on the inside, and it's only gonna get worse."

After a few more deep breaths, Claire finally got herself together and withdrew from my arms, apologizing for the wet spots her tears had left on my shirt. She looked hard into my eyes and managed to quirk her lips up into a bittersweet, twisted smile.

"I don't get you, Michael. You're, like, a stupid asshole and a really nice guy all at the same time."

"I really am sorry I hurt her. And I'd really, REALLY like to be friends with you two."

"Please don't say anything to Tami."

"Hey, it wouldn't be my place."

That seemed to reassure her, and for the next forty five minutes the two of us waited for our laundry quite amicably. We chatted about nothing particularly important, just being friendly with each other. Neither of us mentioned Tami.

When Claire went about folding her clothes from the dryer, I caught an eyeful of several pairs of skimpy little thongs and panties, in all shapes and sizes.

"You have some sort of fascination with my underwear?" she teased.

I just shrugged my shoulders, caught:

"Honestly, I'm trying not to think about how they look when you're wearing them."

She rolled her eyes.

...

When I got back to my apartment, I saw that I'd missed a v-chat invitation from Sonya. She wanted to talk to me! Praying that it was good news that awaited me and not bad, I clicked respond and waited for her face to appear on my computer monitor. When it finally did, oh man did she look beautiful. She had just gotten back from a run was still all disheveled. A tiny band of sunburn ran across her cute little nose. Sonya was a knockout when she got all dressed-up, but there was something adorable about the way she looked when she was a sweaty mess that just melted my heart.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," I said.

"You're an idiot," she answered.

"I am, it's true."

Then, ever so slightly, she smiled at me, and my whole world lit up like a Christmas tree.

"I miss talking to you," she sighed.

I poured out my heart to her, telling her all the million things I'd wanted to over the past five days. Made sure she knew that she was the absolute, uncontested love of my life.

"Alright, alright!" she finally laughed, putting a stop to my gushy ramblings. "Listen, as long as it really was just a little harmless fooling around, and as long as you don't go making a habit of kissing other girls behind my back, then I forgive you."

"Thank you! When you get here I promise I am gonna make it up to you by sitting down with you and watching a dozen of those shitty old romantic comedies you love. In a row."

Sonya's beautiful lips curled up into a sinister smile.

"Actually, if you really want to make it up to me—take of your pants."

"Yeah?"

"Just shut up and do it," she ordered, "I've been super horny all week."

I was only too happy to oblige. Positioning myself in front of the camera to give her the best view possible, I slowly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. Then, without needing to be prompted, I teasingly slid my boxers down and stroked my cock until it was nice and hard for her. 

We both did love to put on a show.

Sonya clapped in appreciation, her cheeks turning pink with desire at the sight of my exposed penis. "Aww, I missed him, too," she giggled.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable without all those sweaty workout clothes?" I asked.

In response, Sonya quickly stripped off her shirt and her horribly constrictive jogging bra, letting her big, soft tits bounce free. My cock gave a little lurch at the sight.

"Oh yeah, we're gonna have to do this more often," I moaned, clicking the "record" button on the video player. 

The image on the screen only showed Sonya from the chest up, but from the motion of her arm it was clear that she was already starting to play with herself down below. She bit her lip and let out a little sigh of pleasure.

"Are you recording this?" she asked.

"Of course, are you?"

"Of course!"

My cock flexed even harder in my hand.

"I want—I want you to tell me what she looks like," she moaned.

"Who?"

"The girl you made out with. I bet she was really sexy."

Sonya was rubbing herself harder now, her breathing heavy and aroused. It was kind of an awkward question, and I honestly couldn't fathom what was going through her mind, but I decided to humor her, anyway:

"She's one of the hottest chicks I've ever seen. Adorable face, long black hair, tits out to here..."

"Even bigger than mine?"

"Way bigger."

"Oh, I'll bet she was all over you. Kissing you, groping you, rubbing those great big boobs in your face. I bet you loved every second of it.

"No, it wasn't like that—"

"Shut up," Sonya panted, continuing her story. "I bet you pulled her shirt off and sucked on her nipples like your life depended on it. Then she reached inside your underwear and stroked your cock until you were so hard you couldn't stand it anymore."

The dirty talk was really getting Sonya going. I watched the image on my computer as she raised her free hand to her beautifully aroused nipples and gave them a tug. My fist eagerly closed around my cock and kept stroking as she continued:

"Then I bet you bent her over the sofa, ripped off whatever slutty underwear she was wearing, and slowly buried every inch of yourself into her slit. How did it feel? How wet was she? What was it like feeling her ass bump up against you as you bottomed out? Did you grab her tits while you fucked her? Did you reach around and grab hold of those big boobs? Did you squeeze them as hard as you could? Did she moan for you? Did she shriek with pleasure?"

I grunted with arousal, my head spinning from the mental image my girlfriend was painting for me. Over my computer speakers, I heard the wet sounds as Sonya frantically rubbed her pussy offscreen. The motion vibrated her tits like crazy. Her words became practically incoherent with pleasure:

"I'll bet she—ooh—she came so hard with you inside her. I bet she woke the fucking neighbors with all her screaming. And then—oh my god—"

"Keep talking," I moaned, already feeling my climax approaching.

"Then I'll bet you pulled out and came all over her tits. Just everywhere. I bet you made a fucking mess of those things. And then—and then—"

I was boiling with arousal. Every muscle tightened, preparing for release—

"And then her sexy friend came over and licked it all off."

"Aah!" I screamed, spurting into the air in full view of the camera.

The visual of my orgasm finally pushed Sonya over the edge into her own euphoric oblivion. She sucked in powerful mouthfuls of air, shaking all over before finally—blissfully—collapsing in her desk chair.

"Sonya, holy shit!" I smiled, shaking my head in disbelief. "Where did that come from?"

"I don't know, I just—all week I've had this image in my head of you with that other girl, and as much as I hate to say it, it's been making me really horny! I've actually been fantasizing about it, can you believe that? It's crazy. Fantasizing about being there, I mean. About watching. Is that weird?"

"I don't know about 'weird,' but when you started talking about it—that was so damn sexy, honey. You saw me, I came in like thirty seconds."

"Come on, that wasn't all me. I'll bet you've been thinking about fucking those two ever since you met them."

"Well, yeah, but—just daydreaming. You know."

Sonya smiled, now more adorably disheveled than ever. "Mikey? How about next time you start daydreaming about those girls, you give me a call and... maybe we can daydream about it together."

When I woke up at 10AM the next day, I was already sweating from the intense heat. The weather forecast was predicting one of the hottest summers on record, and I believed it. I made a beeline for the swimming pool downstairs—this time remembering my keys and swimsuit.

Halfway inside the gate, I stopped in my tracks, utterly bowled over by the view of Tami climbing out of the pool. She'd worn a bikini this time—a skimpy one. Flimsy strips of dark blue fabric struggled to cover her bodacious body. Rivulets of water dripped down her curves as she crossed the patio area and took a seat next to Claire, who was soaking up the morning sun in yet another of the tiniest bikinis I'd ever seen. 

I wasn't sure where I stood with them, at the moment. Things seemed to have chilled out between me and Claire, but would Tami still give me the evil eye if I said hi? Or would it be even worse if I ignored them?

Claire saw me first, and the fact that she actually smiled at the sight of me was a huge relief. I strolled over—

Tami was not so friendly. Her dark, lovely eyes met mine, silently ordering me to stay away. I stopped in my tracks, held up my hands in surrender, and simply told her, "You deserve someone better than me."

She looked down questioningly at Claire, who mouthed the words, "Talk to him."

Tami nodded, grabbed her towel, and grudgingly jogged over to me—throwing an inadvertent bounce into her steps.

"Tami, I just want to say I'm sorry for—"

"The pool's kind of a public place to have this conversation, don't you think? Mind if we go somewhere else?"

That little voice in the back of my head warned me that going someplace alone with this girl might, once again, not be the brightest idea. But we needed to mend things and I figured the odds of anything EVER happening between us was about as likely as me ever getting into a real life swordfight.

I opened the door to my apartment and led her inside.

"Geez, you settled in fast," she said. "The last time I moved, I took like four months to get everything unpacked."

"Yeah, well, I've had a lot on my mind the past few days and it's helped me think."

She sat down at my breakfast table, now wrapped in a fluffy beach towel that did nothing to disguise the shape of her chest... Focus, Michael! I distracted myself by pouring my guest a glass of orange juice. I spoke quietly:

"Look, what happened the other night—I handled that in pretty much the worst way possible. I swear I never meant to lead you on, it's just—I wasn't expecting you to look the way you did when you walked out in those 'pajamas.' Sorry, I'm making excuses again."

Tami looked down at her glass of juice, thinking.

"How long have you and Sonya been together?" she said at last.

"Three years, almost."

"Tom and I were together for four. I thought he was the one, you know? We were each others' first."

She looked up at me, her lip twitching down into a frown. "It wasn't all your fault, what happened the other night. You told me you had a girlfriend. You dropped it into the conversation a propos of nothing. That should have clued me in right there that you weren't interested, but I just—I just needed—"

"You don't have to explain," I said.

"Have you ever been dumped?"

"No."

"It fucks with your head! Things between me and Tom weren't even BAD. They were going well. Too well, it turns out. It started to feel inevitable that we were going to wind up together. Get married, kids, happily ever after. And all of a sudden he started freaking out that he'd only ever had sex with one girl. Like he was entitled to some macho right of passage, fucking all kinds of women before he was forced to settle down."

"This guy dumped you because he liked you too much?"

"I know! What kind of sense does that make? And ever since then I've been going crazy trying to figure out what the hell is going on with me. I'm not even acting like myself! I mean, look at you—I was throwing myself at you, even after you said you were in a relationship. What kind of trampy bitch does that? I've never done that ever in my life."

"Hey, I wasn't exactly complaining."

Fifteen minutes later, we'd finished making our amends and were back at the pool with Claire, cooling down in the chlorinated water. Claire had forgiven me, Sonya had forgiven me, and now Tami had forgiven me. Everything was finally right in the world.




The Waiting Game



Well, everything except the fact that I couldn't take my eyes off those two girls as they splashed around in their itty-bitty bikinis.

"So, did you tell your girlfriend about it?" Claire asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, but—actually, could you guys do me a favor? Would you mind meeting her? Like on webcam?"

"Why?" Tami joked, "so she can hire an assassin to hunt me down?"

"Look, I know it's a weird request, but if she just saw how sexy the two of you are, I think it'd score me a lot of points in the forgiveness department. Let her know just what kind of temptation I was up against."

Both women rolled their eyes. They exchanged some sort of psychic communication between themselves, and then Claire turned to me and said, "Might be awkward, but why not? She's gonna be our neighbor in a few weeks, anyway. We may as well get this out of the way before we have to see her in the flesh."

That evening, I brought my laptop over to their apartment and set it down on the coffee table, so that Sonya could see all three of us sitting on the couch. We waited nervously while the computer started up, and then suddenly Sonya's beautiful face was filling the screen, her eyes bugging out in surprise. I quickly made the introductions:

"Hi Sonya. This is Tami and Claire, your future neighbors. Ladies—this is Sonya, my girlfriend."

The three women self-consciously waved at one another.

"You are REALLY pretty," Tami said at last, breaking the ice.

"Me?" Sonya cried, "You two are like, I mean damn. Michael's description did not do you guys justice."

Luckily, Sonya was so funny and energetic, she put the other girls quickly at ease. By the time we disconnected the session, everybody almost seemed like old friends. I guess it shouldn't have been that surprising—they were all terrific people, after all—but still, under the admittedly unusual circumstances...

"Fuck, Michael!" Tami elbowed me in the ribs. "That chick is, like, a world-class hottie! Last week I was all jealous of her, but now I'm more jealous of YOU."

Claire nodded in agreement, "Yeah, she seems—wait, Tami, what do you mean 'jealous?'"

"Oh, just ignore me. I'm lonely and horny and frustrated. I don't know what I'm saying."

I had to fight the urge to laugh at the absurdity of it all—there was genuine lust in Tami's eyes! Some part of her actually found my girlfriend attractive, which meant that she probably found other women attractive, as well...

I secretly gave Claire a look that urged, "tell her!" but all I got in response was a quick shake of the head. That girl was never going to come out to her roommate, not until she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that Tami might be interested.

Well, fine, I thought, I can help in that regard. 

As I went to pick up my laptop, I "accidentally" clicked open my video player, bringing up a window with a frozen image from my previous chat with Sonya. I'd re-watched it at least three times since then, and it was currently paused at my favorite part, just as Sonya's face was twisting with rapture, mid-orgasm. Her hand was frozen, tugging fiercely at her beautiful naked breasts.

I made sure that both Tami and Claire got a chance to see it before shouting, "Whoops!" and slamming the laptop closed.

"Sorry ladies, that's personal."

Tami looked at me wide-eyed. "Thanks a lot, Michael. Like I wasn't horny enough before."

I looked over at Claire, who was blushing self-consciously.

"Wait—Tami, are you bi?" I asked, feigning surprise.

"No, it's just—" She looked back and forth from Claire to me, then shrugged her shoulders in frustration. "Fine, yes, I think girls are hot, too, okay?"

Claire went pale, quietly asking, "Really?"

"Yes, really. And frankly, you haven't exactly been helping me get over this breakup, always looking so hot every time we go out. Seriously, if you weren't straight, it would have been you I was coming onto last week and not Michael. We could have avoided all this mess. No offense, Michael."

"Hey, no need to apologize," I joked. "I think she's hotter than me, too."

Claire couldn't believe her ears. "But, you never told me."

"You never asked! Besides, you always acted all weird and uptight whenever I'd point out that another girl looked hot around you. Like you thought it was gross or something."

"No, that's not—that's not why I acted like that."

Tami put her hands on her hips, getting annoyed at her friend's cryptic behavior. 

"Well then, why?"

I decided it would be best to let the two of them finish this discussion in private. They were so caught up in the moment, I don't even think they noticed me leave.

Once I was back home, I immediately opened my laptop and chatted up Sonya again.

"Jesus, Michael, you could have warned me!" she laughed.

"Yeah, I probably should have. But now you see what I've had to deal with ever since I got here."

"I probably shouldn't say this, but honestly? If I was you, and either one of them was coming onto me, I probably wouldn't have been able to stop myself the way you did."

"You should have seen the bikinis they were wearing at the pool this afternoon."

I heard a muted snap over the speakers as Sonya discreetly unbuttoned her pants.

"I want you to tell me all about it," she whispered...

CHAPTER 3 -- THE WAITING GAME

For the record, I am not a morning person. Never have been. For me, the challenge of overcoming the inertia of my groggy sleep state conjurs mental images of Houdini, breaking free of a straight jacket and fifty iron chains while under twenty feet of water. Yet somehow, I always manage. And as I was stumbling though the garage, groggily searching for my car to go to work, I bumped into Claire.

Normally the sharpest, most together person at the office, today she looked every bit as exhausted as I was.

"Long night?" I asked.

"Didn't get a single minute of sleep." A huge, shit-eating grin spread across her face, "But I'm not complaining."

"So, you and Tami?"

She nodded ecstatically, "Turns out there was a lot of pent-up tension between us."

"Damn, I only wish I could have seen it."

I finally found my car climbed inside.

"Hey Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"That naked picture of your girlfriend—showing us that wasn't an accident, was it?"

I gave her my most innocent expression. "What do you think?"

"I think I owe you one. I think we both do."

She glanced quickly around, checking to make sure there was nobody else in the parking garage with us.

"Speaking of which," she said, and then she quickly yanked up her blouse, flashing me a glimpse of her perfect, creamy breasts encased in a virtually transparent lace bra.

"See you at work," she smirked.

From then on, Claire did that every single morning. Always giving me a quick flash of her absolutely delicious—albeit totally unattainable—bosom. Her little way of thanking me for helping to bring her and Tami together. It quickly got much easier for me to wake up in the morning, knowing what was waiting for me downstairs. 

If my first week working around Claire and Tami had been sexually frustrating, my second week was sexually excruciating. Since I had been the catalyst of them coming together, I also suddenly became their new mutual best friend, constantly on the receiving end of hugs and smiles and a mountain of affectionate attention.

And Tami—because she was Tami—went back to flirting shamelessly with me. Not with the goal of seducing me this time, just with the goal of making me feel like a stud. Still, it's hard to spend four hours a day hearing a hot, big-breasted girl tell you how good you look without your imagination running wild. And it didn't help that, ever since the night I'd given her that first back massage, there still remained an ever-present, unconsummated sexual tension between Tami and I. I couldn't stop dreaming about what would have happened if I hadn't pushed her away.

As predicted, the summer only got warmer, and as a result I spent most evenings and weekends in the pool at my apartment complex, splashing around with my two lovely coworkers and their increasingly sexy bikinis. Once the sun went down, we'd drift freely between each other's apartments, just enjoying each other's company.

At least once per day, they'd get turned on and start making out, right in front of me. But just as things started to get steamy, the girls always politely asked me to leave so they could have some privacy.

Sometimes—and I'm not proud of this—I'd stand just outside the door after I left, straining to listen through the wood as they moaned orgasmically in each other's embrace.

To combat all the sexual frustration, Sonya and I invented what we called "The Waiting Game"—waiting until she finished her summer school class so that she could get her degree, move out west, and we could go back to fucking like rabbits. 

The Waiting Game worked like this:

Virtually every night (excepting when the power went out), I'd webcam Sonya before I went to bed and we'd masturbate furiously while she and I took turns telling steamy stories about Tami and Claire. I'd make up some scenario about an after-hours office-rendezvous with Claire, where I'd sit her down on the office copier, hiking up her skirt over that nice, tight ass, and fucking her—hard and rough—until she came so many times she couldn't see straight. 

Or Sonya would narrate a fictional evening I spent dancing with Tami at a club, watching those enormous, round tits bouncing gloriously to the music as I ground my cock up against her soft, sexy body. I wouldn't be able to wait to get her back to my bed. I'd yank her clothes off right then and there, and screw her brains out against the wall, furiously suckling at her big, naked boobs.

Eventually, we started including Sonya as a participant in these stories, not just a voyeur, a development which drove her wild with lust. We'd discuss how she and the girls would all take turns fucking me and riding my mouth to endless, earth-shattering orgasms. Sonya particularly liked to fantasize about what she called "three-girl blowjobs."

But the despite the nightly cyber-sex, Sonya and I were frustrated beyond belief. In our three years of dating, we'd never gone more than a week without having sex. Now, neither of us had gotten laid in MONTHS. As the date of her move to California grew closer, the days just started to drag on and on. I couldn't stand it. Couldn't endure waiting for her to get here so I could finally fuck away all the hormones that had built up.

And yet, endure it I did. Filling my days hanging out with Tami and Claire, and filling my nights listening to my girlfriend describe how she wanted to watch me screw their brains out. 

Then, after months of waiting, on the night before Sonya's flight out west—

"Ungh!" Sonya moaned, tilting the webcam down to show me that she had, in fact, inserted a third finger into her drenched blonde pussy. I continued my story where I'd left off:

"Then, with you and Claire sitting there watching, I pin Tami to the bed and straddle her chest—squeezing my long, aching cock between her humongous tits..."

"And then I throw Claire down on the bed right next to you!" Sonya blurted out.

The hand on my penis froze, mid-stroke. This was a new development.

"And what do you do to her?" I asked.

"I climb on top of her beautiful, gorgeous face and I—I—Oh god, I can't believe I'm saying this..." Sonya's face had turned bright red with arousal. She was fighting to breath as the fantasy overwhelmed her.

"What happens?" I pleaded.

"I drop myself onto her mouth and she—oh fuck! She licks me until I'm screaming—screaming—"

Sonya promptly started screaming, coming harder than I'd ever seen before.

"Wow," I smiled. I was already anxious to re-watch the video of Sonya's orgasm. Sonya shook herself back to reality.

"Is that really something you want to do?" I asked.

"I don't know. But it sure is hot to think about."

"Yeah."

Sonya and I both said our nightly "I love yous," and went to sleep.

...

I spent the entirety of the next day preparing the apartment for Sonya's arrival. Scrubbed everything top-to-bottom, stocked the fridge with all manner of yummy foods, and finally got around to putting away the absurd treasure trove of Xbox games I'd offhandedly left scattered all over the living room carpet.

Tami and Claire went a little out of their way too, baking cupcakes and purchasing a nice vase of flowers to greet their new neighbor.

Finally, after all those weeks of waiting, at 4:55 pm I got the call from Sonya saying that her flight had landed safely. I ran down to my car as fast as my legs would take me and broke one or two minor traffic laws getting my ass to the airport.

She was waiting for me, my oasis in the desert, standing at the curb outside the airport with a trio of suitcases that each looked bigger than her entire body. Considering that Sonya had been crammed in coach for the past six hours, I couldn't believe just how fantastic she looked. Loose-fitting clothes, no makeup, hair in a simple ponytail—none of it made a difference. She was a goddamn goddess. I parked the car at the yellow curb, hopped out, and—

"Hey you."

"Hey yourself."

I grabbed her and we kissed until airport security literally started screaming for us to move along.

Traffic getting out of the airport was a nightmare, but I hardly cared. I had Sonya back. Just feeling her presence next to me was enough to make me happy.

"So, how long until we get back to the apartment?" 

"Depending on traffic, maybe a couple of hours."

"I don't think I can wait that long," she whispered, raising a naughty eyebrow. Her hand slowly moved into my lap.

"I missed you," I sighed, stiffening as she unzipped my fly.

"Mmm, been a hard couple of months, hasn't it?"

"You can say that again."

I forced all my concentration on the road in front of me as Sonya lowered her devilishly plump lips over my cock.

Yes... I could not believe how amazing her blowjob felt. It had been so long since I'd felt any real sexual contact from another human being, I'd have sworn Sonya's lips had suddenly developed magical powers.

She made me come twice in her mouth on that drive home, and by the time we finally reached our apartment she was positively dripping with arousal. For fun, I carried Sonya over the threshold and tossed her playfully on the bed. 

"There! Now get naked while I go and get your bags from the hallway. I'll give you the tour later."

Sonya giggled and hurriedly climbed under the covers as I ducked back outside for the luggage. Tami and Claire were standing in the hallway. 

"Is she inside?" Claire asked, excited.

"Can we meet her?" Tami smiled.

For a split-second, I almost said, "Actually guys, I think she and I would like a little alone time, if you don't mind. I'm sure she'd love to meet you later tonight, though."

But then I thought about all those endless weeks Sonya and I had spent fantasizing about these two girls, and all the sexual frustration they had inadvertently built up in us along the way. So, instead of being polite, I decided to be diabolical.

"Yeah, of course," I said. "Come on inside."

Soon as the girls were inside, I promptly stripped off my shirt and kicked off my shoes.

"Michael?" Claire looked at me, confused.

"She's just through here," I explained. By the time we reached the bedroom, my pants were a puddle on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Tami whispered.

With a shrug, I opened the door and walked inside to find Sonya laying across the bed, naked as the day she was born. Her eyes flashed with excitement when she saw the two beautiful girls standing in the doorway behind me. I tugged my tight-fitting boxer-briefs down over my ass and let them slip away, giving Tami and Claire their first ever view of my naked butt—then I finally climbed into bed beside my girlfriend.

Sonya and I kissed hungrily, moaning into each other's mouths. I rolled onto my back beside her, making sure Tami and Claire got an unobstructed view of the action. Sonya gingerly cupped my balls as I slowly walked my fingers up her stomach, to the sweet softness of her breasts. With my other hand, I walked the fingers downwards, across the trimmed patch of blonde fuzz between her legs, and slowly began stroking the slippery outside of her cunt.

"Holy shit," Tami groaned, and both Sonya and I looked back over our shoulders, locking eyes with the two beautiful, slack-jawed voyeurs standing in our doorway. Their hands were clasped together in a vice-like grip and they were breathing fast—either terrified or totally turned on by what they were seeing.

We said nothing to them—talking always breaks the spell.

Sonya gently clasped my shaft, loosely sliding her grip up and down just tightly enough to make grazing contact. As she rolled onto her side, both of Sonya's beautiful breasts toppled into my face and my lips captured a plump pink nipple.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of Tami's hands drop between Claire's legs, anxiously squeezing the girl through her pants.

Awesome, so they like the show.

Sonya and I rocked back and forth on the bed, gently teasing each other until we were both at peak arousal. Sonya's warmth flooded across my fingers. She swung herself around and maneuvered over me—reverse cowgirl—so that we could both have a clear view of our audience in the doorway.

Taking hold of my length, Sonya carefully positioned her hot, boiling cunt right over the tip—generously lubricating me with her arousal.

"I can't—I mean, we shouldn't be—" Claire stammered.

Then I grabbed hard onto Sonya's hips and pulled her down onto my cock.

"Oh fuck yes! Finally!" Sonya screamed, screwing her hips around to take me even deeper. Her head fell forward, limp, dropping wavy curtains of blonde hair across her tits.

It was one step too wild for poor Tami and Claire. They self-consciously backed away and we heard the door shut as they let themselves out of our apartment.

"Aww, looks like we lost our audience," Sonya pouted.

"For now, maybe. But they were getting into it, I could tell." 

I dropped one hand to strum her clit while Sonya bounced up and down in my lap. I surprised her by pounded my hips up into her, throwing off her rhythm and provoking a sudden, unexpected shriek of delight.

She twisted her head back, whispering in my ear as we fucked:

"I can't believe it, those two are so much hotter in person than they were on the computer!"

She gave my earlobe a quick lick and pulled off of me, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs invitingly. With a big, dopey smile on my face, I crawled atop her body and plunged inside.

Sonya and I fucked ALL night. Moaning and groaning without a care in the world. Coming more times than either of us could count. Kissing and crying and laughing as our bodies exhausted themselves making up for all that lost time.

We slept in until two in the afternoon the next day.

Once again, it was over a hundred degrees out and, once again, I woke up already sweating.

"Where's our bloody air conditioning?!" Sonya whined.

"Power's out again. They're supposed to have it finally fixed by next week."

"Just in time for summer to come to an end?"

"It's California, Honey. Summer never really comes to an end."

We took a speedy shower to rinse the night's lovemaking off our bodies, and then it was time to show Sonya where I'd been spending all my time the past few months: the pool.

I insisted she descend the stairs first, so I could check out her spectacularly tight fencer's ass in her new bathing suit—the first g-string Sonya had ever bought. It didn't disappoint.

Neither did Tami and Claire. After their self-conscious exodus from our apartment last night, I'd wondered if we'd find them at the pool today dressed more modestly than usual. Not so. 




The Waiting Game



Claire emerged from the water wearing an old-fashioned string bikini, emblazoned with the American flag. She'd worn it once before, on the day of our 4th of July BBQ, and that suit had held a special place in my heart ever since.

Tami's polka-dot bikini covered up a bit more, but then, she had a bit more to cover. Wide triangular cups with no underwire did little to support her massive breasts, and the suit's distinctive cantaloupe color couldn't help but remind me of—well, you know. Best of all, the material was stretched so thin it was impossible not to see the shape of Tami's prominent nipples, proudly perked-up thanks to the cold water.

They greeted us eagerly enough, but there still seemed to be a bit of lingering awkwardness after last night.

"Hey, sorry if we went too far," Sonya said. "We just thought it might be a good bit of fun."

Damn, four seconds after getting in the pool and I'm already hard again...

"It's okay, we're all grown-ups," Claire said.

"We just weren't expecting, you know," Tami giggled. "Although, after all the wicked tales Michael told us about what you two got up to in college, I suppose we really should have been more prepared."

I gave Sonya a wink.

"How much have you told these two about our sex life?" Sonya exclaimed, feigning outrage.

"Oh, he told us everything," Tami laughed.

"Really? Has he told you about the Waiting Game?"

I discreetly shook my head at her. Sure, the exhibitionist part of me had been tempted to tell the girls how prominently they had featured into our fantasy lives, but it had always seemed just a bit too inappropriate to ever actually bring up.

"Ooh, what's that?" Tami asked.

I cut Sonya off before she could say anything else. "We tell each other sexy stories when we're using the webcams, that's all."

Claire and Tami could sense that I was hiding something, but they let the matter drop. We spent the next hour splashing around the pool just as we had all summer, though this time I had the added pleasure of Sonya's wet, dripping body prancing around in my field of vision. When Claire reminded us that they had actually baked Sonya a "welcome to the neighborhood" cake yesterday, we all decided it was time to dry off and head over to their apartment for some afternoon dessert.

Soon as we got inside, Tami turned to face us, shifting slightly from one foot to the other.

"So, I've got a question about all that sex in public stuff you guys used to do."

"Used to?" Sonya smirked.

Tami ignored her, "Don't you ever get, like, nervous?"

I took Sonya's hand in mine. "Of course we get nervous. But it's like a first kiss—the nervousness just makes everything that much more satisfying."

"Does it make the sex better?" Claire asked.

"Oh god, yes," Sonya laughed.

"Now where's this cake?" I asked.

Tami looked questioningly at Claire, and the redhead gave her an excited nod in return.

"It's in the kitchen," Claire said, speaking quickly. "But first I'd like to wash off the chlorine, if you don't mind. I'll only be a second."

"Yeah, we'll only be a second," Tami giggled, then followed Claire into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. A second later the shower turned on and Sonya and I both burst out laughing.

"Well, I at least THEY'RE having fun," Sonya grinned.

"I gotta say, I'm a little disappointed. With the way Tami was talking to us just now, I kind of thought that those two were gonna—"

Click.

The bathroom door unlocked. Sonya and I turned towards it, wondering if we'd really heard what we thought we had. A second later, the doorknob turned and the door swung open, just a crack.

Oh my god.

With bated breath, I took Sonya by the hand and walked across the girls' apartment, standing nervously outside the unlocked bathroom door. Were these girls doing what I thought they were doing? Were they really inviting us to—?

Sonya opened the door before I could finish thinking.

I almost lost it when that door opened. I almost came, just from the sight of what awaited us on the other side of that door.

Tami and Claire were PAWING at each other behind the glass shower door. Smooth thighs, rubbing together. Slender fingers, gripping soft skin. Lips and tongues, eagerly exploring. 

Every inch of their hot, soapy bodies was on full display for Sonya and I.

At first, they were too lost in each other to pay us much attention. But eventually Tami's nervous eyes swiveled in our direction and saw the lust on my face.

She immediately turned her attention back to Claire and gave the girl a ferocious kiss, moaning:

"Oh god, Claire, they're right there! They're really looking at us!"

We really were.

As they kissed, their glorious tits mashed together—slipping and sliding all over the place from the soapy water.

Claire hazarded an amorous glance in our direction, then gasped in surprise as Tami urgently dropped her mouth to the girl's wet nipple and started sucking. 

Never taking her mouth away from Claire's perfect tit, Tami deftly reached a hand down between her lover's legs and started rubbing—

"Mmm..." Claire moaned, her fingers grabbing a handful of Tami's long black hair.

I took a moment to appreciate how beautiful Claire's tall, graceful body really was. Though I'd briefly glimpsed Tami naked all those months ago, I had never once seen her beautiful copper-haired girlfriend in the buff. 

"I had no idea Claire was completely clean-shaven down there," I whispered to Sonya.

"Eight weeks of fantasies, and we've been getting it wrong!" she whispered back.

Claire's cry of pleasure brought us back to attention. She was getting close to her limit, but she wasn't going down without a fight. Suddenly dominant, Claire pulled Tami's mouth off her breast and pushed the girl back against the wall of the shower. Then she grabbed the detachable shower nozzle off the wall and slid it down along Tami's body—over the shape of her enormous breasts and wide, healthy hips—until it was pressed firmly against her clit.

Their mouths crashed together once again as the rubbing resumed, Tami with her fingers and Claire with the showerhead. Steam filled the bathroom, giving the whole scene a hazy, almost unreal atmosphere.

The moaning and groaning in the shower intensified, until both lesbian lovers were teetering on the brink. They turned towards Sonya and I—looked at us, looking at them—and then they climaxed together in a beautiful harmony of sexy screams.

We both applauded their performance.

"That was like, the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Sonya breathed.

The duo of naked girls stumbled out of the shower, still embracing one another in post-coital bliss.

"That was like the sexiest thing I've ever DONE," Tami laughed.

"Now it's your guys' turn," Claire insisted. "You two need to rinse off all that icky chlorinated water, too."

She was looking at Sonya as she said it, plainly ogling my girlfriend's skimpy g-string bikini.

"Of course we do," Sonya said, releasing my hand and walking over to Claire. "But first, could you help me take off my bathing suit?"

Claire looked to Tami for approval, and quickly got it. Then we all watched as Claire's trembling fingers pulled loose the catch on Sonya's strapless bikini bra and let it fall to the ground. My girlfriend's full, round breasts popped free right in front of Claire's face, and it looked for a second like she was actually going to give them a lick—

But she chickened out, and instead she circled around behind Sonya and loosed the skimpy piece of string holding up her bottoms. For good measure, Claire gave Sonya's tight butt an appreciative little squeeze as she lowered the g-string down her legs.

"Now you," Tami said playfully, turning her attention to my hilariously tented swim trunks. I couldn't stop staring at her naked body, now only inches away from me. Weeks ago, I had been so close—SO FUCKING CLOSE—to having Tami all to myself. I knew I'd made the right choice by being faithful to Sonya, but fantasies of Tami had caused me so many sleepless nights since then. I wanted her so badly, I didn't trust myself. So I just stood there like a statue and let her decide how she wanted to disrobe me.

"Do you still think about that night? About what might have happened?" Tami asked, sidling up to me.

"You have no idea," I answered, prompting Sonya to laugh.

"So do I," Tami whispered. The longing in her eyes spoke volumes. Was it possible? Had she been fantasizing about me just as feverishly as I had her?

Then my inner monologue turned into drunken gibberish as Tami closed the distance between us and pressed the thick tips of her nipples against the smooth muscles of my chest. She slowly dropped to her knees, dragging those nipples down along the entire length of my body as she went. I almost came as I felt the weight of her tits sliding along the length of my erection.

When she was mouth-level with my trunks, Tami leaned in and grabbed the waistband with her teeth, then gave the whole suit an exaggerated tug to get it over my turgid cock. With my erection now millimeters from her lips, Tami gave me one final, appraising smile, and returned to her feet.

Sonya grabbed me by the hand and pulled me impatiently into the shower.

"You need to fuck me right the fuck now," she panted.

We didn't waste any time as Sonya hiked up one of her athletic legs over my hip and used it as leverage to stuff my cock into her pussy. We kissed beneath the spray of the water, fucking impatiently while Tami and Claire watched from the sidelines. I gently pressed my thumb against Sonya's clit, and felt feminine fingers clawing into my back in gratitude.

Her wet breasts slapped against me with every urgent thrust, splashing droplets of water up under my chin.

"Oh yes—oh yes—oh FUCK YES!" Sonya came, arching her back and thrusting her tits up into the air.

My stomach tightened, my cock pulsed, and a monstrous climax rose up, ready to destroy me—

I looked lovingly into Sonya's eyes, but then she touched a finger to my chin and turned me to face our audience.

They were fingering each other again!

I exploded inside of Sonya, my excess cum pouring down her inner thigh to be washed away by the shower. She and I collapsed against one another in the shower, struggling to stand up straight. Sonya turned and smiled at the other girls—the objects of so many of our fantasies.

"Now, who wants to have cake?" Claire asked.

CHAPTER 4 -- AND EAT IT, TOO

Nobody bothered to get dressed as we all sat down around the coffee table to finally get a taste of that long-promised dessert. The cake wasn't anything fancy—lemon sponge cake with buttercream frosting—but Claire was an excellent baker and whatever secret ingredients she snuck into that recipe made it easily the best piece of cake I'd ever eaten in my life.

As Claire went to cut us all a second slice, Tami casually turned to Sonya and me and asked, "So, what was all that about a 'Waiting Game?' Sonya was gonna say something but you stopped her, Michael!"

"Come on, Michael," Claire called out from the kitchen. "What was it you told me about always being honest with people?"

Sonya looked at me for permission, excited to spill the beans.

"Fine," I shrugged. After all that just transpired, I figured we may as well.

This was gonna be interesting.

"It's easier if I show you," Sonya explained, then she daringly darted out the front door—still buck naked—and returned a few moments later with my laptop in her arms.

She plunked the computer down on the table, opened my "videos" folder, and—

"Is this the most recent one, Michael?"

I nodded, nervous. Sonya played the file, and Tami and Claire watched, transfixed, at the recorded video of Sonya, tilting the camera down to show us all that she had, in fact, inserted a third finger into her drenched blonde pussy. 

"Whoa, hard core," Tami giggled.

I heard my own voice, coming through the speakers:

"Then, with you and Claire sitting there watching, I pin Tami to the bed and straddle her chest—squeezing my long, aching cock between her humongous tits..."

Claire and Tami looked over at me in surprise—

"And then I throw Claire down on the bed right next to you!" It was Sonya's voice, this time, and it got even more of their attention.

"And what do you do to her?" my voice asked.

"I climb on top of her beautiful, gorgeous face and I—I—Oh god, I can't believe I'm saying this..."

"What happens?"

"I drop myself onto her mouth and she—oh fuck! She licks me until I'm screaming—screaming—"

Claire instinctively reached out and paused the video, blushing deeply. She looked at Sonya in a whole new light.

"So, this Waiting Game you two play—these dirty stories—sometimes they're about us?" Tami asked.

"Actually," I said, "They're always about you."

Claire couldn't stop looking at Sonya. "And you were okay with this? You didn't get jealous of him fantasizing about me and Tami?"

"I started it," she answered bluntly.

I decided it was time to come clean:

"Fact is, you guys are the most gorgeous, sexy women I've ever laid eyes on, and I've been around you almost 24-7 for the entire summer. At first, this game was just a way for Sonya and I to let off some steam, but then it sort of became..."

"It sort of became our entire fantasy life," Sonya finished.

Nobody knew what to say, so Claire just decided to serve us all our second helping of cake.

I was grateful for the distraction, but before I could consume even one bite of it, Sonya picked the cake up off my plate and childishly smeared it all over my face.

"Aw, I'm sorry, let me clean that up for you," she laughed. Then she straddled my lap with her nude body and began licking the cake off my face.

It was hilarious, sure, but by the time she was done, I could already feel my cock coming back to life.

"Payback time," I laughed. I picked up Sonya's slice of cake, aimed it at her face—but at the last second I let it drop, splattering all that delicious buttercream across her cleavage.

"Hey!" she cried, but a second later I was already licking the stuff off her nipples and Sonya decided she wasn't mad at me anymore.

Across the table from us, Tami decided to get in on the fun, as well. She grabbed a slice of cake, turned around, and smeared it deliberately across her own butt—shrieking with laughter as Claire bent down and teasingly started licking it off.

Finally ready for some real action, I planted Sonya's bare butt on the edge of the coffee table and smeared more cake all over her cunt.

"Oh yeah, I've been waiting for this," she cooed.

"So have I, sweetie," I said, and then I happily let my mouth enjoy the blissful flavor of Sonya's adorable wet pussy.

"We need to try some of that," Claire laughed, sitting herself down on the coffee table right next to my girlfriend. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Tami swirling a liberal amount of frosting across her lover's most intimate regions.

Seconds later, Sonya and Claire were both moaning at the ceiling, gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles as Tami and I licked the cake from between their legs. Approaching orgasm and intoxicated by arousal, their eyes met—timid at first, but then—

"Kiss her," Tami urged, every bit as turned on as I was.

Sonya and Claire timidly locked lips, moaning with unbridled delight at the taste of a new lover.

"Oh yes," Sonya mumbled, totally losing her mind.

Unable to hold herself back any longer, Claire let go of the table and reached out to grope at my girlfriend's body. Sonya followed suit, squeezing Claire's big, perfect tits. 

The sight made my dick grow hard enough to cut steel.

"I think we should move this into the bedroom," Claire panted. Sonya nodded in agreement. Tami and I reluctantly pulled our mouths off our lovers' pussies and turned instead to one another.

"You guys go ahead," Tami whispered, looking hungrily at my body. "We'll join you in a minute."

Claire got up, but Sonya looked back to me at the last second. "Are we really doing this?" she asked, uncertain.

"Only if you want to," I answered. 

Sonya took one last look back at Claire, who disappeared into the bedroom offering one final glimpse of her long, slender legs and that absurdly incredible ass.

"I want to," Sonya grinned, and chased afterwards. They actually had the nerve to close the door behind them.

But, much as I might have enjoyed seeing what Claire was getting up to with my girlfriend in there, my attention was, at that moment, entirely focused on Tami. She crawled towards me on all fours, her heavy breasts swinging back and forth.

"That first night—where did we leave off?" she asked.

"Back rub?"

"I think we can skip past that part, don't you?"

"Hell yes."

Just as she had before, Tami threw herself at me—but this time I didn't pull away. I fell onto my back with her on top of me, all those delightful curves squashed against the shape of my body. My unruly erection pressed rudely against her soft thigh.

Our lips collided with a ferver, and before I knew it both my hands had dropped south to grab hold of Tami's ass. I pushed her hips up and to the side, until we could both feel the hot tip of my cock bumping up against the slippery entrance to her pussy.

I hovered there, luxuriating in the moment, but we both knew it was still too soon to go quite that far—we hadn't had enough of a chance to enjoy each other's bodies just yet. Tami closed her eyes and moaned at the sensation as my cockhead grazed back and forth across the outside of her slippery folds, refusing to go in.

Her lips travelled down, kissing my chin, my jaw, my throat, and finally my chest and nipples. Her hand reached between our two bodies, seeking out my cock and gently gripping it between her fingers to test its girth.

I let out an "Mmm," of approval, and watched, elated, as Tami continued to kiss her way down my body: past my stomach, sliding her wet tongue through the soft tuft of my pubic hair, finally coming to a stop with the side of my cock laying against her cheek.

"I think we need some more cake," I breathed.

Stroking my shaft with one hand, Tami reached up and grabbed the last slice of cake off the table—then she rubbed it liberally up and down the length of my erection.

"I think I need some more cock," she joked.

She turned her head to the side and planted a series of soft, wet kisses up and down my penis. Her tongue flicked out—teasing me—delicately licking off the frosting one drop at a time, until my entire shaft was clean of cake and dripping with her saliva.

"God, you're good at that," I moaned appreciatively.

She looked into my eyes, her lips still pressing up against the underside of my cock. 

"You just wait," she breathed. Then she lowered her mouth around my shaft, taking me deeper and deeper down her throat, until she had swallowed every inch of me.

My head slammed back against the carpet in ecstasy. I couldn't believe what she was doing. No girl had ever done that to me before—taken me all the way inside her mouth. Not even Sonya. What the hell was wrong with this ex-boyfriend who had dumped Tami?

As slowly as she had sucked me in, Tami let me slip back out—then she dropped her head again, bobbing up and down to give me a wonderful, slow-paced blowjob. 

It felt great, but I didn't want to come just yet—and if I let her keep this up, that was gonna be unavoidable. I delicately extricated myself from her throat and sat up, whispering, "I want to have some more cake, too. Come here."

I crooked my finger and she happily climbed into my lap, her scalding cunt rubbing against the side of my cock and her titanic cleavage bulging up inches below my chin.

We kissed again, more sweetly this time, letting our lips linger. Tami handed me what was left of that last slice of cake, and I carefully swirled the frosting around her engorged nipples. She helpfully leaned backwards and thrust out her chest, offering up the entirety of her bosom as a culinary delight.




The Waiting Game



Unable to restrain myself a moment longer, I dove in, exploring the shape of her nipples with my tongue. 

Her fingers grabbed hold of my hair and she pulled me in tighter, forcing my face against her breasts. It only took a second for me to lick off all the frosting, but instead of pulling away, I kept going—licking and kissing all over Tami's curves. Burying my face in her cleavage. Groping and squeezing with my hands, letting my fingertips flutter teasingly across her nipples.

I had dreamed about this girl's tits a lot over the past months, and I fully intended to enjoy the moment. Tami seemed content to just let me play. She kept moaning in my ear, and her breathing quickened as I lifted up her left breast and ran my tongue up along its curved underside.

"I'm ready to go into the bedroom, if you are," she whispered.

In response, I hopped to my feet and tossed her body over my shoulder in a fireman's carry. I took Tami across the apartment, to the closed bedroom door, where the sounds of blissful female moans were clearly audible coming through the wood.

"I wonder what they're up to in there," I grinned.

"Let's find out," Tami laughed.

We walked inside to find the toned, tanned bodies of our two lovers splayed across the bed, scissoring one another. Their legs intertwined and their pussies rubbed together with hot, wet friction. Both Claire and Sonya's breasts were swinging crazily from all the motion. They glanced up when they saw us, but neither girl made any move to stop.

I can't begin to tell you how strange it was to see Sonya with another woman. Fantasizing about it had been one thing. Seeing them kiss had been another. But now? Watching as my girlfriend writhed her naked body against Claire's? Listening her mews of Sapphic pleasure? It didn't even feel real. Part of me wanted to pull her away and keep her all to myself.

-But only part of me. And a small part, at that. Most of me was way too fucking horny to care.

I dropped Tami onto the mattress beside them and kneeled down, lowering my face to her crotch, admiring the adorable little heart-shapped patch of trimmed hair she had down there. I lapped gently at the slick pink flesh of her pussy...

"Oh, forget the foreplay. Just fuck me now!" Tami whined, and rolled over onto her chest, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to present me with her delicious ass.

"Whatever you say," I answered, placing my hands on her hips and lining myself up with her entrance. Sonya looked over at me, eager to watch.

"Do it," she ordered.

I pushed the head of my cock inside and roared with pleasure.

Tami's body was like heaven. So wet and warm and tight. She whimpered with pleasure, grabbing handfuls of the bed sheets as I slid smoothly inside her sheath, all the way to the root. Her soft buttocks pressed against my pelvis.

It blew my mind. Months of flirting and fantasies all building to this moment: Me, pleasuring Tami with my cock while Sonya watched. 

I withdrew, and then slowly pushed back into her, gradually upping the pace with each thrust. Tami shuddered around me, and we both kept our eyes on Sonya and Claire as they fucked beside us. With one hand squeezing Tami's ass, I reached around with my other and wedged it beneath her until I felt her clit against my palm.

"Urr, yes!" She shivered, writhing her body against my hand as I thrust into her harder and harder—until her ass was clapping loudly against me.

Carefully, I lifted one of Tami's legs up over my shoulder—rolling her onto her side with me still inside of her—and proceeded to saw in and out of her cunt.

The sight was too much for Claire. With a fierce, full-body spasm, she climaxed against my girlfriend's body, then collapsed limp onto the bed, still watching with disbelief as I fucked her woman.

Momentarily relieved of duty, Sonya crawled over towards us to get a closer view of the action, until her face was right next to where my cock was dipping in and out of Tami.

"This is so crazy," she laughed.

With a glint of naughtiness in her eyes, Sonya extended her tongue and leaned forwards, between us. She licked along my cock—slick with Tami's juices—and when I plunged back inside the girl, Sonya's tongue followed suit, playfully swirling around Tami's clit.

Tami's eyes bugged out with pleasure, and she promptly reached out and grabbed Sonya's ass—pulling the lovely blonde's crotch towards her face.

"Come here," she moaned.

Sonya spread her legs and cooed as Tami craned her head down and planted a big, sloppy kiss on her steaming core.

For about the millionth time that day, I couldn't believe my eyes. As I continued to fuck Tami, she was 69'ing my girlfriend. I dropped one hand to Sonya's hair, the other hand to Tami's ass, and just went for it. Thrusting as fast as I could—

"Mmm!" Sonya moaned, her thighs clenching—

"Aah!" Tami screamed, her breasts bouncing—

"Fuck!" I shouted, and the three of us climaxed together in a huge explosion of bliss.

I pulled out, still spurting—and Sonya and Tami dutifully spun around to catch the last of my cum across their tongues.

"I think we all could use another shower," Claire observed.

Nobody disagreed.

...

After the shower, things calmed back down a little bit. We got dressed, went out for pizza, and returned home after nightfall, hoping the power would be back on. 

It wasn't.

But things could have been worse. Sonya and I brought over a bottle of nice red wine, Tami and Claire lit the candles all over their apartment, and the space was bathed once again in that soft, romantic glow.

"What an amazing day," Sonya sighed, relishing a sip of wine.

"Are we gonna do this all the time, now that we're neighbors?" Tami asked.

I looked around the room at the three girls, each of them beautiful beyond belief. How lucky can one guy get?

"I don't see why not," I grinned.

Claire set down her glass and turned towards Sonya and I—

"I know it's getting late, and we should probably all turn in soon, but before we do..."

"Yes?" Sonya asked.

"Am I right in assuming that we're all up for one more round of fun? Now, amongst all those fantasies you two had about us, over all those weeks apart, was there anything in particular you've been dying to try?"

My pulse quickened. Sonya took my hand and said, "You go first, honey."

I stammered, "Well, Claire, you have been flashing those tits in my face every day for the past two months. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't dying for a taste."

"I think I can arrange that," Claire laughed. She stood and circled the coffee table, looking absolutely stunning in her little sundress. She straddled my lap, squeezing her arms together to accentuate her cleavage, and bit her lip.

Not needing a further invitation, I slipped my fingers beneath the straps holding up her dress and slid them off her shoulders, letting the neckline drop down to reveal a sexy strapless bra. I bathed the swelling tops of her breasts in gentle kisses as my hands reached around Claire's back to find the clasp—

Got it.

I groaned as her proud pink boobs popped into view. 

"Careful, they're kind of sensitive," Claire whispered.

She placed a hand on the back of my head and tilted my face down—slowly—until my nose pressed into the top of her breast and my tongue found her nipple.

"Oh yes..." she moaned.

"I didn't even know you were interested in guys," Tami said.

"You never asked," Claire laughed.

I continued to suckle Claire's perfect breasts for a few minutes, but then a new urge overtook me and I suddenly kissed her on the lips. Claire pulled away, but only for a moment—just long enough for her to pull my shirt off over my head.

Beside us, I heard the sound of more kissing as Sonya climbed into Tami's lap and they began a steamy, sensual make-out session of their very own.

My hands hiked up Claire's dress and I dipped a few fingers inside her already soaking-wet underwear. She unzipped my jeans and reached inside—

"Back to the bedroom?" she pleaded.

"But all of us together this time," I answered.

Our clothes were gone before we even made it through the door. We fell onto Claire's queen-size bed as a group—kissing, licking, and fondling. Everywhere I looked—everywhere I touched—there was always another beautiful female body to enjoy.

"Okay, now it's my turn to call out a fantasy," Sonya exclaimed. "Three-girl blowjob!"

That's the girl I love, alright.

I leaned against the headboard and watched in amazement as all three ladies—Tami, Claire, and Sonya—crowded around and worshipped my cock. I thanked god I was big enough down there that they could all get a seat at the table. 

It was sensory overload; too many tongues and too many beautiful faces. The girls made it even worse by constantly kissing one another with my shaft trapped between their lips.

Then, all of a sudden, Sonya went totally rigid. I looked down to see that Tami had discreetly snuck her fingers up my girlfriend's snatch. With my cock all but forgotten, Sonya grabbed Tami by the shoulders and pulled her aside, all to herself. She practically inhaled Tami's breasts.

Now alone with Claire, I pulled her mouth off my glistening cock and took her in my arms—sitting her back on my lap and again kissing her on the lips. Softly, she stroked my penis where it lay trapped against her bare-shaven pubic mound.

"Do you want me?" she whispered.

In response, I grabbed hold of Claire's perfect ass, lifted her up into the air, and then gently lowered her body onto my cock.

She shivered at the sensation, and her arms wrapped tightly around my back, holding on for dear life.

"I can feel your heart," she whimpered. "I can feel it beating though your chest."

"I can feel yours, too."

Then the moaning started. Sonya and Tami took turns licking at each other's breasts while their fingers feverishly went to work down below. Claire fought to keep breathing, her torso draped limply across mine as her ass clenched again and again with each thrust of my hips.

"Oh yeah..." she sighed, her teeth grazing my earlobe.

I ground my pelvis against her clit, rolling my hips—

Beside us, Tami screamed, "Oh!" and erupted into orgasm, shaking like a leaf. She fell onto her back, gasping for air.

Claire went crazy at the sight of her girlfriend coming like that. With renewed vigor, she planted her hands on my shoulders and took control, bouncing up and down. Once more unattended, Sonya snuck up behind poor Claire and reached around, pulling at her sensitive pink nipples with one hand and strumming the girl's clit with the other—

"YES!"

I almost lost it as Claire's hips shook and shuddered around my cock.

Still at maximum hardness, I withdrew from Claire's spent body and reached for Sonya, herself still in need of a good climax—

"Wait," Tami whimpered, "I want to do it like—like you talked about doing in the Waiting Game. How did it start? First Michael gets on top of me."

She rolled onto her back, squeezing her humongous, juicy tits together in invitation.

I straddled her chest, my rigid penis already slippery with Claire's arousal. Tami spread her boobs apart, letting me lower myself down into her pillowy cleavage.

She looked up at my face, beaming with pride at how impossibly turned-on I was. "I want you to enjoy yourself," she said. Then she mashed her boobs back together with me trapped between them. My hands fell onto her melons and held on for dear life as I pounded away, fucking the greatest pair of tits the world had ever seen. The head of my cock speared out the top of Tami's cleavage and she craned her neck so that with each thrust my tip bumped up against her tongue... 

Wow. Now THERE was a mental image I'd never forget. 

Claire seductively cuddled up to Sonya, and asked "What happens next? I forgot."

"I throw you down onto the bed beside them," Sonya answered huskily. She playfully threw Claire down onto the bed beside us.

"And then what?" Claire asked.

"Then I climb on top of your beautiful, gorgeous face—" Sonya continued, straddling one leg on either side of Claire's head. "And then I—I—"

Claire finished the story herself. She reached up both hands to grab Sonya by the hips, and pulled the girl's cunt down onto her talented tongue.

"Oh! Oh!" Sonya screamed. She and I looked at each other in disbelief. She was fucking Claire's face. I was fucking Tami's tits. Our wildest fantasies, playing out before our very eyes.

Sonya and I leaned towards each other, our lips colliding for a passionate kiss. Her arms folded behind my back and pulled me close, pressing her chest against mine.

The air was pungent with the smell of sex. The bed shook below us and Sonya screamed in happiness. My cock became a blur on Tami's chest, thrusting back and forth through the smooth, slippery tunnel between her tits... 

"I love you," Sonya panted.

"I love you, too."

We both came within seconds of one another. Sonya's hips writhed uncontrollably around Claire's mouth while I went off like a canon, coming again and again across Tami's cleavage.

Finally expended, the four of us collapsed onto the mattress in a heap, catching our collective breaths.

"So, this is the Waiting Game, huh?" Tami asked. "I kind of like it."

"I'm done waiting," I laughed. "From this day forward, I just want to PLAY."



The Waiting Game



"You're on your way home, Sir? Now?"

"I am."

Hal bit his bottom lip. Shoot, shoot, shoot. He hadn't planned anything for dinner. "How long until you get here?" 

Mac drove one-handed down their street, other hand holding his cell. "Actually, I'm about to pull in the drive."

Hal ran a hand through his hair, mind whirling. A sudden flash of lights in the driveway caught his attention and he glanced out the dining room window. Sure enough, there sat Mac's car. 

Well, there went defrosting anything. And oh God, he was dressed! He was not supposed to be dressed when they were at home, and Mac just pulled up and there was nothing ready for dinner and just...

"Shit." Hal winced. "Aw, man. Sir, I didn't mean to say that, it's just—" 

"I know you didn't, boy. You've done very well cleaning up your language, but that's still one."

Hal bit his lip again. That was one strike with the leather belt, and Mac wasn't even in the door yet. He was tempted to argue that Sir had surprised him arriving home early, thus the cuss word had slipped out. Since he was surprised, he really hadn't earned that demerit. He also knew arguing would only earn him another one, so he kept his mouth shut. 

"Sir, I-I didn't cook dinner." He hadn't seen the need when it was just him. "I thought... But yesterday you weren't coming come until... Oh, God, I'm dressed too and—"

"Calm down, Hal. I know you weren't expecting me. Things wrapped up early and I wanted to surprise you. Don't worry about not having dinner ready for me or about being dressed. I wasn't home so you don't have to be nude. You're not going to be punished, so stop biting that lip. " 

Hal immediately stopped. "How did you know I—"

Mac laughed softly. "Because, boy, you always do that when you're nervous." 

"Damn, I do?" Hal's eyes widened.

"Yes, so stop. If I want your lips sore and puffy, I'll make them that way. And Hal?"

That sounded like fun. Maybe Mac would let him suck him off first. There was nothing he liked more than giving his Sir head. "Y-yes?"

Mac sighed. "That's two. Language, Hal."

Hal's mouth fell open. Not another one! Why was he suddenly having trouble controlling his tongue? "Crap. Jeez, I didn't mean... Arrrgh!"

"Boy, you really need to calm down. You know how you're supposed to behave. Now, take a breath and get yourself under control. Stop and think before you act."

Hal took a deep breath. His Sir was right. He needed to get a hold of himself. "Yes, Sir. I'm trying. I'm also sorry about dinner."

"Don't worry about it. Not having dinner ready isn't the end of the world, especially when you weren't expecting me home. Besides, we can eat out or order in... later."

Hal's stomach tightened. "Later?"

"Yes, later." Mac turned off the vehicle and opened the driver's door. "Do you remember what we talked about? What I said I wanted as my coming home gift?"

Hal blushed down to his knees. Oh yes, he did indeed. "Yes, Sir."

"You have thirty minutes." Mac hung up and walked to the back patio.

Hal shut his cell and hurried upstairs to accomplish the tasks they'd talked about last night. The first thing he did was take note of the time. Mac had given him thirty minutes, which meant he didn't have time to mess around. 

He turned the table lamp on low, then unmade the bed. As he smoothed the white satin sheet back, his eyes fell on his wrists. A slight smile crossed his face as he stared. His two-inch wide cuffs were black Latigo leather embossed with thorns. The steel O-rings were etched with an ivy motif. He touched the matching collar around his neck and shivered. 

Both the collar and the cuff were handmade and beautifully detailed. Mac had designed them especially for him. No one else would ever have a pair exactly like what his Sir had made for him. Mac had given them to him on his twenty-fifth birthday. In the five years since, Hal wore them proudly, wanting everyone to know he belonged to Mac.

He stripped, folded his clothes, and left them on the chair in their bedroom. Opening the toy chest, he moved things around until he found the black leather blindfold. This one had an elastic band. He slipped it around his neck, for now. Next, he grabbed the black ball gag Mac had mentioned, and then hunted for the vibrating plug he was supposed to use. 

He set it on low, lubed it up, and eased it into his ass. He grunted as the widest part stretched his ring before sliding inside. He should've taken the time to loosen his hole, but time wasn't something he had much of at present. 

He really didn't want to start the night off with a spanking because he hadn't obeyed orders. Playful spanking was one thing—punishment spanking was quite another. The bright flare of pain passed finally and he moved on to the next thing on his 'to do' list. He picked up the cock ring and slid it on his dick. 

"Oh, shit." Hal closed his eyes and fought the urge to come. Good thing he was alone or that would be number three.

Just the thought of what tonight would bring had his balls churning. Once he had his body under control, he opened his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he picked up the nipple chain. The ends were rubber tipped, and a chain ran from one clamp to the other. Hand shaking, he squeezed his left nipple and attached the clamp. His breath, hissing out as pleasurable pain, shot straight to his cock. He clenched his teeth as pleasure finally battled back pain. Fuck, that hurt so good. 

He loved having his nipples played with until they were puffy and sore... until he screamed. A shudder shook his frame and he quickly clamped his other nub. Now was not the time to get lost in his head. But Jesus, they ached... throbbed, begging for attention. Unable to help himself, Hal flicked the chain. The sweet bit of pain raced through him. He cried out as the sharp little tingles settled in his cock.

Oh, God.

Taking a deep breath, he fought his trembling body. Want, need, desire, pain... all tangled in his head. He needed so badly. A soft whimper escaped, the tiny sound inflaming him more. The urge to stroke his cock was a living thing. Need pressed against him, a sensual flame that licked across his skin, tempting him. 

"No," he whispered. The sound of his voice steadied him, brought his rampaging desire under control. This was a gift and he refused to allow his body to spin out of control. 

That was his Sir's job. Mac would enjoy seeing his nubs clamped, waiting to be tortured. The chain from his clamped nipples swung as he moved. Hal swallowed a moan, his cock jerking against his belly, the head damp with excitement. His breath caught and he froze, need threatening to swamp him. When it finally passed, he slumped. He fervently hoped Mac was in a generous mood, or there was a good chance he'd come without permission tonight. He needed that badly. 

He checked the time again. He didn't have long. He focused on the headboard. It had three posts while the footboard only had two, but they all had O-rings. Hal tied two short ropes to the middle ring, leaving both on the bed. He'd need those shortly. The frame had more O-rings along the sides. He picked up the rope they kept under the bed, his hands trembling harder. They always left the rope threaded through the rings. It was the perfect set-up to tie his legs open.

He slowly positioned himself on the bed. Hal sat with his knees pointing up to the ceiling and tied the rope around one knee. He finished the knots holding him hostage and tested the give. There wasn't much. Perfect. He secured his other leg. There would be no closing his legs now, no matter how much he struggled. His cock throbbed harder at the thought. 

Helpless.

Panting slightly, he reached over to the night table where the gag set. Hal stared at it, then slipped the ball into his mouth and buckled it around his head. The firm, black ball rested on his tongue—his ability to speak taken from him. 

Spikes of pleasure flowed from his head to his toes, and he still wasn't done with all he needed to do. His cock throbbed, drops of precome rolling down a shaft that was an angry red. He knew better than to touch. His cock was no longer his; it belonged to his Sir. But he wanted.

Hal lay back on the bed. If he touched himself he knew he'd come, and that was not how he wanted the evening to end. He pulled the blindfold that rested around his neck over his eyes. Darkness surrounded him. His excited whimpers sounded against the gag, fighting for release. His dick screamed with need. 

Fear and pleasure crashed through him, sending him into overdrive. He lay there, struggling to calm his body. When he could breathe without sobbing out his need, he reached blindly above his head for the rope tied to the center post. Carefully, he tied it to one cuff. 

Now, for the other cuff. This was the tricky part, since he couldn't see. 

He felt around at the top of the bed for the other rope, taking his time until his fingers brushed across it. Okay, he found it, now to tie the rope to his other cuff. There was only one thing left to do. Could he do it? Could he purposely bind himself—make himself helpless. Wait until his Sir came inside and released him? Heart pounding, he fumbled around until he managed to tied the rope to the other cuff. 

Once again he whimpered against the gag, fear battling to overcome excitement. He'd done it! And oh God, he was tied open, helpless, clamped, gagged, blindfolded, and plugged. The cock ring tightened even more. He might be afraid, but his cock was hard as a brick. The low-level buzzing from the plug buried deep within his ass had precome leaking from his dick. 

Now... he waited.

* * * *

Mac relaxed on the back patio, checking his watch. There were still ten minutes to go. He rubbed his hand over his stiff cock, imagining what was taking place upstairs. He tried to focus on the gentle waves and soft light from the in-ground pool in front of him, but couldn't. 

He grinned. The day before he left, he had chained Hal to the handrail in the shallow end of the pool and teased him unmercifully for several hours before fucking him. That end of the pool was shaded, so he hadn't had to worry about Hal's fair skin burning. 

He checked his watch once more. Thirty minutes had finally passed. Standing, he strode across the flagstone patio, unlocked the backdoor, and entered the kitchen. After five days at a work-related conference, they were both ready for him to get home. And he'd told Hal, his submissive, just what exactly he wanted to come home to.

Of course, if Hal ever tied himself up like this without him there to protect him, Mac would beat his ass until he couldn't sit for a week. Which was why he sat on the back porch while Hal got ready. Never would he let his sub take such a risk. Anything could happen—while tied, Hal was helpless. 

Mac looked up the stairs, his grin decidedly wicked. His sub was up there... bound and waiting. Mac let himself inside and slowly climbed the steps leading to the bedroom. Silently, he stood in the door. Nothing got his blood pumping like seeing Hal restrained. 

He stopped near the bed and cleared his throat. He knew Hal heard him enter the room from the way his body tensed, but he wanted to make sure. He hadn't taken Hal's ability to hear during their scenes, at least not yet. Hal was still new enough to the lifestyle he tended to panic if he couldn't relate to his environment in some way.

Mac trailed his finger up Hal's cock. "Excellent job, my sweet sub. I'm very proud of you."

Hal's body twitched in pleasure from Mac's words, a bead of precome leaking from his cock. A muffled groan worked its way from under the gag in Hal's mouth. 

"Excited, aren't you?" Mac rubbed the bead of precome around the top of Hal's cock, watching it jump from his light touch. "Five days is a long time, I know. I've missed you too. I ache to feel you twitching around my dick as I fill you. Hand jobs just aren't the same."

Hal's hands fisted in the cuffs. 

Mac licked the precome off his fingers, making enough noise Hal could hear him, and sat on the bed between Hal's spread legs. "The plug was a little big, wasn't it? Did it burn as you inserted it? Bet it did, since I didn't give you much time to prepare. But that burn faded, yes? To be replaced with another kind of burn... a burning need for the real thing."

Mac admired the view of the plug nestled in Hal's ass. He tapped the plug gently, slowly fucking Hal with it. His sub's toes curled into the bedding and the muscles in his legs tightened as more precome slid down Hal's dick.

"Oh yes, very excited. I wonder if you'll be able to wait for permission to come? Will I have to spank that gorgeous ass of yours tonight? I do so love to see your skin redden under my hand." Mac bent and licked the length of Hal's dick. 

A sharp whine sounded from the man tied to the bed. 

"Or, maybe I should use the paddle. After all, if you come without permission that is breaking a rule."

Mac closed his mouth over Hal's dick, taking him to the root. His nose brushed against Hal's hairless groin. Frantic sounds broke from around the gag in Hal's mouth, and after several minutes, Mac lifted his head, removing the source of torment.

"It wouldn't take much for you to lose control, would it, my desperate little sub?"

Mac tweaked the clamped nipples. Truth be known, he was as needy as Hal. Five fucking days—God, that was too long, and he needed Hal as much as Hal needed him. Mac brushed his lips across the inside of Hal's knee. The soft skin roughened with chill bumps. Hal was normally very sensitive, but tonight, he was too sensitive.

Mac rested his head against Hal's knee. "I think we're both too close to losing control. We need to take the edge off, boy, or this night isn't going to be much fun for either of us." He felt the tension drain out of Hal.

"I'm going to jack you off. You may come when you need." He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out of his underwear. He saw Hal jerk at the sound of his zipper going down. "That's right, I'm jacking off too. I'll last a long time when I'm fucking you."

Mac reached for the lube Hal had left on the night table.

Hal moaned. 

Mac stoked Hal while jacking his own shaft, working them towards orgasm. The grunts coming from Hal told Mac it wouldn't be long. Seeing his sub twist on the bed, hips thrusting, was enough to make his balls tighten, a familiar churning in his gut warning him.

"I'm close, boy. Want you to... Want you to... Shit! Come with me... now."

A sharp scream pushed through the gag in Hal's mouth as his seed covered Mac's hand. Mac followed shortly, making sure to come on Hal's groin. The fact it hadn't taken long for both of them to come told him he'd done the right thing. Now they could enjoy the slow build-up of their night together. 

Mac patted Hal on the leg as he stood. As he did, he glanced down. Hal lay on the bed, the rapid rise and fall of his chest slowing as he basked in the afterglow. This was much better. Now the tension could come from what he did to Hal, not Hal fighting his own body.

"Yes, much better now. Think we need to give those tender nipples a break before we start again, Hal." 

That was the only warning Hal received before Mac removed the clamps and rubbed the susceptible little nubs. Hal arched on the bed and cried out against the gag. 

"Easy. I know it hurts. It'll stop in a second."

From having his own nipples clamped, Mac knew that little ripples of pleasurable pain arrowed straight to Hal's dick... a dick still soft, but interested. Mac slipped the cock ring off and went to the bathroom for a towel. Once he cleaned Hal, he tossed the towel in the laundry basket, and switched on the TV. 

"Thirty minutes to recuperate, then we start again. Is the plug still vibrating?" 

Hal nodded his head.

Mac grinned. "Good."

* * * *

Hal lay on the bed, pleasure ruling his body. Wave after wave washed through him as the ropes held him close. When Mac first bound him, he'd been worried he'd feel restricted—and the ropes did do that—but they also brought about a feeling of security. He could let go and trust Mac to take care of him, trust the ropes to hold him. As they experimented, Hal found he didn't care much for the S & M side of BDSM. Some pain was okay, and he even enjoyed it. Most times he could use the pleasure to get past the pain. Hardcore scenes with extreme pain... yeah, those were not his thing. He was no masochist.

"Time to start."

Hal shivered on the bed as Mac replaced the nipple clamps and cock ring. As soon as Mac spoke, Hal's cock hardened completely. Cocking his head, he listened to Mac moving around the room, but couldn't see, thanks to the blindfold. What was Mac doing?

The whistle of something cutting through the air warned what was coming. A sharp sting on the inside of his thighs spread quickly. He swallowed. The pain was by no means bad, more startling. There was edge, a bite to it, a warning of what could come next. It headed straight for his cock, but the sting felt different. His mind scrambled. What was Mac wielding? A flogger? No, that couldn't be right. It didn't feel like a flogger. 

Without sight, he couldn't figure out what Mac used. It also didn't feel like a crop. Several more hits landed, one to his stomach, another on his pec. Then three quick hits right above his groin. A rush of burning pleasure spread through his lower body. Jesus, that was close to his pride and joy.

What was Mac using? Another hit landed and... Wait. Okay, that felt like plastic. What did they own that felt like...? Hal moaned softly as a light bulb went off in his mind. Oh, God, yes, knew exactly what Mac held. He had felt that before. Mac had swatted his leg last week at the pool... with a flyswatter. He'd reacted to the hit by getting hard. 

The pain wasn't bad, but it was sharp and swift. And of course Mac had commented on his reaction. He'd even gone on to say he had a flyswatter he used strictly for play. Hal's cock jumped against his belly as nervousness and excitement flowed through him. Hal grunted as the muscles in his legs tightened for the next hit. 

"Figured out what that was, boy?" 

Several more blows rained down—some were on the inside of his thighs, but a few hits were on the outside of his legs, his calves. Hal twisted in the ropes, moaning wantonly. Bits of pain mixed with the pleasure. He needed... Oh, oh, yes! His body arched as another hit landed. The sweet sting circulated through him, heightening his need, before focusing on his aching cock.

"You like that, don't you?"

Hal quickly nodded his head. He knew to respond when asked a direct question, even if all he could do was bob his head.

"Love how your skin reddens for me." Mac bent down and kissed a mark. "How hard your cock is. You make me proud, boy. So sexy in your submission."

Hal's hips thrust, his cock weeping his desire on his belly. Frantic for relief, fighting for something and desperately fucking the air, Hal whined. He needed, oh God, he needed. 

Mac stroked Hal's cock. "Beautiful, just beautiful. So flushed and hard for me... wanting."

Hal whimpered into the gag, and finally his body went limp against the restraints. Fighting for what he wanted wasn't going to work. Only when he completely submitted would he be allowed to come—although begging for what he needed never hurt. Sir liked to hear him plead.

Mac stripped off his clothes. He knew that sound—Hal had finally stopped fighting him for control. He eased the plug out and gently blew against Hal's hole, watching as it twitched, begging to be filled with him, not plastic. He spread the lube on himself and added a bit more to Hal. There wouldn't be pain involved... unless he wanted there to be. 

Mac pulled off the blindfold, and Hal blinked several times before focusing. Quickly, Mac released the gag and the ropes holding Hal's legs. He did not, however, undo the rope holding Hal's wrists hostage. Mac positioned himself between Hal's legs, bent over him, and kissed his lover. Their tongues dueled, lashing together, enforcing the bond between them. 




The Waiting Game



"I love you, Hal. You are mine—my one and only. My heart. Let me see your pleasure, hear it from your lips. Give it all to me." And with that he hooked Hal's legs over his arms and slammed inside. 

"Oh! Oh..." Hal threw his head back and yelled. "Yes, yes, fuck me, Sir!" Hal tightened his legs around Mac's hips, pulling Mac closer, urging him in farther. "Oh, fuck. Yes, right here. Harder, please!"

Mac rode Hal hard, hips snapping as he pounded his lover, their eyes locked on one another. Moans, and startled screams, filled the air as Mac made love to the other half of his soul. 

"Can I... Aw God, c-c-c-can I come?" Hal gasped, his voice shaking as Mac repeatedly thrust inside. "Please, Sir."

"Say... my... name," Mac growled above Hal. His body gleamed with sweat, his hair falling in his eyes. "Say it."

"Mac," Hal whispered, obeying the need he heard in Mac's voice. 

"Oh, fuck." Mac threw his head back, lights dancing behind his closed eyes. "Come!"

Bodies moving, writhing and sliding against each other as pleasure rushed forth, claiming them—both men came together in a wild kaleidoscope of sounds. Mac was the first to recover. Easing his body down next to Hal, he petted and stroked the trembling muscles, mumbling soft, meaningless words of comfort. Tired, but happy, whimpers reached his ears as Hal lay quietly next to him. 

"Sir, release me, please? I want to touch you."

Mac untied the ropes. He immediately rubbed Hal's arms, easing the aches. Mac ran his hands over Hal, smoothing over abs, through Hal's sweat-soaked hair, over his face. Rising, he stepped into the master bath to wet a washcloth. Returning to bed, he gently cleaned his boy. Then he washed himself and threw the cloth in the dirty clothes. He stopped in the door, staring at Hal sprawled out on the bed. How lovely. He slipped under the covers.

"Missed you." Hal snuggled up to Mac. His head rested on Mac's chest, his other hand petting any skin he could reach. 

"Missed you too. And thank you. That was worth the price of being gone." Mac held his boy close, his eyes traveling over Hal. The red marks left by the fly swatter were already fading. "I love you so much."

Hal snuggled in closer. "Love you too. Always."

"Always," Mac agreed as he turned out the lights.

* * * *

The next morning, Mac woke alone in the bed. He ran his hand over the cool, empty pillow. Now where had his sub gotten off to? That's what he got for not securing Hal to the bed last night. Amused by his thoughts, Mac sat up and stretched. After using the restroom and brushing his teeth, Mac slipped on a pair of night pants. The smell of maple drifted into the bedroom. Ahhh. Someone was up and busy this morning. 

Mac wandered into the kitchen, then paused. Hal stood at the stove. His long, black hair lay loosely against his broad shoulders. The morning sun brightened the kitchen, a shaft of light angling toward Hal. A small smile crossed Mac's lips. Hal was dressed in an apron—which was fine since Hal was cooking—and nothing else. Well, outside of the black leather cuffs. 

"Well now, isn't this a lovely sight to wake up to in the morning."

Hal turned, holding a spatula and wearing a grin. "Hey! Good morning, Sir. Ready for some breakfast? I'm cooking all our favorite things."

Mac stalked to Hal, a smirk playing around his lips. He pulled Hal in his arms, palming a nice, firm ass. "My favorite thing is right here."

Hal snorted, but a pleased look flitted across his face. "Still, you need to eat. And I like to cook."

Mac released his hold, then wrapped one of his hands around Hal's throat, tugging his submissive closer so he could stare into Hal's beautiful bright blue eyes. "Good thing since you're the top chief at La Mystique."

"I'll say. But I've heard..." Hal closed the gap between them and nipped Mac's lips. He feathered his fingers across Mac's groin. "I've heard the owner is a real hard ass. Into bondage and discipline—all kinds of kinky stuff."

Mac raised an eyebrow. "Heard that, have you?"

"Ohhh yeah. Real intimidating guy, they say. Has all these rules and doesn't take any crap, especially from his employees. Everyone knows he's a real ball buster. It's funny, though. There are people hip deep wanting to work for him. He's hard, but very fair. They say he's real picky about who he hires. Not just anyone can get on there." Hal stepped back and checked the butterscotch sticky buns in the stove. "Guess it's a good thing I'm married to the owner, huh?"

"I'll say it's the other way around. I'm lucky to have such a great chef." Mac patted Hal's ass. "You're in a mood, aren't you? Might want to remember I owe you two already from yesterday. Forget how much you dislike that leather strap?"

"No, I haven't forgotten." Hal sighed, checking on the ricotta pancakes. "I swear, I hate that thing. You must've been in a real evil frame of mind when you made it. And no, I'm not in a mood, Sir, just happy you're home. I really did miss you."

"I missed you too, but attending these conferences are good for my business. I sold every leather article of clothing I brought and even got a few special requests for bondage gear. I'm hoping the exposure will increase my on-line sales. But, overall, I'd say the trip was a success. Maybe next time you can go with me. You can be my model." 

Hal snorted as he finished the scrambled eggs that had caramelized onions, pickled jalapeños, and cheese in them. There was also fresh fruit to nibble on and maple bacon. He plated the food while he waited for Mac to sit. "I'd love to go next time. Not so sure about the whole modeling idea, though. You're the one that looks like a Greek god."

Mac just shook his head and sat, enjoying the delicious smells that greeted him. As always, the food Hal prepared looked awesome. He knew it would taste just as good. He sipped his frosty berry banana Smoothie and glanced at Hal. His sub had removed the apron and stood patiently by his side completely nude, hands clasped behind his back, head slightly bowed, waiting. 

"Your pillow is in the den. Go get it, fix another plate for yourself, then kneel."

"Yes, Sir."

Mac enjoyed watching Hal's ass flex as he walked away. And that reminded him, there was the two hits with the leather belt he owed Hal for cussing last night. He really should've taken care of that but they'd both fallen asleep. 

"Here you go." Hal set his plate next to Mac and settled on his knees, ass resting on his heels, back straight, hands palms down on the top of his thighs. "We're about out of straws too, Sir. At some point today, I need to go grocery shopping."

Mac glanced at the berry banana Smoothie with a straw next to him. Picking up the glass, he held it down to Hal. "How about we go together?"

Hal sipped the drink then looked up at Mac. "Are you sure? You know how long it takes me."

Mac held out a sliced strawberry. "Tell you what, if I start to complain, you can reprimand me. How's that?"

Hal chewed the berry, one eyebrow hiked nearly up to his hairline. "Ohhh, really? Can I tie you over the spanking bench, Sir?"

Mac snorted as he fed Hal some of the eggs he cooked. "I was thinking more along the lines of telling me to hush."

Hal laughed as he finished the eggs. "Of course, what was I thinking?" Then he frowned. "Damn, that needed a bit more salt. How did I miss that?"

Mac brushed his hand over Hal's long hair. "Always the chef, aren't you? I thought the eggs were fine, but you're the boss in this area. And that's three."

"Aw, sh... crap. I swear, I'm never going to break this habit." Hal looked at Mac. "Can I hop up for a minute? I'd really like to make some notes on the eggs before I forget. Please, Sir?"

"Go ahead." Mac knew how important Hal's cooking was to him. It was why he was such a superb chef.

"Thanks." With a quick grin, Hal was up and hunting for paper. 

Mac ate while Hal muttered, jotting down notes. "Hurry up, boy. Your food is getting cold."

"Yes, Sir."

Mac knew Hal well enough to know when the creative juices got going, everything around ceased to exist for Hal. He'd lose whole chunks of time, wouldn't eat, live on coffee, and go without sleep... sometimes for days. Then he'd crash. The first time he saw Hal go though one of his—Hal called them 'episodes'—he'd been horrified. 

The boy needed a keeper in the worst way, and he'd been more than happy to sign up for the job. It had been a problem for them in the beginning, trying to fit a D/s lifestyle in with Hal's need to create. But they worked it out—even if sometimes they worked it out at the end of one of Mac's floggers. 

Hal finished and settled back on his cushion. Mac fed him some of the pancakes then offered him a drink. "Another strawberry?"

"Yes, please. You know those are my favorite."

"I do." Mac placed another berry in Hal's mouth, his boy sucking gently on his fingers, his tongue searching for any lingering bit of juice. Mac shifted in his seat, his cock hardening. Hal loved strawberries, but Mac didn't care for them. Really didn't even like the way they smelled.

"And I know you don't really like them."

Mac laughed. "No, I really don't, but you do, so I suffer through it."

Hal just rolled his eyes.

Breakfast continued until Mac had cleaned both plates. Hal stood, retuned the cushion to the den, and cleaned the kitchen. 

"I'm going to answer some emails in my office while you finish this. Why don't you go take a shower after you're done? When I finish, I'll shower, then come find you. We'll take care of those three demerits I owe you. After that, we'll run by the store and let you grocery shop. Sound good?"

"Sounds good, Sir."

Mac watched Hal for a few more minutes, a soft smile playing around his lips. He'd learned the hard way not to mess with anything in the kitchen. Hal might be submissive, but when it came to the kitchen—and everything in it—it was his domain. No one was welcome there, even when it was time to clean. The onetime he'd tried to help by wrapping up leftovers, Hal had thrown a full-fledged fit. Apparently, just wrapping food in Reynolds wrap was a heinous act of pure evilness. 

But what really sent him over the edge was how Mac had tried to clean up some of the appliances Hal used while cooking. That action had reduced Hal to a stark raving lunatic that could out cuss a sailor. While Mac had been impressed with Hal's command of the English language—he was reasonably certain Hal created a few new cuss words—he'd still tanned Hal's ass for it then fucked him through a screaming orgasm. 

Smirking, Mac left the kitchen and walked to his office. He was all for screaming orgasms.

He heard the shower upstairs come on while he finished his emails. He made a few phone calls, then placed a few supply orders for the business. The shower cut off. Twenty minutes later, he heard Hal return downstairs. 

"I'm going to start a load of laundry. It's just stuff that needs cold water, so you can still shower if you're ready, Sir."

Mac stood. "Okay. I'm heading up now. Meet me in the playroom in say... about thirty minutes."

"Yes, Sir."

Mac showered, then decided to shave. Wiping the stream off the glass, he stared at his reflection. Hal had said he was the one that looked like a Greek god, which he found funny, considering how sexy Hal looked. All that black hair, pouty lips, toned body, hairless pale skin, and bright blue eyes... Yeah, Hal was the sexy one. He was the quintessential Mr. Tall, Not So Dark, and Handsome. Sexiness just oozed from his pores. 

While he, on the other hand, had the average 'boy next door' look. Yes, he had natural blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Hal said his eyes were the color of the finest dark chocolate. And maybe he did have a strong, square jaw with that cute little dent in the chin. 

Okay, he did have a sexy little mole by his bottom lip. He was just as tall as Hal and just as built. His hair was cut short, more of the professional businessman look. All right, yes, he didn't scare babies when he went out in public. But he also didn't have that allure Hal had—that sensual, enticing temptation that surrounded Hal. No, he came across as slightly forbidding. A real... what had Hal said? A hard ass. 

Hal would be right. 

But that was just the way he was. It didn't mean he wasn't fair. He treated his employees extremely well and paid higher wages that most restaurants. He was known as a hard ass, but his employees also knew they could bring their problems to him and he was willing to help. He was loyal to his workers and they were loyal to him.

He dressed in jeans, but left his shirt off. He found it sexy to be dressed while Hal was nude, but he also wanted Hal to be able to connect with him while being punished. Slipping on his shoes, he checked the time. Five minutes to go. He combed his fingers through his hair and walked out of the bedroom.

The door to the playroom was open. He remembered the first time he showed this space to Hal—the dark gray walls hung with crops and paddles, whips, and cuffs. Metal shelves held ropes, chains, gages, and row after row of numerous toys. There were two man-sized cages. One dangled by a chain from the ceiling like an empty sarcophagus. A St. Andrew's cross stood in one corner and a spanking bench was placed in the middle of the room. A padded restraint table took up another corner. In the center of the back wall was a king size bed with black satin sheets. 

Hal had been frightened, but he'd also walked straight into that room, head held high. Mac had never been more proud.

Mac saw Hal was already on his knees in the middle of the room, head bent, hands behind his back, waiting. As usual, his posture was perfect. Shoulders back, spine straight, knees spread apart... Hal was beautiful and all his.

Mac stepped in the room and shut the door. "Eyes up."

Hal met his eyes.

"What are your safewords?"

Hal spoke clearly. "Yellow for slow and red for stop."

"And what do they mean?"

"Yellow means I get a break—a chance to slow things down. You will pause to see what I need or what's wrong."

Mac nodded. "Correct. And red?"

"Full stop. Scene ends immediately and you set me free. We then will talk about what happened, what caused me to call red."

"You will safeword if you need to?"

Hal stared into Mac's eyes. "I will."

"Good. Over the spanking bench, please."

"Yes, Sir."

Black leather covered the equipment. Hal could kneel on one small padded bench and lean over a slightly higher bench. This put Hal's ass in the perfect position for spanking... and fucking. Once in place, Mac tied off his cuffs to hooks leaving Hal's legs spread open nicely.

Mac walked over to the wall and lifted the heavy leather belt off the hook. "What were the three demerits for?"

"All three were for cussing."

Mac returned to stand behind Hal. "Are you supposed to cuss?"

"No, Sir."

"Why?"

Hal sighed. "I work at a fancy restaurant and a customer complained when she heard me. It annoyed me, but I saw her reasoning. And I felt bad too. I don't want to upset my customers. Because of that, I asked you to help me stop using foul language."

"I told you I'd give you a demerit every time."

"You did, yes."

Mac ran his hand down a quivering flank. Hal was shaking. Mac knew he was still hard; he could see Hal's cock since he was standing behind Hal. Three strikes with the heavy belt wouldn't be enough to kill Hal's erection, but it would leave three nice welts that would probably bruise. 

"And I told you it would hurt."

Hal gulped. "Yes, Sir."

"I want to be clear as to why you're being punished."

"I understand, Sir. And I'm perfectly clear as to the why."

"Good. Then let's begin."

* * * * 

He hated that freaking hateful, ugly, blankety blank belt with a passion. The leather was stiff, no give at all, and the texture was... rough. That was the best way to describe it. His cuffs and collar were silky smooth against his skin, but this belt... It was a frigging nightmare. Hal had no idea what Mac had done to it, but the leather felt awful on bare skin—which was the point, he did understand that. 

Really, it was just a belt. Stupid thing would fit through belt loops, so it wasn't especially huge or anything. Still hurt, though. And Mac wouldn't hold back, either. This was for punishment, and Mac would make sure it hurt.

Which was kinda the point.

Hal steadied his breathing, trying to keep his body relaxed. The more he tensed up, the more it hurt, especially later. It was amazing how sore muscles could get from tension.

 Smack

The first strike landed on his left cheek. Aw, sh... Yeah, he didn't need to finish that thought. He knew he had to stop cussing in his head too. That was the only way to break the habit. And he really, really wanted to beak this habit. 

He moaned as a little wave of pain started right there in the center of where the belt landed, then quickly spread out across his ass. He went rigid, cuffed hands clenching on the edge of the bench. He knew better than to squirm, but the urge... He fought it back. The last thing he needed was for more demerits added to his count.

"One. Thank you, Sir."

 Smack

Christ. The next one fell on the other check, and whoa boy, it stung even more. Why did Mac have to be so fuc... so strong? "T-two. Thank you, Sir."

Heat built and pain spread. He knew there was only one more to go. He could get through it, he knew he could. Hal gritted his teeth and kept his eyes on the back wall. Point of focus, that's what he needed. But God, his ass was on fire. 

"Last one, boy."

 Smack

The last blow knocked him forward and forced a gasp from his lungs. Oh, oh God. There was no mercy, no respite. His world was nothing more than Mac's leather belt landing once last time, barely leaving a moment in between to process the pain. His entire ass was one huge mass of agony and heat. Tears stung his eyes, but he blinked them back. 

"Three! Oh God, Sir... T-t-t-t-hank... you."

Mac suddenly was in Hal's line of sight. He squatted down and touched Hal's face. "Easy, easy there. It's all over now. Let it out, you'll feel better."

One sniffle led to two, which lead to tears pouring down his face. This was the hardest part to him. Not the pain, not the heat, not even messing up. For him, letting go, showing what many in society considered weakness—tears—was the hardest part. That releasing the pain, letting it flow out of him made him feel better.

Even if his ass didn't.

Mac sat on the floor, hands rubbing Hal's back and arms. "There you go, that's it. Very good, Hal. Very proud of you. I know it hurts, but you came through it very well. You can do this, Hal. That's my good boy."

Finally the tears ran out and Hal went limp. 

"I'm going to put some salve on your ass."

"Okay, Sir."

Hal felt the cooling kiss of the salve on his ass and sighed. That felt so good. 

"You're going to have three bruises, but I don't think they're going to be too bad. Going to untie you now. Think you're ready to get up?" Mac unhooked the ties to Hal's cuffs. "I'll help you over to the bed. We can cuddle until you're ready to get up."

"Thank you," Hal whispered, slowing turning over, resting his weight on his hip. 

Mac slipped his arm around Hal. "Come on, bed's right over there."

Hal let Mac moved him to the bed, then lay down. Mac faced him, smoothing his long hair out off his face. "Getting better?"

"A little." Hal yawned. "Tired, though."

Mac reached down and pulled the satin sheet over Hal. "Not surprising. Rest, Hal. I'll be right here."

"Okay." Hal snuggled closer, eyes closing. "Still hate that belt thought, Sir." 

Mac snorted. "Wouldn't be punishment if you didn't. Besides, you can pay me back when we go grocery shopping."




The Waiting Game



Hal smiled, eyes still closed. "Oh, I totally intend to, don't think I'm not. We're going down every aisle, Sir."

"Oh, lovely," Mac groaned.

Hal hid his face in the pillow and grinned. He might not be a Dom, but he sure knew what made his Dom groan in pain. 





The End



The Waiting Is Over



You told me to be there early that you had a surprise for me. As I'm driving to meet you my mind is wandering... thinking of the sweet treasures that are waiting for both of us to find. We have waited for so long for this moment that it doesn't seem real. Just the thought of us together makes my clit throb. I lightly rub my aching pussy while I'm driving imagining that your hand is between my legs gently caressing me. My panties are getting wet with the sweet juices I've been saving for you.

As I follow the directions you have given me I find myself in the country. There is no one around for miles. I drive up to a cabin that is nestled deep into a wooded area that is surrounded by nothing but beautiful trees and a large lake. 

Walking up to the front door I see that it is opened slightly. Entering through the door I see that it is quite cozy. There is a beautiful fire as well as a bottle of wine chilling next to the table that is set for two. You come out of the next room to finally greet me. We see each other and instantly know that we have a special chemistry. It is powerful and overwhelming. There are no words to be said as we walk to each other and embrace for the first time. You gently take my face into your hands and pull me to your soft, warm waiting lips. As our lips and bodies touch I feel the fire ignite deep within me. A soft innocent greeting kiss is quickly turning into a hot passionate one.

I feel your hands move to the buttons on my blouse... slowly undoing them as your hand reaches inside to caress my breasts. They respond quickly to your touch and become fully erect. Your warm moist lips move to my neck as I let out a low soft moan. I run my fingers through your hair as your lips slowly move down my chest to my erect and very hard nipples. Lightly you tease them with your hot wet tongue and slowly suck them. 

My hands are rubbing your back and pulling at your shirt. You bend so I can pull it up over your head and as we do my hard nipples rub lightly across your lovely chest. Our lips meet again and as we hold each other tightly we slowly move to the floor next to the warm fire. Lying there in each others arms we let our hands and mouths explore each others bodies. I feel your hands moving along my belt as you open the top of my jeans searching for that hot and very wet pussy. Your hand slides into my panties and you can tell how much I want you. My hips meet your fingers as they glide over my throbbing clit. Teasing me with your light touch and then sliding a finger all the way in. You carefully pull down my pants leaving my panties on to tease me more. I feel your hot mouth and tongue licking the insides of my thighs slowly getting closer to my sweet love mound. Moving my panties to the side you expose my most precious treasure. It was time for your mouth to make sweet love to my dripping wet love tunnel.

Moving your tongue slowly up and down my wet slit I thought I was going to cum right then, but that wasn't meant to be just yet. Parting my sweet lips with your fingers and letting your tongue easily glide up and around my swollen clit I was in heaven. You were enjoying sucking my clit and slowly inserting a finger into my pussy as I squirmed with pleasure. As my sweet love juices are starting to flow and you can tell I'm almost there you slide a finger gently into my wet ass sending me over the edge. My body is quivering and my legs are shaking as you bring me to a thunderous orgasm. Feeling wave after wave of pleasure as you feel my pussy and ass squeezing around your fingers as I cum.

As I am so very hot and turned on I want to return the favor. You lay back on the pillows as I start at your neck sucking gently. I am straddling you and can feel your hard cock through your pants. I bury my face in your chest as my lips and face travel down to your nipples as I lick and tease them with my wet mouth.

Your pants are getting so tight from the swelling of your cock that I must give you some relief. I unbutton your pants and pull them off exposing that lovely erection that I have been wanting inside of me for some time. I spread your legs and move between them my tongue licking the inside of your thighs where I find your very tight balls. I continue to lick them and slowly take one into my mouth gently nibbling and sucking it while my hand is lightly stroking your hard cock. My tongue wanders a little higher and laps the bottom of your shaft teasing every inch until I get to the tip where I can taste your pre-cum. Sucking the tip like a lollipop I hear the moans coming from deep within you. This turns me on even more. I place my breasts along both sides of your cock and titty fuck you as I'm sucking the head driving you crazy. Your hips are rocking and moving into me in rhythm as I hear your breathing getting faster I know you are almost there. I want to feel your cock deep in my mouth so I get up to my knees and devour your cock to the base. Up and down in rhythm with your hips and your moving faster, faster, and finally I get what I want... a load of hot cum. 

We look into each others eyes and can tell that we are going to have a great time. We cuddle by the fire basking in the glow of how we make each other feel and looking forward to what the evening has in store for us.