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Upstairs Encounter Ch. 01

By: crying_blue_eyes



It was such a perfectly mundanely normal day until I walked into that building. I was on a long drive and I hadn't seen a place to stop and get a soda for a hundred miles. When I finally came to a building that looked like it might be open, I could see it was a little run down but there was a soda machine outside the front entrance. Perfect. 

If only I had just let the machine eat my dollar bill...it was just a dollar and there would be other places to stop. But I didn't. I went inside to ask for a refund. The bartender was scruffy but kind and he offered me a club soda while he filled out the vending company's form. It was a spacious saloon straight out of Gunsmoke. Everything was all wooden and masculine and smoky. I couldn't help but drink in the atmosphere, looking around at the solitary figures seated at the bar and at the various tables. And that's when I saw him. 

I felt a breath catch in my throat. I wanted to laugh at myself, but there was something undeniable about him. Dark rugged jeans, big leather belt, cowboy boots and a well-worn cowboy hat tipped down so his eyes were hidden. He was leaning back against the wall in his chair with his legs stretched out in front of him. With his eyes hidden, I dared to continue drinking in the sight of him. Obviously muscular and tanned body, strong jaw line and full sensuous lips that seemed to make love to the cigarette as he drew in a slow languorous breath, then exhaling in curly mesmerizing circles of smoke. I was still watching his lips when the tiny hairs at the back of my neck all arose in unison when I saw the corners of his mouth lift into a slight smirk. My gaze rose and I realized that he was staring right at me. 

I felt my face blush with a deep crimson red. I quickly turned around to face the bar with my back to him.  I could feel his eyes on me, roaming my body. Now that I'm pushing 40 and the mother of two children, my body is softer and rounder than it used to be, but still a smallish waist and nice hips and full breasts. My hair is long, dark and curly and my eyes are wide and crystal blue. I still sometimes notice men looking at me in "that way" and am always flattered. But this...this was different. 

The bartender came back with my dollar and I signed the form and thanked him with a smile. He nodded at me and then I noticed his gaze rise above my head as he seemed to give a subtle nod to someone else. I sensed someone standing behind me. And they were very close behind me. The bartender gave me one more glance and an indecipherable look before moving back to the other end of the bar. I knew it was him, without a need to look. My mind was racing as I contemplated how and when to make my exit. As I stretched one leg down to the floor, I heard his voice for the first time. 

"Don't move," he whispered in a low gruff voice, almost a growl. 

Goosebumps rose on my pale smooth skin; it felt as though my heart would beat through my chest. I whispered, my voice sounding weak and small, like a girl's rather than the confident woman that I had been until seconds ago "But, I have to go".

"You need me." He said simply, "You already know it, don't you?"

I was stunned. Unable to speak but knowing he was correct, I nodded. He reached for my hand and held it gently; his palms and fingers were strong and slightly calloused. I glance nervously around; no one seemed to notice, but the bartender seemed almost too fixated on the glass he was cleaning. I thought for a second about asking him to help me get away from this hypnotic stranger...if the bartender had looked at me in that moment, I undoubtedly would have. But he didn't, and I was unable to resist. I heard the gravelly voice in my ear again, his hot breath searing the skin of my neck, "do you see the stairway to your left?" I looked at the stairs and nodded. "Walk up the stairs and down the hallway into the last room. I will be behind you."

I followed his instructions with shaking legs, my heels making a soft clack on each step as I walked up and up and up. I walked down the hall and then stopped as we reached the last door. I put my hand on the doorknob and froze again. His voice was instantly in my ear, "Choose now, beautiful. Once you walk through this door, you've consented to give yourself to me. There will be no opportunity to turn back and no consideration if you change your mind after this" 

My logical mind screamed violently for me to race down the stairs and get back in my car! But my body was in charge in this moment. I turned the knob and walked into the dusky room. He followed me into the room and I heard the sound of the heavy wooden door closing followed by the sound of keys turning in multiple rusty-sounding locks. This was truly my point of no return.

His strong hand made contact with my waist and gently shepherded me into the room. The late afternoon light filtered in through dusty window shades. The room was enormous and somewhat circular or perhaps hexagonally shaped. There were large hulking objects, machinery or perhaps furniture? It was hard to tell with everything draped with cloth canvas. They were arranged in a circle around the otherwise barren room. In the far corner, there was a door, possibly leading to a bathroom, I thought. And I was able to make out a large carved wooden cabinet beside a small kitchenette with a refrigerator. I licked my lips, remembering the thirst that led me to stop here in the first place. 

The Saddle Tramp steered me to the nearest apparatus, his hand still on the small of my back. "Remove the drape, my dear," He said with a lilt, almost a laugh, in his voice. I did as he asked, my hands trembling uncontrollably. I gasped as I got my first view of the apparatus in the dim light. It was a gigantic "X" with thick leather straps toward the end of each leg and another at the intersection.

I tried to step back, but I might as well have tried to step back while leaning against a brick wall. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." he clicked sarcastically. "There is no turning back. Remember?" 

I swallowed hard and managed to squeak out "Yes". 

"Good girl" he said with obvious pleasure. "I take from your reaction that you know what this is used for?" I nodded. "Excellent," he said. 

Then with a sudden firmness in his voice that sent my blood running cold he said "Turn around." I did as he said and looked tentatively up into his face. His features were somewhat blurred in the low light, but his eyes practically glowed. He smirked. "Tell me your name." 

"Alexis." I whispered, "B-but my friends call me Lexi." 

He nodded. "Step up onto the platform, Alexis." I did. 

He took a step toward me and, with the added height from the platform; I was nose to nose with him. He leaned in and kissed me softly, lingeringly on my lips. I inhaled his scent, full of musk, the dirt from a hard day's work and the lingering smell of his cigarettes, usually an odor I find repellant, but mixed with his powerful pheromone pungency, it was intoxicating. As he continued softly kissing me, his hands roamed down my arms, gently gripping my wrists and raising my arms above my head. With extreme dexterity, he strapped my wrists in place then broke the kiss. 

"Who are you?" I asked him the blunt question while looking at him with wide eyes. I could still feel the moistness on my lips from his kiss. 

"It depends on what you mean. My name is Steve. I am a traveler, a wanderer, an expert in a great many fields. But the most accurate answer to your question..." he paused to lean in and kiss my neck trailing kisses gently up my throat to my jaw line then to my ear, finishing his sentence in a deep controlled whisper, "... is that I am the man who is going to possess you. I am not speaking of your body alone Alexis, but of your mind and your being. I will reach into you and touch you in ways that you have never been touched, physically or otherwise." He kissed my ear and pulled back to gaze into my wide blue eyes with a knowing smile. 

"And you know you need this; you know you want this. Your body knew long ago and woke to it the moment you saw me today. Didn't it?" 

I exhaled the single word in a hiss, suddenly aware that I had been holding my breath. "Yes!" 

He smiled broadly, "Good girl."  His words of praise sent shivers down my spine and an electric sensation to the most private parts of my body. And somehow I knew that he was aware of it all.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm my racing heart and mind, all the while, his hands continued his work. He traced his hands under the hem of my dress and down to my ankle, so slowly. He strapped my right ankle to the apparatus and then strapped the other ankle securely. He stood up to admire his handiwork. He frowned, turned on his heel and walked to the kitchenette. I saw a glint of light as he turned to walk back toward me and then realized with horror that he was holding an enormous hunting knife! 

I inhaled and started to scream then stopped short as he placed his hand on my throat and squeezed tightly enough for me to understand what could happen so easily if I didn't do as he said. He kissed my quivering lips, his hand still firmly on my throat, "You misunderstand, Alexis. I don't have any intention to harm you. You can scream all you like; this room is well soundproofed, I assure you. But your screams mean you don't trust me and that displeases me. In order for our exploration to be a success, you have to trust me. Understand?" I nodded, whimpering. He released my throat and knelt before me without a word. 

With unbelievable skill, he slowly began to cut through the hem of my dress, up through the waistband and up to the neckline, opening the ruined dress revealing a simple white lace bra and matching panties. He sounded a soft low whistle and smiled. The flat edge of the knife touched my thigh; I gasped at its hard coldness. The sharp blade easily cut the little flap of lace at my left hip. He looked up at me and grinned. "Trust me, Alexis." He pulled the little crotch of my panties down, making an approving sound as he noticed the wetness already there. With one swift motion, he cut through it and my panties fell to the dusty floor. 

My head was spinning as his hands brushed lightly up my body to the silk scarf I had placed around my throat this morning. I like scarves as a fashion accessory; they make me feel mysterious and a little bit sexy somehow. He made an approving noise as he touched the scarf, reached toward it to cut it with the knife and then stopped. He whispered, more to himself than to me, "No, I have a better idea." And with that, he gently and oh so carefully removed the scarf and laid it on a big chair in the corner. 

My chest was rising and falling rapidly, a mix of panic, fear and arousal swirling within me. He looked into my eyes and sliced the front of my bra and then each strap, letting it fall to the floor as well. His eyes widened slightly as my full breasts came into view. My nipples were already rock hard and tight. He placed his hands over my breasts and squeezed. I bit my lip but couldn't prevent a soft moan from escaping. "Yes, Alexis. Release your inhibitions and limitations. Let yourself become my whore." I cringed at the word. He pinched my nipples sharply as he chastised me, "No, Alexis. Don't resist it. You cannot deny it. You are already my whore." He smiled, "You came here willingly. You were offered an opportunity to leave and you did not take it. You are mine now, whether you like it or not." 

He grinned wickedly and gave each nipple a sharp twist. I gasped in pain and pulled helplessly against my binds; the pain sending an electric shock straight to my clit causing my body to shudder and jerk. He released my nipples suddenly and I found myself panting in relief as the blood surged back into them. His hand traced lazily down my abdomen, slightly soft and rounded since childbirth. I blushed self-consciously, ridiculously wishing I had a flatter stomach. I flinched sharply as his finger brushed so close to my clit and then into my wet folds for just a moment. He took his finger into his mouth and moaned in delight. 

"Delicious. My little whore is a bit of a painslut as well. She is such a good little whore. We are going to have even more fun than I first thought. Alexis, you are such a naughty little girl hiding underneath an uptight woman's dress." 

I closed my eyes in shame, feeling my juices flow as his low chuckle filled the empty room. 

Upstairs Encounter Ch. 02



Steve stepped back to take in a lingering view of my bound body, a subtle smile on his lips as his eyes roamed my vulnerable, bound and naked body. I could almost feel his gaze physically touch me as he took in long black curls cascading over my pale shoulders, my full breasts and firm tight rather large nipples, my torso narrowing to my waist then curving out again in soft round womanly hips and my long legs leading down to my black high heels. With a husky breath, he exhaled, rubbed his chin thoughtfully as though contemplating how to begin a complex task. 

His eyes returned to my face and locked on my eyes as he stepped forward. He placed the flat of his palm on my abdomen and slowly slid it down to my trimmed bush, letting one finger make soft contact with my clit. He began making slow circles, all the while watching my reactions, obviously enjoying the quickness of my breaths and my gasps of pleasure in his touch. I closed my eyes and tried to press my hips into his finger, the slowness of his circular motions perfect for arousing my senses but not enough to lead to release. I could feel a deep and desperate hunger for more starting to build inside me. 

He sensed my need and stopped the circles, "Not yet, Alexis. You will not climax until I tell you that you may. Understood?" His voice was calm but his expression was deadly serious. 

"Yes." I whispered breathlessly. 

He smiled and calmly said, "Good girl." 

He resumed the circles on my clit and I closed my eyes once again. Just at the sensations were building into arousal again, he removed his finger. Suddenly and with a sharp "CRACK", his hand made precise and agonizing contact with my clit with a sharp slap. I cried out and then moaned as he dipped his finger inside my wetness and resumed the circles yet again. He continued this for what seemed like hours. He calmly continued rubbing me, arousing me, bringing me closer and closer to climax each time. And each time I was on the edge, he would apply another sharp slap to my clit sending jolts of electric pain through me which delayed release yet again. I felt my head would explode from aching need for release. My clit was throbbing, pulsing and tight; my cunt was flowing hotly with my sex juices which had covered my folds. The scent of my sex filled the air around us and the only sounds were of his intermittent slaps and my moans, whimpers and gasps. 

He said in a low growl, "Do you want to cum, Alexis?"

"Yes, oh god, yes! I NEED to cum!! Please!!!!" My voice emerged raspy, breathy and desperate. 

He smiled. "Need? Already? What a greedy little slut you are, begging me already. Tell me what you need from me, Alexis."

I couldn't believe this was happening. Couldn't believe what I was saying to this man. "I need you to fuck me. I need your cock. PLEASE!!"

He smiled, "You are begging me for my cock? Begging me to fuck your dripping wet pussy?"

I whimpered, "Yes. Please." 

He nodded and began undressing. His muscular chest and torso came into view, followed by his enormous cock and his powerful legs. He stepped up to me and placed the tip of his cock to my throbbing clit. I cried out and shuddered as I felt the heat and hardness of it. He slipped it slowly down so that just the tip entered my wetness. I heard him sigh and moan then he pulled out and rubbed my clit again with the head which seemed to be even larger now. He teased me like this for an agonizingly long period of time. I had never met a man with such self restraint. I felt I would almost cum from this sweet torture when he suddenly stopped. I screamed and tears of frustration filled my eyes, perspiration dotting my skin. I stared into his face and saw an instant of regret in his expression and then the curtain of control came down again. 

He grinned wickedly as he spoke, "No, no, you are not ready for that yet. There is so much to reveal to you before we get to that particular pleasure, my hungry little whore." 

As if on cue, the small door in the corner opened and a petite Asian woman emerged carrying a small satchel. He gestured to her and she bowed slightly and walked to me silently. She placed her satchel on the floor and removed a satin blindfold which she gently placed over my eyes, securing it tightly. I heard her reach into the bag again and then felt a sturdy collar around my neck and then connected to some sort of tether which seemed to be suspended from the ceiling. I heard the sound of a metal chain and then felt her standing before me again. Her slim fingers caressed my breast and then connected with my nipple, pinching it slightly and pulling it gently. The sensation was indescribably sensual and arousing. 

Suddenly, searing electric pain shot through my nipple and I realized she had placed some sort of clamp on it. Panting, I tried to remain calm. I bit my lip and moaned as she tightly clamped the other nipple. The center of the chain was then attached to my neck collar. She rifled in the bag once more and I felt a rough rope around my waist, tied in front and the ends pulled down over my clit, under my body and then secured again to the "belt" of rope at the back. It was so tight and the rough fibers tickled and scratched my skin, my clit, my pussy lips, and my ass. I heard Steve chuckle and say "Arigato." They exchanged a few unintelligible sentences and then I heard the snap of latex gloves being placed on someone's hands and the squirt of something, I guessed from a bottle. 

The ropes were pulled aside and I felt what I guessed were the woman's fingers touching my clit, spreading the slippery lubricant around. She slid one finger inside me and began rhythmically fucking my pussy with it. After a time, she added a second finger. Then she added a third. Then all four fingers were inside me. She began twisting them as she pumped into me and I ground my hips as much as I could to force them even deeper. 

I felt Steve's hot breath on my neck and his whisper in my ear, "Do you want more, Alexis?"

"Yes." I breathed.

"Do you NEED more?" I could hear the grin in his voice.

"FUCK YES!" I screamed. He said something else in Japanese and I felt the woman tuck her thumb under her fingers and twist her fist slowly but persistently into me until her entire fist popped inside and she pushed deep. I screamed a loud crying moan, "OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" 

She was fucking me with what felt like her entire forearm. I screamed and writhed and begged for release. Steve's whisper in my ear again, "I am going to count down. YOU WILL NOT CUM until I reach the number one. Do you understand?" 

I nodded, unable to speak; the noises from my mouth were guttural, not quite human anymore. 

"Good girl," he said giving the chain attached to my nipples a tug. "I'll make it short this time, but you will have to learn patience and control quickly or there will be consequences." 

I ignored his words, concerned only with my hunger for release. I could hear the pleasure in his voice when he whispered "THREE". He kissed my neck and caressed my breasts. The woman's fist and arm were rhythmically fucking my cunt; my legs began to tremble. "TWO", he nipped at my flesh with his teeth and licked at my nipples while tugging the chain even harder. 

I held my breath. I was so fucking close. My head is going to explode I just know it! Oh god! Every muscle in my body tensed. 

And then he spoke, "ONE. Cum for me, Alexis. Cum NOW!" 

I don't know if I screamed out loud but screams were resonating in my head as my body leaped over the edge into oblivion.

I cannot begin to describe the intensity of that first orgasm, denied for so long, the sensations intensified by the sweet contrast between pleasure and pain. It was as if a blinding white hot light filled me and lifted me. And it lasted for an eternity, orgasm after orgasm, one on top of the next, exploding inside me. It finally subsided and I would have undoubtedly collapsed if not for the binds holding me up. In my daze, I heard "Arigato" again and heard the woman's steps retreating and then closing the little door behind her. 

I vaguely remember him releasing me from the binds and clamps. He lifted me easily in his strong arms and carried me across the room. He sat in a large chair holding me gently, stroking my hair and my still shivering naked body. He pulled a light blanket over me and I curled into his warmth, inhaling his scent again. 

As I drifted off into an exhausted sleep, he whispered to me "Are you my whore, Alexis?" 

I whispered back to him "Yes Steve". 

Sleep took me and in that hazy moment between wake and dreams I thought I felt him kiss me and whisper, "Good girl."



Upstairs Encounter Ch. 03



I awoke with a start and tried to stretch my limbs. I was only mildly surprised to find that Steve had strapped me to the next contraption while I was sleeping. I opened my eyes and it seemed I was looking through a gauze-like fabric. I turned my head, looking at the room, unable to spot Steve. I began examining my new platform as best I could. I was lying on my back on what seemed to be a gently curving semi-sphere, my back arched and my body in a backbend position. My legs were spread and my arms were pulled tightly above my head. My ankles and wrists were clamped to the sphere with soft padded cuffs. The scarf that he had removed from my throat earlier was once again snugly tied around my throat; a long trailing end of the scarf was pulled down toward my hands and held tight. I lifted my head to try to look at the other side of the room and felt the scarf tighten instantly, restricting my airway. I felt a jolt of panic rise in my chest. I laid my head back down, feeling immediate relief when the scarf loosened slightly again. 

The silence was deafening and the wait was interminable. A swirling soup of emotions filled me: apprehension of what was to come, arousal at the thought of another orgasm at Steve's hand, frustration at the discomfort of being held in this arched position, shame over begging for him to allow me to cum, and guilt over my desperate need for him. 

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear him in the room outside my range of vision. I was immediately dragged from my reverie when he struck a match and lit a cigarette. At least I THOUGHT it was him. I ventured a whispered question, "Steve?" And the seconds between my question and the answer were the longest of my life. My mind whirling, the thought filling my head: What if it isn't him? What will I do? What CAN I do?

His voice answered (thank God), "Yes, Alexis?" He sounded different. Not angry exactly, cold and impassive perhaps. It truly sent chills down my spine. I listened as his footsteps approached and he was looking down at my face. His intense gaze fell onto my face as he watched my eyes through the gauzy fabric. 

"Did you enjoy the first leg of our exploration together?" Again, there was a distinct chill in his voice. 

I nodded, "yes, Steve." 

He cleared his throat, clearly annoyed, "And after I released you from your binds, what did you do?" 

I looked up at him, confused at what he was asking me, "I ...I fell asleep?" I said, stating the obvious. 

He nodded curtly, "That's right, Alexis." His face clouded, his eyes burned into mine. 

Again, there was only deafening silence. He tugged the length of scarf, tightening it slightly on my throat causing me to gasp and he leaned in so that his lips were touching my ear, "You forgot something, beautiful." 

I struggled to speak with the scarf tied so tightly around my throat. I swallowed hard and asked in a whisper, "What? What did I forget?" 

He tugged the scarf even tighter, momentarily cutting off my air completely then releasing it, kissed my cheek and growled coldly, "Me." 

He stood up and began walking in slow circles around me as he spoke, "I thought you wanted to please me, Alexis." His steps echoed through the enormous room. STEP. STEP. STEP.

"I, I do; desperately" 

STEP. STEP. STEP.

"And yet you forgot to do just that." 

STEP. STEP. STEP.

"In fact, if memory serves, you forgot to even thank me for arranging for what I can only imagine is the most powerful orgasm of your small, buttoned-up existence so far" 

STEP. STEP. STEP.

"I, um, I am so sorry. I was overwhelmed and wasn't thinking. The experience was unlike any I've ever had before...ever." I ended in a mournful whisper, "EVER" 

Silence filled the room again for just a beat. STEP. STEP. STEP.

"I can understand that, Alexis; however, it does not excuse your neglect of courtesy. As you will find out, I am extremely intolerant of rudeness and breach of etiquette." He laughed; it was a low and gravelly chuckle. STEP. STEP. STEP. 

"And so I feel compelled to teach you a lesson. Because you denied me the gratification that I so generously arranged for you, you will now experience self-denial. My hope, Alexis, is that you will learn from this. I expect that you will grow from this and remember your breach of etiquette from now on as a result. Do you understand?" 

The steps stopped abruptly.

"Yes, Steve. I am so very..." 

He cut me off abruptly, "Your apology is meaningless and unnecessary at this point, Alexis. In fact, I am tempted to fetch some clothing for you and escort you to your car and be on my way. Perhaps...perhaps I was wrong about you." 

He moved to unfasten one of my wrist cuffs and I surprised both of us with my scream "NO! Please no! I'll do anything! Don't leave me! Please!" 

I ended with a whimper and saw the surprise in his eyes and what I thought (what I hoped) was a glimmer of pleasure glinting through his otherwise very cold expression. He stood back and thought for a long moment. "Alright then, let's begin the lesson. " 

He quietly moved around the semi-sphere, adjusting things I could not see, finally returning to me. I could see a remote controller console in his hand. "Now Alexis, I am going to teach you what it is to be denied." 

I opened my mouth to protest that I didn't mean to neglect his needs. I wanted to tell him that I was overwhelmed, exhausted and that I simply passed out. However, one look from him silenced me. "Good girl" he growled. 

He pushed a button and the sphere rocked forward, it sounded like it was on a hydraulic support. It tilted so that my abdomen was now facing the wall instead of the ceiling, my limbs still strapped to the curved surface. He pushed another button and I heard another hydraulic hum. It was coming from directly beneath my body though I couldn't see it. He reached down with sterile detachment and he spread my cunt lips apart. Another hydraulic was lifting a long thick vibrating dildo which slid easily into my still wet pussy. 

I moaned softly. He looked up at me "Yes, you like that, don't you my slut?" 

I nodded, instantly responding bodily to the vibrations of this shaft. It pushed up a little further and I realized there was an exterior piece on the vibrator which tickled and vibrated my clit. I reacted with a gasp. Without warning, the sphere began to tilt back, pulling my body away from the dildo. I groaned in frustration, helpless to do anything to stop. 

He stopped the sphere's backward movement as soon as the vibrator was just barely remaining in my pussy. He made a few adjustments, including tightening the scarf again, securing it so that it was difficult but not impossible for me to breathe. He sat in the large chair in which I had so recently fallen asleep in his arms and took a slow drag from his cigarette. 

He pressed a button and the sphere began to slowly rock forward, impaling me with the vibrating shaft, pausing for just a second and then rocking back until the tip was barely inside. The apparatus shifted smoothly first forward and then back. It repeated the action again and again, moving forward and back. It settled into a smooth steady rhythm; each forward movement drove the vibrator deeply inside my cunt; each backward movement pulled the vibrator almost completely out of me, letting the tip tickle my labia. The hunger grew like a forest fire inside me, but the motion was agonizingly slow. My arousal grew and I could feel that an orgasm was close, so close. I held my breath, praying he wouldn't notice how much I wanted and needed this release. 

And then, suddenly, everything ceased. The sphere stopped mid-stroke. The vibrations stopped and the vibrator went flaccid. My hips writhed and I groaned in frustration. I could see his face, smirking with glee as he spoke, "Perfect." 

He stood up, tipped his hat at me with a wicked grin and walked slowly toward the door. "Goodbye for now, Alexis. I will leave you to your lesson. Don't disappoint me, my sweet whore. I would hate to have to dispense with our adventure so soon after it has begun." And with that, he was gone.

My head was filled with confusion. Slowly, my body relaxed and I was almost asleep when I heard the hydraulic start automatically; the slow mechanical fucking began again, building to the same point. I was perspiring and groaning, begging the air in the room to let me cum. I could feel myself approaching orgasm; so close, SO CLOSE. 

Once again, the motion stopped and the vibrator became soft. I screamed in agony and sobbed in frustration. My entire body tensed tightly, writhing to no avail. Finally I calmed down again. And just as my body eventually relaxed, the insidious fucking machine started up again! 

The process repeated again, and again, and again, and again! 

I was completely dizzy from lack of breath and denied release. I cannot tell you how long this went on, hours certainly. Could it have gone on for days? I suppose it is possible, I honestly cannot say. By the time he returned I was out of my mind with need. He took one look at me and smiled; the coldness gone now. 

"I see the lesson is going well, eh Alexis?" 

I grunted, sounding more like a wild animal than a well-brought up southern lady. 

He laughed that low chuckle again, "Excellent. I think a few more hours ought to do the trick, don't you?" 

Unable to speak or beg, all I could do was sob soundlessly. Tears of frustration were streaming down my cheeks. I was panting; my body was shuddering uncontrollably. 

I felt his face near mine and was shocked to feel him touch my cheek with his tongue, tasting my tears. He brushed my wild hair back from my sweat-covered forehead and kissed me, first on my forehead and then softly on the lips. Again, his lips moved to my ear and his flicked my earlobe with his tongue before whispering, "Alexis? Do you understand the lesson?" 

I whimpered and nodded. 

"Good girl. And will you make the same mistake again?" 

I croaked loudly as I could "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" 

He laughed softly, "Very good girl. You will rest while I contemplate whether you have truly learned your lesson." 

He tilted a small bottle over the gauze still covering my face and it soaked in, infusing every breath. It sort of smells like Clorox, I thought, as I drifted off into a very deep and dreamless slumber.



Upstairs Encounter Ch. 04



I awoke in a fog, vaguely aware of the soft bedding underneath me and covering me. Cautiously, I stretched my body, finding that I was no longer bound. I opened my eyes and saw only blurred light at first. The large chair was on the other side of the room and I struggled to discern whether he was sitting there or not. I jumped with a start when his hand caressed my cheek. 

"Welcome back, Alexis." He slid under the covers with me, our naked bodies in warm contact under the soft comforter. 

I snuggled into him, weakly, gratefully. I leaned up to kiss his jaw line and whispered with ragged voice, "Thank you." His arm tightened around my shoulders. I whispered softly, emboldened by his tenderness, "What, what can I do for you?" 

He chuckled warmly... "Be patient, Alexis, all in good time. But I appreciate the offer." We lay there together comfortably for a blissful time. He kissed my cheek and said, "Alexis, it is time for you to finish the lesson." 

I whimpered and held tightly to him whispering plaintively, "Please no, please no, please no. I'll do anything for you! Please?" 

"Yes, you will, but there is one final step to complete." He sat up slowly and moved so that he was positioned between my legs. He lifted my hips and I could see that his cock was erect and so close to my pussy. 

I leaned back into the pillows and every fiber of my being cried out: YES!!! 

He moaned with pleasure as he slid his cock deeply inside me and slowly began fucking me. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. It was so strange though. I could feel the pressure of his hands on my body. I could tell his cock was moving in and out of me but I realized immediately that I could not FEEL it. 

There was no sensation of arousal or even friction, not on my clit, not inside my pussy, not on my breasts. I pumped my hips up urgently, hoping to achieve some sensation, but it was no use. There was nothing, no sensation at all aside from physical pressure and benign contact. I looked up at him and he grinned before he moaned loudly, clearly pleasuring himself in my tight wet pussy. 

"Oh Alexis, this feels so fucking good. Don't you agree?" He laughed.

"What, what is wrong with me? I, I, I can't... I can't feel it!!" 

"It is the final step of the lesson, as I told you. You offered yourself to me and I accepted. Now I will fuck you and enjoy every moment of it and finally take from you the pleasure that you neglected to offer me. And the final lesson for you is that you will not feel a thing."

He grinned wickedly as he saw the frightened look on my face, "Don't worry my hungry little whore; this is only temporary thanks to a rare ointment I came across in my travels across Asia years ago. You will feel pressure but no sensation. No arousal. But you will unselfishly fuck me until I cum. Then and only then will we continue our exploration. Understand?" 

I smiled and wrapped my legs around his body, nodding, pulling his hips toward me. I looked into his eyes. "Yes, Steve, I understand. Please fuck me. Use this whore's body as you wish." 

I could tell my words pleased him and he began fucking me deeply. I studied his face and watched as perspiration glistened, listened as he grunted and growled. He gripped my body and fucked me with a fury I hadn't yet seen in him. He was always so controlled; his sudden abandon of his composure gave me courage to offer more to him.

"Steve? Please let me suck your cock." He stopped for a moment and looked into my eyes, panting a little. I pulled my body away from his cock and gently pushed him back on the bed. 

"Please let me do this for you" I whispered. I leaned over him and took his cock into my mouth, the head stretching my lips. I swirled my tongue around the head, cleaning my own juices from it, moaning softly at the delicious tang of it. I lowered my head so that his cock pushed deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. I began slowly and deliberately, gently sucking. All the while my tongue was continually swirling and exploring his tumescent flesh. I settled into a rhythm, fucking his cock with my mouth. 

My hands roamed his body, fingernails trailing his chest and abdomen, raking down to his thighs and then back up to his balls. I held them tenderly, giving them little squeezes, moaning with emotional pleasure as each squeeze caused his cock to swell inside my mouth. He gripped the back of my head, entwining his fingers in my hair, and pushed my face even further down and I felt the head against the tight ring of muscle at the back of my throat. I fought the urge to gag as he jerked his hips up and the head of his cock popped through the ring and truly into deep throat. He held there, grunting and growling, pumping slowly. I grazed his balls and thighs with my fingernails and he growled deep and low, almost a purr. 

"Look at me, Alexis!" He growled. I looked up at him with wide blue eyes, his pubic hair tickling my lips. I slid my hand underneath his body and squeezed his ass, gripping it and caressing it. I slowly worked my way over his ass cheeks toward his asshole and I felt him tense as I brushed over the tight pucker with my finger. I slid my pinkie finger carefully inside, just the tip and then gently tugged it, just teasing the entrance of the sensitive little hole. 

He growled loudly and thrust so deep that I lost my breath for a long moment. He pulled out suddenly and grabbed me, kissing me deeply. His teeth were hitting mine and his lips were bruising mine. He gripped my breasts tightly and moved his mouth down, biting my skin, marking me. 

Suddenly he flipped my body over on the bed and pulled my hips back to his. Without warning and without any lube other than my own saliva he rammed forcibly into my ass. It was indescribably savage, hungry, animalistic and wild. Our bodies were sweating and swaying together. His thick cock was stretching my asshole as he was fucking me so deeply. 

I growled soft and low "I am your whore, Steve." 

Grunt, thrust... 

"Fuck my ass, Steve." 

He growled, deep and low, 

"Give me your cum, please! PLEASE! Let me have your cum baby, mark me with it! Let me make you cum, please!!!" 

I pushed my hips back against his, moving in time with his rhythm. I could feel his cock swell and throb inside my ass and then he screamed "Alexis, my sweet whore!!!!!" He pulled out of my ass and covered my hips with his cum, and then he grabbed my waist and flipped me over onto my back and emptied his cock over my breasts and chin. 

I touched the cum on my chin and pulled it to my lips. "Mmmmmmmmm!" I grinned up at him coyly, blissfully listening to his laughter while he was still panting in his powerful release. 

I looked into his eyes, "Am I forgiven?" 

He smiled softly, his control returning. "You were never in need of forgiveness, Alexis. You were in need of a lesson. If you will go into the next room, you will find everything you need to bathe and change so that you can join me for dinner. You must be starving." 

My stomach growled and we both laughed. He gave my ass a sharp slap and winked at me as he spoke, "By the way, the hot water of the bath will deactivate the ointment. Now go wash up, dinner will be ready in 30 minutes." 

I took a luxurious bath, after which I put on the silk negligee hanging on the dressing table. The dinner was delicious and the conversation was casual; it struck me that he was truly charming, a southern gentleman through and through. As my eyelids began to droop during dessert, Steve walked to my chair and lifted me bodily. He gently placed me in the fresh bed linens and kissed my hand. 

"Get some sleep, Alexis. Our exploration will continue...soon." 

I fell asleep to the sound of his footsteps and never even heard the door open or close as he made his exit.



Upstairs Encounter Ch. 05



Now, dear Reader, I need to pause for a minute and offer the perspective of hindsight before the adventure continues. I am writing this from the safety and comfort of my home, surrounded by my husband and children. My exploration with the Saddle Tramp is long behind me at this stage in my life. I mention this to ease any worries or fears you might have for me, given the intensity of our story so far. 

My life now seems another planet and my being now seems a completely different person than the one who emerged in that room. Truth be told, she emerges periodically during clandestine phone conversations with Steve even now. It is a strange thing to live with such a secret, stranger still to revel in its deliciousness and cherish it, and positively shocking to harbor a tiny pinprick of fear that it will one day be truly over and done. 

Someone wrote once that a woman's heart is a deep river of secrets. I didn't understand that in my 20's when I first read it. I am beginning to embrace its meaning now and I know that when I am an old woman, I will still hold to the vivid memory of this other Alexis, the one who only reveals herself completely to him. However, I am digressing. 

As I said, dear Reader, I want to share these things so that you can experience the rest of my story without fear for me. Please understand that no matter how painful or seemingly difficult or shameful the journey has been and will be as it progresses, I wouldn't change a thing, not one. Perhaps there is one possible exception, that being my mistake that first day which I have already told you about. But even that blunder led to incredible revelations which I would not part with for anything. 

Additionally, I want to make absolutely certain that you do not judge the Saddle Tramp harshly. He does the world a great service; and no, I am not in the least facetious here. He is akin to Johnny Appleseed, planting seeds to be harvested and enjoyed for years and years to come. Laugh if you will, but I will continue to savor the "apples" that ripen in me forever. And so, to that end, I'd like to share some thoughts with you about him now that I have the distance and perspective to understand them and relate them to you.

First, he is a retired military man with all the honor and dignity and strength that that implies. He has a gift of peering into a woman's soul and understanding precisely what she needs and wants. Not a man to tie down for too long, but one to be cherished for what he offers and for what he inspires you to want to offer him in return. 

I've thought for a long time about why he might have selected me. I am a tall woman and I carry myself with strength and confidence. I am not someone who male criminals typically target for crime as I'm told they tend to prefer potential victims who appear weak and unsure. I have some very nice features to be sure, but I am not beautiful, at least not in the classic sense or the media-driven definition of beauty, and have never considered myself to be. Childbirth left me softer around the middle and rounder in the ass and thighs than I was in my youth. 

So why select me for an erotic journey of discovery? I came to the conclusion that it was those very facts that drew him to me. The truth was that he saw beauty in me and sensed that I did not see it myself. That he saw my strength as a protective cloak I wore around my inhibitions and fears rather than an imposing trait. And I believe he saw in my eyes a glimmer of need for something lacking in my life. A life that was, on paper, quite perfect. 

But he saw me - ME! Moreover, he responded to what he saw and went into action to meticulously and patiently draw me out of myself. It is a remarkable thing, both thrilling and frightening, to be singled out in such a way. But there it is. 

This last thought may be pure vanity on my part, but I think I brought out something in him as well. He will take some small part of me with him on his wanderings; I am sure of it. But now I'm getting ahead of myself. And so allow me to escort you back to the upstairs room once again so that you can witness our exploration for yourself. Scoff if you will. Judge if you must. But this is my story. Thank you for listening. And now, back to the room and our story. 

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He was standing beside the large chair. "Come here, Alexis"

Still in my negligee, I walked barefoot across the wood floor toward him. I could feel his eyes on me, as though he saw right through the fabric. For that matter, he saw right through me. He gestured toward the chair and I sat down softly. The old leather was softened by years of use and it was a sensual experience just to run my hand over it as I took my seat and looked up at him expectantly. 

He set to work immediately. Each leg of the chair now had a short chain hooked to it with a soft cuff at the end. Within seconds, my wrists and ankles were bound. As he stood up from cuffing my ankles, he slid his hand up my leg, over the silky fabric, brushing over my pussy lightly then to each nipple before tilting my chin up to look into my eyes. He smiled and then took his hand from my skin, leaving it feeling many degrees cooler without his touch. 

He moved to the bed and removed his clothing before sitting down, facing me. He took his already hard cock in his hand and began gently stroking it. "Do you want my cock, Alexis?" 

I nodded. "Yes, Steve." 

He chuckled, "Yes, I know you do. And I do believe that my cock wants some tight pussy too." 

I sighed, my juices flowing in anticipation of his touch, of his cock inside me. That's when I heard the door open behind me and saw Steve look up with a wicked smile. The door closed again and the lock clicked. Soft footsteps approached and the Asian woman from days ago walked past my chair and to the other side of the bed. Steve winked at me, licked his lips and took her hand to pull her to the bed. 

He wasted no time with foreplay but began kissing her hungrily. She moaned and sighed in the kiss, wrapping her arms around his body, her sharp red fingernails making long red trails up and down his back. He reached down to tweak her tiny little nipples, making them so hard and tight. He growled into their kiss as he lifted his hips and with one plunging motion, he impaled her with his shaft. She cried out and wrapped her legs around him. He fucked her with an almost violent fury. Their bodies were sweating and grinding together. 

It was maddening! My body had already been aroused and ready for him and now I was forced to watch them fucking with wild abandon right before me. I could see her juices coating his cock, I could smell the sex in the air, and I could hear her cries of ecstasy and his groans and growls of pleasure. It was too much. I pulled frantically against the binds to no avail. I couldn't help the pitiful moans that came from my lips, urgent and poignant with deep physical longing. 

I closed my eyes and tried to escape mentally since I could not do so physically. He must have been anticipating this because I heard his voice, sharp with displeasure, "ALEXIS! Open. Your. Eyes." 

I obeyed immediately. He growled "Good girl. You will keep your eyes on me, understood?" 

I nodded and he growled again in approval before lowering his mouth to bite and suck on her neck. 

I saw him whisper something to her and she smiled softly and nodded. He leaned back on the pillows and she kneeled before him, leaning over to stroke his cock. She slowly and meticulously cleaned her own juices off of his shaft with her tongue, looking at me the entire time. She was moaning with pleasure at the deliciousness. My eyes watered with tears of frustration. I couldn't believe how intensely I wanted his cock; wanted it in MY mouth, in MY cunt. It was agony to watch him giving it to her instead. She slipped down over his cock, swallowing it completely and holding there for a moment. He closed his eyes and leaned back, his hands entwined in her hair. 

After a seemingly endless passage of time where she did nothing but fuck his cock with her mouth, he sat up and whispered to her again. I had to marvel at his self control. I couldn't imagine any man lasting that long without reaching orgasm. He whispered the words to her as she repeated them to me in a soft accented voice, "What? You? Want? Alexis?" 

I looked first at her and then at him and could only whimper in humiliation. I wanted his cock and he knew it. I looked away. He spoke gruffly, his voice very low, "Alexis, answer her. What do you want?" 

I shook my head and a tear slid down my cheek. His voice was more commanding now, "Alexis!" I looked up at him, another tear slid slowly down my cheek. He smiled compassionately and stood. He took her by the hand and helped her to her feet. Together, they walked naked toward me and stood in front of me. 

"Well?" He asked. 

I looked up at him and whispered, "I want your cock, Steve." 

He smiled broadly "Good girl. That wasn't so hard now, was it?" I nodded. 

He spoke again, "You are surprised at how much you want me, aren't you? Surprised at how your body and mind are beginning to crave what I am capable of giving?" I nodded and felt the tears leave my chin and hit my breasts, soaking into the lace of the negligee. 

He smiled at me and then turned to the naked Asian woman. She was so lovely; with perfect skin and a perfect body. He kissed her on the cheek and whispered into her ear; I could see the goosebumps rise on her flesh the same way they did on mine when he whispered in my ear. 

She grinned in response to his whisper and then she looked at me for a moment. Then she leaned over me so that her face was near mine and her breasts were hanging down. She rested her hands on the arms of the chair and leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. She gasped into my mouth and I was able to see him grab her hips and begin to fuck her with the same wild fury as before. She moaned and gasped in my face, occasionally kissing me. He spoke to her insistently in Japanese, I think, and she answered breathlessly, arching her back and pressing her breasts and tight little nipples onto my face while he counted down. 

"Shi!" He said softly. She moaned. I could only assume that he was counting down for her in the same manner he had done with me that first day. 

He continued, "San." She gasped and kissed me again. 

He said with a lingering suspense, "Ni." She shuddered and her body tensed, I knew he must be getting close to one. 

And then he said with firm finality, "Ichi!" 

They both screamed simultaneously and reached multiple orgasms together. They wailed in Japanese, he screamed out in English as well and they shook and rocked together, literally inches from me. My pussy was completely drenched and aching with a burning need. She stood unsteadily, kissed him tenderly, donned a deep red kimono and exited the room without another word. 

He touched my face gently and looked into my eyes, clearly satisfied with the desperate longing he must have seen in them. I watched as he turned and went into the bathroom without a word. 

I was left bound in the chair, trembling and inexplicably craving this mysterious stranger with every fiber of my being.



Upstairs Encounter Ch. 06



When he returned to the room, he was wearing a clean shirt, a dark brown leather vest and a clean pair of jeans, along with his boots and hat of course. He smiled at me, "You are doing fine, Alexis. I'm very pleased." 

I returned his smile, though I know he could read the questions and lingering frustration in my expression. His boots echoed on the floor as he approached me. He smelled of strong soap and leather. It was, once again, an intoxicating scent. He kissed the top of my head before kneeling down to release my wrists and ankles. 

Once my ankles were free from the metal cuffs, I curled my legs up underneath me and looked down at him, waiting. He held out his hand for me and I took it and let him help me to my feet. Then with delicate care, he slipped the negligee up and off of me, tossing it in the corner. He led me into the bathroom where there were literally dozens of scented candles flickering. There was a single rose in a vase at the foot of the enormous bathtub which was filled with hot water and bubbles. Without a word, he helped me step into the tub. 

Silently, he gestured toward the makeup and dresses in the dressing table and armoire in the corner, tipped his hat with a grin, and made a slight bow as he backed out through the door, closing it. 

I leaned back in the old-fashioned tub and sighed. My hands roamed my body and naturally sought out my aching clit. I heard a crackle over an intercom and then his voice echoed in the spacious bathroom, "No, Alexis. You know the rules; you will only climax with my permission. Understand?" 

I looked all around. For the life of me, I could not see a camera anywhere. I nodded. 

The sound system crackled again and I heard his voice once more, "Good girl." 

And so I soaked for a while, cleaned myself and took my time making myself presentable. I selected a lovely off-the-shoulder black long sleeved dress which cinched in at the waist, showing off my womanly curves nicely. My hair was in long ringlets as it always is when it is damp; I knew it would dry into lovely curls over the next hour, but that in the meantime, it would have a sensuous impact on any average man. I carefully applied makeup so that it was subtle, accentuating my eyes and lips, in my opinion, my best features. I sighed and stepped back to evaluate my reflection. Not bad. I smiled. 

I spotted several pairs of shoes under the dressing table and selected a lovely pair of high-heeled sandals. Perfect. I took a deep breath and stepped back out into the main room. He was standing beside a table set for two holding out my chair. I beamed at him, I couldn't help myself.

I don't remember much about that dinner or the hours of conversation that we shared that evening. I do remember that he told me how beautiful I looked in the candlelight. I remember the way his green eyes glinted and danced as we talked. He asked me about my life and I found myself sharing every detail with him. I told him everything about my childhood, my ambitions, my passions and interests, my husband and my children. All the while, he listened intently, smiling and nodding, seeming to drink it in. 

I finally was bold enough to ask him about himself; his answers were a bit guarded but perfectly honest. It was during this conversation that I realized what a truly fine man he was. His views on the world showed without question that he was honorable, honest, brave and compassionate. It is all a blur to me now, but I remember being more "present" during that conversation than during any other in my lifetime. 

As with our previous dinner, he helped me into another nightgown and laid me in the bed, telling me to get some rest. I slept deeply while a whirlwind of dreams filled my head. 

I laugh thinking about this now, because I realize that he enjoyed having me awaken in unusual circumstances and watching me acclimate and react. I think he learns something about the women he "trains" by the way they handle those situations. From personal experience, I can tell you that it is virtually impossible to hide anything when you are naked and strapped to some piece of wood or machinery! 

And so, once again, I awoke in a rather interesting situation. I was completely naked and lying on a large examining table, the kind you'd find in a doctor's office. My legs were in the stirrups and tied securely. My arms were stretched above my head and tied with rough rope. There was a loose strap around my throat which seemed to go through the table and fasten underneath it. The middle section of the table underneath my ass felt like it was on a spring, feeling kind of "bouncy" compared to the relative rigidity of the rest of the table. 

I could see lots of silver implements through my peripheral vision but could not lift my head high enough to make out exactly what they were. I laid my head back and decided to relax and wait for his inevitable arrival. 

His voice broke the silence, "Well done, Alexis. You assessed your situation and reached calm acceptance very quickly. Good girl." 

His praise sent chills through me and I was wet instantly. I moaned softly and strained to try to see him, but he was outside my range of vision. I saw his hand reach from behind me; he was standing at the head of the examination table. He stroked my cheek and chuckled as I sighed and nuzzled my face close to try to prolong his touch. 

"Poor little Alexis; she needs something, doesn't she?" He chuckled again. "She needs cock, doesn't she?" I whimpered. "What is it baby?" He asked in the same tone one would use with a toddler in distress, "What do you need?" He continued to stroke my cheek and hair, as though he were petting me. 

I felt no reluctance this time when I said, "Please, Steve. My pussy is aching to be fucked. Yesterday was torture. Please. Please!!!!" 

He chuckled yet again, "Mmmmm, Alexis; I do love it when you beg. Alright my dear, you shall be fucked this morning." 

I sighed and relaxed my body and waited for him to appear, but instead I heard his footsteps moving away and heard him take a seat somewhere at an angle where he could view my body, but I couldn't see him. "Steve?" I asked. But there was no response.  

I heard clicking from his direction and then a whirring sound between my legs. It wasn't long before I felt a cold steel dildo push toward my pussy lips. I was so wet at this point that it slid easily inside me. The shaft was thick and extremely hard. It pushed slowly into me. I heard more clicking and it began pumping in and out of me, slowly at first and then building speed. I tensed my legs and braced my body as this machine began fucking me in earnest. 

"Ohhhh!!!" I screamed and moaned as the denial of the previous day came rushing back in a torrent. That feverish aching need to climax filled my body and I began to whimper and wail. 

"What's the matter, baby?" He said with obvious glee. "You need to cum? Don't you?" 

I grunted "Unnnhh Huhhhhh!!!" 

Instantly, the dildo slowed down its rhythmic fucking and began to vibrate and seemed to fill with warmth. It was indescribably erotic. I managed to croak out "m-m-more!" intending to ask for him to speed up the rhythm but unable to articulate myself in the rush of sensation. 

He laughed out loud, "Oh trust me, Alexis, there is much, much more." And with that, the mechanical assault on my body began.

First, the "bouncy section" of the table slid away, leaving my ass was suspended somewhat so that it lowered down into the recessed part of table. This caused several things to happen at once. The strap around my throat tightened brutally as soon as my neck pulled it forward and it pulled back down tightly, like a seatbelt does when you slam on the brakes. I was dizzy instantly and had to struggle to get any air at all. 

When my ass lowered, it came in contact with another cold metal dildo, already lubricated. It was not quite at the right angle, but a few clicks from Steve's remote console altered it expertly so that it found the sweet pucker of my asshole. I felt it move very slowly up until it was deep inside my ass. Meanwhile the hot vibrating dildo was steadily pumping away in my pussy. 

Two articulating metal arms rose from the sides of the exam table and I looked up and saw pincers hanging down from them by a retractable rod. Steve guided them down by remote and instructed me to lie very still while he attached them one at a time to my fully erect nipples. The pain seared through my body and I screamed and writhed, which only made everything more excruciating and intense. 

At the sound of my scream, both dildos began pumping rapidly, alternating at first and then cycling to a point where both were plunging inside of me in unison, filling me, stretching me completely. The clamps gave intermittent tugs to my nipples and the strap around my throat tightened and slackened randomly. I was completely dizzy and disoriented and my body was responding to the combined sensations with tremendous arousal. I could feel my juices spilling out and coating both of the vibrators. I moaned and whimpered and grunted, begging without words. I desperately needed to cum. 

I was so distracted that I did not hear Steve walk over and place his hand on my abdomen. I flinched at the hot electric sensation of actual human touch in the midst of the mechanical gang fuck. He trailed his finger lazily down my body, stopping just short of my clit. He looked at me as I whimpered again. 

"What do you want, Alexis?" His eyes practically glowed; I couldn't take my eyes off them. 

I gasped as I spoke, "I want... I want to cum!" 

He growled and moved his finger to my clit and pressed. "You will not cum yet Alexis. You must control it or there will be consequences." 

I groaned and bit down fiercely on my lower lip in an effort to fight the growing sensation. I tasted the drop of blood that rose as a result, but I didn't care. I had to please him; I had to resist this climax until he allowed me. Oh god, he has to give me permission soon! My mind raced. 

He rubbed slow circles on my clit, occasionally flicking it with his fingernail. This was sublime torture; my mind was completely devoid of anything except his voice, his image, and my need to cum. He asked calmly, "Are you close, Alexis? Don't lie." 

I sputtered, "YES! YES!!" And then everything stopped. 

I sobbed in maddening frustration, "Please, please, please, PLEASE!" 

He just looked at me with bemusement mixed with a bit of pity and stroked my sweat and tear stained face. "What's the matter baby? I know what it is. Alexis needs a real cock. Don't you? Don't you want a REAL cock?" 

I groaned something that was meant to be yes but sounded more like a wail. 

He leaned down and kissed me deeply. "You have pleased me with your control. Alexis. You will be fucked by a real cock soon, I promise." I sighed in relief as he began unhooking my body from the examining table fuck machine. 

Finally, I thought. At last he is going to fuck me and I am going to feel it all. It wouldn't be long now.



Upstairs Encounter Ch. 07



Once free of the binds that had held me to the examination table, he helped me to my feet and my knees buckled. He lifted me and carried me to the next contraption, still underneath its drape. It was smaller than the others. He stood me on my feet and I was able to stand, though a bit unsteadily. 

"Remove the drape, Alexis." He commanded. I obeyed and was surprised to see a simple wooden saw horse there. 

"Bend over the horse, Alexis." I moved to the end and did as he instructed. He quickly strapped my wrists and ankles to the legs of the horse, my body immobilized. The surface of the saw horse ran from just above my pubic bone to my sternum. My head was free and unsupported. 

All at once I felt a sharp pain and then a burning sensation in one of my ass cheeks. I saw the injection needle in his hand as he walked back into view. 

"What...what did you do to me?" The burning sensation seemed to be crawling through my body, reaching its peak of heat in my clit and my nipples. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned as every nerve in my body became aroused. 

I looked at him with a silent question and he explained, "What do you think? Do you like it, Alexis? This is yet another of my fascinating discoveries in my travels; this one I found in South America. It is a serum derived from the habanera pepper and uses a purified form of capsaicin, the element in the pepper that provides the heat." He spoke calmly as though he were lecturing a classroom of students. He began walking around me as he explained; all the while my senses were reeling and my body felt as if it were on fire. 

He continued, "The scientists I worked with there have genetically altered the molecule to make its heat affect the reproductive and sexual systems in the body. It is the same physical mechanism that emerges when you eat hot peppers and all the blood rushes to your face causing you to sweat. This serum triggers the same reaction, except that the blood rushes to your clit, your cunt and your nipples." He lightly and lingeringly touched each of these places on my body as he spoke causing an involuntary and violent jerk in my body each time. He returned to face me, grinning, obviously pleased. "It is impossible to resist arousal once injected and it lasts for hours." 

He undressed slowly while standing in front of me. He paused for a moment and then began stroking his cock. "Tell me again, Alexis, what is it that you want?" 

"I want a cock inside me this time Steve!!" I practically yelled it at him. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, still stroking his cock. "You are sure?" He asked with a twinkle in his eyes that made me feel a twinge of uneasiness. 

"YES!!" I croaked. 

He nodded and pressed the intercom button. Within seconds, I heard the door open and the sound of footsteps. More than one set of feet from the sound of it. The steps drew nearer and nearer. Finally, the owners of the feet came into view, standing beside the bed that Steve was still sitting on. "You ask and I deliver, Alexis." He grinned wickedly as I looked at three completely naked men. 

The first one was an enormous black man I guessed to be in his 30's. He had thick muscular arms and legs and a frighteningly thick and long cock even in its semi-erect state. The second one was a younger man, maybe in his 20's, with longish blonde hair, like the stereotypical surfer dudes. He was muscular but in a leaner way, closer to a swimmer's body than a weightlifter's; even so, his cock was as long as his height would suggest with a thick bulbous head. The last man was shorter and perhaps in his 40's, though I have difficulty guessing the age of people who are from the Mediterranean regions as they don't seem to age as quickly as Caucasians. He was olive-skinned with dark hair and eyes. His cock was of average length but was incredibly thick. I had only had experience with one man whose cock even compared; that was with a boyfriend in college when I was terribly inexperienced and I was too scared to fuck him because of the size of his cock. And now, these three men were standing in front of me with equally massive cocks and I was bound naked and helpless. 

I looked at Steve and he said "Alexis, I'd like you to meet Nathan." He indicated the black man. "And Alan" He indicated the surfer dude. "And Damian." He gestured toward the third man. "I'd like you to tell them what you just told me you wanted." 

I looked at Steve with horror and shook my head. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Alexis, haven't you learned by now that you shouldn't resist? You may not enjoy the next punishment as much as the last one." He smirked. And then in a flash, all hints of a smile left his face. 

"TELL THEM!" He growled. 

I looked down at the floor and spoke softly, "I want to be fucked by a..." I swallowed hard with my eyes still glued to the floor, "by a cock." 

I didn't have to look; I heard the pleased grin in his voice as he spoke, "You heard her boys. Use this slut just like she is asking. She's a little whore just begging for cock. Why don't you oblige her?" 

The men all grinned and nodded at Steve. Clearly, they had played this scene before with other "trainees". 

Nathan was the first to approach. He stood behind me and rubbed his huge hands over my ass, finally gripping it and working the thick head of his cock into my pussy, stretching the lips agonizingly tightly. He grunted and pumped just the head of his cock in and out of my cunt as the other two approached. 

He groaned and said "Fuckin' tight pussy, man!" 

Alan stood in front of me and tilted my chin up, touching his finger to my closed mouth. "Suck it bitch" he snarled. I opened my lips and sucked his finger, all the while seeing his other hand stroking his cock, getting ready. He pulled my mouth open with his finger and shoved his cock in deep with one smooth motion. Wham! He was all the way at the back of my throat! "Fuck yeah, you little slut. You like having your face fucked dontcha?" He gripped my shoulders and fucked my mouth with fury. 

Damian was watching all this and slowly walked past me to the large wooden cabinet. I glanced over as best I could with Alan's cock ramming down my throat and screamed onto his cock. His moans intensified. "Hurry the fuck up, Damian! That shit feels fucking awesome! Make this slut scream!" 

I tried to catch Steve's eye but he was blocked from my view by Alan's body. Damian approached with multiple items in his hand and laid them on a small table. The first thing he did was attach clover clamps to my nipples; tiny ridges dig in when they tighten and it is agonizingly tight and painful. The heavy chain that attached the clamps to one another hung down underneath my body and kept the constant pressure tugging the clamps and my nipples down. Each clamp he tightened caused me to groan, leading Alan to hoot and cheer. 

Nathan meanwhile was completely single focused. His hands were sweaty and slipping on my body, his cock twitching inside my cunt, dragging in and out. It was clear that he did not have the same control as Steve. 

Remember also that my body was aflame from Steve's serum all this time, driving me just to the edge of orgasm. I began tightening my pussy on Nathan's cock and moaning constantly on Alan's, trying to drive them to cum. I was desperately trying to achieve it for myself, but it wouldn't happen. I realized with shock that I was waiting for Steve to count down for me; my body was unwilling, perhaps incapable of going any further without his prompt. 

Damian continued his work, attaching another chain to the center of the nipple clamp chain. He stretched it down my body and motioned for Nathan to stop for a moment. Then Damian found my hard little clit and swiftly fastened this clamp right on top of it. I screamed bloody murder! White hot fire of pain filled me from the inside out and I believed I would faint if this pain continued. 

Nathan resumed slamming his cock deep inside my cunt, ramming my cervix. Each time his hips hit mine, the clamp swung, renewing the electric sensation in my already raggedly aroused clit. 

Damian took another item from the table, a whip with many thin soft leather strips. He tickled the length of my body with it and then lightly slapped my ass. He whipped my ass again; it was a little harder with more of a sting. He whipped me a third time with even more sting. The tendrils struck again and again. Each strike was greater in strength and intensity. By the tenth stroke, it was brutal. I could actually feel the red welts rising on my skin. Mercifully, he stopped at the twelfth stroke, which caused me to cry out like a wounded animal. 

At this moment, Nathan emptied his cock into my pussy at the same time Alan fed me his cum, shooting it directly down my throat. Damian tugged on the chain where the chains came together, pulling all the clamps tightly. Both men pulled out of me and covered my body with their cum. 

I thought they were done, when I felt what had to be Damian's cock pressing against my ass. I writhed on the saw horse, screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" 

I opened my eyes and saw Steve glaring at me, shaking his head mouthing the same word: No. 

I clawed at the wood, pulling on the straps helplessly. I actually did pass out for a moment or two when Damian's enormously thick cock finally penetrated the tight ring of muscle at my anus. He grunted and pumped steadily, brutally stretching my ass. He came within minutes but it seemed like an eternity. He shot his load onto my body so that it mixed with the cum from the other two men. 

Once again, I thought they MUST be done. But incredibly, Nathan was hard again and was ramming into my pussy. With Alan out of the way, I could see Steve, still sitting in his chair, still stroking his cock. Steve's face was impassive as he sat there just watching me. He leaned forward so that our faces were only a few inches apart. 

"Alexis? Baby? Do you still need to cum?" 

The noise that came from me as I nodded my head was a combination groan, growl and sob. 

He smiled compassionately. "Three" Alan leaned down and removed the nipple clamps and began sucking on my aching nipples. 

"Two" Damian removed the clit clamp and I heard the chain clatter to the floor. He began rubbing small circles on my swollen clit. All the while, Nathan continued fucking my pussy, pounding it harder and harder and harder. 

I was trembling, screaming, out of my mind with arousal and the pent up frustration of the past twenty four hours. I looked up at Steve; I was panting and my eyes were filled with tears, begging silently for long-awaited release. 

He opened his mouth, teasing me with a few more agonizing moments. "One" 

My memory of that orgasm is, unfortunately, a bit hazy. The initial moments of it were like an explosion inside me, followed by one little explosion after another. My body bucked and rocked, the sturdy saw horse teetered from the impact. The men stopped and I heard them walk out the way they came. 

I continued to climax; it was like a chain reaction that couldn't be stopped or wouldn't be stopped. I was gasping for air while electric sensations filled me completely. Steve brushed my wild sweaty mass of curls back from my face and gently stroked my head as though he were petting me. He whispered, "Good girl. Alexis, you are such a good girl." 

Slowly my breathing returned to normal and I felt a fatigue like I had rarely felt before. 

He removed the straps from my wrists and ankles and carried me to a fresh bath. I was half unconscious but still flinched as the water touched my battered body. I was surprised when he remained in the room and gently bathed me, taking great care on the parts of my body which were bruised from the wooden saw horse, the whip and the metal clamps. 

He dressed me for bed and put me under the covers. This time, however, instead of leaving, he slipped underneath the covers with me and wrapped his arms around me. My last waking memory of that night is a feeling of pure comfort, warmth and safety. 

I didn't know what the next day would bring. And, to be perfectly honest, in that moment I did not care.



Upstairs Encounter Ch. 08



His hands were on me, roaming everywhere, caressing my breasts, my legs, and my face. Our arms wrapped around each other, bodies pressed together. He growled soft and low into my ear "Lay back, Alexis." 

I did as he asked, my body trembling, almost vibrating. He reached beside the bed and took a glass; I heard the ice clink as he lifted it to select two ice cubes. He smiled at me and kissed me, "Nice deep breaths, Alexis. Just relax and let your body respond." 

I closed my eyes and felt the zing of cold as one ice cube made contact with my lips. I sucked the ice melt off of it and he trailed the tip of the ice cube around my jaw and down my throat. The other ice cube followed in kind until both had ended on my nipples. He rubbed gentle icy circles around my nipples until I could feel them becoming achingly hardened. He slipped the cubes down to my clit and gave it the same treatment as my nipples, eventually slipping both pieces of ice into my pussy. 

I sighed as I felt them melt inside of me, I wouldn't have been surprised to hear a "Ssssssssssss" sound and see steam rising! He repeated this several times. He acted slowly and deliberately. Eventually, he had placed 10 pieces of ice inside me and I could feel the melted liquid leaking out of my pussy, icy cold and running down the crack of my ass to the bedding. 

When he was satisfied, he took a slice of ginger root and began rubbing it on my frigid nipples. I could feel the tingling, warming sensation instantly. He moved it to my clit. I felt a tingling at first followed by subtle but growing warmth. The longer it remained, the more heat arose. He laid it carefully in the upper folds of my pussy so that the slice of ginger would remain in contact with my clit while he reached beside the table again. 

He held the scarf I had worn into the bar that first day and he quickly tied it into a slip knot around my throat. He tied the other end to the wrought iron headboard. 

"Scoot yourself down the bed, Alexis, just until the knot tightens." I obeyed and gasped as the knot tightened. "Good girl." He said. 

He handed me a vibrator that was at least 8 inches long and fairly thick as well. "Fuck yourself, Alexis. Fuck yourself with this tool like you want me to fuck you. Show me what a slut you would be for my cock. Prove to me how much you want it, baby." 

He handed me the vibrator and I sucked it wantonly to get it wet and then rammed it into my aching pussy. The cold water came rushing out, soaking my legs and the bed underneath me. He smiled while he watched me; he stroked my hair and my face and peppered my cheek with kisses. 

He whispered, "Are you my slut, Alexis?" 

I moaned "YESSSSSSSSSSS" 

He said firmly "Say it." 

I struggled to breathe enough and compose myself enough in the midst of fucking myself with the vibrator to answer him "I'm...I'm your slut!!" 

He smirked, "Good girl. You are such a good girl." 

He lay beside me, caressing my body, holding me as I drove myself closer and closer to orgasm. I whimpered and moaned. 

"What's the matter baby?" He mused, "What is it? What do you want?" 

I opened my eyes and looked pleadingly into his. I gasped "You!" 

He smiled broadly "Excellent. And what exactly do you want with me?" He grinned, obviously enjoying teasing me, "All you have to do is ask, Alexis."

I gasped uncontrollably as I spoke, "I...I need....you! I need your COCK! I need you! I'm begging you! Please! PLEASE!! FUCK MEEEEE!" 

He chuckled and reached over to tweak my nipples. "You're surprised how badly your body craves me aren't you?" 

I nodded frantically, still fucking myself with the vibrator. He kissed me lightly on the lips and smoothed my hair back from my face. "Shhhh. Stop what you're doing, Alexis." 

I did so with an audible sob. "You've been such a good slut, so obedient and accommodating. I think I will give you what you crave." 

I had to struggle to keep from weeping. I had finally earned his attention; finally he was going to pleasure me with his own cock. I looked up at him as he positioned himself above me. Arched my back and groaned as I felt the thick head of his cock slip into me, a jolt of sensation burning through me and I cried out. 

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"What???" I was completely disoriented and confused. Blinking my eyes, I realized with agonizing certainty that it had only been a dream. It was merely subconscious wishful thinking. My body trembled in reaction to the memory of it. I rubbed my eyes and stretched, my thigh touching something solid. I jumped and opened my eyes wide, only to see him sitting on the side of the bed, watching me. He must have been watching me the whole time. 

He smirked, "I hope I didn't wake you, Alexis. That looked like it must have been quite a dream." 

I lay back down, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. It was barely a touch, but it felt like electric fire just the same. 

"Don't worry, Alexis. All will come to fruition in good time. You are doing so well; you're such a good girl, my sensuous shy slut. I promise that today will bring even more erotic sensations than you have ever imagined before. You are just beginning to open up to the passions inside you. Trust me, Alexis. It will be worth the wait."

I squeezed his hand and tried to relax. Wondering what he had in store for me next. 

Within moments, I was blindfolded and he was leading me across the main room again. His strong arm was comfortably around my waist, ushering me forward. He stopped and released me. I was able to hear rustling sounds. I felt his body very near to me and then I felt the rough texture of thick rope. It took him several minutes to apply the rope as he desired. My arms were stretched down by my sides and he bound them to my body, the rope spiraling around my body, woven between my arms and body and then cinched tight. 

He allowed the ropes to wrap around my breasts, leaving them exposed and then twisted the rope at my sternum before putting the ropes over my shoulders. He twisted them again, secured them through the rope loops at my back and placed the remaining length of rope into my ass crack, under my perineum and then up through my pussy lips. He expertly tied a knot so that it rested directly on my clit before securing the loose ends to the rope loops at my navel. 

He touched my face for a moment and then walked a few paces. I heard a loud metal rattle, like a heavy chain. His steps approached again and I felt cool metal against my back as he hooked several large hooks to the ropes binding me. 

"Trust me, Alexis." He whispered hotly in my ear. 

A low mechanical hum echoed through the room while he held my body and waited patiently. Slowly, I felt the ropes tighten and I was lifted off the ground so that my body was parallel to the floor. He guided me, holding my body gently while the ropes were pulled taut. In the end, my body was securely suspended above the floor. And then he removed my blindfold.

The room was completely dark except for something underneath me that was glowing brightly. Everything was a blur after wearing the blindfold and I tried to breathe while I waited for my eyes to focus. As the hazy glow began to focus, I was filled with an icy fear. The object beneath me was a giant water tank, lit from within. There were multiple chrome fixtures on both ends of the tank. I was struck with a sudden horror; perhaps I was all wrong about this. Perhaps this had all been a sick precursor to murder. I began to scream uncontrollably. 

Steve was sitting on an elevated seat; he gripped me by my throat and squeezed. 

"Calm yourself, Alexis. I told you to trust me. You will not be harmed here. Remember what you asked for?" 

I nodded, unable to breathe or speak. 

"Good girl." He said, "This is the next step on that path." 

He released my throat and I coughed, sputtering for air. The mechanical hum echoed in the room again as the chains lowered me toward the surface of the water. Steve's seat moved in unison with the mechanism so that he was always within easy reach of my body. The ropes pulled my hips up slightly so that my arms and legs were angled down slightly. 

I looked at Steve; he was grinning wickedly as he spoke, "I think you are going to like this, my sweet whore." 

I gasped as I felt a powerful jet of icy cold water hitting directly on my clit. It lasted perhaps 20 or 30 seconds and then stopped for a beat. But before I could catch my breath, an equally powerful jet of extremely warm water assaulted my clit for another 30 seconds. Steve sat back and watched me as the equipment automatically alternated between the icy water jet and the hot water jet. My clit was ablaze with sensation. I couldn't help moaning and crying out loud. 

Steve chuckled softly and leaned forward to stroke my exposed skin, "What, my sweet slut? Is something wrong?" 

I gasped, unable to speak. 

He chuckled heartily and leaned back to watch the water show. 

When the jets stopped, Steve moved to my ankles, attaching cuffs to each one. Then the chains rattled and the machine hummed. My legs were lowered so that I was submerged from the waist down. The water was very warm and there was motion in the water; the current gently caressed my skin, especially my exposed clit. I felt the cuffs pulling on my ankles, spreading my legs widely apart. Steve adjusted something at the edge of the tank and then moved his seat back to a position near my face. 

He stroked my cheek and smiled as the mechanical hum of machinery began again, followed by a gurgling of something submerging into the water. It was only a matter of seconds before I felt the contrast of something very hard and extremely cold against my pussy lips. It pushed in easily, thick and very hard, stretching my cunt wide open. A whimper escaped my lips as I realized that I was being fucked with an ice dildo, a rather large one at that. 

Steve reached for something as the ice dildo picked up speed. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the warmth of the water contrasted with the ice cock in my cunt. I desperately needed to cum again. 

I was jolted out of my focus, literally. My eyes flew open and I saw Steve holding a glass wand of some sort, there were electric blue sparks inside the bulb at the end. He was carefully applying it to my body above the water. I felt sharp stinging little shocks which caused my body to shake involuntarily. The ice cock was still plunging in and out of my aching pussy. 

He touched the wand to my nipple. I screamed. Then he touched my other nipple with the wand. I whimpered loudly. He reveled in the desperate noises that I was making. And then he seemed to tire of his electric toy and he put it away. The ice cock had melted down to almost nothing and it pulled out of my pussy, I could feel a rush of water exit my body as it did so. 

I heard the mechanical hum and felt my upper body being lowered now. I choked back a sob. 

"Steve? Steve! For God's sake, please don't do this!! Please???" 

He looked into my eyes with empathy, "Shhhhh, Alexis. Stay calm and hold your breath. Trust me my hungry little pussy. Don't you need to cum again?" 

I nodded anxiously. 

"Good girl. Now take a deep breath just before you contact the water. This is important, Alexis. Understand?" 

I managed to squeak out a shaky "Yes." I took a deep breath just before my face and upper body were lowered into the water. At the same time, my spread legs and my hips were hoisted out of the water. I opened my eyes and I could see his face through the water and glass. He smiled and began rubbing my clit in deliberate circles. Every nerve in my body was on fire and it didn't take more than a few seconds for this to push me to the edge. 

He waved his hand to get my attention. He held up five fingers and mouthed the word "Five". 

I felt a shudder run like electricity through me. He smiled with pleasure at my response to his counting. 

I had been a swimmer for decades so it was easy to hold my breath for long periods of time. But eventually I began to feel the burn in my lungs. I knew I only had another minute or so before my lungs would take in water, whether I liked it or not. His caresses on my clit set my body aflame; I was filled with a yearning ache. 

He knew, of course, that I was nearing my limit and so his countdown was quicker than usual. By the time he held up two fingers, my body was shaking and jerking. My ankles were pulling hard against the cuffs. And then he smiled and blew me a kiss before holding up one finger. 

I closed my eyes and climaxed explosively. I could feel my cum flowing out into the warm water. I had only seconds left, my lungs were on fire and I was beginning to see stars when I was hoisted out of the water again. When my face rose above the surface of the water, my lungs were raw and ragged. I coughed and sputtered uncontrollably. I hung limply from my bonds as the machine moved me away from the tank and lowered my feet to the floor. Steve unhooked the clips holding the rope and I slumped to the ground. He ignored me for a moment while he put away the equipment. 

He came back to me carrying the hunting knife and I didn't even react. He breathed in with obvious pleasure as he carefully cut the ropes from my body. He smoothed my wet hair away from my face and held my naked body to him closely. My flesh warm from the water was made warmer still from his embrace. 

What was happening to me? I wanted nothing more than to please this man and endure anything and everything he desired. A slight pang of fear gripped me when the thought occurred to me that he would almost certainly tire of me and, as he had said before, escort me to my car and resume his wandering. 

I snuggled close, holding him tightly and savoring the feeling of his strong arms around my body. 

Once again, I tried to anticipate what he desired for me and from me now.



Upstairs Encounter Ch. 09



Wrapped in a large towel, I sat in his lap on the large leather chair. He brushed my hair, playing with the damp curls while I recovered my breath. 

He stopped brushing and pulled me close, growling playfully in my ear, "Did you enjoy your swim, my dear?" 

I sighed and nodded. 

He stroked my throat gently from chin to sternum, "You have far exceeded my expectations, Alexis. I suspected there was more to you when I first saw you. However, I must admit, I was not expecting you to progress so quickly. I'm very pleased with you, my little whore." 

I closed my eyes, reveling in his praise, hungry for it now. I needed it now, literally like I needed air to breathe. 

"Alexis. Open your eyes." I look into his green eyes and they seem to sparkle. 

"The day's adventure is not over yet." I looked at him expectantly. "Did you get a good look at the bar downstairs when you were waiting?" 

I nodded, "I think so. I liked the look of it actually. It looked very rustic, kind of a throwback to something you only see in movies anymore." 

He smiled. "And did you notice the stockade on the far wall?" 

I shook my head slowly, "No, I must have missed those." 

His smile turned to a wicked grin, "I was hoping that was the case. Now that you know they are there, I can tell you what your next task is to be. I should tell you that only my most promising subjects are taken to this point of the training and beyond. I am very pleased with you so far and I know that you will complete the journey. I know it, Alexis." 

He had urgency in his voice that I hadn't heard before, as though it were very important to him for me to complete this, whatever that meant! 

He continued, "You will walk downstairs wearing only your bra and panties. You will walk to the stockade and willingly lay your head and wrists in the appropriate places and wait for someone to close and lock the upper piece." 

I shook my head and whispered, "No. No, I can't do that." 

He frowned, "You can and you will, Alexis. That is, you will if you ever hope to actually feel my cock inside your tight wet pussy." My pussy throbbed at these words. 

He continued, "Don't you want my cock inside your mouth, between your breasts or inside your tight little asshole?" 

I trembled. I looked into his eyes, gauging whether he meant what he was saying. I gasped at the thought of having his cock anywhere inside my body. I was very aware of a violent throbbing in my clit; I was physically aching for what he was offering.  

His eyes were hard as steel as he spoke, "If you want any of that from me, you will follow my instructions. And you will do this NOW." 

He stood up and I slid off of his lap onto the arm of the chair. He yanked the towel off of my body and walked to the bedside table. He took a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra out of the drawer and tossed them to me. 

"You have sixty seconds to decide. Do you walk downstairs to the stocks wearing this, thereby proving your commitment to our journey together?" 

He paused and looked intently at me before continuing, "Or do I give you a new dress and send you to your car to leave this place. You will leave this place and will never see me or hear from me again." 

I slid down into the seat of the chair, stunned. 

He spoke his final booming command, "CHOOSE, ALEXIS. NOW."

I had no choice really. My body was running this show now. I stood and slipped on the panties and bra, turned on my heel without looking at him. His laughter was cruelly taunting me. I opened the door and could still hear his satisfied laughter for a second even after I had shut the heavy soundproofed door. My legs were shaking as I walked down the stairs. It was twilight and the light inside the bar was different. It was noticeably darker with many shadows. A few lamps and light fixtures cast dusky light randomly in the space. I looked into the far corner and, sure enough, there was an old authentic-looking stockade standing there. The upper piece was lifted in preparation for me. 

Glancing around the bar, I was surprised to see how many people were in the room. There were two men at a corner table, drinking whiskey. They looked to be in their 50's and I guessed that they had worked in some form of physical labor all their lives. There was a young man I thought might be in his 20's. He looked nervous, fidgeting and smiling shyly in my direction, and was sitting with an older man who looked similar to him. I thought it might be his father, or perhaps his uncle? What was this??? There were several other shadowy figures who were sitting in the darker sections of the room and I couldn't tell you anything about them. Most were wearing cowboy hats and jeans and boots. And, of course, the bartender was there. I looked at him as I walked down the stairs, hoping to catch his eye. I was certain that he knew what I was getting into and I wondered why he didn't help me. I knew he was aware of me walking down the stairs. All the other men were staring at me hungrily, but the bartender avoided my stare. I walked past him, then past the table with the young man and his relative, finally arriving at the other side of the bar and the stockade.

I took a deep breath and, again, wondered what the hell I was doing here and how I had gotten to this point. I should run to my car, but I couldn't. And Steve knew it. I could feel him up on the landing, even without looking up. I knew that he was watching me. He was not controlling me physically, but he was confident that I would follow his instruction. 

I took another deep breath and I bent over, placing my throat in the large center opening and laying my wrists in the openings on either side. My body was bent and my lace-covered ass was facing the open room. I heard footsteps and braced myself. The upper piece closed on me and I heard a heavy lock click shut. I closed my eyes and then felt a tap on my hand. It was such a deferential touch for me in this position; it almost made me laugh. I opened my eyes and saw the bartender kneeling in front of the stockade; his face was very close to mine. I was tempted to spit in his face, but I knew I'd probably pay for it so I resisted. I just glared at him, feeling a deep sense of completely irrational anger and betrayal. 

He whispered to me, speaking very rapidly as though he didn't have much time, "Don't be angry with me, ma'am. I know you are confused by all this. Trust me; you will not regret this after you leave here." 

The expression on my face must have been as transparent as glass. He smiled, "Oh yes, you'll be allowed to leave. Please don't worry. Steve knows what he's doing. Don't be afraid, alright? Just allow yourself to experience this like a wave washing over you. Let it lift you to the heights that he aspires to for you. He has great hopes for you. Trust him, Alexis. Trust me. You won't be sorry." He stopped suddenly and stood, giving my hand a quick squeeze. I knew Steve was approaching, his all too familiar heavy footsteps resounding in the still quiet room. 

I heard Steve's voice, "So, Brad, how are we doing here?" 

So the bartender was Brad, I thought. 

Brad nodded, "All secure here, Steve." I was not surprised at the deference that Brad showed Steve; I suspected everyone who came into contact with Steve reacted the same way to his charisma and confidence. 

Steve's smile sounded in his voice, "Excellent." 

He leaned down and kissed my cheek and then whispered, "Well done, my little whore. I'll bet your pussy has already soaked through those little panties in anticipation of all these cocks." He reached underneath my body and pressed firmly on the crotch of the panties. He whistled soft and low, "My, my, my. What a wet little slut cunt. Good little whore." 

He gripped the crotch of the flimsy panties and ripped them off my body in one easy motion. His hands trailed up my abdomen to the center of my bra...I heard a loud RIP as it too was taken easily off of me. He dropped the lace rags onto the floor and stood up to address the room. 

"Good evening, gentlemen. You all know why you are here and you know the rules." 

They all murmured affirmatively. 

"Excellent. Has Brad given you your placement in the queue?" 

Again, they murmured. I cringed. He may as well have been talking about taking a number at the butcher shop. I almost laughed at the thought; it was not too far off in terms of analogy. 

"Begin."

I could not see them, but within several minutes I felt multiple pairs of hands on my body and the tip of a cock slipping up and down my wet pussy lips. Without warning, the cock slammed deep inside me. It was a very thick and very long cock. This man began rhythmically fucking me with rapid strokes. 

I heard a voice from off to the side, "Slow down, man, you're going to blow your wad before you get your money's worth out of her cunt." 

There was a pause and then I heard the man fucking me answer breathlessly, "Sure thing, Uncle Stu. Thanks!" 

His strokes slowed slightly, but I could feel that he was close to the edge. I purposely tightened my cunt on his cock and that was all it took. He pulled out and covered my ass and back with his hot thick cum. I could hear his groans and grunts. Several pairs of hands smeared his cum over my back. 

I felt Steve's mouth near my ear. He growled and nipped at my earlobe, "I should punish you for that, my naughty slut. You used your greedy little cunt to force him to a premature eruption." He laughed, "My clever little whore. Let's see if you are able to do that to all these cocks." 

I tried to look at him but couldn't turn my head effectively, "How...how many are there, Steve?" 

He chuckled with wicked glee, "Plenty, Alexis. Don't you worry."

I could hear a heavy scraping on the floor and sensed something being placed behind me. I heard a voice behind and above me and realized it was a platform of sorts; one of the men had climbed up on it, waiting. Another man gripped my hips and rammed his cock into me. 

"Let Uncle Stu show you fellas how this is done right!" 

He moved his hips and ground into me, expertly finding my g-spot. I gasped and moaned out loud. 

Stu laughed out loud, "Fuck yeah! What did I tell ya?" He pumped steadily, massaging my sensitive spot with the tip of his cock. The man above me spat on my ass and smeared it onto my asshole. He eased his cock head into the tight resistant hole. Once the head was in, he slammed in deep, groaning loudly. Stu groaned as well, obviously each of them feeling the movement of the other cock through my membrane. I was completely stretched, both holes fucked and my body was approaching heightened arousal. 

Once again, I tightened my Kegel muscles and squeezed both cocks. The men shouted in surprise. 

Stu slapped my ass, "YOU! YOU BITCH!!" 

He then said under his breath, "I don't care what the fucking rules are, this slut is getting my cum inside her cunt." He groaned and then suddenly, his cock pulled out. 

Steve growled, "NO!" 

I heard a thud and guessed that Steve had pushed him off of me and onto the ground. 

"That's the last time, Stu." Steve said with cold calm anger, "Leave. NOW!" 

Stu angrily stomped out the door and soft footsteps followed; I could only assume that Stu's nephew didn't want to miss his ride. Meanwhile, the cock in my ass pulled out and sprayed my body with gobs of hot cum. Once again, multiple pairs of hands spread cum on my body like lotion, spreading it to my abdomen and underneath my body to my breasts. 

Steve returned to me as two more men moved into position. "Well done, Alexis." He laughed a soft but genuine laugh and whispered, "I never liked that asshole Stu anyway." 

Two more men began fucking my holes, one in my cunt and one in my ass. This time a third man moved to the other side of the stockade so that his cock was touching my face. 

He held my cheeks and said gently "Open wide." I obeyed and he began fucking my mouth, slowly at first and then building speed. 

Steve's voice was in my ear, gravelly and deep, "Good girl. Take those cocks, my sweet. These men think they are using you, but we know better. Don't we, my slut? You will use them. Use them to drive yourself to new heights. Use them to cum for me. This is what you were made for, what your body begs for. Let yourself go, don't hold back, Alexis. Give in to it. Give in to all of it. NOW." 

He gently stroked my cheek and growled one more time in my ear; it was too much. My body rocked with orgasm, my head void of anything save the orgasm. Wild animal grunts escaped my lips, muffled by a strange man's long cock. I felt something give way in my mind, taking to heart what Steve had said. I let myself fall into the orgasm and it felt like a leap from a cliff. Once it began, I was unable to stop my orgasm. My muscles clenched and spasmed, milking two men's cocks. 

I screamed and moaned, vibrating the third man's cock with my voice and my lips. I could hear them moaning. I could feel their hands gripping my body tightly. I continued to cum, seemingly without end in sight. 

Steve was in the distance and I heard his praise "That's it, baby. Yes, Alexis. Own this, my slut. Don't resist. Don't hold back. You are so pleasing; you are such a good girl." 

His praise sparked renewed energy in my orgasm and I screamed and bucked. I honestly don't know how long my body continued to cum. All three men pulled out of my holes and covered me with cum. It landed hotly on my face, my tits, my ass, and my thighs. 

I heard retreating footsteps and the door opening and closing several times. I was still shuddering in the aftermath and continuation of my epic orgasm when I realized there was a pair of hands still smoothing over my skin, caressing me gently. He moved behind me and slid his cock inside me. It wasn't very long but it was extremely thick. My eyes filled with tears and I wondered if it could be Steve? Could it be him? Finally? His voice in my ear quickly answered my unasked question. 

"You still have more inside you. My trusted confidante can no doubt coax it out of you. Right, Brad?" 

Brad answered with a guttural, "YES!" 

Brad fucked me slowly, gently urging my orgasms to continue. His hands were constantly roaming my body gently and carefully. I moaned and let myself slide deeper into the sensation. 

Steve picked up the lace scraps and put them in my mouth and then pinched my nose shut. "Focus, Alexis. Give me everything. You are mine now. I will be in your head forever. I want you to cum until your body in incapable of cumming any more. And then I want one more from you. Give it to me. NOW, ALEXIS!" 

It happened just as he asked; I came and came and came, squeezing Brad's cock with my cunt. It was a fire in my belly and hot electricity in my clit. My head filled with white hot desire. Every fiber in my body was humming like a machine. And when, at last, I had cum for the last time and I thought I would surely faint, he released my nose and removed the cloth from my mouth. 

He whispered softly, "One more, my slut." 

As I sucked in a long raspy breath, I had to fight the sobs that threatened when I had that final orgasm on his command. It was, up to that point, the single most powerful sensation I had ever experienced in my life. Brad came seconds later, pulling out and adding his cum to the other cum coating my body. 

The intensity of the experience was so overwhelming that I can't remember clearly how I was taken from the stockade or how I got back upstairs or who actually cleaned my body. All I remember was feeling a sense of wonder that my body was able to achieve that pinnacle of arousal and release. 

But my greater sense of wonder was at the fact that he knew it was there all along. I know without a doubt that I fell asleep instantly when someone, I assume Steve, placed me in my bed. I know that I slept a deep and dreamless sleep for a great many hours. I have no doubt that he was there the whole time, watching over me and planning the next step of my journey.



Upstairs Encounter Ch. 10



The Saddle Tramp watched her sleeping as his gaze followed her body. Her tight pink nipples were pressing through her sheer nightgown. His eyes scanned her body, admiring the way the light fabric rested on her full breasts and had settled onto her thighs and her pubic mound, hinting at the V shape of her sex. He longed to touch her but hesitated. 

The completion of the tasks had taken a toll on her body and mind. He knew that she deserved to be well-rested before facing what he had to ask of her now. He smiled. She is truly beautiful, he thought abstractly. He chuckled to himself; he had always been attracted to women who seemed unaware of their inherent beauty and strength. Women whose life or circumstances made them ignore or forget the passionate woman within. Drawn to women who never knew it was there to begin with, even when they were younger. 

As his own years had gone by, he grew to realize that he possessed a true gift for tapping into that dormant or hidden passion, helping women to see it and feel it for themselves. Very few women had actually completed the journey. Some had threatened legal action, but nothing ever came of it. He knew why. Those were the ones who needed this journey the most but ultimately were too fearful, self-conscious or inhibited to embrace the experience. 

He sighed. How long had it been since the last one who saw it through to the end? Five years? More? He had begun to doubt the wisdom of continuing this calling of his, but then Alexis had graced the bar with her presence. She was blessed with womanly curves, soft and sensual. He glanced again at her body so transparently silhouetted by her gown. Her sighs and movements alerted him to the fact that she would awaken soon. 

He couldn't help feeling a pang of something akin to anxiousness; it was always this way for him when a woman had persevered and had reached this stage. But it had been so long, he found himself holding his breath with clenched fists as he considered what she might decide to do. He wished he could force her to make the decision he wanted, but he knew it had to be her own free will that carried her to the next step. God, he wanted to make love to her, to devour her and hold her close. But, that would only happen if she made the choice. 

His train of thought was interrupted by her yawn. He looked down at her with a smile and steeled himself for this pivotal moment. 

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He let me sleep for such a long time. I woke naturally, slowly, and felt myself snuggled underneath plush bedding. My body was still slightly sore for obvious reasons, but with each ache I was reminded of my journey thus far. I felt an odd sense of pride at being able to rise to the challenges that Steve had laid before me. I blinked and yawned, letting my eyes adjust to the light. I smiled sleepily as I realized he was sitting on the bed beside me, watching me sleep. 

The expression on his face was so open, so tender, so devoid of the curtain of control that was always there. It was endearing and I felt compelled to reach out to him. I placed my hand on his cheek and he leaned into it. He turned to kiss my palm as he gently placed his hand over mine to hold my hand to his face. Our eyes locked for a long moment during which time seemed to freeze. I felt it in every fiber of my being; this was a crossroads. Something was about to happen that would change everything. And, oddly enough, for the first time since I walked into the bar, I was not afraid in the least. 

The veneer of control softly descended on his face, hardening his features slightly, but only enhancing his rugged sensuality. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand, lowering it to the bed and releasing it.

"How are you this morning, my pet?" He asked softly.

"I am very well, sir." I smiled and blushed. I knew he was pleased with me and I believed that I had completed the tasks that he had required for me to earn his attentions. My heart was racing in anticipation of his touch, in anticipation of his body connecting with mine. I blushed more deeply as I looked into his eyes, knowing that he could see right through me to my very soul. 

I looked away, embarrassed at my naked craving for this man. He touched his rough finger to my chin and lifted my face gently. 

"I need you to look at me, Alexis, and listen to me." He smiled, "I am very pleased with you, my dear. You have earned my full attention as you well know." 

He paused and brushed a long loose curl back from my face. 

"But Alexis, this next step requires something more from you." 

My eyes widened, imagining what task he might now be asking me to complete. I wasn't sure I could endure the agony of more waiting or more teasing torture. Tears glazed my eyes and I felt my body begin to deflate a bit. 

"Shhhhh. Alexis, no pet, it is not what you are thinking." He reached up to dab a tear from my cheek. He held me close and whispered in my ear, "You have already done what was expected of you." 

I held him tightly and breathed a sigh of relief. 

"My sweet little slut, what I ask will require no physical effort, but it will require you to think." 

He paused and then spoke softly, "I must ask you: do you still desire me? Do you desire to have me take you with my body, my hands, and my cock?" 

I gripped his shoulders and pulled his body into mine and breathed a soft "Yes." 

He made no noise but I felt his body release a silent sigh. Was it relief? 

He continued, "Excellent, my pet. In that case you have only to make a decision between two choices: you can choose to stay here and allow me the privilege of making love to you." 

I pulled back to look in his eyes and began to answer, but he placed a finger on my lips so that he could finish his thought, "or you can choose to leave this place, never to return, never to see me again." 

I exhaled slowly, taking in his words. Again I started to answer and, once again, he silenced me. "There is one more thing, Alexis. If you decide to stay then your adventure will continue to other areas of the bar hidden from you until now. Only a very few others have chosen this path." 

He paused and then spoke again, "You should know that you will never be able to truly return to your old life." 

A brief but electric jolt of fear shot through me. He chuckled at my shocked expression, "I will most likely release you someday, don't worry. But even if that day comes, your life will never be the same. The journey from this point on will alter you in ways you cannot even imagine. It will alter your being forever."

He smiled compassionately at my stunned expression, leaning in to kiss me lightly on the lips. 

"Think about it, Alexis. I must step out momentarily and I expect your decision when I return." 

I watched him walk to the door and walk through it without a look back at me. 

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The Saddle Tramp shut the door behind him. It took every ounce of willpower not to look back at her to gauge what she was thinking. Alexis was intelligent, confident, and successful; he knew she was always thinking and planning. The challenge with her was to get her out of her head and into her body, into her sensual self. 

He went downstairs and Brad handed him a mug without a word, but with a sympathetic nod. He downed the cold beer and sat very still. His anger rose momentarily at the thought of her deciding to leave. He gripped the empty mug tightly and thought about throwing it against the wall. Maybe this time he would continue the journey with her even if it was against her will. Maybe this time it was worth the risk. 

Brad was staring at him from the other end of the bar and he realized that he was panting. Slowly he regained control and released the mug. He shook his head and took a deep breath. No. No, he couldn't do that. It doesn't work that way. But if she stays... 

He felt a lump in his throat and a knot in his belly. He longed to hurry back upstairs, but held himself back. He didn't want to rush her decision or interrupt her before her thought process was complete. He knew with Alexis in particular, she would require a lot of thought before making a decision like this. But if she stays... 

After an agonizing hour, he slowly walked up the stairs. He purposely made his steps heavy so she would know he was on the way. He opened the door and looked at her, eyebrows slightly raised with the silent question. She opened her mouth to speak and he felt his heart race.

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He opened the door and his expression was impossible to read. There was a smile on his face, but there was something else bubbling to the surface. Was it anger? Could it possibly be lust? Worry? Surely it was not fear? 

No matter, I had made up my mind. 

When I spoke, the clouds in his expression parted and he beamed at me, "Yes, Steve. I want to stay. I need to finish this journey with you, no matter where it leads." 

His radiant smile transformed the features of his face and I was captivated. I looked into his eyes as he stood very still and just stared at me. I think we were both trying to commit this moment to our memory, knowing we would each recall it later. He finally moved without a sound and deftly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor behind him. I stared openly at his bare chest. He was muscled, tan, and lean. The twin ropes of muscle wove down his firm abdomen and into his jeans, beckoning one to follow them to their inexorable destination. 

I kept staring at his chest and face as he took off his boots, letting each one drop to the floor with a loud thud. He unbuttoned each of the buttons on his jeans and let them drop. He stepped out of them and took one step toward me. He was completely naked, facing me, and every inch of him was hard as rock. EVERY. INCH. I was frozen in place, watching him approach. His smile had changed subtly into something else; it was still a smile but full of desire, hunger and perhaps even darkness.

He took another step toward me and stopped. My body was positively vibrating as I mentally tried to will him to rush. But the Saddle Tramp would not be rushed. In an effort to entice him, I reached for the hem of my sheer nightgown to remove it for him, my eyes still locked on his. He frowned and I stopped. 

He smiled and whispered, "No Alexis. Have some patience." And he took another step, now standing less than a yard from the bed. He took a deep breath and then one final stride to arrive at my bedside. 

I could feel every nerve in my body, every tiny little hair standing on end. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked up into his blazing green eyes. I longed to reach for him but I resisted. My body was screaming silently in violent protest. He chuckled softly, amused by my inner struggle and noticeably pleased with my self-restraint. He reached to touch my face, sliding a large calloused finger along my jaw line. 

Now that he was close, I could tell he was breathing almost as heavily as I was. Strong desire was filling his eyes. I felt an almost imperceptible tremor run through me from his light touch. His powerful restraint and self-control were being tested to their limit. My heart swelled at the thought of him possibly wanting this so much too. 

He took a slow deep breath and then slid his thumb from my jaw to my lips. His thumb pressed my bottom lip, gently urging my mouth to open. Without a thought or a moment's hesitation, I parted my lips for him. 

He growled soft and low, "Good girl." 

He pressed his thumb inside and teased the tip of my tongue, as though it were a foreshadowing of his finger on other sensitive spots. He moaned softly and stroked my hair as I sucked his thumb. My trembling hands gripped his forearm. He pulled his thumb out of my mouth slowly, trailing a silvery strand of saliva connecting his thumb to my lip for a second. He moved his thumb to his mouth and touched his tongue to the wetness there, tasting my saliva. It was such a simple action, yet so intimate that it rocked me to my very core. 

He knelt in front of me and gently grasped the hem of my nightgown. I let my feet touch the floor, preparing to stand so that he could easily remove it. As I started to stand, he gently but firmly pushed me back down onto the bed. 

He growled with a hint of Texas drawl, "Did I tell you to move, pet?" 

I shook my head, anxious lest I displease him and cause him to stop. The thought provoked a queasy panic and my eyes glazed instantly with tears. I silently cursed my inability to veil my emotions from this man. 

His expression softened and he whispered compassionately, "Shhhh, my lovely pet. Just relax. Don't try to anticipate my actions, don't try to help or rush this. Our moment now is one to savor. Let this wash over you, through you. Give me the privilege of taking you to that pinnacle of ecstasy about which you have not even dared to dream." 

I breathed a sigh of deep relief and closed my eyes. I felt his arms under my shoulders and my legs and he lifted me easily from the bed. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and laid my head on his chest as he carried me across the room. The late afternoon light was filtering in through the shades causing the room to take on a golden red hue. 

He stopped at the only item in the room still covered with a drape. I fought the panic that threatened, trusting his promise that there were not arduous tasks required to earn this moment. With one firm pull, he removed the drape and revealed an ornate antique four poster bed. The mattress so elevated from the floor that it required a footstool to climb up to it. The bedding was plush and soft and beautiful in masculine earth tones. This was obviously his bed. My heart soared!

He laid me on the high mattress and sat beside me. My body sank luxuriously into the soft bedding and I closed my eyes and sighed. In that precise moment, he once again grasped the hem of my thin cotton nightgown and began ripping it straight up the front. He gave one firm tug when he reached the neckline, opening the gown like a book and revealing my naked body. His entire body radiated heat, especially his hands. They were so very warm, so strong, and so steady. 

He placed the flat of both hands over my breasts but didn't actually touch my flesh. I gripped the sheets tightly and bit my lip. He moved his hands down my body, lingering for a moment at my abdomen and my pubic mound. He chuckled softly as my body tensed. He watched me with glee, knowing how desperately I wanted his touch and knowing that the heat from his large palms was sweet torture. 

He took his hands away and lay beside me on the bed. He smiled at me and opened his arms. "Come to me, Alexis." He whispered. 

I slid easily into his arms and he folded me in. His hands gently caressed my arms and back; his hardness pressed hotly into my abdomen while I explored his chest with my fingers and fingernails in delicate little touches. I peppered his chin, neck and jaw with kisses that were soft as butterfly breath. I could feel the heat rise in his body, his muscles tensed slightly at my touch. 

A steady growl, almost a purr, seemed to bubble up from his chest. It was an incredibly erotic and slightly dangerous sound. I closed my eyes and felt in that moment as though I was being washed away on an ocean wave. 

In that moment, his firm reserve cracked for a moment and the wave became a torrent. He pressed his body into mine and gripped my face with both of his large powerful hands. He pressed his lips on mine with such a force! I felt his tongue thrusting into my mouth, touching my tongue and my teeth. He was growling and I thought I heard him mutter "Mine. MINE!" 

He probed deeply into the kiss, the weight of his body shifting on top of me now. I could feel his hard cock throbbing and twitching against my thigh. I moaned and felt a shudder run through me. His cock was mere inches from my pussy. It was too much and I lifted my hips feeling crazed with need for this man. 

He growled hotly into my mouth and roughly broke the kiss. With one hand he held my slender throat tightly, with the other hand he pushed my hips back down to the bed and then the torrent was over for a time. My uninvited action had awakened him from this trance and he quickly regained control over himself and over me. 

He stared into my eyes and squeezed my throat just a little more tightly. I could see the flush in his face and feel his hot rapid breath. He struggled to keep his voice calm, "My pet. You are having difficulty with patience, aren't you?" 

I nodded, unable to speak. 

"I will make some allowances for the fact that you are eager. But I warn you, if you take advantage of my generosity, our pleasure will have to be interrupted for another lesson." 

He let the words hang in the air and I nodded slowly, grasping his full meaning. 

"Good girl" He whispered, stroking my hair, "I will tell you when it is time to let go, to do what the passion inside you compels you to do. Until then, you will control your urges." 

He looked and me sharply, "Or should we simply stop this for now. Perhaps you are not ready."

I felt my heart would burst out of my chest, "No, Steve, please! I won't make the same mistake again. Please. Please. PLEASE!" 

He grinned, "Don't worry my sweet slut, nothing will stop us now. Your need for me pleases me enormously. Shall we continue?" 

I closed my eyes and moaned, "Yessssss". 

I felt his hands on my thighs and then his hot breath on my clit. He breathed out, slow and hot. Then he inhaled, drawing all the heat away from my clit. He repeated this over and over again until I honestly felt as though I could levitate off the bed were it not for his hands on my thighs. When his tongue finally touched the skin above my clit, my body jerked uncontrollably. 

He placed his lips on my clit and began to hum. It was like a low constant moan. The sound vibrated my clit deliciously and I could feel the heat and wetness from his mouth. 

Gasping and struggling to remain still for him, I whimpered and begged for more, "Please, please, oh god yes!" 

He lapped the flat of his tongue over my pussy lips and clit and then chuckled, "Yes, sweetheart, that's it. Give in to it. Let your mind rest and give yourself to me." 

He lapped at my pussy and clit once again. He drank me in again and again and again. He grinned, "Tell me what you want, Alexis." I felt his rough tongue on my clit again. "It's alright Alexis, tell me everything. Hold nothing back"

"Oh, Steve, I need to be your whore. I need to be your slut. My cunt needs your cock! Oh Steve, please fuck me, please, PLEASE!!" 

He smiled and lapped at my pussy again. "But Alexis, you already are my whore. Look at you laying here, your legs spread willingly for me. Do you realize that you only met me three days ago? And you are lying here now with your cunt on my tongue, begging for my cock." 

He laughed, "What a little cumslut you are." He slid one thick fingertip into me, slipping between the slick pussy lips. "Is this what you want, Alexis?" He pushed the finger in deeper and deeper then pulled out, added a second finger and pressed in. Pulled out and added a third finger and started slowly fucking me with his fingers. "You want to be fucked, Alexis, you little whore?" 

I groaned and held tightly to the headboard, "YESSSSS!" 

He lapped again at my clit and spoke while his lips were still surrounding my pussy, "Excellent."



Upstairs Encounter Ch. 11



He pulled his fingers out of my dripping pussy and stroked my abdomen and thighs, allowing my body to calm for a moment. 

"Close your eyes, sweetheart." 

I obeyed him immediately and felt an electric thrill run through me at the tender term of endearment. I heard a rattling and then hissed a loud inhale as he touched a piece of ice to my nipple. He chuckled again and placed the piece of ice in his mouth, I could hear him sucking on it as he leaned toward my body, closing his lips over the nipple. It was indescribable, the sharp contrast of his warm lips with the shocking cold of the ice. He sucked the liquid as it melted on my skin, my nipple achingly tight and hard in his mouth. 

I could feel his teeth graze across my nipple and I willed myself to remain still for him. He slowly moved his mouth down my body, adding ice to his mouth as the first piece melted. Tiny rivulets of glacial water trickled down my body, following his movement down, down, down. I bit my lip, actually breaking the skin when he reached my clit. He sucked and swirled the ice with my clit, squeezing down with his lips, drinking the melted ice as it mingled with my own sex juices. The ice finally melted and he sat up. I was trembling, struggling to control my breathing. 

I heard the rattling again and braced myself for more ice, flinched slightly at the cold touch and realized it wasn't ice. It was metal. As the realization struck me, the icy frozen nipple clamp bit into my sensitive nipple. I cried out once and then again more loudly as the second clamp bit into my other nipple. He brushed his fingernail over the tip of my clamped nipples and watched my body shudder. He leaned down and kissed me deeply while he rubbed little circles on my clit. 

I struggled unsuccessfully to keep from whimpering into the kiss. He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, "You were getting entirely too excited too quickly my pet. These will provide some balance and help remind you to be patient." 

He bit my earlobe playfully and chuckled, "Besides, I think they may help arouse you even more." 

I whimpered as he pulled lightly on the chain which attached the two clamps. He puckered his lips and his voice took on that playful, patronizing tone, "What's the matter, baby? What is it? My little pain slut loves it, doesn't she?" 

I moaned, "Mmmm Hmmmmm." 

He continued the steady slow circles on my clit with his finger as he whispered,"What do you want, baby?" 

I groaned, "You!!! Oh god, I need your cock inside me. Please!!" 

He shook his head, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Everything will transpire in good time my sweet. We are only getting started and we have all night ahead of us. Besides, you don't sound like you're ready." 

He pressed harder on my clit and then began pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. He gave the chain gentle persistent tugs all the while. 

I cried out to him in a voice that was half-moan half-sob, "Please! Ohhhhhhh! Fuuuuuu... Need. NEED! Please!!!!" 

He wore a devilish grin and stroked my aching pussy, "Good girl. This is the way I want you: needy, hungry, and begging. You're getting there." 

He removed the nipple clamps one at a time and enfolded me once again into his arms. He held me tightly as my body shuddered and shook. In the very moment that the shuddering in my body calmed, he placed his lips on mine and began kissing me deeply. The kiss was soft at first and then grew in intensity and urgency. I could feel the heat from his body, his hands, and his face. I could tell his reserve was being tested again. 

His hands roamed my body, lingering on my breasts, my pussy, and my ass. He touched me with constant caresses. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and swiftly lost myself in his kiss. Our tongues dancing together, our bodies pressed together. I grazed his skin with my fingernails and linked one leg around his body, pulling him closer. 

He whispered in a gruff voice, "Yes, Alexis. It is time. Let yourself go. Give yourself. Give it all to me. You're mine now. You are completely mine." 

He resumed the kiss, pressing his tongue inside my mouth once again. I suckled his tongue like I would his cock and I felt him shudder and heard him moan. I could feel his cock twitching against my smooth skin and my pussy was throbbing, drenched in my juices. He broke the kiss and pulled me close, almost squeezing the breath from me. 

I gasped, "Yes, I'm yours. I am your pet, your whore, and your slut. Take me. Claim me as yours. Now. Please. PLEASE!!!" I sobbed as I finished speaking. 

He exhaled hotly and bit down on my shoulder with a growl. In a flash, he was positioned above me, his cock touching my thigh. His cock was so close to my pussy lips. It took every ounce of will I had to resist pressing up to meet him. He moved into position and I felt a jolt of electric sensation course through me when his swollen hot cock head touched my clit. I couldn't control the sounds emanating from my mouth now. They were primal and hungry moans, whimpers, and gasps. He leaned down to kiss me and, as he pressed his tongue into my mouth, his cock entered my pussy.

I cried out and felt as though I might climax instantly. He paused, letting his cock head throb just inside my pussy and he growled hotly into my ear, "Remember the rule, my sweet Alexis." He kissed me deeply and then pulled back to look into my eyes. "You DO remember the rule, don't you?" 

I gasped, "Yes sir! I will not cum unless you ... ohhhhhhh ... unless you give me permission."

The noise he made was guttural, like a mix of a chuckle and a growl, "Good girl, such a good girl." 

The surface of his skin was aflame with heat and he trembled slightly for just a moment before he pressed in just an inch deeper. He groaned as he began short strokes, teasing the opening of my cunt with just the first few precious inches of his massive cock. I know that he only did this for a few minutes but it seemed like an eternity. Then he pressed in a little more deeply with each subsequent stroke. 

His cock drove inside me deeper, and deeper, and deeper, and deeper! His grunts and growls spurred me on. My pussy was tingling, stretched and filled by him. I was filled BY HIM!!! I could feel my orgasm approaching; I'd waited so long for this, all my life it seemed. I knew I couldn't hold it back much longer.

I screamed, "Oh god, oh god, PLEEEEASE!!!" 

He growled, "Please what, Alexis?" 

It was almost impossible to answer him. My body was on fire and trembling out of control. My mind was a deep void with no ability to focus on anyone but him or to focus on anything but reaching the release that I yearned for whenever I heard his voice or felt his touch.

"Please, please, PLEASE let me cum." 

He pushed his entire length inside me and held there. I bit my lip again, hoping the pain would keep me from breaking his rule. I was so close. I was so fucking close!!! In that instant, I felt like I was dying tiny deaths. I had no sense of self, no sense of time or place. There was just him. Him. There was only his cock inside me, his mouth on me, his voice and breath in my ear and forever in my head. 

I moaned, "PLEASE cum with me, Steve. PLEASE!!!" 

He pulled out almost all the way and then slowly sank his entire length back inside me, whispering softly, almost breathlessly in my ear, "Excellent my pet, you are learning. But for now, do not concern yourself with me. There is plenty of time for you to serve and pleasure me." 

His hips moved smoothly, ceaselessly as he spoke, his cock pressing against my cervix then backing off then pressing in again. My head was swimming, my heart racing, I felt as though I were being lifted by an invisible force. He whispered to me again, the sensation of his voice and breath in my ear almost too much, "Is this what you wanted, my beauty?" 

"YES!!" I closed my eyes and saw only white light. I bit my lip again to keep from climaxing and inviting his wrath or his displeasure. The thought of displeasing him now was like a knife in my heart. I could taste the sharp coppery sting of the blood on my lip. It was incidental, collateral damage in the wake of my terminal lust and carnal craving for him!

"And are you ready to give yourself to me completely?" He moaned as he continued fucking me steadily, "Alexis are you ready to commit yourself to me without reservation?" His eyes were blazing, locked on mine. I struggled to speak, hardly able to utter more than pants and groans. The room faded around us and I was floating in space with him, his cock pistoning away inside my hungry cunt. I needed him, needed this, needed it like food and water, like the very air I needed to live. I wanted to be his, to be possessed by him, controlled by him, devoured and held inside him. 

"YES! Oh, god! Yes!" I was aching with the need to release. I was aching to give him all that I am. I yearned to give him everything.

"Cum for me now, my pet. Prove to me your commitment to me, your commitment to our journey together. Give me your cum my sweet whore." He pulled his cock almost out of my pussy. He growled, "CUM!" as he slammed back in, rhythmically fucking me, his body sweating, his moans and growls in my ear.

It began deep and crackled through me like electricity or lightning. I moaned and screamed, gripping and clawing at his body, wrapping my legs around him. He purred "Let it go, Alexis...let it go. Give it to me." 

And just as the first orgasm was waning and my breathing slowed slightly he continued steadily thrusting his cock so deep inside my cunt. He leaned to my ear, nibbled the lobe and whispered, "Again, pet. CUM!"

The muscles in my cunt clenched tightly, spasms leading me into another explosive orgasm. My pussy walls were squeezing and milking his cock. My arms and legs were wrapped around his body. My head contained a separate explosion. All the worry and all the thought and all the anxiety evaporated in that instant. The only thought was of pleasing him and of savoring this long-awaited moment. It was dizzying, frightening, disorienting and absolutely defied articulate description. Transcending all earthly ties and linking me to this man in much more than a physical sense. 

He growled, "AGAIN!" 

I couldn't believe it! Another orgasm began in the midst of the last one. I was floating, dizzy, panting, breathless, out of control, with limbs flailing and body sweating. It was indescribable bliss.

"AGAIN!" 

Like being in the ocean during a storm, wave upon wave upon wave crashing on me, knocking me down, washing over me over and over and over again. Lost and then found again, over and over and over. My last conscious thought in the midst of this ecstasy was that I would never be the same after this. 

I lost count of the orgasms. I'll never in my lifetime forget that sensation. He finally allowed my body to calm. He whispered, "Settle now. That's my good girl." 

He held me tightly as I shuddered and shook. He whispered softly, "Rest for a bit my little slut. There is so much more to come." He chuckled and held me close. 

I struggled to imagine how there could be any more in this night than had already happened. But the sun was just going down and I knew that he didn't make empty promises. I nestled into his arms and felt his still hard cock throbbing inside me as I watched the shadows of twilight dance on the walls and listened to the wind outside and his low deep steady breathing. 

I closed my eyes and placed my hands over his, feeling the tingling continue to pulse through my body. The lingering vibrations spurred the memory of the explosive climax that he had just lifted me to and promised so much more to come soon.



Upstairs Encounter Ch. 12



He held her tightly, his cock still inside her pulsing cunt, still hard and throbbing for her. He closed his eyes and exhaled a deep gravelly breath. As she lay there in his arms, he could feel the vibrations in her body and the little sighs and gasps that escaped her lips as her body calmed and settled. The corners of his mouth turned upward and he indulged in a deeply satisfied grin. He chuckled softly and then silenced himself when he heard her moan and he realized the sound roused her. 

"Shhhhhhh." He gently whispered and then felt her sigh deeply and nestle snugly into his arms. All this time, he thought, all the searching for the one who is worthy of the training. So many times before he had gotten his hopes up, thinking he had finally found her, only to be disappointed...bitterly so in some instances. Once or twice, they had even made it to the bar downstairs, only to be spooked away by something. Several times he had been in a murderous rage toward Stu. He could think of at least three very promising candidates who ran out in hysterics after being mishandled by him. He stifled another laugh, thinking about how Alexis had forced Stu into premature ejaculation. He stroked her hair gently and thought: That's my girl. She's so fragile and yet so strong and resilient. 

She amazed him with her willingness to offer herself to him and to open herself to his instruction. She was a treasure and he held her closely, gently, almost reverently. He resisted the urge to crush her savagely beneath his muscled body and ravish her yet again. No, he commanded himself. His iron will of self control was impenetrable. He smiled again as he thought: Well, almost. There were moments with her when even he lost himself momentarily. 

He had resisted getting his hopes up this time, in fact, he couldn't remember the last time he allowed himself to hope that one would go the distance. He had begun to wonder if his lack of optimism had destined the whole damn thing to failure. And just when he was considering chucking the whole thing and moving on, she walked in. 

He shuddered as he realized how close he came to just letting her get her refund and walk back out the door. But there had just been something about the way she had looked at him; it moved him. Her eyes were equal measures of innocent angel and lustful diva. As he revisited the memory of that first moment, he felt his cock twitch inside her warm sheath and he slid his hands purposefully to her breasts. 

She was sleeping now; her breathing was steady and peaceful. Her chest was rising and falling gracefully. He reached for the cool cotton sheet and covered their naked bodies and then slowly and with tremendous care, he began to caress and gently massage her naked body. It was a sensual act, not overtly sexual, though his cock argued fiercely as it throbbed inside her body, returning to full rigidity. 

She sighed and moaned in her sleep as his strong hands expertly massaged her aching shoulders and neck, moving down her body, pausing only momentarily on her breasts, continuing to massage her hips and thighs. He reveled in her soft roundness, like a succulent peach bursting to be savored and devoured. He felt a tug in his heart to match the ache in his groin. His military discipline was useful as he resisted the urge to move his fingers to her soft folds and delicious wetness. He smiled wickedly as he thought to himself, if I am to teach her patience, perhaps I should remind myself of that virtue as well. His fingers and cock twitched in unison and he closed his eyes, memorizing her shape, her softness, the sound of her breathing, and the little dreamy sighs of her somnolent state.

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Dreams. Floating. Warmth. Security. Safety. 

I dreamt of shapeless, abstract images. It was a slumber so sound that the dreams feel real and waking feels artificial. And so when I did begin to drift back into wakefulness, I was not certain whether his hands on my body were real or a figment of my dreams. Only when he happened to touch a particularly bruised spot on my body, causing me to flinch, did I remember where I was and what had just taken place. 

He had made love to me. He had made love to me so warmly, tenderly and erotically. He had given me all of himself; he had given me everything I had begged for and more. I sleepily moved my hands toward his; my limbs felt unbearably heavy, still weighed down by sleep. 

He felt me stir and leaned in to kiss my ear. His hands met mine and our fingers entwined together. Through the open window, I could see stars twinkling in the dark sky and could hear the cicadas and the nightingales joining the familiar symphony of this part of the world, so familiar from my childhood. His teeth grazed my earlobe and I shivered. My entire body suddenly jolted from peaceful slumber to electric arousal. He could feel the change in my posture, my muscles, my breathing and I heard him chuckle soft and low. 

"Someone is awake now, hmmmm?"

I stifled a yawn and arched my back, stretching like a cat after a long snooze in the sun. The flat of his hand followed the long line of my body from fingertip to shoulder to back to derriere to thigh and back up again. He playfully and easily grasped both of my wrists with one large hand and placed the other hand on my chin, turning my face toward his. He kissed me softly and carefully. 

I held back, remembering his caution from earlier, only meeting his kiss with equal gentleness, even though every fiber of my being wished to kiss him hungrily, desperately, passionately. Of course he knew this. He chuckled as he continued to kiss me with a softness that would have seemed filled with temerity had we not shared the events of the previous days. 

He broke the kiss and breathed hotly in my ear, "Good girl. Your self control is growing; you are learning so well. Very pleasing." 

I beamed and basked in his praise. 

He whispered, "You want more, don't you my sweet slut?"

"Yesss." I whispered.

"Tell me what you want." He calmly instructed. 

"You." I said with stronger voice. "I want you, again. Please?" 

I looked up at him and longed to move my lips to his, but I held still. He watched my inner struggle with a sly smile on his face. 

"Alexis? Look at me." 

I gazed into his eyes and marveled at their depth and kindness. The lines on his face only added to his allure and his appeal. "You want to act, don't you?" 

I nodded. 

"But you are holding back?" 

I nodded again, more vigorously. 

"And you are doing this because you think it is what I wish?" 

I exhaled slowly, "Yessss." 

He smiled broadly and stroked my hair, releasing my wrists and pulling me close, whispering in my ear. "Listen carefully, Alexis. I instructed you to do that before so that you could concentrate on the feelings inside your body and your mind without the distraction of your own acts." 

He kissed my cheek and continued, "You exceeded my expectations and have truly pleased me. But you have to understand one thing. Ultimately, I do not want you to deny your natural impulses. What I want is quite the opposite in fact." 

He sat up and pulled me into a sitting position facing him. He held both my hands and looked into my eyes. "I never want you to deny your natural impulses ever again. Do you understand?" I nodded slowly. 

He continued, "I will often limit your ability to act and I will frequently instruct you to wait my command or permission before you act; however, I always want your honesty about what you desire and what you are willing to do." 

He smiled warmly and gently touched my cheek, "This is your wake-up call. Embrace the liberated sexual being that you now are, Alexis. And now, tell me what you want."

I felt my heart soar and I could not help the near giddy smile that emerged on my face.

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He said to her, "...tell me what you want." Her smile was radiant. He lost himself in her smile; it was sweet and innocent, naughty and wanton. She looked at him and mustered the courage to reach for him and touch his face. Her voice was low and steady, without a hint of the trepidation that was there in the beginning. Her desire was strong and her intentions were easily read in her eyes. It made his mind and heart and body respond palpably. 

She held his face in her soft hand and whispered, "Right now, I would love to kiss you."

He gave her a nod of permission and she moved lithely toward him on her knees. She rested her body next to his outstretched legs and leaned into him. Her hands were holding his face as though he were the fragile one. He struggled to control his breath as he realized that perhaps he was just that in this precise moment. She did not close her eyes, but moved toward him with calm purpose. 

First she brushed her lips across his as he had done to hers earlier. He smiled as he felt the same urge he knew she had felt then as well. He resisted all his carnal urges and allowed her to follow through with initiating the kiss. 

She slid her hands up into his curly hair and grazed his scalp with her fingernails. She sighed hotly and pressed her lips more firmly onto his, gently teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue. He allowed her to part his lips and he felt her soft warm tongue probing his mouth. He touched his tongue to hers, tasting her, feeling the need rise inside him. She made a noise that was not quite a moan, not quite a growl. It reminded him of a cat's throaty purr. It was incredibly arousing and he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her closer

She held his head as she began to kiss him more and more hungrily. He responded with equal passion and ferocity. He could sense her arousal and smell evidence of her renewed wetness. It made him stiff with desire for her. He broke the kiss and stroked her hair as she gasped at the sudden absence of his lips. 

"Shhhhhh. Good girl. That's it, sweetheart; give in to your desires." 

She looked up into his eyes, her cheeks flushed beautifully and her full breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths. "May I...?" She did not finish the question. 

"What, my pet?" He smiled at her, knowing she was embracing her role now. 

"May I cum for you? I would like to please you by showing you how much I want to be your pet. How much I want to perform for you." She took a deep breath, as though releasing the last of her nervous energy and trepidation.

He lay back on the plush pillows and grinned, "As you wish, my pet. Show me how much you want me. Show me that you are my pet, my toy, and my luscious whore." 

He watched as she laid back and began running her hands slowly up and down her body. He stared at this woman caressing her own throat, then her breasts, then her abdomen, and finally her pubic mound. Her hands roamed to her hip bones and massaged them, causing her to buck slightly and gasp. His manhood swelled and his hand absently moved to his shaft, stroking it gently while watching her writhe in self-made ecstasy. 

Her fingers moved to her mouth and she opened her eyes, staring into his with her crystal blue gaze while she sucked seductively on her fingers. He might have been Humbert to her Lolita. The act was simultaneously ridiculously innocent and incredibly seductive. He stroked himself harder as she moved her wet finger to his lips for him to suck. He obliged, sucking and licking her finger, feeling a pang of disappointment when she suddenly removed her finger and lowered it to her swollen clit. He watched her rub slow deliberate circles and his entire being ached for her with a yearning which approached actual physical pain.

She smiled, watching his eyes reveal his transparent lust for her. He watched in fascination as she slipped three fingers deep inside her slippery pussy. He growled, "Yes, my pet. Fuck yourself for me. Show me how much you want to be my slut." 

She moaned and plunged a fourth finger inside herself, twisting and fucking herself. He gasped with delighted surprise as she bent her body and placed her legs over her head, her knees resting beside her ears and her feet pressing against the heavy wooden headboard. In this position, she could easily twist her entire fist into her cunt, which she did. Groaning and crying out as she twisted her fist deeper and deeper, fucking her own pussy with wild and reckless abandon. He stroked his cock swiftly now, feeling himself close to the verge. Control, be damned! 

He leaned over closer to her face and growled, "Give me your cum, Alexis! Give yourself to me! NOW!" Instantly, her body tensed and her hips bucked. He was extraordinarily pleased to see that she actually spurted cum out of her cunt all over her forearm and thighs. She screamed and moaned and writhed, pulling her fist out and trembling uncontrollably.

He smelled her juices and craved their sweet salty taste. He grasped her wrist, startling her with his suddenness and began sucking each finger, cleaning it, tasting her sweet juices. He lapped at her palm and her wrist. She moaned and trembled, obviously aroused by his action. 

He whispered in another low growl, "Again, pet. Cum. Cum. CUM!" He grinned as he sucked three fingers at once while another orgasm rocked her body. "Who do you cum for?" He demanded.

"YOU!" She cried, "YOU! ALWAYS!"

He grinned, "Excellent."

He moved his body deftly atop hers and lowered his cock to her pussy lips, teasing them with his fat cock head. He watched her trying to lift her hips, obviously craving his cock again. "That's right, Alexis. Fuck my cock. Use your body like you were born to do." 

He held his body in a rigid plank position above hers, his cock head barely touching her pussy lips. "Show me. Show me how much you want me. Now!" 

He groaned as she gripped his shoulders and used his upper body for leverage, slipping her pussy onto his cock easily. "Yes, pet. More. Show me!" 

She purred again, more loudly and wrapped her long legs around his body, locking her ankles and pulling her hips up to meet his. His body stiff as a board, supported only by locked arms and toes. Her arms were wrapped around his upper body and her legs were locked around his hips. Her heels were digging into his ass cheeks. She pumped her hips up to meet his body, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her tight wet pussy. 

He could feel the temperature of her body rise and feel the perspiration erupting on her body. She lost all hints of trepidation and simply responded to his every command. She used her cunt to fuck his cock and he groaned, feeling his arms start to shake, the muscles in his legs tight and tense. 

She screamed, "Oh god, Steve! Yes! I want to fuck you! I'm your slut! I'm your whore! I'm your pet!!! I'm your fucktoy!!! I'm ... oh god! I'm yours!!!!"

He fought his own orgasm, savoring her wild release and her virtual abandon of all inhibition and pretense. He quivered as she screamed her way through orgasm, "Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk! Oh! Fuck Me!!" 

She released his shoulders as her body shook and she collapsed back to the bed. He grinned wickedly and happily obliged her request. Repeated orgasms jolted through her as he relentlessly and almost brutally rammed his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. He knew it wouldn't be long now. He would give her his cum and he would finally take the next step in this long strange journey.

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I was completely lost in orgasm, one after another. The tsunami waves hit me again just as before. Electric blue and white hot light filled my head and I surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. I was beyond elated to be swept up in his powerful storm. The expression on his face was indescribable: lustful, fierce, and powerful. He began to moan and cry out and I knew he was close to his own climax. 

I squeezed the muscles in my pussy, milking his cock and was rewarded with his guttural moans and his gasps of my name. I felt the urge to spur him on. I remembered his encouragement to trust my natural urges. I began to coax him to a climax. I spoke in a low tone, purring my words purposely and seductively.

"Yes, Steve. Yesss. Give me your cum. Fill me with your essence, let me be your whore, marked with your cum!!" 

He closed his eyes and groaned, fucking me almost violently. 

I growled playfully in his ear, "Please sir," I paused and nipped his ear with my teeth, "May I taste you? Please?? May this slut taste your cum???"

He pulled out of me and stared into my eyes; his expression was almost a glare. He seemed wild, carnal, and out of control. I pushed him gently back onto the bed and lowered my mouth to his cock, licking and sucking his shaft. I moaned loudly as I swallowed my own cum, cleaning him and pressing my throat deeper and deeper onto his cock. 

His hands wove into my hair and pushed my head down further and I moaned in ecstasy, gagging slightly, reveling in his power over me. His cock was deep inside my throat; I extended my tongue to lap at his balls while he pulsed savagely deeper and deeper inside my tight throat. His howls echoed in the night, silencing the cicadas and all the other night creatures. I gripped his hips as he came, hotly and thickly, feeding me his cum. 

I held my mouth on his cock, swallowing desperately, craving everything he offered. He pulled out and marked my breasts and lips with his sweet cum. I licked my lips and stroked his cock, milking every drop. I looked into his eyes, panting. We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. I discreetly cleaned my face with a handy cloth which I suspected he had provided for just such a purpose.

Our breathing finally returned to normal and we lay together, touching and kissing tenderly, somewhat sleepily. He turned to me with an enigmatic smile.

I laughed softly and touched his face, "What is it, Steve?"

Without speaking a word, he sat up and reached under his pillow. He slowly revealed a long velvety ribbon. It was deep green in color and, as he gently knotted it around my throat, it occurred to me that it was even deeper in meaning. Tears sprang into my eyes; he wiped them away with strong but gentle fingers. His soft smile matched mine as he pulled my body close and kissed me deeply. 

When he finally broke the kiss and spoke, his voice was low and thick with emotion, "You belong to me now, Alexis." I nodded weakly and smiled through a haze of happy tears. He folded me into his arms again. 

"Get some rest, my sweet slut. The journey continues in the morning." He pulled the sheet up to cover our bodies and held me tightly. 

I murmured, "Steve? Where does the journey go from here?"

He smoothed my hair back and whispered,"No more questions tonight. You have pleased me beyond my capacity to hope for. There is still much to be done for your training and beyond. But just for now, I command your silence...and your sleep, my pet. Tomorrow will come soon enough, even for my impatient little slut."

I laughed and yawned lazily, settling into his strong arms, content in the fact that our journey would continue. In some ways, it did not matter how or to what end, only that it would progress and that he wanted me there for the adventure.

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The Saddle Tramp watched her fall sleep again before closing his eyes to let slumber take him as well. He held her close and released a sigh filled with joy, relief, and the weight of all the thwarted expectations of many years of searching. My Alexis, he thought tenderly as he slipped into sleep, confident that their bodies would remain entwined long past dawn. Just as sleep reached for him, he felt a thrill of anticipation for what was to come. 

He chuckled as he remembered his chiding words to her: "Tomorrow will come soon enough." He smiled as he thought how true that was; and then the thought drifted through him and out of him as sleep and dreams claimed him as well. 




Upstairs Encounter Ch. 12



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Author's Note: 

This is the end of the Encounter. The continuation of the journey is left to the reader's imagination. The tramp no longer dwells in my heart, but don't cry for me. I am on to a new and thrilling adventure based in reality, not fantasy. 

And so, I've come to a decision. This author name is far too sad and no longer reflects my spirit and joy. And so my future writing exploits will be posted under another nom de plume. If you are interested in seeing my new works, send me a quick "feedback" e-mail.

I do hope you've enjoyed this story. I wish you blessings and joy in all you seek.

~Alexis