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Wet Dream

By: Starr Sawyer



Leigh lay on the fire engine red satin sheets, trembling in anticipation and a touch of fear. Of course, she couldn't tell the sheets were a screaming shade of red, because of the deep blue silk blindfold that hid her large almond shaped green eyes from the already darkened bedroom. 
Leigh first met Kyle online, when she ran a search on her hometown and age group. While she was nineteen and Kyle was twenty-one, it didn't matter to Leigh because he was great at cyber sex. Although it's common knowledge that meeting people from the Internet is highly dangerous and completely inadvisable, Kyle convinced her to meet him in the woods. That had been last night, if Leigh was calculating correctly. She hadn't even seen him before the blindfold was slipped over her eyes, the matching gag tied between her jaws and knotted behind her head. 

She lay now stretched out on the large bed in complete and utter silence. Her slim tanned arms were tied firmly together and above her head, though not stretched uncomfortably. Despite the hostile welcome she had received, Kyle had expressed interest in this sort of sex during one of their online conversations and Leigh had a gut instinct that Kyle had no intention of hurting her...well, on a long term basis at least. Leigh could tell she was alone in the bed, and that her thick white-blonde hair in it's shiny curls was loose around her face and that she surprisingly wasn't naked. Leigh could feel a garter belt, lace-topped stockings, lacy thong panties, and a demi-cup bra. The bottom half of the bra was smooth cool satin, white the top half was delicate lace. She sensed his presence in the room the minute Kyle entered, however quiet he managed to keep. Leigh lay very still, as she suddenly realized that perhaps she had been wrong about Kyle's intentions. He chuckled lowly from across the room and took a few steps towards the bed where Leigh lay in her wanton position. The gag was no longer in her mouth, so she asked him what he planned to do to her.

"You just relax honey and learn. School is in session."

Leigh felt the cool, impersonal touch of leather on her ankles as experienced hands slid their way up her stockinged legs, until her panties were eased slowly down her ankles and tossed aside to whereabouts unknown. Leigh had been paying it cool, but Kyle found her partially shaved pussy wet and welcoming to his breath as her inched his mouth to her opening and blew...Leigh bit down on her lower lip and moaned quietly. 

"Ever been fisted darlin'?" he had a sexy southern twang, that spoke straight sex. She shook her head timidly, not sure if she wanted to be. Leigh didn't have any choice though. Kyle flipped her onto her stomach carefully folded a fluffy pillow in half under her stomach, leaving both her pussy and asshole open to any curious probing. Leigh arched her back sensually as one gloved finger slid deep inside her, right up to his knuckle. He bent his finger, stretching the walls of her dripping cunt. He withdrew hid finger and sucked it, enjoying her musky flavor and that of new leather. Without a hint of gentility or even a warning, he slammed two fingers up her pussy, quickly pushing them in and out in a vigorous finger-fuck, and before Leigh could catch her breath, he had three, then four gloved fingers bending and twisting inside her tight walls and she bucked, letting out a cry of frustration. 

Kyle curled up the four fingers inside of her, creating a mini-fist that gave Leigh such a sensation that she felt herself beginning to come. Kyle felt her pussy tightening around his fingers and yanked them out, whispering that it wasn't time yet. The leather of his four fingers was wet and shiny with Leigh's juices and some dripped onto his wrist. He caught the drop with his tongue, and, savoring the flavor, made a fist. Going knuckles first, he pushed and shoved the leather-clad fist into Leigh. She gasped and moaned loudly, arching her back and trying to come. Kyle wasn't finished yet. 

Using the strength of his forearms, he pushed firmly and slowly, letting her take his hand in to well about the wrist. She came, thrashing the slick sheets and screaming like a banshee. Kyle began pumping with his fist and Leigh did her best to use her hips. She was spent, and lay depleted on the sheets. It was only seconds after the fist was withdrawn from her battered pussy that she felt something cold, very cold, touching her anus. It was Kyle's finger, without the glove but damp from her cum. He poked his way gently into her asshole, lubing the opening generously, trying to stretch with his fingers. 

The new sensation aroused Leigh and she tossed her head, causing her curly mane of hair to bounce enticingly. Before she could prepare or brace herself, Leigh felt the swollen, throbbing head of Kyle cock at her asshole, pushing and probing with sexual desperation. Leigh's ass was never usually used for anything except shitting, but she adjusted and found the feeling of being totally filled and inhabited tantalizing. So did Kyle...his hips slammed into her tanned butt cheeks with randy force, and Leigh cried out in pain and intense pleasure. 

Kyle blew a good sized load of steaming cum into her rectum and as soon as he withdrew himself, bent to lick the length of her ass crack to lap up the excess fluids. Once more, Leigh was turned on her stomach, and although she felt his weight on the bed, she didn't feel Kyle on her skin. It took her a moment to realize he was standing above her, with one foot on either side of her stomach. The image of him, standing with his already half-aroused dick dangling just a little ways above her head turned her on. 

She could feel the trickle of wetness begin to douse her aroused pussy again. He knew what she wanted, and Leigh knew he knew. As he dropped to his knees straddling her neck, he mouth rose up to meet his now fully erect prick midair and take the whole thing down her throat in one swallow. He pumped his hips in and out of her velvety wet mouth and groaned as she licked delicately at his swollen head and suckled a few drops of precum. He felt his calves tighter around her shoulders as she took him into her mouth again, skimming her teeth very lightly over the sensitive flesh that filled her mouth, while letting the underside of his prick rub her tongue. 

She closed her lips tightly over his hard meat and created a torturous suction within her mouth, building pressure against his head. When she let up a little and blew lightly to create a sensation of warm and cool air against his cock. He came fast a furious, taking fistfuls of her silky hair and he tried to get as much of himself inside her mouth as physically possible, and he blew the hugest load he could ever remember doing. Leigh sucked greedily at his penis and swallowed ounce after ounce of hot semen, savoring the salty taste and enjoying the way it filled her stomach. 

She let out a satisfied sigh as he collapsed beside her, breathing hard but still raring to go. She looked like Marilyn Monroe, in her bright red under garments, red lipstick, pale blonde hair and all against the red sheeted background. Strands of her luxurious hair were plastered to her porcelain skin cheeks with sweat and the rest fell in tousled curls like a halo around her angelic face. He was surprised to find himself fully aroused against and ready for another round. Leigh felt him stir and smiled in anticipation. Her former boyfriends had been astonished at her sexual appetite but Kyle was matching her stroke for stroke. 

He inched his way down her body, enjoying the way she tried to sense with her skin, and the way the blindfold quivered slightly from her fluttering eyelashes. He slid into her like a golden key to her womanhood and felt her gasp as his beefy length filled her tight, sopping wt pussy to capacity and then some. She tried to pump her hips to fuck him back, but without something to hold onto, it was in vain. But the more he thought about the hot woman with her long legs wrapped around him being helpless and aroused, the more excited he got. Kyle pumped hard an fast, rocking the bed and ramming Leigh's head into the soft pillows separating her head from the headboard. 

She tightened her grip with her legs, hearing him moan as he felt the sexy feeling on nylon over his flushed skin. She moaned and made sweet loving sounds with every thrust, but she was driven over the edge when he reached down and pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. She yelped and cried out as he caressed her love bud and rubbed it firmly into her pussy, making it swell and throb, all the while maintaining his steady thrusting. She came, as if tumbling down a sexual mountain head first, screaming and bucking, calling his name and one tear of ecstasy damped the blindfold. 

When he finally emptied himself into her body, she felt the warm rush of sperm in her pussy and sighed, deep and full of pleasure as Kyle grunted and moaned. They both rested for a moment, until Kyle reached back and loosed her lock ankles from around his waist and stood up. Leigh was disappointed when she felt her restraints being loosened. But Kyle took her hand and led her to a bathroom (she decided it was a bathroom by the cold tile beneath her stockinged feet.) He left the blindfold on as he unclipped her garter belt straps in one deft movement, and removed her garter belt. He release her large creamy breasts and let them swing free from the binding bra. She was naked, and felt the warm rush of steam as he started the shower.

As they waited for the hot shower to steam the room up, she felt his warm tongue on her hard pearly nipples. He sucked hard on them, leaving them red and swollen. He took her whole right breast into his mouth and ground his teeth gently on the unblemished skin, repeating the process with her left. He again took the dark pink nipple into his mouth and nipped hard, making Leigh take a sharp breath and almost cry out. With her blindfold still in place, he took her hand and led her into the hot, hot shower. He washed her hair for her and kissed her repeatedly until she almost couldn't breathe. He then took the soap into his hand and made a slow business of massaging the scented soap into her soft skin, using big circular strokes. He kept the soap in his hand when he reached her pussy, but decided to clean her otherwise. 

Leigh braced herself on the shower walls and gasped as she felt Kyle's lips close around her small clit, sucking and licking for a good five minutes. He stroked her from the top of her slit to the bottom with his talented tongue, missing her opening but tracing lightly around it with the tip. He slit was pounding and had turned a deep shade of pink...Kyle could feel the blood pulsing beneath the sensitive skin when he put his tongue right...there. Then, almost abruptly, he shoved his tongue deep into her opening, grinding his face into her cunt, which was dripping with warm water, her excited juices, and jasmine soap.

With her arms on opposite shower walls, Leigh felt he butt lifted until she sat on Kyle's shoulders, her thighs around his neck, and she was finally in a good position. She grabbed onto his hair for leverage and twisted her hips into his face until he was practically smothered by her delicious tight cunt. He lowered her to her feet again and got to his own, leaving her on the brink of a screaming orgasm. Without warning, she felt the slippery smooth end of the soap bar washing her pussy, and she groaned in disbelief...she fought the urge to just melt to the floor, and Kyle held her up as he eased the large bar of slippery soap all the way into her pussy. 

Leigh savored the feeling for only a moment before she felt herself release, and the intense pressure from her vagina forced the soap to a clattering exit on the shower floor. While Leigh came, and even as she recovered from it, Kyle was making mad love to her sumptuous and fleshy breasts, sucking, nipping and groping until that, combined with him eating her sweet pussy, had him stiff and dripping again. He turned the water off in the shower and lay her on a plush towel on the tile. 

She slid easily down his pole and settled comfortably against his hips and pumped in rhythm to his thrusting, riding him hard and fast. Just before he came, head spun her to her back, pulled out and sprayed his hot sperm all over her firm delicious tits, watching as his cum mixed with the water droplets and slid over her sun bronzed skin. She sat slightly up and held on of her own huge breasts in her wet hands. She lifted the soaked tit to her lips and began licking he tasty sperm off her clean scented skin. She continues the tongue bath on both breasts, as she could hear him stroking himself and slowly masturbating at the sight of this gorgeous woman suckling her beautiful breasts, tasting and swallowing every last drop of him cum.

For once, Leigh didn't sense, feel, or hear him coming before he slammed full force into her pussy again, just in time to blow a last load of thick white love into her cunt. She let out a cry of surprise but drew his head to her chest as he relaxed and grew limp inside her. He didn't use his mouth...she simply lifted her still damp breasts and rubbed them on his face, pushing the hard nipples against his lips as he breathed hard on her lovely tits. 

When she had finished drying his face with her boobs, she lay back and somehow still felt very aroused. She voiced this thought and it was met by an utter of disbelief as his swept her up, dried her off and carried her to bed, retying her and this time also tying her ankles to the bedposts. He said that he was tired and empty but he would improvise. She was wondering what this meant when she felt something smooth against her opening, and then it began to vibrate intensely. 

Kyle rubbed the vibrator back and forth against the sensitive strip of skin between her asshole and pussy hole, driving her to an almost-orgasm before he lubed her up and buried the thick plastic cock deep inside her rectum, causing her to arch and thrash in pleasure and desire. She stilled only for a second when he left the room. After she came, she simply relaxed against the pillows, and relished in the feeling of the thrumming deep inside her most personal places.

Leigh opened her eyes and heard birds chirping. She looked down and saw the zip-up sweatshirt and jeans she had worn to meet Kyle. Her back was stiff from sitting against the aging pine tree. She blinked rapidly and removed a twig from her hair...her dry hair. Leigh's face fell as she realized her pussy was dripping wet, and that her romp with Kyle had only been a dream.

When Leigh returned home, she looked in on her roommate Sonya. Sonya walked up, laid a hand on Leigh's breast and kissed her deeply.

"You smell like jasmine," Sonya breathed. Leigh only smiled, turned off the light, and locked the bedroom door.

Wet Dream



He beckoned her into the bedroom and slowly she stepped through the door. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the rubber bag hanging from the bed's post, the bag's soft bulging sides giving evidence of its eminent use. She looked to Him as she drew closer, her eyes lowering just as her movement ceased, nipples puckering under His gaze. She felt the heat of her blush moving upward from her breast to flame her cheeks and forced the questioning words from her lips. "Yes, Master?"

With a nod of His head He motioned to the pale green towel spread over the bed. "Lay down, girl," the quiet but deep voice intoned. Without hesitation she stretched out over the towel on her left side, her back presented to Him. She drew her right leg upward, her sex exposed, ass cheeks separating ever so slightly, and she waited.

When His touch came it was sure and firm, the fingers of one hand parting the flesh further, the slick nozzle sliding into her ass with a smooth press from the other hand. "Be still now, it won't take long." His voice flowed into her mind in the same moment the warmth began to fill her bowels, the even stream of liquid like an internal caress.

She allowed a single moan to escape her lips, knowing that the desire and want, the heat and the need, could all be understood from the solitary sound. Instinctively she pulled her right leg higher still, feeling the internal shift of the flow, gently holding a quivering bottom lip between white teeth as gravity pressed the liquid from the bag into her body.

Soft blue eyes opened widely as He spoke once more, the words accompanied by His actions. "Hold it all, girl. Don't disappoint Me." She nodded as the nozzle was slid from her clenching asshole, squeezing the sphincter tight when it was fully removed. She rubbed her hand over her belly, feeling the fullness there...as well as the wetness at her cunt.

Lying very still for a moment she began to lower her leg when His hand stopped the movement. "Oh no, girl. Not yet." Her eyes went wider still as she felt the pressure at her asshole. Realizing what her Master held at her entrance, she swallowed hard, forcing her sphincter to relax enough to allow the penetration of the butt plug without losing any of the water.

He fucked her slowly with the plug, teasing at her asshole, each press forward pushing the wideness a bit further, but never fully withdrawing the plug from her body. Her moans reached His ears and He stroked a bit faster, rotating the plug as it fucked in and out, stretching the sphincter more and more...until suddenly the flange settled inside, resting the fullness of the plug in her ass.

Using His thumb He pressed the plug deep, leaning over to whisper at her ear. "Squeeze, girl. It better not move from where it rests." And squeeze she did...her eyes shut...her lips sealed...and her sphincter so tight round the plug it would not even twist. She held the plug tight as He wrapped a rope belt 'round her waist, then ran the rope down the crack of her ass, parting the lips of her cunt so that it pressed into her clit, and tied it off to the makeshift belt. Slapping her ass hard, He spoke. "Up girl...into the bathroom."

Awkwardly she slid from the bed, wincing as the liquid moved and settled over the plug holding it within her, the rope becoming instantly slick with the wet of her cunt. She followed Him into the bathroom, stepping in before Him as He paused and stood aside at the door. He stayed there, not entering the room, giving her instructions.

Nodding to the closed toilet, "Sit, tilting so that all your weight is upon the plug. And wiggle." She jerked her head up, looking into His eyes, the wicked grin evident there as well as on His lips. "That's right, girl. WIGGLE." He nodded to the timer set upon the counter and finished the instructions. "Ten full minutes. You will not cease movement for ten full minutes. At that point you will untie the rope, remove the plug, cleanse yourself for me, replace the plug and return to the bedroom. Do you have any questions?"

"Swallowing audibly, beginning to sway in a circular motion upon the hard toilet seat, the sensation of the plug pushing deeper, the rope sliding over a throbbing clit, showed in her eyes as they glazed over, the shake of her head confirmed by choked out words. "No, Master, no questions."

At that He turned, softly closing the door, leaving her in the silent room. She never ceased the movement, it not even entering her mind to ease her own torment in that way. When it became unbearable, she simply changed the directions of her movements, constantly in motion, eyes closed as the ticking of the timer filled the room. It felt as if the world were stopping, her release building...building...pushing outward from her body, seeking explosive escape.

When the TING of the timer happened, the soft bell tone sounded as loud as a gunshot in the tiny space. She started, body jerking in response, before taking in a deep breath and releasing it in a shuddering exhale. Standing slowly on shaky legs, trembling fingers untied the rope from her body, dropping it into the sink. Reaching behind with a twist of body, she gritted her teeth and slid the plug from her anus, a soft moan slipping from her lips as it left the warm cavity, fighting the urge to press it back into the opening.

Dropping the plug atop the rope in the sink, she quickly purged her body of the liquid. The sound of the liquid leaving her body sounding loud, echoing in her ear's in the small room. Taking great care to cleanse herself carefully for His use, a warm damp cloth completed the task and she began to feel some control of her senses returning as she stood at the sink and washed the plug.

Reaching for the tube of lubricant her Master had laid upon the counter, she gently pressed a dollop over the tip of the plug, spreading it over the rubber surface with her fingertips. She bent over the edge of the counter, reaching behind herself to part her ass cheeks once more, pressing the plug back into the hot depths of her ass. Gasping quietly as her own hands pushed the black rubber through the resisting muscle, she then straightened, stepping from foot to foot, settling the plug with a final push. Taking one more deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she looked into her own eyes reflected back to her in the mirror, catching the heat there and knowing it had only just begun.

Silently she opened the door, padding with a soft step back into the bedroom. She immediately registered the fact that her towel had been moved to the foot of the bed. He stood there, cuffs and bar in hand, nodding to the towel. "Hands and knees, girl. At the edge please." Nodding, she moved atop the bed, her knees at the edge, calves and feet extending into the air, feeling the pull of inner thighs as He pushed them apart, quickly fastening a cuff 'round each one...then the further push as the bar was fastened between them and held them firmly wide.

Her ass swayed gently side to side, her body suddenly jerking as a sharp, stinging SLAP landed solidly over her right ass cheek, His deep chuckle floating 'round the room. The instant reaction a squeezing of the plug already held tight in her rear passage brought a quiver to her thighs, the feeling traveling toward her belly and settling there. She turned to look toward Him, watching as He laid a bar before her hands. "Hold the bar. Do not release it or move your hands at any time." Her hands opened, fingers grasping the wooden bar tightly, pressing it into the bed as she held herself upright. "Yes, Master. No moving them."

His hand reached out, stroking her cheek gently, His voice soft and low. "Good girl...good girl." He moved back behind her, His hands stroking upward, over trembling thighs and rounded ass cheeks, pulling them wide with His warm touch. His thumbs pressing hard into the plug drew a heavy moan from her lips, the wetness of her cunt pooling over swollen lips evidence of her desire and need.

Once again He began to play with the plug in her ass, twisting it, teasing at fucking her in minute motions with its girth. Slowly pulling it out half an inch...then pressing it back half that far, tugging the wide flange against the resistance of the ring, stretching her opening wide, only to let it slip tight once again...over and over He teased. When His other hand stroked up her inner thigh, the fingers drawing in the wetness upon the puffed flesh, His nails gently scraping over denuded slick lips, she felt her own nails dig into the wood of the bar she held so tight, gasping and choking back the plea that threatened to spill from her mouth.

"Tell Me what you want, girl. What is it your body is asking for?" His motions with the plug never ceased as He spoke, twisting the plug full circle, pushing it hard into her depths then tugging outward again, the extremes of both as the sphincter loosened and allowed for less resistance of the plug's removal bringing moans from her lips as she licked their parched surface and struggled to form coherent thoughts.

"Oh godddddddd Masterrrrrrr..........please fuck my asssss.........if it pleases You to do so, pleasssssssse fuck my assssss," her words pleading low and deep as she swayed gently side to side.

His deep chuckle of approval drew whimpers from her lips; honey rolling down her legs toward the thigh cuffs as another sharp SMACK upon her ass stopped the swaying motion instantly. "Hold still girl. Don't make Me tell you again."

"Y y y y yessss, M M M Master..." The words quivered from her lips as her eyes closed, sucking in a deep breath, His fingers digging into her ass as He held her motionless, then suddenly jerked the plug from her ass and dropped it to the floor. In the same motion His hand closed over the handle of the crop lying atop the bed. Her body stiffened as He rained lightening fast blows over her ass, spreading the strikes over the flesh in silent assault, the only sounds being her cries of surprised shock and heated pain blending with the TWHACKING SLAPS of each contact.

Her ass on fire, inside and out, she lowered her head, using every ounce of willpower to fight the desperate need to jerk in response to the bolts of fire He blessed her with, knowing should she move He would leave her to suffer in her need of release. Tears welled in her eyes, her lips moving in words of gratitude as the fire spread throughout her body. "Thank Youuuuuu........thank You Masterrrrrrrrr........" She heard the crop drop to the floor, closing her eyes and biting her lip, waiting, unsure of what sensation would come next, anticipating...needing...

His body was warm as He moved against her, the soft fuzzing tickle of His body hair rubbing over her tender, flushed, glowing skin, His cock, like a red hot firebrand, rested against the crack of her ass. The fingers of His left hand pressed hard into soft, pliable flesh, creating points of concentrated pain with the grasp. His right hand guided the head of His cock to the still gaping hole of her anal passage. She had not seen Him coat His tumescent cock with the glistening lube, and never gave a thought to the need for doing so, so great and immediate was her want and her need.

He pushed forward, releasing the hold on His cock and using both hands to grasp her hips, flexing His fingers to press His nails into the reddened flesh, intensifying the feelings that washed over her. Half the head of His cock entered the hot, dark hole. He held her still, freezing His own motion, then pushing in with excruciating slowness, the ring of her anal muscle quivering around His cock head then SNAPPING tightly as the rim passed into her ass, the head now fully embedded in the burning heat of her back entry.

Throwing her head back, long auburn locks whipping over the pale flesh of her back, a deep, guttural cry of need pushed from her lips by the entry of His cock as she fought the instinct to push back and impale her body on His steel shaft, begging Him to do so with the whimpering sounds that fill the air. "Pleassssssseeee...........pleassssseeee oh god pleassssssseeeee Masterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...filllllllmeeeeeeeeeee........."

"In good time slut...in good time...," He chuckled, edging forward, leaning over her body and gathering her hair in a swiping motion over her back, wrapping it's length over his hand and tugging back hard on her head. As the gasp left her lips in the surprise of the pull of hair, He quickly drove His body forward, sinking the hard member to the hilt between her ass cheeks, feeling the heat of her colon grasp at His cock, the heat of her beaten ass sink into His hips.

Slowly...deliberately...He ground against her, rubbing the hair of His body against her tender flesh, His hold on her hair testing her memory to hold tight to the bar as she was tempted to straighten. Then just as deliberately He began to stroke into her ass. Gliding His heavy, thick cock in and out of her ass, murmuring over her body words of praise at how she pleased Him, what a good girl she was for Him...how nice and hot and clean her ass was for Him...and that soon He would fill her ass with His seed.

Through it all she whimpered, tiny explosions of heat behind her eyes, tasting a hint of blood as teeth grasped a trembling lower lip, a thought of spontaneous combustion wafting through her mind. Her thighs quivered, the cuffs 'round them wet with her honey as it freely roils from her now gaping, grasping cunt. Her clit throbbed with each beat of her heart and the thigh spreading bar kept her from finding the relief of pressing legs together. Her hands slid over the sweat covered bar they held, seeking firmer purchase around it, moaning heavily, as with an especially deep, hard thrust, her body gave in and bucked against His.

Instantly His nails dug deeper into her ass, stilling her movement as He began to fuck her faster and torment her sweetly with His words. "Does my slut need to cum? Is that why you can't hold still? Or is it simply the want of feeling My cum shoot up your ass, girl? My balls are tightening. Shall I fill your ass with my seed?" JERKING her hair back, He slammed into Her through the last question, fucking her furiously a dozen strokes then stopping, pushing hard against her body. "Well? ANSWER ME SLUT!!"

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD MASTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" Her cry filled the room as the desperation became more evident, a sheen of sweat glistening over her body, each pounding thrust pushing higher up her ass, juice dripping from her cunt to the towel. "CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMiiiiiiinnnnmmmeeeeeeePLEASSSSSEEE"

Growling deeply, His own release imminent, He grasped her tighter still, the hold on her hair firm in His hand. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS sluttttttttt...YESSSSSSSSSS" With a sharp, pushing jerk He came, shot after lava hot shot of cum washing over her bowels, shooting deep into her body. His moans and growls and grunts of satisfaction added impetus to the jerking release of jism from His body. Every spurt of seed felt as if He were injecting liquid fire into her very core, washing her anal walls with pure heat. Her moans joined His as she reveled in the joy of His release, the gift of His liquid gold more precious than breath to her. She felt the clenching of her ass as her body milked Him, pulling the seed deeper still, holding His offering high inside her body as she whimpered and fought against her own release breaking free.

Leaning over her back, the sweat from His body mixing with her own, He shook and growled at the back of her head, turning her ear toward His lips with the pull of her hair. "CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM sluttttttttttttttttttttt... CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." His left hand released her ass cheek and suddenly, with unerring precision, He reached 'round and pinched her clit HARD, holding it in the grasp up tight to her body, pushing His still spasming cock into her ass hard. "CUM HARD FOR ME NOW!!!"

Her body EXPLODED with the release, every sensation centering in the pit of her belly and moving outward with the speed of light, cum rolling from her cunt freely, moving over her flesh like poured water as she bucked and jerked, no longer in control of her limbs. Coherent thoughts impossible, sounds from her lips unintelligible, she gave over to the orgasm, riding the waves of feeling and white-hot blinding sensation. Her back arched, the bar clenched in her hands lifted from the bed, her thighs pushing at the spreader bar from both sides in jerking movements.

"OHHHHHHHGODDDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSSSS....... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS...... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS....." As the waves passed through her body and began to slow, other sensations found their way back into her brain. She felt His softening cock slip from her ass and moaned deeply...a dribbling of His cooling cum drained from the passage to pool with her own juices and coat the skin of her thighs. She whimpered, tiny sounds let loose in the aftershock of the orgasm, her head falling forward as He released her hair.

She registered the feelings as He unbuckled the cuffs from her thighs, hearing the gear drop to the floor. Hands splayed over the towel as He slid the bar from her clenching grasp. She held herself upright, panting there, trembling on her hands and knees, slowly returning to the realm of the real world. His voice washed over her with a gentle caress. "Come here little girl."

He moved upward over the bed, settling back against the headboard, the pillows layered beneath His head. Reaching over to the bag aside the bed, He withdrew the soft leather cuffs and waited. She crawled to Him, all energy expended, a rag doll to be done with as He pleased. Turning her back to Him, she moved her arms backward, hands grasping one another in the small of her back. The cuffs wrapped around each one, the leather quickly absorbing the heat of her flesh. He fastened them together and leaned back into the pillows once more.

"Thank You, my Master." Her trembling voice exposed the exhaustion of her mind and body as she turned, stretching out to lay her head upon His shoulder, positioning herself so that she could find some comfort with her hands bound behind her. She sighed heavily, a sigh of deep satiation and happiness, lifting her lips to kiss His, her eyes pouring the love and adoration out to Him. "You are my Heart. Thank You for loving me." Settling her head back upon His shoulder, she closed her eyes, wincing with a smile at the feeling of His hand patting her still sensitively glowing red ass, then gliding upward until His arm wrapped around her and pulled her close.

"Sleep girl." His lips pressed warmly to her temple and her body became one with His as they pressed together and closed their eyes.



Wet Dream



I've edited this story to include some of the details that I left out of the original version. It continues to be one of my favorite dreams, every time I have it something new is added. I think (I hope) you'll like this one even better.

The dream always starts the same. I'm working late, and typically the only one still in the office after hours. I hear a noise and look up toward the door, and there he stand. Magnificent in his nudity. Perfectly muscled and tanned. Black hair worn loose and around his face, like the mane of a wild beast. Blue eyes so fathomless, that they pull you in heart and soul. His cock hangs flaccid over low hanging balls. Even in this state, it calls to me like the Pied Piper. When hard, it stands a perfect seven inches and takes two hands to encircle its girth. If I wasn't already in bed, I'd have fallen to my knees.

He enters the room and says my name in a voice so deep and powerful, I become his to command. He pulls me to the edge of the bed and pushes my head down to his crotch. Several things hit me at once. One is his scent. It's like toasted vanilla and sugar. Another is the taste of his cock-head on my tongue. It was exactly as I had hoped. As I take him into my mouth, he begins to grow hard and almost immediately starts filling my mouth with the taste of his precum. This is so much better than any fantasy I might have had about him.

About the time I begin to think that it couldn't get any better, he pulls me off of his cock and onto my knees. He them kisses me. His tongue invading my mouth and tasting himself there. We break from the kiss and he gently lowers me back onto the bed. He begins to kiss my face and then down my neck to my chest. He takes time on each nipple, sucking them into his mouth and softly biting them into hardness. He resumes his gentle kisses, each one sending him lower and closer to my own hard cock.

Thankfully he only gives it a single kiss on the head, before proceeding on to my inner thighs. I would have hated to experience a release so early into the play. His kisses take him all the way down to my feet, where he proceeds to suck on each of my toes. I've never found this to be particularly erotic before, but tonight is a hole other story. Once through with my toes, the kisses resumed. This time back up my legs toward my waiting cock. My balls were his first stop. Taking one into his mouth, he messages it with his tongue giving it a bath like it's never had before. After a few minutes of this, he releases that one and repeats the same thing with the other one. He goes to release that one and I think that he must be through, when he takes both of them into his mouth. It's one of the most sensual feelings I've ever experienced, and the thought that it's actually him giving me this pleasure is almost more that I can handle.

When he finishes with my balls, I prepare myself to finally be able to release the pent up energy and emotions brought on by having him do these things to me. But, instead of taking my cock into his mouth, he turns me over and begins kissing my ass cheeks. He eventually tires of this and places a hand on each mound of flesh and then spreads apart exposing my puckered hole. Based on what had been happening, I was prepared for him to kiss me there. What I got instead was his hard moist tongue buried as deep as it would go. It sent sensations through me that I had never experienced before. My entire body grew warm and began to tremble with pleasure.

All I could think of was the one thing he had done yet. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me. There was a shift of weight on the bed and I knew that he was reaching for one of the condoms I had left out on the nightstand. I could hear the tearing of the foil wrapper, and the unrolling of the condom onto his hard cock. I realized, to late, that he had not applied any of the lubricant I had also left out. I felt the head of his cock breach my outer ring. My gasp caused him to pause, and he leaned forward so that his chest was against my back. He began to kiss my ear and nibble on my earlobe. I was reminded of stories where men did this to the young virgin brides, to distract them from the pain they were about to experience. I don't know if it worked for them, but it did for me. I was pulled back into the fucking, when I felt his hips slap up against my ass. The feel of him so far up inside of me made me cry out in ecstasy. I immediately came, shooting load after load of cum onto the sheets underneath me. My release causes his. I know that it's only the condom that keeps him from filling my ass to over flowing with his own cum.

His moans of pleasure turn into a nagging buzzing noise, and I am woken by the alarm clock and made to realize that is has all been a dream. Everything except for my own ejaculation. I'm sticking to the sheets. As I shower, I'm left wondering how I'll ever face him at work again. I know that I'll blush every time I think of him fucking me again, which I'll do every time I see him or hear his voice over the wall.

Even if it was just a dream. A wonderful wet dream.



Wet Dream



There I was in an octagon-shaped shower, which had shower heads on each wall. The wall was black marble and all the shower heads were on. The water was warm and there was so much steam built up that I didn’t hear her walk in behind me. Squatting behind me, she ran her hand through my legs, briefly grasping my testicles, before running her hand up my lower stomach. She then begins tracing her way down, stopping and stroking my dick.

Both of us had waited so long to make this happen. Sharhonda’s husband would never have consented to our meeting, neither would my girlfriend. But since I’d had this dream, I knew I had to make it happen. As I felt her run her finger over my asshole, then rub my ass, before spanking it, I thought about how I’d known her all along, but never knew we had mutual interest, sexually. We both chatted in the same chat room for years. Like most of the people who had been around that room for some years, we knew a lot about each other. I had always shared my stories with her and the rest of the room, while I was working on them. They usually saw the finished product long before the people on Literotica. It just so happened, she was the only person I knew online that day when I’d shared my dream.

I had to catch myself as she pushed me against the wall, spreading my ass cheeks, then tongued my asshole, before working her way to my dick. As she began sucking my dick from behind, I begin to reminisce about her reaction to my story. She’d asked if I was considering writing a story based on the dream and if I would do any of those things. I guess she must have liked the answer, because two months later she’d called me and let me know she was going to pay me a visit on the way to a cousin’s wedding. 

As I turned around, I reached down and pinched her nipple. She lets out a whimper. I said something about her complaining, then started thumping her tender nipple. She greedily grabbed and began to suck my dick. With her head against the wall, I begin fucking her mouth, as the warm water ran off my body, running down my back and over her hands, that were on my ass. She was enjoying her turn of being submissive. Sharhonda just wanted to experiment like me, but her husband, much like my girlfriend, was conservative. They don’t quite understand our needs. 

Grabbing her hair, and wrapping it in my hand, I forced her to stand up, telling her I want to eat her. She smiled, letting me know she liked the idea of getting to be in control, even more. I positioned myself against the wall, as she stepped over me feeding me her pussy. But, yet she wasn’t really in control. I warned her, not to let her knees give out, even when she came. Then I spread her brown lips, and pushed back the hood covering her throbbing clit. I begin to suck on it, letting it slip in and out of my lips, as though it was a small dick. 

As the water running down her body almost drowned me, I sucked hard on her tender clitoris, flicking the tip with my tongue, while she came in my mouth. I could taste the salty flavor of her pussy, and smell it on my lips. I begin to nibble on her pussy lips, as I forced her to rub her clit and finger her ass. As soon as she came a second time, she knew what I wanted. The warm water still falling on my body as I lay against the cold wall. She began to squat, spreading her lips, she begins to pee on my body, at first over my dick, before putting more pressure on her bladder and making a “V” with her fingers, pulling upward on her pussy, aiming the stream up my body, and over my chest. The water was warm, but the piss was hot. She’d even let a couple salty drops touch my lips, and I’d licked them off before they washed away in the shower. She continued to squat and released her grip, the stream once again focused on my dick. 

As she squeezed the last couple droplets out of her bladder, she sat on my dick, and began riding me, squatting, hands on my shoulders. Her big tits bouncing in front of my face as, she rode me hard for a minute, getting me close to cumming. Then I told her to move. She continued, so I slapped her ass hard. She continued, so I grabbed her throat and she eases off, and beg, saying she couldn’t help herself. 

She gets back down on the floor, and begins sucking my dick. Since I am already on the brink, I shoot my load all over her face and in her mouth. Standing up, I strain hard and begin to piss on her, over her breast. She lays back, spreads her pussy lips, and opens her mouth, tasting the mixture of shower water and my salty piss, as I let a little of my piss hit her lips. But not too much because she might enjoy it. Aiming further down I fill her pussy with my piss like it was my personal toilet. She moans, and then smiles, because this is just the beginning, of a night that began with my wet dream.



Wet Dream



*~If you ever read this, you'll know who you are, and this is what the thought of you does to me!~*

Every time I fall asleep, I see his face looking into my eyes, I feel his weight on top of me. He has his stiffened cock at the entrance of my soaked cunt. With a sly smile he begins to push into me inch by inch, until my emptiness is completely full of his hot throbbing member. I want to moan, but nothing comes out of my mouth, not one sound, it's almost like my vocal chords are paralyzed.

Slowly, he pulls back out of me and holds for a moment, just long enough for me to yearn for him to take me, long enough for me to need him to fuck me, just one small agonizing moment. Slowly, he pushes back into me, not stopping until his balls are pressed tightly against me. Finally, he begins to move in and out with slow, hard, deep thrusts, gradually working his way up to fucking me hard. I can feel every ridge, every vein on his hardened penis, as he drives it into my wanting pussy.

My hands lightly rub over his back, the nails gently scratching at his skin. His strokes become faster, harder, faster, harder my pussy squeezes his cock tightly, his eyes never leave mine. Wanting to scream, to moan, anything, but nothing, I am forced to stay silent. I can't make one noise, everything is quiet and it drives me crazy wanting to call out his name. Still his strokes, faster and harder until my nails dig into his back, sweat streams from my body, I bite my bottom lip as he pushes into me one last time, we cum together, falling to the bed out of breath and lost in ecstasy. 

I close my eyes for a moment and when I open them back up, I am alone in my bed, drenched with sweat, trembling, with my wetness trickling between my thighs. I just lay there in the sweltering heat of my bedroom, thinking of him, thinking of how he fucked me, how he made love to me, how he had made me feel the ways I had never felt before, and I can't stand it anymore, my hand finds its way down to my clit, seemingly by some uncontrollable force. Closing my eyes again, I picture the first time he touched me that way, pleasures I had never known, and he revealed them to me and to realize how much it made me want him and need him. 

My fingers working small circles around my clit, making me want his hard cock inside of me. Oh God, how I always want his cock filling my pussy, just the thought of him turns me on to no end. I rub faster and with my other hand I finger my pussy hard. Thinking of the time he licked it and how hot that was. To have his face there, his lips sucking at my clit, his tongue buried within my cunt, it's more than I can take. I cum hard, wishing he were here, wanting to wrap my lips around his hard cock. Sucking hard on the head, gripping tightly around his shaft with my hand, jacking him off as I suck. I pull my lips off and it makes a "pop" sound, I quickly go back down over it, pushing my mouth all the way down his cock until my chin rests on his balls, over and over, sucking harder as I pull back up to his head making the "pop" sound, and going right back down over him, until he explodes into my mouth. I refuse to release him until every drop from his hard cock has been spent. 

With that out of the way, I am finally ready to go back to sleep, and dream a little more maybe. After tossing and turning for what seems to be forever, finally I get back to sleep, yet there he is again. It's like no matter what I do, I always want him to be here, I want him to take me and make me beg for more. I never imagined one man could do this to me, but here it has happened. I want to be lost in my dreams so I can stay with him in my fantasies, but I always wake up, he's not here, and I am left to count down the days until can have him touch me and make me feel this way again. It gives me chills just thinking about it right now, and again I am wishing he were here to take care of my desires.



Wet Dream Come True



I was at my professional peak, but single and unattached. My profession is a jealous mistress, demanding constant attention, but paying rich dividends to her ardent worshippers. I had very volatile sexual urges but remained celibate through adolescence with the help of pornography and later on with the net. I was wary of women and my sexual preferences became more defined. As a professional I was aggressive and was clothed in the aura of aggressiveness. Sexually, however I tended towards submissiveness and there were obviously no takers. Women who came in contact with me and were attracted to me were attracted by my aggressiveness. It was a Catch 22 situation and I remained alone. 

In the meanwhile the net kept my fires burning and I explored the world of kink. I kept fantasizing about women till I saw her. She was far junior to me and I noticed her for her stunning looks, long hair and above all the variety of shoes she wore. I noticed her first when she sat next to me in and as I turned to her she smiled in respect. My nose drank in a sweet perfume and I couldn't take my eyes from her feet or rather shoes. From then, I fantasized only about one woman. I was in a frenzy and wanted to get to know her, which was impossible considering our age difference and professional status. Any enquiries about her from me would invite raised eyebrows and with my standing I couldn't imagine making a direct approach. I sought her out and eventually the cat was out of the bag and I knew it with the way she smiled at me and crossed her legs when I sat near her. The cloak of respect was gradually shed with her crossing her legs whenever I sat near her. I could never take my eyes off her feet and increasingly she used to remove her shoes and display her well-manicured feet sometimes bare and at other times stockinged. I discerned her intentions and gawked unashamed. One day she suddenly turned to me and asked:

"Sir, why do you always stare at my feet?"

"Because I love them and don't call me Sir. I am..."

"Of course I know you SK. And I am Sreelatha"

"Good " I said and got up and left.

That was my aggressiveness rearing its ugly head and she ignored me for a week. But then I was back in a feverish pitch and I tried to seek her out. My efforts were rewarded on the eighth day when I collapsed in the vacant seat beside her and apologized. She looked quizzically at me and crossed her legs. She was wearing a high-heeled shoe open at the toes and I could see the painted nails of her toes through her fishnet stockings. My mouth fell agape as she moved her legs towards me and tapped my legs with her shoes. I looked around embarrassed but did nothing to stop her and when I was sure no one was watching us, turned to her and asked:

"Shall we talk over the phone?"

"About what? My legs?" she asked.

"Yes. Your feet precisely."

"Will you worship them?"

I took a sharp breath and looked squarely at her face and said, "Yes."

I never imagined I had a foot fetish, but my reading sure informed me as to what I was to do. I casually took out a note pad and asked her number.

"I'll call you," she said. "But when are you alone in your office?"

I said I leave office by around 8.30 and am alone from around 7.30.

She rubbed me over my leg and got up and left as I admired her long hair knotted in braids, falling down to her calves accentuated by her round buttocks.

I couldn't do any work in the evening and anxiously waited for her call. I shooed out the entire staff and went on the net to explore foot fetish. Each ring of the telephone sent my heart thumping and I regretted sending off the entire staff since I was obliged to myself attend all calls and reply to the various queries. At 8.00 I again reached for the ringing telephone, distracted from a good story of foot fetish, and barked exasperatedly into the telephone.

The husky 'Hello' confirmed who it was and I felt the rush of adrenaline. We got on famously and agreed to communicate daily. I suggested the messenger since we could do it without arousing any suspicion. She reminded me of the time and I looked at the clock, which showed 9 P.M. As we were concluding she suddenly asked, "SK will you apologize to me on your knees?"

Then and there I slipped down and said, " I am sorry Mistress."

She giggled and said, "Don't call me that. Sree will be fine." 

I said, "Sree honestly I am on my knees."

She caught her breath and said, " I didn't mean now. I just wanted to know whether you will be ready to do that in my presence."

I replied, "Sree just tell me when you will be present. Your slave is ready."

She giggled again and said, " I don't want you to be my slave but I actually admire you. I was turned on with your offer of submission. And that too an aggressive man like you?"

I laughed and said," I'll be putty in your hands. But when do we meet?"

"SK give me more time and lets get to know each other better," she said.

My courtship continued for a month before she relented to meet me. We neither could meet in public nor in our respective houses and the only place was my office where I am alone on Saturday afternoons. She was divorced and living with her parents. My Office was in a busy building and none would notice her coming in.

Saturday afternoon, after lunch, I whistled as I entered my empty office. I locked it and went straight to my room and waited in anticipation. At about two I jumped to take the ringing telephone and heard her now familiar husky voice, "SK I am just moving to the stairs."

She disconnected and I left the phone on the table and dashed to the entrance and gazed through the glass partition. None could see me from outside but I could see her climbing the stairs and the first thing I noticed was her hair tied up in a bun on her head resembling a tilted crown. As she came up I saw her wearing a business suit and a gold necklace gripping her neck like a collar with matching earrings and dark glasses against the raging sun. She had a leather hand bag gripped under her left arm and my gaze went down to see her feet covered in black high heeled shoes with tie down laces. Just as she reached the door I yanked it open and as she slipped in I closed it and locked it and in one motion turned around and dropped to my knees. My heart was pounding as she turned and stood for a moment watching me on my knees. Her glasses covered her eyes and her quivering lips more or less conveyed her emotions. As she gazed at me, a strand of hair fell on to her forehead. She approached me and with both hands hugged me and I nuzzled against her stomach reveling in the soft perfume and a strong smell, which she later told me, was of the hair remover. As she moved away her handbag slipped from her hands and landed on my neck. I looked at the wet patch from her armpit and unconsciously brought it to my nose. 

"My pet seems to be a regular sniffer." She said and I gazed up to see her pleased look.

She leaned forward and tugged at the bag, still hanging on my neck and I instinctively went on all fours. She led me to my cabin and stood near my chair with her back to me and whispered "Kiss me". For a minute I was confused but I caught on fast and kissed her ample buns and she pressed it to my face. She then collapsed onto my chair with me on all fours in front of her. She took the handbag and placed it on the table and crossed her legs with one boot tantalizingly close to my face. I longingly looked at her and as she commanded with her eyes I pressed my lips to her toes kissing them fully. The smell of leather mingled with the pungent smell of the hair remover sent my head reeling. She tucked the shoe under my chin and raised my face forcing me to be on my knees.

"My pet why don't you show yourself to me?" she asked.

I hastened to unbutton my shirt and I heard her husky whisper, "Slowly and one by one."

I was under her spell and watched her reclining in my chair and slowly stripped off my shirt. She leaned down and unbuckled my belt and rolled my pants down to my knees. She looked at me in my briefs and leaned over to caress my small breasts. Over my brief she took both my nipples at the areoles between her thumb and forefinger. She applied light pressure and pulled them. I looked down at her painted nails and marveled at her as pleasure coursed through my body from the nipples, which I had never thought of as a erogenous zone for a man. I felt a deep desire to please her and a wave of pleasure passed through me making me shudder. She motioned me to get up and watched me as I removed my clothes. I stood naked before her and at a command from her eyes went back to my knees on the carpeted floor. She got up and came near me and took of her blazer and laughed out as she put it over my head. As the blazer landed on my head covering my face her smells filled me and I obediently stood on my knees, blinded but filled with her smells. I heard her moving around and wondered at the situation not knowing what is happening around me. As she lifted the blazer I saw her in a sleeveless blouse, reclining in my chair with her hair in braids falling down her left shoulder to her ample lap.

"Pet, why don't you remove my shoes?" she asked me. As I bend down to untie her laces she pulled her legs back and said, "Not with your hands."

I looked at her surprised and she puckered her lips and threw a kiss at me and bared her teeth. I caught on fast and bend over and took the loose end of the lace on her left shoe with my teeth and pulled. I worked with my teeth on the lace and loosened her shoe as she took the left shoe off with her right shoe. Her leg came out and I gazed at it and stretched to give it a kiss. But she pulled back and motioned to her right leg. I loosened the lace, again with my teeth and I suddenly felt her stockinged feet on my back moving the length of my spine to the nape of my neck. Her right leg came out and rested on my left shoulder and her left leg moved to my right shoulder and pressed me down to the sweet smells of the now open shoe. I reveled in the smells as one of her legs traversed up and down my spine slowly massaging my back. Then she bid me back on my knees and as I rose she proffered her legs to me. I hugged them and pressed them to my face and from another world I heard her say, " Pet, you wanted to worship my feet?" 

I looked up at her and slowly removed the stockings and as they came off she wriggled her painted toes. I reverently took her feet in both my hands and pressed the instep to my face. I snaked my tongue out and licked her arch causing her to giggle. I sucked on the toes and gazed at her relaxed and reclining on my chair and obviously enjoying the attentions. I felt an innate desire to please her more and licked between her toes and moving down to the soles. She was still wearing her dark glasses and I longed to see her eyes but knew better than to ask. She moved her hands back and crossed them resting her head on her crossed palms. I could see the clean-shaven pits and I couldn't resist licking my lips. My cock was throbbing and she just threw gazes at it.

She laughed aloud and asked me, " You want a sniff?"

I was speechless and this was a wet dream coming true. I vigorously nodded and saw the inviting look on her face. But she suddenly came forward and cupped my mouth saying, "But no licking." I could just nod desperately and as she resumed her position I crawled on my knees to smell her armpits. I snuggled my face in and took long breaths, which made me headier. I was completely in her hands or rather pits and I crawled on my knees to smell both her armpits as she reclined in MY chair! The silk blouse was sending sparks and I could see the outline of her ample breasts. I saw her opening her blouse through my half closed eyes and marveled at the twin orbs jutting out and her thick nipples straining at her black lace brassiere. She turned slightly and arched forward and I buried my face between her breasts inhaling to my hearts content. She giggled and pushed me away and I watched her removing her blouse. I looked at them hungrily and slowly brought my hands up to caress them.

"Don't touch," she hissed and playfully smacked my cheek with her palm. She put her hands under her breasts and tantalizingly offered it to me. I got on fast and opened my mouth and she pushed one luscious nipple in and I sucked it through the brassiere. As I sucked gently she let her hands drop and caressed my small breasts and took my nipples thickly between her thumb and index and applied pressure. She moaned as her pleasure increased and the soft pain on my nipples increased with her mounting pleasure. I felt my cock on the verge of bursting and was ashamed of an ejaculation even without a touch. She repeated with her other breast and when the pressure increased on my nipples I unwittingly let out a yelp and I saw the look of disappointment cross her face.

I felt a pang cross my heart and I immediately prostrated at her feet and kissed them begging for forgiveness. 

I heard her say " Pet, I can't have you interrupting our sessions." And she added " That is only if you want to continue this." I nodded desperately.

" Then," she said, " I will have to train you to be more pain tolerant."

I didn't know what I was getting myself into but unconsciously I felt my head nodding.

She laughed out and said, " This is one time I would prefer you addressing me Mistress"

I blurted, "Yes. Mistress"

"Good," she said as she got up. She looked marvelous in her black pants and brassiere with her hair felling over her shoulder. She pushed her hair back and slowly put her feet inside the shoes. Without asking I tied her laces and kissed her shoes as she towered above me. She moved closer to me and her crotch was near my face. I could feel her heat and smell and I longed to bury my face there. She caught me by my hair and pressed my face into her crotch muttering...

" You are mine...You are mine." 

I felt a wave of pleasure pass through my body and felt relaxed and totally in her control. A strange feeling of release from responsibility took over me and I felt myself falling into an endless vortex. I was roused when she pushed me away and took her stockings and unfurled it. She brought it to my nose and ordered me to sniff it. I inhaled and again felt myself filled by her smells. She pushed it into my mouth and as I sucked it put the other one over my nose. I sucked and inhaled and felt myself falling deeper. After about a minute she took both stockings and moved behind me and asked me "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." I said.

I felt her hand slap my bottom, "Yes, What?"

I was perplexed for a moment as I felt her hand linger on my bottom squeezing my bun.

"Pet, You disappoint me. How are you to address me?"

I was ashamed that I failed her and whispered,

"Yes Mistress."

"Good," she said as she slapped and squeezed my other bun.

Then she took my arms and tied them with the wet stockings, behind my back. Then I saw the brassiere landing on the chair before me and heard her command, " Spread them and kiss them". I labored with my face and kissed her black lace brassiere. I longed to turn around to see her twin orbs. I felt the other stocking over my eyes and she tied it securely behind my head totally blinding me. A wave of apprehension swept over me as I heard her " Do you want me to stop?"

"No." I added desperately, "No Mistress."

I felt her hand behind my head pushing my face into the seat of the chair and her brassiere. I inhaled deeply in that posture as I felt the first smack on my bun. I flinched and knew that it was my Table Tennis bat. It was repeated on the other bun and then I felt her palm on my right bun as her other hand went around my hip and hovered near my cock. As she squeezed my bun I felt her hands on my throbbing cock and heard her labored command, "Do not come until I tell you." 

I gritted my teeth and held back as I felt her nails painfully teasing my cock hole. Pre-cum oozed out and she brought her fingers to my nose and then to my mouth. I sucked on her fingers as I felt the next slap on my bun. I heard her asking me 

" Do you realize how painful it is for me to hurt you?"

I desperately tried to nod on the seat of the chair as I felt the next one. As she continued I could feel my ass cheeks reddening and my erection slowly subsided. She delivered ten on each and I could hear her labored breath behind me. She untied my blindfold and ordered me to turn around. As I turned I saw her in her black boots and pants with nothing covering her top but for the gold collar necklace and her breasts heaving at the effort. Small beads of sweat glistened on her breasts and I longed to lick them up. She bent over me with her breasts playing on my face and untied my hands. I almost snaked my tongue out but caught myself. She still had her dark glasses and she went back to the chair once more going behind me " Would you not like to thank me?" 

I heard her say and as I turned I saw her reclining in my chair with one leg on the arm of the chair. I bent down and kissed her shoes thanking her profusely as I heard her say

" Lick them for me."

I snaked my tongue out and licked her left shoe sparkling clean. Then I went to work on her dangling leg and then she took of her dark glasses revealing her hazel dark eyes; two brimming pools of lust and longing. As she got up I moved away and she slowly stepped out of her pants. She had on a black silky panties and I saw the obvious wetness on her crotch. She went back to her posture with one leg upon the arm and her panties covered crotch fully visible to me. She slowly raised the tip of her long hair and playfully teased my face with it. As I inhaled the sweet smells of her hair she beat me on my cheeks with her hair. She was using me as her toy and I was more than willing.

" Start with my legs and go up slowly," I heard her say.

I licked the sole of her raised feet first and licked my way up to her knee. Then I repeated on her other leg. As I reached her knee she opened her legs and I took the cue. I trailed a narrow path through her thigh and ended up in her panties covered crotch. As I sucked on the panties desperately trying to wet them I heard her moan. She laughed at my vain attempts to wet the silk panties and thrust my tongue in. After a few minutes she raised herself and on her silent command, rolled her panties down. She stepped out of them gracefully and as she lay back in the chair I brought her panties first to my nose and then to my mouth and sucked it. She grunted and I watched amused as she covered her pussy with the tip of her hair. She roughly took away her panties and threw it away and pulled my head down to her hair-framed pussy. I choked and went to work licking the hairs away and pushing my tongue in. I felt her leg move and play with my cock and I licked more fervently. She let out a deep moan and pressed my head and I went to work earnestly thrusting my tongue in and licking her pussy. Her raised leg came down and my head was placed in a vice between her legs as she let out a yelp. I was breathless and my head was held in a vice and then I felt her thighs relaxing and I gasped sucking air in. 

She bent over and kissed me full on my lips pushing her tongue in and went on her knees embracing me and I let myself be lost in her fold. 

" Now, you, my pet" she said and pushed me down to lie on my back. She put her feet across my hips and as I lay there between her feet as she slowly unbraided her hair letting it fall over her shoulders and also her back and it was such a luscious site that my cock throbbed with anticipation. She looked down at me and smiled as she lowered herself on to my cock. I felt her hands on my cock leading me in and it was pure ecstasy. A strange warmth engulfed my cock and as she moved up and down I moaned. She put her arms under her ample arms and offered them to me. I rose on my elbow and alternately took her nipples in my mouth. She continued moving up and down my shaft and my eyes looked at her desperately. She just smiled and slowed. When I could no longer restrain myself, she saw it in my eyes and shouted, "NOW."




Wet Dream Come True



The ancient, dusty cobweb expanded as the warm air tugged at its weakened skeletal fabric. A rumbling swelled within the confines of the underground station; a roaring sound interspersed with the 'click clack' of steel wheels hammering onto the next section of track. Like a bullet from a gun the train burst from the dark tunnel. The brakes squealed piercing the air.

The early morning travelers braced themselves for the onslaught to find a vacant seat.

Jason Faraday waited patiently. At twenty nine he had matured into a man of rugged appearance whom some would have called 'an Arnie look alike.'

Although, unlike Arnie's character, he was wondering if today he'd pluck up the courage to speak to his 'dream girl.' He'd seen her every Wednesday morning, for the past two months, traveling into central London. Standing impassively on the edge of the swelling crowd, his muscled physique unconsciously restrained the surrounding travelers from boarding first. 

She was there, wearing a lightweight, pale blue, summer dress with a high collar. The blue matched her eyes. Her coiffed fair hair allowed the air to cool her pale neck. He guessed she was in her mid twenties and a slender five foot eight inches.

The doors opened, disgorging a gruff looking, pin stripe suited, middle aged executive. Jason stepped inside and sat down opposite her. She did not appear to look up at him but continued reading her magazine.

The train doors 'shushed' and closed. The train lurched forward and stopped. There was a moment's pause.

Was that a glance in his direction?

The train rolled forward then jerked into motion. The young man standing slightly to his left was caught unawares and quickly tried to grasp the handrail above him. He collided with the woman beside him. His foot ground onto Jason's own.

"Sorry, sorry," he blurted effusively, trying to grab the rail and re-orientate his body and briefcase.

Over the top of her magazine she smiled at Jason. His heart leaped. He smiled and leaned forward.

"Traveling at this time of the day has its drawbacks," he said to her. "Unfortunately, I've got to be in the office for an important meeting. Do you need to be somewhere early for financial reasons as well?"

Before she could reply the carriage lights went out. The darkness collapsed in on their thoughts as there followed a tremendous bang and grinding metal mixed with shattering glass.

Silence.

Jason awoke to a black stillness. He had a thundering headache. He was aware that his body was bruised and that he probably had a broken left leg. The softness beneath him must have prevented further injury. He tried to move but found he could not.

It was then that the 'softness' beneath him moved and groaned.

The warmth from the person's moaning heated his groin and their head movement made his cock twitch.

'Thank goodness, that's okay,' he thought.

It occurred to him that the warmth permeating through the delicate, soft fabric beneath his own face must be that from another human being.

'Female? Definitely,' he mused. A 'soap like' scent brushed the edges of his regaining senses, although the smell of highly charged electricity and burnt rubber became more pungent.

He tried exerting pressure on his back to lift his body clear from this 'sexual' position. He was, after all, a gentleman and knew that once the woman was conscious any number of embarrassing misconceptions on her part might lead to charges of gross indecency against him.

He could not move more than a few inches. Whatever happened now was out of his hands. He grinned.

More moans then an awakening.

"Aghhh..." She murmured. There was cramped movement. Her brain clicked into gear.

"Are you hurt?" Jason asked.

"I don't think so. I ache in places but everything seems to be functioning okay. My arms and legs are pinned. There's also a heavy weight the length of my body. What happened? Are you alright?"

"Apart from a few bruises I'm fine," he acknowledged, realizing from her tone that he was on top of a young woman.

"Can you move from under me? It seems I'm pinned from above and I can't get off you."

She squirmed beneath him as he pushed upward. Her face brushed his flaccid penis. It twitched again.

'Oh, God,' he thought. 'Please do that again.'

"Umm... Jason?"

"Yes."

"Is that your face in my crotch?"

He hesitated before replying, "Yes, it is."

"And there's no way you can move your face away from my crotch?"

"I'm afraid not. It also means that my groin is directly over your mouth and the slightest movement... You know my name? Who are you?"

"My name's Sarah and I sat opposite you before... well, before the accident. I recognized your voice and realized it must be you."

His heart skipped a beat, his pulse quickening.

The girl of his dreams was beneath him. Was this his lucky day?

"But it still doesn't answer how you know my name?" He probed.

"I have to admit that I saw the name tag on your briefcase some weeks ago. I wanted to speak to you sooner but... well, I'm rather shy and really old fashioned about talking to complete strangers." She breathed. "Jason, your bulge is growing. I know you fancied me from the moment I saw you. It was in your eyes. I'm glad you spoke to me today. I thought it would never happen, though I hoped that it would."

"I do fancy you, Sarah. I have since I first saw you but I never dreamed of being in this position without some introduction first or at least by sharing a kiss."

Silence.

"You can," she breathed, huskily.

"I can what?" asked a bemused Jason.

She hesitated, then, after she had cleared her throat, "Kiss me."

"Kiss you? Kiss you how? Where..."

The bulge in his trousers grew bigger.

He blew a stream of cool air against her mons. "You mean you want me to kiss you here?" He queried.

"Yes I do. I don't expect you to understand but I have wished this moment to happen for a long time but only if you want to kiss me there. Although, judging by the bulge pressing into my face I'll take that to mean yes."

His left arm stretched forward to find the hem of her dress. As he did so he felt the hot breath from her mouth as she tried locating the tag to his fly zipper. The erotic sensation on his cock as the zipper edged downward stopped his movements.

"Jason? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Sarah. It's just... I mean... Do you really want this to happen? I mean... I don't want you to think that I do this with everyone."

"If what you really mean is that after I shall cry sexual assault then the answer is definitely no." With that she edged her face downwards, grasped the buckle to his trousers with her teeth and started to undo his belt. The next part was trickier but the top trouser clip eventually parted.

While Jason was slowly being undressed by a dexterous face in the dark he followed her lead and inched the dress up. He managed to get it up so far then it stuck.

"Sarah, I may have to tear your frock. Do you mind?" His chin nudged her mons.

"Do it Jason," she whispered, urgently.

The ripping sound echoed around them. Cool air touched her warm legs.

The same cool air drifted over his naked backside.

The scent of her nearly nude groin extended the bulge in his pants but she persevered and at last his erect cock sprang free.

His hands found the waistband to her light cotton thong. She lifted her bottom to allow their removal.

'A sure sign of consent,' he thought. Then he maneuvered the torn dress beneath her raised bottom so that the harsh coldness of whatever she lay upon did not cool her passion.

She shivered as his hands delicately caressed around the silky tops of her thighs between her pale stockings and naked shaven pussy.

He lowered his erection to her waiting lips: lips that her tongue wet quickly to allow him entry. She opened her mouth and enveloped his manhood. Indescribable warmth and wetness wrapped around his aching member.

He moaned and lowered his wet lips to her sweet musky pussy, delighted to sense in the darkness her lack of hair. She was able to inch her thighs open slightly to accept his kisses. He placed his forearms under her warm thighs and by resting on his elbows he parted her sensitive pussy lips. The aroma from her pussy flooded his senses as a small amount of moisture edged the lips of her vagina.

She groaned.

His tongue darted out and he tasted her sweetness.

'A taste like no other,' he thought.

He grew more adventurous and swept his tongue along the full length of her slit. A nub of flesh grazed his clean-shaven chin. His initial surprise at the half inch length of her clitoris soon gave way to his sexual lust. His tongue swiftly found it, flicked and encircled its length. He kissed it, sucked it and made love with his mouth to its protruding hardness as she raised her torso upward to meet the small, though demanding, thrusts of his cock.

Her small, intermittent moans grew to a wail as she suddenly climaxed. Jason allowed himself the luxury of exploding his semen down her throat. She swallowed hard, tasting his salty bitter-sweetness.

After their lovemaking he rested his head on the warmth of her upper thigh.

"Hello, anyone there?" A voice from the darkness demanded.

Together they shouted, "Help. Over here." Then an awful thought hit them both. Should they be rescued immediately how would they best explain their position?

They rearranged their clothing as properly as they could under the difficult conditions. Rescue did not come as quickly as they had dreaded. Cutting gear was brought over to their carriage and an hour later they were freed and taken by ambulance to hospital.

**********

Jason's stay in hospital lasted longer than he would have wanted. The bruising around his forehead was a cause for concern and he was detained for forty-eight hours in case of complications.

Sarah never visited him. He felt guilty, lonely and hurt by her absence. Had he lost her forever? He'd had the presence of mind to put his business card into her dress pocket before they were rescued. Would she phone?

As the weeks turned into months he felt the answer was increasingly likely to be no.

Three months after the accident, as September crept up on his busy work schedule, he was in his office planning the month's workload when the phone rang.

"Jason Faraday speaking, how may I help you?"

"By closing and locking your office door," a husky woman's voice spoke in his ear. "Then I want you to sit down in your comfortable executive leather chair and listen to what I have to say."

"Sarah? Is that you Sarah?"

"Jason, do as I have asked and then I will explain."

He put the phone down then shut and quietly locked the office door.

"Sarah, I've done what you asked. Where have you been? Did I do something or say..."

"Quiet," the voice commanded. "You will be quiet until I give you permission to speak. Is that clearly understood or I put the phone down, now?"

"Okay, Sarah okay. I understand."

"I'm at work, Jason. I work in an office, along with twenty other girls. We all provide a service to men who get off on our ability to 'perform' for them on the phone; telephone sex. Do you understand the term? A simple yes or no will do."

"Yes," replied Jason, falling into the rhythm of her performance. Realization was beginning to dawn.

"Unzip your fly and take out your cock."

"What?"

"Do it now," commanded Sarah.

He did as he was told.

"Close your eyes and focus on the sound of my voice. Concentrate intently on what I say. Will you?"

"Yes."

"Hold and stroke your cock rhythmically to what I say. Do not try to force your sexual emotions through before the end of my story. You will come when I say you can come. Do you agree?"

"Yes."

"I did not want you to find out about my job. I was ashamed. But then I realized I was being selfish. You gave me comfort at a time when I needed and wanted you desperately. I'm sorry I waited so long to call you. I'm equally sorry if I have hurt you in any way by not being there for you... I love you, but you need to know the truth and by knowing the truth you may not want me. I need to give back something to you, that is why I rang you today. Are you stroking your lovely cock?"

"Yes."

"What I am about to tell you is a true story that happened to me. I have told no one this before. Do not interrupt me.

I was eighteen when my stepfather arrived home early one summer's afternoon. My mother was out. He seduced me, tied me to my mother's bed and raped me. Now, unlike other rape stories you may have heard, you will probably be surprised to hear that I enjoyed what he did to me.

I wanted more and more but each time I had to be tied up to fully enjoy our lovemaking.

Mother eventually found out and threw me out of the house. That's when I had to make my own way in the world. I have my own apartment. I've a few close friends but more importantly I believe I have you.

I'm about to describe to you in intimate detail everything, every emotion that swept through me on that first occasion my stepfather made love to me. He was a big man, like you, and I want you to visualize yourself as him. You are he and I am going to make love to you over the phone.

At first we talked. He was an easy listener. He invited me to have a small glass of white wine with him. That led to another then he kissed me gently on the lips. My heart fluttered beneath my flimsy cotton print frock. He lifted me up with his hands under my elbows and wrapped his warm arms around me hugging me to his body.

It was the first show of affection I had received from anyone in years. A tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. He broke away from me and kissed my tear-streaked cheeks then my lips. I was in heaven. Here was my mother's 'Prince Charming' giving me attention. I responded. I crushed my mouth to his, returning his kiss with equal passion. He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me through to their bedroom where he laid me on the bed. Turning around he locked the door.

I wasn't intoxicated, just floating on cloud nine when he began rolling my light summer frock up and over my head. That's when I panicked. That's when the enormity of what I was about to do and the consequences that could follow overrode any feeling of affection or sexual stimulation that had just occurred.

As my frock came free I dived for the key to the door on the bedside table. He was faster and threw me back onto the bed. I twisted and turned. I truly struggled to break free from his grasp but in the end both my hands and legs were tied by some of my mother's long chiffon scarves to the four corners of the big bed. I lay panting, squirming in my cotton briefs and teenage bra, quietly glaring at him.

He casually undressed and came up between my outstretched legs. In his hand was a pair of scissors that swiftly cut their way through the remainder of my clothing. I was naked before his gaze.

His erection was enormous. Are you erect, Jason?"

"Yes," he said dryly, into the phone as she continued her story.

"You are as big as he was Jason. He straddled my naked breasts. One hand stroked his rigid cock the other caressed my breasts. His big hand stroked and fingered my hard nipples until they were so sensitive that I closed my eyes and groaned with pleasure.

He continued to torture my breasts with his exquisite touch. At last as the palm of his hand brushed the top surface of my left nipple, I came. I climaxed through sheer pleasure from his touch. My torso shivered deliciously beneath him. He understood my body more than I ever could at that age.

He stopped stroking his erection and stood above me. I licked my lips and he twisted around, almost sat on my face then kneeling forward he caressed my lower belly down towards my wanton opening. Yes, wanton Jason. I wanted him inside me. I wanted that huge cock pounding, thrusting and sliding along my sensitive love tunnel. Instead I licked my lips, thrust my head up and allowed him to place the head of his circumcised cock into my wet mouth.

He went down onto my wet pussy like a dog after a rabbit down a burrow. His tongue slaked my licentious slit from every angle. He tongue fucked me while slipping his broad, wet index finger easily into my arse. I moved my lithe teenage torso to a sexual dance on the end of his finger. I climaxed again, amazed at how easily my emotions could be ignited by his arousal of my tightly bound body.

I tried everything I could think of to make him come in my mouth. It was only as a last resort that I gritted my teeth and raked them along the length of his engorged cock that he removed his cock from my mouth, twisted around and jerked off over my tits. He exploded and the hot semen landing on my breasts and upper body felt like droplets of hot candle wax.

He hadn't finished with my young naked flesh. He used a towel from the dresser to wipe me clean then rolled me over onto my tummy. He applied some gel liberally around my asshole then slowly pushed a small, cool dildo with a silver coated head into my arse. As I felt every inch penetrate my inner sanctum he turned me onto my back, spread my legs; licked my pussy for a short time while stroking his cock.

He placed his body over mine in the 'missionary' position then by rubbing his cock along the length of my wet slit he aroused himself further. Inch by glorious inch he slid into me and past my hymen with considerable ease. His cock was huge and with the dildo in my arse I experienced double the pleasure. Once his entire shaft was inside me he lay still for a moment then began nibbling my right nipple. I jerked my body violently as the sensitive bud produced a stabbing sensation flowing down to my groin. My vaginal muscles contracted around his cock and he moved his lower torso toward and away from my lustful body. I rode him as he rode me; at first to a gentle trot, then a canter, then at full gallop. He would thrust forward and I would contract my vaginal muscles sweetly around his slippery shaft. He moved back and I relaxed my muscles. Sweetly it continued.

From somewhere in my head as we gazed directly into each others eyes I heard words coming from my mouth that surprised and excited even me.

'Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder, hard in my cunt. God, I'm gonna come. I'm coming all over your cock. I want you to come. Please come in me. Come on, come. Come. Come. Aghhh...'

I climaxed intensely. His cock grew so large that I thought it would explode and it did. With a groan he pulsed mightily inside me and filled me with his hot semen.

Are you close to coming too, Jason?"

"Yes."

"Picture us together on that same bed with my head in your lap. You are tied to the bed. Your slippery cock is in my mouth. My delicate hands encircle your throbbing erection. Up and down. Up and down. You are close to coming. I bury your cock deep down in my throat..."

"I'm gonna come," said Jason, suddenly into the phone.

"Then cum, Jason. Cum into the warmth of my throat. Thrust faster. Jerk faster... faster. Cum in me..." Sarah whispered urgently, huskily.

Jason ejaculated into the wad of tissue papers he'd prepared earlier. He put the phone down on the desk while re-arranging his clothing.

When he picked it up again the connection was dead.

The door handle turned and rattled.

He unlocked the door and resumed his office routine as though nothing had happened.

**********

Jason could not get her out of his head. For days after he made inquiries at every telephone sex outlet in the city but was told that employee details were confidential.

He stood forlornly beside the railway track the following Thursday morning. He resembled, in some ways, the broken strands of the ancient cobweb fluttering fiercely from the rush of air pushed forward by an approaching train.




Wet Dream Come True



It burst into view, roaring its presence and shrieked to a halt.

The doors opened and before him stood Sarah.

She moved into his open arms as the boarding commuters pushed and shoved their way onto the train. He held her close and whispered in her ear, "Don't ever leave me again."

"I'm yours," she smiled, "for as long as you'll have me."

They kissed for the first time. They held that kiss long after the train doors had closed and it had hummed then roared its way into the next tunnel.

Eventually they broke free. Gazing wistfully at one another they walked hand in hand through the exit.

Above them, attached to the exit sign, a new, stronger web was silently being spun.



Wet Dream Come True



I ejaculated in short bursts and I lay back exhausted. She slowly got up and stoo d over me with her cum dripping out of her cunt on to my cock. Then she came forward and when my head was between her legs she slowly lowered herself with her hair cascading over my face and her pussy pressing on to my lips. A strange feeling came over me and I licked her clean to another orgasm and I knew I was no more mine but HERS.



Wet Dream Friday



Even though he was late - the knock on the door startled me and jolted me out of my thoughts.

I'd been thinking (not for the first time) that having our meeting on Friday afternoons was not a wise idea. I'd had the hots for him since I first saw him - but my "Gaydar" isn't great at the best of times. Made worse by the fact that while I masturbate every weekday evening - I try not to cum later in the week and play with pee only - no orgasms. I love the way it makes me feel really horny by Saturday. I glanced at my suitcase in the corner and felt my cock swell as I thought of being with my three hot buddies for the weekend again.

By Fridays almost anything makes my cock hard - and he's really cute. He's got a gorgeous wide smile - I'd already surmised that (like me) he's not pure ethnic Chinese. He's very bright and enthusiastic - but also has an air of mischief and of being both knowing and innocent.

I said to come in - I was sitting in one of the low black leather armchairs in my study and tried to relax. He was holding his backpack - as usual dressed in just a tee shirt and light blue jeans, He gave me one of his brilliant smiles.

"Sorry I'm late professor."

I felt my cock stirring and checked that my suit jacket would conceal my inevitable erection. I smiled and tried to concentrate on only looking at his face. As often before - the thought crossed my mind of what it would be like to have his sexy mouth around my cock while his beautiful wide eyes looked up at me from under his long eyelashes. I smiled.

"No worries Qing ... have a seat ... how's your week been?"

As he turned to shut the door I couldn't resist quickly glancing at the tight pants over his firm round backside. I could feel my cock swelling. I guessed he'd run to get here - he was breathing hard and his nostrils were wide. I wondered if that was how he'd look making love - I tried to think of something else.

We discussed progress with the paper he's working on - as usual I tried to be professional but supportive. What I find most difficult is being totally natural towards Qing - not being over-friendly but also not being cold and unfriendly either - it's hardly his fault I happen to "have the hots" for him.

After half an hour or so I managed to concentrate more on his work and push my lustful thoughts about him to the back of my mind. Though it didn't help that I had quite a full bladder which always makes me feel horny.

Qing shifted in his seat looking uncomfortable - The temperature was fine for me in a suit - but I realized I'd left the thermostat set quite low. I prefer to dress formally - mostly because I'm one of the youngest university staff and not very tall plus I look young - so the suit makes me look less like a student.

"Sorry - bit chilly - turn down the air con" I said.

"It's really OK for me ... I'm fine" he replied.

I glanced at the goose bumps on his arms and smiled.

"You don't look very warm - it's next to the door"

He hesitated - seeming to be thinking of something else to say - then moved quickly. As he stood up I saw the distinct bulge in the front of his jeans - I felt my own erection twitch as I studiously tried to look elsewhere. I stole a furtive glance at him as he returned - no sign of an erection now. I guessed it had just been my fevered imagination before.

Qing still looked uncomfortable as he sat down. I saw he had a look of concentration and then his face start going red. It was only a small damp spot above his crotch but very obvious. I knew I should just ignore it - but I was looking right at it as he groaned and the wet patch in his jeans spread.

I felt my cock straining with excitement and tried to think of something to say. He looked really mortified and embarrassed - I wondered if I should offer him some spare pants from my case - but he's a bit taller than me so they'd probably not fit. I still hesitated as the awkward silence dragged on - I guessed he'd been in too much of a rush to go to the toilet. 

Then I noticed the clear outline of his shaft swelling in his tight jeans - this time there was no doubt. I realized that despite the humiliation he couldn't prevent what he'd just done making him horny. The temptation was too great - I flipped back the bottom of my suit jacket above my erection. I grinned at him.

"Good Idea - I need a toilet break to."

His eyes locked onto the tent in my suit trousers as I relaxed. I moaned as I felt my piss spurting out into my pants.

"But then I am very keen on Watersports."

I saw the bulge in his jeans grow more as his gaze flicked between my crotch and my face.

"So am I" he said thickly.

I felt the urge in my cock and bladder building again - as more pee squirted through the fabric covering my cock I said.

"I really love the feeling of hot pee on my balls ... do you find that enjoyable as well?"

He grinned at me and moaned as I saw a new shiny wet patch form higher up his jeans and dark streaks appear around the bulge of his balls between his legs.

"Oh Yea!" he moaned.

"Do you like piss play with other guys?" I asked - trying to sound casual.

He hesitated - then looked me in the eyes.

"I think I'd want to."

I stood up discarding my suit jacket and went over to lock the door. He stood up and we both rather awkwardly removed our shoes. I brushed my lips gently against his as I undid the fly of my trousers. I lowered his zip and reached inside for his warm wet shaft - realizing that (like me) he didn't have underpants on. I squeezed my cock in though the front of his tight jeans - rolling back his foreskin as I got his inside my own pants as well.

I felt the lovely ache in my groin as I lifted off his top. I began playing with his small hard nipples as he undid the buttons of my shirt. We kissed softly on the lips for a while as I felt the urge in my cock grow. Our tongues began eagerly exploring each other's mouths - I moaned in pleasure as I felt my piss spurting out of me into his pants.

As we kissed passionately Qing groaned in my mouth - his pee sprayed hot against my skin inside my trousers. I gasped in pleasure at the feeling of him soaking my balls and his piss trickling down the inside of my legs.

I undid the waist button of his jeans and reached round the back of him down his ass crack. I guided him to raise one of his legs on the chair arm as I used my finger to massage his warm wet hole. With the other hand I undid my trousers and let them drop to the floor. 

I stepped back out of my pants - it took him longer to remove his tight jeans. His beautiful slim naked body was just as I'd imagined him - his crotch was shaved smooth with his proud erection pointing almost straight up pulling his balls tight.

"You're Gorgeous!" I said.

I loved the hungry look in his eyes as he gazed at my body - staring at my groin - he grinned.

"Sexy Bush! ... How you keep him hidden?"

I've seen and played with plenty of cocks bigger than mine - but I know that compared to my body size it looks quite large. I smiled at him.

"With great difficulty when you're around!"

I used my hands to play with my own nipples and moved slightly closer towards him. I pushed and a jet of piss shot up from my cock - splashing his chest.

I said, "That shows he likes you!"

His hands spread my pee over his nipples.

"Neat Trick!"

I laughed as I took hold just below my cock head and started wanking myself. 

"It does help break the ice at parties!"

"Must be real hot parties!" he giggled.

He began wanking himself - I noticed he was pulling his foreskin back quite far and fast over his cute shiny pink cock head. I moved towards him and we started kissing again - I rolled back his foreskin and held our cocks together with both hands. I positioned our cocks so my pee slit was just under the tip of the head of his cock. He gave a muffled moan in my mouth as I let go a strong jet of piss. 

His pee squirted up between our bodies - still kissing we started fondling each other's wet balls. I loved the way I could feel his cock twitching with excitement as I stroked it and he played with mine. I moved back a bit and leaned forward to lick his nipple - tweaking the other one and wanking him at the same time.

I aimed my cock at his balls and sprayed them with piss - he moaned in pleasure as I knelt down in front of him. I guided him to rest one foot on the couch as I licked his tight wet sack. I loved the faint taste of pee as I started sucking him and reached beneath his body to slip one finger into his ass hole. After a while I looked up at him as I wanked his cock and fingered him.

"Give me a drink."

I closed my lips around his shaft and pushed two fingers into his ass - He groaned as I felt his piss spurt into my mouth. flicking my tongue under the head of his cock I tasted more of his pee - holding it in my mouth. I stood up and we kissed - his piss flowed from my mouth into his while we wanked each other's cocks.

He still had one foot on the couch as I moved round behind him. I put my cock at the top of his cute ass crack and let go a jet of pee up his back. Then I pushed my shaft down to squirt directly onto his hole and knelt down behind him. I licked the back of his piss wet balls as I reached under him to play with his cock. He moaned in pleasure as I began flicking his sexy ass ring with my tongue. I switched between licking him and pushing my tongue inside him - also blowing onto his hole. He giggled.

"Hey Professor - shouldn't I be the one licking your ass?"

"Good Idea," I said, "You can suck my penis while you're down there - lie down on the couch."

I climbed over him 69. As I got his lovely cock in my mouth again I let go a spurt of pee on his chest then felt his lips around my shaft. I could feel myself squirting more piss as we sucked each other and I tasted more of his juice. I moved down a bit and we licked each other's balls - then I felt his hot wet tongue eagerly working on my hole. We swapped between sucking and rimming each other both making sounds of animal pleasure.

"I've got condoms and lube in my case," I said.

I went over to my suitcase as he moved to kneel on all fours on the couch - his arm reaching back to finger his ass.

"Are you clear?" he asked.

"Yea - sure," I replied.

"I'm definitely OK - not easy to piss wearing a rubber?" he said.

I hesitated - but just got the tube of lube and my butt-plug from my case.

I went to stand by his head - resting my foot on the couch I put my cock in his mouth. As he eagerly sucked me I spread lube on the butt-plug and reached behind me. I groaned in pleasure as I pushed it into my ass and felt piss spurting out of me into his mouth. I moved back and knelt behind him - the sight of his lovely smooth ass cheeks made my cock twitch with desire. He glanced over at my suitcase.

"So what do you do weekends?" he asked.

As I pushed down my cock - spraying pee onto the back of his cute tight balls I said, "I guess the words 'Fucking' ...", I worked lube into his puckered hole, "Plus 'My Brains Out' spring to mind."

I began pressing my cock head against his ass ring - tweaking his nipple. With my other hand I pulled his foreskin forward - holding it closed between my thumb and finger. I began to push.

"talking of which!" 

As his ass relaxed I felt his foreskin swell - his piss sprayed out while my shaft slid deep into his warm body. He groaned - reaching between his legs to touch my balls.

"Ahh - feels so hot!" 

I leaned forward over him - rolling back his foreskin to gently rub his cock head with my lubed hand while I began slowly moving in and out.

"What do you do weekends?" I asked.

"not much ... your's sounds more fun!" he said.

I fucked him a bit quicker - switching to wanking him using his foreskin. It makes me horny talking during sex - especially while doing something more animal.

I asked, "Are you more Gay or Bi?"

"I guess I may be Bi ... You?" he panted.

By now I was pumping his ass fast - getting near to cumming and loving the feeling of rutting with him like a wild beast. His cock was still rock hard as I played with it - I panted.

"Reckon I'm Bi ... like sex with both at the same time ... want to see your face."

I pulled out of his body and he moved to sit on the couch - eagerly raising his legs. I knelt down in front of him and easily got my cock back inside him as he did a spurt of piss up his body. I thrusted slowly as I wanked his shaft while tweaking his nipple with my other hand.

I moved my body a bit lower so my cock head was pressed up inside him - I watched his face as I adjusted my position. He gasped and I began slowly moving up and down massaging his P spot inside him and gently stroking his throbbing cock.

His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily - I felt his ass ring tighten around my shaft and moved my hand away from his cock. I saw the dreamy look in his eyes as I tried to keep him just on the edge - rolling his foreskin back from his shiny swollen cock head.

He began whimpering and moaning in pleasure - I gave his shaft a gentle stroke as I pushed hard. I felt my piss begin jetting out inside him - he groaned and I felt his ass ring start rhythmically squeezing my cock. His first spurt of cum shot right over his head - his body jerked as more semen squirted up from him. I carried on peeing full stream inside him as I looked into his eyes while he orgasmed. He sighed.

"Wow - that was awesome!"

I stood up - reaching behind me as I pushed the butt-plug out of my ass. I grinned at him.

"I like being fucked while I'm fucking ... want to try this in your ass while you fuck me?"

He smiled and nodded - lifting his legs higher as I pushed the butt-plug into his ass - some of my piss leaking out from him as I did it. He lowered his legs and I knelt above his lap facing him. His cock was still hard as I lowered myself onto it - I moaned in pleasure as his shaft entered my body and I felt myself spraying pee up his body.

..

The knock on the door startled me and jolted me out of my daydream. I realized that I'd been rubbing my cock while I'd been fantasising about Qing and noticed the damp spot of pre-cum on my trousers. I hastily adjusted my suit jacket to hide my raging erection. 

"Come in Qing!" I said - not for the first time thinking that having our meeting on Friday afternoons wasn't very wise.



Wet Dreaming



Wet Dreaming

[AUTHORS' NOTE: The following is a collaboration between Salvor-Hardon and impressive (a/k/a "Imp"). They've come together to bring you a short he-said/she-said fantasy inspired by a forum avatar. Enjoy!]





Wet Dreams



The dreams had become more frequent, but I didn't really think nothing of it til they hit me when I was wide awake... Hot wet day dreams! I wanted to feel him deep in side me. Oh my god, what the hell was I thinking! I didn't need this shit in my life right now... He was married, We had to stop this, and I tried, HA! It didn't work.

It all started as playful flirting, then I made the mistake of letting him know how I felt, to my surprise he felt the same about me. The teasing went on for weeks, I'd get wet just thinking about it. The conversation got serious, we decided this couldn't happen, too many people could get hurt..... Then came the playful flirting again, I couldn't stop myself, I wanted him so bad i could taste it.

This went on for weeks and weeks, and then one day I went to see him at work , BIG mistake on my part. I made myself look good for him, tight jeans, low cut top, make-up, not the way I usually look. I even sprayed perfume where it wasn't intended to go, I was asking for trouble, and boy did I get it....

Every one had already left for the day. I got brave or just plain stupid, he ask for a peek at my tits, so I flashed him! He turned red and I did too, it suddenly got very hot on that cool fall day. It was only me and him on the parking lot of his job that day, and I was hopping for things to heat up even more!

I was so nervous and hot by this time I ask did he have the keys so I could go back in for a drink of water. He unlocked the building for me and as I passed by him to go back in he grabbed my shoulders, that's all it took, a shock went through me, I could feel my body quiver, my knees got weak. He told me he would stand at the door outside so we wouldn't get in any deeper than we already were, I was kinda disappointed. As I turned to walk out he was there in the building right in front of me! I almost knocked him down...LOL

At this point, I guess he kinda forgot about his wife, and maybe the thought of losing his job never crossed his mind? And by this time all I could think of was feeling his hot throbbing cock deep inside me.... I had to walk by him as I headed out the door, I figured i'd tease him a little more so, I whispered in his ear "I want you". To my surprise, he grabbed me and kissed me, it was a long hot passionate kiss, our tongues swirled, and I gently bit his lower lip, he broke away from the kiss , I thought maybe he didn't like it, then he said "are you sure this is what you want?"

I was in shock, I never thought it would really go this far, just nodded my head as to say yes. He grabbed my hand and lead me to his office , he looked in my eyes and asked once again "are you sure?" I took a deep breath and said "yes."

He ask me if I was alright, he said I seemed a little nervous? I told him I was a little nervous and kinda hot, He laughed. I lied, I was very nervous and extremely horny. As he locked the office door I took a seat in the chair at his desk, he began to rub my neck and shoulders, I said " I don't need that kinda massage for the type of stress I have." His reply was "sorry!" And he reached down the back of my shirt and unhooked my bra , he began kissing my neck as he slid his hands down the front of my shirt and began rubbing my already hard nipples, I had waited for this for so long, now it was happening I didn't know what to do.......

That morning before I left the house I put on my sexy black lace panties with the thought this thing we had might go a little further, well there was no need for them any more they where already soaked. I told him , he got to see mine, it was only fair that I should see his too. It took him about 2 seconds to come out of his pants. He was fully erect, his big hard cock pointed straight to the ceiling.

I wanted to taste him so bad, I placed both hands around his cock and began to stroke him, I licked my lips , placed them around the head of his dick , swirled my tongue around and got my first taste of his pre-cum. I began sucking and stroking him with my hand at the same time, I removed my hand allowing him to fuck my mouth, he grabbed my hair and slid his dick as far as it would go, I had to back off, I was about to choke and besides that, I didn't want him to cum yet. My hot wet pussy was throbbing aching to be filled. 

I got up from the chair and sit on his desk, to be closer in his reach. He put his hands on my hips and slid them up my sides, my shirt had buttons but he decided to go the easy rout and pull it off over my head, my bra slid down my shoulders, there I was in full view, and he was taking it all in. I'm pretty sure he liked the view.

He cupped my breast with both hands and began swirling his tongue around the nipple of my right one then to my left, he was gently biting my nipple. He knew I liked this, we had talked about this before, I told him a little pain is good...... 

He was kissing and licking his way down my stomach, I began to quiver and a slight moan came from my lips, he look up at me and gave this evil little grin, I had to come out of my jeans , I wanted to feel his hot breath on my wet pussy! 

He undid the button of my jeans and slid the zipper down, I lifted my hips into the air so he could pull them down, I pulled my shoes off and then my jeans where gone too.... And there I was sitting on his desk in nothing but my black lacey panties, I pulled them to the side to allow him better view of my wet swollen clit.

He began kissing my stomach again going down further and further til he was there licking and sucking my very wet pussy lips. He inserted one finger then two "OH GOD!" I screamed, I couldn't help it , I was shaking uncontrollably as I came all over his fingers. He gave it one more lick and decided I needed to taste my on juices , he kissed me, this turned me on so much, I demanded in a whisper "fuck me now..."

He lifted me off the desk, spun me around forcefully and bent me over the desk. I thought, ok, he's gonna fuck me from behind, this is good...... He slid just head in at first slow and easy, and the with one hard deep thrust he was all the way in, I don't think anyone has ever went that far before. He then said "the teasing is over now, are you ready?" I didn't say a word my moaning became a cry of pain, the pain then passed and I was screaming for more.... 

"Oh yeah baby fuck me harder!" 

I could feel my pussy contracting around his big hard cock. I was cumming again, my body was tingling all over, he began pumping faster and faster , I could tell he was about to come. He was moaning and thrusting harder, he then pulled out and shot his hot thick gooey load all over my ass cheeks. He leaned over me grabbed a hand full of my hair kissed me hard , and handed me a box of tissue from his desk.

This was a wet dream cum true.



Wet Dreams



The slight jerking motion of the boat, as it tugged up against its' mooring lines, awakened me. Wet gray light filtered through the thin nylon curtains which covered the two small portholes in the bow of the boat. It was one of those chilly wet winter mornings that are common along the coast.

The not quite double bed-sized bunk, across the front of the cabin, was a little cramped for the two of us, but it was a nice morning for snuggling so I pulled the covers up over my shoulders and snuggled closer to Walt.

Yesterday afternoon, on the spur of the moment, Walt and I decided to spend the night on our boat. We weren't planning on taking it out, but if the weather remained good we might just take a turn around the bay. The rain beating on the deck over head stifled that idea.

Walt stirred as I snuggled closer to his warm body. I turned onto my side and gave him a soft kiss on his bristly cheek then I laid back with my head next to his. We lay quietly for a few minutes until Walt turned onto his side. He kissed my cheek and our mouths met in a hungry kiss. I could feel his dick pressing against my thigh.

Without breaking our kiss, I pushed him back onto his back and rolled myself up on my side. His sensitive nipples leaped to hard little points as I rubbed my hand over his hairy chest. My hand slipped down across his stomach to his crotch. He spread his thighs slightly as my hand cupped his warm furry balls.

"Oh, gawd, Paulie, that feels good." I was gently rubbing his walnut sized nuts around in their furry sac.

My hand moved up and my fingers wrapped around his dick. It filled my hand. "Hmm, you must be glad to see me."

Walt laughed and pushed himself into a sitting position, "Oh, geez, Paulie, you know that's just a piss hard-on." He swung his leg over me. As he did so, his cock and ball sac dragged across my belly. He stood beside the bunk, "I've got to go pee."

"Hurry back." I admired his butt as he walked across the cabin to the passageway which led to the stern of our cabin cruiser. A glow of a lamp and the whine of a blower preceded the click of the door to the small head.

When he returned to the bunk, I stopped him before he could get in. "You look particularly handsome this morning." After lightly caressing his soft cock, I lifted the head to my lips. It tasted slightly metallic from his urine, but when you love a man you accept all of him - his moods, how he smells and how he tastes.

His soft cock slipped into my mouth and his balls rested against my chin. As I sucked him, his cock began to swell and grow and fill my mouth. I'll never get enough of that. It's almost my favorite part of sucking cock. Walt put his hand on my head, "Lay back, Paulie."

Walt got onto his knees on the bunk. He straddled my shoulders. His wet cock dangled inches above my face. I looked up at my man, "Feed me." Then I opened my mouth and extended my tongue. Walt held his cock. I closed my lips around his thick veiny cockshaft as he pushed his rapidly hardening mantool into my eager mouth.

He pulled back so I could lick, suck, nibble and swab his succulent cockhead. Walt groaned as I used the tip of my tongue to rub and tap the sensitive rim of his cockhead. After licking up and down the underbelly of Walt's cockshaft, he moved forward so I could take each of his balls into my mouth.

I kept my hand wrapped around Walt's hard dick as I sucked and bathed his nuts. He got harder and a little longer. When I finished with the nut bath, I pushed myself up in the bunk. "Fuck my mouth, Lover."

I guided his cock back into my mouth. Walt held my head as he began to move his hips. He pushed his hard-on deeper and deeper into my mouth. His cockhead entered my throat as I relaxed and accepted all of his manhood.

Walt kept up a steady face fuck - long slow strokes deep into my mouth and throat and then a slow pull back until the rim of his cockhead tugged at my lips. I kept the flat of my tongue pressed hard against the underbelly of his cock as he stroked in and out. When I could, I used the tip of my tongue to stimulate his cockhead.

His veiny hardness felt good as it slipped through my lips. Walt's balls would bump my chin when I completely swallowed his cock. Soon his strokes became faster and the face fuck rhythm became erratic and more urgent. I could also feel his cock becoming more rigid. I prepared myself for the best part about sucking cock.

Walt straightened up and pulled his cock back from my throat. He held my head as he gave my mouth a couple of small thrusts then he began to cum in steady spurts of thick warm man cream. I savored and tasted his cum before swallowing it.

I love the feel of Walt's cum flowing through his cock and pulsing into my mouth.

The spurting slowly subsided and I reluctantly released his cock. He grinned down at me as he wiped his cockhead across my lips, "Paulie, no one has ever sucked my cock like you do."

I milked his cock and squeezed a drop of cum onto the tip. After sucking his cockhead clean, I grinned up at him, "I'm glad. I love being your cocksucker."

He moved around so he was lying beside me. He wiped a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth, "You're the best." He wiped the cum drop across my lips then we shared another deep mouth probing kiss.

After resting for a few minutes, I pushed myself so I was leaning over him, "I can't get enough of you, Lover." My hand slid down to his crotch, "And you apparently can't get enough of me. You're ready to go again."

Walt laughed, "That's true. But let's see to you." His hand slipped down to my crotch. He gently fondled me, "You're wet. And ready. Lie back. I want you."

"I want you too. Let's 69 first."

He grinned, "O.K. Me on top?"

"Yes, you on top, so I can take you deep into my throat."

I scooted around in the bunk and Walt positioned himself on his hands and knees. When he covered me his ball sac was right above my mouth. I licked his nuts as he touched me. He turned his head to look at me, "Lie back and enjoy this, Paulie. Don't worry about pleasing me. I want you to enjoy every second as I eat you."

He gently touched me as he turned back to my crotch. I sighed to myself, ‘This is starting off to be a wonderful weekend.' I moaned out loud as Walt took my throbbing and painfully hard seven inch cock deep into his warm cocksucking mouth.



Wet Dreams



This story is told in first person, as it is my true story.

I worked with a guy that was a few years older then me. We would talk during our breaks and such. One day I told him I had a dream about him. He asked what kind and I told him to use his imagination. He said he would have to act on it if he did. Later that day, I bumped into him and told him I wouldn't mind if he acted on it. I left him with my phone number and address. I didn't think he would show up. 

The next day he comes over. We sit on the couch for a moment and talk. Both of us nervous. We get on the subject of my bed. I tell him I have a king size waterbed. He says he's never seen a waterbed that big, so I invite him to look. Once we get in the bedroom, we start to loosen up a bit. He reached for me, pulling me to his lips. 

I can feel his body against mine. His hard cock poking me through our pants. We lay on the bed, still kissing. He pulls my shirt off and kisses his way down to my nipples. His hot, wet tongue flicking my hard nipples. He gently teases them with his teeth while his hands find the way to my already wet pussy. He takes my pants off and his tongue caresses my clit bringing me to cum. 

When I wiggled my way out of his grip I reached for the button on his pants while bringing my mouth closer to his. Finally while our tongues exploring each others mouths, I gently stroked his erection before bringing it to my mouth. He looses his breath as pleasure sweeps over him. I tease the tip of his cock with my tongue, flicking it gently before sucking him. He reaches down and plays with my pussy while I continue to suck him. When he strokes my clit, I suck harder, not wanting him to stop. He tells me he's about to cum, so I slow my sucking to just gently licking the tip of his penis. 

I want him to cum, but not just yet. I want to have more fun with him first. When I am certain that he won't cum yet, I start sucking again. He lowers his mouth to my pussy again. As he's eating me, I continue to suck his hard cock. I take all of it in. I reach my hand up and play with his balls while I suck. He moans even louder, as if he's ready to cum again. I stop sucking for a moment. This makes him look at me. Almost as if begging me not to stop. 

I maneuver my body to be on top of him. I rub my pussy over his hard cock. He inhales deeply, as if expecting me to start fucking him at that moment. But not yet. I'm still having fun. I lean down and kiss him. Then I make my way to his ears, kissing and sucking on them. Then his neck. I make my way down to his penis again. I take all of it in my mouth, suck for a moment, then look at him. The look on his face shows me that he could cum at any moment still. 

I make my way back up to where my pussy and his cock meet. I gently sit on it and start to fuck him. Both of us feel as if we could cum this instance. I start to fuck him faster, pushing my hips down farther making his cock go in deeper. It feels so good inside me. I start to cum again. He realizes this and moves his hips along with mine, this making his cock go in as deep as it can with me riding him. After I cum, I slow down. He rolls us to where he's on top. He wants to cum, but he says he wants to have his fun with me first. 

He fucks me harder, making me moan, almost scream, "God...yes...right there....fuck me harder..". He's found my weakness as he takes one of my legs over his shoulder while slamming his hard cock inside me. I come to orgasm again. He's getting close to cumming now. I reach my hand around to play with his balls while he's fucking me. As I gently hold on to his balls, he cums. When he's done, he puts me leg down and falls on top of me completely. Both of us out of breath and sweaty, spent for the day and late for work. He tells me he wants to fuck me from behind. I tell him to wait until next time and he can fuck me anyway he wants. 

That was our first meeting. We have since met 3 more times and plan on meeting plenty more times. Our meetings are sexual only, being as we are both in other serious relationships. 



Wet Dreams



Edited by Natural Beauty.

The following story is an erotic fictional work. Relating to the adventures of a team of highly classified US Air Force personnel as they explore the Galaxy through an alien device known as the Stargate. Metro Goldwyn Mayer copyrights the characters portrayed. The story is intended for non-commercial enjoyment of mature readers. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred.

Author's note: My thanks are given to Natural Beauty for the able assistance given in the editing of this story.





Wet Dreams



"This is a list of all personnel assigned to the base; they should all be wearing ID tags. Taking the list Daniel and Teal'c left the group. Svetlana returned to the console and continued working. After watching Teal'c and Daniel leave O'Neill turned and said,

"So what about the gate?"

"It's an outgoing wormhole: but it doesn't make sense: the E. M. protocols cuts off the dialling device. If the protocol was enacted yesterday; where has the outgoing wormhole been drawing its power from since then?"

Sam replied,

"We've seen one draw its power from its source destination."

"Of course the black hole incident."

Exasperated O'Neill inquired,

"Is there anything you don't know?"

Ignoring their retorts Svetlana continued working at the console, shocked she retorted,

"What were they doing?"

Rising from her chair she pushed past O'Neill and Carter as she ran from the room, they both followed her as she ran into another room just off the main control room. They watched as she climbed on top of the large vat and opened an inspection hatch, which was situated at its top.

"It's gone!"

O'Neill and Carter where standing at the base of the ladder looking up at Svetlana O'Neill called up,

"If I ask what, and you say it is classified, I'm going to shoot you."

Exasperated standing at the top of the ladder looking down at Carter and O'Neill Svetlana said,

"The seventh address we successfully dialled lead to a Stargate entirely submerged under water; we sent a reconnaissance drone and found the dialling device, so it was decided that a manned mini submarine would go next; a sample of the water was retrieved it seemed to have unbelievable properties."

Sam called up,

"Like what?"

"It was spontaneously emitting energy in the form of heat, if this liquid turned out to be an abundant clean energy source..."

Sam cut in,

"That doesn't seem possible!"

"I was called away to Moscow before I could perform any significant analysis."

"So now you're saying the water sample is gone?"

"Yes; there was a sealed container kept in this containment vessel."

"And the Stargate is dialled into the water planet now?"

"Apparently; but that doesn't make sense, they were supposed to continue onto the next two planets in our planned sequence and not revisit the water planet until I got back."

"Let's confirm it; do you have another reconnaissance drone?"

Svetlana began to climb down the ladder to the level where Sam and O'Neill were waiting as she descended she continued to talk,

" We left the first one there; all we have to do is reactivate the receiver."

On reaching the bottom of the ladder Svetlana ran off towards the control room O'Neal and Carter followed her. Meanwhile in another part of the complex Teal'c and Daniel were gathering together the bodies of the complex's personnel and retrieving their dog tags, their headsets activated and they could both hear O'Neill,

"Daniel, Teal'c, head back to the control room Dr Markov thinks you might want to see this."

Their headsets clicked off. On arrival at the control room Teal'c advised Dr Markov,

" So far we have accounted for twenty eight of the forty seven numbers on the list."

Daniel continued, as he handed the clipboard to Svetlana.

"Six of those listed were dressed as civilians not soldiers they were all shot and there was no apparent reason why."

Svetlana looked down the list that Daniel had just given her.

"They were the scientists working in the lab."

O'Neill walked over to them as he did so he asked,

"So the guys experimenting on that water gave the soldiers reason to shoot them?"

"So it seems."

So saying Svetlana moved over to another console. As she moved away Daniel asked,

"What water?"

Sam who had been working at the console with a monitor showing the open Stargate turned to answer Daniel,

"It was a sample brought back from the planet where the Stargate is submerged."

Svetlana, calling from the console where she was working,

"I thought you might be interested Doctor Jackson, we found some unusual ruins from an obviously extinct civilisation on the ocean floor, these recordings are from the reconnaissance drone."

Upon reaching Svetlana Daniel stood behind her whilst he was watching the undersea shots being displayed on the monitor he placed his arms around her upper body and rested his head on her shoulder, he asked,

"Can you get closer?"

Turning her head Svetlana smiled at Daniel,

"The drone is malfunctioning I can only pan and tilt..."

Stunned into silence she and the others watched as a macabre scene opened in front of them as the camera panned more bodies came into view floating in the depths of the water. Puzzled Teal'c asked,

"Why would those men proceed through the Stargate knowing they would be drowned on the other side?"

No one answered all stood looking at the monitor containing the macabre spectacle eventually Sam inquired,

"Can you shut off the drone's transmitter from here?

"Why?"

"Even though the wormhole only allows matter to travel one-way we are able to send signals back and forth."

"You think the drones radio transmitter is what's keeping the gate open?"

"That gate won't close if the drone is aiming a stronger signal directly into the event horizon."

"And the energy being emitted by the water has allowed the gate to stay open."

Nodding Sam said,

"Exactly, it's a combination of factors but all we have to do is shut off the drone."

Svetlana began to work at the console,

"It's not responding to my commands; I can't shut it down!"

Perplexed Sam asked,

"How long will the batteries last?"

"The drone is nuclear powered."

Incredulously Jack blurted out,

"A nuclear powered drone!"

"We built several of them we thought we might want to leave them on other planets for further long-term observation."

Inquiringly Sam asked,

"Yes, how long term exactly?"

In extreme discomfort Svetlana replied,

" Ten years."

Sam and Jack looked at one another in bewilderment.





Wet Dreams



Slowly Daniel eased his Cock past Svetlana's outer and inner labia until he could feel her clitoris brushing along the length of his shaft. Her cunt muscles appeared to be pulling Daniel deeper and deeper into her until finally he was fully immersed inside her and the walls of her fuck hole clung to Daniels Cock like limpets.

"Fuck me Daniel fuck me quickly, let me feel your juices pulse through me!"

Daniel slipped one hand around her back holding her closer to him she in turn wrapped her arms and legs around him. Daniel slowly began to raise and lower his hips causing his Cock to slide up and down inside Svetlana's cunt. Soon their bodies were moving in unison as Daniel built up a good fucking rhythm finally Daniel reached between their bodies with a free hand and slipped his middle fingers into her cunt so that his fingers were covering her clitoris. Svetlana gasped in sheer pleasure at the extra pressure on her clitoris as Daniel's fingers and Cock worked wonders inside her cunt.

Daniel came first closely followed by Svetlana's orgasm, which rocked them both to the core. To Daniel it felt as though the muscle walls of her cunt had closed around the shaft of his Cock and milked his cum out of him. To Svetlana it felt as though Daniels Cock had exploded within her as wave after wave of his cum poured into her. Sated they both fell back onto the bed Svetlana watched Daniel carefully remove his Cock from within her and then kneel between Svetlana's open legs.

Daniels Cock was still oozing cum as Svetlana sat up and took his deflating Cock into her mouth she began to clean and suck the remnants of his cum off his Cock head and shaft. Eventually the two of them lay side by side on the bed Daniel was sucking and fondling Svetlana's breasts as they both fell into a deep exhausted sleep.

Sam had recovered from her orgasm brought about by her masturbating at the thought of Daniel and Svetlana fucking in the rear room. Several minutes had passed and she had not heard any further shouts of ecstasy or passion which had been emanating from that room she cautiously went to the door and opened it peering in they were both still completely naked and sleeping soundly. She went in and closed the door behind her.

Standing above the naked forms she looked down at them, this was the first time that she had seen Daniel fully naked his body was well toned with muscle but what fascinated her most of all was the size of his Cock, even flaccid after sex it was certainly bigger than her current lover, Jack O'Neill. 

She reached down and took the flaccid member between her fingers as she did so Daniel moaned in his sleep and rolled onto his back allowing Sam for the first time to see the naked form of Svetlana. 

Her body was covered with a mixture of sweat, female ejaculate, semen and her dark triangle of pubic hair was matted also, as she watched an opaque fluid was oozing out of her cunt with what Sam could only assume was Daniels cum. Her breasts were large and firm her aureoles were dark brown as were her large nipples. Sam opened her shirt revealing her own breasts they were as large and as firm as Svetlana's though slightly more curvaceous the aureoles and nipples were of a lighter colour and slightly smaller.

Her gaze continued down her body towards her crotch, she still hadn't closed her trousers after masturbating so her pubic hair and cunt were still visible. Her pubic thatch was blonde and trimmed into a single column, not like the dark jungle that was Svetlana's. Sam's cunt was lighter and more delicate than the reddish-brown cash between Svetlana's legs.

"How the hell could Daniel fuck that ugly looking gash my cunt's a lot nicer than hers. Perhaps one day I will feel that gorgeous looking Cock sliding between my legs."

Mused Sam to herself she was looking down again at Daniels Cock, carefully so as not to disturb him she reached out and took hold of his flaccid member carefully pulling the foreskin back she bent down and gently kissed his Cock head,

"One day my beauty you will visit my velvet depths." 

Thought Sam. Carefully she pulled a cover over the naked couple to keep them warm while they slept. Pulling up her underpants she closed the flies to her trousers she gave her breasts one last squeeze before she buttoned up her shirt leaving the sleeping couple she left the room and closed the door behind her. Going over to the pilot's chair she sat down and stirred vacantly through the Perspex bubble at the waterscape beyond.





Wet Dreams



Svetlana fared worse than Daniel and Samantha, her clothes were roughly torn from her body, her breasts were roughly handled her nipples pulled hard and violently. Her legs were roughly pulled apart as the entities forced their way into her cunt and roughly stimulated her clitoris until she was brought to orgasm violently. Her torture did not stop there; she felt her asshole being penetrated roughly as the entities explored her bowels. Whatever they were they kept the assault on Svetlana's body bringing her violently to orgasm again and again. As she blacked into unconsciousness two things struck her, she was being raped by the entities, and a voice was telling her that this would continue until the beings were reunited with their kidnapped brethren.

Daniel was in seventh heaven, he soon realised that his clothes were gone the entities were caressing his body particularly his Cock and balls causing him attain full erection. He felt as though a million tiny fingers were tossing him off as he was being carried through the viscous liquid toward Sam. He had no control over his body as his hands moved over Sam's breasts his fingers closing over her nipples, needing and squeezing the firm flesh. He could feel his Cock being inserted into her cunt and the sensations of them fucking, he could feel Sam's orgasm rippling through her body as his own orgasm shot his cum deep into her frock hole. Until finally their bodies were gently parted as Sam was whisked away. After that he knew no more.

Jack managed to catch up with Teal'c and launched himself at him in a flying tackle dragging them both to the ground. A fight ensued with Jack shouting,

"Fight it, fight it Teal'c..."

Finally Teal'c managed to throw Jack off him then running through the doors to the gate room he closed them behind him. Painfully slowly Teal'c walked across the floor towards the dialling device; he dialled the code for the water planet. Jack laid dazed for a few moments on the floor outside the gate room eventually staggering to his feet he made his way into the gate room just in time to see the gate activate, Teal'c slowly began to move towards the gate but he stopped and began to convulsively wretch on the floor. Jack watched in horror as the same liquid that came out of Mayborne was violently regurgitated from within Teal'c. As soon as it hit the atmosphere it turned into a misty vapour and slowly wafted towards the gate and disappeared into the wormhole, transfixed Jack watched the scenario unfold before him, as the last particle of vapour disappeared through the gates portal the gate closed down. Concerned Jack went to Teal'c and helped him up,

"Teal'c."

"They had no wish to kill me O'Neill, they only wanted to travel home."

" That's good, you all right?"

"I will be."

They both looked up, as the gate is suddenly became active, startled Jack cried out,

"Okay I think we should duck!"

Not a moment too soon as Teal'c and Jack flung themselves to the floor the event horizon burst out above their heads. Once the event horizon had stabilised Teal'c and Jack slowly got their feet looking towards the gate, suddenly three figures were violently ejected from the event horizon landing at their feet. It was Sam, Svetlana and Daniel. Daniel and Sam were fully clothed but Svetlana was stark naked, as a further punishment the entities had left her naked. Jack watched the three of them as they hit the floor with a resounding thud,

"Ouch, that had to hurt!"

The gate deactivated as Jack and Teal'c approached the three prone figures. Sam and Daniel slowly stood up but Svetlana remained in a foetal position trying to cover up her breasts and cunt. Seeing Svetlana's plight Sam recovered a small tarpaulin, which was lying nearby and draped around Svetlana's shoulders temporarily covering her nakedness from the lecherous gaze of Jack, Daniel and Teal'c.

"Didn't you guys leave here in the submarine and wasn't she clothed?"

Completely nonplussed Sam blurted out,

" We er we..."

Equally abashed Daniel stuttered,

"The last thing I remember we were being pulled into the..."

Daniel's voice trailed off.

Still holding on to a sobbing Svetlana Sam hesitantly surmised,

"Not really sure what happened Sir..."

Her voice trailing off into a whisper, as they all tried to comprehend what had just happened. Jack and Teal'c looked at one another for several seconds before Jack spoke,

"Here's a thought; we've just exchanged hostages."

The enormity of what Jack had just said hit Sam, Daniel and Svetlana making them realise why the events on the other side of the wormhole had occurred.

"It's just a thought!"

Mused Jack; finally.




Wet Dreams



The hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaching my thoughts.

I lay, naked in bed. The usual type of hotel room with the usual type of hotel bed, sterile and very impersonal. White sheets, white bedspread. Tan carpets. A painting of flowers on one wall, the other a forest scene. I swear the chains buy them in bulk, I've never seen them before but they look like a hundred others I've seen on hundred of other walls in hotels everywhere.

My mind is a million miles away. My thoughts are on you. I've never really touched you, tasted or smelled you, But you've come to me a million times.

I've never heard you speak. But I know those sexy little moans and grunts you make right before you cum.

I think about watching you, as we've done before...your hand moving fast, up and down. Squeezing tight as you in turn watch me. I touch myself slowly. Teasing you as I slip my toy deeper and deeper inside me. Moving my hips in the rhythm of your hand, pretending it's you moving deep inside me.

Tonight you're coming to me. I know this and I lay in wait. My mind drifting. A warmth slowly building between my thighs as I think about your body.

You're lithe and powerful. Hard muscles with a light spattering of hair. Broad shoulders. Tight ass. I can't wait to run my tongue over your skin. To push it deep inside your mouth. Lick slowly down the length of your cock while I look up into your dark eyes. Hear your heavy breathing in my ear as you push deeper and deeper inside me. My pussy throbs. I slide my hand down slowly rubbing to relieve the pressure, but not enough to complete myself. I'm saving it for you. I want it to be from your touch the next time I cum.

The nothingness of sleep finally overtakes me. I feel you before I hear your or see you. A hard body pressed against my back. Hands on me. Roaming. A big hard cock pressing against my ass. I wake and moan, arching back against you. My hands moving over my head, half in a stretch, pushing my body back against yours. I wiggle my hips a bit, hearing your intake of breath as you cup my breasts in your hands roughly. Tugging and pinching my nipples.

You seem to know what I like, as if you can see into my mind. Your hands turn more urgent on me, almost rough, turning me onto my back as you lean down and kiss me...hard. You stroke your tongue against mine. Your hand dips between my legs. I'm almost embarrassed that I'm already so wet for you.

I look up and see you now. Your eyes drinking me in. Your hands moving over my body. Teasing me. Tormenting me. One pinching and squeezing the other dipping inside me, your eyes on me, watching me squirm. I lift my hips against your hand, my hand slides up along your torso. Lightly dragging my nails against your skin.

I feel one hand on my hip pulling slightly and I know what you want. I flip onto my stomach. Lifting myself onto all fours. Pushing my ass in the air. Offering myself to you. I turn to look at you from over my shoulder. Your hands move over my ass cheeks, squeezing me as you position yourself, the tip of your cock brushing against my wet slit.

I push back against you as you enter me. Burying your whole length in one stroke. I cry out, my hips bucking a bit at the quick invasion. My pussy clamps down on you as you start to move. Slow at first then faster with each stroke. Hitting that special spot inside me over and over again. I cry out as you hit bottom. I'm panting...moaning as my pussy gripping you tight inside me. You fill me, stretch me. Your fingers gripping my ass cheeks tight as you move harder and faster...pounding yourself into me.

My whole body moves with you, meeting your thrusts. I know I can't take much more. I'm so hot for you, so wet. My whole body shakes as I cry out. My pussy clamps down tight on your cock as I cum hard, spasming over and over, milking you. I feel my own juices running down the inside of my thighs. Then I hear you grunt and moan loud, I know your close.

Quickly I pull away from you, turning around and taking your cock in my mouth. Tasting myself on you, sucking you deep down my throat, running my tongue over you as I slide my lips up and down fast. My hand cupping and squeezing your balls. Watching your face. I take your cock out of my mouth looking up into your eyes and I stroke you as you cum. As the hot sticky fluid splashes against my face, I dart my tongue out. Catching as much as I can, tasting you. I feel it splatter across my lips and tongue, my cheeks. A low moan escapes my lips.

My eyes flutter open. I'm once again alone.

My body still humming from the knowing touch of my dream lover.



Wet Dreams



Having come home from a wilder than usual party with some of her friends from work, Kate threw off her coat and headed off towards her bedroom to get changed into hey yoga pants and long sleeved t-shirt. The heels of her boots, clicking against the polished floorboards, and the barely-there black dress she'd worn had begun to frustrate her, making the top of her shoulders itch. The physical presence of the strangers in her apartment didn't register at first, because of the dimness of the room, but as she moved her hand against the light switch, a rough hand slipped across her mouth. A man's rough voice, a voice she could recognise in a crowd because she knew it so well, whispered into her ear, "Don't move. Not until I tell you to." 

Her heart was racing because she was sure this couldn't possibly be real, yet the hand around her mouth felt very warm, very solid; very real. She had watched every Vin Diesel movie she could her slender hands on, over and over again, just so she could see the muscles on those arms - his build, his voice - even the contacts he wore when he had done the Riddick movies sent her libido sky-rocketing. Her mind kept telling her this wasn't happening; that she'd had far too much to drink at the party and had fallen asleep on her couch.

The hand carefully moved away, but remained on her face, in case she went to scream. The man's voice whispered, "You gonna scream?" Kate shook her head, still trying to make sense of it all. Movie characters didn't come to life, and there was no reason she could think of as to why her favourite action star would possibly want to be here with her. Her logical mind; the brilliant mind her colleagues had told her that she'd had, with the knack of suggesting options that hadn't been considered, whilst investigating the local Missing Persons cases, getting results and handling each case with delicate care; was still telling her this wasn't real.

Her body, on the other hand, was convinced everything she could feel and hear was indeed real. Under his touch, instead of stiffening with anger and fright, her entire body, from inside to out, softened, heated and needed. The hand on the light switch was gently, but firmly, pulled away and held behind her back. She stiffened then, but only for a moment. She had been seduced before, and while her partner, her beautiful girlfriend was away. The one hand that didn't hold her wrists continued to glide down her back, making her incredibly wet.

Kate's entire body was shaking with desire, but also feeling very guilty because it was a man she was craving, instead of her girlfriend, Tessa. Tessa, with her beautiful body - slender, but with curves, and a bust that could keep Kate distracted for many hours while she was trying to work. But her Tessa wasn't here - she was interstate, dealing with some family dramas again. Kate's body ached where she was touched, and in some places where she hadn't been, yet. The hand, resting on her face, moved to cover her eyes, and gently push her into her own bedroom, where her lovingly carved and crafted four posted bed had been left, unmade since getting out of bed that morning.

"Let me touch you - just a little touch, so I know you are really here," she whispered, trying to lean against the man who held her hands behind her. A laugh - a second laugh. That same voice, but from somewhere else, two men who had the same voice laughing... That couldn't be. It didn't make sense. But it did make her knees go weak with desire. Still she shook her head - Not real, she told herself, it's not real. But the hand that had reached the hem of her dress, and was sliding up the the inside of her thigh - oh yes, that felt very real. She didn't scream - she moaned. She sighed and whimpered. "What's the matter - you going for the sweet spot?" she whispered hoarsely. She could feel a finger sliding leisurely along the edge of her g-string, and knew in that very instance he knew she was ready for him.

He moved his hand away and pushed her suddenly towards the man who'd been standing in front of her, spinning her to face him as he did so. Even as her eyes adjusted themselves to the darkened room, she could see his eyes - the pearlescent eyes that she'd seen so many times. The black shirt and leather pants. Oh, she knew right away who had held her. It was her favourite anti-hero, Riddick.

"Oh, my God," she breathed, "Riddick. But... you're not real. But you are... I don't understand. Oh God." He was really going for her sweet spot. The dress opened at her back, jerking her completely upright in shock. Who was behind her now, if Riddick was standing right in front of her, the full length of him hardened and straining against his pants? The hand that had unzipped the back of her dress, reached up and yanked on her hair, making Kate cry out, but not from pain. It was then that her knees gave way from under her, and she landed heavily on the floor, as the hand in her hair let go.

Kate ended up on all fours, on her knees in front of Riddick. She looked up, licked her lips and proceded to crawl towards him - completely ready to serve him in any way he asked. As she got closer, he backed into the easy chair and lowered himself into it, his erection still straining against the leather, but he made no attempt to ease himself. Closer and closer she crawled, having forced away any thoughts claiming that she was dreaming; that is was a dream and nothing else. She stole a glance up at him, and that glance was enough. He opened his legs up for her, as she crawled right up, so that she could rub her face against his crotch.

She opened her mouth to speak, but instead of words came a gasp. A backwards tug on her hair was a savage reminder that they were not alone. The hand that held her hair bunched up even further, ensuring she wouldn't be able to move her head. Another arm reached around her, lifting her to her feet, so that the pitiful excuse for underwear could be yanked away from her body. Kate struggled, not because she was frightened - she was too aroused to be frightened anymore - but because she had been snatched away from what she felt was her prize. It was either the big guy himself, or yet another role he had played, behind her. She took a wild guess, and said, "Letty was a bitch - I'd give you the massage myself, but screw the massage - just fuck me instead."

The arm around her chest gripped harder, and her breath came out in a rush. Sighing with pleasure, she nestled herself closer to the man behind her. Riddick stood up and strode across to her and slapped her gently - "He's not going to fuck you - yet... I am." Turning his attention away from Kate to the man behind her, he suggested, "Dom, have a seat, and you might wanna be ready." He pulled her out of Dom's grip and turned her to face the other man, Sure enough, it was the street racer, Dominic Torreto, still with car grease on his hands, and his jeans undone, ready and waiting.

Hands went straight under her dress, and two fingers slid deep inside her already wet, tight core. Her mouth opened in a silent of orgasmic bliss - already she was coming hard, and she hadn't been impaled on either man yet. Riddick's pearl-like eyes looked at her, waiting for her to say no... She didn't. Instead, she whispered the one word she had often said, while she lay in her bed, while Tessa was sleeping - "Please." He lifted her up, so that, even standing he could taste her sex. Kate leaned back, otherwise she would have hit her against the ceiling, and was caught by Dominic before she felt herself sliding out of Riddick's hands.

One long stroke of Riddick's tongue against the wet, swollen lips of her eager pussy, and she came. Her scream was caught in Dominic's mouth, as he kissed her, savagely. Gentle, insistant strokes, against her lips and clit had Kate going from logical, decisive and professional into a mass of quivering, begging flesh. She wanted this - they both knew she wanted this. All she had to do was tell them to stop, and they would. They told her so. Not once did she tell them to stop. Not once did she tell them to go. She didn't care. All she cared about was being teased, pleased and taken by these two men in her home, in her room.

As Riddick's pace on her clit and pussy slowed down, her gently moved her so that she could still feel Dom's tongue wherever he wanted it to go, and be filled with his hard cock at the same time. Opening her eyes, not realising they had closed, she looked into Dom's face, just as he lifted her dress up and over her head, revealing the smooth, firm stomach, breasts that she felt weren't enough, no matter what Tessa told her, and the belly bar that she had worn that day, simply because she could. Lower down, where Riddick was gently parting her inner lips, like the sun after a rainstorm, her snatch was, as always for her lover, tidy and smooth; ready, wet and waiting.

"This is your last chance to back out. All you have to do is say the word. It's all up to you," Dom's words echoing Riddick's thoughts. She opened her mouth, and they tensed. 

"Stay," she begged. "Yes," she cried out, opening her legs wider for Riddick's probing hand. Her head thrown back, Riddick surged inside her, in and out, hard and fast, while both men watched her body tremble and quiver; while they both heard her moan, cry out and beg for more. They heard her beg for no mercy, for the feel of Dom and to lick and suck Riddick clean while she was being taken.

It was she wanted - it was exactly what she got. Riddick eased himself out of her now clenching, tight hole, his cock covered in the glistening wet juices. He grabbed her hard by the shoulders - hard enough to leave bruises and felt her shudder under his touch, as her forced her around to face him. Dom pushed her from the lower back, so that she was bent forward, in the prime position to be fucked, while she sucked at the same time. Yes, this was what she craved, and envisioned, while she stroked and finger-fucked herself after she and Tessa were done with their love-making, as Tessa slept beside her. Only this time, she didn't have Tessa in her bed, so waking her up wasn't going to be an issue. 

Both men stayed standing, one fucking her from behind, and the other with his hand in her hair, as he fucked her mouth. They could only just make out her moans and ecstatic screams with something so big in her mouth, it was the way they all wanted it. Again, she was coming again, so often and so tightly she couldn't tell where one ended and the next one began. Over and over, being taken by two men, one on each end of her, and just the wondering thought of having Tessa come home to find her like this got her off again - just as Dom and Riddick came with her. Riddick's cock was shoved down into her mouth as far as she could take it, forcing her to swallow it all.

Spent, she dropped to her knees, and watched them dress and prepare to go. She said the only thing she could coherently think of: "Thank you." Just as the alarm clock shrieked it's usually annoying tone, reminding her that she had been right, all along - It was just a dream.



Wet Dreams



The light from the radio highlighted his face, I could see raw animal passion etched in his eyes and with pupils dilated he reached down and roughly parted my legs. I didn't resist, didn't want to resist nor did I dare.

He pulled my underwear to one side and parted my lips with his middle finger, his thumb flicking against my clitoris. The look of urgency on his face scared me a little but the pleasure his touch produced was so good and my instincts took over, adrenalin running through my body and my pussy began to get wet. He parted my lips even more this time squeezing my clitoris between two fingers then delving them into my pussy. He thrust deep then stopped, circled his fingers then withdrew, then thrust again, deeper still and moving in a circular motion against my g spot.

My mind was saying this isn't safe and to get away but my body which always ignored my intellect would not move. With one hand he opened his trousers and I could see his cock, it was so big and my pupils dilated, my breasts became hard and my nipples erect. He continued to caress himself all the time pumping my pussy with 2 fingers. Betraying me my hips arched forward and unknowingly urged him deeper into me. He introduced another finger and leant forward to a position where he could fuck me hard with his fingers. My pussy was so wet, I could hear my juices flowing and knew I was going to cum and going to cum hard. Relentlessly he pumped me, experience told him his touch was working, my response told him not to stop.

Faster and faster, harder and harder he fucked me with his fingers, my juices oozing between his fingers I reach down and touch myself and taking my wet fingers to my mouth I taste myself. Now all inhibitions are gone I ride against his fingers. He is so strong never faltering, maintaining an even and steady pace. 

One final thrust against his fingers and I start to climb, my hand reaches for my clitoris and i start to rub hard, prolonging my orgasm and sending shivers of ecstasy over my body. Again I soar to another level, still he fucked me, I moved uncontrollably against him. He bent his head and took my nipple between his teeth knowing exactly how hard to bite. I started to cum, head thrown back hips raised. He knew when to slow down, I could hear the cum between his fingers and the sheer force of my climax left me exhausted, he took his fingers and rubbed them gently over my lips, my tongue tasted my lips and I slowly began to recover.

My senses returned and I began to ache for more. Your cock was still in your hand, gently wanking and waiting for me. I leant towards you and sharply pulled your hands out of the way, pinning them to your sides and securing them loosely with a silk scarf, daring you to break the ties. Your cock stood tall and erect, I wanted to please you so much. 

I placed a hand gently around the base of your cock and slowly, temptingly ran my tongue along the underside from your balls to the tip of your cock, quickly and fleetingly running the flat of my tongue over the head and back again. Dipping my head I lift your balls with my tongue and move along your shaft again. You move and the ties pull but do not break. You are moaning. Your thighs shiver. My hand grasps you tighter as I place your cock against my wet lips and push forward, you slide into my inviting mouth with ease and I stop when I have all of your head in my mouth, squeezing you with my lips I suck hard, all the time flicking my tongue over your head. Your thighs shake and I begin to wank you with the other hand, my nipples brushing over your legs as I continue to suck, lick and wank you. 

I can tell you are getting close and move faster still, moving your cock in and out of my mouth, wanking you faster, flicking my thumb over your balls. Pushing forward even more I take you all in my mouth, I can feel your balls on my chin, backwards and forwards. Your thighs are shaking, your cock is moving around in my mouth, still I suck, lick and wank you. I can taste pre cum on my tongue.

You call my name as if in pain, still you don't break the ties. 

Now your cock is so swollen I know you are going to cum. Firmly I grasp the base of your cock and squeeze down, delaying your cum by a few seconds. As I let go I can feel your cum rise in your cock and I tilt my head slightly to prepare to take it all. Your thighs shake and your cock pulsates in my mouth. My hands hold your balls and I can feel the cum rising.

With force never before experienced you start to cum, long hard spurts deep in my throat, I start to swallow immediately, you taste so good, your hips thrust forward, and you try to free yourself from the ties, still I swallow and suck and hold you still as you thrust into my throat. Very slowly your climax begins to subside, I hold you gently in my mouth as you come down, leaving no trace of cum on your cock.

The alarm clocked roused me from my dreams abruptly, i can't wait to go to sleep tonight!



Wet Dreams



I dreamed of you again last night, your body haunts my mind. You bring your mouth to my ear and whisper that I'm a naughty girl and that you are going to punish me in any way you please. I half heartedly beg you to go easy on me but we both know that my body is getting moist just from the anticipation of what you are going to do to me.

You take my hand in yours, kiss me on the palm, then gently twisting you pin my arm so that I'm lying on my stomach face down. You tie one wrist to the bedpost and then the other, making sure they are good and tight as you don't want me to be able to move at all for what you have in mind! 

You kiss your way down my shoulders and back until you come to my well rounded ass, you kiss each cheek and then give me a resounding slap as you continue down my body. You grab my ankles and tie them to the corners of the footboard, when you have finished I'm tied to all corners and spread open for you to do with me as you please. But you aren't done yet. Next you take a silk scarf and cover my eyes with it and a second silk scarf is used as a gag in my mouth. I am now completely at your mercy.

You turn on some music and a throbbing, pulsing beat comes on that I quickly recognize, it's 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails, one of the most erotic songs that I've ever heard in my life. I hear you open a drawer and take something out of it, then you come and kneel on the side of the bed with just your denim clad legs lightly touching my hip. You open a bottle and squeeze something into your hands; you blow on it first to warm it, then ever so slowly you place your hands on my back and massage me in a soft gentle motion. It feels so nice that I'm content to let you rub my back all night but you have other plans! Only a moment passes before you move your hands all the way down to my feet where you rub them and run your fingers along my instep, I let out a moan around the gag, I had forgotten how erotic a foot rub could be. 

You then stroke your hands up my calves and the backs of my thighs until you get to the apex of my sex, you pause for just a second before you continue on up to my ass and rub my cheeks as well. You rub them until my skin is tingling and then spread my knees apart more, you grab a pillow and wedge it under my hips so that my ass is lifted into the air to give you better access. Without any hesitation you give me a resounding smack on first one cheek and then the other! I let out a muffled Ohhhh from behind my gag but you don't slow or stop, you give me another 5 or 6 ringing slaps before restraining yourself. You gently rub your hands over my ass again to soothe me and run your fingertips down the curve of my ass until you get to my damp pussy. You insert a finger and press your thumb against my clit, then you withdraw and slam it into me again and again before you add a second and third and start to drive me over the brink. I'm breathing so hard behind my gag that my panting can be heard all over the room. You piston your fingers in and out of my pussy until I'm about to cum but then stop and remove them from my dripping cunt and I moan in frustration and push my hips back towards you hoping that you will fill me again.

I hear you unzip your fly and my pussy clenches from the sound, I'm writhing with anticipation now. You kneel between my legs and position the head of your cock at my entrance and ever so slowly you slide into me! Even with just the tip of you inside I feel filled to the max but I know there is a lot more to come. You give my body a minute to adjust and then with a small thrust of your hips you are suddenly over half inside my pussy. Your dick is filling me and stretching me, I don't know if I can handle anymore; I'm on the verge of cumming just from the fullness of your cock inside me. You pull out of me slowly and then you ram into me again and again until you are fully inside and your balls are hitting my clit in just the right way, I scream around my gag and my pussy convulses and contracts around you so hard that I almost black out.

You don't give me a chance to recover though; you just keep driving your cock into me over and over until I am shaking from the intensity of the pleasure. I'm on the verge of climaxing again when I feel your shaft swell inside me and I know you are about to cum. You pull out of me at the last moment and shoot your load all over my ass and back with a groan of satisfaction. 

I wake up and lie there wanting you so badly and wishing I could go back to sleep and dream of you again.



Wet Dreams



It was another hot humid day and I wasn't looking forward to going to bed, where I would just lie awake in the heat. I took another cold shower, knowing the cool feeling wouldn't last, walked into my bedroom naked, and slipped under the sheet.

I had opened the window, hoping for a breeze. I could hear the dogs barking at the night creatures. I soon grew warm again, so I threw the sheet off. That was better. I could feel the ceiling fan blow air on my hot body. I lay on my back and spread my legs and slowly drifted off to sleep.

I suddenly become aware of a hand on my knee, it lightly caresses and starts to move up my inner thigh, the fingers doing a little dance. My skin gets goosebumps. I moan a little as I can feel the hand massage my thigh lightly, always moving higher and higher.

I move my legs a little wider, waiting for more. A finger tip circles around the outer lips of my pussy, tickling them. A hand works up my other thigh, massaging and dancing all the way to my knee again. I sigh, anticipating, wanting so much more. I was heating up again, but the fan helped to cool me down. His hand starts the journey back up my thigh. I hold my breath waiting. I am getting wet now, my heart beats faster my body starts to tremble.

I feel his fingers lightly play and dance in my little curly pubes, then go up to my belly, just barely touching the skin.

Then suddenly his hand presses down, it is a big hand, I feel a jolt run thru my entire body. Seconds pass, his hand starts moving again, massaging as he travels upwards. God, but it feels good, My head moves from side to side and a low groan escapes my lips. 

His fingers slowly make their way up to one of my breasts, lightly going around the outer edge. I arch my back. My nipples are hard, aching to be touched.

He finally makes his way slowly up to my waiting nipple and flicks it. Oh god another jolt shakes me. Two fingers tweak the hard tip, working it, before moving on down, massaging as he goes. Another low groan escapes my lips.

Now he moves across to my other breast and ever so slowly does the same thing, running his fingertips over my flesh before taking the nipple between his finger and thumb and rolling it, pulling it. 

By this time my body is on fire, aching. I moan again, moving my head from side to side, hands grasping the sheet, my legs moving. Finally he starts his way back down, moving again in circles to my navel, pressing, massaging, and tickling. My body glistens with sweat now, the fan moving the air, cooling me, goosebumps cover my flesh.

Once he reaches my pussy I hold my breath, waiting. When he cups my mound, I squeeze my legs together. Oh, the pressure just about makes me cum. I hold him like that for a minute, and then open my legs again, sighing. He presses down and releases, over and over again. I am so wet now. I know his hand must be slippery with my juices.

Then I feel a finger start to trace a line along the outer lips of my pussy. Slowly it travels along, up and down, teasing, and then dipping inside me for a second before going back to the teasing. Now I'm trembling, moving, just a mindless thing, putty in his capable hands. 

He strokes the folds and when he comes to the entrance where I so want his fingers to go, he stops and goes back to stroking me. My pussy is pulsing now, the build up is almost painful.

Finally he comes to the entrance again, stops, waits, and then pushes his finger in, just a bit, moving it in a circle. Oh God, I squeeze my thighs together again. He pushes them back open with his free hand, holding me still while he works his magic on me. I feel his finger push deeper inside of me now until he finds my G-spot and strokes it's rough surface. The pressure I feel, makes me emit a low gutteral groan. 

Then I feel two fingers push inside of me, stroking in and out, over and over, while his thumb works on my clit. I cry out now, hanging onto the bed sheet, it is coming soon, the climax of a lifetime.

He works me up to the peak and over the edge, I start to cum...It starts in my pussy and then it radiates outward up into my stomach and along my limbs. My whole being is trembling with the intensity of it.

That is when I woke up. As my mind awoke, my body was still climaxing strongly. I gasped, struggling with what I was feeling. When I start coming down from the best climax I've had in ages, I thought "that was amazing", and I smiled. After some time, the fan cooled my body down, and I was able to doze off again.

I dream again but this time, it is different. Instead of fingers I feel his lips on my knee. Tracing a line from my knee up my thigh, sucking, kissing. I can feel my heartbeat quicken. I sigh, spread my legs wider, and wait. His lips work their way to my moist pussy and then back up my other thigh, and down again.

I finally feel his tongue lightly on my clit, flicking it, my body reacts strongly shivering violently. He spreads the lips and goes to work, sucking, licking all the liquid I have to give. More keeps coming as he keeps on stimulating me to higher and higher levels. His tongue dives in and out of my slit over and over again.

I am so close now. Suddenly his lips are gone, I hold my breath, then I feel those lovely lips start to suck on one of my very erect nipples, I arch my back, groaning out loud. His hand massages my other breast as his lips lick and suck . I feel his other hand cup my pussy, pressing down and releasing, again and again. His fingers dance all around, making me crazy. Oh my God, it is happening again, I am in for another fantastic climax.

The pressure is building to an icredible level. Then I feel movement as he places himself between my legs. I am so ready for him now. He pushes the big head of his cock into my entrance and stops, and then he rotates his hips. I know my pussy is dripping wet now. I put my hands on his butt and try to pull him in deeper. I need to feel all of his big cock inside of me, need to feel him stretch me wide open. 

He takes my hands and puts them above my head, holding them there. He is in control, and wants me to know it. I feel his lips on mine, his tongue slips inside my mouth as his stiff cock slips easily inside my slick pussy.

He angles himself just right and starts to move in and out slowly, all the way in and all the way out. This goes on and on, tongue, cock, in perfect sync on and on. I moan beneath him, meeting his thrusts with my own. He still holds me down.

As the minutes go on, his movements become faster, the sweat of our bodies mingling, until I can take no more and I cry out; " I am going to cum, oh God! "

He pumps hard and fast now, we start cumming together in an explosion that rocks my body like never before.

I awoke in mid climax, groaning loudly. I opened my eyes, my body still feeling the full affect of my orgasm, spreading from my pussy outwards, radiating throughout my body I lay on the bed gasping. I thought; "Oh my God, what is happening to me?"

When I finally calmed down enough I put my hand on my pussy and found it dripping wet with my cum. Unbelievable! It was still pulsing from the aftershock of what I had just been through. This had to be a dream, but what a dream!

I sighed, this had never happened to me before. And I liked it...liked it alot! I smiled as I lay there thinking, and I wondered if I would ever have these kinds of wet dreams again.

"I certainly hope I do" I thought, as I slowly drifted back off to sleep. 



Wet Dreams



I fell asleep after my swim, my arms tired but curled comfortably into a pillow. The sun's touch felt warm and gentle on my back, and the sound of the waves lapping peacefully in the background lulled me into an easy slumber until the touch of his hand woke me.

"You're late," I scolded gently. He rolled me onto my back and I shaded sleepy eyes against the sun as I looked up at him. He smiled warmly, and then leaned into the comfort of my arms and the kiss I offered. "Hard day?" I asked.

He nodded, and then chuckled with dry humor. "Not hard enough."

My fingers brushed across his arousal suggestively. "Perhaps we should do something about that…?" 

"My thoughts exactly," he answered, leaning down for yet another kiss. While our tongues played, I removed his jacket, loosened his tie and then pulled him down into the sand. I whimpered encouragingly when his hands strayed to the top of my swimsuit and traced the bikini's outline across my breasts, and then again when his fingers slipped beneath the wet cloth. 

"Seems you're having a hard time, too," he added, pinching one of my nipples for emphasis.

"They're cold," I complained.

"You don't look cold to me," he countered with a wicked grin and a look that could melt ice. "You look very, very hot."

I rewarded him with a come-hither look as I stood, brushed the sand from my legs, and prepared to go inside where I hoped to continue this conversation more… intimately. He simply watched, admiring the view as I slowly twisted in front of him. 

"Unfortunately, my day isn't quite over yet," he finally sighed, and stood up. "I've still got some paper work to finish up."

I pouted, expecting this to mean an end to our little tryst. Instead he smiled, and motioned me over with a casual wave of his finger. "So, for now, I want you to go inside and wash off all that sand…"

"Then what?" I asked hopefully, as he pulled me into the circle of his arms, and brushed sand from my shoulders. 

"Let's start with that for now," he answered, and I shivered nervously as he pressed his warm body next to mine.

"That okay?" he asked. I didn't know what he had in mind, and I didn't care. I simply nodded my consent, and headed inside to shower. 

******

I met him in the study wearing only my towel, my hair wet and freshly shampooed and smelling of summer flowers. He smiled at my efforts to please him, and so I didn't feel silly standing next to him in only a thin blue towel. I felt beautiful, and very, very erotic. 

"You look absolutely delicious," he replied, sliding one arm beneath the towel and pulling me closer. I tried to ignore the wanderings of his hand as it strayed across my hips and down my thigh, but he was far more experienced than I and he knew how to touch me, how to make my body respond to his desires. 

I groaned, my desire fueled by the anticipation of his caress and the memory of his hands on my skin. I was quite wet by the time his fingers finally graced me with his touch, and he smiled. 

"I saw what you did to the bedroom," he purred. I tried to remember what I had done earlier - I vaguely recalled setting out his toys at some point - but it was all I could do to hold onto the towel as his fingers slid easily between my legs and began stroking that heat.

"I like what you did to the bedroom," he continued, slowly increasing the tempo between my legs and deliberately sliding his thumb up and across my sensitive clit. My pulse raced, and I had to put my hand on the back of his chair to maintain my balance. "You obviously went to a lot of trouble to prepare for this evening."

I nodded agreement and closed my eyes, entirely focused on the movement of his hand as it slowly kindled the fire between my legs. 

"It would be a shame to waste it," he answered. "Don't you agree?" 

I nodded again, and heard him chuckle as my breath caught and my nipples tightened for him. After a moment he removed his fingers, stood and with a firm tug at the top of my towel, motioned for me to follow him into the bedroom. 

He must have lit the candles while I was in the shower, but otherwise the room was exactly as I'd left it earlier this afternoon. I'd placed a small towel on the dresser next to the bed, and laid out an assortment of his favorite toys: vibrators, rabbits, plugs, ties and lotion. He gazed at them with passion in his eyes, and then motioned me forward. 

"Which would you like to play with tonight?" he asked affectionately. I looked at the selection of toys, carefully noting the different sizes and shapes. There was a long thin vibrator that I remembered well, and a short stubby rabbit that looked like it might be fun. But I wanted more than teasing tonight, I wanted to feel the stretch and pull of him inside me, and glanced shyly at the pulsating dildos. I laughed lightly at the nervousness I still felt in his presence, but he smiled when I reached tentatively for the medium sized dildo. 

"You're sure about that, now?" I nodded shyly. I'd never actually tried one of the pulsating toys, but he had recommended them several times and I was feeling slightly adventurous. He smiled mysteriously at my selection, and motioned me towards the bed where he sat down, pulled me between his legs, and then removed my towel. I stood somewhat nervously, anticipating his touch.

His hands didn't wander this time, and I had to grab onto his shoulders to steady myself as they found my wet heat. His fingers entered easily, and I gasped at the intrusion even as my body welcomed his touch. I was very warm, and embarrassingly wet, and the repetition of his fingers as they scissored inside me and across my clit was rapidly driving me wild. I groaned. 

"That's it, love…" was all he said, but I shivered at the passion in his voice. "Open up for me. A little more…" I obeyed silently, and he increased his pace, making an effort of teasing my clit with each stroke of his hand. "You'll like this…"

I nodded brokenly as the passion built inside me and goose bumps erupted on my skin. He smiled at their appearance, then slowly circled my left nipple with his tongue and teased it ever so gently between his teeth. My knees trembled and I arched into his touch for more.

"No, you don't. Stand still." he instructed. "Keep your hands on my shoulders." I obeyed automatically, and tried to stand still, but my determination wavered with each thrust of his fingers. "That's better."

"Oh, God!" I fought to remain standing, whimpering with the effort of obeying him, and then bit back several groans when he rolled his thumb across my clit, oblivious to everything but the strength of his hand, the roll of his thumb, and the caress of his tongue across my breasts. I ran my fingernails across his shoulders encouragingly and wrestled with his fingers until my thrusts matched his own. 

I needed him.

Now. 

I could see him straining beneath his slacks, remembered the feel of him inside me, filling me, and shook as pleasure exploded beneath his fingertips. The sensations were so overpowering that my voice trembled when I spoke. "I… want… you."

His hand moved faster, went deeper as he chuckled, "Are you sure?"

"God… Yes!" I answered breathlessly. "Want… you!"

"Show me."

That was all the encouragement I needed. 

I tackled him, pinned his hands onto the bed, and captured his mouth for a passionate kiss while attempting to regain control of my body's treasonous desires. I broke the kiss breathlessly, and lay my head on his shoulder: The jerk was still dressed. I was a trembling mass of erotic sensation, and he hadn't even removed his shirt. 

Well, it wasn't his shirt I was interested in. My hands slid of their own accord to his waistband and fumbled with the zipper. I wanted to feel that smooth strength in my hand. I wanted to feel his muscles tighten against my palm as I stroked him, to hear his breath catch as I teased him. I wanted him inside me! After a few desperate tugs he must have decided it was safer to help than risk permanent dismemberment, because he quickly unfastened the zipper, and then lay back. I smiled my appreciation at him as he wiggled the pants past his hips, and promptly slid my hands around his shaft. 

He groaned. 

I grinned. It felt wonderful to get a little of my own back after all of his teasing, so I squeezed slightly, and rolled my thumb across the head of his erection just to watch him squirm. The sense of power as he twisted in my hand was incredible, and reminded me that - for the moment at least - I held the upper hand here. 

I began with feather like nibbles at the base of his neck, and let my hands wander affectionately beneath his shirt. He groaned encouragingly after only a few nips and shifted, using his legs to push both of us further onto the bed. I followed the movement by swinging myself up and over, and cradled his swollen shaft firmly between us. It took only a moment to remove his shirt after that, and then we were skin-to-skin, blanketed in soft candlelight and tender caresses. 

He twitched encouragingly as my hands brushed across his erection. I liked it so much I stroked him several more times just to hear him groan and feel his body twitch as he responded to my caresses. He nearly pushed us off the bed when I rolled my thumbs slowly across the head of his erection a second time and then scraped his shaft lightly with my fingernails. I chuckled, delighted with his reactions, and leaned forward as his hands wandered purposely across my back. 

I tingled where he touched me, shivering as goose bumps reappeared briefly, and tried to ignore his Cheshire-cat grin as I trailed kisses across his shoulders. He was taller than me, so as my hands moved from his groin to his shoulders for balance, I used my thighs to continue rubbing against him. It was impossible to tell who was more aroused at this point, his breath came in short gasps as I kissed and stroked but mine weren't much better, and I wanted him as crazed as he'd made me earlier. So, in broken gasps I told him how much I enjoyed feeling him deep inside me, stretching me, filling me until I didn't know where he ended and I began. He growled his arousal and shifted desperately, and grabbed my waist with both hands in an attempt to reposition me. I hung on tight, and circled his ear with my tongue one last time before he finally exploded into action and flipped us both over. 

He wasted no more time, and quickly buried himself in my soft folds, then wrapped me in his arms and barely moved. I was pinned beneath him, blanketed in his warmth and weight, and felt incredibly sexy for driving him to this frenzy.

"You are a tease," he groaned. I chuckled in agreement, quite proud of my antics at the moment, and knew that despite the groan he was equally pleased. He finally pushed himself up and captured my mouth in a fiery kiss. Then he began to move. My desire returned full force from the simmering boil it had been while teasing him, and I arched into him, matching his thrusts equally with ones of my own. 

I gasped. He groaned. My skin tingled and I locked my arms around his neck desperately. He countered with hot kisses across my collarbone - knowing I couldn't last when that erogenous area was teased - and it couldn't last, our desire was too intense, the flesh too sensitive to prolong the sensations we were feeling. I almost launched us off the bed as my desire exploded into orgasm and I squeezed my legs around him. 

He groaned again as the muscles surrounding his hot shaft rippled in time with my orgasm, and I trembled beneath him. I was oblivious to everything but the feel of him thrusting deeper and deeper inside me, but I felt his orgasm when it hit, and heard his ragged breathing when he collapsed on top of me. 

He didn't even pull out, just stayed that way while attempting to regain control of his own passions afterwards. I shivered every time he moved, exhausted and tired, but still so incredibly sensitive. He finally rolled off, separating us with an audible pop and layback with me snuggled into his arms. 

******

I don't know how long we slept, but the sunlight was just beginning to fade when he woke me from my dreams with a chaste kiss on the shoulder. I grumbled pleasantly, and closed my eyes fiercely as I snuggled deeper into the shelter of his arms. I was too comfortable to wake up. 

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asked quietly, adding another kiss to my shoulder blades. "You liked teasing me." I nodded, but otherwise kept my silence. 

"I enjoyed it, too," he finally affirmed. "But I like teasing you even more." With that, he reached over my chest for the forgotten toy I'd chosen earlier, kissed me quickly, and sat up. 

"Now, go get dressed," he replied. I must have looked dazed because he clarified his statement, then added a grin and a slap on the ass. "Just slip back into the swimsuit, love, and meet me in the study."

I nodded, and walked carefully back to the bathroom to retrieve my swimsuit. It was still damp, but I slipped into the suit anyway after taking a few moments to brush my hair and clean myself off, and then headed for the study.

"Absolutely beautiful," he stated upon my return, and pointed to a short, straight-backed chair near his desk. I sat down as instructed, and waited as he pulled out several light-weight ropes and tied my ankles to the back of the chair. When those were secure, he threaded another rope around my waist, drew my arms back behind the chair and tied them loosely together as well. 

"That alright?" he asked, carefully checking to make sure I wasn't tied uncomfortably. I nodded. I wasn't in any pain, but I was very pleasantly uncomfortable. He grinned. "Now try to get up."

I tried to do as he instructed, but with my arms and ankles tied to the back of the chair, I could only manage to lift myself a few inches. He slipped behind me and tightened one of the ropes more securely, making it nearly impossible to rise from the chair. Satisfied that I couldn't escape, he then slid his hand around the chair and into the front of my swimsuit where he began a rapid-fire assault on my still overly sensitive clit. I bucked and tried to squirm away but he was relentless and in only a few minutes I was wet and gasping for release. 

"I'm going to enjoy teasing you," he chuckled, and quickly inserted the pulsating vibrator I had chosen earlier. I don't know when he added the clitoral extension, but I groaned at the tight fit, and shifted uncomfortably as he slid it in and out repeatedly. Finally assured that the toy moved easily, he headed into the bedroom and returned with two pillows and stuffed them behind my back. I was forced to sit forward, and the new extension rubbed incessantly against my clit. I squirmed in the chair, trying to get even a little more comfortable and he grinned. 

"That won't help," he chuckled. "You'll only make yourself more sensitive if you move."

I felt the extension rub coarsely across my still overly sensitive clit, and realized the trap I'd set myself. "Oh God… You… planned this."

"Why do you think I was so pleased with your choice?" he chuckled again, watching my renewed struggles with amusement. I really wanted the use of my hands, just to smack the silly grin off his face. He kept chuckling, so I closed my eyes, and slowly - deliberately - counted to ten. 

It didn't help. I still wanted to smack him. 

"Okay," I said as seductively as possible, considering the position I was in and the sudden desire I'd had to smack him. "Now what?"

"Now we see what happens when we turn this on" he said, and hit the button on the toy's control. I groaned softly and closed my eyes while he played with the pulsating speed. The toy sprang eagerly to life, buzzed happily against my clit for a few moments and then fell silent, every bit as obnoxious as I'd known it would be. It felt like I was on fire. No matter how I moved, or how I pulled at the ropes, I couldn't escape the periodic beating against my clit, or the stretch and pull of the vibrator as it moved inside me.

"Try to relax," he coached. Who was he kidding? Every move I made only aggravated the excited - almost painful - beating against my clit.

"God, I'd almost forgotten how sensitive you are." As if to prove his point, he increased the toy's speed and watched as I struggled for composure. I trembled as goose bumps erupted on my skin for the third time that night and bit my lip, but was unable to hold back the groan or stop myself from trying to get out of the chair. I shook my head, embarrassed by my body's reactions, and begged him to turn it off. 

"I don't think so," he chuckled. "You look entirely too delightful, and I still have some work to finish." I groaned quietly as he again changed the toy's speed, and then left it pulsing slowly but energetically against my clit. "And THAT should keep you entertained until I'm done. I'll be over there if you need me," he laughed at his own remark, then sat down behind his desk and started working.

Damn it. If I ever got out of this chair, I was going to … 

Hell, I didn't know what I'd do, but I'd figure something out. 

The toy pulsed rapidly for a moment before falling silent, and I closed my eyes to regain my balance. It wasn't easy, the recurring buzz was already nibbling away at my fragile self-control, and I couldn't focus on anything but the need to escape this chair. I tried to distract myself with visions of work and other monotonous tasks. When those didn't work, I tried to picture HIM tied to this chair, straining against the ropes as I went down on him, not once but several times.

I'd already been overly aroused when he tied me into this chair, but that last thought and this new toy was driving me to desperation. The pulses were too short. They aroused me, and kept me on the screaming edge of orgasm, but even with the dildo inside me I couldn't come. My skin burned, my nipples ached painfully as they rubbed against the bikini top, and I gasped brokenly for his attention. 

He watched hungrily as I pulled at the ropes, the paperwork forgotten, clearly enjoying the toy's affect on me, and I suddenly understood. Unless the ropes gave out, there would be no escape from the energetic pulses hugging my clit, no escape from the dildo as it slid inside me. I would eventually do anything, promise anything for a short respite. 

I would beg. 

Waves of arousal washed over me in the wake of that understanding, leaving me breathless and glistening in sweat, until I was all but drowning in desire. I didn't want to beg, but as the pressure built again and my clit throbbed in time with the toy's beat, my determination wavered. I whimpered each time the toy pulsed and was more certain than ever that I was going to climb out of my skin before he released me from the chair tonight.

I wasn't surprised when he finally stood and walked over, but I wasn't prepared for the touch of his hand as he pushed my hair aside, and began nibbling along my shoulder blades. I wasn't prepared for the light touch of his hands tracing down my arms, or the resulting explosion of sensation that accompanied it, and whimpered loudly as my fists clenched at my sides. When he finally untied the lower strap on my bikini and molded my breasts in his hands, I lost the fight completely, and felt my knees lock. 

"That's right. Ride it out," he urged passionately. I couldn't stop myself, I was incredibly wet and painfully hard and the extension slid so easily across my swollen nub. I groaned desperately and he knew. Knew that I was his tonight, to play with and command. Knew that I could not and would not stop him. I knew it too, and whimpered again as my breasts swelled beneath his touch.

"Please," I didn't want to beg, but I couldn't take much more of this. His kisses had done more to upset my fragile control in the last thirty seconds than the toy had accomplished all night.




Wet Dreams



"You can do better than that," he reprimanded passionately, and then upped the ante by nibbling at my earlobe. I reacted feverishly, felt myself flush and saw stars as I started to hyperventilate.

"Anything! Just - Oh God - Please!" I cried out as the first of several small orgasms hit, but he didn't stop the assault.

"Come for me," he ordered, and whether I intended to or not, I obeyed. My legs trembled with fatigue, my arms shook and I begged him NOT to stop as another wave of orgasms exploded. He ignored my frantic pleas, and moved in front of me to watch my reactions more closely. I trembled helplessly, and though I couldn't deny him the opportunity to watch, I continued to plead with him to finish what he'd started. He finally conceded to my demands after several agonizingly intense minutes by simply pulling me into a kiss and ravaging me with his tongue. 

I arched against the ropes, and cried into his mouth as my entire focus shattered and was released into that kiss.

******

"God, but you are fun to watch," he replied breathlessly, ending the kiss and then holding me in his arms. I was breathing heavily - my heartbeat a mere echo of the almost painful throbbing between my legs. My skin tingled as he finished removing the top of my swimsuit, and his fingers trailed lightly across my back. I tried to evade his touch, to cool the simmering passions inside me - but the toy slid erotically across my clit again - and I whimpered desperately. 

"It's okay, love. Just relax," he said. That wasn't possible, I could barely move without triggering another set of orgasms. The memory of what he had just done, what he had made me feel, was too fresh and my fists clenched involuntarily at my sides.

"No more…please." Oh, God, no more… I trembled violently in his arms for several minutes before he mercifully turned the toy off. "Oh god…"

"Shhhh, love. We still have several hours yet," he whispered quietly. I whimpered at the implications. He was enjoying himself entirely too much tonight, and the knowledge that I was still tied to the chair wasn't helping my peace of mind. 

"Care for something to drink?"

I nodded emphatically, and he disappeared into the kitchen with another chuckle at my expense. I hadn't even realized I was thirsty until he'd asked, but I'd have grabbed at any excuse for a few moment's respite and he knew it. 

Hell, he was counting on it. While he dallied about the kitchen, I twisted unsuccessfully in an attempt to dislodge the toy inside me. My clit was swollen again, and ached painfully where it still rubbed against the toy. I was so focused on removing the vibrator that I didn't notice when he returned. "Feel better?" he asked.

"No," I answered almost childishly. 

"Well, maybe this will help," he ventured, and placed the glass of ice water at my lips. I drank greedily, but water still trickled past my lips and down my neck. I shivered as the tiny streams outlined my breasts, and spilled more of the cold water. He smiled, watching the droplets, and then finally pulled the glass away. 

"That would have been easier with two hands," I admonished him. 

"Maybe," he conceded. "But then I wouldn't have been able to do this," he said, and immediately captured one of my nipples between his fingers. I groaned as he rubbed the water roughly into my skin, and tensed involuntarily in the chair. 

"Oh, I like that response."

I closed my eyes as he continued the massage, so I didn't see him reach for the glass of ice, hadn't realized his intent until he placed the frozen cubes against my nipples. They tightened instantly and my eyes flew open in shock as he held the ice there, rolling the cubes over, across, and around my nipples. The ice melted quickly, but when he pulled my nipples into his mouth, one after the other and mirrored the cube's path with his tongue, I groaned brokenly - undone by the rapid changes in temperature, and the renewed throbbing from my clit.

"Definitely a positive response," he chuckled. "Shall we continue this here, or in the bedroom?"

"Bed…room!"

"I hoped you would say that," he said, and quickly untied first my arms and then my ankles from the chair. I took a moment to shake them out, then tried to remove the toy as I stood up but he caught my hand. "No, that stays where it is for now."

I nodded reluctantly, and followed him slowly into the bedroom where he stripped all but the lower sheet from the bed, and then motioned for me to lie down. I slid backwards onto the bed, legs tucked protectively close to my body, and waited while he rummaged through the dresser drawers, emerging finally with another set of ropes, a scarf and a dark blindfold. 

"Lay back, hands above your head."

I did as he instructed, shivering slightly in the colder air as he wrapped the scarf around my wrists, ensnared them with the rope and tied them to the bed frame above my head. I gave the rope an experimental tug, and grinned shyly when it held. 

"We'll leave your legs untied for now," he said, and I thanked him with another grin. I wasn't ready for another session like the previous one. His hand trailed down the outside of my thigh, reversed at the knee, then slid slowly up the inside, teasing lightly, and urging me to spread my legs wider for him. I obeyed automatically, biting my lips when he brushed purposely against my clit and the toy still nestled inside me. 

"You really liked this one," he commented. It wasn't a question, and I didn't dispute the claim, I just nodded. 

He shifted, and the bed rolled as he sat up, slid his hands under my hips and pulled the remaining piece of my swimsuit down. I lifted my hips helpfully, eager to be done with the restrictive clothing. But while the clothing came off easily, he made no attempt to remove the vibrator and I frowned in annoyance. 

"Stop sulking, I like the toy exactly where it is," he commented. 

"I'd much rather have you," I countered boldly and thrust my hips towards him. I was rather pleased to hear his breath catch, and knew that he was at least as aroused as I was by this evening's adventure.

"All in due time," he finally answered back, and began stroking my legs again. "You need to work on obedience."

"I'm always obedient," I answered automatically, increasingly distracted as his touch moved back towards my stomach. 

"Always?" he asked, his eyes suddenly glowing with anticipation and an evil grin. "You're sure of that?"

I simply nodded, and focused on the feel of his hand across my hips. 

"We should probably test that," he stated quietly, and this time I recognized the threat. 

"What are you going to do?" I asked nervously, increasingly aware of my vulnerability as his hand returned to the inside of my thighs, and slid easily between my very wet legs. He ignored my question, and worked the soft folds surrounding the toy between his fingers. I growled in frustration, wanting more than the simple teasing he was providing, and tried to push myself away from him. He simply grinned, pulled me back into position and resumed working the delicate flesh beneath his palm.

"Let's see just how obedient you are," he answered quietly. His fingers increased their frantic pace across my clit ever so slightly, and I groaned again as my hands fisted above my head and my nipples turned painfully erect. 

"That will do nicely."

The bed shifted again as he reached for the blindfold he'd placed on the dresser only moments before. "Here's the deal," he explained quietly, while wrapping the blindfold over my eyes. "Prove to me that you can be obedient for the next twenty minutes, and we'll forget that rather clumsy comment of yours."

I nodded obediently, grateful for the opportunity to prove myself, and tried to ignore the wanderings of his hand across my breasts as he explained the ground rules. "There's only one rule," he continued in the same authoritative voice, "You will be quiet. Not a sound, not so much as a whimper until those twenty minutes are up." 

"Oh god!" I couldn't do it. The effort of holding back even a few groans after tonight's adventure would be impossible to maintain. He chuckled, and put a finger to my lips to silence any further protests. 

"Not a sound," he reiterated as he stretched out beside me, and resumed teasing my nipples. They came alive with his touch, and I held my breath as he worked them against each other, pinching first one and then the other. I tried to roll away from him, but he caught my arm and flipped me back over with a ruthless chuckle. 

"We won't need this anymore," he continued, and finally removed the vibrator. I was dizzy with relief and almost thanked him for removing it, when I felt him move and slide easily into its place. He was larger than the toy, and I shifted uncomfortably to accommodate his increased length and girth, felt the stretch and pull of him inside me and bit my lips firmly to stop the groan building deep inside me.

"You aren't going to make it, " he promised.

I silently agreed with him. I was determined to obey him, not to make a sound, but there was no way I could last twenty minutes like this… 

"God, you feel sweet," he whispered passionately, and I found myself a trembling wreck of erotic sensation as he began to move. I couldn't tell which was worse at that moment, the long drawn out strokes he preferred, or the rapid short ones that were designed to drive me out of my mind and were accomplishing the task terribly well. I was breathing rapidly, my hands clenched into fists above my head, struggling to be silent when I felt his mouth close on my left nipple. I stopped the groan, but shook uncontrollably with the effort of obeying him. "Yes… that's it, baby," He laughed as I fought for control, continued to laugh as my muscles locked and I twisted beneath him. I tried to smother the groans his kisses were creating, tried to ignore the deep thrust and parry being performed inside me, but my skin burned with the memory of his touch and, after several minutes of trying, I lost the battle completely and arched into his touch with a loud, shuddering moan. 

Nothing could stop the overwhelming passion between us at this point, and I cried out with each powerful thrust he made. I was oblivious to everything but the feel of him inside me, and trembled brokenly in his arms as our passion spent itself and he collapsed on top of me for the second time that night. 

When he finally raised his head this time, and untied my arms from the head board, I curled protectively into his arms and whimpered quietly for sleep. He folded me in his arms, kissed my forehead, and nodded. 

"Sleep now, we'll deal with your disobedience later..."



Wet Dreams



They lay together, silently lost in thought, as the summer sun licks their bronzed bodies. He muses to himself, imagining the tale she wove to skip out of the office that day. The waves, lapping gently in the distance, sing of nature's harmony. Just another reason this small secluded beach had become a favorite retreat for the lovers. 

Shielding his eyes to look at her, he tenderly wipes the stray strands of hair from her face. She smiles softly as his finger trails down her cheek. Mesmerized, the finger follows her defined jaw line, down her neck, pausing at the pulsating artery hammering beneath his touch. A deep breath of the salty beach air fills his lungs before the finger continues its exploration.

Across the thin strap of her bikini, easily slipping it from her shoulder. Sparks of envy surge through the hand. Digits ache to grope and know her sensual flesh. "Patience", he reminds himself. The glistening mixture of sweat and oil mingle as he outlines her shoulder blades. Every moment in time seemingly paused to savor the vision of desire. Boldly his finger releases the clasp securing the thin fabric to her body, allowing it to fall free. His ears reach and grasp at the faint sigh drifting from her parted lips. Her back arches involuntarily as his finger drags slowly down the small of her back, following the guidance of the black satin t-back that teasingly makes a path to her hidden treasures.

Legs quiver in anticipation as his fingers explore her round firm buttocks. Thighs part wantonly. The finger, eliciting a soft whimper from her, continues down her leg. A playful smile dances across his lips as he allows the finger to slide to her inner thigh, only to electrify her legs as it floats down to her ankle. Then... slowly, breathlessly, the finger finds its way back up her supple golden calves. 

He no longer cares to control the overwhelming urges as his hands massage each of her legs. Kneading the firm muscles, he spreads her legs apart and settles between them. His proud manhood stands firm and sure, like a compass pointing the way home. Spreading the satiny folds of her moist flower he dips his head lower to taste her sweet nectar. Her hips push up towards the coolness of his tongue, allowing him deeper access into her flowing pool. With expert ease his tongue maneuvers in and out of her grasping muscles, momentarily snaking down to suckle the swollen pearl. 

Moaning loudly she buries her face into the soft terry towel, her long petite fingers clawing at the scorching sand. Her juices cover his mouth, chin, and nose as he drinks gluttonously at her fountain. Her body trembles, waves of ecstasy crash upon her, dragging her into a sea of orgasmic pleasure. Sensing her return from the deep depths lust he tenderly laps at her glistening thighs. Lovingly paying homage to each inch of her outstretched legs until he finds himself at her dainty toes. Dragging his tongue across the foot, he playfully sucks at each toe.

Giggling softly she stirs, rubbing her eyes. Glancing down, she searches for her lover's gaze. Sighing, she notes the setting sun, empty beach, and the rising tide lapping against her feet. 

Wet dreams...



Wet Dreams



Amy leaned back on her bed, yawning and stretching.  She didn’t want to get up just yet because she was hoping to try and finish her delectable dream about Dominic.  She’d been dreaming about him often, and lately the dreams had gotten more and more vivid, realistic and sexual.  As the dreams got hotter and became more frequent, she repeatedly found herself waking up aching with need for Dominic’s touch, since the only time he actually showed sexual interest in her was in her erotic dreams.

Dom was a blackjack dealer by day and a jungle DJ by night.  The records he spun were fast, aggressive, electronic, and Amy always found that his music selections excited her.  In truth, everything about Dom excited her.  He had a beautiful body, a sexy voice, and a cool profession.  He fit the role of “tall, dark, and handsome” to a T, but that wasn’t why women found him mouth-watering.  Women found him irresistible for a much less tangible reason, a reason nobody but Amy could quite put a finger on.  

Amy recognized in Dominic a quality that she sometimes possessed; the man was simply oozing with sexual energy.  She could feel electricity in the air every time he looked at her, and one time she nearly had an orgasm just because their thighs touched when he sat down next to her on the couch.  She knew he affected every woman in the same manner, since she was so aware of the mysterious sexual energy he exuded.

Amy was twenty years old and didn’t find herself attractive, even if other people did.  She had dirty blonde hair that hung four inches below her shoulders, and fell somewhere in between wavy and straight.  She had ivory skin and freckles, traits that corresponded with her Irish/English ancestry.  Her eyes were a bluish gray but changed color with her emotions.  She was five feet four inches, and weighed in at less than one hundred fifteen pounds.  She didn’t have quite the magnetic sexual pull that Dom did, but she’d figured out the golden rule of desire:  If a woman is turned on enough, the men around her will be, too.  She’d experimented with this theory several times, with similar results.  She would masturbate for at least twenty minutes, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm several times, but never quite allow herself to reach full release.  Because of this, she’d remain excited for at least two or three hours and when she went out and socialized, she noticed the change.  Men, and some women would react to her differently.  They’d talk to her more, and their voices would sound lower and breathier.  They’d look at her differently, their gazes lingering on her much longer than she expected.  The extra attention would turn her on even more, and those people with whom she’d socialized would notice her desire building, and they’d also become more excited, and so on.

But the golden rule if desire was the furthest thing from her mind as she lay there in bed.  She was trying to force herself back into her dream when the phone rang.  It took her two more rings to answer, since she was in a lazy mood, but her demeanor changed abruptly when she heard the voice on the other end.  

“What’s up, Amy.  It’s Dom.”

“Hey, what’s up?” she replied in a pathetic attempt to sound casual.

“I’m spinning at the club tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to drive up with me.  I’ll comp you in and everything, so you won’t have to pay.”

“Of course I’ll go, Dom.  I’ll see you in twenty minutes,” she said, since she lived less than five minutes away from him.  Then she started her process of getting ready.  She started to play with herself, repeatedly bringing herself right up to the edge of orgasm, building up but never relieving the tension.  She dressed in anticipation of her night to come, in clothes that were sexy yet comfy.  Maybe, with the help of her curve-hugging sweater, she could capture Dominic’s attention in a way she’d never been able to.  Before she put on her panties, she put her hands between her legs and rubbed some of her juices on her wrists and neck for a sexy, yet natural scent.

A short car ride later Amy was at his place, and when she knocked on the door, she heard him call out, “Come in.”

As she entered his apartment, his German shepherd came bouncing over to greet her.  She bent to scratch his bouncy pet, Louie, on the head, and then her mouth went dry as she caught a flash of Dom’s naked torso.  He whizzed past her into the bathroom, calling out that he’d be ready any minute if she wanted to wait outside in his running car.  She agreed and walked outside, where he wouldn’t be able to see her flushed face and dark eyes.  

Dominic came outside and put his records in the car.  Then he hopped in, turned up the music, and took off.  He drove like a racecar driver, which made Amy both excited and nervous.  The music was too loud for conversation, which left her floating in thoughts about how excited she was getting from his driving, and even from just sitting next to him.  She crossed her fingers and hoped she wouldn’t leave a wet spot on the seat.  

Before she knew it, Dom was pulling into the parking lot and announcing their arrival.  As he spoke, he looked straight at her, and his eyes held hers for what seemed like five minutes.  During that time, she could’ve sworn that bolts of electricity jumped back and forth between them, but before she knew it, he broke the moment by opening his car door.

“Are you ready?” he asked as he reached into the backseat to grab his records.  If only he knew, she thought to herself.  She nodded, and stepped out of the car, shocked out of her dreamy state when the wind’s icy fingers caressed her neck.  The warmth of the club was a welcome relief.  

Once they were inside, he took off to make his rounds, and she found herself disappointed, craving his magnetic presence.  His set was next, though, and soon she looked up to see him onstage.  He played some excellent tracks, and she found herself staring into the DJ booth as she danced to the music.  Sometimes he’d look up and make eye contact with her, simply staring at her from underneath those dark, brooding eyebrows.  During those moments, it felt like they were the only two people in the room, even though the club was packed.  He never missed a beat in his set, and she never missed one in her dancing.  

Two exhausting hours later, they made their way to his small black car.  They both felt drained, but the sexual energy was still present.  About halfway through the drive home he turned down the music, and turned his head slightly to talk to her.

“You know why I like it when you come to see me spin?” he asked, and then answered, without waiting for a reply.  “Because you don’t stop dancing.  I love it that my music keeps you constantly moving.  I feel like you’re dancing just for me.”  

When they reached his house, Dom suggested she come inside, since the night was still early and he wouldn’t be going to sleep for hours.  Amy agreed, but only if she could go home and take a quick shower.

She was back at his house in less than twenty minutes, and she saw a note on his door, which said:

Come right in.  I’m in the shower but I’ll be out soon.

Make yourself comfortable.               

---Dom---

Amy read the note and walked in the front door.  She pet Louie and sat on the couch, nearly overcome with anticipation, hoping he hadn’t invited anyone else over.  Sexual thoughts of Dom swarmed through her head, and she turned when she heard soft footsteps.  All rational thought cleared out of her head when she saw that Dominic was dripping wet and naked.  She couldn’t pull her eyes away from his glistening musculature, or his smooth expanse of tanned skin.  Her eyes then traveled uncontrollably to his groin, just as he realized she was waiting on the couch, and he turned and walked back to the bathroom.  

Her head swam as she recalled every inch of his delicious body.  She could hear her own heartbeat thumping in her ears and feel the moisture between her legs.  She felt maddened that he could just turn around and walk casually back to the bathroom.  She felt overwhelmed by the wave of lust that had just flooded her body.  She felt sorry he hadn’t stood there and let her finish visually appreciating his body. And she felt faint when he sauntered back in wearing a towel, and picked up a pair of pajama pants from the pile on the corner of his bed (which was placed in the living room).  He disappeared back into the bathroom to change, and came out in flannel plaid pajama pants, which did little to hide the outline of his huge cock.  As he slipped into a thin shirt, which clung to his luscious body, Amy felt some of the blood return to her brain.

He looked at her and grinned, one of those devastatingly dark smiles that made Amy wonder about his intentions, and finally, he spoke.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.  I didn’t realize you were here, and I’ve got a habit of walking around my house naked.”  This was more information than Amy needed to know, and once again, the heat rushed to her face.

“I have to g-go to the- the bathroom,” she stammered, and almost jumped out of her seat on the couch at the electric sparks from his closeness.  She rushed to the bathroom, where she sat and tried to calm herself.  

“I’m calm.  I’m sexy.  I’m a goddess.  I’m the subject of every man’s erotic dreams.”  She repeated her mantra over and over again in the mirror, and when she really felt calm and sexy, she strolled back into the living room.  She was about to take her seat when she realized that the couch cushion she’d been sitting on had a wet spot about the size of a kiwi fruit on it.  Unfortunately, Dom noticed it just as she did and looked up at her.  She blushed uncontrollably, and he slowly licked his lips.  

“If that was caused by my nakedness, then I’m not sorry at all,” he told her, and as he looked at her, she noticed that his pupils were dilated, and he looked ravenous, almost dangerous.

Her knees went weak and the sparks flying between them turned into invisible strings, pulling her toward him.  She almost fell onto the couch, but he stopped her, put his hands around her waist, and pulled her into his lap so she could see his eyes and feel his hardness pressing into her bottom.  She rubbed herself up against his erection, and he looked intently at her for a moment before he leaned forward and took her mouth in a passionate kiss.  

She shuddered at the exquisite sensation of his mouth against hers, at the heavenly taste of his tongue as it tirelessly probed her mouth.  She fervently hoped his tongue would cause a similar reaction when he used it to lap the moisture between her thighs.  He could sense her urgency and he slid his hands under the waistband of her silk pajama bottoms, lifting her off his lap as he pulled down her pants, and quickly followed suit with her underwear.  Then he was pulling her tank top over her head, and before she knew what was happening, she stood in front of him completely nude.  His eyes went black as his gaze traveled slowly over her naked body.  Then he reached down, and stroked her wetness with one finger, testing her, teasing her.  His finger entered her and she sighed in torment, wanting more than he’d given her so far.  Slowly and methodically, or maybe instinctually, he worked his way down her body in a trail of kisses, stopping at her inner thigh, just to the right of her steaming sex.  

Then Amy felt his tongue on her, right where she wanted it.  He sucked her clit into his mouth, concentrating on her pleasure.  Another finger slid into her pussy to join the first.  She was ecstatic until she felt the chill of her sex being exposed to the cool air.  She began to raise her head in protest, until she saw what he was doing.  With his eyes locked on hers, he slowly removed his fingers from her dripping orifice, and placed them in his mouth, seemingly savoring the taste of her juices.  Then he licked her swollen pussy, and his tongue slipped down and gently entered her asshole.

He replaced the two fingers inside her and then she felt a third slip into her asshole, which was still wet with his saliva.  His tongue was once again working its magic on her clit.  Then she lost herself in pleasure as he worshipped her body until she came.  The knowledge of her orgasm burned in his eyes, and he lifted his head to look at her.  His mouth twisted, as if he were about to smile, but was so lost in passion that he couldn’t.

She felt the head of his cock rub up against her, nudging its way into her slick opening with a certain expertise that she imagined no one but Dom possessed.  Their lovemaking lasted all night.  At least 4 hours and a dozen orgasms later, they curled up on his living room bed and drifted off to sleep.

Amy awoke to the sound of the telephone ringing.  She sat up, her eyes blinking in the bright sunlight, and she felt disoriented.  She looked around and was horribly disappointed when she discovered that she was in her own bed at her own house.  Her dismay was overpowering when she realized that last night’s activities had been another one of her erotic dreams.  She reached for the phone, just before the answering machine picked it up.  She was already pissed at whoever was calling her, since they’d inadvertently woken her up to the harsh, cruel reality that she was alone, and had been alone, the previous night.  She didn’t want to talk to the caller, but she mumbled a groggy hello anyway, and waited to see who was calling.  She recognized the voice.

“What’s up, Amy.  It’s Dom.