0 comments/ 24750 views/ 1 favorites An Evening in LA By: manavata I landed around 5PM at the LA International Airport and rang up Demy at the number she had given during our one time swimming pool encounter. ‘Hello. Is that you ‘Abs’ (the name she had given me then)’ ‘Yes. How are we?’ ‘Oh! I’m fine but have to go for an outdoor shooting just now. I will be back tomorrow night’ ‘That’s fine. I would ring you then.’ ‘No. No. You come straight here (she gave me the address). Don’t worry. You will have lovely company. Kid will be here by late evening. I will inform her.’ ‘Kid?’ ‘You know Kidman. She usually spends nights with me whenever we are alone. We both hate sleeping alone! I have already told her about the wonderful hour spent at the NY hotel. Now that her cunt would have a beautiful brown cock to give company, she would be thrilled.’ ‘Brown cock, that is the first time I have heard this nomenclature.’ ‘Ok. Bye. My ‘pinky’ just can’t get over her juicy kisses from the brown cock. Tell it to be at its best when she joins it tomorrow night.’ When I reached Demy’s beautiful home, my first act was to get into the tub for a long and lazy bath. I lost count of time until I heard the doorbell. I was just trying to get up to get into a robe and open the door, when I heard the sound of a key turning in the door lock. I realized that Kid would be having a duplicate, so I remained where I was. She came in straight to the bathroom. Saw me. She took off her clothes and got in with me in the tub. What a way to get introduced! She was beautiful. Her boobs were perfectly round with pink nipples. I admire the beauty of a woman’s breasts, buttocks, lips and cunt, in that order, provided they are round, full, smooth and inviting hands and mouth to touch and caress them. The buttocks were under water, so the next attention went to her lips as they descended on my lips. It was a long kiss that started affectionately and slowly shifted gears to end in passionate tongue sucking. She was almost lying on me. I pulled her up and made her stand with my hands around her beautiful round bums. I caressed them softly and also moved my palms to rub her ass hole in a vertical motion. All the time my face was pressed against her blond bush above the water-dripping cunt. Soon my attention went to the cunt that faced me like an arrogant princess right at the level of my eyes. I looked at it and then spoke for the first time. ‘My greetings to the proud owner of this beautiful cunt.’ ‘Wow. That is the most unusual but wonderful greetings I have ever received. I would like my cunt to reciprocate to its proud companion, the brown cock.’ ‘Wait a minute. Let me first become acquainted with my center of worship for tonight.’ I started kissing around her cunt while holding on to the two smooth halves of her bum. My lips made repeated contacts with the cunt lips. The next in line was the clit that had in the mean while got up to a standing position. I sucked it for a long time sending Kid to almost the brink of a fantastic climax. My tongue now started a dance inside her cunt. This she could not bear and immediately jerked to a long climax. I stopped for a few minutes to let her regain her breath before started the royal lip service all over again sending her to the second climax. She could not take it any more and collapsed in my lap. I soothed her nerves by caressing her face, breasts and arms. My cock was all the time in a pole position and naturally it now caught the attention of Kid whose cunt was on its own striving to meet the famous brown cock. She got down between my legs and asked me to stand up. I obliged with loving surrender. She was so gentle in holding me. She seemed to admire the colour and the beauty of a brown cock that has not been circumscribed. The tip was covered with skin, which she parted with her lips and kissed deeply. It was like paying respects to a deity. Soon the cock was filling her mouth and she was hungrily sucking it. She pulled in gradually almost the entire length deep in her throat. She pulled it out and again sucked it in. She repeated this for some time bringing me to the verge of cum. I pulled her up and gave a deep kiss on her lips. We were standing against each other. My cock was almost at the entrance of her cunt. We could not hold on any longer. I caught hold of her buttocks and lifted her legs to either side of my waist. The brown cock found the pink cunt inches away and for the first time they greeted each other with their lips. They had no time for further introduction and soon the cock in all its glory was buried inside the folds of its companion, while our lips were joined in a long kiss. My hands were full with the two halves of the smoothest bums I have ever held. We stayed like this for some time before the in out motion of the cock inside the cunt started on its own motivation. The sound generated during the withdrawal and the pushing in of my cock inside her cunt got mingled with my grunts and Kid’s Ahs and OOOhs. This background music could have inspired many singers about the words/noises to be used in between the few suggestive lines like ‘she’s hot’ ‘I want her now’ ‘lets do it’ etc that constitute the pop music of today. Our in out motion increased its speed as if there was no tomorrow. I kept on pumping in her while my hands kneaded her buttocks and my finger entered her ass hole and simulated the in out motion of my cock in her cunt. Soon we simultaneously reached climax and collapsed in the tub in each other’s arms. When we regained our breath, we got out, toweled each other and put on our gowns. Kid and myself prepared a meal of toasts and eggs and topped it with coffee. Thereafter we retired to the bedroom to lie in each other’s arms planning to resume our sexual combat some time in the night. An Evening in Paris (Epilogue) Stirring beneath the downy layers of covers, I stretched out luxuriously, reveling in the shelter of his body, pressed ever close to mine. While I slept, he had nudged his erection between the red cheeks of my ass, only to taunt me with the notion that he might allow me to have him soon. He was wide awake, and staring down at me as I opened my heavy eyelids. I was still a filthy mess from the events of the day, but he smiled as he helped me to sit. "We need to clean you up before we leave this evening," he said, giving me my cue to follow him to the bathroom, where he had already filled the huge tub with warm water and fluffy bubbles. Immediately, I spotted the enema he had placed on the marble vanity, its bright green bottle and thick nozzle now so familiarly inviting. Behind me, I could feel his presence, and I waited patiently for him to speak. "Chin up, precious. I want to look at your pretty eyes this evening" he said, catching my gaze in the mirror. "Now, tell me what you want right now." "Will you give me an enema?" I asked quietly, thinking of all the time he had spent trying to convince me that I would adore the sensation -- even come to embrace it. For so long, I had rejected consideration, and, sweet Master that he was, never forced me to engage in any activity I deemed uncomfortable or intolerable. However, after he had continuously expressed the pleasure it would bring him , I hesitantly acquiesce to the activity. Now, even with my astute recollection of the pain that followed every administration, I craved the primitive gratification brought forth from the clear liquid in the bottle. "Please?" "That's a request I can't resist," he said, his finger tracing the crack of my ass deep into my dripping cunt. "Lean over the vanity." As I bent over, my breasts hung into the bowl of the huge sink. I parted my legs, and opened my ass to him, finding great delight in the joys of my subordination. Teasing me with the white plastic tip, he caressed my tiny hole, then pulled it away so that he could apply a thick gob of jelly against my most tender spot. The nozzle slipped easily inside, and the cool rush of water comforted me. His right hand squeezed the bottle with an even pressure, filling me slowly as his left hand held me still. I breathed deeply, taking slow careful streams of air into my lungs, just as he had conditioned me to do so long ago. After emptying the contents inside me, he pressed his finger over my hole. As we waited for the cramps to begin, he reached around to rub my tummy, soothing the pain before it even began. My body tensed with the sudden effects of the enema, and I clenched every muscle in my anus tightly to hold my bowels inside. "May I shit for you now?" I winced at the pain, which was minimized by steady, circular pressure of his palm against my stomach. "Yes, you may." He held my arms as I squatted to the toilet, then reached down to stroke my clit as I filled the bowl. Rocking against his finger, I felt so open, so exposed to his domination. The spark of my orgasm, fluttering into my belly against the cramps, liberated of all my senses to his desire. "Cum now," he commanded. "That's my good girl -- cumming and shitting for me." His finger moved faster, holding me on the brink of absolute completion. "Keep cumming for me, my wet little one." My bowel was now hollow, but I suddenly felt my bladder enlarge with the pressure of its fullness. "May I pee...please?" I heaved, my breasts jiggling as I humped against his hand. "Go ahead," he said, without bothering to remove his finger from my clit, "but keep cumming for me." "Ohhhhhhhhh..." I rocked against the steady jolts that had seized and surged through every muscle in my cunt -- from which flowed a steady yellow stream. Gyrating, pumping and grinding, I squinted my eyes to hold back the unexpected tears. "Still cumming..." His middle finger plunged inside me. Then a second. And a third. All slapping against my G-spot as I began to tip over the edge, succumbing to the tensely exquisite release that radiated through my core. Catching me against his chest, he kissed the beads of sweat upon my forehead, while I quivered in his arms. But I couldn't rest for a second, uncertain of when we might have the chance to share another unexpected evening like this -- alone together -- again. Sitting back on the toilet seat, I brought his hand to my mouth. "Your fingers," I whispered, my breaths stilted. Suckling gently at the tips, I drew each finger between my lips to taste the gewy wetness of my arousal mingled with the sour taste of urine. He had so generously allowed me to revel in my own pleasure. Now, I wanted to demonstrate my respect by licking his fingers dry. His cock was still hard, the veins gorged with his own desires, but I knew he wouldn't allow me the privilege of taking me in whatever manner he chose just yet. When at last he drew me up, he led me over to the huge bathtub, and braced me from falling as I stepped carefully into the shallow water. For a moment, I wondered how I could possibly leave this hotel and have dinner with him in one of the glamorous restaurants he fancied in the clothes I had worn earlier in the day, but I was prepared to swallow my chagrin -- for him -- if he chose to continue my punishment. As he lathered the soap all over me, bathing me as a father would a child, I found myself falling into his trance, coasting closer to that tiny corner of the universe where my only concern was to please him. Seeing me sink into this blissfully agitated state, he knew that I was incapable of questioning or reasoning. The strength of my trust in him surpassed all of my fears. His soapy hands, which roamed in slick caresses all over my body, intended to gentle me, but he knew very well that even the slightest brush of his fingers easily ignited every spark of sexual tension that heated my veins. My breasts, my clit -- even the tiny red bud of my ass -- burned with a fire that soothed as it raged. Finishing up, he shampooed my hair, washing away the traces of the men who had used me entirely for his satisfaction, then after a thorough rinse, he helped me to stand. "I've got a surprise for later hidden in the bedroom, so I want you to dress in here," he said, rubbing the thick velvety towel over my breasts, pinching my nipples through the heavy, soft material just hard enough to edge me closer to cumming again. Then, he abruptly moved on to my arms and legs, systematically avoiding the trembling lips of my sex. "You're so wet that it just doesn't matter," he said, turning away from me to hang the damp towel on the rack. Then, he left again to retrieve my clothes. Sitting alone on the edge of the tub, I opened my knees, and placed my hands on my thighs. Upon his return, he held in his hands my outfit for the evening, so carefully chosen in his simple elegant tastes: a tiny black cocktail dress, accentuated with a short pleated skirt, a pair of thigh-highs with a slip of a fine lace garter belt to hold them in place, and a pair of black paten heels. "You may dress now." Again, he left me alone so that he could dress for dinner. With an air of reverence, I rolled each stocking over my leg, then snapped the fine silk coverings into place before stepping into the shoes. As I slipped the dress over my head, I could feel the material teasing my bare nipples once again, and I reveled in the delight of dressing in the clothes he deemed me worthy enough to wear. Ever so carefully, I dried my hair, then fastened my tresses on top of my head -- just as he so adored -- with the handmade silver clip he had left on the vanity for me. After finishing my make-up and spritzing myself with his favorite perfume, I opened the door slightly, and asked for his permission to enter the salon. He sat on the couch, with a Scotch in hand, and surveyed every inch of my body with his unreadable eyes. Then, he waved his hand, beckoning me to move closer. Again, I began to worry. I hoped I had fulfilled his expectations of me wearing the dress, and I began to fret that something just wasn't right. The guilt of disappointing him twice in a matter of hours would leave me shattered. "One more thing," he said, his voice steady and his eyes still cool. "Bend over the couch, my sweet." Dutifully, I lifted the pleated skirt of my short cocktail dress, and leaned over the arm of the antique divan, just as he instructed. I could feel the cold lubricant against my ass, then the soft pressure of the silicone plug as he pressed it inside. "Just a gentle reminder for this evening," he explained, patting my raw cheek. "One more inch...there. Now, you may stand." For dinner he had chosen a fine restaurant where I could never afford to dine on my own. The maitre d' recognized him immediately when we stepped through the door, and I had guessed that he had frequented the place on his numerous trips to France. If our host was keen enough to notice that I was not his wife -- who had likely dined with him, perhaps even at the same table he had reserved for this evening -- he was discreet enough not to question my Master. "Every other woman in this room pales in comparison to you," he murmured as we settled into our corner table, "and every man has his hand on his cock at the sight of you." Bashfully, I dropped my head and smiled. "Thank you." "But you can't have a single one of them this evening," he continued. "Tonight, my precious one, you are solely for my pleasure." Our conversation throughout dinner was light, quick chatter on how he wanted to spend the following day with me. We discussed which exhibits we might catch and the boutiques where he would take me shopping for lingerie. It was these sorts of moments, arguing over French politics or my utter distaste for Picasso, that often gave me the most satisfaction. He had once told me that he could never make love to a woman with whom he couldn't carry on an intelligent conversation afterward, and I felt ever so exalted in knowing that I was the object of his attention -- even if only for a short time. When we returned to the hotel, slightly giddy from the wine we drank with dinner, I caught a glimpse of myself in one of the gold framed mirrors that lined the lobby's thick walls. Looking at my reflection, I realized that the girl who had walked through the lobby just hours ago was unrecognizable as the face that stared back at me. Now, draped in the finest materials that money could buy, I was so proud to be his property to show off in his high-society circles. As we strolled along, I curtailed my own amusement, thinking how carefully we had hidden our little sexual secrets from the naked eyes around us. Once back in the room, I undressed, leaving my thigh-highs and garter belt on, then bowed on my knees before him. "Since you were such a good girl today, and took your punishment without complaint, I have a very special surprise for you." he said, petting my head with long even strokes. "Now, crawl to the bedroom." Obeying his command, I made my way slowly toward the closed door, dragging my hands and legs just as he had taught me. "My toys!" I exclaimed with the excitement of a little child uncovering her gifts under the tree on Christmas morning when I spotted the display of dildos, clamps, and anal beads. "Get your toy, precious," he said, as he cupped my chin in his hand, then snapped my collar around my neck. With each movement, I could feel the dampness slipping down my thigh, knowing that soon he would permit me his cock. I could envision the thickness of him so vividly, and licked my lips in anticipation. Taking his beloved rod into every orifice of my body was the most esteemed privilege he could grant me. I searched for the largest of the vibrators, then placed my lips around the fat head of a ten-inch silicone shaft to draw it into my mouth. Sucking it tightly between my lips, I returned to the floor on my hands and knees, and waited for him to permit me to return to his feet. "Good girl," he said, stepping up to my side. "Now, clean up your other toys, put them away -- in a drawer -- and return to me." While I hurried to gather the assortment of gifts he had bought specifically for me, he removed his jacket, then his tie, shirt, belt and trousers with an almost casual air, as if we had all the time in the world. The tender pull of the clamps around my nipples brought me a welcoming rush of pain, and he tugged at the chain just once to allot me a moment of pleasure before issuing his next demand. "Kneel on the bed for me." Climbing up on the fluff of covers that had been so elegantly turned down, I braced myself on all fours, and spread my cheeks wide to his liking. As he pulled the thick plug from the depths of my bowel, I knew what he had in store. "So open," he said, teasing the thin, over-sensitized rim with the tip of his finger. In the beginning of our relationship, even the insertion of my pinky finger lubricated with my own wetness, had been too much for me. Throughout the months of our telephonic and electronic affair, he had readied me for our first encounter by instructing me which anal plugs to use, stretching my tender pink hole and initiating me into a new level of pleasure. On the day of our first meeting, I surprised him over lunch, telling him that I had managed to fit the largest plug inside, and later that afternoon, I gave him my two most precious gifts -- my virgin ass and my pledge of absolute submission. In and out, he drove his fingers through the constricting walls of my cunt, all the while taunting my ass with the tickle of the head of his cock. Occasionally, he would pull away slightly to nudge his glistening fingers inside my anus, slipping slowly until the delicate skin gloved him to the knuckle and readying me for his plunge with the residue of my own arousal. His ingress was quick, shoving inside me with the force of five men, and I bucked backward to take him completely inside. As he began to pump so steadily, I felt as if my clit were hanging from a ledge, treading dangerously close to the edge of culmination. Just knowing how much time he had invested in training me to relish in the delights of sodomy brought me incomprehensible joy. Yet before I could catch my breath to beg him for release, I felt the slap of his hand against my bottom -- first the right cheek then the left -- and he ordered me to take my vibrator into my mouth. "That's it...suck it harder... just like you sucked those two men this afternoon." Again and again, I felt the sting of his hand as I worked my jaw around the pseudo-phallus, pretending that it his cock inside my mouth -- the same cock that reamed so deeply into my most delicate passage. With each stab, his balls heaved against me, slapping me where his occupied hands couldn't reach. Then -- without warning -- I could feel the gentle, steady hum of a second vibrator that he stuffed into my cunt radiating through the orgasm I fought so hard to control. Against the plastic in my mouth, I groaned, my muffled cries pleading with him to allow me just one more chance to cum. "You're so full," he said, increasing the pace and the depth of his thrust into my ass. "All of your holes are full now." Pressing my bound breasts flat against the comforter, which I clutched in my hands, I matched him stroke for stroke, riding him all the way to my salvation. Squeezing him with my ass, I clutched the vibrator in my cunt and bit down upon the one in my mouth. I needed this so desperately...so desperately...and only he could gratify me the permission for release. "Cum." It was an order I had long ago learned to obey, and one that I embraced with the utmost veneration. Just as I thought I might collapse in the throes of sizzling sparks that fluttered through my cunt, my ass, my body and soul, he exploded inside me, filling me with load after load of his cum. When he stilled, I continued to tremble, feeling the aftershocks of oblivion settling over me. Gently, he withdrew, simultaneously removing the vibrator from the gaping, dripping hole between my legs. Rolling me over, he took the other toy from my lips, and smoothed his hand over my hip. "Easy...settle down, my precious." Dazed, I stared blindly into his eyes through the blur of my tears, then sat up and habitually bent my head to take him between my lips. I licked like a thirsty cat lapping milk, cleaning him of every last drop as I nursed from his softness. When I had cleansed him to his satisfaction, he eased me away with his tender hands to reward me with the delicate press of his lips against my beaded forehead. "You, my precious, are such a very good girl." An Evening in the Country Too fast, He was going too fast. Matt knew it and knew it was reckless but he couldn't really blame himself. Matt was thundering through the countryside roads and it was around 1.00 am, one hand on the wheel and one hand up the skirt of Sarah, his girlfriend, who was sitting in the passenger seat. God she was wet! 15 minutes ago the two of them were nestled in a bar back in town, out on a Saturday night with some of Sarah's friends to celebrate a friend's birthday. Matt wasn't too pleased at having to go out with his girlfriends circle of friends, but hey it was better than having her be mad at him for not coming out with her. The party had dragged on from the beginning but Sarah seemed to be enjoying herself so he didn't mind too much. By half past midnight Sarah had just finished dancing with some of the girls and came over to talk to him. Matt leaned forward expecting her to ask him to get her another drink, and nearly did a double take when she leaned in to whisper in his ear..."I want to fuck." Matt simply looked at her and saw the sheer lust inside those brown eyes. "Fuck me she's serious" Matt thought. He didn't need telling twice, Matt immediately went to collect their coats while Sarah moved off to say a few quick goodbyes. They reached the car within five minutes and in the dark of the car park they came together, kissing ferociously. He could taste the wine on her breath and knew she was definitely up for this, as they broke apart she held the bottom of his lip within her teeth for a few seconds. Matt barely even noticed the sharp pain. Matt and Sarah were both college students at home for the weekend, and so there were precious few places that they could go to be alone together, during the weekends at least. So when Sarah groaned "Take me somewhere private Matt" He had to strain himself to think clearly. Something made quite difficult due to the fact his cock was being massaged through his jeans. Matt's mind was racing, Sarah's lust was infectious and he was desperate to find somewhere, and so an image of an old country lane he had driven past in his youth popped into his head with the clarity of a fever dream. Matt Buckled up and speed off. The lane was a slow bend just off a back road in the country side and it only led to a single field and was hidden from sight from the road by a hedgerow so once Matt pulled up in the lane they were hidden perfectly from the casual glance of any passing motorists. Matt and Sarah immediately came together again, kissing, caressing and biting with savage ferocity. Sarah pulled herself apart from Matt with a tremendous effort, but it was necessary, they needed to move to the backseat. Sarah pushed Matt down on the backseat and started to unbuckle his jeans. Matt's thick cock burst out and she immediately took him in her mouth. Working her tongue around the end of his stiff cock she knew she was driving him mad. He was already dripping but she had only been sucking on his dick for a few minutes when he groaned "I want to eat that pussy!" Sarah was a bit taken aback that he wanted to move on from getting his cock sucked with such fervour until Matt finished after another groan "While you keep sucking me!" Sarah looked at Matt, a wicked grin on her face. She crawled on top of him and kissed him, Matts fingers moved to unclip her bra and in one swift movement it popped open. She laughed " You're getting too good at that!" but she pulled off her top while she said it. Turning around on him Sarah took him again into her mouth whilst Matt began to pull her thong to the side, exposing her tight wet pussy. Matt kissed, sucked, flicked, rubbed with an almost animalistic passion. He could feel her nipples moving delicately across his stomach as Sarah sucked and grabbed his balls. This drove his passion further and he licked her clit faster and faster while he drove his fingers in and out of her wet pussy, he even touched her asshole but gently and he felt her shudder. Matt felt more than heard her moan and in turn her intensity on his cock increased. They continued in this bliss for a few more minutes and Matt felt his orgasm building in his balls. Sarah was close too and by this stage she was desperate for his cock. She pulled her head up from his throbbing cock and pleaded "Fuck me now Matt, I need your cock in me". Sarah moved forward in the seat and Matt sat up. Sarah was on all fours on the back seat with her creamy ass in the air. The sight alone was almost enough to send him over the edge but Matt restrained himself. He Worked his cock into her pussy slowly, just putting the tip in at first and thrusting slightly. The moan that escaped from Sarah was sheer pleasure. "Awhhhh!" Matt smiled, she was so warm on the end of his cock and so tight. Matt had a few more small thrusts and then plunged the full length of his cock into Sarah's pussy. This time she screamed in pleasure through her gritted teeth, "Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" Matt slapped her ass and she squealed again and looked back at him and whispered "Harder!" Matt did as he bid and thrusted hard and fast into her tight pussy. Sarah squealed and shuddered into her orgasm "Uhhhh." Words seemed to be beyond her at that point and Matt stopped thrusting with his cock still lodged deep in her pussy. Matt hadn't come yet though and when Sarah had regained herself she told him that when he was going to come he had to do it in her mouth. "Awesome" thought Matt and his cock stiffened up even more. He thrusted again and again into her sweet pussy until he could feel himself about to spurt and he scrambled back out and onto his feet at the side of the car. Sarah spun and lunged out the side of the car to her knees, heedless of the dirt underneath and plunged his cock into her mouth. Matt pushed forward, burying his cock down her throat an instant before he burst into his orgasm, sending thick torrents of cum down her throat. Matt stood there unable to move for a few seconds before he staggered back. He asked feebly " You ok?" "Yeah", Sarah replied, "I just didn't expect there to be so much!" Matt leaned over and kissed Sarah deeply, and she pressed her body against his. The broke apart redressed and headed off for Sarah's parents house. Each with a slightly dazed smile playing across their faces. An Evening In: The Interviews Alexis thought that she would be spending the evening alone with her husband. The kids were at a sleepover with friends. It had been weeks since they had time alone in their new house. They had worked hard to build their own little paradise in the back yard. They had added a small fireplace, perfect for sitting around in the cool evenings, and had even built a large deck with surrounding lattice to support a new, and luxurious hot tub. They had plans for that hot tub. She had been entertaining the idea of bringing a third person into their relationship, a man, and the hot tub would be a great place to initiate the relationship with that man. Alexis got wet thinking about the endless possibilities of having two men at her beck and call. They would be hers for the taking. Both men would do everything she asked--no, demanded. It would be heaven. Tonight was different than she had anticipated. She found herself in the middle of the living room, strapped to a high-back, leather chair. Her husband had purchased the chair and she had thought it was the perfect accent piece for the living room. Naturally, she had assumed it would be used for extra seating, when they were entertaining company. Alexis had not realize that her husband really bought it with the intention of using it to restrain her. She could not move. Fur-lined leather straps held her wrists to the back of the chair, and her ankles were held with similar straps that bound her to the front legs of the chair. The straps were tied in such a way that left very little room, even to wiggle. To top every thing off, she was blindfolded. It was one of those blindfolds that air travelers used on long flights, that her husband had picked up on a trip to Europe. They had used it once in the bedroom, but this was the first time she had been bound and blindfolded in the middle of the house. Smooth jazz played in the background while her mind drifted to all the work she had been putting into finding a second man to fulfil her fantasy. Mr. Right would have to compliment her husband in bed. She had painstakingly eliminated suitors from the dating web site, where she had posted an ad that advertised her and her husband were looking for a third person to join them for an evening of fun and sex. Most came across as being one-track minded individuals, whose only goal was to "get fucked". Alexis wanted more. She wanted to feel a connection. Most of all, she needed to feel trust. It would be impossible for her to have sex with a man that only wanted "to get fucked". He had to be there for her, and her alone. Alexis had narrowed her search down to three men, and judging from the photographs that they had submitted to her through Internet correspondence, they were all good looking. She had attracted their attention by submitting the, tasteful, nude photographs her husband had taken of her. With his blessing, she had sent the photos to her perspective suitors, and had received nothing but positive comments on the quality of the photos. They loved her beautiful breasts that were enhanced by her shielded nipple piercing. Her suitors commented on how often they had gone back to view the photos; one even commented that the previous evening, his wife was away, he thought of the photos while he masturbated. Alexis was very proud of her breasts; she thought that they were her best physical asset. Alexis would get so wet and aroused during her correspondences with the three remaining prospective lovers, that twice during her Internet dialogs, the conversations got so heated that she found herself taking showers in the middle of the day. She took her favorite vibrator with her to the shower. The instant the vibe was turned on, it sent her into ecstasy as she guided it towards her pussy. She was insatiable, working the tool in and out of her dripping pussy until she reached heights never before experienced with her toy. All the communication with her suitors had been shared with her husband, so the couple could take his likes and dislikes into account. Her husband wanted nothing more than to please her. She knew this. He wanted everything for her. Watching and participating in fulfilling her deepest fantasy had become very stimulating to him. As the field of suitors narrowed, he became increasingly more excited about the idea of sharing his wife with another man. This was a big contrast to when a threesome was first suggested. At first, to him, it was just her fantasy, something that could never happen. As time passed, as well as nights of pillow talk, the thought of his wife being taken by another man continued to play on his mind. Eventually, he became determined to help find her a suitable lover. "Alexis," her husband's voice broke the lingering thoughts she was having about submitting to her two lovers at the same time. "I have a surprise for you this evening." She was becoming impatient sitting strapped to the chair, and unable to move. "What kind of surprise do you have in mind for me?" she questioned. "You will find out soon enough darling," was his response as she heard him leaving the room. From the middle of the living room, she thought that she could hear whispers, but quickly put the thought out of her mind. Alexis assumed that her husband was probably talking to one of their three cats. She was pretty sure that her husband's surprise was going to be the small whip that they had seen at the adult store and talked about buying. She had suggested that a little bit of pain provided by the whip would go really well with the passionate sex that they had been having lately. She could feel her juices start to seep between her legs, and the black thong panties she was wearing, under her babydoll nightie, did very little to curb the flow of her excitement. She could hear her husband return to the living room and then sensed that he was standing in front of her. "When do I get my surprise?" she asked He replied, "Soon enough my darling, be patient... Always remember that I love you sweetheart." With that, she felt her husband kneel between her legs. She felt her thong being pulled aside, and then her husband's smooth, wet tongue touch her very wet pussy. "Mmmmm... Ahhhhh," she moaned. She forgot where she was, and lost herself in the sensations of having her, freshly shaved, pussy alternately licked and kissed. She was melting from the sensations that her husband was providing. She loved what he was doing and started giving instructions on how she wanted to be pleasured. "Lick me... Ahhhhhh Yesss! Suck on my clit Jack," she urged him on. "Yesss, that's it, suck on it... Move your tongue around it at the same time." Alexis continued her instruction. "Yes that's it, don't stop... Put your tongue deep inside me... Mmmmmm... Yesssss!" As her husband's tongue entered her pussy she started having her first orgasm of the night. "Huuuuuuugh... Deeper, deeper!", she screamed. Then, the pleasure that Jack was providing her suddenly disappeared as the front doorbell rang. She sighed in frustration. Alexis thought, "Who can possibly be at the door at this time of the evening?" She felt Jack move away from between her legs, as if to answer the door. "What the hell is he doing?!" She was in the middle of the living room, tied to a chair, with very little on, and her husband was answering the door. It was too late to protest as she heard the door being opened. The front door was just around the corner from where she was seated. She could not believe it when she heard the door open, and her husband greeted their unexpected guest. "Come on in," she heard him welcome the visitor. She started to feel paniced. What the hell was Jack doing? She could hear two sets of feet entering the living room, and then Jack's voice broke the silence. "Alexis, I would like you to meet Adam." Her mind was a blur. She was never going to forgive her husband for-- her thoughts trailed off. Adam... She recognized the name. It was one of the suitors that had been wooing her over the Internet. She thought of trying to cover herself up, but damn it! She was bound to the chair. "Adam, I would like you to meet Alexis," Jack's voice interupted her thoughts of how she was going to get out of this ridiculous situation. "Hello Alexis. Very nice to meet you," Adam's smooth voice said. "Adam has driven a fair distance to come and meet you this evening, Alexis." "I hope you are able to entertain" her husband laughed. "Say hello to Adam, Alexis." All that could come out of her mouth was, "Adamxxx..." She was still processing what was going on around her, and how much she wanted to scream at her husband for putting her in such an awkward situation. "Adam," her husband questioned. "What are your first impressions of Alexis? Is she everything that you had imagined from your Internet conversations and photos?" "You are by far, much hotter than I ever imagined." Adam spoke to Alexis. "You look very appetizing this evening. Is it OK if I indulge myself on this delectable feast?" "That's why you are here Adam. Just keep in mind the rules that we discussed earlier and I think that everyone should be happy." Hearing her husband's comment, Alexis wondered how long the two men had been planning this. Then Jack asked, "Would you like to look at her breasts? I know you have seen the photos, but they most certainly do not do them justice. I think they are crying out for your attention Adam." Alexis was starting to feel like a passenger on an airplane experiencing turbulence, she had absolutely no control over what was going on, and her husband was inviting a stranger to play with her-- as if she was a toy. She always enjoyed the thought of another man touching her, especially in front of her husband, but this was just not the way things were supposed to play out. She was supposed be able to take the lead and dictate everything that happened in her scenarios. Jack reached to the tie at the top of her babydoll nightie and pulled on the bow, releasing the confining material. She could feel the material that was covering her breasts fall to the side. "Hmmm, go ahead Adam, touch them if you like." Jack said. Alexis wanted to protest, but she was also starting to enjoy the idea that her husband was inviting a stranger to touch her breasts. The instant Adam's warm hand cupped her left breast all the thoughts of two men at her beck and call came back to her. "Mmmm Adam," she said, "that feels wonderful." She could feel her breath exhale as Adam's hand started to wander from her left breast to the right. Her head rolled back as his hand hit its target. She could feel his fingers pinch her nipple as he was fondling her other breast. Adam released the hold he had on her breast, but it was quickly replaced with his fingers. He was lightly pulling and twisting on both her nipples. She thought she was going to go crazy. Both her arms and legs fought against the restraints as Adam continued this slow, pleasurable torture. He applied a little more pressure as he continued his play. She recalled telling him that she enjoyed a little bit of pain with her pleasure, and wondered if this where he was headed. "Ohhhh," she groaned as her thoughts came to life. He gradually increased pressure on her nipples. "Aaaaagh," Her groaning became louder and louder as Adam continued his teasing, alternating between pinching and massaging. It was driving Alexis wild. Her head rolled from side to side. She thought she would not be able to take too much more of Adam's torture; she was going to cum. Her thong, already wet from her husband's earlier teasing, was now soaked. Her muscles tensed against the restraints as an orgasm came over her. She shook uncontrollably, groaning loudly, "Don't Stop, Don't Stop, Don't stop. Adam, Pleaasse don't stop. Aaaaaaagh!" When her orgasm had subsided, she could feel Adam had stepped away from her. She heard whispering. Alexis thought, "What are they up to now"? Before her thoughts could go any farther, She heard Jack's voice. "Alexis, Adam would like to see all of you." At last she thought, she would be untethered from this confining position and maybe get a look at Adam. Instead, she felt something cold on her right hip. It was the cold steel of a pair of scissors slicing their way through her thong. She felt the string fall away from her hip, and then the cold moving to the other side. Seconds later, she was startled by the feel of her thong being ripped out from underneath her. A cold tingle went through her as the slicing continued at her shoulders. She could not tell who was performing this operation until a hardness she had never felt brushed up against her chest. It was big, even through the material that confined it. It was Adam. A chill enveloped her as she felt the shreds of her babydoll pulled away from her body. There she was, totally exposed to this stranger. She knew from his photos that he was a "hunk". She longed to have the blindfold removed so she could see, firsthand, what her tormentor looked like. She felt her knees being pushed apart. Someone was using them for balance as they lowered them self in front of her. It was a soft, warm touch at first. It started at her stomach and worked its way down lower, toward her womanhood. She jumped as the touch reached its mark, her pussy. She felt something come closer to her, and then felt a warm breath exhaled on her. She rolled her head back in anticipation of what was to come. All she could muster was, "please." And then it hit. A warm, wet tongue, started to probe around her aching pussy. She felt lips surrounding her, and that tongue slowing worked teasing circles around the target. When it reached the mark, Alexis groaned with pleasure. "Ahhhhhhh." She could not believe the pleasure she was receiving from this stranger; the pleasure was heightened by the fact that she knew her husband was there watching. She heard Jack's breath deepen from somewhere not far away. Again, her head rolled back and forth in rhythm with Adam's tongue. While the sensations intensified, she lost track of where her husband might be positioned. She soon found out, when she felt a pair of hands that had started to caress her shoulders from behind, and worked their way towards her breasts. When the hands reached her nipples, she felt a whisper in her ear. "Alexis, darling are you enjoying yourself this evening," her husband said teasingly. Her only response was another loud groan. "Ohhh," she said, "please, don't stop." What more could she ask for? Two men, both paying attention to her body. Her husband pulling and twisting her nipples, while a stranger, Adam, lapped her pussy as if there was no tomorrow. She was jolted further into ecstasy as Adam's tongue penetrated her. It started slowly, but then the speed he moved his tongue increased, driving her into uncontrollable writhing. Damn, these tethers, she thought as she felt two pairs of hands roam all over her exposed body. The sensations in her pussy were driving her wild; She was on the brink of another orgasm. She could not take it any more. "Mmmmmmmm, Ahhhhhh!" Shock waves, wave after wave, of pleasure pulsed through her. She collapsed into a heap, exhausted. She could hardly speak, as she jokingly said, "Is that the best that you two guys can do?" Jack spoke first. "Well, Adam, I recognize appreciation when I hear it, and that was not appreciation. Can I get you another drink? Maybe we can leave Alexis here to think about what she just said." "Yes, that sounds like an excellent idea to me. Maybe when we return Alexis will show us the appreciation that we deserve.", was Adam's response. Alexis could hear the two leaving the room and she shouted, "Don't you two bastards leave me here like this!" Only the sound of the smooth jazz responded, but she heard chuckling coming from the distance. She sat there for what seemed like an eternity before she heard the voices of Jack and Adam. Those bastards were not going to get away with what they had just done to her. Quickly, her anger was replaced with shock. She felt a cold liquid being poured over her breasts. She responded with a yelp. "What are you guys..." her voice trailed off when she felt not one, but two tongues on her breasts. One was lightly biting, and the other licked at her breasts and nipples. She could smell the sweetness of the liquid; it was Bailey's Irish cream. A soft groan escaped her lips. "Ahhhh," All the bad thoughts that she just had about her husband and Adam disappeared. She began to relax and soaked up the attention that was being paid to her breasts. She rolled her head as she tried to picture her two lovers, together, paying all the attention to her breasts. She could not believe her luck. "Two guys at once, wait till the girls at work hear about this," The nibbling and sucking at her breasts traveled to other parts of her body until she heard Jack speak softly. "Alexis, I hope you are enjoying the treatment, but before tonight is over, I want you experience everything we have to offer, without breaking the first rule that we made... I want you to be able to feel all of Adam." The statement sent shivers down Alexis's spine. She heard clothes being removed, and then felt the warmth of a body move in front of her, then against her. She felt the hardness of a cock move up and down; it began between her breasts and it was moving down to her stomach. "My god," she thought, "it is huge." "I want to feel you," she begged, "please untie my hands." "No, Alexis not tonight." Jack said, "but I will let you feel him." With that, Adam positioned himself so that Alexis could hold his penis. It felt so big, heavy, and smooth in her hand. "Ooh," she let out a little moan. She knew at that moment she wanted him. She wanted to take Adam's cock any way that he would give it to her. She would do anything to have him. She wanted him to put that huge cock in her. Her pussy was begging for it. He was very hard. God, she wanted it. "Please Adam. Please put that beautiful monster in me." "Now Alexis, that would be breaking the rules of a first date," Adam reminded her. Her husband echoed Adam's statement, "Yes Alexis, Adam is right, but now you know what you would have to look forward to when we meet for a second date." "Alexis," her husband interrupted her thoughts. "Adam cannot leave here with a raging hard-on. I think you should do something for him. I think you should take his big cock in your mouth and make him feel wanted. I am sure if he left here feeling totally frustrated he won't want to make the long drive back. I think you should give him some relief. I want to watch you take his big cock in your mouth and make him cum. It will be so hot to watch you sucking on another man's cock." With that she felt movement and then that big, hard cock at her lips. She opened her mouth to accept Adam's monster. She tried to picture what it might look like attached to that chiseled body. She let out another muffled groan as the head of Adam's cock slowly entered her mouth. She started sucking it with total abandon. The sheer size of this monster made her jaw ache. Slowly, Adam started working his tool in and out of her eager mouth. Alexis's pussy was on fire. She had never been so excited. Her husband stood behind her once again and started describing in detail how excited he was watching his wife take Adam's cock in her mouth. "Alexis, suck it harder." She tried to take all that Adam had to offer, but felt herself choke before half of it was in her mouth. It was thick, as well as long. The want in her pussy grew stronger as she continued to suck as hard as she could. Without warning, Adam pulled his cock from her and left the big purple head at her lips. An Evening In with Mom The whole thing started when I came home to an empty house a few weeks ago. I decided to check out some porn on the computer since I knew I had the whole day to myself. I had not jerked off in a week and I was ready to explode. The usual porn wasn't getting me hard so I started to check out some other stuff, and came across guys with panty fetishes. I read on and felt my dick start to stiffen as the stories described guys stealing their sister's panties and beating off with them. After about three stories, my cock was almost at full mast and I went to the bathroom to do some snooping. Even though no one was home, I felt weird and I kept looking around. I opened the hamper and dug through until I found a pair of blue silky panties that belonged to my mother. They were wrinkled and dirty and I brought them to my nose and breathed in. There was still a faint scent of pussy on them and my dick twitched. I slid off my own boxers and slid these panties on while I kept digging. The feel of the tight silk material was overwhelming, and my cock strained through almost ready to rip right through them. I next came across a pink pair which must have been placed there more recently because they were still damp, and the smell of cunt was stronger. I stuck out my tongue and licked the crotch area hoping for a little taste of my mother's pussy, but there really wasn't much. Now let me just say, I've never had a thing for my mother, or incestuous acts at all, but after sifting through her dirty panties, I was becoming obsessed. I took off the pair I had on and started to stroke my hard cock while thinking about how my mother's pussy would look with them on. My mother Linda has black shoulder length hair, she's about 5'4'' tall. Her breasts are perfect sized for her frame, not huge but if she were to lean forward, you would see significant cleavage. She has a very pretty face but her best feature is hands down, her sexy tight ass. She wears jeans that look painted on, like they were made just for that ass. When I'm out with her, I see all the guys turn and do a double take, and I think she knows it too. I continued to jerk my cock and I was so aroused I wasn't even thinking when I shot my huge load into my mother's panties. I tried to rinse them but it was obvious what it was. I buried them deep in the hamper and went about the rest of my day, with the image of my mom's hot ass in a pair of those silk panties. Over the next few days I had pretty much the same routine, beating off in pairs of mom's used underwear, and occasionally the smell and taste of her sweet pussy would be very much still in them. My sister was off at college, she is two years older than my 18 years. Dad was on one of his many business trips so mom and I were always close since it was usually just us two. Thursday night came, and I sat on the couch watching tv while mom was doing laundry. She pulled out the stuff from the hamper and came across pairs of her undies stained and hardened with my sticky white cum. She knew exactly what it was but quickly continued loading the basket, and disappeared into the basement. When she got down there, she removed one of the pairs and brought it to her face for closer inspection. She stuck her tongue out and tasted what she knew was man jizz. And I'm guessing she had a pretty good idea whose it might be. She felt dirty at first, but then she began to feel turned on and felt her pussy itch a bit. She hadn't been properly fucked in months. She licked my dried cum more and reached a finger down below to her wetting hole. I began to realize mom was down doing laundry for a long time but I didn't care, I went up to my room and took care of my hardening rod. Mom remained in the basement, fingering herself to orgasm with her cum stained panties in her face. The next day was Friday, and I was waiting for my friend to call with the evening's plans. Dinner was quiet, mom and I ordered in pizza, and neither of us really spoke much, though I did take more notice of her swaying ass and her bouncing boobs as she walked. I think she may have noticed me watching also. It kind of looked like she was intentionally trying to tease me when she bent down or leaned forward, but I was not sure. After dinner, mom yelled to me from her room, asking if I was going out. I told her im waiting for a phone call and she told me to come to her room for a minute. I grabbed my cell and trotted down the hallway and nudged the door open as my cell started to ring. I answered and told Joe to hold on one sec... I looked up into mom's room to find her spread out on her bed, in matching pink bra and panties, nothing else. She smiled at me and whispered, "Would u like to taste my pussy from the source?" My mouth dropped, I was frozen in place at her door, forgetting Joe was on the phone until he yelled out to see if I was there. I spoke into the phone without taking my eyes off mom, and told Joe something came up, I can't make it out tonight. I hung up before he even responded. "What?" , I asked mom. "You heard me, why don't you join me in my bed and help me make a new batch of dirty panties?" , she said back to me. I looked down and my cock was poking out, I was rock hard. I tried to adjust myself but mom giggled and told me to just remove the pants and come in. I obeyed, sliding down my jeans and standing there in just my tented boxers. I was embarrassed and nervous, but mom crawled over, and pulled me closer to her. As I got close, I noticed several black pussy hairs peeking out the sides of the panties. She must have a thick bush under there, I thought to myself as my cock continued to grow harder and longer than ever before. She yanked down my boxers and immediately began to lick my heavy balls. I was in heaven, as she sucked in one ball at a time, then began to slide her tongue up my shaft towards the head. When she got to the head, she licked just the tip, over and over, driving me crazy. I could smell her sopping cunt and that was driving me crazy too. Mom must have felt I was getting close so she stopped and lay back on her bed, legs spread. She didn't have to speak, I knew what she wanted. I knew what I wanted. I decided to tease her too, licking her toes first, then ever so slowly licking my way up her smooth legs. As I reached her inner thighs, she was quivering, eager for me to reach my goal. When I did reach her pussy, I licked all around the panty lines, and even licked her crotch through her wet panties. She was dripping wet, and her bedroom reeked of her hairy pussy. I pulled the panties down just a bit, and darted my tongue at her bush. She begged me to stop teasing and to eat her, but I kept teasing until she slid the panties off herself and wrapped her sexy legs around my head. I found her clit, and sucked it hard while I stuck a finger or two into her wet hole. She was writhing on the bed and whispering my name. As she began to moan more and more, I went to town, devouring her delicious sweet pussy for all I was worth. My hard cock dangled between us as I ate my own mother's pussy dry. In the meantime, she had slipped her bra off and was rubbing her gorgeous tits, making my cock twitch. I leaned forward and took one of her tits into my mouth, and gently licked it and blew on it. Mom told me I was driving her crazy, and she had to have my hard cock in her NOW! I had dated a few girls but never had sex to this point, and I was so excited to finally get to plunge this thick meat into someone, even if it was my mother. I spread mom's legs apart and rested my cock on her pussy, rubbing it in her sexy forest of black curls. She screamed for me to fuck her already, so I aimed for her soaked hole, and slid into her, a little at a time, loving the feeling of my cock filling this tight cunt. Mom loved it too, she screamed out how good I felt in her, and that only made me fuck harder and faster. We shifted on the bed, I lay on my back and I had mom sit on my cock. This allowed me to have her hot tits in my face, and also to grab hold off the sexiest ass ever, as my dick pistoned in and out of her snatch. This was sooo amazing, I wanted to fuck her forever, but I felt that familiar urge coming on, and I warned mom I was close to exploding. I figured she would climb off me and maybe let me cum on her tits, but she pushed down harder on my crotch, the sensation was too much and I blew my load right up her hairy cunt. Globs of jizz dripped out of her onto my balls, and her sheets. She had come at the same time as me, and her warm girl juices leaked out as well. The smell was intoxicating, and mom and I were both panting and sweating. She collapsed next to me with a smile on her face of pure pleasure, and I watched my dick start to soften, fresh off its first visit into a hot tight pussy. I turned to mom, and asked her what would happen now, and she responded by telling me that's up to how quickly I can get my cock hard again! I thought about that for a second, and realized I was probably in for the best night of my life, a night of all the sex I could handle, and my sexy nymph of a mom wanted all the cock I had to offer. Part 2 cumming real soon, you've been warned.