0 comments/ 13151 views/ 0 favorites A Chance Meeting Ch. 01 By: Curioustolearn He sat downstairs at the bar in the hotel, he was travelling round the world having come into a bit of money... unfortunately he didn't realise that there was a conference on here as well, glad he had booked the penthouse suite. He sat in the bar sipping his drink and watched a loud group of women, one woman at the back caught his eye, she was dressed in pants and a blouse, but he saw her full breasts and hot curves and a smile lit his lips as he thought about what he would like to do to her. She glanced his way and he smiled at her again then watched as she blushed, noticing the wedding ring on her finger he grinned at her slightly and she flashed him another smile before returning to chatting with her friends. He returned to his thoughts and his drinks, chatting with a few people he had met, watching the game on the TV, finally people started to drift off yet she stayed sat drinking her drink... He ordered another one for her and walked over sitting down on the couch where she was sat... "Hi, I'm Nick..." She smiled shyly at him... "Hey, I'm Kelly..." "So what brings you here tonight?" "I am her on a conference..." He passed over the drink he had bought for her... "Well it's nice to have someone as hot as you here to talk to..." Loving how she blushed again... They chatted for a while and he kept looking her over enjoying her figure and wondering what she would be up for... finally the bar was closing... "So Kel... would you like to come up to my room for a nightcap?" He smiled as he said it, the drinks she had been drinking all night taking effect as she giggled slightly and nodded. He smiled and led her over to the elevator pushing her inside. As soon as the doors closed he pressed himself close to her, pressing for the penthouse floor... leaning in he kissed her neck softly... "So Kel... what would you like to happen tonight?" His lips moved up and down her neck, kissing from just below her ear down to her shoulder pulling the collar of her shirt to one side to kiss the exposed flesh. He pressed her against the wall as he felt her body trembling against him; he smiled and gently cupped her breasts with one hand, squeezing them gently as the door pinged open. He took her hand and led her gasping into the room, it was large, one area walled off with the large Jacuzzi, a seating tabled area and an enormous bed. He led her over to the sofa and sat her down, passing her a quickly made drink. He walked over and turned on the taps for the Jacuzzi then wandered back to her and sat down next to her, noticing that she had downed her drink and was gazing at him, he could read the lust and heat in her eyes. "Why don't you strip for me Kel, I want to see more of your luscious body!" She stood slowly smiling at him, the combination or drink and arousal a heady mix as he flicked the music on and watching her slowly begin to sway, unbuttoning her blouse slowly, sliding it off her shoulders, revealing her lovely, full, bra-clad breasts swaying slightly. The blouse dropped to the floor and she spun round, her hands reaching back to slowly unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Whilst she was facing away he stood up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms round her, his lips on her neck as she pressed her warm back against him. He slid his hands down over her stomach to the front of her pants, quickly loosening them and dropping them to the floor. His fingers slid under her panties quickly, slipping his index finger inside her, feeling her wetness, teasing her clit. He turned her, kissing her hard, pushing her back onto the sofa so her ass rested on the edge; he quickly pulled her panties down and threw them away. He unzipped his pants and quickly pulled out his shaft and pressed it to her entrance, he looked into her lust-filled eyes and slid home instantly, stretching and filling her, watching her eyes widen as he thrust home hard, taking her fast and hard over and over, his shaft thrusting in and out of her. Her mouth opened and closed silently as she lay gasping, her legs hooked over his shoulders as his shaft thrust into her over and over. He slid deep with in her, grinning, as he slammed deep, watching her reach down to touch her clit, watching her play with herself as he thrust into her again and again. She came, hard. He felt her tighten around his shaft as she let out a low cry, reaching for him, her fingers digging into him as she climaxed on his shaft, staring deep into his eyes as she exploded. He froze inside her, enjoying her spasming slit around him as he slowly slid out, he stood and stripped his shaft standing hard and erect as he took her hand and led her over to the now full Jacuzzi. They slid down into the water together and he pulled her onto his lap, he sat her facing away and spread her ass cheeks, he pressed the tip of his shaft to her tightly puckered ass and began to pull her down onto his cock. She groaned loudly and reached back to get some leverage to push down, impaling her own ass onto his shaft. Squeezing her ass around his cock she slowly let herself slide down as he worked his cock up inside her, splitting her open, hearing her groan and grunt as he slowly filled her, stretching her, moaning softly in her ear as he felt how tight her ass was around his shaft, finally she was all the way down, he was fully embedded inside her. She started to grind back against him, one hand on her pussy and clit, the other squeezing her breasts, pinching her own nipples as she moved her ass on his cock. He groaned loudly in her ear and then gasped as he felt her cumming again, this time she screamed as she came, so much more intense with a cock in her ass. As she came it set him off, her trembling thrashing body on his cock sent him over the edge and he exploded, filling her ass with his cum. She slowly collapsed back against him and he wrapped his arms around her holding her pressed against him as he slowly stroked his hands over her skin, gently sliding out of her he picked up the soap and they began tow ash each other, her hand gripping and cleaning his cock as he massaged her under the warm water. Soon he began to feel his arousal building and he knew from the look on her face that she still wanted more! A Chance Meeting Ch. 02 The drive was a continuation of our teasing lovemaking. When Tara removed her hand from mine to steer from the driveway onto the road, I put my hand upon her thigh. She wriggled a bit, moving closer to me, giving my hand more access to her hot thigh. At first I slid my hand down toward her knee and was rewarded with her jumping a bit, causing her foot to mash the accelerator to the floor. Her eyes got huge, and I laughed at her body's reaction. Her hand clamped on mine and pushed it back up her thigh away from the ticklish spot just above her knee. "Oh so you want my hand higher?" I asked. I squeezed her thigh and then started sliding my fingers along her inner thigh. I watched her hands grip the steering wheel tighter and her nipples become intensely erect again. Her mouth opened as her breathing deepened. I slowly slid my hand further up her thigh, until my fingers were playing along her extreme upper thigh almost brushing her labia. A small moan escaped her as the car started to roam a bit on the road. "Oh damn Josh, I want you to keep going and I need you to stop or I won't be able to control the car." I held my hand very still just feeling the heat of her. She put one hand onto mine and pressed it into her thigh punctuating another moan. She then slid her hand along my arm to my lap then over my now mostly erect bulge, and grabbed it. "Soon, soon you are all mine." She whispered as she grasped my hardness tightly. I wasn't sure that she was talking to me, or aloud to herself. It didn't really matter; I loved the feeling of her hand on me. With my hand on her and hers on me we survived the next few minutes. Then she took her hands back to steer the car into her apartment complex and into her carport. As soon as the car was stopped, and the key turned off, she grabbed me again and with a guttural moan, covered my lips with hers. The kiss was feral in its intensity. Our lips mashed together, our mouths open and tongues immediately tasting the other's mouth once again. We sat there in the car, lost in the intense exchange for some time. Our bodies moving, hands teasing and mouths tasting each other until we were both at such a fevered pitch that the windows started to fog up. I became aware of a sharp pain in my hip and realized the seatbelt fastener was digging deeply into me. I pulled away, not able to see straight, barely able to breath. "Oh Tara, do you know of a more comfortable place to resume this, or let me recline the seat" I asked. Tara laughed and then reached across my chest to open my door. During our kiss she had moved so that she was practically in my seat, balanced precariously upon the center console of her small car. I wriggled out the door, and then helped her find her legs. With a push of a button the car was locked up and she grabbed my hand pulling me with obvious purpose toward the building. We made our way inside, then to the elevator. She pushed the next to the highest button, floor 10, and up we went. We immediately pulled back together continuing the intense kiss we were just sharing. I felt her breath gasping, even as mine was, into my mouth around my lips and tongue. I crushed her into the corner of the elevator, my hands starting by cupping her face. They quickly moved down her body, cupping the sides of her breasts and then her hips. Her hands were equally mobile as our mouths hungrily expressed our passion. I slid my leg between hers and with a great moan she starting riding my hard thigh. I was captivated by the feeling of her body pressing against mine, the sound of her soft moaning, the feeling of her grabbing hands, and teasing fingers. Vaguely I heard a soft bell, however, all that existed in my world was her, the feeling of her body melding with mine. Then I felt very strange as the elevator started to descend. Tara cried out, realizing we'd just missed her floor. We started laughing and by the time the elevator was all the way back to the lobby we were laughing uncontrollably. When the door opened we were greeted by strange looks from another couple. They said hello to Tara, and she tried to control her laughter long enough to gasp out a hello to them. She was finally successful, just as they exited the elevator, which got both of us laughing again. This time when the door opened on the tenth floor, she pushed me out the door following closely, then she steered me from behind until I was pressed face first into a door. All I could see was the brass numbers 1014. I felt her reach around me to unlock the door then suddenly I was falling through the door. I caught my balance, and spun around just as Tara came through. I grabbed her up in my long arms and as the door slammed shut pressed her bodily back against the cool wood, locking our lips together yet again. The passion that had been burning through us since we got up from the cot at Dustin's now exploded. During the kiss, my hands didn't just tease her, now my hands pulled her dress up, exposing her silky skin until her dress was bunched up along her upper chest and my hands were full of her heaving breasts. Her hands were simultaneously grabbing at my clothes. She unbuttoned my shirt so fast I think I may have lost a couple buttons, and I didn't care. I just wanted to feel her hands and body against mine. Then she clawed my pants open and as they started to fall she broke the kiss for a moment. I felt the dress slide up along my face. I could smell her in the fabric as it grazed me. It was incredibly erotic to smell her passion then the dress fell to the floor behind me. I usually try to be cognizant of the amount of pressure I use when I caress and tease a woman's breasts and nipples. However, at this moment, I was beyond the ability to have that level of control. Luckily Tara was in sync with me and as I pinched her nipples she screamed into my mouth with the cresting of her orgasm. Her legs started to buckle and instead of falling, she wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders and neck and then clamped her legs around my waist. This trapped my throbbing hardness against her liquid lips. We both moaned as I pressed against her opening and then started sliding in. The multi-hour tease we've had brought both of us to such a passionate high that for my part at least, I could think of nothing except the enveloping heat and the anticipation of our mutual bliss. I braced her up with my arms against the door and with a thrust of my hips speared into her. She bit my neck in response as she cried out the enjoyment she was experiencing. There was no finesse in this coupling, just basely expressed pleasure. Her constant encouragement drove me on until I was slamming into her. The door was banging, keeping our rhythm, our breathing coming in gasps, punctuated by cries, screams and moans, as her legs continued to alternately grasp then release in time with my thrusting. I felt and heard Tara as she approached her peak. The feeling inside her drove me completely over the edge and with a huge thrust I exploded deeply inside her, which simultaneously drove her over the edge. We both shook in reaction as our bodies expressed our ultimate pleasure. It became an eternal moment where we were truly linked minds, bodies and souls drinking in our mutual pleasure. My legs were worn out and as gently as possible I slid to the floor leaving Tara on top of me. I held her to me as we both slowly recovered from our passion. Eventually, we did, sharing a wonderful smile that expressed our mutual enjoyment. With a giggle Tara said "Well are you ready to see the rest of my home?" We slowly untangled ourselves and got to our feet. In a wonderful act of freedom we left our clothes where they had fallen and left the entryway. Tara took my hand in hers and started showing me around her home. It was beautiful, just like her and I told her so. I loved watching her blush as she showed me the things that were particularly important to her and when I complimented the things that caught my eye. As we walked around, our bodies touching, our hands together, I was struck at how comfortable I was, and how incongruous that was with the fact that we haven't known each other for 12 hours yet. I felt like we'd been together for days or weeks. I really knew very little beyond her name and that she has some connection with Dustin. Oh and I know that she drives a very nice Camry. The home wasn't too large, two bed rooms, two baths, a largish eat in kitchen and a nicely sized living room. Everything was tidy, not like a showroom, it was definitely lived in, just not slovenly either. As she showed me around we got to the door of her room, the "master suite," and I joked with her. "So, it's lucky you have an extra room, that way I won't encroach upon you. I wouldn't want to be too forward and assume that we'd sleep together or anything." Her eyes got huge as she thought that I wanted to sleep in the guest room. Then her mind caught up, thinking for a second about our intimacy throughout the night, and that we are both standing together nude, still coated with our lustful explosion. She also saw my huge smile and we both started laughing. She grabbed me and pushed me into her bedroom and right down onto her bed. I made the mistake of looking at her bedside clock, 04:38, no wonder I'm so fuzzy headed. She crawled up to her pillows and arms extended invited me to join her. Of course I was there in a second. We wriggled under the covers, and then intertwined together, just basking in the incredible comfort of the moment. She put her head on my shoulder and I breathed in her musk, yet again. My mind wanted to take this woman into orbit again, yet as soon as my body was prone, I realized that it wasn't going to happen. I worried about it for a minute, until I realized that Tara was totally asleep in my arms. I made myself comfortable and with another thought about how wonderfully lucky I was, joined her in blissful rejuvenating sleep. I awoke with the sun shining around the room, and for a moment wondered where I was. My bedroom only gets sun late in the day. It wasn't right and then I realized where I was and looked over. There she was, her hair all askew, covering one eye. Her body splayed out the covers alluringly showing bits of her luscious body. My body reminded me as to what awoke me, besides the light, and I carefully crawled out of bed and made my way to her bathroom, quietly closing the door. I controlled myself and didn't search around to see what she keeps in the cabinet or closet, and was quickly finished. I opened the door and looked out and was instantly captivated again. It was just like when I first saw her at Dustin's. Just one glance and my heart stops and my eyes are riveted. Only now I know more about her, the timber of her voice, the feel of her touch, the passion of her kiss. I just stood there watching her sleep, mesmerized. After a while I was able to break myself away from looking at her. Now I had a decision to make. I was desperately hungry, and I desperately wanted to awaken her with my tongue along her body. I was trying to figure out which hunger I wanted to sate first. I felt a bit of a headache and knew that I needed to see if she had any food. So I snuck out of the room, quietly closed her door and made my way down to the kitchen. I thought about putting on my clothes as I was still nude and decided to risk it. Though I did take a second and picked up all of our clothes and placed them folded on a hall chair. I looked around, through the cupboards and refrigerator to see what she likes to eat. To my dismay, I found that she doesn't seem to eat much, or is in need of a trip to the grocer. I found some food in the freezer that I could put together with something in the pantry and left over food in the fridge to make a passable meal. I noticed that her coffee maker was all set up, and being the brain-surgeon that I am, figured she enjoyed coffee in the morning, so I pushed "go," I rummaged around finding the pots/pans etc I needed and in almost no time had the meal whipped up. It may be that she doesn't eat breakfast, based upon the lack of food, however, I figured that being awoken by a breakfast in bed would be acceptable even if all she did was to drink her coffee and eat a piece of toast. I found a tray in a closet and balancing the food and drinks, made my way back to the bedroom. I had been as quiet as possible, however, with the food in my hands I made a bit of noise when I came back into the room. She jumped when she caught my movement out of the corner of her just waking eye, letting out a bit of a scream. Then, her mind awoke and she remembered that she didn't go to bed alone and relaxed. A huge grin lit her face as she smelled the food and sat up. "I don't think I've ever had breakfast in bed, what a wonderful treat." She said gleefully. "Well, it's just a put together meal, so I hope it's alright. I have no idea what you like, I just guessed from what I could find." I responded. She leaned forward and cupping my head pulled me to her, expressing her thanks for the effort with a kiss. Then she surveyed the tray to see what I had put together. She found a single omelet, made from the last of the eggs, some cheese from the freezer and various veggies that were still edible. I had included toast with butter, as well as some jam and some honey in small bowls, her coffee, sugar, and milk on the side, and water for both of us. I had also found some left over Chinese, so I heated that up, thus providing some noodles with shrimp, and pork. Lastly, our feast had a piece of cheese cake that came from a local deli. It was partially eaten, yet still looked wonderful, so I included it. After all, it was about 1:30 pm, I didn't know what she would like to eat breakfast foods or lunch foods. "Oh my, what a wonderful feast. You found all this in my fridge? What here is mine?" she asked. "We can share everything or if you are uncomfortable with that, pick whatever you like. I like it all, which is why I cooked it, and will eat whatever you don't." I responded. Tara dug in eating a couple bites of the omelet, a piece of toast and then spearing some of the noodles. She was as hungry as I was. I ate with her, sharing the meal and sometimes feeding bites to her. It was quite a lot of fun, filled with tender touches and wonderful glances. We kept conversation to a minimum, giving our bodies much needed fuel. Finally sated, the food all gone, the dishes set aside, we lay down together. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything you needed to do today." I said with a look that told her I was so much with her, I couldn't remember anything I had planned for this Saturday. "You might have, though right now I can't remember what it could be. You don't have to run away do you?" She said with a bit of trepidation in her voice and eyes. "No, if you'll have me, I'm all yours." I said with a very happy smile. She settled into my arms and we just lay together for a bit, not saying anything, just feeling, just being together. Then it happened, the phone rang. Both of us just about had heart failure. Tara looked at the phone like it was a poisonous snake, with total loathing for interrupting our moment. She listened and after four rings it stopped, obviously being taken up by an answering service or machine. I was impressed that she was able to not answer the phone. Few people have the self restraint. Now the moment was lost though, and I noticed that I was in desperate need of a shower. So I figured it could be fun time! Tara got up and went into the bathroom after the phone stopped ringing, and after a few minutes made her way back to the bed. She tried to envelope me in a hug when she flopped back on the bed and I eluded her and ran into the bathroom. She started to follow, and then stopped with a pout on her face. I kissed her telling her I'll be right back, don't move. I firmly closed the door, then went over and turned on the taps to the wonderfully huge garden tub she had. "Hey, what are you doing in there?" She yelled through the door, laughing. "None of your business." I replied. I checked the water temp and adjusted it so it was wonderfully warm, boarder-line hot. Then with a little bit of searching I came up with some scented bath beads which I threw in, watching the tub get all bubbly. I went back to the door, and saw her shadow under the door. I pulled the door open quickly catching her with her ear to the door. And before she could adjust, I pulled her into my arms. "Okay, since you are soooo curious." I said as I lifted her in my arms and carried her over to the three-quarters filled tub. I set her in and turned off the water, so it wouldn't overflow when I joined her. I made my way into the tub as well, snuggling in with her. We moved around finding the most comfortable position, which turned out to be me against the side and her nestled between my legs, lying back against my chest. My hands slowly caressed her body with the warm water and slippery soap bubbles. The feeling of her against me brought back the wonderful feelings of last night and I felt myself start to harden. She obviously felt it as well, because she wriggled her ass to capture my hardness between her cheeks. As I felt her ass grab me, I held my hands, one on her breast the other nestled between her legs such that my fingers were spread over her labia, two on the outside, and two in between. I didn't enter her or pinch her nipples; I just held my hands upon her. She laid her head back and just enjoyed the feeling of my body encasing hers. I kissed and nibbled her ear, which she seemed to enjoy greatly. While we lay together she said, "Are you ever going to put those in side me!" "I don't know, should I?" I said with a chuckle, a nibble and added pressure upon her bud. She moaned softly then pressed my hand with hers, crushing her clit which brought her partially out of the water. I let her continue to use my hand as a toy and aided her enjoyment by caressing and teasing her nipple with my previously stationary hand. She started moving more and more and pressed my hand harder against both her pubis and her breast. She craned her head around and kissed me, then moved a bit so the kiss could be deeper. When she moved my fingers slid into her now very slick love tunnel. She gasped at the pleasurable feeling, kissing me more deeply as her passion was quickly exploding throughout her body. I curled my hand and pressed my two fingers deeply inside of her and moved such that I was able to suck her nipple into my mouth. That was all it took this afternoon. She screamed out her pleasure as her body exploded for the first time today. She held my fingers steady with her hands and then started moving wildly, bucking on my hand driving herself over the edge again in a very short time. After her explosion, she stopped directing my actions and instead grabbed my hardness with her hands. "I have to have you, now!" she said as she dove under the water and took me into her mouth. It was sublime having her mouth tease me for those short bursts, and then she would surface to get another breath. After which she would eat me again. The way she used her lips, teeth and tongue absolutely drove me wild. Finally she was getting dizzy from her diving experiences and I was unable to keep my fingers within her. I tried to lick her from them; however all I could taste was the soapy water. Not the flavor for which I was looking. So I pushed her back and up out of the water. She whimpered with the cool air until and the cooler tile until I pushed her legs apart and dove in. I was so very hungry for her and after her diving tease wanted to feel her explode on my tongue. I paid particular attention to her engorged clit, sucking it into my mouth, pressing it with my tongue and generally flicking it around. Every once in a while I moved off that most sensitive spot and licked and sucked her wonderful essence into my mouth. I felt her begin to plateau and pressed two fingers deeply into her as I sucked her clit back into my mouth. Her guttural moan told me how much she enjoyed that addition. I forged around inside her while I played with my tongue, when suddenly she stopped breathing. A Chance Meeting Ch. 02 I left his loft with a kiss that tasted of coffee. Every step I took to my tiny, book-crammed studio reminded me of the night before. My skin bore the marks of my thorough spanking, and the fabric of my skirt brushed against the bruises. My hips swayed just a little more than usual, head held high, shoulders back - the walk of a woman who has gotten what she has wanted. This was not a walk of shame. It was a walk of fierce pride. The warmth of the sun filtered down through the sparse leaves, kissing my skin, as my thoughts percolated in my head. Out of all the women he could have chosen. Me. Mousy, quiet, awkward me, who almost dropped a book in her soup. Admittedly, most women would not cherish bruises as I do, most women would not beg for their own degradation. And yet... There are two sides to that coin. Most men will not give me the bruises that I want; they are squeamish, afraid. Most men will not make me beg to worship their cock, giving a me a twist of humiliation with the inherent sweetness of oral. Perhaps this was the end my streak of unsatisfying partners. The thought of holding his hand on my pleasant walk wormed its way into my mind. I quickly pushed it away. "Oh Cecelia, you've been here before. Don't get your hopes up." I said aloud, to the squirrels busily burying their bounty in the dirt, aloud to no one. As I was climbing the stairs to my third story walk up, I realized I hadn't gotten his number. He only had mine. It was completely in his control whether or not this happened again. My stomach sank as I realized my phone hadn't buzzed once this afternoon. Not a peep from him. I sighed heavily as I locked the door behind me. I just wanted a hot shower to wipe away the sudden nagging doubt I had. I peeled off my clothes in my bedroom and dropped them on the floor. The sun streamed into my windows and the welts on my ass caught my eye in the full length mirror. I cupped my breasts, arched my back and admired the way the light hit my body, then burst into laughter. I muttered to myself, "Right. You are such a sex kitten. Don't forget to take off your glasses before you get into the shower." I plunked the tortoiseshell frames down on the sink vanity and turned the hot water on. It started to fog the mirror as I stared and sighed at myself. I stepped in the shower and scenes from the night before washed over me, unbidden. I really didn't want to think about it, but couldn't help myself. I couldn't help but think of the way his hands felt on my hips, the way his voice sounded in my ears as I lathered up the washcloth. The rough fabric trailed over my skin, and left it slippery and clean. My soapy hands and the cloth rubbed over my full breasts and I reflexively squeezed my nipples, a gasp escaping my lips. My hands slid over my bruised and tender ass, causing me to grimace and exhale sharply in the cascading water, wishing he were there behind me, pressing up against my sensitive flesh. Reaching between my legs, just like my hands were doing... "Ah! No! Stop! Just get clean!" I scolded myself, feeling myself blush at how easy it was for him to have gotten in my head. "It was just one night. Keep it together." I tried to be all business from there. I rinsed, and stepped out of the shower, and toweled dry, though one part of me seemed to stay wet, despite my scolding. I picked up my clothes from my floor to put them in the hamper, and brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. They still smelled of him. An exhale, and another slow inhale. I noticed stiff fabric, smears of his cum on my skirt. My already swollen cunt gave a pathetically needy throb and I swore under my breath. I tossed the soiled skirt on my bed and could feel how I was giving myself over to a man who wasn't even in the room, who probably wouldn't even call me again, slipping into submission... Giving in, with only a little reluctance, to the ache between my legs, I opened my bedside table and picked out my favorite blue dildo. I laid back on my bed and spread my legs, imagining him in the doorway, watching me. I slowly eased the toy inside my wet pussy, exhaling slowly. I grabbed my skirt and brought it to my face, rubbing the stiff fabric against my lips, then up to my nose. Closing my eyes, I breathed in his scent again. My clit started throbbing and I pistoned the toy in and out of my sopping hole faster and faster, obscene wet noises and gasps filling the room. I left the skirt next to my head, grabbed a vibrator with my free hand, and turned it on against my sensitive clit. I tried to keep my moans quiet, for my neighbor's sake, but I couldn't help it. I was so turned on. I started begging quietly under my breath, "Please fuck me, please fill me with your cum, please." My hips twitched against the vibration and the steady stream of dirty talk coming from my mouth, my poor abraded skin rubbing against the blankets. My other hand resumed pushing the toy in and out of me, filling my pussy so deliciously, angled up, rubbing against just the right spot, over and over. My mind racing, I could almost feel him over me, kissing a sore nipple, (so close to cumming, so close) then whispering in my ear -- Suddenly my fantasy was interrupted by my phone ringing, a contact not saved in my phone. Oh god! Oh fuck! I threw my dirty skirt across the room in a panic. My pulse raced and I almost dropped the phone with slippery fingers as I tried to answer it, the dildo still firmly lodged inside me. I tried to collect myself as I answered. (I failed.) My voice, shook and trembled. "H-hello?" "Hello, my baby girl." My pussy involuntarily tightened around the toy, and I couldn't help but moan. He knew almost instantly what he had stumbled upon, then. "Ah, I remember that sound in your voice, the way it shakes when you're close to orgasm. Don't let me stop you, please continue." I laughed, and balanced my phone on the side of my head. I resumed fucking myself with the blue toy, but now his voice was purring in my ear, spurring me on. "Come now, little one. Don't be shy. Tell me why you needed to come so soon after last night." "I-I noticed my skirt had your cum on it," I said between moans and gasps, my hand moving the toy quickly between my slippery lips. "And," I moaned as I turned on the vibrator again, "I couldn't help but admire the bruises you gave me. It turned me on so much." "Good girl. Cum for me, Celie. I can tell you're close. I can hear how much you need it. Greedy little girl. Cum for me now. Say my name as you do." I groaned at the extra aural stimulation, and how quickly his words coaxed me over the edge. My pussy quivered around the toy and my hips rode the orgasm. I moaned his name again and again, and he just kept murmuring "Good girl, Celie. You're my good girl." A few moments passed while I collected myself. He spoke. "First, you may have noticed I have not been calling you by your name. I have decided you should have a name that only I call you. To me, you are my Celie." "When you hear that name you should hear all that I intend with it. Celie means that you are mine, that I own you. You are my pet, my submissive. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir. I understand." "Second, we will be going out again on the 12th, at 7pm. You will text me your address when we are done with this phone call. I will pick you up from your place. Expect a package from me tomorrow. You are to dress nicely for our date, what you wear is up to you." "Third, I hope you enjoyed that orgasm, because it will be the last one you have until I decide give you one." I whimpered slightly and could almost feel him smiling at it. "You may touch yourself and bring yourself close to climax, but you may not cum. Is this clear?" "Yes, sir." I replied, obediently. "Now, I will contact you in the meantime. All you need to do is be patient. Now, I want you to take care of yourself tonight. Snuggle in with a good book and enjoy some peace and quiet." I smiled. "Thank you, sir." "Good night, Celie." Click. Immediately, I texted him my address. The next day at the library passed uneventfully, my mind occupied with trivial things. It flew by and I almost forgot about the promised delivery until the courier rang the bell to my apartment. It was a heavy, flat parcel, wrapped in twine and manila paper. With curiosity, I unwrapped it. I peeled back the paper to reveal a beautiful, leather bound book, gold leaf letters spelling out HOROLOGY along the spine. Horology? Clocks and watchmaking? A note accompanied the book, in neat script he wrote: 11/11 Celie - I expect you to learn as much as you can about mechanical watches before the 12th. Perhaps the constant thoughts of time will help you to remember to be patient. Remember, you are not to cum unless it is by my hand. Make at least two futile efforts before tomorrow night. My clit pulsed before he finished talking about watches. By the time he had gotten to the reminder of orgasm denial, my hands were already between my legs, slipping between my slick lips, while I bent slightly over my kitchen counter. I opened the book to the first page and started reading, flicking my clit back and forth, imagining him behind me, watching me as I poured over this random, incredibly boring text, turned on to the point of masturbation just because he told me to. I laughed to myself as my breathing grew increasingly ragged. In that moment I knew I would do unreasonable things to chase this feeling of possession. That realization, and my persistent, gentle fingers almost sent me over the edge. I quickly pulled a damp hand away with a whimper and a deep frown, despite my feeling of pride at being so obedient. "Yes, sir," I whispered, with my cheek pressed against the book. The day of the second date, the weight of longing and desire pressed down on me every minute. I sat at my desk, subconsciously squeezing my thighs over and over again, bringing me close to orgasm as I flipped the pages in the book, committing key facts to memory, obeying. My skin was electric. I was so keyed up, so in need of his touch, his firm hand and guidance. I'd think of what might happen in the evening, how he would show me I was his, and my cunt would swell and become hot and wet. Every trip to the bathroom was an exercise in cleaning up the sticky mess between my legs and trying not to masturbate to completion. Usually, I have my head in the clouds, but my daydreams were almost entirely of the filthy variety, just fueling the fire I had growing inside me. I pictured myself leaving the building to see him standing on the corner, then fucking me roughly in the alley behind the building. Him coming in to the building and fucking my mouth in the men's room while he chastised me to stay quiet. I couldn't stop. I almost sprinted home to get ready for our evening. I wanted him so badly I could taste him on my tongue. I'm sure every submissive has a pre-meeting ritual. Mine is a long, hot shower, where every inch of me has had the hair tweezed, shaved, smoothed. My skin, exfoliated and moisturized. Every part of me is soft, inviting. All of me cries out to be touched, even if I'm not explicitly asking for it. The clothes are chosen painstakingly. Black stockings, red lace panties, black garter belt. A red and black lace bra. A dark blue polka dot shirt dress with a full skirt and a patent leather, skinny black belt. Demure patent leather kitten heels, to match. Just the right amount of makeup. I do try my hardest to be a pleasing package. And maybe, just maybe, if I'm extra pleasing, he'll indulge my need for his attention. Just. Text me. Something. Don't leave me to simmer away in my own filthy imagination. Please. 7pm on the dot. My buzzer went off. My heartbeat was in my throat and I tried not to seem too eager as I sprinted to the intercom (sorry again, downstairs neighbors!). I counted to four, breathing deeply, then buzzed him in. I heard the security doors slam shut and his footfalls ascending to my landing. I opened my door and saw him, my breath catching. He wore a sharp black suit, with a lavender vest underneath, softening the severity of the black. Clutched in his left hand was a bouquet of flowers - red and yellow daisies. I started to speak, welcoming him in to my apartment, and he cut my sentence short with a full kiss, his tongue explored my mouth and he grabbed my ass to pull me closer. I could feel his erection straining the front of his immaculately tailored pants, pressing up against me and I moaned into his mouth. I wanted it in me so badly in that instant. "Hello, my Celie." Butterflies. "Why don't you get these in some water?" He handed me the colorful bouquet and I swept off into the kitchen for a large mason jar. I filled it, and set them in, placing them on the windowsill. His eyes didn't leave me. "Tonight we are going to a play, which I thought you would enjoy. I have one last thing for you this evening." He fiddled with a tiny red box. "Turn around, my darling." I spun around, facing the bed, hoping he'd just push me down and fuck me, but I remembered his urge for patience. I let the hope sit between my legs, quietly. "Most people go for garish, large, leather collars. I prefer something a little more subtle." His hands brushed across my collar bone and placed a delicate, silver chain around my neck, fastening it closed with a small tool from his pocket. "There is no clasp on this necklace. The only way to take it off is to break it. You can easily wear other jewelry with it, and it's meaning will only be known to you and I. I ask for your enthusiastic obedience. I will never ask you to do anything that will harm you. This is your collar for as long as you choose to be with me. Do you like it?" "Oh yes, yes, sir. Very much." He kissed me again, and my knees went weak. "Now. Let me see you." He spun me around, and lifted up my skirt and began rubbing my clit through the lace against my skin. "Nice choice on panties but I think you can do better next time. I prefer less fabric, or none at all. I want access to you at all times." He smiled warmly. "You'll learn my preferences soon enough, I'm sure." I nodded vigorously as my thighs trembled. He kept rubbing as he unbuttoned the top of the dress. "Ah! Matching bra. Nice touch." After days of touching myself, fantasizing about this exact moment, I felt my orgasm swell up quickly from inside me, and I gripped his arm and started to beg, "please, please don't stop." I would have fucked his hand if he would have let me. Of course, he stopped with a perfectly evil smile, just as I'd hoped he would. With a frown, I said "No! No please! Please, please let me cum!" He kissed my forehead, almost with regret. "My dear, you have given yourself to me. Trust that I have your best interests at heart. I know you need to be intellectually as well as as, ah, how should I put this? Manually stimulated." He smiled. "Darling pet, you need to get yourself together, or we are going to be late to what I have for you tonight." I scrambled, and out into the night we went. The play might have been great, I don't know. This was normally the thing I would have loved, if I couldn't feel his warm thigh pressing against mine. I would be hanging on every lush word if I wasn't driven to distraction by the way his lips looked in the shadows of the stage lighting. I couldn't stop thinking about my aching cunt and touching his thigh with my fingertips, slowly tracing out the letters of my pleading, wishing he would take me home and give me every inch of his thick cock. At the end of the play he handed me a small bag. He leaned over to me. "In this bag is a plug. You will wear this for the rest of the evening." He patted my ass. "Now go, put it in." I rushed off to the bathroom. Once in the stall, I smeared my saliva on the tiny red plug for lubrication and reached around and pressed the tip up against my asshole. I bit my lip to keep from making noise as I slid it inside me, while ladies in fancy dresses chattered and streamed in and out of the room. Finally, I pushed it in as far as it would go, and smoothed my dress around me. I could feel my swollen pussy give a gush of wetness. I washed my hands and took short quick strides over to him, adjusting to the feeling of walking around in public with something in my ass, my face bright red, sure that everybody suspected. He took my arm, and escorted me out of the building to our car. The thing about plugs, and I guess anal in general, is that it makes me quiet, extremely submissive. All that exists is the feeling of fullness inside me, in such a forbidden place. I suppose it's part embarrassment at how much I like it. In the car, wet and pliant, he asked me to tell him everything I learned about clocks and watches. I quietly babbled on about gears and springs, gasping every time the car went over a bump in the road, jostling the plug inside me. I could see him fight a smile while I displayed my obedience, fighting for composure. He parked in front of my apartment, and began leading me up the stairs, laughing at my awkward climbing and my fake pout. "Tell me how this makes you feel, Celie." "I'm so embarrassed. It feels so good inside me, but I shouldn't like it. It's taking all of my concentration to speak and make sense. All I want is to come. Please, sir, please tell me I can come tonight." "Yes, baby girl," he said with a warm smile. We stepped into the apartment with a deep kiss and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to him. He led me to the bed, then sat down on the edge. Facing me, he began unbuttoning my dress. His lips trailed over my belly and he pushed my dress down over my hips to the floor. I stood, running my fingers through his hair. I was his toy, to unwrap as he saw fit. He unclasped my garters, and pulled them down with my panties, kissing along the top of thigh, perilously close to my wet slit. "Take off your bra." I held my forearm in front of my breasts and unclasped the hooks in the back. Slowly, I pulled the straps down off my arms, my head angled downward, simply holding the cups in place in front of me with false modesty. I pulled my forearm away with the bra and held it out to my side, letting it fall to the floor next to the other discarded pieces of my outfit. I stood there naked, but for the stockings and the delicate chain around my neck. "Kneel," he said, softly. I fell to my knees, acutely aware of the plug still filling me. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, and eagerly, I reached for it. He held out a finger to slow me down. "Ask politely, first, darling." "Please sir, please, may I..." I whimpered. "May you what?" "Please, sir, may I suck your cock!" I blurted out, more exclamation than question. "Yes, Celie, you may." With a grin, I quickly moved forward and grabbed the base of his dick, wrapping my lips around him. I licked around the circumference, pausing to suck at the little delicate piece of skin on the front of the head. Slowly, I began bobbing my head along the first couple inches of him, and I could hear him sigh happily. I let the saliva dribble out of my mouth as I angled down on him, lubricating my lips and his shaft. I pulled my head up, and my hand followed, pulling gently. When my head went back down, my hand followed, jerking him off and sucking at the same time. I could taste his precum start to leak into my mouth with every upstroke and I sped up in response. Not content with the amount of his dick I was taking in my mouth, I removed my hands and slowly took the entire length of his cock in my mouth and throat. I could feel my eyes water and my gag reflex fighting against me. Again, I took him all in my mouth, choking on how big he was. I lifted my head up with a gasp for air, then licked him from base to tip, squeezing every last drop of precum from him that I could into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head and went back to sucking, eagerly. I couldn't get enough of the taste of him. A Chance Meeting Ch. 02 He stroked my hair and whispered "Good girl" in the dimly lit room. "I want you to drink my cum, and you're very close to getting it at this rate, but you will get off first." I pulled up, and looked into his blue eyes while jacking him off. "Please. Please, sir. I need to cum so badly. I've been waiting ever since you called me on the phone. My imagination has been running away with me. All those fantasies about you, reading that book you sent, it all just made me more and more needy. And... And the plug.." I whimpered. "Please sir, let me come." He pulled me down on the bed, the plug pushing in a little deeper, and he positioned me so that I lay on my back. He spread my legs and told me to stay while he carefully laid his suit on a chair and removed his clothes. He crawled onto the bed, on all fours on top of me, between my legs, positioning his slippery cock right up against the opening to my pussy. He pressed inside me, and I gasped. He kissed my lips hungrily, and started thrusting inside me, penetrating every hole I had with his body or a toy. I was totally, utterly filled and claimed. He pulled his lips away from mine, nipped my neck and words began spilling from his mouth as his pace quickened. "Do you have any idea how much I've wanted you in the past few days? How much self control it took to not just come in here and fuck you senseless when I first saw you tonight? Oh, Celie. Oh, God, my Celie." My clit throbbed as he admitted his lust, and my hips rose to meet his eager and increasingly erratic thrusts. My cunt was swollen and sticky with hours of my arousal, and he slipped in and out of me easily, quickly. Every thrust, he pushed into me as deeply as he could go, pressing flush against my body. I had been on the verge of orgasm all night, and it only took moments of his touch before my pussy tightened hard around his cock, and I called out his name. "Oh, Alexander, I'm yours, I'm yours. Any way you want me, I'm yours." He swore, and his cum that I had been so hungry for spilled inside me, filling me. I could feel his cock twitch as his orgasm subsided, and he grew soft inside me, his heart beating against my chest. A Chance Meeting Ch. 02 I looked up to see her eyes squeezed closed and her mouth open in a silent scream. Her whole body was tense, poised on the brink. She gasped and held her breath again. I kept my fingers playing exactly where they were and continued to alternately suck and press on her clit. I ignored the cramping in my fingers from the small movements. She gasped again, and again, right on the edge of something awe inspiring. I decided to break this stalemate and when I had sucked her clit in hard, I bit it. That was it. The scream echoed though the bathroom, it was visceral. The scream was followed by a violent orgasm that actually shot out of her. Her hands clamped down on my head, holding me steady as her body jumped and thrashed. I held my mouth open catching as much of her ejaculation as possible. I didn't swallow, breathing shallowly through my nose, holding this wondrous treat on my tongue. Eventually she pushed my head away because now she was so sensitive any touch just drove her mad. I pulled her back down into the cooling water, wrapping her legs around me as we are now face to face. As she looked at me I pressed my lips to hers, which opened to meet mine. She moaned anew as she discovered the treat I had for us to share. She ground herself against me, hungrily sucking my tongue, wildly sharing herself. As she wriggled on my lap she felt my cock brush along her sex and jumped. She held my head to her as our kiss continued and pressed down with her pelvis trapping me within her velvety folds. Still ultra-sensitive she had another orgasm just from my entrance. She pulled back up, so that I was again outside her then she dropped herself back on my lap, splitting herself on my erection. She was actually throbbing on me enough that I could feel it. It was like she was gripping and releasing me, then she'd melt with a moan and the gripping would become steady, then spasmodic. It was incredibly intense. Tara would then recover and start moving on my lap again, sometimes up and down, other times in a circular pattern, or some combination of movements that I couldn't follow, so I just enjoyed. When she was coming for the fourth or fifth time she nearly drove me over the edge. I took that moment to pull out of her and turn her around. I pushed her up onto her knees and knelt behind her. "Oh fuck yes, please take me from behind, hard, I want to feel you explode in me...yessssss" she cooed. I grabbed her hips and pressed smoothly into her until I was as deeply inside her as possible. She continued goading me on, telling me how much she wanted to feel me cum, to take her. And I did. I started off slowly, and then started really moving, pounding into her, again and again. I knew I was so excited it wouldn't be too long and I wanted to provide as much pleasure as possible. Then, when I could tell from her voice that she was close and feeling myself on the edge, I stopped. She cried out and with one hand reached back trying to pull me to her. I rode with her, and then started going into her very very slowly. This drove her crazy. When I was deeply inside her, I pressed harder into her then pulled out very slowly. She was practically crying with desire, with the feelings of her passion. This time when I was pulled back I slammed into her. That sudden fullness did it, she started coming which drove me over the edge. Our mutual orgasm crashed through us, together driving both of us back into the water. I held Tara close as we continued to quake as the orgasmic bliss slowly released us. I remained sheathed by her until a particularly violent aftershock pushed me out. She then turned over and just held me. The look in her eyes defied words. She started to speak and I just put my finger over her lips and she understood, instead she sucked my finger into and then out of her hot mouth. We lay together until we normalized and we noticed the water was rather cold. I stood up, took Tara's hand and led her to the shower stall. We showered together, just feeling each other, sliding bodies against each other, though not progressing beyond that level of closeness. Actually somehow it felt more intimate than making love again would have. We passed the soap back and forth. We cleansed each other, and Tara even let me wash her hair. I love the feeling of her soapy head in my large hands, massaging her hair clean, and then continuing to massage her has the water sluiced the soap away. She laughingly tried to wash my hair as well; however, I have so little that it was really just a wonderful head massage. When we shut off the water we realized there was only one bath towel out, so she tried to give it to me. I took it and dried her luscious body off, and then dried myself. We made our way back to her bedroom. One look out the window told us how long we'd been playing in the bath. It was dark. I picked up the dishes and shuttled them back into the kitchen. Tara followed me, carrying the rest of the detritus from our brunch. I took her into my arms. "Are you hungry? I am." I said with a smile. She giggled "Actually I am. You are working me today, my dear." "Do you have any druthers for dinner? Have you been craving anything and haven't had?" I asked. She looked speculatively at me. Then looked at the way I was dressed or undressed actually. She laughed saying "first we have to find you some clothes." I told her that I live about three miles from her and if she wants to drive we can make our way there and perhaps out to whatever she has in mind. She agreed, so I put my yesterday clothes back on while she dressed. With her looking spectacular and me looking rumpled we made our way to her car and the next part of our adventurous first meeting.