0 comments/ 11468 views/ 0 favorites A Fantasy By: Lady_Siren Standing face to face their eyes meet. She allows her fear to show in hers but it is tinged with a desire that seemed alive. His eyes to were warm as for a moment they simply stood there both of them thinking the same thing. Both knowing that a bed lay only feet from them. Her mind races with thoughts and insecurities but in one strong push she buries them determined she is going to show this man just how much he means to her. Besides she had been waiting far to long for this to turn back now. She steps closer her eyes never leaving his until she stands barely an inch from him. Her hand reaches up caressing his face gently a smile curving her lips. Then with one last look in his eyes she presses her lips to his. The kiss starts out slow as they explore one another's lips for the first time. She feels a shudder travel down her entire body; a moan threatens to emerge from such a simple kiss. Unable to stop she deepens the kiss pressing closer; His arms come up around her waist pulling her tight against him as he kisses her back. Letting her arms wrap around his neck she is pulled flush against his body. This time the moan does escape as she savors the feeling of his body against hers, his arousal pressing into her stomach. Knowing she is the one that caused that causes her own arousal to worsen. Still kissing him she teases the seem of his lips with her tongue until he allows her inside where she teases him some more barely allowing her tongue to touch his. He seems to like this, his tongue engaging hers as his hands run up her back and into her hair tilting her head for better access. Closing her eyes she becomes lost, all her doubts and worries are gone replaced by nothing but this man and this moment and how long she had been waiting to be here in this place even before she knew it herself. The kiss soon goes from sweet and loving to passionate and her body begins to rub against his. Her arms tighten around his neck, his hands leaving her hair sweeping down her back down till he cups her behind pulling her tight against him. Another moan escapes her lips and is lost in his mouth as he continues to devour her. Realizing she is losing control and that is not what she wanted she forces herself to pull away. A question in his eyes has her kissing him again to reassure him before taking his hand and leading him to the bed. She grabs the hem of his shirt with her hands tugging on it letting him know without words she wished for it gone. He quickly complied leaving his chest bare for her touch. And touch she did as her hands roamed all over his skin enjoying the way his muscles seemed to tighten under her hands. Letting her hands slide down to his stomach and lower she unbuttons his jeans her hands teasing just above the waistband. His eyes seem to heat at her touch his hand running through her hair. He attempts to pull her in for another kiss but she resists a mischievous smile pulling on the corners of her mouth. She motions for him to sit on the bed which he does his eyes never leaving her as she backs away a bit reaching for her shirt and sliding it over her head in one smooth motion. His eyes darken as he takes in the fact she isn't wearing a bra. How had he missed that? He wonders silently. She runs her hands up her own sides teasing him with glimpses of her caressing her own breasts before giggling softly and approaching him. Gently she pushes on his shoulder urging him to lie down which he does without complaint. Crawling up his body she stops when she is even with him her lips hovering over his teasingly. Barely she brushes her lips against him but not allowing him to kiss her. Her hand travels over his shoulder and down his arm back to his shoulder before traveling down his chest stopping at his lower abdomen before traveling back up to thread into his hair when she finally allows the kiss to take place. His hands come up roaming over her back as she kisses him. Spreading her legs she straddles his waist feeling his arousal pressing in the one spot that craved it most. A moan bubbles up as she lets herself rub against him feeling the delicious friction through her pants. Finally forcing herself to pull away she sits up her breathing coming fast and an ache between her legs causing her to unconsciously undulate her hips against his. Determined not to lose control she leans forward kissing his lips very briefly before kissing a path to his ear teasing for a moment, nibbling a bit before traveling down his neck her tongue sneaking out to tease a spot here and there. Leaving his neck she travels down to his chest her lips leaving a path of fire in their wake. Meanwhile her hands travel down his side following loosely the path of her lips kissing, then touching, licking then touching, basically worshipping his body as it was meant to be worshiped. She feels his hands tangle in her hair as he tilts his head back closing her eyes a small moan escaping his lips. Feeling her own body clench at the sound she moves lower over his stomach now. His pants were already unbuttoned; all she had to do was hook her fingers into the waistband and pull. Helping her by lifting his hips they slipped off revealing a pair of boxers which soon joined his jeans on the floor. Taking a moment to admire him, she licks her lips unable to prevent the heat pooling between her legs. Leaning over him she goes back to her trail of kissing moving lower now that his pants no longer proved an obstacle. His hand is back in her hair but his eyes are open as they watch her unable to take his gaze away as she moves closer and closer to the one place that begs for her lips. Letting her hand travel over his him she moves it closer to the middle her lips teasing his thigh. A noise escapes his throat when she finally allows her hand to wrap around his length squeezing oh so slightly as her lips travel closer. Her hand strokes him once, twice... her thumb teasing the tip of him causing his hips to arch helplessly into her caress. Hearing another groan slip out from his she finally takes pity her lips hovering over the tip of his arousal. Looking up at him she catches his gaze then with an aching slowness she licks him from the base up... up until she reaches the tip where she proceeds to taking every inch of hi in her mouth in one movement. A strangled sound escapes him as his head falls back his hips arching off the bed slightly. Moaning softly in response she pulls up until just the tip remains in her mouth before sliding all the way back down in a slow controlled movement making him squirm from the sensations. Getting a rhythm now she begins to stroke him with her mouth keeping a continuous suction that has him groaning softly with each stroke. Using her nails she lightly skims his thighs one hand leaving to encircle the base of his arousal allowing her to move faster. Feeling he is rather close she pulls away her hand still idly stroking him as her gaze meets his. Her eyes are heated as she sits up and unbuttons her pants smiling a bit as she slides them off of her hips and lips taking her underwear with them. Without another second to waste she is back over him her lips kissing his her body pressed against his rubbing against him as she straddles his waist once more. His hands move over her back as he returns the kiss one hand then moving to the front teasing his nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he pushes his hips up into hers. Unable to take anymore she sits up reaching down to position him at her opening before sliding down taking every inch in without stopping her body already aroused and welcoming from giving him pleasure. Her eyes close and she moans his name softly the feeling of him filling her to indescribable. His hands rest on her hips holding her against him. She begins to move her body sliding up and down on his, the friction building a fire that is already hotter then should be possible. Overwhelmed she leans over him her lips finding hers her hips moving at an ever increasing speed and strength. Soon neither of them can think only feel as they rock together forcefully his hands cupping her behind pulling her to him with each thrust while she buries her face in his neck her thighs tightening around him her moans escalating to an almost wail. His name a continuous litany on her lips as she races towards completion. He groans her name as her teeth nip his shoulder in her passion her hips pounding harder and harder against him until... Finally the damn breaks and her orgasm floods through her causing her to stiffen her hips spasming against his. Somewhere in the distance she hears him shout his body convulsing slightly as his orgasm rushes through him as well... Panting she takes a deep breath her eyes opening and her heart clenching as she remembers it was all in her mind. Sadly she sits up her heart beat returning to normal her gaze turning out the window knowing he is under the same sky aching for him more then words can describe. Yet a smile curves her lips, they will be together soon and when they are she will make sure of one thing, he will never want to merely fantasize again A Fantasy You have stood at the window behind the curtain as I've fucked you, one hand on your belly as you suck on my thumb, stifling your moans and cries . The few diners left below are oblivious of what is happening just above their heads. You are unobserved now but want to be seen, not by the diners perhaps but you are wanton in your need at this moment and I wonder how I'll satisfy us both. The lunch time wine is lubricating your lust. The door of the room stands open still and one of the young Turkish waiters pauses to look in, and I signal him to come in and join us. He smiles, then turns and calls out, and pauses again before entering. I pull you back into the room; you have your audience now. You step slightly forward wanting him to se my cock moving in and out of you. He watches me stroking your ass, grunting his approval as you turn to him, your eyes telling him everything, and he drops his pants freeing his huge cock. It's already jumping and he strokes it as he reaches his other hand to yours. Another waiter arrives, another young Turk, who laughs at what he sees. You need more attention now and I turn you to the heavy table and you lie forward, then I turn you on me till you are on your back. One Turk jumps up and kneels straddling your head, feeding his big cock to you and you suck him busily as he watches me, and the other continues to watch me stroking in and out of you. He grasps your pole and strokes it in time with his own long thin one, still watching. They joke with each other, make hand signals and I sense what they may be joking about. I plant my hand back on your belly and withdraw from your passage. The Turk holding your cock moves between your thighs and feeds himself into you as I bend to kiss your nipples and add my hand to the other young Turks. We quickly have you spouting your seed for us. The young Turks talk and the one you are feeding on pulls free and moves forward. He obviously wants to fuck you too. I wonder what they will do, what order they will fuck you in, but they move their hands about and talk. I now straddle your face, my tool filling your mouth and you do duty sucking me. Then the Turks are pushing your thighs higher and the one inside you brings himself up onto the table crouching over you, trapping your thighs under his as he pumps you. The other Turk has moved behind him the bends over and I gasp as he reappears standing on his head behind his friend, his legs spread and hanging back, his tool hard and hanging straight down his belly. The friend reaches back and takes his friends long tool, feeding the head of it into your hole below his own. You buck at this huge invasion and would have them off you if not trapped under his thighs, and I grab your arms and pin those down, knowing this is what you want but don't want. Two young cocks working inside your single passage so you think you will split apart. The Turk facing me is going, 'oh oh', and moving his hips gently as you buck and writhe beneath me. The athletic rear Turk has penetrated you and slowly drives deeper, his cock pointing down and running along the rear of your tunnel aided by his friends stroking pull and push. Soon he is well in and I feel you whimpering. I pull my cock from your mouth and bend to kiss you as they begin to fuck you in an alternating rhythm the way you have fantasized being double fucked. They do it like experienced diggers alternating their tools in your channel. I hold your arms back still, stretching your torso out. I lean in to kiss the Turk wanting him to know that I am mesmerized by what he is doing to you. You begin to join the fuck now, meeting the rear Turks thrusts with yours. I palm your belly making you moan more and tease your nipples and kiss the Turk again, pleased he had the desire to do this to you. Both fill you with hot cream then withdraw, laughing happily as the rear one falls to the ground with a heavy thump. They laugh and thank you, lying there still with your legs raised, feeling their cum leaking from you as you recover, shocked at what they have done to you, but loving every moment of it. I stand down and move into the space they have vacated between your thighs and add my seed to theirs as you gaze at me, moaning and stroking yourself . A Fantasy Visit Finally, the plane begins its descent. As much as she loves flying, she's always eager to get off the plane. Swallowing a couple of times to unblock her ears, she thinks how strange it always feels to fly down through the clouds. Seeing the clouds from a plane window always put things in perspective for Grace. It was kind of the same feeling she got when she was at the beach at night; the crashing of waves and wind roaring in her ears deafening her, sand sifting through her fingers in a soothing shiver – it all reminded her of the enormity of the universe, and the insignificance of her own small self-created existence. As the wheels hit the tarmac, Grace jolted out of her reverie, blinking twice and looking around her. Memory slithers back, and a buzz of anticipation fills her, the rush of adrenaline causing her nerves to dance. She can't wait to get out of this damned plane. She can ignore her claustrophobia when the plane is moving, and all the other passengers are doing their own thing, but now that they're sitting on the ground, the chatter and impatience of the people around her smothers her. She waits for the majority to grab their carry-on luggage, takes her own bag and packs her book into it, and walks off the plane. Once in the taxi, the claustrophobia fades again and she closes her eyes, resting her head back on the seat. I've been wanting this for so long now, she thinks. It seems unbelievable that it's actually happening. A fantasy slips through her mind, although not the first she's had today. She'd ran through many different scenarios during the flight, entertaining herself with various thoughts until her desire had overcome her and she'd had to go into the tiny toilet aboard the plane and slide a finger between her legs, rubbing in rough circles on her clit until she came, a hard, fast, intense orgasm. She'd bitten her bottom lip so hard, trying to hold back any noises that might draw attention, that she'd made herself bleed. This particular fantasy involved wondering what it would be like to go out with Mark at night, all dressed up and sleek and glamorous. They'd be catching a taxi somewhere, and he'd order her to suck his cock in the back of the cab with the driver watching in the rearview mirror. The driver would be furtively watching every move she made, hearing each little muffled moan of her pleasure at being used by him so blatantly. Still watching the road carefully, the driver would glance at the mirror often, seeing what a slut she was, understand that she's Mark's slut and that she does as he commands. Mark would cum hard, his hand on the back of her head pushing her further down his cock, her nose pressed against his skin. She'd gag a little as his cum filled her throat, and although she'd swallow fast, it wouldn't be fast enough and it would leak out of the corners of her lips, running in white trails down her chin. Mark would let her lick some of it away, but tell her to leave the rest there, letting it dry on her skin as evidence of his ownership of her as his whore. Bringing herself back to reality, Grace opens her eyes and sees the driver watching her. She guesses he's noticing her breath is quick and shallow, her face flushed, her nipples obviously hard even through my top. This constant flux of desire is almost tiring, and she tries to relax, focussing on the city lights as they drive. Once they arrive at the hotel, she checks in, giving the clerk at the front desk instructions to give Mark the second key when he gets there, and to let him up to her room without buzzing her. In her room, she dumps her bags, breathing a sigh of relief. Silence at last. Stripping off her clothing, she heads straight for the spa-bath and fills it with hot water and bubbles. Easing into the tub, she lets the sting of the steaming hot water clear her mind, the scented steam fluttering delicately around her, relaxing her. After a while, she gets out of the bath and wraps herself in a robe. She orders a bottle of wine from room service, and once it arrives, removes the robe and settles naked at a table by the window, drinking her wine and looking at the night sky, awaiting his arrival. Finally, the lock clicks and the door opens. Grace stands, moving from her chair by the window to kneel on the floor, waiting and watching as Mark enters. She kneels on the floor before him, clean and naked, awaiting his orders, wanting desperately to show him in person that she's his whore, his filthy slut, as she's been telling him for months. He walks over to her slowly, studying her, his face giving away no emotions. Grace waits patiently. Mark nods. Looking up at him, she unzips his pants, pulling them down his legs, and slides her fingers over his cock through black satin boxers, relishing the moment. She leans forward and licks him tentatively through the silky material. Hooking her fingers into the top of his boxers, she lowers them, letting them pool around his feet. Her hands slide up his thighs and she wets her lips nervously, then twirls her tongue around his cock while it's still soft. She takes him in her mouth with a flick of her tongue, and rolls his cock around gently, slowly. The head slides along the ridged roof of her mouth, her tongue soft and wet as it skims along the underside of his shaft, and she sucks her cheeks in, massaging his cock from every side. Feeling him growing harder in her mouth, she moans softly, her eyes closing as she enjoys her task. As he grows thicker, her lips stretch wider, and she breathes through her nose, whimpering softly as the hard head of his cock presses against the back of her throat, urging her to open up more and let him in. Finally, he touches her. His fingers pull through my hair, tugging a little, and his hands on the back of her head pulling her away and then back down his cock as he slowly thrust into her face. She lets his hands guide her head, loving the feel of being used as a fuck-toy, as something being used purely to get him off in exactly the way he wants. She lets her neck muscles stay loose as he moves her this way and that, angling a little, positioning it just right for him. She opens her mouth wider and lets her throat relax as he presses against it, although she still gags as he pushes past it, choking a little for him. The sound of her choking makes him moan, and she smiles as much as is possible with an engorged cock rammed down her throat. He thrusts faster now, fucking her face, his hands on the back of her head pushing her down. The impact of her mouth against his pubic bone hurts each time, and she whimpers, knowing that her mouth will ache tomorrow, and that she'll be happy for it. She feels his cock thickening, his pulse thudding against her tongue. He pushes deeper still into her mouth, choking her again, harder this time. She rolls her eyes up to look at him, letting him see the tears in her eyes as he hurts her, uses her. His movements grow more frantic, and she gags, gasping for breath around his cock. She swallows frantically, not wanting to stop, and keeps her eyes on him. She feels herself aching for his touch, her pussy begging to be fucked, hard, but she knows that he won't fuck her tonight, if at all. Moisture slips down her thighs, she's growing wet as he uses her mouth for his own pleasure, knowing that she's his dirty whore being used and abused as he sees fit. Looking down at her, he sees the need in her eyes, and tells her to shove two fingers into her ass, now. She hesitates for only half a second then does as she's told, her arm reaching behind her, wetting her fingers quickly with the juices leaking from her cunt and then pushing them deep into her ass. Her eyes widen and a muffled sob escapes her lips. He moans again at her pain, and says "Another finger, now, now." She doesn't hesitate this time, shoving another finger into her tight ass hole alongside the other two, stretching herself open and screaming a little, still muffled by his unwavering thrusting into her mouth. He tells her to fuck her ass hard and fast as she sucks his cock, like the dirty fucking whore that she is, and she obliges. Her fingers work fast, hurting herself, and she feels her skin breaking a little, bleeding a little as she fucks her ass for him. She lets the pain show in her eyes, across her face, and her moans grow more frantic as he grabs her head roughly, holding it in one place and thrusting himself cock quick and hard and deep into her mouth. She lets the look in her eyes show him that she wants his cum so badly, she wants so much to please him and to taste his thick cum sliding down her throat as she hurts herself for him, her ass being bruised by the fingers pumping deep inside her. His fingers tighten again in her hair, gripping and digging in as his rhythm breaks and he climaxes, his grunts and moans music to her ears. She doesn't break her pace with her fingers, her mouth held wide open, swallowing as much of as she can and letting the rest fill up her mouth. Easing himself out of her mouth, Mark wipes his cock along Grace's cheek, leaving marks of her saliva and his cum on her pale skin. He tells her to take her fingers out of her ass and lick them clean. Sitting back on her heels, she slips her fingers between my lips. Taking one last look at her, with shiny streaks of cum and saliva across her face, sucking her fingers clean, he smiles for the first time, stroking a hand over her hair, and says "Good girl." He pulls up his boxers and pants again, straightens up, kisses her on the forehead, and leaves the hotel room, the lock clicking in place as the door closes. Grace closes her eyes and leans forward, her forehead touching the carpeted floor, resting for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she stands, stretching her aching muscles. She walks carefully back to the table by the window, eases into a chair, and pours herself another glass of wine. Sitting naked by the window, with Mark's cum drying across her skin, she sips her wine and relaxes once more, a small, satisfied smile on her face. She gazes at the stars and wonders what tomorrow will bring. A Fantasy Almost immediately after she knocked on the door, he opened it and pulled her into his arms. "Hi," he said, then kissed her until she was almost breathless, pulling her into the house, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot. His tongue played with hers as she wrapped her arms around him, holding tight. It was always like this with them, they totally lost their senses when they were around each other, and they hadn't seen each other in awhile. He was anxious, wanting to lose himself in her, to reacquaint himself with her. As his hands went underneath her shirt, she pulled away and taking his hand, she pulled him into his bedroom, stopping by the side of the bed. Pausing to kick off her shoes, she stepped up to him, sliding her arms around his neck, her lips finding his, her tongue sliding into his mouth. She pressed her body up against his tightly, feeling his all ready hard cock pressing against her through his jeans. It was always this way around him. If he was near her, she wanted to be close to him. To touch. To kiss. To lick. To bite. He deepened the kiss as one of his hands went up to the back of her neck as the kiss went on. Breaking the kiss, he pulled away, his fingers going to the buttons of her shirt as her hands went underneath his own shirt, sliding across his chest. He paused for a moment to pull his shirt over his head. Sliding her shirt down her arms to drop on the floor, his lips found her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin as his hands fumbled with the bra clasp behind her back. She gasped as he kissed and sucked gently on her neck, the sensation causing her to cling to him as her knees almost buckled, then moved to take her earlobe into his mouth. The warm wetness of his mouth sent shivers down her spine. She stepped back to let her bra fall to the floor, then moved her hands to his jeans, fumbling with the button, impatient for them to be fully nude, to feel him against her. He pulled away, brushing her hands aside impatiently and pulled his jeans off much quicker than she would have accomplished it. He quickly helped her off with hers and then they were pressed against each other again, this time nude, both of them closing their eyes briefly at the feel of skin on skin. He kissed her again, deeply, his tongue touching hers as his hand found her breast, cupping and squeezing roughly for a moment before moving to find her nipple. He squeezed her nipple hard, his other hand going to the back of her head, tangling in her hair as he kissed her, holding her still for him. Her eyes drifted shut, enjoying the sensation of him kissing her, touching her. She could feel him between them, hard and hot against her. Overcome with a sudden urge to touch him, her hands started drifting down his chest, pausing for a moment at his own nipples, running her fingernail lightly over them before squeezing them before moving her hands down to his stomach. Knowing where her hands were headed, he quickly grabbed them before she could touch him, and he forgot what he intended to do. "Get on the bed. Face down." A little disappointed that she didn't get to touch him, she nevertheless got on the bed and laid down on her stomach, curious as to what he was up to. She didn't have long to wait to find out as he took one of her hands and attached it to a cuff. He quickly did the other one the same way. She shivered slightly in the cool of the room. They had talked about bondage before, but hadn't practiced it yet. She had a few experiences before in the past, but always she had always been on her back. He took each of her ankles and snapped them into cuffs, making sure her legs were spread wide. He paused for a moment, looking at her in anticipation. He rummaged around in a bag at the foot of the bed until he found what he wanted. Running his hand lightly up her body, he felt her shiver in response. He placed the blindfold around her eyes and tied it behind her head. Now she was helpless. Tied and blindfolded. She laid there, squirming impatiently after a moment when she saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing. She found that whatever type of rope he had used to attach the cuffs had quite a bit of give in it, so she wasn't totally immobile, but she still couldn't go far. She heard what sounded like a match, and then a moment later felt hands on her feet, massaging and rubbing before moving up to her ankles. He slid his fingers over her legs, massaging the soft skin, feeling her body relax into his touch. Moving his hands up, when he touched the inside of her legs, just barely brushing against her pussy lips, just a small teasing touch, he felt her move her hips up, eager for his touch. But he didn't touch her there, his hands moving across her back, to her shoulders, down her arms. She gasped as his hands moved back down her back to her ass, lightly touching, causing her to tense up as it tickled her sensitive nerve endings. She squirmed a little against her bonds, aroused beyond belief as he continued to touch her lightly, teasingly. She gasped when he finally moved his hands to her inner thighs again, moving up to touch the lips lightly, just teasing her. She raised her hips back into his touch as much as she could. "Please touch me." He slid his finger across her clit, hearing her gasp. He rubbed her briefly before sliding his finger into her, finding her wet and hot. He slowly slid his finger in and out of her for a moment, enjoying the way she lifted into his touch. Pulling out of her, he moved his hand back to her ass, pressing against her anus, feeling her tense at the touch for a moment, as he watched his finger sink into her. He moved his other hand back to her clit. He rubbed her for a moment, feeling her ass relax around his finger, he slowly started thrusting his finger into her. She was shaking now. Everything felt so good, the sensation of his finger inside her, him rubbing her in slow circles on her clit with her being bound and helpless. She felt her pussy contract as she was pushed closer and closer to orgasm. Then his fingers were gone, and she cried out in protest. For a moment, there was nothing. No sound, no touch. He watched her for a moment, watched her squirm, knowing she wanted to be touched. He took a deep breath, determined not to rush this, but the sight was almost too much for him; he wanted to thrust into her, to feel her around his cock. He loved that she was so open to his ideas; it's what attracted them to each other in the first place. Taking another deep breath, he lifted her up, sliding underneath her. Settling himself between her legs, he gave her clit a quick lick, enjoying her quick gasp. He sucked gently on one of her shaved lips, pulling gently, hearing her muffled moan. He ran his tongue across her clit before moving to slide his tongue inside her, tasting her arousal, loving her taste. She gasped as she felt his tongue on her clit. She loved oral, and the tongue on her clit was driving her wild. She cried out in protest when he left her pussy after a way too brief moment, and he kissed his way up her back to her neck. She shivered when he took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked. "Will you come for me?" he whispered in her ear. "Oh god, yes, please," she whimpered. He began kissing his way back down her back, stopping in the middle of her back, licking her, feeling her squirm beneath him. He pulled his mouth away, taking a moment to run his hands over her back, her ass before lifting her to slide back underneath her pussy. He felt her body jerk in response as he licked her clit lightly. He slid a finger smoothly into her, moving it slowly inside her. Then moved the finger wet with her own arousal to her ass, pushing into her slowly, hearing her muffled moan. She was breathing hard as he worked his finger into her ass, his tongue gliding over her clit lightly. She pressed her hips back into him, wanting more, harder, wanting to cum. She closed her eyes tight beneath the blindfold as a finger from his other hand slid into her pussy. Soon he was moving both inside her, moving one in while the other was moving out. "Oh god," she murmured as she was swept away by the combination of having both holes played with while having her clit licked. He paused for just a moment. "Please come for me." He replaced his mouth, licking and then sucking gently on her clit, then swirling his tongue around it, then sucking again. Her stomach clenched every time he sucked. She cried out as her orgasm overtook her, her legs trembling as spasms of pleasure overtook her, her ass and pussy contracting around his fingers. She relaxed, but he still licked her oversensitive clit until she was squirming again. "Oh, please." She gasped for breath as he slowly pulled away from her. He moved around to her as she caught her breath. "Open your mouth." He placed the tip of his hard cock at her mouth. "Suck me please." He closed his eyes as he slowly inserted his cock into her warm mouth, pushing the hair out of her face. She licked and sucked on his cock as best as she could with her hands bound. She had never done this without her hands. She loved giving oral just as much as she loved receiving it. She loved doing this, loved having him in her mouth, but was a bit frustrated at the lack of the use her hands. She struggled to take him into her mouth as he sunk more of him into her mouth. She gasped around his cock as she felt a drop of heat hit her back. "Wax," he told her with a chuckle before another drop hit her. He felt her mouth tighten around him as she struggled to please him without her hands, saw her hands clench around, knowing that she was frustrated at her bound state. Her mouth felt so good, seeing her cum bound and blindfolded, it was not going to take long before he would be coming in her mouth, although he tried to last as long as he could. She felt his hands in her hair, holding her head as he came in her mouth, hearing him moan her name. She continued to suck him until he pulled away from her. His hands in her hair brought her lips to his, and he kissed her, his tongue touching hers, playing with hers. Cuddling up against her back, he spent a long moment recovering from the force of his orgasm. He moved his lips to her shoulder, her neck, kissing down to her back as his hand moved down to her pussy again, sliding his finger into her, feeling her wet and warm, feeling her push back into his touch. He pulled away, moving his still half hard cock back to her mouth. "Suck me. Make me hard. I want to fuck you." She obediently took him back in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip, taking as much as she could of him in her mouth. She squirmed against her restraints, wanting him, wanting to feel him inside her. He pulled away from her, and a moment later, she felt his finger enter her, sliding in and out of her very wet vagina before she felt his finger replaced by his cock. He pushed his cock into her, closing his eyes at the sensation of her very wet pussy wrapped around him. He moved his finger to her ass, hearing her gasp as his finger pushed against her anus. He held himself still all the way inside her as he worked his finger into her tight ass until he felt her pushing back against him. He started to move inside her, feeling her heat surround him. She loved feeling him inside her, his hands on her. She loved it when he played with her ass while he was fucking her. She loved being with him. She gasped as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back hard against him as he pushed forward. He paused for a moment, pulling his cock and fingers away from her, hearing her murmur a protest at being abandoned. He quickly undid her restraints, and then laid down on his back, maneuvering her on top of him. Running his hands over her back, he slid his cock into her again. Reaching up, she took off the blindfold. She enjoyed this position not only because she got to be in control, but she also got to watch him even though it was rare for her to orgasm in this position. Leaning down, she found his nipple, licking him, and then sucking, feeling his hand go to the back of her head. Biting him gently, she started moving up and down on him slowly. His hands went to her ass, spanking her lightly as she moved on him. He increased the intensity of his slaps as she kept up her pace on his cock. He heard her gasp as he stopped to rub his hand over her now warm ass. His hands went to her hips, sliding up to her breasts and then back down. She resisted the temptation to close her eyes, wanting to watch him, look into his eyes. She loved his eyes. She watched as his eyes drifted close for a moment from the sensation of her wrapped around him and then open again to watch her. "You're going to make me cum." A moment later his hands tightened on her as he came, gripping her hips, pulling her down harder on him. Totally relaxed, his hands slipped from her hips as he caught his breath. His arm loosely draped around her as she moved to his side, cuddling to his chest, her hands lightly caressing him as they both relaxed. She kissed his chest, closing her eyes, completely content, knowing that he was likely to wake her up sometime in the morning. A Fantasy I hear you put the key in the hotel room door, and I scramble to get into position, kneeling, eyes downcast. This is required whenever you come into the room. The only thing I wear is my collar, snug against my throat. You step into the room, and seeing me kneeling there, you speak. "You may look up, slave." I do, and my breath intakes sharply. Standing next to you is a tall beautiful woman. You notice my reaction. "What are you thinking, slave?" "She's beautiful, Master." I can't help but stare at her. "Yes, she is. Come here." I crawl over to both of you, because I have not been given permission to stand. I kneel between you, at your feet. I continue to look at this beauty that you have chosen to bring to the room. She smiles down at me, and strokes my hair. I bend to kiss her foot. "You will obey her as you obey me. You will call her Mistress," you tell me. "Yes, Master." I see that you are pleased with me. "Stand up now, slave." "Yes, Master." I stand, feeling small next to this incredible woman. She is a good two or three inches taller than I am. "Undress your Mistress. You may make love to her as you undress her." I look at you, not quite believing that you will allow me to make love to her. I immediately begin to undo the buttons on her blouse. I look at her as I do this. "May I kiss you, Mistress," I ask shyly. "Yes, you may. Your Master has already given permission for you to make love to me, and I haven't said that you may not." I lean in, slowly, and brush her lips with mine. She is soft and warm, and the feeling floods through me. I continue to undo the buttons, and I kiss her neck as it's uncovered. I open her blouse and slide it off her shoulders, which I also kiss, gently. Then I undo her bra, which opens in the front, and my breath almost leaves me as I uncover her breasts. I put my lips to each nipple, unable to control myself, and I feel them harden under my touch. I reach to undo her slacks, and slide them down and off her legs. She stands, unashamed, in just her panties, which I also remove. I know you are watching everything I do, and I want to please you. She walks to the bed, and you motion for me to follow. I do, and she lies down. I get up on the bed, but I don't do anything else because I don't have permission. "Lie on top of her, slave. I'm going to whip you with my belt," you say as you take your belt off. I look at you, afraid that I have displeased you, and you see the uncertainty in my eyes. "No," you say, "You haven't disobeyed me. You know the rules. I'm going to whip you because I can. You're my slave, and that gives me the right to whip you for no reason other than my pleasure." I am reassured by this, and lie on top of my Mistress. She wraps her arms around me, and this is allowed as this isn't a punishment spanking. I wouldn't be allowed this comfort if it were. The first blow lands squarely on my bare, upturned bottom, and my body tenses, but I don't cry out. The belt lands again and again in quick succession, with no real time in between to acclimate myself. My Mistress kisses my face softly, whispering to me, soft nothings that lull me even as I'm whipped hard. The heat builds to uncomfortable levels, but I know I must not show too much distress, because that isn't fitting for a slave. I must stay in control. I bury my head in her neck, kissing it, nuzzling it. She strokes my hair as I struggle to maintain control over myself. I want both of you to be proud of me. Finally the whipping ends, and she rubs my bottom with her lovely slow caresses. I know you are watching all of this with great interest, every detail carefully remembered. "Slave, I want you to lick your Mistress's pussy now. I want you to make her come. Lie down where she is now." I don't understand, but I obey. My Mistress gets up from where she had been, and I lie down in the warmth she has left there. You proceed to tie me to the bed, spread eagle, so that I'm unable to move except to lift my head. The position is nothing new, but I don't understand yet how I will make her come if I am tied up. My questions are answered as you lead her to kneel over my face. I stare up into her pussy, and reach up to kiss her inner thigh. Her pussy is bare, as mine is bare, and I brush my lips against her folds. I kiss her pussy, and then let my tongue dart out to taste her. I feel her wetness, and I know she is aroused. I start to lick her in earnest now, becoming more and more excited as I feel her hips move with my tongue thrusts. I fuck her with my tongue, lifting my head high to go as deep as I can inside her. She moans and gyrates above me, and I know you must be pleased with me. I sense your labored breathing next to the bed as you watch us. I feel her lift up slightly, and I know that you must be caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples. I find her clit and play with it until I feel her body tense. I know she's close, so I tongue her clit very fast and hard, and she comes, screaming. I kiss her pussy and inner thighs, and then you help her down from her kneeling position. I'm still lying tied up on the bed. I don't mind though. I'm your slave, and what happens next isn't up to me. I wonder, but I don't ask. I hear my Mistress ask if she may, and I wonder what she means. She has asked you, not me. The next thing I feel is her mouth on my pussy, and I shudder at the sudden sensations. I'm being allowed to be pleasured, and I know then that I have pleased you. She kisses and licks my pussy, pushing me to new heights. I know I cannot come unless you say that I may, so I struggle not to. I can't grind my pussy against her mouth because I can't move enough, and I am frustrated by this. Suddenly she stops, and I almost cry out. She starts again, pushing me close to the edge, and then she stops again. She has decided to play with me, tormenting me with her tongue, but stopping just short every time. Finally, I hear your voice, as if from a distance. "You can come now, slave." She tongues my clit in earnest then, making my whole body strain desperately against my restraints. My whole body shakes with an explosive orgasm, and I lay utterly exhausted. I watch through a warm haze as you take her from behind. You standing next to the bed, she on the bed, bottom thrust high for you. I hear you groan with pent-up desire, and I wish that it was I who was receiving your cock inside me. You are my Master though, and it isn't for me to question what you do. You both come in a sweaty moaning shudder. After a few minutes you untie me, but only my legs; I'm still helpless. You kneel between my legs and lift my hips so that you can enter me. I thrust my hips against you, and your balls brush against my still sore bottom. It drives me over the edge, and you see that I can no longer control it. "Come for me, my slaveslut. Come hard for your Master!" And I do, my legs stiffening and shuddering, and I yell out my release. You come right after me, and then collapse against me. I feel my hands being untied, and I realize that it's my Mistress. You lie on one side of me, and she on the other, and we sleep like that, wrapped around each other. A Fantasy Note: I wrote this story many years ago on Literotica. But back then I was impulsive to complete the story, and it was full of grammatical and spelling errors. It was my first attempt as well. It was met with mainly comments about the poor grammar and spelling, and there were a few nasty ones about the cuckold fantasy. Well there were some encouraging comments too which I really appreciate. Its been some many years now, and life has its weird twist, I suddenly though of this story and decided to search it up and rewrite it. Basically, I am just cleaning up the errors and added a couple of paragraphs and sentences here and there. And its still a cuckold story. You have the freedom to choose, if you are not into cuckold fantasies, please skip this story. --------------------- I have always enjoyed reading about stories of cheating wives and cuckolded husbands. I must admit that I do get turned on when reading stories of how a wife had her fun while her husband knowingly or unknowingly waited for her return. It's a great feeling to know that your wife is attractive and sexy even in the eyes of other men, to the extreme of wanting to get in her pants. To watch or know how your wife is being admired for her stunning body and her soaking tight pussy while they humped away at her. Well, all those are just my fantasies and I have never had the courage to tell my lovely wife about it, nor had I the courage to suggest about other men during our love making sessions. All I managed, was to fantasize a scene that lives only in my mind, a scene that turns me on. Maybe I am just too afraid to be a cuckold. And what I am about to write, is a story of my fantasy - one that I always fantasized when she goes out on her girls' night out or when she goes out partying without me. --------------------- It was during the yearend holidays, when my wife told me that she will be attending a party dinner the following week. It was a grand yearend ballroom party dinner organized by her company and was to be held at a grand hotel in the busy downtown area. It's a big event of sorts that will be attended by most of the company's staff as well as the vendors and business partners. Attendance are expected to be around 1500. And as a result of the large number of people attending, spouses were not on the invitee list. On the evening of the dinner, my wife looked nervous despite being a stunning natural beauty. I could not blame her either, it was a grand event for her and the company. And there's going to be a crowd and a lot of socializing at the event. Furthermore, she is the type that often worries about how attractive and sexy she would appear to others. And there I was, lazing on our bed in our medium sized apartment on a cool breezy evening, eyeing her as she hurried around the room trying to be as prim and proper for the dinner. Earlier, she had just came out of a warm shower, as I stole glances of her petite yet curvy body. As she dropped her towel, I couldn't help but stare at her compact and perky 34B breast. It was still glistering with wetness from her steamy shower, as drops of water streamed down between her soft fair skin between her cleavage. A tiny mole on the inside of her left breast could only enhanced her sexiness. Her nipples were soft, small and pinkish. Her slightly wet pubic hair near her pussy was shaved into a cozy small bush. Her body was of a small built, yet it maintained a generous hour-glass shape paired with a slender set of legs. She rummaged through her drawers searching for her favorite pair of lingerie. It was a pair of lacy flowery white push up along with a slightly black dotted panties. She adjusted her half-cup push up, enhancing her already perky breast and deep cleavage. Her nipples' areola was partially visible over the edges of the small half-cup bra. Her small pubic bush was slightly visible through the thin cotton material of her panties. Secretly, I was getting very turned on at the very sight of my luscious looking wife. She then got herself into her favorite one piece strapless turquoise satin dress. The dress offered a very generous view of her cleavage. I could not help but imagine the faces of those hungry males at the dinner when they snatch glances of her packed cleavage. The one-piece dress ended loosely slightly above her knees, offering shy glimpses of her smooth silky lap as she squatted down. She did her hazel hair in a lazy loose curl and blown it dry. Her lips were succulent with her light pinkish lipsticks. Her earrings sparkled against the room's light. And the room was soon filled with a gentle sweet fruity scent as she sprayed on her favorite perfume. She was all set to go as she picked up her pair of matching heels. With a small peck on my cheek and a hurried goodbye, she rushed through the apartment door with car keys in her hand. Slammed goes the door, and now I was all alone. I was slightly disappointed to be left all alone. To add up to the misery, I really wanted a piece of her pussy after seeing how sexy she was. But then again, I was slightly relived to be able to spend some quiet time alone tonight. I looked up at the ceiling clock, half pass six it said. I decided to get some house chores done and then dig into my old collection of porn to settle in for the rest of the evening. --------------------- Soon, it was already half passed eight after watching a few pieces of boring threesome porn. I decided to drop a small message to her phone. "Hi sweetie, how's your dinner? Anything there edible?" She replied almost instantly. "Too bad you are not here. All your favorite seafood dishes and I have to eat all of it alone" This got me slightly worried, my wife has a slight allergy towards seafood which often left her dizzy and light headed. It gets worst if she mixed it up with alcohol. 9:30PM came, and I decided to message her again. "So did you managed to chat up any hot looking hunks yet? Or were you too busy with the food?" Her reply came a couple of minutes later. "What a boring bunch of males this dinner has. But they are serving wine and champagne now. Catch you later" By then, I got bored of my collection of old porn and decided to fantasize about my hot wife being ogled lustfully by the many "boring bunch of males" at the dinner. I imagined how the alcohol she must be drinking now, is loosening her up. And how she is been hit on for dances by strangers from her company. And how they would desperately attempt to brush up against her body while dancing. Soon I decided to call her instead. It was already 10:40PM and the dinner should already be in the closing stages. "Hi sweetie, are you guys already packing up?" "Very soon..." she sounded slightly drunk. "You sound like you had too much fun. When are you coming home so I can have my fun too?" I replied eagerly. "..." There was a pause for a few seconds before she replied. "Coming back after the ... speech... closing speech" "Okay..., have fun. I will be waiting for you" I answered excitedly. Feeling excited that my wife will be home soon, I decided to grab some late snacks from the fridge while I waited. While chomping away on an old chocolate bar, I decided to text her again. "Sweetie, ask the CEO to stfu and hurry home. I am hungry for you" Half an hour passed, but there was no reply from her. I was starting to get worried but concluded that she must be enduring the long boring speech and was too busy to reply me. Still eager for a piece of my wife, I soon started to close my eyes as I replayed the images of her earlier this evening in her sexy one piece dress. How she looked innocently naive with that tiny body of hers while her breast was squeezed tightly to fit in that tiny dress. I started to stroke myself, careful not to cum yet. --------------------- I must have lost sense of time and dozed off on the sofa. I awoke with a startled glance at the clock, it was already 3AM in the morning. The first thing that shot through my mind was my wife. She should have been home by now, but why didn't she woke me up? I was badly in need of a remedy for my stiffed cock which I was careful not to cum the whole night. I hurried to the bedroom, one hand on my cock, hoping to catch her drunk and asleep with her legs spread wide. But she was not in the bedroom. I checked the bathroom and the rest of the apartment but still couldn't find her. I darted for my cellphone - no missed calls, no messages. Then in the dead silent of the early morning, I almost threw my cellphone from my hand in surprise when a call came through. My heart throbbed, there she was, my loving wife finally calling me at 3:15AM. She sounded drunk and her voice was blur. After asking her to repeat several times, I could finally make out that she was too drunk to drive home and was now sitting in front of a 24 hours convenience store located just outside the hotel where she had her dinner. And she couldn't recalled what happened after the dinner. She was apparently woken up by the store assistant after noticing her drunk asleep in front of the store. Keeping my fantasies aside, I deducted that she must have fallen asleep somewhere after dinner and somehow found herself at the convenience store. I grabbed my car keys and hurried off to fetch her. My heart was pounding as I drove. My fantasies started to creep back into my mind again. What had happened after my last call with her? Was she drunk or maybe drugged? Did she cheated on me? Maybe she was taken by a few men in her drunken stupor? --------------------- Finally, I reached the convenience store and found her seated on a bench sipping hot chocolate while still looking in a daze. She looked half asleep and was all messy. I decided she was too drunk to drive herself home, and helped her into my car. We headed straight for home, as I was desperately waiting to pound my cock into her tight pussy from being alone the whole evening. She immediately dozed off as I drove. I decided to check her out on the journey home. She was reeking of alcohol. Her beautiful hazel hair was now all in messy tangles. Her make-up was in a mess as well, her lipsticks were smeared with light traces on her white breast. Her elegant one piece turquoise dress was fizzled and stained with unknown patches of liquid. Her nipples were hard from the cool air from the air-con, as it was showing through the soft material of her dress. "Now wait! Her nipples are showing, this mean she wasn't wearing her bra" I thought to myself. "What happened to her bra?" I could feel my cock harden up as I struggled for a decent explanation. How I wished she was awake and could give me a blowjob right there and then while driving. But she was out cold and didn't twitch. --------------------- We reached home, and I helped her up to our apartment. Soon we were already in the bedroom, I could no longer hold back my lust to be able to finally fuck my stunning wife. She was already fast asleep on the bed, but I would not mind even a bit to be able to pound her while she was sound asleep. I quickly took off my clothes and helped her off hers. It was then, it hit me like a brick, she had no panties on. What in the world had happened after her dinner? No bra, no panties? Was she so drunk that she took off her lingerie? Her handbag was intact with all her belongings; well she wasn't mugged then raped for sure. In the dim of the bedroom light, I decided to probe her body for more answers. A big red patch of bite mark was clearly visible on her left breast near her trademark mole. I looked closer and found there were many other bite marks all over both her lovely perky womanly moulds. Her breast looked bruised with abuse. Some guys must have been pretty rough on her. Her small pinkish nipples was now swollen like a red pencil eraser. My cock was already standing at attention as if it was in a military line-up. I grab her breast and found to be to sultry. Her smooth skin on her breast was now weirdly sticky and sweaty. Some loose pubic hair were seen scattered carelessly on her flat smooth stomach. In the shadowy bedroom light, I caught glimpse of her lovely pubic bush which had hints of dried cum, gluing together part of her pubic hair. Unable to keep my raging cock under control, I hurriedly spread my lovely wife's slender white legs apart. Her pussy lips were gapping and red with sore. And almost immediately, white milky liquid started to flow out of her pussy as I spread her legs further. I could smell the pungent smell of another man's cum, but then again it could be more than one man's cum. I guess I will never know. The cum then started to wet our marital bed as more flow out from her tiny body like a broken reservoir. I stood back in amazed, my lovely wife was dripping cum from her pussy for a whole minute. The picture was a big mess, there was cum everywhere, on the bed sheets, on her ass, there were also cum soaked pubic hair hanging loosely around her pussy. My cock was bursting with excitement at the wondrous sight of my lovely wife fully used up by an unknown number of men. With every sniff of cum from her dripping pussy, my cock twitches. My mind raced with imaginations of the event that could have happened after her dinner. --------------------- Most probably, she was drunk and dizzy after the concoction of seafood and alcohol. Being a tough girl she is, she tried to act as if she was fine when I called. Soon after my call, some gentleman must have spotted her as an opportunity, and so decided to offer her a spike drink of water on the pretext of sobering her up. When soon after she blacked out from the spiked drink, this gentleman would have got his group of friends to help bring her up to a hotel room above - all the while fingering and groping her all over her breast and pussy. In the hotel room, she laid unconscious while being surrounded by a group of maybe 5 men or more. Each of them already stark naked with hard-on cocks waiting to pounce on my wife's tiny body. Within seconds, they ravaged her innocent body like packs of wolfs upon a white rabbit. Her satin dinner dress and lingerie would be expertly undone within seconds. Hands all over her body, groping and squeezing her perky rounded breast, fingering her tight pussy hole. Soon hands would be replaced with cocks, filling up every hole they could find on her body. One by one the gentlemen would take turn to fuck my wife, feeling every inch of her tight throbbing pussy that had only belong to me all this while. Her breast would be squeezed and sucked on so hard she would have screamed in ecstasy if she was not unconscious. And judging from the amount of cum, there must have been no condoms used when they fucked my wife. The gentlemen must have used her like their own sweet whore, and emptied their load of seeds deep within her womb not caring if they got her pregnant. After emptying their load, they would wipe their half rigid cock clean on her stomach and on her perky breast. Seeing that she was missing for almost 3 full hours, they could have taken seconds and thirds on her. All the while, she was unconscious but her body was dutifully satisfying the lust and pleasure of many men. My beautiful wife, now no longer pure and yet I am proud of her and her body, and happy that I am the one that she belongs to. After finally satisfying their manly lust on my wife, the gentlemen would hurriedly dress her up. But finding it difficult to put on her bra and panties on a sleeping person, they decided to just keep her nude under her one-piece dress and keep her lingerie as trophy. They would then drop her off at a bench at the nearby convenience store. Later, she was woken up by the store assistant, confused and still dazed, then called her husband for a pick up. --------------------- I could no longer hold back, I positioned my overly erected cock at the opening of her gapping pussy lip. It was still moist with cum. I was too turned on to be disgusted by the overly pungent smell of overflowing cum. I closed my eyes and effortlessly entered her cum filled pussy. It was slippery yet very warm and welcoming. Her pussy lips were tender and soft. I continued to hump her in a rhythm as I grab her battered breast into my palms lovingly. Never have I felt such ecstasy. Her cum filled pussy created a vacuum-like feeling as I drove my cock in and out of her. Her breast small but round and whole. As I pounded my wife, I imagine how those gentlemen must have felt exactly as I am now - in pure ecstasy, feeling every inch of her wondrous body. I exploded my seeds deep within her womb, mixing it with the seeds of other man, many other men. Hoping that somehow if she got pregnant, it would be my seed that reached her first. I slumped onto her soft breast as my cock softened within her used pussy. --------------------- The next morning, she woke up with a big hangover and was unable to remember the happenings last night after her dinner. She complained of her sore pussy and her tendered breast. Not wanting to make her feel guilty of her possible sexual outing after dinner, I merely shrugged her off by apologizing that I might have been too rough on her last night for making me wait the whole evening for sex. I was also careful to have wash her clothes before she could notice the cum stains on it. Strangely, my wife never notice that her favorite pair of lingerie was missing. It now must have been kept by one of the gentlemen as souvenir. A month later, while at work I received a call from my wife. She sounded very excited. "Guess what sweetie? I wasn't feeling too well today, so I visited the doctor. And he told me that I am PREGNANT! Are you excited? Who do you think our baby is going to look like? You or me?" As she continued with her excitement over the phone, I drifted into thoughts. It seems that she really never did remember anything that happened that night. But could this turn of event finally exposed it? All I can hope for, is that there wasn't any black cock that emptied its seeds into her fertile womb that night. At least then, the baby's skin color would not raise any suspicion. --------------------- Ending Notes: And that was just a fiction I wrote out of my fantasy. It never happened, and fantasy remains a fantasy. I do know in reality, it's hard for anyone to wish for her beloved partner to be engaged in sex with another. And there are also responsibilities to account for, such as STDs and pregnancies. And thus, this is why its a fantasy. Again, sometimes when reading up stories and escapade of other cuckold couples, I do find myself fantasizing being in a cuckold situation. Well, the story I wrote was based on my ex-wife. We are no longer together since a few years back. Some domestic quarrel and stuff. Well I still do love this story I wrote, as I do sometimes miss her small sexy body and especially that left breast of hers with the mole on it. And thanks to her partly Asian heritage, she does have a tight small body that comes along with a very tight pussy. We have since move on with our own lives now. She is now married with another man, and she I guess she is really fucking with another man now. At least this part of the fantasy is now true. And me, I am now dating a hot girl with huge breast and a bigger heart, we will be getting married soon. I might not be writing anymore anytime soon. It will be great if someone could pick up the story where its left off, after she called up to say she was pregnant - possibly with a black baby?. Hope you enjoy. A Fantasy A short time ago I was in a chat room when I met Glenda, a lady in her early 40s, who was very sexual and who thoroughly enjoyed showing off her naked figure through a series of pictures. She was blonde with short hair, about five foot six, slim, with delightful firm breasts and a pussy, which had the smallest amount of well groomed pubic hair you could wish to see. Glenda had a penchant for wanting men to see her breasts encased in her pretty coloured bras whenever she was out shopping and we would frequently set her a task to do on a Saturday when she was out in the high street stores. She would love to recount to me the tale of her escapades and how many men she had looking down her blouse tops. She also liked to watch me masturbate for her on cam and as I wanked, so she would flick through a series of photos showing her delightful naked body, which of course aided me in the task of cumming. One day a photo appeared of a young female wearing a bikini on a beach. My cock became harder just at the sight. When I asked who it was, Glenda told me that it was her 18 year old daughter and that the photo had slipped in accidentally. She then asked if I liked what I saw and I replied in the positive. Her name was Aimee and as far as Glenda knew she was a virgin. Before I knew it I came! From that time on Glenda inserted the photo of Aimee into our masturbation sessions on a regular basis, normally at a stage when she knew I was close to cumming. She would ask whether I would like to fuck Aimee and whether I would like to cum over her breasts. She said that she would just love to see me buried deep inside her daughter's cunt! Knowing her mother had no objection to me fucking her daughter made my orgasms longer and the cum I produced even more thick and hot. I made sure that Glenda knew that I wanted her first and foremost and that bedding Aimee was a fantastic second prize. Glenda told me that her daughter's breasts were firm and full and would make lovely fillers for my mouth, and that her nipples were like pencil erasers. I fantasised as to what they would be like with my cock caressing them. One evening, after a particularly heavy session with Glenda, when she finished up cumming before me, we decided that the time had come for us to meet in the flesh (lol) and fuck each other's brains out (as they say!)! We agreed a date when we could both get away for a few hours without our respective partners knowing. Glenda then asked if she should bring Aimee and whether I would fuck them both together in the same room. My first question was whether Aimee would want to fuck for the first time with and lose her cherry to a strange man and secondly whether she would fuck in front of and with her mother? Glenda told me not to worry about such minor points and to go ahead and make the arrangements. Glenda found her daughter in her bedroom where she was listening to some music on her iPod. She was stretched out on her bed wearing just her bra and panties. Glenda sat down on the bed beside her and let her hand gently caress her daughter's thigh. Aimee was a lovely girl with smooth white skin and dark, curly, shoulder length hair. As she had already told Phil, Aimee's breasts were firm and full and a neat cleavage was in place even though she lay flat on her back. Glenda's hand crept slowly upwards towards the v shape of her panties where her sweet young pussy lay. "Mmmmmmm. I like it when you do that, Mom," said Aimee, "It makes me go all tingly. Have you been talking to Uncle Phil again?" "Yes, I have and he has agreed at last to meet me and, as he says, 'fuck my brains out'!" said Glenda as her hand finally reached her daughter's pussy, covered by the soft material of her blue panties. Aimee could feel a damp spot appearing between her legs; she opened her legs sufficiently for her mother's fingers to gently caress her and she lay back and enjoyed the feeling. "He has agreed to fuck us both together in the same room if that is what you would like," Glenda said to Aimee as she pushed the material of her daughter's panties aside and started to caress her smoothly shaven teenage pussy. Aimee let her arms drop to her sides and closed her eyes as she felt her mother's fingers start to penetrate her cunt. She loved it when her Mom did this to her; she wondered what it would be like to have a real cock inside her! Her Mom had pushed a vibrator and that black dildo inside Aimee's vagina on several occasions, but she was sure it was nothing like the real thing -- and her hymen was still in place! Her Mom had told her that it hurt the first time but there was nothing like a real cock popping her cherry -- it would be real cool. Her Mom had put her on the pill to be ready for the first occasion but after that she was supposed to always ensure the man had a condom until she had just one regular lover. She could feel her love canal juicing up as her Mom increased the frequency of her fingers frigging her. "Mom, will you watch as he pops my cherry?" "Yes, if that is what you want, my love," said Glenda. "He will fuck me first and you can sit and watch. Would you like that?" "Cool. Will he undress me? "If you want him to, he will. Strip you naked after he has undressed me. Then you can undress him and practice your cock sucking on him before he fucks me!" Aimee felt her juices flowing faster than ever. "Mom. Can he undress me first? I would like that -- and then I will undress him and suck his cock. Before he cums I will tell him to undress you and I will sit in a chair and masturbate whilst he strips you and fucks you -- God I do so want to watch him fucking my Mother. I want to see him cum inside you and then see his cum ooze out of your cunt and stream down your thighs. I want to see it happen to you before you watch it happen to me. I want to feel his cock inside me for the first time, breaking my hymen, fucking me and feel his cum spurt into my womb and then ooze out of my tight pussy. I want to feel both of you licking that cum from my pussy -- my mother and her lover both sucking your daughter's cunt and swallowing his cum!" "Mom -- take my panties off and suck my pussy! I want to feel your tongue on my smooth damp pussy! I want to feel your tongue inching inside my slit. I want to feel you sucking my clit!" said Aimee. "Let me remove your bra and caress those lovely teen breasts," replied Glenda, "Uncle Phil says he wants to lick them and suck them; he wants them to fill his mouth! Here, let me help you undo the clip and let me do to them what your Uncle Phil wants to do." Aimee leant to one side allowing her mother to undo the bra clip and pull her bra from her shoulders. Her breasts were indeed well developed and had a pleasant mound to them with the nipples showing great hardness. Glenda allowed her lips to sink to her daughter's soft white breasts and she started to gently lick them; she had often kissed her daughter's pussy but this was the first time she had kissed her breasts. It was a lovely feeling, her lips caressing breasts for the first time. She had never done this before, not even with her girl friends -- perhaps she should try it with one of her friends -- maybe Sara who had nice firm tits and plenty of them. Just the thought and the action of kissing her daughter's breasts made her damper than ever between her legs. "Would you like to suck my pussy whilst I suck yours?" Glenda asked her daughter. "I have yet to show you how to 69. We could satisfy each other that way and maybe you could do it with Uncle Phil some time." Aimee looked at her mother and nodded her head. "Yes please Mom -- I want you to show me as many ways as possible of pleasing Uncle Phil. Whilst I have never met him, I know you like him and he must be OK." Glenda stood up and began to take all her clothes off as her 18 year old daughter watched. Soon she was naked -- the very first time that both mother and daughter had seen each other completely naked; they had been partially naked from time to time but never fully naked like this before. Glenda sat on the side of the bed and let her hands run over her daughter's breasts and down to her pussy, whilst Aimee gazed on her mother's naked breasts and cunt. She stretched out her hands and ran them over Glenda' breasts and down her body. She shivered in anticipation of feeling her mother's mouth and lips on her naked pussy, sucking her, making her juices run faster, hopefully giving her an orgasm -- something her mother had already introduced her to. She, however, wanted the orgasm which came at the end of a cock! Glenda turned until she was facing the foot of the bed and then moved onto her side so that she was head to cunt with her daughter and her daughter was the same with her. "This is what they call 69, my darling daughter; I can now easily kiss your pussy and you can kiss mine, just like this!" and so saying she bent her lips forward and gently kissed her daughter's pubic lips. She sucked and licked and felt a thrill pass through her daughter's body. Seconds later Glenda felt her daughter kiss her pussy and felt her daughter's hands caress her breasts. She was juicy and she now felt Aimee's fingers start to probe the entrance to her sex and slide so very easily inside. The two females continued licking, sucking, caressing and feeling each other for a long time until together they came in one almighty orgasm and then rolled apart and rested. Glenda turned her body and took Aimee in her arms. They kissed as if they were lovers -- which of course they now were. Age made no difference. "Shall I tell Uncle Phil that your virginity belongs to him?" "Cool! Yes -- my virginity is his!"................... "Hi there, Glenda. I have booked a room at the Regency Country Hotel from Saturday at noon until noon on Sunday. I know you will be unable to stay all night but it gives plenty of time during which we can be together on both days. Will that be OK with you?" "That will be great. I will make the necessary arrangements to be there for as long as possible. I hope the bed is king-size!" "Why?" "Because Aimee is coming and she is going to give a present to her very special Uncle Phil." "What is that?" "Her virginity!" "Oh my God!"....................... I arrived at the Country Hotel and booked in. It was a large recently refurbished old country house standing in many well manicured acres of its own grounds. It had a 9 hole golf course and several tennis courts. Inside it had its own gym and a swimming pool -- none of which I anticipated using. My exercise would be of a different kind! I found my way up to the room which had been allocated to me and was pleasantly surprised with it. Most importantly was the bed, which was queen-size and would more than easily accommodate all three of us! I lay on it and found it to be comfortable and delightfully bouncy for fucking. As I lay there my thoughts turned to naked images of Glenda riding me and, as I undid my fly and pulled out my erect cock, naked images of an 18 year old Aimee sucking me for the first time also appeared. Mmmmmmmm. My hand was slowly caressing my hard cock and a drop of pre cum had formed. No! Keep it all for later. With two sexual women to satisfy (OK! one woman and one still virgin teenager!) I was going to need as much as I could produce. I had a quick shower and then put on just my trousers and a shirt -- make it easy for them to undress me! Then I went downstairs to meet my guests for the first time and take them to lunch. When I reached reception it was just in time to see a lady and a very shapely teenager walk through the main doors. Bearing in mind the only time I had seen them had been on the computer, I assumed that these were my fuck buddies. Glenda was about 5ft 6inches as was her daughter. She was wearing a white blouse with top buttons undone; a white bra could be seen though the material of her blouse and I envisaged the firm breasts hiding there waiting my mouth and lips. She also wore a grey skirt with a nice flounce to it and I noted for when we got to the room that the zip was on the side. Aimee was wearing a blouse also and a pair of jeans -- both of which showed off a figure which was sharp (the body) and perky (the lovely teenage breasts). God -- let me see what is hiding underneath! I already knew that I wanted her. I went over to them and introduced myself. Glenda reached up and gave me a kiss directly on the lips and with her mouth partially open. Aimee reached up and putting her hands around my neck, pulled my lips down to her and gave me an equal kiss; she said, "Hello, Uncle Phil. I have been so looking forward to meeting you." She must have felt my cock move against her; Glenda almost certainly noticed if the grin she gave me was anything to go by. We partook of a very pleasant lunch and, considering it was our first time together, the conversation flowed easily over a wide range of subjects with the word "sex" not being mentioned once! Towards the end of the meal Aimee excused herself to go to the toilet. I looked at Glenda and saw a very sexual person, who I wanted under me, on top of me, anywaywhichmay providing I was filling one of her orifices and feeding her my cum...................and I also wanted her 18 year old daughter! Glenda looked at me and said, "When we get up to the bedroom (and I assume that is where we are going next) will you please undress Aimee before you undress me. Then let her undress you and allow her to suck your cock. She has said she will not make you cum so you can cum in me. She wants to do it this way for the first time so that she can then sit and watch me being fucked by you. She wants to see what it is like to be fucked before you fuck her." I looked at Glenda in amazement. "Does she know how to suck cock?" I asked. "Yes," said Glenda, "she has been practicing on my vibrators and dildo for the last few days and I have taught her exactly what to do. She says she loves it and cannot wait to get her lips around the real thing." The look on my face must have been incredible. "Aimee and I have talked it through a lot since the two of us agreed to meet, and especially since she said she wanted you to have her virginity, and this is what she wants." "If that is what she wants, then that is what she shall have." I got up from the table and went to Glenda and gently kissed her. "I think that Aimee should be proud of having a mother like you," I said and putting my arm around her waist, we moved towards the restaurant entrance to meet Aimee.............. Some five minutes later I opened the door to our room and we all trooped in. Both women were well pleased with the room. Glenda moved across to Aimee and whispered in her ear. I did not hear what was said but Aimee came to me and, putting her arms around me, said quietly, "I believe you are going to undress me first!" "Are you completely sure, Aimee, that this is what you want? If at any stage you become uncertain you must stop me and I will just make love to your mother." "I am totally certain, Uncle Phil, that what we are about to do is what I want to do. Mom has explained to me that when you take my virginity, it will hurt for a moment but afterwards I will enjoy the fucking which we have together. I would much prefer you to fuck me for the first time rather than one of the boys in my school." My hands came up from her waist and rested on the material of her blouse covering her breasts. I guessed that she was about a 30B -- they felt firm and just waiting to be sucked. At the same time I felt my cock starting to harden. I gently caressed them and felt Aimee tremble under my hands. I looked down at her face and saw her eyes were closed -- I bent my lips and kissed her eyelids and then moved my lips down to her lips. Our mouths met and her lips opened to receive my penetrating tongue. She pressed herself more firmly against me. My hands moved to the buttons on her blouse and gently I began to undo them from the top down to the waist, revealing the plain white bra which encased those lovely mounds of delight. We were still kissing and my cock was getting increasingly harder. My hands removed her blouse from her snow white shoulders and I allowed it to fall to the carpet. I then undid the zip at the side of her grey skirt and allowed that garment to also drop to the floor. She was wearing white panties, cut low over her hips. I took Aimee in my arms, as her mother watched, and kissed her as she had never been kissed before. Our mouths opened to each other and our tongues reached for each other, twirling and encircling like two snakes dancing with each other. Aimee held me tight whilst my hands ran up and down her naked back until they stopped at the catch of her bra. Gently I undid the catch and, stepping away slightly, I removed her bra from her teenage breasts. They were firm, white and beautiful. The nipples were rock hard. My head dropped and my mouth took first the left and then the right breast in my mouth. Aimee shuddered as I did this and I heard a deep intake of breath from Glenda. Looking Aimee straight in the eyes, I allowed myself to kneel before her. Reaching up, my thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties and I slowly pulled them down to the floor. Her pussy, with a soft growth of pubic hair, was on a level with my lips and I could smell the fresh scent of her pussy with the slightest touch of dampness about it. I gently let my lips touch her pussy and lick the juice which was emanating from her slit. She put her hands to either side of my head and pushed my lips more firmly onto her skin and soft hair. Glenda was going to have to show her how to shave and make her pubic area so smooth and white. I continued to kiss her until I could feel her start to tremble at which time I got up and took her in my arms again. I looked at Glenda, who was sitting in an easy chair with her hand up her skirt rubbing her own pussy quite firmly. She gave me a look of real lust. "Do you want to undress me?" I asked Aimee. She looked at me and nodded her head. "Let me just slip my shoes and socks off and then you can remove what is left," I said to her. I quickly did as I said I would and then stood in front of this beautiful naked teenager, my arms hanging at my sides and a definite mound at my crotch. She came to me and started to undo my shirt. She pulled it out from around my waist, finished undoing the buttons and then pushed it from my shoulders. Her hands wandered up and down my chest; then she bent forward and kissed and bit my nipples. I had not been treated to an experience like this for many years. I looked across again at Glenda, who smiled and winked at me. I felt her hands now stray to my trousers and she undid my belt quickly followed by the zip at the front. My trousers became loose and Aimee allowed them to fall to the floor. Two rapid intakes of breath as both women saw that I was wearing nothing underneath. My cock, for so long held in by my trousers, was now free and it shot to attention. Holding my hands out, I took Aimee's hands in mine and placed them around my cock. She initially held it as if it were a plate of glass but slowly she started to rub it backwards and forwards in the way her mother must have shown her. Her hands were so soft on my hard cock and she masturbated me with great finesse. There was no doubt that she was enjoying what she was doing. "Your Mum said you would like to suck my cock before I fuck her. Is that true?" I asked. Aimee looked me squarely in the eyes and said, "Yes I would." "Then kneel down and show me what your mother has taught you," I said, looking again at Glenda who smiled back at me. Aimee, without releasing her hold on my cock, knelt in front of me. The next thing I felt was her soft mouth closing around my cock and her lips began to masturbate me. Her hands took hold of my balls' sac and began to caress it. This was bliss! I looked down and saw her pointy breasts jutting out below the mouth firmly attached to my cock. God I was finding it hard to contain my semen inside my body (no sperm to worry about -- I had had the snip many years ago!). A Fantasy I pulled my hardened cock from Aimee's mouth and said, "The time has come for me to satisfy your mother. Watch us and learn and then later I will fuck you darling Aimee and make you a woman."..................... I sat in the easy chair and watched my daughter being undressed by this man I had only met today for the first time. Having seen the way he treated Aimee I knew I had made a good choice in allowing him to be the one to have her virginity. He may not have had a marvellous figure, being a little overweight, but he was kind and gentle and I knew that he would at no stage hurt my little girl. Having seen the way he undressed her and kissed her all over, I could not wait for him to undress me and "fuck my brains out"! From my chair I watched as first of all Phil sucked Aimee's pussy and her fine dark pubic hair and then as Aimee took his cock in her mouth and began to masturbate him. I was praying he did not cum because I could not wait for him to recover -- I have waited long enough to feel him inside me for the first time. Aimee will have the pleasure later on. Phil pulled out of Aimee's mouth without cumming and brought her across to where I was sitting. He held out his hand and lifted me to my feet. "Your turn I believe," he said and led me to the bed. I stood there entranced as he turned me to face Aimee, who by now was sitting in the chair with her hand between her legs smoothing her pussy. He undid the buttons on my blouse and pushed it from my shoulders. My bra swiftly followed leaving my breasts naked to his gaze. He bent his head and for the first time his lips enclosed my nipples, which were already hard from watching Aimee and Phil. He then sucked my breasts until I could do nothing but moan in delight. As he did this his hands were working on my skirt and I felt it flutter as it dropped to the floor leaving me in just my thong. This, between my legs, was soaked in pussy juice from all the self pleasure I had been giving myself. In a similar way to Aimee, he dropped to his knees and pulled my thong to the carpet leaving me stark naked in front of him for the first time. He bent forward and his lips met the smooth flesh of my cunt now dripping in juices. I could feel his tongue sweeping all the juice into his mouth and seeking more from inside my slit. He found my clit and sucked on that too. I was not far off my first orgasm. Taking me in his arms, he kissed me full on the mouth and gently pushed me down onto the bed. He allowed me to move up the bed and make myself comfortable, with my legs spread wide. There was no need for him to prepare my cunt -- I was as slippery as an eel and his cock shot straight in and up my vagina as far as it would go. At last I had his meat inside me where I had wanted it for so long. I wanted him to fuck me, to fuck me in front of my daughter and to let her see what pleasure could be had from a man's cock. He pistoned in and out, never quite allowing the head of his penis to emerge from my vagina. I moaned, I sighed, and I screamed his name as my orgasm built to a frenzy. Finally I felt his balls tighten and I waited for that warm fountain to erupt inside me and as it did, so did my orgasm scream through my body. Phil pushed himself down my body until his lips were over my cum leaking cunt. His tongue shot out and began to gather in his mouth all his cum which moments before had been in his balls. I orgasmed yet again and as I did, so I heard my little girl scream out, as she also came on the end of her fingers................. I had at last had Glenda. I had filled her with my seed and now I was at her love hole sucking up the seed which I had implanted. It was warm and tasty mixed in with her feminine juices. I could hear her still whimpering as she came down from her high and in the background I hear the sound of Aimee as she also came. The next time she came would not be on the end of her fingers but on the end of my naked penis. "Go and bring your daughter to me," I said to Glenda, "and then watch as she becomes a woman!". "Please be gentle with her," she said. "As gentle as I can with a young girl who has never had a cock in her before. Losing her virginity is going to hurt as you well know yourself, but afterwards it will be eternal joy!" Glenda walked across to her daughter and led her over to me on the bed. I held out my arms to her and she crept onto the bed and lay by my side, turning slightly towards me so that I could see perfectly her young, white, soft teen breasts with nipples as hard as rocks. We kissed, our mouths open and our tongues dancing with each other. My hand found its way to her breast and I caressed it; then it moved slowly down her body until it found the entrance to her love hole. It was so lovely with the small soft sprinkling of pubic hair. For a young girl she was so wet but she had been masturbating the whole time I had been fucking her mother and she had cum! "Lie on your back and open your legs wide," I said to Aimee, "lie back and enjoy your first fuck. It will hurt but only temporarily and then you will enjoy every moment." Aimee rolled onto her back and spread her beautiful legs as wide as she could, opening herself to me. She had no embarrassment. I moved my body to lie between her legs and felt my rock hard cock touch her cuntlips; she shook for a second and then rested back. I pressed my cockhead into her slit and felt it enter her body. I rested for a moment and it was Aimee who made the next move and pushed herself further onto my rod until she felt my cock strike her hymen. All the time her soft teenage hands were stroking me up and down my back. I had to lie still in order to control myself! "Are you going to break my hymen?" asked Aimee. "Are you sure that you want me to take your cherry?" I asked. "Yes," was her emphatic reply. I looked across at Glenda who nodded her head. I began to piston into her love canal, gradually building up speed and trying not to cum early. With one almighty push I broke through her maidenhead and made her a woman. I went deep, right up to my balls. Aimee cried out in pain and her fingernails dug deep into my back. Then I heard her say," Fuck me!" She started to move under me, in rhythm with my cock -- she pushed against me as I pushed firmly into her warm, juicy body. This was indeed heaven and so far I was containing myself but feeling her soft teen body under me, I was not at all sure I would be able to hold out that long. This teenager was no longer a virgin and she was already beginning to act as if she had been fucking all her life. Such lovely smooth white flesh under me and vaginal muscles which put her mother to shame. I looked across at the naked Glenda who was fingering herself without mercy. I could see myself filling her with another supply of my juice before we parted. Aimee was making sounds of delight, increasing in strength all the time. No doubt she was about to have her first womanly orgasm on the end of a cock and not on the end of her or my fingers. When it came it was a loud shriek of pure joy and that was the final straw. I felt her vagina wrap itself around my cock and my juices flowed, milked to dryness by this beautiful young woman. She was a woman and I sincerely hoped this would not be the only time that we lay together and fucked each other........ "Uncle Phil. I want you and Mom to suck my cunt clean. I asked Mom earlier if you would both do it to me after you had fucked me and she said yes. Please, Uncle Phil, suck my beautiful pussy clean!" The End........................or is it just the beginning? A Fantasy I smile, as I feel you behind me. I remember what happened last night; you were wearing the old Metallica t shirt, the one which you spilled paint on, and it tickles my back. You must have put it back on, during the night. My eyes aren't even open yet, yet I know everything. My room, in my house, with my you. Your body is as familiar to me as my own; even more so. I can feel your thighs, behind mine. You're always warm. It's good in the winter. Your hair is gorgeous; reminds me of sunlight, falling down from an open window in the morning. You even smell like summer to me. A mixture of dry grass and salt. Sea salt. You tasted like salt last night, did you want me all day? Unable to get away from work, longing, as I was, for this brief time we have to ourselves? I roll over, and you make a noise; you're still asleep, but only just. I'm not a man, but I can see why your boss always cracks on to you. You're beautiful. You have the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen. Like I said, they remind me of summer. The same blue as the sky, when there are no clouds and nothing except the sun and the deep, long blue. Your mum says forget-me-not blue, but I've never seen one of those flowers. I just think of the sky. I can't see your face; your hair is in the way. And I want to see you. Lightly, ever so lightly, I hook it in behind your ear. I don't want you to wake up. You always blush under my scrutiny, even though I let you look at me as much as you wanted. And you are never as at peace as when you are asleep. You never rest when you're awake, always worrying about something or other, your lips pursed, your brow furrowed. And that's not really how I like your lips. Your eyes flutter, and your lips curve. I run the fingers of my hand down your cheek, feeling the bones underneath. "Hey you," I say, and you smile at me as you lean towards me. I close my eyes, as you touch your lips to mine. It is always like the first time we kissed, for me. First, a soft pressure, but not oppressive. Your lips tasted warm. Like something hot, and sweet. Your mouth melted into me, and I left my mind, and entered yours. A kiss can last a lifetime. Yours always did. You're possessive this morning. You push me onto my back, your lips curving as you kiss me still. I love it when you're like this. Playful, mysterious. It makes me love you all the more. And I am still kind of ... well, wet, from last night. Mmmm. Last night. It feels like something from a fairytale, or at least a porn movie. You were over me and I was over you. We kissed and we tasted and we melted into each other, over and over, your tongue drinking my sex for all I was worth. My hands felt every inch of you, and you never learnt to keep your voice down. Your moans thrilled me, excited me, far far more than I ever thought possible. Your pleasure was mine, and I lived to die in your arms. Again and again. Your hands are at my hip, and you run the tip of your tongue around my nipples. I lean in. You know I like it. I stifle my moan. I just can't let go like you can, even when you bite me. I love it when you bite me, leave your mark on me. I want everyone to know I'm yours. You nibble, at the space between my breasts. Ah. Your fingers are running invisible lines of fire along the insides of my thighs. My hands find your hair, and I look down at you. Breathtaking. Imagine, golden hair falling between my breasts as your hips sway in the air, ponderous, sensuous. I can't stop wanting you, wanting this. I never want you to stop. It makes my heart fly away, and I can't breathe. But don't stop. Never ever stop. Your tongue trails lower, lower, your teeth finding the sensitive valleys of my stomach. You know I'm ticklish; I squirm, and try to wrestle away from you. But you laugh, and take my wrists between your hands. You put your weight on your arms, and you bring your face up to my level. You stare into my eyes. Sheer utter awe. How on earth did I get you? Your eyes shut, and you lower your face to mine. We kiss, but not as we did before. No, now the word kiss is not adequate. We fuse, we melt, we combine, the two of us no longer enough. I am you and you are me, and I feel your hands between my legs as I run my fingers along your sex, finding your pleasure. Your voice is loud; rough, from sleep, but infinitely more sexy because of it. I nibble on your lower lip. My fingers find your depths, and slip inside, and you lean in, towards me. You feel warm, completely impossibly warm. I almost wish I was male, so I could be inside you as they can, and fill you completely. But this is enough; this is more than enough. You moan, as you force my fingers in deeper, your mouth growing more insistent. You want it now; you can see the end. You can feel it building; I can see it in your eyes. Your skin deepens, becomes red. You flush. I feel you tighten around me. You kiss me hungrily, forcefully. I deepen the contact, letting her ride it out. You pull my hands away, and place them by my sides, pinning me again. I feel your mouth on my neck, but all I can see is your hair, flowing down from my collarbone, surrounding my body. I arch my back. Your mouth raises fire inside. Your fingernails fun along the inside of my wrists. You mouth dips lower, and follows the contours of my stomach. I burn. Words are almost beyond me. I feel your mouth, even see your head dip, as your tongue runs its way along the length of my pleasure. Your tongue is long, so when it reaches my sex it penetrates it lightly, softly. Liquid fire. My fingers, tangled in your hair. Burning, sweet burning. Wet. Hot. Now. Now. Now. Rush. Breathing. Loud, deep. I can feel my arms again. I hate returning back to my body. In my little room, all by myself. I wish I could see you now, but you're gone. Blake took you back, and your little experiment is finished. But I just wish you had told me before you made me love you. Now, all I have is a memory. A Fantasy My chin was dipped down almost to my chest as I kept my eyes averted from the screen before me. I pointedly stared at my lap, allowing my eyes to travel to my chest that rose and fell with harried breaths, almost imagining I could see my heart th-thump, th-thumping against my skin. I glanced over to my friend Tracy who sat wide eyed and with jaw slightly dropped, her tongue occasionally escaping to trace over her lips unconsciously, as those big, pale, blue eyes stayed glued on the screen. With my friend so preoccupied with the screen I dared to look over her body, where she sat curled on the floor, her chest rising and falling almost as quickly as my own. My eyes lingered on her breasts; they were small, barely a handful, but well shaped her body athletic and toned from years of cross country, although her boyish t-shirt did more to hide the gentle slopes from my eyes than it did to help. As I traced my eyes back up from her breasts, I accidentally came upon those blue eyes staring back at me, her lips still parted and inviting. My face shifted to an almost pained look as I made a sound low in my throat then turned back to the screen, trying to carefully catch my breath and control my breathing so that it wouldn't be this loud and labored thing; although if I listened closely there were two other panting breaths filling the dark room. I squirmed on my perch, shifted to get more comfortable on the muscled legs below me, unwittingly grinding myself on to his lap and brushing the under slopes of my breasts against the arm wrapped around my waist, one of my nipples dragging along that arm as it tightened around me, my breath coming out stuttered in response. I was pulled from my reverie as I made a surprised sound, suddenly my attention drawn to the body brushing up against my legs and John's legs below my own. Tracy's hand on the arm of the chair, her weight shifting the chair only slightly as she pulled herself up, then sat herself into my lap facing the desk. My arms moved instinctively to wrap around her waist and hold her on the precarious perch that was my lap as it squirmed again to try to accommodate the new, soft body upon it. For just a moment, without knowing it, I was in heaven. All of our faces were turned forward now, our eyes locked on the screen, moving left to right as we ate up the delicious and erotic writings of the story before us, the deep panting breaths all the more evident as my breasts rose and fell to brush against Tracy's back, while John's strong chest did the same, pressing against my own back. I could feel the heat of her thighs and lap in waves against my arms that remained locked tight over her waist and around her slim hips. I shivered beneath her, my whole body trembling and into her and against John. Years later I would look back on this moment and realize how repressed my sexuality was then, and how terrified I was of just allowing myself to be turned on by the moment; even ignoring that they were similarly as turned on as I was. -------------------------------= I felt John's lips press to the slope of my shoulder and neck, where it peeked out from the collar of my t-shirt. I reveled in the texture and smoothness of those lips as they pressed soft, un-insistent kisses to my skin, my senses felt heightened by the sheer erotic and taboo nature of this moment. Closing my eyes as I swallowed reflexively, trying to build the courage I sought to have... the courage I needed. With eyes still softly shuttered and closed, my arms began to draw away from Tracy's waist, removing their hold and warmth from her waist and hips, although my much larger breasts stayed pressed against her back, my nipples tight from the warmth they collected there. Her hands went down to grab at my slowly fleeting arms, her grab pleading and insistent that my arms not leave her, though the dark, screen-illuminated room stayed silent, not a word spoken the whole time after the joking and teasing subsided and our eyes become intent on the screen only, the silence hung thick in the air as though you could taste it. She didn't turn around to look at me, and I didn't explain my motives to her. I just tugged my arms against her grip once then again as it loosened, pulling them away, her back hunching forward as her shoulders turned in from the loss of contact. Although my arms never fully pulled away, instead my smooth hands and red nails slipped up, cupping to the sides of her torso smoothing up to their goal, her body shivering and convulsing slightly in my lap in response to what must have been a tickling sensation from the path my hands made. Finally my hands came to her breasts, the small globes filling my small palms perfectly as if they were made for them, a grateful moan leaving my lips and shattering the thick silence around us. My palms supported the underside of the round breasts, as my thumbs traced lazily in circles around her nipples and areolas, her nipples peaked and at attention already. John's much larger hands mirrored my own, pulling my breasts a little reluctantly away from the warmth of Tracy's back with just a soft insistent tug at my sides before his hands came up and overflowed with my breasts now. His strong, long fingered hands squeezed and kneaded at my breasts, the sensation of his kneading and my circling thumbs became overwhelming and confused in my head as my thumbs lost their rhythm and eventually gave up, then mimicking John's hand by kneading and squeezing at the breasts filling my own palms. Tracy made a sound like a purr that vibrated through her, first into my palms then down her body into my lap, where she squirmed and pressed her tail bone into the very top of my pussy, my legs widening as if it were the magic button to some doorway, my own much softer, thicker ass squirming back to straddle the hardening length below it with its plush cheeks. As John's lips returned to my neck and then to my back and shoulders, my own lips followed his lead leaning forward to brush over Tracy's skin. She smelled so ... soft, and sweet, and tender. It was so rare that I could get this close to another girl. So many different smells and sensations; their soft skin, their gentle smell, the way her hair brushed over my forehead and eyes as I kissed her neck. I breathed a content sigh along her skin as I paused in my kisses, my hands tightening their grip possessively on her breasts for just a moment. This was mine, for just a moment. With that squeeze Tracy began to pull away from us, she stood, even maneuvering out of my groping hands as they tried to pull her back; my face and eyes were a little panicked for the moment that she would leave us and end our play, but then shortly after that she would run from the room and go screaming to all the school the next day about what a dyke and pervert I was, while John would probably be patted on the back. As my mind raced, she slowly turned towards us, my eyes moving to look at her face, expecting to see disgust or humor at some big joke she was playing on me. But instead, with her chin dipped down and her eyes not looking at me, a faint pink blush on her usually rosy cheeks, she begin to unfasten her jeans. Her lithe fingers making short work of the button and zipper, then parting the two side away, revealing plain white bikini cut panties that hugged her hips and –as she rocked her hips out of the jeans- outlined the curve of her bare pussy, hugging to the lips and a little transparent where a spot of wetness had formed. I sucked in my breath. John's cock twitched beneath me. We both sat perfectly still as our surely-wide eyes took in all the details of the moment. Still transfixed on her, she grabbed at the hem of her shirt pulling it off deftly, quickly baring her slim figure and those rosy peaked breasts to my eyes. My face was a mixture between awe and almost pain as the new experience overwhelmed me and fought with years and years of repressed urges. She sent her own small hands to mine, gripping them as she pulled me up in her soft-skinned hold. I stood before her, much taller, having to tilt my face down to see her now, only seeing the top of her head and the peaks of her features as her mouth was level with my breasts and nearly pressed to them in the tight proximity between the chair and the desk. Her hands released mine at my sides before moving to the fastenings of my jeans, plucking at them just as swiftly as she had done her own. Behind us I heard rustling and movement, the chair suddenly a bit farther away, though Tracy's expression gave nothing away as she seemed intent on undressing me. Her hands having to work a bit more to tug at my tight jeans as they fit more snuggly on my curved body than her jeans had on her athletic one. As my jeans fell to the floor I stepped out of them, even kicking them away reflexively. My hands went to her hips, brushing over the cotton that hugged them and dipping thumbs into the elastic, not pulling them down but just resting there for the moment, her face brushing my breasts with her cheeks and chin accidentally as she continued to look down and go about her work. Her hands hooked thumbs into my own cotton panties, although not stopping there as they tugged them down and let them fall to my feet on the floor. I stood bare from the pelvis down, my large t-shirt hovering just over the top of my pussy and the bottom curve of my ass. Her fingers tickled up my abdomen and stomach then ribs, having to fit her arms between mine where they stayed hooked to her panties as her hands finally came to my breasts, my t-shirt bunched on her arms. Feeling the warmth of her smooth hands as they tried so hard to hold on to my breasts that had overflowed even John's much larger hands, I weaved a little in place. Before I could get used to or revel in the sensation, she pushed my back by the hold on my breasts, my hands leaving her hips as they groped air in my trip backwards, my knees bending as a bumped into the chair; I landed with a heavy press of my naked ass to the burning hot skin of John's released cock as it seemed to fit perfectly, and snuggly along the crevice between my ass cheeks. As I squirmed for a moment, trying to get a handle on the situation again, John bucked me up with his thighs as his arm went around my waist while I hovered in mid air before him. His other hand went to right the length of his member positioning it up in the brief seconds this little ballet transpired and then flexed his arm to pull me down deftly positioning me to be impaled on his thick and long cock, sliding in easily with my sex so wet and aroused from the sensuality of the moment. Tracy stepped forward, straddling her toned thighs over mine and John's as they lay layered beneath her. Her knees hugged to our waists, her calves pressed to the cushion of the chair, her arms moving to my shoulders, hanging her wrists on them loosely as her fingers hooked behind my neck; all I could do is stare dumbly up at her, a vision of pale flesh, dark hair, long straight hair, and those blue, blue eyes that looked so calm and cool. My face remained in awe and disbelief as one hand went to cup her hip, the other smoothed its palm along her silken thigh, stretching out two fingers without thought as they slid towards her panties. John's hands moved to the curves of my hips, squeezing their round contours for a moment before he lifted me up, much stronger than his slim body eluded to, the movement causing my legs to press up in between Tracy's spread thighs, and jarring my hand forward to bump finger tips into her slick lips, pressing her panties into them. We both moaned with surprised pleasure. I hurriedly hooked her panties aside with my thumb before I could be jarred again, and then fitted the tips of my fingers against the opening of her sex. Just then I felt John's grip on my hips tighten as a momentary and unconscious warning before I was forcefully slammed back down onto his rigid length, the sudden movement again jarred my fingers forward impaling my fingers into Tracy's warm, smooth, wet lips. We both threw our heads back in tandem, mine resting on John's shoulder behind me, my cheek brushing his, hers nearly toppling her back as my free hand moved to her lower back to compensate and my upturned fingers hooked up as though I would hold on to her by her pussy. That was all it took. She screamed then. An almost terrible but wonderful sound clawing from her throat, shocking in the deaf silence that had hung about us this whole time, I felt her inner walls convulse and hug around my fingers, so tight. She rocked and shivered, my arm straining to hold her as she weaved boneless now on top of my body. John waited no more, beginning to force my hips up and down, pounding me on to him hard and fast, my fingers hammering in and out of the now soaking pussy they were buried in, trying to match the rhythm of the cock below me. There we were, entwined and picturesque as we all fit like a puzzle together, the hard and fast pace only able to last for a few moments as we were all so ready, willing, and in need before it had even begun. We came in great shouts, long woeful moans and shaking bodies. Ending in a pile all hunched into each other and pressing John into the back of the chair, our upper bodies damp with sweat and our lower bodies damp with other things... And as if on cue, the evening ended with three fulfilled sighs. A Fantasy? I can't believe my luck. It seems I have found a woman who shares my same desires, wants, needs, and erotic feelings. There is only one problem... I have never met her. See, I love the website, Literotica, and I love reading the stories that most mirror my sexual experiences and preferences, which are mostly older women. I love the eroticism a more mature woman can bring to the table. Her insight into her own sexuality, into how to please a man, into how her body has ripened, how she takes care of herself, smooth skin, supple curves, etc. I have never really matched up with women my own age and so I have always dated older women. I was reading a story by a woman on the site who calls herself ladyofsin98. Her picture was absolutely gorgeous, and I must say her writing has made me her biggest fan. After reading her writings and seeing in her profile, I realized that I wanted to be a part of her erotic stories. I wanted so desperately to make her legs quiver and shake with orgasmic pleasure and feel her wetness surround my lower lip and tongue and eventually my throbbing manhood. This is my fantasy about my favorite author. I decided to send a response to my fantasy and let her know that I loved her stories, and loved the way her mind worked and how appreciative I am of a woman who can be so in tune with her sexuality. I wrote to her about how her photo definitely showed a deep set of beautiful eyes, and a pair of milky white legs that looked extremely soft to touch. I explained that I loved all of her works, and would love to meet for coffee sometime and to also let her have access to read my own erotic works. A week or two went by, and I had just went about my business, not even really thinking about the letter I sent. I came home from the gym one night, physically exhausted, but my brain was wide awake so I decided to check my email. To my surprise, there was a response! She had written back to me with a very simple letter saying she liked what she heard and would love to meet me, just when and where. I sent her my number and also told her more about me. I am a 5'10", 240 muscular pound man, 25 yrs old. I am Italian, with short dark hair, bright green eyes, and a neatly trimmed moustache and goatee. I have one tattoo, my family coat of arms, on my right shoulder. I am by no means a lifeguard type of guy, nor am I an obese roly poly guy. Picture a football player or heavyweight boxer, or even a bouncer. Big, muscular, but with a gut, just not a huge one. A 38" waist. Downstairs, I have been blessed with a decent length cock, about 7.5 inches, but I am extremely thick and wide, definitely allowing me to fully expand a woman and feel her lips surround me. She called me the next day, and we planned to meet at the mall for coffee. We chose the mall because there was a lot of people there and at the very least, we could walk and talk and get to know each other. I wore a black shirt and some jeans, very casual. When she walked up to me, she was wearing a short skirt with a nice blouse, also very casual. We ordered our coffee and made small talk. I noticed her smile as she talked, the scent of her perfume, and the feel of her skin as she grabbed my hand to laugh at my jokes. I could not stop thinking about what she would look like laying on her back looking up at me desiring me to ravage her body with an animalistic desire and a gentleman's tenderness. Her breasts moved as she breathed, and I wanted to suck her nipples as she rode on my hard erection. I wanted this woman in a way I have not wanted many women before. I wanted to lick at her clit, and suck it until it was fully engorged and her wetness was running down my chin. I wanted to feel her lips part and slowly lower her mouth to my cock. I wanted her to squeeze her vaginal walls around me and cum while she rode me with a wild abandon. I suggested after our coffee that we go for a walk, but she said she had other ideas. She asked me back to her place and I obviously accepted the invitation. We left her car and I drove, the whole time my right hand was caressing her knee and smooth thigh. I wanted her to touch me, and I didn't have to wait long. Her hands started to play with the hair on the back of my head and her eyes kept looking me up and down, sizing me up as if I was some sort of prey. She leaned over and kissed me softly on my ear, a place that always drove me wild. When she pulled away, She looked at my erection through my pants and smiled and said she approved. We arrived at her house and I grabbed her ass as she opened the door. As soon as the door was closed behind us, she kissed me on the lips and I could feel her warm body against mine, her heat warming my crotch he tongue exploring my mouth. She reached under my shirt and was rubbing my skin, and my hands were exploring all over her body. I removed my shirt and she took in my chest, arms, shoulders. She started to kiss my chest and pushed me towards her couch. I sat down and she knelt before me, rubbing my ever growing erection through the strained confines of my pants. She removed my belt and unzipped my pants. I raised my ass a little bit and she tugged my pants down, releasingmy cock from its cottony prison. It sprang free and stood upright, my balls, full of cum sagging between my legs. She reached with her hand and cupped my balls, feeling their weight. With her other hand, she deftly stroked my cock and lowered her lips, just teasing the head with her lips and her tongue inside he mouth. I leaned back in ecstasy and felt her try to deep throat my manhood. I was in heaven. She had the most amazingly skilled mouth I have ever felt and she knew exactly what she was doing. She would use her wet mouth, her hands, and the moans that escaped from her eager mouth to entice me and they all worked. I didn't want to cum right away, at least without letting her know how much I appreciated this, So I pulled her away and ripped of her clothes. I laid down on her couch and asked her to sit down near my face, allowing me to watch her sweet pussy lips open up as she leaned back into my outstretched tongue. When my tongue hit her clit, I could feel the shiver of anticipation and excitement travel over her body. My hands were on her ass and my mouth was devouring her dripping pussy as she leaned forward to again try to swallow my cock. Every now and then she would take her mouth off of my manhood to scream back at me how well I was hitting her spots and how much she enjoyed the feelings of satisfaction she was receiving. She then raised her head off my cock, sat down full on my face and reached around to grab my hair. I knew she was cumming because I could hear her screams from the little bit of air her ass allowed to creep in as she rode my face like a wild beast. She then jumped off my cock, and allowed me to watch as she positioned my cock below her waist. I watched behind her shaved mound as her pussy lips surrounded the tip of my cock. Then, with one movement, she impaled herself on my manhood, yelling and throwing her head down to mine to plant a wet warm kiss on my lips before she sat back up and started to fuck me slowly. She was doing exactly what I loved to do. She was teasing me, allowing me to watch her angelic body rise and fall as she rode me, reaching behind her to fondle my balls and allowing my eager hands to reach up and caress her breasts. I was getting close and she must have felt it as my cock started to stiffen. She picked up the pace and I exploded, grabbing her ass and feeling each spurt of my hot cum leave my body and enter into this woman. I kept cumming and she leaned forward to kiss me, putting her hands on my cheeks, and resting her head on my chest as I kissed her neck and ears. After about 5 minutes, my now flaccid cock, popped out of her dripping pussy and she rose up with a look of satisfaction, but she must have not realized how excited the sight of her body made me. She started to walk to the kitchen, offering me a drink, but I followed her and watched her ass rise in the air as she bent over to grab two beers from the fridge. My cock was instantly hard again. I walked behind her, kissing her neck, letting my hand cup her breasts and reach around to let my fingers into her waiting ever dampening pussy. I bent her over the counter and ran one hand up her spine and grabbed her hips. I let my hard cock enter her pussy and pulled her to me, enjoying the feeling of her pussy on every inch of my cock. I then slowly started to thrust in and out of her and she came again. I picked up the pace again and grabbed both hips and fucked her as hard as I possibly could. My balls were slapping against her clit and my cock was pistoning in and out of her at a rapid speed. I felt my balls tighten as my cock exploded again into her awaiting body and she screamed in delight as she felt me dripping in her. Well, that's the fantasy, Hopefully it will come true someday, but who knows? A Fantasy It was the third time she'd driven past the house, trying desperately to overcome her nerves, to calm the knot in her stomach and the tightness in her chest. This time she stopped, drawing into the kerb and parking opposite the small detached house, set well back from the road. Her thighs trembling, her palms wet on the steering wheel, she rested her head on the wheel's rim trying to calm her breathing, contemplating what it was she was intending to do. She'd had these desires, these fantasies, since she was a child and had always thought she was the only person in the world to think, to want, as she did. Fantasies she had never been able to share, desires she could confide in no-one, for surely no-one could possibly understand what it was she felt, what it was she needed so badly, what it was that had finally brought her to this quiet, tree-lined street and this small detached house. She was thirty six years old and had married young. It had not been a happy marriage for she'd come to realise that the man she'd married was a selfish, self-opinionated, intolerant bigot, someone who thought himself right about everything and certainly not someone in whom she could confide her innermost, secret fantasies, not one who would understand this need buried deep within her. After fourteen years of marriage she'd finally divorced him eighteen months ago and her first act of freedom had been to buy a computer, something he'd always derided as a toy, a plaything for those unable to think for themselves. By virtue of this small machine she'd discovered a whole new world, a world of social networks; of chat rooms, forums and blogs and, by accident, one such blog devoted to the self-same need which she had imagined was hers and hers alone. To be spanked! Or more specifically, to be caned on her bare bottom, a fantasy that had played itself out inside her head in oh so many ways, and now, if she were to take that final step, up to the door of the small detached house, that fantasy, or a version of it, would at last become a reality. A painful reality which would leave bright red stripes across her otherwise pristine bottom. The blog which opened the door of reality onto her fantasy was that of a woman devoted, or so she said, to being spanked and through that blog a whole host of other web sites dealing with what seemed to be another world, a parallel universe almost, of corporal punishment in all its forms. It was a small step from there to the contact ads within such sites, ads by people who, like her, were seeking punishment, and of those prepared to administer it. She'd been careful, spending many months studying the adverts, analysing them and making a short list of likely candidates. Emails had followed; most, those clearly seeking sex, play-acting or domination, were quickly discarded. What she sought was a simple caning. No pretence, no chains or shackles, just a 'bend over and touch your toes' caning from someone who knew what they were doing. It had proved a harder task than she'd thought. The occupant of the small detached house was her final choice. After an exchange of emails they'd spoken twice on the phone when he'd told her he was retired, single, a life-long administer of corporal punishment who welcomed beginners and who would, he assured her, respect all individual limits. The arrangement they'd come to was that she was to present herself at 4.30pm, and it was nearly that now. She would be required to remove her panties and bend over, her skirt would be raised and he would then administer 12 strokes of the cane to her bare bottom. Subject to her agreement, he would then cane her a further 12 times, making a total of two dozen strokes, after which she would dress and leave. No sex, no tying up, no contact at all other than the cane across her bottom. Could she go through with it? Could she allow a complete stranger to see her semi-naked, to strike her bare bottom with a ratten cane? To cause her, as she was sure it would, pain and discomfort. Would the reality, the pain of being caned, destroy the fantasy she'd so carefully constructed over so many years? Should she just start the car and drive home, her fantasy to remain just that, but intact and safe within her? She took a deep breath, contemplating the years of longing. Calmer now the decision was made, she opened the car door and crossed the road to the small detached house. A Fantasy My boyfriend has a fantasy, of me and him partaking in a threesome, with another man. He likes the thought of me, a petite, innocent looking female, being extremely dirty and raunchy. So here is a story I wrote especially for him. My boyfriend, Tim, and I had decided to get away from the hustle and bustle and stress of daily life and were taking a holiday on a remote island of Scotland - the Isle of Skye. We'd spent our days exploring the beautiful countryside, and our evenings involved romantic meals and intimacy. The area was very quiet, very remote, apart from a nearby farm. One afternoon, I decided we should take a walk over to the farm, to see what animals, and even people, were there. Out came the wellies, as it was a rainy dull day. Arriving at the farm, we went to the cottage attached, and knocked at the door. "Just a minute!" Came the response, a man. The door opened and there stood a beautiful creature... A gorgeous, tall, dark and handsome man! To my surprise I felt myself tingling all over, amd it only intensified as he looked at me with gorgeous green eyes. "How may I help you both?" He said. "Hello, my names Tim, and this is my girlfriend, Rachel", Tim said, as I suddenly felt unable to speak. "My names Jack, nice to meet you Tim and Rachel" He shook both of our hands in turn. I managed to find my voice to ask: "I was wondering if it was possible to have a look around your farm at the animals?" "Yes of course! Come on inside for a minute while I make a cup of tea, then I will give you a tour, would you like some tea?" "I'll have a tea" said Tim, "Rachel will just have a water...White with 2 sugars please". "No problem" We sat down at his beautiful kitchen, complete with a traditional Aga cooking range, and he got us our drinks plus a couple of biscuits. "So, are you staying in the holiday cottage down the lane? How long are you here for?" Asked Jack. "Just one week", I said. "We wanted to escape a busy city and relax in beautiful Scotland. Is it just you here? Or do you have family?" "Its just me who lives here, but I do have kids, my wife and I divorced two years ago, and we have a 5 year old and a 7 year old, boy and girl, they come to stay sometimes. My family live on the mainland, in a small village called Glenelg, not far from where the ferry drops off. I have staff to help me out with the farm tasks, but they've all gone home now, it's early starts working on a farm!" "I can certainly imagine its tough work. So how about this tour then?" I said, eager to see the animals. "Sure, follow me." He took us through his lovely cottage, out the back door and proceeded to show us around. He showed us the pigs, the cows, the sheep and lambs. He showed us the milking parlour, which I found fascinating. But even more fascinating was this man himself. Olive skinned, well built, with muscles through his shirt, he was definitely a looker. I caught Tims eye, and nodded towards Jack and smiled. Tim raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner, and I nodded again. This was the man. Tim smiled back. Later on after the tour, we offered Jack to come to where we were staying for dinner. "That would be lovely, but I must shower first and spruce myself up. How about I head over for around 7pm?" "Perfect" Said Tim. Back in our cottage, I decided to have a shower too. I turned the water on and let it warm up while I undressed. Tim opened the door and came in. "So, what do you think of Jack then baby?" He asked. "Is he going to be the one we entice into joining us for some sexual pleasure?!" "I certainly think so, I find myself quite attracted to him. I'm just trying to think of a plan of how to suggest it to him, without scaring him off." "Well, we have alcohol... That's always a good start!" Tim said. By this time I was completely naked and ready to get into the shower. I stepped in and let the hot water pour over my body. I lathered up with soap and let the foam slide over my breasts. Then the shower door opened and Tim popped his head round. "Mind if I join?" "Not at all!" I said. He stepped in and we cuddled, with the hot water streaming over both of us. I looked up at him, and he leaned down, and tenderly kissed my lips, while stroking my cheek with one hand. I pressed my body up against his, and I could feel him getting hard against my tummy, as we carried on sensually kissing. He stroked his fingers down my body, over my nipples, making them stand up, erect, and sending shivers coursing through my body. I moaned, "Mmm that feels so good." He carried on tracing his fingers down my body, until he reached my clitoris. He gently parted the lips, and slowly ran his finger along the length of my clitoris. I moaned and shivered again. He then inserted a finger into my now wet pussy, and slid it in and out, gently at first, then picking up the pace. I started shaking and moaning... Then all of a sudden he stopped. "Better save that for later!" "No, really?! You're going to tease me like that until I'm almost on the edge of orgasm, then just stop??" I exclaimed. My pussy was extremely wet and swollen with pleasure. "Yep, for now, but we will try and have some amazing fun later on." I finished showering and got dressed, putting on sexy underwear, a push up bra and a revealing top that quite obviously showed off my assets, in the hope that Jack wouldn't be able to resist. I then started cooking some dinner. Honey glazed pork with roasted vegetables. 7pm arrived, and sure enough there was a knock at the door. I put out wine glasses and left the dinner cooking in the oven, and went to greet Jack at the door. As I opened it, I saw him glance at my chest, and immediately he seemed flustered. "Come on in Jack, the dinners just cooking, would you like a glass of wine, or maybe a beer?" "Umm, hello, yes, I'll have some beer please... No wait I'll have some wine, please." I smiled to myself, and poured him a glass of red wine, I also fetched Tim a beer and poured myself some white wine. I handed him his glass, and made sure my fingers connected with his. "Thank you," Said Jack, "The dinner smells lovely." "Thanks Jack, it shouldn't be too much longer now." As we had brought our Playstation 3 with us, Tim suggested they play a game. Battlefield was the choice! I prepared the dinner to the sounds of shooting and yelling. After we'd eaten the delicious dinner, we all three settled in the living room, with more wine and beer. We chatted for quite a while, getting to know each other. We found out he was 32 years old, 8 years older than both Tim and I. He also informed us he was doing a college course online, a basic animal course and hoping to go into Veterinary doctoring. I was very interested, as this is something I'm wanting to do as well. After an hour or so of chatting and drinking, we decided to watch a film. A scary one! We all were sat on the sofa, with me in between the two boys. I turned the lights out for added effect for the horror film, and prepared myself to be terrified. I was feeling the effects of the wine, and was a little dizzy. I cuddled up to Tim and laid my head on his shoulder. About quarter of the way through, after a few jumps, Tims hands started wandering. He softly started stroking my right leg. I was wearing a skirt, not too short, but I hadn't put any knickers on, for the occasion. Tim didn't know this yet. His hand started creeping slowly up my thigh, and he was moving in little circles. It was tickling ever so slightly. He reached the top of my right thigh, and then proceeded to stroke inwards towards my trimmed pussy. I opened my legs slightly to give him better access and to show I was liking it. He was moving his fingers closer and closer until the tips of his fingers touched the lips of my wet pussy. He gasped a little and looked at me eyes wide, obviously realising I'd not had any knickers on the whole evening. I just smiled at him mischievously. I glanced down and saw he was hard through his trousers. I glanced at Jack on the other side of me, who was concentrating intently on the film, as if he was trying hard not to look at us. Tim was parting my lips and gently swirling around my clitoris. I slowly and gently pushed my hips up to meet his hand. He kept swirling and stroking my clitoris, making it swell with pleasure. I could feel myself getting wetter, and he dipped his fingers into the entrance to my vagina to make them wet, then returned to stroking my clitoris. I could feel myself starting to shake, and an orgasm was building. I was trying my hardest to be discreet, but I was breathing heavy too. Tim didn't stop, he carried on stroking with his fingers, by now I was soaking wet, I could feel my wetness on my thighs and soaking his hand. I gripped his arm with my hands and buried my head into his shoulder as I came in an explosion of pure pleasure. I couldn't help but whimper slightly, which made Jack look over from the film. He saw me panting, and looked down to where Tims hand was under my skirt. His eyes widened and I could just about see him flush red. He looked away again, back to the film. I decided I was going to take a chance. I leaned over to him, put my right hand on his cheek and gently brought his face towards mine. He didn't resist, and my lips touched his. We kissed, and our tongues flicked together, slowly and softly. Tim still had his hand under my skirt on my pussy. jack and I carried on kissing for a while longer, then I pulled away and kissed Tim in the same way. Both men were amazing kissers, and I was getting more tingles and shivers all over my body. I caught Tims eye, and he nodded. I placed my hand on Jacks right leg, and I started gently stroking it. I stroked all the way up to the top of his thigh, then over his chest. I reached the top of his shirt, and started unbuttoning it. I undid all the buttons then eased him out of it. His chest was stunning. Amazing muscles. I got up and straddled him, leaning down to kiss him again, stroking my tongue against his, while Tim looked on. Jack tugged at my top, trying to pull it off. He managed it then he reached around to undo my bra. That came off too. He then started stroking my nipples, pinching them gently between his thumb and forefinger. I let out a moan, as my nipples stood out, again erect. I glanced over at Tim from my position of straddling Jack on his lap. He was watching me intently, and he had his hand over his cock through his jeans. I leaned forward and kissed jack, making sure our tongues touched obviously, so Tim could see, my hard nipples brushing against Jacks chest. I reached down over his jeans and felt his hardness. I slowly started kissing down his muscled chest, until I reached his belt and zip. I paused to undo them both, and then I got Jack to stand up so he could take his trousers down. I swapped positions quickly, so I was sat on the edge of the sofa, and Jack was standing in front of me, his big hard cock throbbing in front of my face. I looked at Tim, he now had his hard cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. I shook my head at him, and he gave me a begging look. "Wait until its your turn" I said to Tim. I focused my attention on Jack, I leant forward and flicked my tongue over the swollen head, licking up drops of pre-cum. I held it with my hand, and I run my tongue down the length of his shaft, all the way down the underneath, and reaching his balls, I take both in my mouth one by one, gently licking and sucking on them, as I slowly stroke the head with my hand. Jack lets out a moan, and tangles his hands up in my hair, gently coaxing me to suck on his big dick. I open my mouth and take him in, deep. Tim stands up at this point, he comes over and stands nearby us, in front of me. I carry on stroking and sucking Jacks cock, and at the same time I reach for Tims. Tim gasps as my hand touches his throbbing cock. I squeeze the head, and pre-cum drips out onto my fingers. I pull Jacks cock out of my mouth and pause to lick Tims pre-cum off my fingers seductively, both men looking down at me, topless with just a skirt on. Both start breathing heavier as I tease them by licking the pre-cum off my fingers. I smile, and then I lean towards Tim. I hold his dick with my right hand, and slowly stroke it up and down, twisting gently and squeezing the head. Tim is gasping a bit now, and with my left hand I grip hold of Jacks cock. I am on my knees now. I lean forward and take all of Tims cock in my mouth in one go, and slowly suck hard on the way back out. Tim moans and closes his eyes. I then do the same with Jack. I swirl my tongue around the tip and he moans louder, holding my head and pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I suck hard and lick with my tongue. Then I pull away and focus on Tim again. I tease him by licking right down the shaft as I did with Jack, and taking his balls in my mouth one by one, using my tongue to tease and flick gently. Tim is now dripping a lot of pre-cum, and I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping it all up into my mouth. Both men are moaning, watching me do such dirty things to them both. Then, I lean back on the sofa, and I bring my legs up, so my pussy is showing under my skirt. Jack immediately gets on his knees, and starts kissing my thighs, soft flutters that give my goose pimples along my skin. Tim sits down next to me on the sofa, and starts kissing me erotically, probing his tongue into my mouth. Jack is still teasing me, blowing gently on my clitoris. I am dripping wet and pushing my hips up, almost begging him to give in and lick me. At last he finally flicks my clit with the very tip of his tongue, so gently I can hardly feel it, but it arouses and stimulates every pleasure nerve in that area, and radiates through my body, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. He keeps going, just gentle flicks with his tongue. He then strokes his fingers up my thighs, slowly and gently, and on reaching my pussy, he slowly slowly teases a finger inside me. At first he just enters the tip of his finger, gently teasing and poking it in and out. I am going wild, thrusting my hips up and gasping, I am so very close to erupting in a rocking orgasm that will blast through my body... But then he stops. I nearly cry with the frustration of it. But then Tim takes over. he goes straight for it, fingers deep inside me, tongue lapping at my clitoris. As I start getting closer and closer, he slows down and teases. I'm moaning so loud now and I can hardly control myself. Then an orgasm rips through my body and I cry out as Jack puts his lips over mine. I thrust my hips up as Tim keeps pumping his fingers inside me, my vagina contracts and squeezes his fingers with the orgasm, and my pussy is now even wetter. I lay back collapsed, worn out from the sheer pleasure of that one big orgasm. I then catch my breath again, and get Jack to lay down on the floor, with Tim next to him. I get on top of Jack in a 69 position, my head by his cock and my pussy by his mouth, and I take him into my mouth again, as he licks my pussy again, licking along the slit and my swollen lips. He uses his fingers and I can feel another orgasm building. I moan on his cock in my mouth and pump harder and faster, taking him in deeper and gripping with my hand. Then, suddenly, Tim picks me off Jack and turns me around mid-air. He pulls me against him and I wrap my legs around him, and he lowers us both to the floor, my legs still around him. He gently unwraps them and pushes them up and back, grips hold of his cock and places it at the entrance to my tight wet vagina. I move my hips up, trying to get him inside me, but he just teases me, stroking the head on my clitoris. Jack comes over to my head and I take his cock in my mouth once again. Tim then touches the entrance to my vagina, and slowly enters me. He slides in, both of us moaning as he goes the whole way inside me, deep. He then picks up a rhythm of sliding in and out. Jack is still by my head, with me sucking and licking his cock, and moaning onto it as Tim fucks me. Tim pushes my legs up higher and enters me deeper. I reach down and stroke my clitoris with my fingers, it's so slippery and wet, I use the wetness to glide my fingers across my clit, and within moments I cum closing my legs tight around Tim, moaning and almost screaming so loud, my back arched and my whole body shaking, my pussy contracting inside and gripping Tims cock. Tim is getting harder and faster, slamming his body against mine, his balls slapping against my ass. Jack is gasping now, his cock in my mouth, and I suddenly pull him out and say "Stop!" Both men stop, and look at me. "Switch please!" And with that, Tim pulls his cock out of my throbbing vagina, and Jack takes his place. I'm so wet he just slides straight inside me. Tim comes up to my head, and I take his hard cock in my mouth once more. I lick up all his pre-cum and grip it with my left hand. With my right hand I reach down where Jack is sliding in and out of my extremely wet and tight pussy, and I stroke my clit again, wrapping my legs around Jack. I cum again, and again, each time still strong, and Jack can feel my pussy clenching and squeezing his cock as I cum. He can't take anymore as his breathing gets faster and faster, his moans are less discreet, and he slams into me, roughly moving my body up the bed, pushing my mouth onto Tims cock deeper. I can tell Jack is about to cum, I push him out of me and he grips his cock and he jerks it as torrents of cum spray out, hitting me in the face, in the mouth, down my breasts and on my stomach. He keeps pumping his fist and squeezing and more and more keeps shooting out all over my body. He's moaning so loud and can't catch his breath. Slowly it stops and he calms down. I lick up the last bit of his cum from his cock, savouring it. I then look at Tim, who looks almost desperate to finish, his rock hard cock is literally throbbing. I lay down on my front, and motion to him to get behind me, he does so, and leans down over my back, and kisses my neck and cheek, brushing my hair out of the way. He enters me from behind, me still lying flat down. I squeeze my legs together, and Tim gasps. He starts thrusting faster and faster, going deeper each time, my round ass wobbling as he slams into it. I'm crying out, and Jack comes over and starts kissing me, and then he got me to lean up slightly so he could take my nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently and flicked with his tongue. Tim was getting really close now. He slowed down so as to hold it in. I pull him out and turn myself around, and he jacks his cock, gripping it tightly until he spews his hot cum, again hitting me and covering my body. He can hardly hold himself up with the pleasure of it, he's moaning loud, very loud, and more and more cum is shooting out, I sit up and take the rest of it in my mouth, sucking hard and squeezing every last drop. Then we are done. I lay back, spent. Covered in two hot men's cum. We all look at each other and smile. It was definitely an amazing time, fulfilled some fantasies and had an amazing time. We will definitely be staying in touch with Jack, just in case we wanted to enjoy some more fun sex with an extra person. We made the most of it on the rest of our holiday too! A Fantasy I've been staying in the same hotel as you and I've seen you giving me the eye, I've also been giving you the eye. I'm just waiting for my moment... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (12 min/mp3) * * * * * A Fantasy Ben stood in the shower and sighed contentedly. Billows of steam rose as he lathered his hair with shampoo, then rinsed it out. The water felt great, and he stood there for a few minutes longer to enjoy it. He turned off the water, then reached out and got his towel. He dried himself off as much as he could then wrapped the towel around his waist, and walked back into the bedroom. Once he got in there, he was about to get dressed when a figure stepped out of a hiding spot. "I wondered when you'd get out." She said. Ben jumped a bit in surprise, staring at her. She was quite beautiful; wearing a white silk robe, that implied nothing was on underneath. Her face was stunning; her makeup was perfect as she licked her rosy red lips, sizing him up as she walked up to him. He wondered briefly how she'd gotten in, how long she'd been there. He was sure he'd locked all his doors. "I'm Michelle. You won't be needing this," she said, pulling his towel off and letting it fall to the floor. "Lay down on the bed," she told him. Ben complied, enraptured by her beauty. She took out a pair of silk scarves, tying his wrists to the bedposts. Then she undid her robe, letting it fall and letting Ben drink in the sight of her naked body for a few moments, admiring her perfectly rounded breasts. Her jet black hair covered her head like a hood. Her piercing green eyes sparkled. She then tied his ankles to the bed and climbed on top of him. He shivered as her hard nipples caressed his skin lightly, straining a bit against the bonds. "Mmmmm," she purred. "You want to touch, don't you." She continued to graze her nipples on his chest, then down over his quivering cock. She leaned in and kissed him near his cock, her lipstick leaving a red lip mark there. "That marks you as mine," she said. "And you are now mine to do with as I please." She then started stroking his cock, gently blowing on it, then touching the underside of it with her tongue. He moaned softly, his cock throbbing on her tongue, then gasped as she took his cock in her mouth all the way to the bottom of it. She pulled her lips off slowly, then stroked it more. "You like that don't you," she whispered. "Do you want more?" He nodded, "Yes. Please." He hadn't meant it to sound pleading, but he was. She grinned, then dove down on his cock, beginning to suck it with an intensity that made his hips buck and moans escaped from his lips. He could feel his tension beginning to build when she suddenly pulled her lips off, stroking it gently. Ben moaned as she came up and kissed him softly, then let her nipple brush over his lips. He kissed it as she made her pussy rub up against his cock. He tried to press to her, then she pulled away, nibbling his earlobe. "Be careful what you ask for," she whispered. "You want me to ride you now? Mmmmmm, but if you do, you have to give me all your cum." She raked her teeth over his earlobe. "Do you still want me to?" Ben wanted it so bad, her lips had led him so close to ecstasy. "Mmm, yesss" he moaned. "Ride me." She grinned wickedly at him, placing the head of his cock against her, then sinking down on him. She moaned, closing her eyes, raking her nails lightly on his chest, then beginning to ride slowly, feeling him deep in her, then picking up her pace. Ben groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet hers, feeling her squeeze his cock. Her breasts swayed as she slid on him, then she cupped a breast in her hand and leaned down and licked it. This turned him on even more, making him get closer and closer to cumming. He was straining against the scarves, wanting to touch her so badly. His mind was also in turmoil: a part of him wanted to cum in her, and yet another part wondered what happens if he does get her pregnant. In the end, though, he decided she'd look so beautiful and radiant with a plump, pregnant belly. She was too, and began driving herself towards her pleasure moment. "Mmm, yes Ben," she whispered. "I'm sooo close, I need your sperm. My pussy is so fertile right now, and you'll make a baby in me when you cum." Ben groaned hearing that, and it suddenly set him off. Michelle gasped and sank on him, her orgasm hitting her, making her milk him. "Yesssss,"she hissed in his ear. "Fill me up, make me a mommy." She ground her hips into him as his orgasm subsided. She untied him, and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply. She untied his arms, letting him touch her as they kissed. "Mmmmm," Ben moaned. "You'll look so beautiful pregnant. But sometimes it takes more than once." Michelle smiles down at him, tracing a finger on his lips. "Well, we do have all night..."