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Checkout Lane Hookup Ch. 01

By: tk5555



First off a huge thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for helping me with this. It got a lot longer than I expected it to, and my grammar skills still suck. I'm sure I have messed some of the editing up with my last minute changes. This is a multi part story, and it's going to skip around category wise. This is part 1. 





The store was a well-engineered compromise of efficiency and attractiveness. It was just inviting enough to bring people in, but not somewhere they wanted to loiter too long. Pete scanned the shelf for the item he was looking for. He was still perplexed by the way his toothpaste vanished. The hotel had provided a replacement tube, but it had an aftertaste that stayed with him the entire day. Even though he was leaving soon it was worth the detour to get something a bit more pleasant. He located a brand he liked and walked to the checkout line. He noticed one of the cashiers reaching up to turn off the light at her station. She was average height with shoulder length brunette hair. She was a woman with curves, large breasts, a bit of a belly and a round ass. As he approached her stand, she turned to face him and smiled. The name Carolyn was printed on her name badge.

"Are you ready to check out?" she asked. She was about to close, but the next register was at the opposite end of the store and the guy was cute.

"I'm closed but I can do you... I mean check you out... I mean I don't mind," Carolyn stammered, trying not to sound like she was propositioning him.

Carolyn had noticed this customer when he walked in. The way his jeans hugged his ass had caught her attention. He was a bit taller than average with close cropped jet black hair. His features were well proportioned and had an all American look to him. She was about to close, but hesitated when she saw him walking toward her register. He only had one item, so she thought he was still shopping. She was pleasantly surprised when he turned towards her.

"Is this it?" she asked, running the item over the bar code scanner.

"That's it. Apparently the underpants gnomes have branched out into toothpaste, mine vanished," Pete replied, noting that she smiled at his reference to South Park.

"Do you need any ice or stamps?"

"No," Pete paused. The shirt the woman was wearing showed an ample amount of cleavage. He forced himself to look up. "However, do you know if there are any good places to eat around here?"

"There are quite a few, what do you like?"

"For some reason I'm craving a milkshake, so a burger place sounds good, but not something from a chain."

Pete pulled out his wallet and realized he didn't have any cash. Sheepishly he pulled out his credit card and swiped it through the machine. He felt silly using plastic for such minor purchase.

"I know this sounds strange, but I need to see your ID. There's been a lot of identity theft lately, so we confirm every credit purchase," Carolyn said. He opened his wallet and displayed his driver's license. She noticed it was from another state, then she noticed another ID on the opposite side of his wallet, it said FBI.

"I'm not a field agent," Pete said after she had been staring at his credentials for almost a minute.

"Oh, what?" she said, as if he had snapped her out of a trance.

"I'm not a field agent," he repeated, "I don't get in shoot out with drug dealers or chase bad guys. I'm a forensic specialist. I look at evidence very, very closely and try to figure out how it was used. You probably do the same thing."

"Not really, I just run stuff over the scanner."

"You don't ever try to guess what they are going to do with their purchases?" he inquired.

"Well, sometimes, if it an odd combination. You know, like condoms and duct tape," she said, blushing slightly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. How about we stick with places to eat?"

"There is a really good local place, it's a bit out of the way," she said, placing his item in a bag and handing him his receipt. She reached up to turn off the light above her register, and then paused when he asked her a question.

"What's it called?" he asked.

"Beef Squared," she said, making a number two in the air, "as in exponential, and the patties are square. Are you familiar with this area of town?"

"No, just visiting," Pete paused for a moment, "if I offer to buy you dinner will you show me where the place is?"

The offer was tempting, even though he was almost a complete stranger. Her shift was over and she had nowhere to go.

"Sure, let me turn in my cash drawer, meet me out front." She said, turning off her light and pulling the drawer out of her register.

Pete watched her disappear down a corridor in the front of the store. He wondered where the evening would lead as he walked out of the store. His mind was already considering the evidence he had collected on her and a profile was forming.

Carolyn pressed the buzzer to the door of the stores office. She heard the door unlocked and she entered the room. 

"It balances," she said, setting her drawer on the table.

"Are you in a hurry to leave?" Sue asked.

"Yea, this guy is taking me to dinner," Carolyn confessed.

"Anyone I know?"

"No."

Sue quickly counted the money, "You were right, it balances. Have fun on your date."

After making a quick stop by her locker to drop off her name badge and grab her purse, she walked out of the store. Pete was waiting for her, casually leaning against one of the columns in front of the store. Part of her worried about leaving with a stranger and not telling anyone where she was going. She looked up at the security camera and smiled, hoping that would not be a picture they put on a milk carton.

"We can take my car or yours," Pete said.

"Yours might as well get something out of my taxes," she replied.

She followed him through the parking lot to a hulking SUV with tinted windows with government plates. 

"On second thought, let's take my car. If anyone sees me in that they will think I've been arrested," she said.

"Have you done anything wrong?"

"No," she quipped, and then whispered under her breath, "but I wouldn't mind if you handcuffed me."

Her car was only a few rows over, a late model sedan that looked very much like a girl's car. They both sat down and she started the vehicle.

Their conversation drifted as they drove to the restaurant. Before long they were pulling into the parking lot. Once inside he ordered the same thing she had and they found a table.

"So you are like CSI for the FBI?" she asked.

"That's close, my specialty is physical evidence. I do profiles, but about bodies, not much of the psychological stuff. I mostly look at stuff and try to figure out what someone looks like," he explained.

"So why are you here? Is there a crime spree I have not heard of? Serial killer on the loose?" she asked.

"Nothing that exciting. I'm training the local forensics lab techs on some new stuff. We do this every year. This is my first time to do it here."

"How do you like it here?" she asked.

"It's been okay, but it's getting much better," he said with a smile.

"Why did you ask me to come with you?" she asked.

"You have nice tits," he said, "Sorry, I should have warned you, and I don't have much of a filter. That's probably why they don't let me out of the lab much."

Carolyn stared at him, not sure if she should be offended or flattered. He had a nice ass, and she had spent a fair amount of time staring at it as they walked through the parking lot.

"You have nice eyes to, if that is a more acceptable compliment," he said.

"I'm guessing you don't have a girlfriend," she said.

"You would be correct, probably because of the no filter thing. What I lack in social graces I make up for with lavish meals," he said motioning to the menu on the wall.

Carolyn laughed, "You are charming in your own weird way."

"I do my best."

"How much longer are you in town?" she asked.

"Today was the last day of training, but I don't fly out until tomorrow afternoon. I figured I would see the sights," he replied, his eyes slowly drifting down to her chest.

"My eyes are up here," she said, annoyed that he needed reprimanding again, but flattered at the same time.

"They are," he said looking up, "and they are stunning. Let's make a deal. Indulge me for ten minutes; accept that I enjoy looking at your breasts as much as I enjoy looking at your face or having a conversation with you. I'm not going to grab your tits unless you want me to. Let me enjoy the whole package and if it still bothers you after my ten minutes are up, then I will stop doing it.'

"No, but I have a counter offer," she said, intrigued by what he had said.

"Let's hear it."

"You don't look at my tits for ten minutes. If you can prove that you are capable of more than just ogling my breasts then you can stare at them all you want."

"That's going to be a challenge, but I'll take it," he said with a grin.

She decided to test his resolve, "What do you like about my breasts?"

"You're not going to make this easy, are you? Well obviously the size and shape. I'm guessing 34DD. Am I right?" It took considerable effort not to look down her chest.

"Yes, that's a pretty good guess," she replied.

"I spend a lot of time looking at women's clothing... from crime scenes," he explained.

"Are you creating a profile of me right now?"

"Hmm," he said, "about you or about your body?"

"You can start with my body," she answered.

"So 34DD, fair skin, probably small dark areola. You look like about a size 8. You probably shave off some of your pubic hair, just enough to look good in a swimsuit. It's not about your body, but you don't look like the thong type. I'm willing to guess your bra and panties match," he said.

"Stick to the body for now."

"Okay, you are about five foot four and around one hundred thirty five pounds. Your BMI is around 30, but your breasts throw that number off, it should be about twenty five. Your hair is its natural color and you are right handed." Pete hesitated, "Does it bother you ... when people stare at your body?"

"Not really, I mean I know it's going to happen. Some people are a little creepy about it, but I have learned to deal with them. I don't think men understand what it is like," she explained.

"True, I'd wear yoga pants if it made women drool over my cock the way guys stares at your breasts," Pete blurted out, realizing too late that the comment was probably one he should have filtered out.

"Be careful what you wish for," she cautioned.

"Is that enough about your body?"

"I think so, what else can you tell me?"

"You want to be a bad girl, but you don't want a reputation. That's why you are letting me do this. You get to misbehave, but it doesn't matter because you will probably never see me again."

"Probably, you plan on coming back here?" she asked.

"I would if you invited me," he replied.

"Oh really," she said.

Pete glanced at his watch, "My ten minutes are up."

"And somehow you managed to keep your eyes off my tits, so I guess you win," she said, standing up. "I'm going to run to the ladies room, I will be right back." Just before she turned to walk away, she leaned over and plucked a french fry from his plate, giving him a perfect view of her tits.

Their conversation resumed upon her return. Pete reconstructed a crime scene using French fries and Carolyn confessed to profiling most of her customers based on their purchases. The conversation drifted away from their jobs and on to other activities. They discovered they both considered themselves good poker players.

As their conversation continued, Carolyn found herself playing along with his attempt to seduce her. Despite his comment about not having much of a filter he was subtle about trying to lure her back to his hotel room for the night. One night stands were not something she made a habit of, but Pete intrigued her. Despite his boy next door looks she sensed something dark about him, and that intrigued her. When the staff at the restaurant made it clear they were closing soon he invited her back to his hotel, and she accepted.

Shaking her head Carolyn pulled in behind Pete's car. He had insisted on picking it up from the store before going to his hotel. She wasn't sure if he didn't want to be stranded at his hotel if she left, or if he wanted to give her a chance to escape. Regardless, she had chosen to follow him back to the hotel, her small car dwarfed by his SUV. She was still gathering her things when he appeared at her door.

"Ready to go up?" he asked, his voice muted by the closed window.

She nodded and opened the door, he held it open while she exited and then shut it with a resounding thunk.

"We can stop at the bar," he offered.

"No, I'd rather go to your room," she replied, not believing the words that were coming out of her mouth. This wasn't like her, but something about the way his ass looked in his 501s made her want to spend some time with him in a private setting.

"I won't argue with that," he said, taking her arm and leading her into the hotel and finally to his room.

"You said you played poker, right?" Pete said, hanging his jacket over the chair.

"Yea, but I am also a starving college student, so penny ante is the best I can do," she replied.

"We could play for something else."

"Such as?" she teased.

"Ever play strip poker?"

"Once, but I lost my nerve when I got down to my bra. I'm guessing you have played..."

"A few times..." he replied.

"Did you win or lose?"

"A little of both, but it is a game I don't mind losing."

Carolyn bit her lip. She was way outside her comfort zone, but she was also curious. She wondered if Pete looked as good with his jeans off as he did with them on.

"Let's play," she said, "but I can walk away at any time."

"Agreed. I guess we should start with same amount of clothing," he said, "If you count socks as one item I have seven items of clothing."

Carolyn thought for a moment, "I have five."

Pete looked at her quizzically, "How do you get to five?"

"Shoes, socks, pants, bra, shirt... I'm not wearing panties."

"Really," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Laundry day," she confessed.

"Well that's hardly fair," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"So you are going to strip down?"

"Kind of," he said, taking off his shirt and handing it to her, "put it on, that should make us even at six each."

Carol slipped her arm into the sleeve and pulled shirt on. It smelled like a man's shirt, and she liked it.

"So loser takes something off, that's how this works, right?" she asked.

"Or the winner can put something on, it makes the game last longer," he said. 

Seeing her naked would be nice, but seeing how she handled herself was just as important. Pete wanted to know how well she bluffed and if she was really brave enough to strip down.

Pete won the first hand with a straight flush. He was surprised when she chose to take off her T shirt, and impressed when she cleverly covered up with the shirt he had given her. The lacy bra she had on was clearly strained by her large breasts, and the material was unable to hide her swollen nipples.

With a broad grin, Carolyn laid down her winning hand, and then pouted when Pete smiled and kicked off his shoes. His smirk was short lived; she won the next two hands. Predictably his socks had come off next, but he hesitated when he lost the most recent hand.  He finally stood up and slowly peeled off his T shirt, revealing a tan, lean body. His chest was covered with hair that tapered down as it bisected an absolutely drool worthy set of washboard abs. If he spent any time at the pool or beach he certainly knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a lustful stare. 

"I must say, shirtless is a really good look for you. I bet you work out a lot," she said.

"A little, but it's mostly being lucky in the genetic lottery," he replied. He managed to stifle his follow on comment about her being just as lucky to have big tits.

Carolyn lost the next hand. She stood up and slipped out of her jeans, then folded them and set them on the floor. "Can I have a towel to sit on, I feel a bit odd about my naked bottom being on the chair.

"Hmm, I guess I can allow that," he said, getting up and walking to the bathroom. He returned with a hand towel, not wanting to give her anything she could use to cover up with.

Once she was seated Pete dealt out another hand. They both took addition cards from the deck, but Carolyn's face never got past a frown. Pete's hand was also trash, but he won with an ace.  He frowned when she managed to remove her bra without taking the button down shirt off.

Carolyn won the next hand, a loss Pete attributed to his lack of concentration. She had left the shirt unbuttoned, but the nip slip Pete hoped for never happened. Much to his surprise she chose to rummage through the discarded clothing instead of making him take his pants off. She picked up his t shirt and rolled it up, using it as a belt.

Pete won the next hand and she surrendered the shirt / belt. The next few hands went back and forth, each time she won, she picked up the T-shirt, and each time she lost it came off.

Carolyn pouted as she placed her losing hand on the table. All she had left was the shirt she was wearing. She wasn't bothered by the idea of being naked in front of Pete; she had been enjoying the game and did not want it to stop. She started to slide the shirt off when Pete stopped her.

"Care to raise the stakes a bit?" he asked.

"What do you have in mind?"

"You can keep the shirt on, but if I win the next hand you lose the shirt and you blow me," he offered.

"My blowjobs are worth more than that," she countered.

"Then what do you propose?"

"If I win you take off those jeans and I get to put something on, if I lose I will take off the shirt and suck your cock, but only for one minute. Then we play another hand."

"Only a minute?" he replied.

"Trust me, it's worth it," she assured him, wondering if he would call her bluff.

"You drive a hard bargain, but you have a deal," he said, shuffling the deck.

Arching her back slightly she forced the shirt open just enough for him to see the curve of her breast, but not quite enough to reveal her swollen nipples. He shuffled the cards in his hand again; she was getting more and more difficult to read. He had a flush, but wasn't sure what she had. Between his aching cock and the sight of her cleavage he had not been able to keep track of the cards that had been played. The suspense was too much to bear any longer. 

"Call," she said laying her cards down one at a time. She had a straight.

"Well played, but I'm afraid you lose," Pete said, laying down his final card, "ready to pay up?"

"A deal's a deal," she said, licking her lips seductively.

Carolyn considered making another deal to keep the game going, but decided against it. She stood up and slowly opened the shirt. She started at the bottom, wondering if Pete would take his eyes off her tits to see her pussy, but he did not. Pete began to unbutton his 501s, but she stopped him, "I'll take care of that."

With rapt attention, Pete watched the shirt inch down Carolyn's shoulder. Gravity took over and it fell to the floor. Her breasts jutted out from her chest, making only the slightest concession to gravity. As he suspected, her areolas were small and dark. Her nipples stood out proudly, protruding at least a half inch beyond her breasts. His cock ached to be freed of its denim prison. She stepped in front of him, her tits pressed against his ribs and her hands grasped the waistband of his pants. One by one she unfastened the buttons on his jeans, and then she slid his pants down to his ankles.

All that remained was to remove his underwear. She could see his erection straining against the fabric, a small wet spot showed where his precum had already started to leak out. She began to wonder if he would last a minute in her mouth. She kissed him right above his navel, "Couldn't resist, your abs just look delicious".


Checkout Lane Hookup Ch. 01



Her finger followed the patch of black hair from his belly button until it disappeared into his shorts, then she leaned forward until her breast touched his thighs. She pulled the waistband of his shorts away from his body and peered into the gap. The engorged head of his cock stared back at her. She pursued her lips and blew gently on it.

"Ready to start the clock?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

Carolyn pulled his shorts down until they stretched around his mid thigh, and then wrapped her hand around his cock. It felt like silk over steel. She began to move her hand up and down, letting it glide over his skin for a few strokes, then grasped his shaft firmly and pulled it towards her mouth.

As he watched her toy with his erection Pete began to wonder if he should have negotiated for tit fucking her instead. The two fleshy globes on her chest were a spectacular sight, and the thought of sliding his cock between them until they were covered in cum was nearly irresistible. As he watched Carolyn tilted her head back and pulled his cock down until it was nearly horizontal. Her lips hovered a fraction of an inch from his throbbing erection.

"Ready for me to suck your cock?" she teased.

"Oh yea, so ready," he moaned.

He wasn't sure which excited him more, the sight of her lips wrapped around his dick, or the warm and wet feeling of her mouth around his cock. She didn't blink as she slowly inhaled almost his entire erection. As she moved her head back and it emerged from between her lips the skin glistened with her saliva. She stroked him twice, her hand sliding easily along his well lubricated shaft, then took him into her mouth again. This time when it emerged she stroked him three times before wrapping her lips around his cock again. The fingers of her other hand found his perineum and slid along the smooth skin until she was stroking his balls.

"Fuck that feels good," he moaned. She was right; her blowjobs were worth more than he had originally estimated.

She wondered if he knew she was using the ever increasing number of strokes to keep track of how long she had been sucking his dick. When she got to six she stopped.

"Time's up?" she said, licking her lips, "let's play the next hand." She stood up, letting her tits brush against his erection as she did, then turned and took her seat.

The thought of just taking off his clothes was tempting, but reluctantly Pete pulled up his underwear and jeans and buttoned them shut. He shuffled the cards and began to deal them out, "So what are we playing for this time?"

"You win, I suck your dick for two minutes, but you don't get to come in my mouth." She offered.

"And if you win?"

"I get two items of clothing back, same as last time," she said.

It was hardly a fair hand, Carolyn thought as she flipped over the last card. Pete had clearly been distracted by the sight of her bare breasts; he might as well have folded as soon as the cards had been dealt out. She picked through the pile of clothes, finally settling on her pants and his button down shirt.

"Let's make this the last hand," Pete suggested.

"Fine, what are the stakes?"

"I want another blowjob, but this time you keep sucking until I come."

"And if I win?" she asked.

"How about the same deal, I will lick your hot little cunt until you come," he offered.

At first she was shocked to hear him use the C word, but somehow it was also arousing.

"Sounds fair, but you don't get to come in my mouth. My hands, my face, my tits, whatever, just not in my mouth," she insisted.

A smile spread across her face as she picked up her last card. She had a flush, and she was almost certain there were not enough cards left in the deck for him to have a better hand. He called and flipped over one card. She reciprocated, and then he flipped another. His cards were out of order, making it more difficult to see what his hand would turn out to be.

Ironically it was the blowjob that had made him refocus on the card game. He wanted more, and the best way to get it was by beating her. It had taken all the discipline he could muster to not stare at her naked body, but he had resisted the sirens song of her ample breasts and perfect dick sucking lips. Even with his earlier lapse he was confident that his card counting was accurate enough to guarantee him a win.

Carolyn flipped over another card; there was still a chance she would win. The stakes had never been an issue, but as the hand had proceeded she found herself getting more and more aroused. She needed to come, even if it meant doing it herself, but having Pete's head buried between her legs would be much more satisfying. She watched his hand and it lifted the final card. This would tell her if she would be swallowing his cock or coming all over his face.

Pete wasn't sure if he wanted to win or not. Carolyn still had one card face down, but he was about to flip his last card. Her face would tell him the final outcome. The smell of her sex had been taunting him all night, he wasn't sure if he would rather watch her suck his dick or fuck her wet slit with his tongue. The idea of her body writhing with pleasure was intoxicating. He turned over the card and then looked her in the eye. He knew right away he had won.

"Fuck," Carolyn said under her breath as she flipped the last card. She slipped out of her chair and dropped to her knees, forcing Pete to walk over to her. Once again she unbuttoned his jeans, but this time she pulled his underwear down at the same time. His throbbing erection was at eye level.

"Don't come in my mouth," she said.

"I won't, promise."

She grabbed his cock and pulled it to her mouth, then probed it with the tip of her tongue. She felt one of his hands on the back of her head. His other hand cupped her jaw, the web of his hand pressed against her throat. She looked up at him.

"I like it rough," he said.

This time, Pete decided, it would be less about her sucking his dick and more about him fucking her mouth. If his suspicion about her wanting to be a bad girl were right she would enjoy his way much more than what she had planned to do. At first he let her set the pace. Her technique using both her hand and her mouth was fantastic. Seeing her lips wrapped around his cock was arousing, but the extra friction of her hand is what moved him closer to coming, especially when her fingers encircled the head of his erection. 

The pressure from Pete's hands was increasing. She could no longer bob her head up and down on his cock. Instead, he was moving his hips back and forth, sliding his rigid shaft through her hand and into her mouth. The web of his hand was starting to choke her, and he was pushing his cock so far into her mouth she was almost gagging. She was drooling so much that his dick was actually dripping wet. This wasn't going the way she had expected, but somehow that made it even more arousing. The tingling between her legs intensified and began to spread.

Pete thought that seeing her big tits jiggle as he fucked her mouth would be what excited him, but it wasn't. He could see her breasts, but they were slightly out of focus. What he could not stop looking at were her eyes. They were emerald green and filled with an irresistible combination of lust and submission. He felt like she was begging him to ram his cock down her throat, and that pushed him toward orgasm with an irresistible force. He fully intended to honor her rule about not coming in her mouth, but he wanted enjoy every possible second he could. There were precious few left, his balls felt like they were about to boil over. He tensed every muscle in his body, trying to hold back the inevitable.

"Oh Carolyn, I'm going to come," he moan, pulling his cock out of her mouth and pressing it between her tits. The moment the head of his cock slipped past her lips a jet of cum sprayed out. The first stream stuck the bottom of her chin, the second coated her throat. When his cock jerked for a third time it was buried in her cleavage, and that is where the remainder of his orgasm ended up. He thrust his hips upward, sliding his erection between her tits as the last bit of cum seeped out.

A low moan escaped Carolyn's lips as Pete's cock slid between her ample breasts. He had kept his promise, but just barely. She could feel his cum running down her neck and on to her tits, mixing with the pearly goo he had sprayed on to her skin. Her nipples were pressed against his hips, and the constant motion was only making her need for relief more intense.

"That was fucking awesome," Pete said, his knees still feeling a little weak. He could see by the expression on her face that she was close to climaxing herself. He was tempted to satisfy her, either with his hand or his mouth, but he knew what she needed.

"I bet you are pretty horny right now," he teased, taking a step back and admiring the amount of cum on her body. She nodded in response. "Then do something about it," he insisted.

The words took a few seconds to register. She should have been pissed, but she wasn't. Instead of giving Pete the finger for his flippant remark she gave it to herself. One of her hands was between her legs, and two of her fingers were spreading her labia apart.

"Lie down and spread your legs, I want to watch," Pete ordered.

She complied. Her other hand was on her breast, smearing the thick sticky fluid on to her swollen nipple. Her thumb brushed against her clit and her climax lurched closer.

A plan had been forming in Pete's head, but all that ground to a stop as he watched Carolyn touch her body. His eyes flicked back and forth, one second watching her tug on her cum covered nipple and the next watching her splay her labia open and toy with her clit.

"That's it, keep going. I want to see you come Carolyn, I want to see you come," he said under his breath.

Much to her surprise having Pete watch her intensified the experience. She thought she would be embarrassed having him watch her masturbate, but she was aroused instead. 

It was a tossup between what turned him on more, her compliance with his request or the sight of her fingers disappearing into her pussy. Even though he had just climaxed Pete felt his cock twitch as her fingers emerged; they glistened with her wetness. He watched her delicate pink flesh yield to her fingers and they slipped back in. His own fingers twitched, jealous of what hers were doing. In his head, he repeated the mantra 'worth the wait, worth the wait' as she toyed with her clit. Her other hand was on her breast, her cum covered nipple slipped out from between her fingertips and she pinched it. Pete licked his lips; her breasts were another feast that he was denying himself, at least for a little while longer. The skin between her tits became the change color as her climax approached. As her breathing became rapid, it caused her breasts to jiggle. Pete recalled the way it felt to have them wrapped around his cock. He whispered under his breath, "That's it baby, come for me."

Her pussy had never felt hotter or wetter; her nipples had never felt harder. When she heard him say he wanted her to come she granted his wish. The muscles in her belly clenched in a most wonderful way. She closed her eyes and arched her back, thinking what it might feel like to have his cock buried between her legs. She moaned quietly as the sensation spread through her body.  The sound of Pete's voice slowly brought her back to reality.

"Hey, get dressed."

"What? Why? Are you kicking me out?" She asked, suddenly feeling angry.

"No, not at all. I'm taking you shopping. I'm going to buy you some toys."

"Such as?"

"Do you own a riding crop?" he asked.

"No."

"Well, you will soon."

"Can I take a shower?"

"No," he said tossing her the hand towel she had been sitting on, "you can clean off your neck but not your tits," he instructed.

As she dressed, Carolyn felt his cum dripping down her breasts. Once she finished putting her clothes on she looked down at her tits, checking to see if the cum was visible through her shirt.

"Let's go, you're driving," Pete said as he opened the door to the room.







I hope you liked part 1 and will rate and comment on it. Part 2 will be in " toys and masturbation," Part 3 will be in "BDSM" ( it's my attempt at D/s ), part 4 and 5 come full circle back to Erotic coupling.



Checkout Lane Hookup Ch. 02



This is part two of a mulit part story. You can find the first part here http://www.literotica.com/s/checkout-lane-hookup-ch-01

Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for all the help. Please rate and comment on the story. Enjoy

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The dried cum that coated her tits was impossible to ignore, it felt like a scab and she wanted to peel it off. She was certain that everyone that looked at her could see it, despite the tinted windows that shielded her from the outside world. She looked over at Pete, he was in the passenger's seat, holding his phone up as the synthetic voice gave turn by turn instructions to whatever address he had put into it. 

"You destination is ahead, 800 yards," the voice chirped.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Carolyn said as she looked down the street. The only business that looked open was a sex shop.

"I thought we could broaden your horizons," Pete said as they pulled into the parking lot.

"Are you going to get a porn video?" she asked as she got out of her car.

"We can if you want, but like I said, I'm going to pick up a few toys for you," he replied.

Once inside she was struck by the way he casually picked up items, including some that she honestly could not figure out a use for. The store was clean and well lit, much more than she had expected. It looked like any other boutique shop, except that the mannequins had leather corsets and ball gags instead of swimsuits or cute shorts.

"What don't you go see if you can find a video you like?" He suggested, "Just stay away from the Japanese stuff, tentacle porn just isn't my thing."

As she wound her way up and down the rows of videos she felt embarrassed and sometimes disgusted by what she saw. She had clearly started in the more hard core section. Carolyn was tempted to leave the store and wait in the car, but she did not thing he would let her get away with it. She glanced over at Pete, he was casually chatting with one of the store's employees. It boggled her mind that people could work in a place like this.

A voice from behind her gave Carolyn a start.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you," a young woman said. She was heavily tattooed and each of her ears was pierced several times. "Can I help you find anything?"

"No, uh, yes, I'm with..." Carolyn stuttered, clearly flustered.

"I noticed, I'm guessing he is the dominant one," she said with a wry smile. "I'm Becky. This is your first time here, isn't it?"

"Is it that obvious?" 

"Well, yea, but don't worry, I'm sure you will find something you both will enjoy. Did he send you to this section?" "No, I'm just kind of wandering around. He said he was going to get some toys, whatever that means," Carolyn replied.

Becky glanced over at Pete and nodded approvingly, "He certainly is."

Carolyn could feel Becky's stare, and knew that her new acquaintance had noticed the dried cum on her breast. She rationalized that it was nothing compared to some of the other things one would encounter in an establishment like this, but she was unable to stop herself from blushing. Despite her embarrassment, she was also slightly aroused.

"So what are you two into? Bukake?" Becky asked.

"Bu-whatie?" 

"You know, videos where the woman gets come on by lots of guys.... That's the section you are standing in."

The skin on Carolyn's face turned even redder, Becky's comment removed any doubt as to whether or not she had seen the decoration Pete had left on her tits. More than ever she wanted to retreat back to the car, but was certain Pete would be very disappointed in her if she did.

"How about threesomes or couples, is what you like?" Becky ask, continuing her interrogation.

As she listened to her new companion list other options, Carolyn noticed that Becky's nipples were quite visible through her shirt. Was the reference to threesome videos an invitation? She began to wonder what kind of person worked in a place like this, and what kind of bizarre hookups they had.

"Couples, yes, couples would be good," Carolyn replied, as the redness faded from her face.

"So vanilla stuff," Becky replied, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Tonight's a vanilla night," Carolyn replied, trying to imply she wasn't a complete prude.

"I think your friend is headed this way, if there is anything I can do to help just let me know," Becky said, then turned and walked away.

As she watched the woman walk away Carolyn thought about what had transpired. How would Pete have reacted to the veiled offer of a threesome? Did Becky have any idea that she had met Pete only a few hours ago and already sucked his cock? She glanced at Becky one more time, the woman was very thin. Her hair was jet black with streaks of purple in it. One of her ear rings glinted in the light and Carolyn wondered what other parts of her body had piercings. What would it be like to share Pete with another woman? Was Becky more interested in Pete or was she more the bi-curious type?

Carolyn decided to take the woman's advice; she looked at the signs on the end of each row, trying to find something that would interest her, finally settling on a movie in couple's category. She was reading the summary of a movie when Pete approached her. He stopped behind her and put his hands around her waist.

"So far nothing that I would get off to," she said.

"That's okay; I think we can find some toys you might enjoy. I already bought you something."

"Really, what[M1]?"

"These," Pete said, opening his hand. Resting in his palm were two silver balls.

"What are those for?" she asked.

"This," he replied, sliding his hand inside her pants. Carolyn gasped and her face turned bright red as she felt his fingers against her sex. She tried to break free of his grasp, but he held her tightly as he slipped the two balls inside her.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she hissed.

"Giving you a new experience," he replied.

"Where is the bathroom? I'm not going to walk around with those things inside me," she said.

"The bathroom is over there, but I bet by the time you get there you will change your mind." Carolyn glared at him. He smiled back and she felt her rage subsiding. She turned and took a step toward the bathroom. The balls shifted as she walked and the tingling sensation began to spread outward. She stopped and turned around, Pete was right behind her. "Are they going to fall out?" she asked, imagining how embarrassed she would be if one hit the floor in front of another patron.

"No."

She took another step, the balls moved again. This time she felt a shiver move up her spine.

"I should make you take them out," she said.

"Well, I can't go into the bathroom with you, so it will have to be out here. Unless, of course you want to go back out to your car, but that would end the shopping trip before I can buy you something you will like."

"I guess I can wait until we get back to the hotel, now what are you going to buy me?" Carolyn said. She had never considered herself a material girl, but the idea of him buying her something she would never have the nerve to purchase was an offer she could not refuse.

As she followed him through the store the balls continued to do their job, pressing against the inside of her vagina. She smiled as she walked past other people in the store, wondering if they had any idea how aroused she was. The balls were her little secret, one her swollen nipples were likey to betray. She wondered if she could take them to work with her. Standing in front of a customer while the balls silently worked their magic would be a real test of her poker face. 

Pete had stopped in front of her and picked up a riding crop. The end had metal studs embedded in it. He slapped it into the palm of his hand and immediately had Carolyn's attention.

"How about this?" he asked.

"I'm not sure what I would do with that."

"I could show you," he said, tapping it against the side of her breast. The tingling sensation spread a bit more.

"Okay, but maybe something without studs, those look like they could hurt."

"Fair enough, how about this one?"

She watched as he selected a black leather riding crop from the shelf. Unlike the other one, the tip one this one was smooth. He pressed it against the side of her neck and slid it up to her ear. A quiet moan escaped her lips as the rough edge brushed against her earlobe.

"Of course, that's not all it can be used for," Pete said, quickly yanking it away and slapping her ass with it. It stung, but not in a bad way. She shot him a look of disbelief.

"They expect you to try these things out," he explained, as if he were shopping for something as normal as a writing pen.

"I want it, buy it for me," she said, wondering if she would have the nerve to use it on him.

"And if you liked that, I think you will enjoy this as well," he said, picking up something with a short handle. Several leather strips hung loosely from the end. He offered it to her.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's called a flogger."

She hefted the item, trying to judge the weight of it.

"What is it used for?" she asked.

"For whipping people."

"Like this?" she said, swinging it low so the leather strips slapped against his ass. "You said they expect us to try them out." Much to her amazement she felt a bit of a rush as the leather slapped against Pete's jeans.

"Yes and yes. That's exactly what it is used for."

"Good, buy this too," she said, handing it back to him.

"Okay, there is something else I want you to look at."

Once again, she followed him through the maze of isle until he stopped in front of a shelf labeled "Restraints."

"I think these will come... in handy," he said, picking up a matching pair of leather wrist and ankle cuffs.

"You think I am going to let you tie me up?" she asked.

"You can use them on me if you like, but I think you will enjoy it more if I do all the work," he countered.

She took one of the cuffs from him. It was smooth black leather with a brass buckle. Her pulse quickened the moment she touched it. What the hell had gotten in to her? She never thought she would have the nerve to let anyone, let alone someone she had only known for a few hours, treat her like this. She shifted her weight, causing the balls to move, and soft moans escaped her lips. She imagined being naked and tied up, Pete standing over her with the riding crop in one hand and the flogger in the other. He would be wearing only his tight fitting jeans as he made her beg for his cock. Her nipples were so swollen that they began to ache when Pete's voice intruded into her fantasy.

"I already have a few other things at the counter, but those are surprises. You will just have to trust me on that."

"Okay," she replied, "can we look around some more?"

"Of course."

As they wandered about the store, she picked up a few things and asked Pete about them. He seemed well versed in most of the items the store offered. Carolyn found herself staring at a leather getup called "Merry Widow."

"Would you buy me this?" she asked.

"Only if you changed into it here and wore it all the way back to the hotel," Pete replied.

Carolyn considered his offer, not sure if she had the nerve to wear such a revealing outfit in public. The truth was she had swimsuits that showed just as much skin, but this one was obviously for sex, where her bikinis had other legitimate uses. She wondered if Becky would enjoy seeing her parade though the store in such a tight fitting outfit. She felt Pete's arms wrap around her and heard his voice in her ear.

"I bought you something else."

"What?"

"This," he replied, pressing something against her sex. She heard a buzzing noise and immediately recognized it as a vibrator.

"What are you doing?" she asked as the vibrations reached balls to shake inside her pussy.

"I thought it would be fun to make you come in the middle of the store," he answered.

Carolyn started to protest, but before a sound escaped her lips the sliver orbs began to vibrate and her knees' felt weak. His arms held her tightly, her skin felt hot, but she wasn't sure if it was from being embarrassed or aroused.

"That's it baby, come for me. You know you want to," Pete whispered in her ear. Rational thought was being drowned out by the endorphins flowing through her body. She realized that walking around with the silver balls inside her pussy had allowed a climax to sneak up on her, and now Pete was making her aware how close she was to having an orgasm. While his left hand held the toy against her sex his right hand slipped inside the collar of the shirt and beneath her bra.

"Oh, fuck, don't do this to me," she begged, but her voice lacked conviction.

"Tell me to stop and I will, but I don't think you want that. You are so close, just let go."

She could feel his hard cock pressed against her ass and wondered how long he had been walking around with an erection. She guessed that was normal for places like this, how could guys not get hard if every form of sex imaginable surrounded them? Alternatively, maybe she was making him hard, a thought she found flattering. His words echoed in her head, she closed her eyes and forgot about the store, forgot about Becky and thought only of the warm tingling sensation that was spreading outward from her pussy.

"Let go," Pete whispered again. He was jealous of Carolyn and the fact that she could climax and then walk out of the store with no one knowing. He could easily work himself into an orgasmic frenzy just by rubbing his cock against her ass, but walking through the store with cum stained jeans would be awkward.

"Oh yes, yes, oh, oh, oh," she moaned.

He slipped his hand further into her shirt, his fingers found her nipple and he rolled it between his digits. He wished he could slid his other hand into her pants, but that would be pushing the limits a bit too far. The store's staff seemed to be willing to let things slide, but would probably step in if he started finger fucking her in the middle of the video isle.

"Fuck. Yes, Yes! Yes!" Carolyn said, her voice going progressively louder. 

Pete yanked his hand out of her shirt and clamped it over her mouth, but didn't back off the pressure against her sex. He could feel her hips gyrating back and forth, first pressing against his throbbing erection, then against his hand and the vibrator he held.

"Mffmm, Grrrrl. Mmmm," she moaned loudly into his hand, her voice suppressed just enough that it wasn't audible over the music playing in the store.

"That's it Carolyn, come for me, come for me," he said, his voice just loud enough for her alone to hear.

The world outside of Pete's arms had ceased to exist. She had forgotten she was in public, forgotten that someone other than Pete could see here. She had not even considered the fact that the store's surveillance cameras were probably watching her. Even his hand on her mouth was a turn on. She squirmed in his grasp, but had no desire to break free. The orgasm that had been building since he slipped the shiny silver balls into her cunt exploded, it was all she could do to remain standing as her body was rocked by waves of pleasure.

As her legs gave out Pete tightened his grip on Carolyn, supporting the weight of body. Gradually her writhing slowed and she peeled his hand off her mouth.

"Holy fucking shit," she said her eyes still a bit unfocused.

"First time having sex in public?" he asked.

"Does that count?" she replied.

"It does if you came."

"I did, do you think anyone noticed?" she said, her cheeks beginning to flush crimson again.

"Probably not, and even if they did I doubt they would care. If you are ready we can go back to the hotel and do this again with no clothes on."

Pete walked to the register; the clerk picked up a bag from the floor and added the riding crop, the flogger and the restraints to the bag. He pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and peeled a few off, then handed them to the clerk. She couldn't see exactly how much Pete gave the clerk, but she saw at least one hundred dollar bill. She was both embarrassed about what had just happened and flattered that he was spending so much money.

Grabbing the bag Pete headed for the door. He held it close, trying to cover the bulge in his pants. He could barely contain his excitement; Carolyn was turning out to be exactly what he was looking for.

"Uh, can I drive with these things?" she asked, pointing to her belly.

"Yea, yea, unless it makes you uncomfortable," he answered.

"I think I will just leave them...." Her voice trailed off as she sat down in the driver seat. The balls were several things, but uncomfortable was not one of them.

Pete set the bag in the back seat, but before he shut the door he removed the riding crop, and then sat down in the passenger's seat. He watched Carolyn put the car into gear and pull out of the parking lot. He grinned at the fact the car had a manual transmission, knowing that each time she shuffled her feet to change gears, the balls inside her pussy would move around.

"Are you driving distracted?" Pete teased when he heard her sigh.

"Maybe," she said as the car slowed to stop at a red light.

Pete slapped the riding crop against her hand, and then slid it up her arm, over her shoulder and on to the exposed skin of her breasts, "How about now?"

"Oh shit," she moaned, "definitely now. You can't do that once the light turns green..."

Contrary to almost every other time she had been stopped at a traffic light Carolyn was hoping the signal stayed red. Once again she was acutely aware of the dried cum on her tits. She felt the smooth leather tip of the riding crop slip under the fabric of her shirt and across the top of her breast. Griping the shaft of the stick shift, she slipped the car into neutral, and then let the clutch out. The movement of her leg was just enough to make the balls inside her pussy move in a delightful way. Pete withdrew the toy and placed it so the tip rested on her thigh until the next red light.

There was a car in the next lane, but she didn't care. It was probably dark enough that they could not see into her car, but even if it were broad daylight she would not have stopped Pete. The tip of the riding crop slipped under her shirt and bra, the smooth leather moved across her skin. The riding crop nudged her nipple and she let out a soft moan. She was about to come again and still had her clothes on. The prospect of being naked and tied up with Pete both terrified and delighted her at the same time. She thought about just finding a secluded parking lot and fucking Pete in her car, but she knew he would not allow it.

As he stroked her breast with the riding crop Pete wondered if driving while having an orgasm was covered under the distracted driving law. He smirked as he imagined Carolyn trying to complete a field sobriety test with the balls inside her. When the light turned green he signed and put the riding crop back into his lap.

"It's green," he said with a smile.

Each time the car stopped, Pete probed a different part of her body with the riding crop. She felt it against her thigh, her face and the back of her neck. When she finally stopped in the motel parking lot, he lightly tapped her nipple. She was about to grab him and fuck him in the car, but he opened the door and got out before she get her seat belt off.

"Come on," Pete said, pulling the bag out of the car, "let's get back to the room."

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I hope you enjoyed the story. Part 3 will be in the BDSM category. Please rate and comment on the story. 



Checkout Lane Hookup Ch. 03



This is part 3 of a 5 part story. It starts with this one http://www.literotica.com/s/checkout-lane-hookup-ch-01

Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for fixing my horrid grammar and an occasional bit of inspiration. 

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Pete shut the door to the room and locked it, then smiled at Carolyn. Her nipples were noticeably erect, and knowing that she was aroused made her that much sexier. Her compliant behavior at the sex shop meant that the night held almost endless possibilities. It would be easy to just peel her clothes off and fuck her, but he knew the items he had just purchased would make this night unforgettable. He set the bag down and withdrew the riding crop. Before she could turn around and see what he was doing Pete swung it up between her legs and pressed the thin shaft against her.

"Turn to your left and put your hands on the wall," he said sternly.

Carolyn did as she was told. The silver balls shifted slightly as she turned, causing her to sigh. He was still pressing the toy against her cunt, and when she leaned forward and assumed the position as instructed she felt the shaft slide between her ass cheeks. Then for a few seconds, there was nothing. Time seemed to slow down. She wondered what was coming next. He had already done so many unexpected things. She felt like she was staring into an abyss, not knowing what would emerge next. The swishing sound of the riding crop slicing through the air gave her a hint about what was about to happen. Her body tensed, anticipating the impact. The balls shifted again, sending a wave of pleasure through her body while she waited for pain. The sharp sting of the riding crop on her ass pierced the calm a split second before she heard the sound of the impact. The pleasure from the balls in her pussy and the bite of the riding crop existed in her mind briefly, then she discarded the feeling of pain. The second blow was the same as the first, a moment of pain and then bliss.

Slipping his hand through the wrist strap, Pete let the riding crop dangle for moment, then slipped his thumbs inside the waistband of her pants. He pulled them down until her ass was fully exposed, and for a moment he just looked at her. Carolyn's anatomy had a graceful curve that he found very attractive. His hand hovered above her ass until his willpower failed him and he gave her a firm slap. The impact rippled across her skin and all Pete could think of was fucking her right there. His cock strained against the button fly of his jeans, begging to be released so it could penetrate her, but Pete stiffened his resolve to stick to the plan.

It was impossible not to feel venerable as she stood there in a dark room with a man she barely knew, her pants pulled down to mid thigh and her hands against the wall. Yet she had never felt more aroused. She yelped when Pete spanked her, then waited patiently, silently praying for his cock to fill her up.

Pete grasped the riding crop again, knowing that each time he touched her it sapped his will power. The toy would have to insulate him from the electrifying feel of her body. With a flick of his wrist he brought the tip of the riding crop between her legs and delivered a gentle but well aimed blow to her sex.

Carolyn felt the smooth leather flap at the tip of the riding crop pressed against her labia. She bit her lip, but was unable to stop a soft whimper from escaping. The tip moved away and the braided leather shaft slid between her wet lips and passed over her clitoris. It moved back and forth like a saw cutting through a tree.

One by one Pete unfastened the buttons on the fly of his jeans. This wasn't part of his plan, but he was unable to stop his hand. He was intoxicated by the smell of her sex, but managed to stop his rebellious hand before it freed his cock from the thin restraint of his boxer briefs.

The tingling between her legs was beginning to spread, but Carolyn tried to resist. She had already come twice without being penetrated; she wanted to have him inside her when she came again. As the riding crop slid away she felt every bump on its surface as it passed over her clit, between her labia and finally against her ass. She braced herself for the return stroke, knowing it would probably give her an orgasm she didn't want to have, but it never arrived. Instead she felt an unexpected sting on her ass as the riding crop slapped against her skin.

"Fuck!" she cried out, her voice expressing a mixture of surprise and pain. She also felt a sense of relief, the climax that had been building ebbed away. She heard the next blow coming before it hit; she gritted her teeth and accepted it with silence.

"You like?" Pete asked.

She nodded in response, not knowing why.

"There will be more... later," he said, releasing the handle and letting the riding crop hang from its wrist strap.

He approached from behind and embraced her, pressing his rigid shaft against her round ass, a minor concession to his aching cock. Only the thin material of his underwear separated his throbbing erection from her soft, warm flesh. He wrapped his arms around her, his biceps pressing against her breasts and his hands resting on her hips.

Arching her back she squeezed his erection between her ass checks, pleasantly surprised that she didn't feel the rough denim of his jeans. He had a goldilocks penis, not so big it would hurt when he fucked her and not so small that she would wonder if it was inside her or not. She moaned when he slid his hand between her legs.

"Fuck yes," she whispered as his fingers probed her sex. If this is what all one night stands were like she could see herself having more of them. Carolyn gasped as his fingers plunged into her wet slit, before she knew what was happening he had extracted the two silver balls and his hands were back on her hips.

Pete dropped the balls, they hit the carpet with a soft thud, then he pulled his cock out of his boxers. What he was about to do would strain his willpower to its absolute limit. He put his hands back on her ass and spread her cheeks apart. She bent her back and raised her hips, as if to offer him her sex. Pete's eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could see the soft curves of her vulva. Grabbing his cock he touched the tip to her soft, wet flesh. The temptation to penetrate her was almost too much. It would be so easy to ram his dick into her pussy. He imagined pounding his hips against her round ass as she screamed with pleasure, but he held back.

"You want my cock?" he asked.

"Yes, please, please, I need to come with you inside me," she begged.

"You think you are ready?"

"So ready, so, so ready,"

Pete moved his cock up and down, splaying apart her labia. She felt hot and wet. He smiled.

"Please, please fuck me," she beseeched him.

"Well, if you are good, if you do as I tell you, then you will get what you ask for," he said, pulling his cock away.

"So now what?" she huffed, disappointed that he had only been teasing her.

"So now you go take a shower," he said.

"Alone?" she asked. She tried to turn and face him, but he stopped her.

"Do you mind if I watch? You know, just to make sure you don't miss anything. I promise to behave."

"I think I know how to take a shower," she huffed; disappointed that he was going to make her wait for his cock, but aroused at the thought of being naked in front of him again.

"Just go in the bathroom and get started," he replied, pulling her pants back up.

Carolyn turned and walked into the bathroom. It was windowless and completely dark. She turned on the light, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. "I am so fucking horny," she said to herself.

As she peeled off her clothes, she realized she was getting naked for the second time for a man she had only known for a few hours. Shaking her head, she reached in and turned on the shower, then waited for the water to warm up. She stepped into the shower and picked up the small bottle of shampoo that seemed to be ubiquitous to hotel rooms. It had a tropical scent to it, mostly coconut. When she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair Carolyn realized Pete was in the room. She pretended he wasn't there and picked up the bottle of body wash. As she spread the soap over her breasts she decided a little payback teasing was in order. Carolyn squeezed the bottle again and drizzled the milky white fluid on to her tits, making certain her nipples were completely covered. When she was done she snapped the cap shut and dropped the bottle, then scooped up her breasts and began to caress them. She pinched her swollen nipples, giggling as the slippery buds popped out from between her fingers. Pressing her tits together she imagined what it would be like to have Pete's hard cock thrusting into her ample cleavage.

"Out damned spot," she said as she scrubbed away the dried cum that he had decorated her tits with before they went shopping. Once she had rinsed the suds away, she turned to face him.

"Is that to your satisfaction?" she asked, shouting over the noise of the shower. He tempted to pull out his dick and begin to stroke it, but knew stopping would exceed what little discipline he had left.

"Not quite, take the shower wand and put it between your legs," he instructed.

It was clear to Carolyn that he wanted to see her masturbate again, and she found herself eager to indulge his fetish. The shopping excursion had been one long foreplay session and she was ready to come again, although she did wonder why he didn't just join her in the shower.

Pete reluctantly shifted his gaze away from Carolyn's breasts. He usually did not have such an obsession with breasts, but from the moment he saw her impressive cleavage at the store he had not been able to get enough of them. He expected her to resist his suggestion that she masturbate with the shower massage, but she seemed quite willing. His estimate of what it would take to push her limits had been a bit conservative, but he had plenty of other ideas. He wistfully bid goodbye to her plump tits and their swollen nipples and cast his gaze at her pussy. This was something else he had guessed wrong about. He expected her to only have shaved to her bikini line, but instead she was bald save a small triangle of curly hair that ended about an inch above her vulva.

"What's hotter, the water or your cunt?" he asked, switching his gaze to her face. He wanted to see how she reacted to the word he used.

"I am," she replied, surprised at how quickly she was getting acclimated to the word.

"After I'm done watching you play with yourself I'm going to tie you up and try out some of the toys I bought you," he said.

"Is this what you want?" she asked, grabbing the shower massage and sticking it between her legs.

"No," he said, opening the door to the shower and placing his hand over hers, "you went too fast."

At first she didn't understand what he meant. He guided the shower massage back up until the water was spraying on to her throat. He held it there for a moment, then he steered it towards her right breast. As he guided it his grip on her hand tightened and he flicked the lever on the shower from SPRAY to MASSAGE. The spray changed from dozens of needle like jets to a steady pulse. When the water began to hammer against her nipples she let out a quiet moan. Pete released his grip and stepped back, but did not shut the door the shower. 

"Now, move it to your other breast, and go slow."

Staring directly at him she complied with his order. The water pummeled the upper part of her breast, as it approached her nipple she could feel her heart rate accelerating. Pete was still looking her into her eyes.

"Now go down, there's no rush."

The water hit her skin and then bounced off. A few of the droplets escaped the shower and coated the hair on his chest like morning dew. Pete had turned his attention to the water as it slowly meandered down her body. Carolyn felt flattered by the way his eyes looked at her. They didn't play favorites, instead of skipping from her tits to her pussy he took in every inch of her body.

"Stop," he said as the water began to saturate the small patch of hair just above her vulva.

He was staring into her eyes again. She knew what he wanted, but wasn't sure why he had stopped her. Her pussy was already tingling in anticipation of feeling the hot water that was splashing against her mons. She moved her hand lower. Pete shook his head and she stopped.

"Can you come for me again?" he asked.

Carolyn nodded, and Pete returned the gesture. This would not be the first time she had used a shower massage to get off, but having Pete watch made it more exciting. She lowered her hand and directed the full force of the shower to that magic spot between her legs.

The water pounding against her sex was arousing, but his words turned her on even more. Even though she had never had someone tie her up she was looking forward to being at his mercy. She recalled the way the riding crop had felt against her skin at the sex shop, in the car, and when they had returned to the room. She wondered where he would use it on her next. The obvious answer was her breasts; he was clearly quite taken with them. But he also liked to tease her, she imagined him starting with some other part of her body and slowly working his way towards her tits. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs, gradually radiating outwards.

"And when I'm done with the toys I'm going to fuck you," he said, still watching the way her face reacted to his words. "I'm going to shove my hard cock into your cunt and I'm going to fuck you until I come." At first the reaction to his words was muted at best. Her eyes appeared unfocused, but her lip quivered slightly. Pete grinned, certain that she having another orgasm.

Somehow his voice cut through the sound of the shower like a knife. It was the thought of finally being penetrated that pushed her over the edge. She was sure the toys would be enjoyable, even though she didn't know what some of the boxes she had carried in contained. She had noticed that the final bill was several hundred dollars and guessed that kind of money should buy a lot of orgasms. But it was the thought of having his throbbing erection between her legs that made her come. She knew what it felt like in her mouth and wanted to know what it would be like when it split apart her labia and filled her pussy. The orgasm had not been as intense as the one from the vibrator in the sex shop and ended with a quiet moan escaping her lips. The shower wand slipped out of her grasp and water sprayed all around the stall. She bent over, pausing for a few seconds to tease him with the sight of the water dripping off her erect nipples.

"Don't stand up, but turn toward the wall," he said.

Curious to see what he wanted, she complied. As she felt him staring at her ass, she felt a bit uncomfortable and exposed. Carolyn considered her ass off limits and wondered if she would have the wherewithal to say no to him if he tried to push her too far.

As he stared at her cunt Pete felt his cock swell, and his determination to stick to his plan of teasing Carolyn wavered. It seemed like the blood his brain needed to think had been redirected to fuel his throbbing erection. Even his hands were drawn towards her, as if her round ass had a gravitation pull. The temptation to take her was nearly irresistible. He imagined putting his hands on her ass cheeks and driving his throbbing erection into her dripping wet slit, but he knew it would be worth waiting until the right moment. After taking one more look at her plump ass and smooth, hairless pussy he turned walked out of the room.

The shower wand was still swinging, spraying water on to her leg, but her upper body was beginning to get cold. When she stood up he was gone.

The noise from the shower stopped and Pete looked towards the bathroom door. He wondered how long she would make him wait. Everything was ready; he had removed all the toys from their boxes and laid them out on the nightstand. All but one were covered by a towel. The restraints were attached to the bed frame. The wrist and ankle cuffs lay on the bed, waiting for their victim. He closed his hand around the first toy she would experience, nipple clamps. These were not just cheap alligator clips with a latex cover on the jaws. These were designed to squeeze the perfect amber nubs that were perched on Carolyn's large breasts from all sides with curved jaws. The clamps were ornate and had a solid feel to them. A substantial chain joined them together.

When she emerged from the bathroom she was pleased to see Pete was still shirtless. He stood barefoot, clad only in his tight fitting 501 jeans. She was equally pleased to note the bulge in his pants. Without saying a word he approached her, and then stepped behind her.

"Ready to begin?" he asked.

She nodded; the climax in the shower had done little to quell her appetite for sex. She could feel his breath on her neck. His wrists rested on her shoulders and his hands glided down across her skin. One hand cupped her left breast, lifting it up. She closed her eyes as she felt something brush against her nipple. She felt him squeezing the amber bud, but it did not feel like his fingers. She looked down and saw a pewter band wrapped around her nipple. She remembered seeing him purchase it, but didn't know what it was. A chain of the same material ran from the clamp up across her breast and behind her neck. Before she could say anything he had lifted her right breast and applied the second clamp. When he removed his hand gravity took over and she felt a gentle tug on both her nipples as the chain was stretched taut. It wasn't painful, but it was impossible to ignore.

"Lay on your back," Pete said, motioning to the bed.

The sight of the restraints made her heart skip a beat, for a moment she stared at them in disbelief. She was going to allow someone to tie her up. Carolyn remembered that no one knew where she was or who she was with. The only evidence that she was even at the hotel was her car parked in the lot. She realized that trusting Pete was a big risk, but she trusted him not to abuse the faith she had in him.

"On the bed, now," Pete ordered, suppressing a grin. She was finally resisting, this was where the real fun would begin. This is where he would push her limits.

As she crawled on to the bed every movement caused her breasts to sway, and those movements were amplified by the metal clamps that pinched her nipples. Once she was in the center of the bed she rolled on to her back. The tension on the clamps subsided a bit, and then she felt him grab one of her ankles and begin to apply the restraint.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" he asked.

She shook her head in response; her mouth was parched and seemed incapable of speech.

"I'm going to give you a safe word. Say it and everything stops. You can go home, but there's no taking it back. Only use it if you are absolutely certain you don't want to know how this is going to end. Your safe word is crisis," he said has he threaded the leather strap through the brass buckle.

"So...so...you have done this before?" she stuttered, finally remembering how to talk.

"A few times, and the two people that used the safe word, they begged for a second chance," he replied.

"Did you give it to them?"

"Eventually, but I made them wait quite a while, and we don't have that kind of time." he replied as he secured her other leg.

As he placed her wrist in the leather band Pete glanced down at Carolyn's tits. The nipple clamps added to the erotic appeal. She was watching him tie her up, but he didn't feel the need to meet her gaze. He finished cinching the strap tight and moved on the to the final wrist cuff. The material of his jeans felt very constricting on his erection, but he wasn't quite ready for her to see him naked. He wasn't hiding anything, she was quite aware what his penis looked like, and to some degree, what it felt like, but having pants on while she was naked made it clear that she was the submissive. He buckled the final cuff and picked up the flogger from the night stand. He also rolled the towel back to reveal the next implement, a riding crop. He stood at the foot of the bed, evaluating his captive and deciding where to start.




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Most of Pete's body was blocked from view by her breasts, she could only see him from the shoulders up, and whatever part of her appeared in the gap between her tits. Now, her eyes were fixed on what appeared in that small window. She could see just a bit of the flogger's shaft, he was holding it in front of his wonderfully sculpted abs. The image was a delightful combination of pleasure and pain.

"Let's start with a discussion about your anatomy," Pete said, dragging the tendrils of the flogger along the inside of her thigh until they rested on her vulva, "I'd call this your cunt, is that what you call it? I think we should agree on a term, just to make sure we understand each other."

Suddenly an x-rated thesaurus opened in Carolyn's head, works like pussy, slit, and vag, swirled around until she finally picked one, "Twat, I usually say that."

"Hmm," he mused, "I'm going to ram my dick into your twat, and it just doesn't flow. Does cunt work for you?"

Her first thought was no, but she wasn't exactly in a position to negotiate. Her only way out was the safe word and that meant going home and finding a way to get her off. She was certain that Pete would not have much trouble finding a more willing partner to satisfy his needs. The word he chose was more of an insult than anything else.

"Why don't you try it out? Tell me you want my dick in your cunt," he teased.

"I...I... I want...want your dick in my cunt," she stuttered. It didn't sound as bad as she imagined.

"It sounds even better when you say it," he replied.

Carolyn grimaced; certain this was not a battle she would win. She repeated the word in her head, trying to subdue its offensive nature.

While still holding the flogger so it draped over her sex Pete maneuvered around the bed and put one knee on it so he could lean over Carolyn. He lifted the flogger and slapped the side of her breast.

"Tell you what, since I picked the last word, you get to pick this one. I say boobs..."

"I'd prefer breasts," she replied, "but I'm okay with tits."

"Can you use each in a sentence please," he requested.

Unable to suppress her inner smartass she tried to think of something that wasn't erotic and replied, "My breasts get sweaty when I run."

"I'm not sure that works for me, can you try something with tits," he said.

Carolyn decided to play along, "I want you to come on my tits."

"That's much better," he said, swinging the flogger so the leather strips brushed against her nipples. "Would you like to try again with breasts?"

"One time I came just from someone touching my breasts," she said, fondly recalling the memory.

"Oh really, I'm intrigued, please go on," he said.

It had only happened once; with halting speech she described how her boyfriend at the time had teased her unmercifully with light touches and kisses. Despite the fact they were both naked and he was on top of her he avoided any contact with her sex. Each time his throbbing erection brushed against the inside of her thigh it heightened her arousal. He had planted soft kisses all around her nipples, and whispered things in her ear that made her face blush and her pussy wet. When he finally wrapped his lips around one of her swollen nipples and pinched firm amber flesh with his teeth it set off an explosion between her legs. They had never been able to repeat it, and no lover since had displayed the patience needed to give her another boobgasm.

"I hate to disappoint you, but I don't think I can be that patient, at least not tonight," he confessed, slapping the side of her breast again, "and I have already accommodated your other request."

Carolyn bit her lip as he struck her again. He was alternating between striking the inside of one breast then the outside curve of the other. Each time the flogger slapped against her skin the stinging grew a bit more intense. The small portion of her breast that she could see had taken on a pinkish hue, like mild sunburn. Each time he flogged her she felt the nipple clamps tug on her tender flesh. The next time the leather strips slapped against her skin it was on her ribs, not her now tender breasts. Each strike moved closer to her sex.

The leather whipped over her hips, then the exposed part of her ass. Finally she felt it along the inside of her thighs. Later she would marvel at how precise he had been. The strips slapped against her skin a fraction of an inch from her labia, but never quite touched them. It was exquisite torture, holding her on the very edge of climax.

"I think we are done with this," he said, setting the flogger on the bed. He folded back the towel and picked up his next toy, the riding crop, then walked to the foot of the bed. He found the view of Carolyn on the bed spread eagle and naked to be quite pleasing. She was certainly a woman with curves, but not quite to the point of being thick or heavy. He suspected that the girth of her thighs was due to muscle, and the slight bulge between her breasts and her hips just added to her charm. He appreciated the way she had trimmed her pubic hair, giving him an unobstructed view of her vulva from his current vantage point. Her inner lips barely protruded past her pouty outer labia. He was anxious to see how they felt against his tongue and wrapped around his cock. Pete wondered if she knew how much his cock ached to be inside her, but he knew rushing in would deprive both of them of something wonderful.

He watched her tits rise and fall with each breath. He could see her face and knew she was aware of the way his eyes scoured every inch of her body. He noticed her breasts had settled in such a way that the chain between the nipples clamps had gone slack. He tapped the inside of her calf with the riding crop, she reacted and the chain went taut again, pulling on her delectable amber flesh.

"Look at the ceiling, not at me," Pete ordered.

Following instructions wasn't always her strong suit, but her desire for more of what he was giving her tempered any inclination to be rebellious. She could feel the leather flap at the end of the riding crop tapping against her leg as it moved closer and closer to her twat. No, to her cunt, she thought, mentally correcting herself. The word was losing it ugliness, now it gave her a chill. He had stopped slapping her with the toy, now he was stroking the back of her knee with the rough edge of the leather flap. His action made her aware of a nerve that appeared to run from her knee straight to her sex. She writhed as he continued to probe at this newly discovered erogenous zone. The way she moved set off a chain reaction, first her breasts moved, then the nipple clamps pulled her skin tight, which lead to more writhing and finally a loud moan as the tingling sensation between her legs spread outward.

He waited until she was still again before moving past her knee. As he worked his way up her inner thigh Pete moved the riding crop from one side to the other, left side, right side, left side, right side until the leather flap rested a fraction of an inch from her labia. He slid it across her skin until it was just above her clitoris, then pressed down. He was tempted to rip open his jeans and plunge his throbbing erection into her hot, wet tunnel. He had no doubt that the result would be extremely pleasurable to all parties involved, but the reward for just a bit more patience would be worth it. He moved to the side of the bed, leaning over it like a pool player lining up a difficult shot. He slid the tip of the riding crop along the midline of her body until it rested between her heaving bosoms.

"Fuck me," she said under her breath, not sure if it was a request or an exclamation.

Carolyn found herself focused almost completely on the riding crop. She knew Pete was in the room and that he was controlling it, but she was not tempted to take her eyes from the spot on the ceiling she had been staring at. Instead she concentrated on the smooth patch of leather as it traversed her body. It continued its trek until the tip of the riding crop was resting on her throat, then it reversed course and began to move back down her body. She tried to will it to go faster as it crept over her shoulder and on to her chest. The tingling sensation continued to spread as she felt the riding crop glide over the top of her breast. She let out a yelp when it slapped against the outside curve of her left breast. She moaned when he used the shaft to lift the chain and tug on the nipple clamp. She pulled against the restraint, but was unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. The sound of the leather patch against her skin was almost as arousing as the sting she felt at the point of impact. Each time he struck her the blow landed a bit closer to her nipple. He wasn't hitting her very hard, but her skin was still tender from the flogger.

"Would you like to come?" He teased, brushing the smooth leather patch against the small portion of her nipple that protruded from its metal restraint.

"Yes," she moaned, "I want you inside me."

"That's not going to happen," he said, taunting her, "not yet. But I will lick your hot little cunt if you ask nicely."

It wasn't what she wanted to hear, "No, I want you inside me... please..."

"That's not an option, perhaps you want more of this," he said, slapping the side of her breast again with the riding crop.

"No, no, I want you; I want you to lick me..."

"I'm sorry; you are going to have to be a bit more precise. Where do you want me to lick you?"

It was clear if she wanted any kind of release she could have to concede to his request, "I want you to lick my cunt until I come, please."

"I can do that, and it probably won't take long to give you what you want," he said, placing the leather covered shaft between her tits.

Pete circled back to the foot of the bed and crawled on to it. He lowered his head and kissed the back of her knee, then began to work his way towards her sex. His cock ached in protest, demanding to be released from its denim restraints, but he ignored it. By the time his lips reached the middle of her thigh he could feel the heat emanating from between Carolyn's legs. He paused when he reached the apex of her legs, taking a long look at her sex. There was a wet spot on the sheets, evidence of her arousal. The skin was a darker hue than normal. He ran the tip of his tongue along the length of her labia, savoring her essence.

Carolyn pulled on the restraints again, trying to squirm away from Pete's mouth. She knew her climax was inevitable, but this wasn't the way she wanted it to happen. She wanted him to fuck her until she came. Her attempt to escape worked against her; it caused her breasts to jiggle. The clamps tugged on her nipples, pushing her closer to coming.

The sound of her pleading for his cock was music to Pete's ears. As he slipped his tongue inside her his erection ached with jealousy. The feeling of her soft, wet flesh against his tongue sent a chill down his spine. He pushed a finger past her labia; he wanted to feel her come from the inside. Pete pursed his lips and blew on her clit, then lapped at it with his tongue. 

"No, no, I don't want to come like this," she protested, but it was in vain. She felt his tongue swirl around her clitoris and her climax exploded, surging through her body. She felt a second finger inside her pussy and his lips wrapped around her clit. Her entire body gyrated with pleasure; she fought in vain against the restraints as her orgasm ran its course.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, oh, ah, ah, yes," she moaned and the muscles in her belly contracted in ways she could not control.

Stopping to admire the results of his efforts Pete smiled as he watched Carolyn writhe with pleasure. Her body was covered in sweat. He could feel her vagina clamping down on his fingers. Before she stopped squirming he had picked up the next toy, a rather elaborate vibrator. Just past the handle two thin wands protruded, perpendicular to the main shaft. At the end of each, and the main shaft, were small vibrating motors.

"Remember when I asked you if you had ever had a multiple orgasm? I think the next time I ask the answer will be yes."

She had barely processed the words when she felt her labia being spread apart. She thought her orgasm was over, but discovered she was just in the trough between the waves of her climax. As the buzzing shaft penetrated her sex she felt her orgasm returning. Something touched her ass, and before she could protest one of the side shaft had slipped between her cheeks and was buzzing against her ass.

"No, no, no," she moaned.

With a bit of flourish Pete let go of the other side shaft, letting it slap against her skin. He had twisted the toy just enough so that it would not strike her clit directly. Once it was against her skin he rotated it so the buzzing end rested against the most sensitive part of her sex. He pulled the toy back, and then plunged it into her again, ignoring her protests. She fought against the restraints, moaning loudly.

He had deliberately concealed it from Carolyn, suspecting she would not have agreed to let him use it on her. She would probably object most strenuously to the part that touched her ass. He had not broached the subject, but she seemed the 'exit only' type. It was the second time he had purchased this particular toy. He had even considered bringing the one he already owned with him just in case an occasion such as this occurred, but decided against it. Having something this freaky in his luggage would probably put him on some kind of watch list.

He pulled the toy back until only the tip remained between the lips of her pussy, then slid it back in, angling the handle so the vibrating tip rubbed against her G spot. It was a risk making her come again so soon, another orgasm might exhaust her to the point she would not want him to fuck her, but it was a chance he was willing to take. He wanted her to come first, but not out of some kind of sexual chivalry. He wanted her worn out when he rammed his cock into her pussy. She would let him fuck her not because she wanted his cock, but because she had submitted to his desire. He watched her wet slit swallow the toy. He could tell by the way that she was moaning that her climax was imminent. He nudged the narrow probe against her ass and watched the fireworks start.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to come," she said in disbelief. She had never experienced orgasms so close together; this one had built on the previous one, each wave of pleasure crested higher than the one that preceded it. The combination of the vibrating toy, the nipple clamps and the restraints bordered on sensory overload, and knowing that Pete was watching only made it more intense. Her body shuddered as her orgasm engulfed her before finally fading away, leaving her exhausted.

When he noticed her climax waning he turned the vibrator off and set it aside, then stripped off his pants. His throbbing erection sprang free, bouncing up and down as if to show its eagerness. He crawled on to the bed and removed the clamps from her breasts, planting soft kisses on her nipples.

"Now you are mine," he said as he positioned his cock against her pussy.

"No, no more," she whimpered.

Pete placed his finger across her lips, "Yes, there is more"

There was almost no resistance as his cock slid into her vagina. She felt warm and wet as he buried the entire length of his erection inside her.

"You feel fantastic," he whispered to her, then sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

"Uh-huh," she moaned wearily. His cock was noticeably warmer than the toy had been. It didn't buzz, but it felt alive. She felt like she was drifting in the clouds.

Pete relished in the way she felt, from the way her sweat soaked skin felt against his lips as he kissed her to the firm pressure of her breasts against his chest to the wonderful feeling of being inside her. He fucked her with long, slow strokes. He pulled his cock out until the engorged head was barely touching her labia and then pushed forward until he was completely sheathed inside her.

"You like?" she whispered.

"I like," he replied.

"You like the way my cunt feels?" she asked, noticing his cock jerk as the word rolled off her tongue.

"Carolyn, your cunt feels wonderful," he said. The shiver that had gone down his spine when she said it bounced back as he repeated the word.

"Are you going to come inside me?" she asked, "Inside my cunt?" His cock jerked again. It wasn't exactly his kryptonite, but she had discovered something that chipped away at his control.

"I am," he replied, and sooner than he thought. He had not expected her to be talking dirty to him after all he had put her through, she was turning out to be even better than he had hoped.

The tingling sensation had returned, but she knew she was too exhausted for it to amount to anything. She just wanted to satisfy Pete. She rocked her hips upward and he immediately corrected her.

"No, hold still. I'm fucking you..."

Pete lifted himself up slightly so he could see her tits bounce each time he thrust his cock into her, knowing that it would make him come even faster. Each time his cock penetrated her, the pressure built.

"Oh, oh, Carolyn," he moaned.

"I want it, I want you to come inside me, I want you to come inside my fucking cunt," she replied, delighted that she had found a way to take back some control of the situation.

The sound of her voice pushed him over the edge. His cock jerked and a stream of thick cum sprayed out. Even after the last drop flowed out he remained inside her, enjoying the way she felt inside and out. Finally he withdrew and lay beside her. Reaching up he released one of the cuffs around her wrist. Pete paused for a moment, and then stretched his arm out to unbuckle the restraint that held her other wrist.

Sitting up Carolyn flexed her arms; they were a bit cramped from being in one position for so long. She could feel his cum flowing out of her, no doubt soaking the sheets. She glanced down, "What a fucking mess, you better leave a tip for the cleaning staff."

"Don't worry, I will." He said and he shifted on the bed and released her ankles from the restraints.

"You are free to go," Pete said, "but I would prefer you stay."

"You haven't had enough of me?" she asked.

"Actually, I have not."

"It looks like part of you has," she said, looking at his flaccid cock.

"If you want more I still have a few toys," he said, calling her bluff.

"No, that part of me has had enough, at least for tonight."

"Okay," he replied with an exaggerated frown.

"Would you mind if I jumped in the shower... alone?" she asked.

"No, go ahead."

Testing her legs before standing up Carolyn walked awkwardly towards the shower. Between the cramps in her legs and the soreness between them it was a struggle to get into the bathroom. "Actually would you mind if I took a bath instead?" she asked, eyeing the garden tub that took up a significant portion of the bathroom.

"Does that mean you are staying?" Pete said from the other room.

"Uh, sure," she replied. Carolyn was a bit confused. This was supposed to be a one night stand, but she wasn't quite done with him. Even in her exhausted state the idea of riding his cock until he came inside her was irresistible. She just needed a bit of rest and then she would have her way with him.

When he heard the bathtub begin to fill Pete tossed the covers on to the bed, hiding the evidence of their lustful encounter. He pulled his boxer briefs back on to keep his sore cock from swinging around, and then gathered up the toys.

"Do you mind if I come in, I need to clean up a bit?" he asked, leaning against the bathroom door.

"I don't mind," came her answer.

Pete pushed open the door and walked towards the sink, conspicuously averting his eyes.




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"You can look," she cooed.

When he turned towards her he saw her submerged up to her neck in a thick lather of soap.

"This hotel rocks, they have bubble bath," she giggled.

"Nice," he replied, dumping the toys on the counter by the sink.

"What are you doing?" she asked, admiring the way he looked clad only in his boxer briefs.

"I'm a bit OCD about keeping equipment clean, no matter what it is used for," he replied as he rinsed off the vibrator. Once he was done with the toys he scrubbed his face and then stared into the mirror. He could see her shoulders shift slightly and wondered what her hands were doing under the water. Just the prospect that she might still be horny enough to play with herself made his exhausted cock ache with desire.

"I'll be out shortly," she said. She considered inviting him to join her, the tub was large enough for both of them, but she decided not to. Carolyn hoped that she could preserve the illusion that he had not completely worn her out, but the truth was all she wanted to do was go to sleep. At the moment nothing sounded better than curling up against Pete's mostly naked body and drifting off to dreamland. When he shut the door Carolyn let out a gleeful squeal. Pete was probably the most talented lover she had ever been with. She wondered if he was interested in more than just her big tits. He did seem a bit more considerate than the last few guys she had slept with. He had forced her to give up control, but he had not humiliated her in the process. She had been at his mercy, but she had also come harder than any time in recent memory.

While he was waiting for her to finish Pete put away the cards, then addressed the pile of discarded clothing. One by one he picked up each of her garments and folded it up, thinking about the part of her body that it hugged. When he was done he carried them into the bedroom.

As she toweled off Carolyn realized she didn't really have anything to sleep in. She hung her towel on the rack and stepped into the bedroom. Pete was standing in the middle of the room; his arms filled with the clothes they had shed. She casually walked over to him, rifled through the stack and removed his T shirt.

"I have a clean one..." he said.

"I like this one," she replied, pulling it over her head.

The shirt fit snuggly; her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric even though they were no longer swollen and stiff. The hem hung just below her ass, and she could feel the cold breeze from the air conditioner blow over her overworked sex.

"So you have decided to stay," Pete said, stating the obvious.

"Yes, I'm tired. I'd like to get some sleep."

"Sure, me too," he replied, setting the slightly disheveled stack of clothing on the floor. He pulled back the covers in the undisturbed bed and watched her slip beneath the sheets.

Once Pete had joined her under the covers she laid her head on his chest. "Good night, Pete," she said wearily. The T shirt had ridden up and she could feel the cool sheets against her bare ass. His arm was wrapped around her and his fingertips rested on the side of her breast.

"Good night Carolyn," Pete replied.

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Parts 4 and 5 will be in Erotic coupling. Let me know what you liked and didn't like about the story, it will help the next one be better. 



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This is part 4 of a 5 part series.  If you want to start from the beginning you can find it here http://www.literotica.com/s/checkout-lane-hookup-ch-01

I tried to write this like a TV series, so that each part could be read on its own, but it does make more sense if you start from the beginning. As always a big thank you to my editor, cheer_smartie526 for all the help with this. I'd also like to thank those of you that have rated and commented on the previous chapters. I appreciate what you have to say. Enjoy the story.




Although it was past sunrise the room was still quite dark. There were no windows in the bedroom to allow the morning sun in. Carolyn slowly opened her eyes and realized Pete was no longer in bed with her. The door was ajar and a sliver of light was leaking in. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. There was a bit of soreness between her legs, almost like her pussy had a hangover from the night's indulgences. She stood up and smoothed the fabric of Pete's T shirt over her body. Step by step she silently padded over to the door and peered through the crack, curious why Pete had risen without her. He was standing in the middle of the room, bathed in the light of the rising sun. His movements were slow, deliberate and graceful. She guessed it was some kind of martial arts exercise, she was pretty sure it was not yoga. He was clad only in his boxer briefs, and they fit so snugly he might as well have been naked.

Much to her disappointment his cute little ass was in a bit of a shadow, so she turned her attention to his upper body. The lighting was much better, with the ridges and valleys of his washboard abs highlighted by the contrast between light and shadows. She watched the muscles in his arms flex as he switched from one pose to another. She felt her nipples begin to swell while her cunt feigned protest at the thought of being invaded again. Carolyn was surprised how quickly she adapted Pete's vernacular for her sex. He turned enough for her to see the bulge in the front of his shorts. Even though it was flaccid and covered up, the sight of his cock made her crave the feeling of fullness she had experienced only hours earlier. Her eyes drifted downwards, admiring his legs. For someone that worked in a lab he was in pretty good shape. She wondered if he worked out, and then began to think about him in a gym, his muscles bulging and his skin covered with sweat.

When he turned away from her his ass finally came into the light. Two perfect curves that she was dying to get her hands on. He stretched his arms over his head and starting with his wrists the muscles in his body began to flex. She watched as the smooth skin of his back became a maze of rifts and creases that her fingers were itching to explore. A soft moan escaped her lips; she clamped her hand over her mouth, hoping she had not disturbed him. She was both disappointed and thrilled when he turned to face her.

"Good Morning," Pete said. He had suspected she was watching him, but was not sure. He smiled when he saw that she was wearing only his T shirt.

"I'm sorry, I should not have been spying on you," she replied, blushing a bit.

"I don't mind having an audience, if I knew you wanted to watch I would have waited until you were awake."

"What were you doing?"

"I still can't quite pronounce it, it's kind of like Tai Chi, but has a few other things thrown in. It was developed by a group of Monks, but I doubt you are interested in the story."

Only if the monks all looked like you and skipped the celibacy thing she thought before replying. "Again, I'm sorry to have disturbed you," she reiterated.

"Don't be, I spent a while watching you sleep. In fact the reason I got up was I figured it might creep you out to wake up to me staring at you."

"That would not have bothered me," she replied, "you can continue your Tai whatever if you want. I like watching you."

"I think I have lost my focus for now," he said, admiring the way his T shirt clung to her body. He wondered if she would have the same reaction if he was wearing only a shirt, but his train of thought was derailed when she spoke.

"About last night..." 

"Did you like it?" he asked.

Carolyn blushed, not sure how to respond to being asked if she liked it when a man she had only known for a few hours watched her masturbate twice, then tied her up and had his way with her. He had made her come several times, so it was pretty obvious she had enjoyed it, but she was embarrassed to admit the truth.

"Uh, yes. Do you know any women that complain about having multiple orgasms? I didn't think I could come that many times in one night, but..." Her voice trailed off. She wanted to come one more time, but she wanted him to be inside her when she did. She wanted his cock, not his finger, not his tongue and not one of his toys.

"But?" he replied, his eyes twinkling, "you want more."

"I do," she admitted, cheeks flushing once more.

"There's nothing wrong with that," he replied, taking a step towards her. His cock had started to swell the moment he saw her, but now the process was accelerating.

"Not so fast, this time I decide what we do," she said, hoping she could keep her resolve.

"Fair enough, what is your desire?"

"Take off your shorts and get on the bed, I want to be on top this time," she instructed.

Pete walked back into the bedroom of the suite, and then peeled off his boxer briefs. His cock was once again fully erect, although a little sore. The lustful stare from Carolyn was focused on his ass and he could feel it. He put one knee on the bed, pausing to let her look at him for a moment, and then rolled on to his back in the middle of the bed. He turned to see if she was naked yet. Much to his disappointment she still had his T shirt on, although it looked like her nipples were about to poke a hole through the material.

"Look at the ceiling, not me," she said, mocking his command from the previous night. She wondered if it had the same effect on him as it had on her.

The sound of the cotton garment being pulled off her body brought a smile to his face. He was tempted to look, even though he was quite familiar with what she looked like without clothes on.

"You put away all my toys," she lamented as she approached the bed, "but I think I can find something to play with."

Every inch of his skin cried out for her touch. He could hear her feet as she padded around the perimeter of the bed, and he could detect her movement in his peripheral vision. She managed to stay just far enough away that he never got a good look at her. Pete wondered what part of his anatomy she was looking at.

The man was like a buffet, and there were so many things she wanted to sample. It had been a very long time since she had shared a bed with such a fine example of the human male. Even his feet looked good, she thought as her eyes gradually moved along his body. The muscles in his legs were easily discernable, but not in a freakish, body builder way. When her visual inspection reached his cock she paused. At best, he was slightly above average, and like every other penis she had seen it just looked awkward, like a thick tail that had been attached to the wrong side of the body, but she still wanted it inside her. She wanted to feel the engorged head of his throbbing erection stretch her cunt open and fill her until his body was slamming against her clit. She continued her exam, looking at the subtle crevices that defined his abs. The gentle curve of his chest was difficult to see under the cover of his curly chest hair. She took only a cursory glance at his arms. She had enjoyed having them wrapped around her in the previous night's adventure, but didn't have much use for them in her current plan.

The bed shifted as Carolyn climbed on to it, but Pete obediently kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He felt her warm breath on his neck and longed to feel her lips against his skin.

"Do you like..." she whispered in his ear, "69?"

"Yea," he replied, his cock jerking slightly at the thought of being in her mouth, almost as if it were jumping for joy.

"Good, cause I really want to come on your face," she said, crawling on top of him. Her knees pressed against his shoulders and she felt his hand on her ass, pulling her pussy down against his mouth. She marveled at how things had changed from the previous night, she was in charge this time.

The scent of the bubble bath from the previous night hung in the air, mingling with the smell of her sex. Pete's eyes locked on her pouty lips, covered in the dew drops of her arousal. He took one last look at her pussy, and then pulled her down until his lips were pressed against her labia. He was vaguely aware that she had taken his cock into her mouth, and that her breasts were pressed against his body, but most of his attention was focused on her sex. Words like incredible or wonderful seemed inadequate when it came to the way the tender folds of her soft pink flesh felt against his tongue. Somehow he managed to resist the temptation to penetrate her, at least for the moment. Instead he lapped at her pussy, delighting in the way her smooth skin felt.

The problem Carolyn usually had with 69 was balancing her own pleasure with that of her partner. She wondered if men know how much work and concentration were required to give a really good blowjob. She always had trouble enjoying receiving oral sex when she was thinking about sucking cock. It was different this time; she didn't want Pete to come yet, so she was lackadaisical about the way she was going down on him. He seemed to understand, because he wasn't bitching about it, and he certainly was not holding back. The lesson he taught her the previous night had not been forgotten.  She was capable of coming more than once, and she wanted to put that knowledge to use. She was going to come on his face and then ride his cock until she climaxed again. Carolyn felt his fingers dig into her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as he buried his face between her legs.

"Oh fuck that feels good," she moaned. She had given up on blowing him, he would have to be satisfied with a hand job and some dirty talk. His tongue swirled around her clit and the first sensation of her climax began to spread though her body. Carolyn rocked her hips, grinding her cunt against his face.

"Oh, oh, oh, Pete, ah, ah, yes, make me come, make me come," she moaned.

The words of encouragement from her were music to his ears. It wasn't just the way her wonderful wet slit felt against his mouth, he also enjoyed the way the rest of her body felt, from the slow and steady way her hand stroked his cock to the firm pressure of her big tits against his body to the way her ass filled his hands. Pete stretched his arms until he was able to slip his thumb between her labia and his hand rested in the crevice between her ass cheeks. 

"Fuck yes!" she cried out as his thick digit penetrated her, "ah, ah, yes, ah ah." 

Having his thumb inside her only made Carolyn want his cock more. She tightened her grip on his rigid shaft, imaging the way its girth would fill her pussy. In and out, in and out, the steady repetition of his short, thick appendage was inching her closer and closer to climax. When his tongue stroked her clit the dam that was holding back her orgasm burst and it flooded through her body.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to come. Oh, yes, yes, yes yes! Don't stop, please don't stop," she screamed as her mind floated in a sea of endorphins.

Pete was certain he enjoyed Carolyn's orgasm almost as much as she did. She squirmed against him, her hips bucking against his face. He could feel her dripping wet pussy spasm as her orgasm peaked. Finally her screams faded to a soft whimper. He laid his head back on the bed and rested his hands lightly on her ass, but never taking his eyes off her dripping wet cunt.

Although her legs still felt a bit weak, Carolyn did not waste a moment. She was no longer content to stroke his cock; she wanted to feel it between her legs. She pirouetted on one knee and straddled Pete's hips, then grabbed his throbbing erection. She looked down, his hair was disheveled and his face was covered in her juices.

"You are a hot mess," she said with a satisfied grin.

"No doubt."

"You know what I want?" 

"I sure hope so," he replied.

"I want," she said slowly while stroking his dick, "your big hard cock in my hot... wet... cunt."

The lust that had been simmering in his eyes erupted as the last word rolled off her tongue. She wondered why that word turned him on so much. Carolyn considered teasing him a little longer, but her loins ached to feel him. She tightened her grip on his manhood and pointed it straight up, then sat up so that her pussy hovered right over the head of his cock.

"Are you ready to get fucked?" she asked.

Pete was sure that she could make him come just by talking dirty to him. The contrast between her innocent face and the vulgar words turned him on much more than he expected it to. Her appearance had been what drew him to her, not just her big tits, but her girl next door face. He had no idea that such unbridled desire was hiding behind her façade of innocence. He looked down; her cunt was less than an inch from his throbbing erection. He could feel the heat of her sex and waited with baited breath to feel her all around him.

Once the tip of his cock had slipped past her labia she released his rigid shaft, but she didn't take him in. She paused for a moment, scooping her breasts up in her hands. She felt him thrust upward in a desperate attempt to penetrate her, but she moved with him and kept the status quo. She felt powerful and began to understand why he had spent so much time and money on the previous night's activities. Carolyn realized that Pete was her prisoner, just as she had been his the night before. She did not need leather straps to hold him down. She had control of when and how he was going to come, and that was an even stronger restraint.

"Maybe I should make you blow your load right now," she whispered, pinching her nipples and wriggling her hips from side to side. She wondered if he knew she was bluffing, if he knew how much she wanted to feel his cock fill her up.

"But you won't, you want to come again," he replied, wondering if she knew how close he was to climaxing.

"I have that cute little toy you bought me for that," she answered, calling his bluff. She grinned at him, waiting for a smart assed reply, but he did not utter a word. 

It wasn't an idle threat, Pete knew that even if he closed his eyes and could no longer see Carolyn playing with her tits just the feeling of her tight, wet pussy sliding around on the head of his cock would be impossible to resist for more than a few minutes. 

She continued, "But I don't think it would be quite as much fun. Now hold still while I ride your cock."

He watched her sink down, swallowing up his erection until all he could see was her pubic hair intermingling with his. She leaned forward and pinned his wrists to the mattress; her tits swung gently right in front of his face. She rocked her shoulders from side to side, causing her ample breasts to slap together.

"Did I mention that you have a very nice cock?" she asked, wondering if he had any idea what it felt like to be penetrated. He was clearly into kinky sex, perhaps role reversal was in his repertoire. Not that it mattered at the moment, what was important was that she knew exactly how good it felt to have a hard cock stretching her vagina open. She rocked her hips a bit, grinding her clit against him, then lifted her body up until just the tip of his dick remained inside her. Before she took him in again she clenched her muscles tight, amplifying the way his cock felt as it penetrated her again. The next time she relaxed, but went a bit faster. Each time she rode up and down on him she picked up speed. Soon the sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoed off the walls of the room.

It barely seemed like he was with the same woman, Carolyn was no longer the submissive creature he had tied up and teased to climax the night before. She had turned the tables on him, and while he might have been able to break free, he had no desire to escape. As he watched her big tits bounce wildly right in front of his face it took all his willpower to hold his orgasm at bay. He lifted his head, trying to get one of her nipples into his mouth, but things were moving too fast.

"What was it you said last night?" she asked sarcastically. Before he could reply she answered her own question, "Oh yeah, hold still, I'm fucking you." She leaned forward and kissed his hard, pushing his head down onto the bed. She sat up and noticed he was still staring at her breasts. " By the way, my eyes are up here."

As erotic as her bouncing tits were, Pete knew that looking her in the eyes would excite him even more. He longed to feel the connection that seeing her face would provide, but he knew that it would also push him over the edge. He began to shift his gaze upward, steeling himself against the orgasm that was boiling inside his body.

It was obvious that he was about to come, but she was not quite ready for that to happen. She was close to climaxing herself, but she needed to ride his throbbing erection for just a little bit longer to get what she desired.

"Don't you dare come before I do," she said, grinding her clit against him again. She could feel the tension building in him. She was so close, and knowing that he was about to come just turned her on even more. She clenched down on his cock again, knowing that it might push him over the edge, but her desire to feel his throbbing erection made it worth the risk.

It wasn't often that he got fucked like this; in fact it had been a very long time since he had been in such a submissive position. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy giving up control, but it was difficult to find a partner that knew how to push the edge of the envelope. Carolyn seemed to be a natural; she dominated him without emasculating him. She took care of everything; all that was left for him to do was enjoy the experience. He hovered on the very edge of his climax, staring deep into her eyes as her hot, wet pussy squeezed his cock. It took every ounce of his remaining willpower to hold back his orgasm, but he desperately wanted to please her.

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck, I'm coming Pete, Oh fuck,yes, yes, yes. I want you to come inside me, please, please come inside me," she moaned.

It was her pleading that overwhelmed him. He opened his mouth, but before he could say a word his orgasm exploded.  Pete felt his cock jerk as a thick stream of cum poured out. He looked up at Carolyn; she had a sultry grin on her face and looked quite pleased with herself.

"I'm coming," he moaned.

"I know," she purred.

Having Pete writhe between her legs was a bigger thrill than she thought it would be. Feeling his entire body go limp, except his cock, as he surrendered to the pleasure she had given him was very satisfying. She clenched down on him, milking out every drop of his cum, then grinding her pussy against him for good measure.

"I... I ... I can't take any more," he confessed. The tingling in his cock was unbearably intense; it felt like his dick was turning inside out. It had been a long time since he had come this hard, and it was the first time he had felt this way after a one night stand.

"You sure?" she asked, "You still feel hard." Carolyn paused for a moment to enjoy the sense of fullness his rigid cock gave her. She wondered if he was still hard because he was taking something.

"You haven't had enough?" he replied.

"It just seems wrong to let a nice hard dick go to waste, we haven't done doggie style yet... and that's my favorite. I mean if you aren't in to sloppy seconds..."




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"I didn't say that," Pete replied. It wasn't the first time he had stayed hard after coming, but it had been a while. He didn't understand why his erection had not faded; his best guess was some kind of hormonal short circuit that kept it from getting switched off. It wasn't something he was going to waste time thinking about. Carolyn was right, it would be wrong to miss the opportunity to fuck her again.

"I'll fuck you from behind, but first I want to do this," Pete said, then put his hands on her breasts and wrapped his lips around her still swollen nipple.

It was obvious he liked her tits, and she liked what he was doing. Carolyn watched as he caressed and kissed her breasts. She wanted to feel him ramming his cock in to her well-fucked cunt, but wasn't quite ready to make him stop. As much has she had teased him it only seemed fair to let him have a few more minutes.

"How about one for me," she said, pushing his hand away from her breast and replacing with her own, "and the other for you?"

It was an offer he could not refuse. As he flicked his tongue against her nipple, she tugged on the other swollen nub, stretching the amber skin to its limit. Her large breasts initially attracted him to her, and he still found them quite alluring.

"I think you have had enough," she said as she crawled off of him. His cock slipped out of her and hit his body with a loud slap. She could feel his cum draining out of her pussy and giggled at the realization that this time the money shot was landing on him.  She looked back at him and shook her head. As far as appearances went she still felt like he was out of her league  

She met his gaze and smiled, "Where is the riding crop? I liked that."

In response to her question Pete grinned and lurched off the bed, then reached into the bag of toys. He quickly located the object of her desire and crawled back on to the bed.

"You mean this?" he asked, slapping her ass with it.

"Yes, and ouch," she winced, laughing a little.

"Admit it, you like it a little rough." 

"Okay, but just a little."

Extending his arm Pete pressed the tip of the riding crop against her neck, slowly moving it down her spine. When it reached her ass he followed the generous curve and then slid it along her ribs until the tip was resting against the bottom of her breast. He placed his free hand on her ass, then raised the riding crop and slapped it against the side of her breast. The impact rippled through her flesh and she let out a quiet yelp. He hit her again, this time a bit harder. Her response was a bit louder, but otherwise unchanged. After the third slap, Pete slid the tip up until it was resting on top of her tits, moving it back until he felt the riding crop stop against her nipple.

"Still like it?" he asked.

"Fuck yes," she replied.

Pete lurched forward on the bed, pressing the shaft of his erection against her dripping wet slit. He twisted his wrist and tapped her nipple with the end of the riding crop. In the back of his head, he knew that his hard on would not last forever, but he wasn't quite done teasing her yet. Moving the riding crop so it was along the center line of her body he pressed the tip against her mound. The small of her back bent downward and her ass pressed against his hips. Rotating his wrist he dragged the tip against her skin until it rested on her throat. Moving the shaft from side to side he caused her breasts to bulge outward. When she began to grind her pussy against him, he whipped the riding crop around and slapped against her mons.

How the fuck did getting hit become something she enjoyed, Carolyn thought as the sting of the riding crop somehow morphed into a warm tingle that reverberated in her sex. She tilted her hips, trying to tempt his cock into penetrating her wet slit, but he stayed just out of reach. She didn't understand why she craved his rigid shaft again so soon. With the other men she had been with just getting to come once was enough, but Pete had opened Pandora's Box by revealing that multiple orgasms were more than some sexual urban legend.

"My cunt's so wet," she moaned, "I need you inside me." Carolyn hoped that by using the word he preferred for her sex it would prove that she wanted to be his horny little bitch.

The cocktail of hormones in his blood was making it more and more difficult to resist the sirens song of her sex. His cock ached to be inside her again, and the thrill of taunting her was beginning to submit to his carnal desire to penetrate her again. He grabbed his cock with his free hand and guided it between her legs, rubbing the tip against her labia.

"Tell me you want to be fucked hard, beg me to fuck you" he commanded.

"Fuck me hard, I need you to be inside me, please, please..." she pleaded. It wasn't an act, she hungered for him more that she had ever thought possible. Later she would wonder what caused her desire. Had he drugged her, used subliminal messaging, or did his body produce some kind of pheromone? Right now, she was lost in the moment, and only knew she craved his cock.

Her request satisfied his need to dominate her; with a single motion he rammed his throbbing erection into her waiting pussy. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass seemed to echo around the room. Pete put his hands on her ass and shoved his cock into her again. Over and over he rammed his rigid shaft into her sex, each time he was mesmerized by the way her body responded. He watched her ass ripple with the force of the impact. Her breasts swung back and forth, each gyration wilder than the one before.

"Oh, oh, oh, yes, harder, harder," she yelped, her breaths were rapid and shallow has her climax approached.

"That's it, take it. Take my fucking cock, take it all," he growled. The orgasm that had been simmering while he toyed with Carolyn's body began to boil over.

While athletic sex was nothing new to her it had never been this rough. She felt his hands on her breasts, his fingers digging in to her soft flesh as he pulled her up and back. Her shoulder blades were pressed against his chest. One of his hands grabbed her throat and squeezed, making her labored breathing even more difficult. She could feel him panting in her ear. Pete's hips slapped against her ass with animalistic fury. His fingers clamped down on her swollen nipples and her orgasm exploded. In an instant her entire body tingled and she cried out something unintelligible.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," Pete whispered hoarsely in her ear. She was too overwhelmed to feel his cock jerk, but the thought of his manhood spraying hot, thick cum into her sex just make her orgasm more intense.

They collapsed into a heap, both moaning and panting. Pete lay on his side with his arm draped over Carolyn. His forearm rested on her breast, but he did not have the energy to cup her soft flesh in his hand. He could tell by the pattern of her breathing that she was asleep, and his own eyelids suddenly felt heavy. He closed his eyes, intending to rest for just a moment, but soon had joined Carolyn in a peaceful slumber. 



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As always thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526. Please rate and comment on the story. I'm curious if I went overboard with the word cunt in the series.

The first thing he noticed was the smell of coconut. Pete gradually opened his eyes and realized his face was buried in Carolyn's hair. The shampoo had some kind of tropical scent; her hair reminded him of a Piña Colada. They were both lying on their sides, his chest pressed against her back. She felt warm, soft and sexy. He had been dreaming of being on a beach. Just a few bits of the dream still danced in his head; the sound of the waves, the smell of suntan lotion and the image of Carolyn on her hands and knees as he rammed is cock into tight pussy. The unwelcome sound of a vacuum cleaner in the next room brought him back to reality. He lifted his head and peered over her shoulder just enough to see the curve of her breast. She stirred and yawned.

"I think we need another shower," she moaned, knowing that standing up would not be a pleasant experience.

"I guess you're right," Pete replied groggily, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, "We must've dozed off."

The warm, wet sensation of the last few drops of Pete's cum draining out of her well fucked pussy was oddly satisfying, "And now both the beds are a mess, you are going to need to leave a really big tip for the maid."

"I know, I know. Who's going first?" Pete asked. He considered suggesting they shower together, but was too exhausted to entertain the thought for long.

"You are, so I can watch," she replied. Her sexual appetite was satisfied for the moment, but she still wanted to see him wet and naked.

"That's all I am to you? Something to be ogled at?" He said sarcastically as stood up.

"Welcome to my world, and yes, for now you will have to be happy just being my eye candy," she answered. He could be more, she thought, but quickly squashed the idea. There was no way she was falling for him after one night. He probably had a woman like her back home, maybe more.

When she heard the shower turn on, Carolyn crawled to the edge of the bed and lowered her feet to the floor. She probably needed the shower more than he did, but she was serious about wanting to watch him. She walked unsteadily to the bathroom, her battered cunt aching with each step. Seeing him in the shower was as enjoyable as she imagined, but she noticed he was much more efficient in the shower that she had been. He had already lathered up his hair, with just a few of the black locks poking out of the white foam. He was working up a similar lather with the body wash the hotel had supplied, starting with his shoulders and working his way down. She smiled as she watched him gingerly wash his flaccid cock, confirming her suspension that she wasn't the only one that was sore. In testament to his attention to detail he lifted each foot up and thoroughly washed it. When he was done he rinsed his hair, and then slowly spun around. The needle like jets of water from the shower carved away the thick lather. Carolyn enjoyed seeing his fit body emerge from the cocoon of soap suds. And then he was done. He didn't stand under the water and enjoy the warmth against his skin; the moment the soap was rinsed away, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel.

"All yours," she said, playfully swatting her on the ass when he walked by.

As he walked back into the bedroom Pete noticed it smelled like sex, and there was a cum stain on the carpet. He wondered if the hotel had a special machine for stains like that. He felt an odd sense of pride that he had filled her pussy with so much cum that it was dripping on to the floor. His musing on housekeeping technology came to a halt when he noticed the time. It was after ten in the morning.

"Fuck!" he shouted.

"What's wrong," she yelled from the bathroom, wondering what had alarmed him.

"Check out is in twenty minutes."

"Fuck!" she exclaimed, quickly rinsing the last bit of shampoo out of her hair and turning off the water.

Still dripping wet she walked into the bedroom, Pete was half dressed and pulling a steel case out of the closet. He adjusted the combination lock on it and once it was open he retrieved a pistol. He slipped it into a holster that was neatly tucked into the waistband of his pants.

"Where did that come from?" Carolyn asked.

"Duh, the lockbox," he replied.

"Did you have that last night?"

"Yea, I always have it, FBI remember?"

"I thought you were not an agent..." she said

"I'm not a field agent, but I'm still a sworn agent. Trust me; there are plenty of people that my work put in jail that would like to do bad things to me.

Carolyn located her clothes, annoyed that she was leaving in the same outfit that she arrived in.

"It's not really a walk of shame if we are both leaving, is it?" she asked, recalling the times she had left a man's apartment after a wild night.

"No, I don't think it is," he replied.

"Fuck!" she said.

"What's wrong now?" Pete asked.

"I have to work today, I was supposed to do laundry last night, but obviously I got a better offer. I really don't want to show up for work without changing."

"Just buy new clothes," he suggested

"Hello, starving college student, remember?" she answered sarcastically.

"Oh,yea. I will buy you some clothes," he offered.

"I'm not a charity case."

"Okay, how about this. I will pay for your outfit, but I get to approve each item, and you have to model each one for me. Trust me; I will make you earn the new outfit."

With a sigh Carolyn accepted his offer.

"But first we are going out to breakfast, I'm starving as well," he said.

Breakfast was quick, pleasant and surprisingly normal, considering how the rest of their time together had been. She half expected him to take her to a strip club to eat, but instead he let her choose. During the meal Pete grilled her until she revealed the stores she wished she could shop in, and they started the shopping spree.

A slight change of plan was required for the underwear; she just did not feel right putting on a pair of panties before she bought them. He had agreed to buy them, but insisted that she show them off when she changed into the rest of the clothes. She perused the rack of clothing in front of her. Each time she tried to look at a price tag he stopped her, insisting she pick something she liked, not something cheap. She begrudgingly accepted the idea that he clearly wanted to see her in something nice. Once she picked out an outfit she headed to the dressing room, choosing a stall that he could see into when the door was open. One by one she removed her day old clothing. She had never been completely naked in a dressing room before, but she found it more exciting than embarrassing. In accordance with their agreement she slipped on the panties he had bought her. She had tried to get plain cotton, but he would only approve something with a high waist and silky. She cracked open the door and was relieved to see only Pete standing outside the dressing room. She swung the door open so he could see her in her nearly naked glory. A smile flashed across his face as he looked her up and down. Once she felt he had been justly rewarded for his generosity she shut the door and picked up the bra.

Despite the soreness in his cock Pete was happy to see Carolyn's nearly naked body. The panties looked very sexy, and he was glad she had talked him out of the thong he had first picked up. She had said it would make her look slutty, and that something should be left to his imagination... or memory as the case may be. He concluded the silver lining to his worn out cock was he didn't have to hide an erection from the rest of the patrons in the store. 

The door moved slightly as she peeked out, making sure he was still alone, and then swung open. The bra he has chosen was lacy and sheer and; judging by the way the material stretched, nearing full capacity. It lifted her ample bosom up and created a wonderful amount of cleavage. The next time the door opened he was surprised to see she was still shirtless, having added only her pants. The last time she opened the door she was fully dressed. The shirt he had chosen hugged her breasts, but fit loosely around her waist, and showed off her cleavage quite well. He still found her a very attractive sight, but not quite as arousing as when she was naked. She shut the door again, only to emerge in her old clothes. He followed her to the cashier and cheerfully purchased the entire collection.

As they walked out of the store and towards his SUV she asked "Where should I change? You don't have the hotel room anymore, do you?"

"No, but you can change in the car."

"Is this a trick to see me naked again?"

"Absolutely."

"You have to be the horniest guy on the planet. I think you missed your calling, you should have been a porn star," she replied.

"I like to think of it as a gift I should share with the world," he shot back. His answer was somewhat incomplete. He wasn't normally quite this eager. Most of his encounters with the opposite sex ended much sooner than this.

"Okay, but you are not fucking me again," she said, then clamped her hand over her mouth when she realized they were in the middle of a crowded parking lot.

"I know," he replied.

She bumped her hip against his and felt something hard, "Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Yes... and yes," he replied.

When they arrived at the car he held open the back door of the SUV. The seats were folded down, giving her plenty of room.

"You sit in the driver seat," she said, "You can watch me in the mirror." During the walk through the parking lot she had come up with a plan. Taunting him at the hotel had been fun, and she wanted to do it again.

She started on lying on her back with her head towards the rear of the vehicle. Once she had kicked off her shoes her pants came off in a single quick motion, leaving her half naked. The newly purchased panties were in the bag with the rest of her new clothes. She rolled over and got on her hands and knees, then peeled off her shirt and removed her bra. She could see people walking around the parking lot, oblivious to the fact there was a naked women in their midst.

Pete adjusted the mirror and stared at Carolyn's ass. A grin spread across his face as she reached back and spread her cheeks apart, giving him a clear view of both her cunt and her ass. His cock still ached from the morning's activities, but made a fruitless attempt to get hard again. 

She could not explain what prompted her to show off her ass, she had never had anal sex and did not intend to. Pete had taught her that pain could be pleasure, but she did not think she could make that leap. She rationalized that she just liked teasing him, and then rolled on to her back.

"Is your dick sore?" she asked, spreading her legs apart.

"Yea, you gave me quite a workout," he replied.

"Is it hard?" she inquired.

"Not yet."

"But I'm so horny," she teased, "I guess I'll have to tend to my hot little cunt all by myself."

With her fingers, she carefully spread her lips apart, even though she did not intend to finger herself. The muted voices of people walking drifted through the tinted windows as she stroked the smooth skin of her clitoral hood.

"So horny," she moaned.

Trapped in the front seat Pete adjusted the mirror again, surrendering his view of her big tits to watch her masturbate. He tried turning to look over his shoulder, but his pistol dug into his side and his aching cock protested being squeezed against his leg. Settling back into the driver's seat he stared into the mirror as the subtle scent of sex began to permeate the vehicle.

Using one finger on either side she slowly pulled her hood back. She wondered if Pete could see her clit; even if he couldn't he had to know what she was doing. She still remembered what it felt like to have his tongue where her fingers were. Her fingers moved up and down, indirectly stimulating the little pink pleasure button between her legs.

"Do you want to see me come?" she asked, certain she knew what his answer would be.

The temptation to give a smart-assed, contrary answer was denied by his half-hard cock, "You know I do."

Pete strained to see exactly what she was doing. He fondly recalled what it was like to have her pussy inches from his face. In the course of his work, he had developed a nearly photographic memory and now he used it to fill in the details masked in the shadows. He knew what the miniscule movement of her middle finger was doing. She was stroking her clit, working herself into an orgasmic state of bliss. The air in the car felt electric as her excitement built. Pete found his hand mirroring the movements of hers and as her breathing became rapid and shallow, so did his.

Oddly it wasn't Pete's cock Carolyn found herself thinking about, and it wasn't his impressive oral skills either. She found herself thinking of him exactly as he was, fully dressed and captive in the front seat. She knew if he was physically capable of fucking her he would have crawled over the seat and rammed his cock deep into her pussy, but she had worn him out. Despite his considerable sexual prowess she was the last one standing, or coming as case may be. Her hips began to involuntarily thrust against her memory of Pete as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.

"Mmmmm, yes, yes," she moaned as she dipped her finger into her sex and then rubbed the well-lubricated digit on her clit.

"You like watching me play with my cunt, don't you?" she said with a smile, delighted that she was able to use a word that she used to find so disturbing to taunt him.

"Fuck yes," he responded breathlessly.

The moment his reply hit her ears she tumbled over the edge and was engulfed by her climax. This was the third time he had watched her come by her own hand, and it was the most intense. Maybe it was because she felt more comfortable around him, maybe it was knowing he wanted to fuck her but could not, or maybe it was knowing that she was separated from complete strangers by a few feet and a sheet of tinted glass, and they had no idea she was having an orgasm. Whatever the reason, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming with pleasure. As the waves of pleasure went from hurricane strength to a gentle rolling tide she lowered her hips and let her hands rest by her side.

"Was that good for you too?" She asked once her breathing had returned to normal.

"Yes, but a little frustrating as well," he answered.

"If you can behave yourself I might have something that will help," she said, wiping her hand on her day old shift. With a tinge of regret she began to get dressed in her new clothes. She knew she would miss being naked around Pete.

"So what next?" she asked once she was dressed.

"I drop this vehicle off at the office and catch a cab to the airport."

"I could give you a ride," she offered.

"I thought you had to work today."

"Not until later," she explained.

"Then I accept your generous offer," he replied.

It was a short drive back to the hotel to pick up her car, and then another short trip to the lot where the government vehicles were stored. As she sat in the car waiting for him to finish the turn in process she wondered if the SUV still smelled like sex, and how he would explain it. Her musings were interrupted when Pete opened the door and sat down in the passenger's seat.

"I wish I could stay longer," he said wistfully.

"So do I," she relied, noting that he looked into her eyes when she spoke, instead of staring at her tits.

"I think we have time to grab lunch if you are interested," he offered.

"Well, I am a starving college student, so if you are buying I won't turn you down," she replied.

A few minutes later she parked next to a food truck near the university, "This has the best Asian fusion food ever. You have to let me order for you, tourists never pick the good stuff."

"I will defer to your expertise," he answered.

Carolyn practically skipped up to the truck, despite the dull ache between her legs. The last eighteen hours had been an eye opening whirlwind. She was a bit sad that Pete was leaving, but she intended to make the most of the time they still had. She placed their order then sauntered over to the table he had selected.

"So, will I ever see you again?" she asked.

"Well, I suppose if a serial killer sets up camp here..." he said.

"Okay, will you come back for anything but work?"

"Perhaps, it depends on you," he responded, seizing the chance to manipulate her again.

"Oh really?"

"The toys I bought for you, I want to know what you do with them."

"I'm not sure what you are saying," she replied.

"I want you to use them and then tell me about it. I'm curious to see how creative you are."

"How do I contact you?"

Pete pulled a business card out of his wallet and lined through his work phone number and email address, then flipped the card over and started writing on it, " You can call, text, email, whatever, but only at this number. You can even create a blog and I will just read it. If you do something that interests me I might just come back and visit."

"Am I supposed to use them by myself?" she asked.

"You can, or you can share. It's up to you," he replied with a mischievous grin.

"So you want me to screw around?" she asked.

"I want you to explore, that's what I'm going to be doing."

"I'm not sure I want some other stranger tying me up. I think I got lucky with you, but the next guy might be a real freak."

"What, I don't qualify as a freak?" he said with a smile.

"You seem to be able to turn it off, I'm not sure everyone can do that."

"Then maybe you need to be the one tying them up, and I didn't say it had to be a guy."

"I'm not a lesbian," she said.

"I am...I'm a lesbian trapped in a man's body," he joked.

"Are you bi?" she asked, suddenly curious.

"No, the attraction is just not there."

"So you have never been with a guy?" she asked.

"Not really, I've been in threesomes with another guy, even kissed a guy once, but like I said, guys just don't offer anything that gets me off," he explained.

"You're missing out, sucking cock is fantastic," she said, licking her lips.

"I'll take your word for it. So I guess you've been with a lot of guys?" he asked curiously.

"Not really, maybe four or five... wait, do blowjobs count?"

"Does that change your answer?" he replied.

"Kind of," she replied sheepishly.

"So what is your answer now?"

"37."

"Does that include me?"

"Uh, 38," she admitted.

"You've sucked 38 dicks, holy shit..." he said incredulously.

"Are you mad?' she asked.

"Hell no, I'm impressed, but try not to suck any dick when we walk back to the car," he chided.

"I'll try," she said, then whispered under her breath, "I think I can wait till we get in the car."

The arrival of their food stopped the conversation, and when it resumed it was on less arousing topics. He asked what her major was and what her favorite classes were, she asked him how he ended up in such a narrow specialty.

"Shit, it's getting late," she said, "We need to get on the road, sometimes traffic around the airport sucks." It was a bit of a white lie, there was more than enough time to make the trip, but she wanted to get there early.

"If you say," he said, grabbing the remains of their meal and tossing it a trash can.

The entire way to the airport Carolyn tried to covertly look at Pete's crotch, wondering if enough time had passed for his cock to get hard again. As they turned toward the airport she took the road to long term parking.

"You can just drop me at the terminal," Pete said, "I just have the carry on; I shipped most of my luggage back with my gear."




Checkout Lane Hookup Ch. 05



"I know, we are early, and there is something I want to do," she said as she pulled into a parking between a large truck and a van. A lifted jeep was directly in front of her car. She glanced around, and hoped her car was hidden from the cameras that dotted the parking lot.

"Lean your seat back," she said

"I'm not sure what you have in mind, but..." Pete started to stay before she put her finger to his lips. He could tell it was the same one she had stroked her pussy with.

"Is your dick hard yet?" she asked as she unfastened his belt and began to unbutton jeans. She was unable to stop herself from running her hand over his abdomen; it was a portion of his anatomy she just could not get enough of.

"Not yet, you kind of wore me out," he said.

"I'll be the judge of that," she said, pulling his cock through the fly of his boxer briefs. It was thick, but still somewhat floppy.

"Can I suck your cock?" she asked. It seemed like a silly question, but it she loved the way it made his eyes light up.

"I'm, uh, still a bit worn out," Pete replied, slightly embarrassed that he could not get it up. It had been a very long time since he had not been able to get hard, but four times in less than twenty four hours was not exactly a routine experience either.

"I bet I can make you hard, and even if I can't I bet I can still make you come" she said, stroking his cock. She could see he was trying to hide a grimace. She knew he was sore, only now did she realize she had underestimated how sore. Whatever he was feeling, he did not tell her to stop.

Twisting in the driver's seat she bent over until her mouth was just above the head of his cock. Even though it wasn't hard it had the same distinctive purplish hue. She looked up at him and smiled," Didn't think I was this flexible, did you?" 

She wrapped her lips around his dick and felt it quiver. As her head moved up and down she kept her lips tightly pursed. If there was one thing she knew about blowjobs it was that friction was important. She could feel him getting thicker as more blood rushed into his manhood.

"Oh fuck that feels good," he moaned. Her tongue was swirling around the head of his cock and even though it ached he did not want her to stop. Her hand began to move up and down his half hard shaft. The slurping sound she made as his cock slipped in and out of her mouth made his balls tingle. He could not take his eyes off her lips sliding up and down his cock.

As his growing erection filled her mouth, she felt a sense of pride. She had done something he could not do by himself. There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted to fuck her again, but despite his lustful desire he had been unable to get hard. She considered the rigid shaft between her lips the ultimate form of flattery. She pulled her head back and stroked his well lubricated shaft.

"This time I want you to come in my mouth, I want to taste you," she whispered, as if it were their little secret.

As her words reached his ears Pete felt his cock stiffen completely. He enjoyed imposing his will on women, but hearing her tell him she wanted him to fill her mouth with cum started him down the path to orgasm. Her mouth felt warmer and wetter after what she had said. He knew all the mumbo jumbo about a woman swallowing was the ultimate sign of acceptance or submission; in this case it was both. 

She felt his hand cup her breast. Taking one hand off his cock she wrapped it around his wrist and pushed it back down, "This is a reward for good behavior, so behave."

Pete reluctantly let his arm rest against his thigh as she continued to stroke his erection.

"I want you to focus on coming in my mouth," she said, "you do want to come in my mouth, don't you?"

Despite her penchant for blowjobs, Carolyn rarely let her partner finish in her mouth. She found it much more erotic to see the results of her efforts splash across her tits or feel it dripping off her face. This time was different, this time she wanted to remember everything about Pete; the way he felt, the way he smelled and even the way he tasted.

If there was a more erotic phrase than 'come in my mouth' Pete didn't know what it could be. Those four words stoked the fire of his libido to a raging inferno. He watched as her tightly pursed lips glided over the contours of his manhood. The moment they slipped over the crown of his cock he could feel her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. She engulfed almost the entire length of his rigid shaft, and the let it emerge. Her hand followed her mouth, the firm grip providing a stark contrast to her warm, soft mouth.

"Are you close," she asked when gulped down another breath.

"Yea," he moaned, "really close." 

"Tell me when you are going to come, I don't want to miss a drop," she said, and then plunged her mouth down on to his throbbing erection.

When she had started sucking his cock Carolyn had wished she had the silver balls, but now she was glad she did not. She wanted to be as focused on his orgasm as he was. She knew her nipples were swollen again and her cunt was wet, but she pushed those sensations to the back of her mind, focusing on the way his dick filled her mouth and her hand.

"Oh fuck that feels good," Pete moaned.

The tell tale taste of his cum told her that Pete would not last much longer. Her hand stroked his resurrected cock at a frenzied pace and she lashed his engorged head with her tongue, desperate to make him explode in her mouth. 

"Oh, oh , oh, fuck! I'm going to come baby, I'm going to come!" Pete said loudly.

It was tempting to give him a bit more dirty talk to encourage him, but she didn't want to risk having he come before she could get his dick back into her mouth. Instead she twisted her head sideways and rubbed the head of his cock against the inside of her cheek. His orgasm erupted and flooded her mouth what hot, thick cum. As it flowed down her throat she kept sucking so hard her cheeks dimpled inward. When the last spurt shot out of his throbbing erection she sat up and stuck out her cum covered tongue, then curled it back into her mouth and made an exaggerated swallowing motion. Once she had gulped down his seed she stuck out her tongue again.

"What the hell is that for?" he asked.

"I don't know, it's something I saw in a porn video, "she replied.

"That's to prove they didn't spit it out... I have no doubt that you swallowed," he said.

"I feel kind of silly now," she replied.

"It was still hot," he said.

Carolyn tucked his flaccid cock back into his boxer briefs and squirmed back into the driver's seat, "I guess you will be leaving now."

"Yea, I have to be in court in the morning as expert witness."

As he buttoned up his pants she started the car and drove to the terminal. Pete opened the door, then leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. She felt his tongue invade her mouth and they kissed passionately for a few moments. Finally he broke the kiss and climbed out of the car. She watched him walk into the terminal. God, what a weekend. Her thoughts turned to his offer and she began to think of ways she could use her new toys. She smiled to herself. She had a couple ideas. She put the car into drive and found herself wondering if it would be wrong to pull over and dig the silver balls out of the bag of toys. Carolyn decided to save them for her shift at the store. She pulled away from the curb and headed for work.



Checkout Lane Hookup Ch. 06



As usual I own a huge thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for helping with this. Hopefully this part does not drag too much. I know where I want this story to go, but I'm still not sure how I am going to get there. Like the other woman based stories this one is a bit of a stretch for me ( since I'm not a woman ).I wasn't sure if this belonged in EC or Lesbian, but I decided it fit better here. I hope you enjoy it, please vote and comment on it. 

The store appeared unchanged as Carolyn walked though the automated doors. She made a sharp right as she entered and headed for the office to pick up her drawer. Pushing the door open she entered the room.

"Hello Sue, I'm here to start my shift," she said.

"Welcome back, I'm guessing by the way that you are walking the date last night went pretty well," Sue replied.

Carolyn blushed, she was a bit sore between her legs, but did not realize it was obvious that she had been fucked hard.

"You could say that."

"Anyone I know?" Sue asked.

"Not likely, he was just in town for a business trip, he went home today."

"So a wild night with a mysterious stranger, sounds exciting," Sue said, and then raised her hand to the corner of her mouth. "Uh, honey, I think you have a little something ..."

Carolyn's face turned beet red when she realized Sue was trying to say there was still cum on her face. She frantically wiped the skin around her mouth. Sue burst out laughing, and Carolyn realized she had just been pranked.

"I didn't know you were that kind of girl," Sue said, still trying to contain her laughter.

"Neither did I, but he was quite persuasive," Carolyn replied as the color of her face slowly returned to normal.

"You will have to tell me about it later, I'm curious what kind of man can turn you into such a slut."

Carolyn picked up her cash drawer and smiled. Sue didn't know the half if it. Carolyn considered opening her purse and showing Sue the silver balls that Pete had bought for her, but decided to keep them a secret. She glanced at the board on the wall and saw that she was assigned to watch the self check lanes. It meant less interaction with people, but the ones she would have to deal with would be the ones that didn't understand how the self check machines worked. It would be an excellent spot to scout out someone to, as Pete had put it, go exploring with.

The store was busy and a steady stream of customers passed through the lanes that Carolyn was watching. Not many of them needed help, and soon her mind was wandering. She wondered what Pete was doing, and if he was already with someone else. A devious grin spread across her face as she thought about the exhausted state that she had left his libido in. A flashing light on the console snapped her out of the fantasy she was constructing and she looked up to see the cause of the alert. A middle aged woman was trying to buy a few bottles of wine. Carolyn walked over to her, checked her ID and then returned to the cashier station and approved the sale. It made her realized that everything she had done with Pete she had done sober. She wondered what she would have agreed to if her inhibitions had been lowered by a few glasses of wine.

The group of people standing in line to check out didn't offer much in the way of candidates for her fantasy, so she focused on keeping the line moving. She waved people up to her small counter if they only had one or two items. It was a way to game the system, pushing her number of transactions and items scanned per minute statistics higher. Eventually someone would find the loophole, but as long as it existed she planned to use it. Time passed quickly and soon it was time for her lunch break. She considered going to the burger place that had started her adventure with Pete, but decided to just get a sandwich from the deli and eat in the break room.

The room was mostly empty; two of the overnight stockers were killing time before their shift started. Both were much older than she was, and not what Carolyn was looking for in fellow explorers. She pulled out the card Pete had given her and noticed he had completely blacked out his work phone and email address. She pulled out her phone and tapped on the screen, entering Pete's name into a search engine. The results were less than exciting. A linked in page, some articles in a law enforcement journal and one news story where he was mentioned as an expert witness. On a whim she typed in the email address he had hand written on the card. The result of this search was much more interesting. There were several hits from social media and a few from forums with extremely naughty sounding names. She clicked on the Tumblr link. The moment the image came up she blushed and covered the screen with her hand. It was a picture of a woman's breast with what looked like wax covering the nipples. Nervously she glanced around, once she was satisfied no one else could see the picture she slowly withdrew her hand and began to scroll through the images. The first thing she thought of was getting a bikini wax, and how the hot wax felt on her skin. She felt her nipples begin to swell as she imagined him holding the candle above her tits. He would have her tied up, spread eagle, unable to move as the flame melted more and more wax until the drop was heavy enough to break free splatter against her skin.

The sound of the door opening made her cover the phone again. It was one of the custodians with his brown bag lunch. The man joined the stockers. Carolyn wondered if any of them knew how turned on she was. Her hand slipped off the screen and she quickly flipped through the images. In the pictures were toys similar to what he had bought her; floggers, riding crops, nipple clamps, dildos and vibrators just to name a few. Most of the pictures were of the items in use. Carolyn knew she wasn't a lesbian, but the images of other women being penetrated were strangely arousing. Some of the toys were shockingly large, and yet somehow he had managed to find a woman that not only let him shove it into her pussy, but take a picture of her labia stretched tight around it.

Not wanting to be too turned on she bookmarked the page for later and closed it. Next she opened the twitter feed and scrolled down looking for her name. There was no mention of her, but she was a bit shocked by what she read.

"Number 12 is coming over tonight. It is time for her to surrender her ass to me"

Carolyn blushed and skimmed down to read another.

"Number 8 is getting her first lesson tonight"

"New woman at work must not violate the prime directive."

She wondered if that meant he had a rule against fucking his co-workers. She strolled up to his most recent entries, wondering if she had a number.

"Met a new play toy, nice big tits"

The time stamp showed it was yesterday, it slowly dawned on her that she was the play toy. Carolyn wasn't sure if she should be mad or flattered. She continued to scroll down.

"Play toy knows how to suck a cock"

She smiled at his acknowledgement of her oral skill. The rage was subsiding. Carolyn wondered if her identity as the play toy was a secret they shared. She continued reading.

"Came on her tits, making her leave it there."

"Taking her shopping for some toys"

"My cum is still on her tits, makes me so horny"

She read the next entry and the last bit of anger faded away, "This chick is a bad ass"

Carolyn forced herself to stop reading, if she became any more aroused she would be tempted to finger herself in the restroom. Opening her purse she gazed at the two silver balls. It was tempting to put them to use, but the rational part of her brain reminded her she still had several hours left at work, and that might be a bit much considering what she had been through.

In an attempt to wind down her libido she texted her roommate that she would be home soon, and would explain where she was the previous night. Carolyn cleared the table of her trash and walked back out into the store.

It was a constant struggle not to let her mind wander back to the night with Pete. She compromised by continuing her evaluation of the customers going through the line. Her terminal displayed what each of them was scanning. She was supposed to make sure that what the sensor read was actually what they were purchasing, but she only spot-checked. 

The rack that held the bag was also a scale, and it would detect if the weight did not match the item scanned. She was impressed at how the system was both sensitive and durable. It occasionally had trouble with small items like jewelry or watch batteries, but most of the time it functioned as designed. An attractive young man began appeared at station four. She looked down to see what he was scanning. At first he looked like a good candidate for a fantasy, one of the items he scanned was baby oil. She imagined playing naked twister with him, sliding around on his oil slicked body. Her fantasy came to a grinding halt as she moved down the list and saw baby formula and diaper rash ointment. She tried to restart her fantasy by thinking of him as a nanny or au pair, but when he looked up, she saw the sleep deprived eyes of a new father.

The next hour passed slowly, the quality of candidate for her fantasy dropped off considerably. She glanced at her watch, and realized that she was in the middle of prime clubbing hours. That explained the lack of hotties coming through her line. The best she saw were a couple of frat guys buying beer. She briefly considered a threesome, but was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. It was one of her co-workers.

"Dan says you can go on break, be back in fifteen minutes," Sally said.

"Okay, thanks," Carolyn replied. 

She wandered back to the break room and continued her fantasy with the two frat guys. The break room was busier and louder than it had been on her lunch break, and the constant din interrupted her fantasy, leaving her frustrated. She parked herself in a corner and pulled out her phone to resume her cyber stalking of Pete, or rather his alter ego.

This time she looked at his photo blog. The first thing that popped up was a reminder that the sight was only for those of over eighteen and of an open mind. She began to imagine the kinds of things Pete would post pictures of; it caused her pulse to quicken. Quicken. As she began to examine the pictures she was not disappointed. Most of the pictures were close up, there were not any faces. Breasts bound tightly or decorated with nipple clamps, and a variety of crotch shots of different women. Pete seemed to have a preference for women with curves, although there were a few shots of women with small tits or bony asses.

A few of the pictures were attributed to other web pages, but most were marked 'personal collection'. She quickly scrolled to the bottom where the most recent pictures were, wondering if she would find a picture of her body. She was both relieved and disappointed that none of the images bore a resemblance to her anatomy. She scrolled through the images again, this time at a more casual pace. Almost all of the pictures were of women. 

There were a few of him getting a blowjob, or at least she guessed it was him. Like all the other pictures it was cropped tight, so the only part of the woman visible was her mouth and chin, and the only part of Pete in the frame was his rigid shaft. Carolyn licked her lips, fondly recalling the way it felt to make him come in her mouth even though he thought he was too worn out to get hard.

She let out a giggle when she saw a picture captioned 'my better side'. It was a picture of his naked ass, and while she preferred his sculpted torso, his nice round ass was a close second. She looked at her purse again; the silver balls were calling to her. Glancing at the time on her phone she realized her break had occurred later than scheduled, and she had less than two hours left before she went home. Snatching her purse off the table she left the break room for somewhere more private.

Even thought it wasn't the first time she had used the balls in public it was still a surreal experience. She wondered how many of the people walking by noticed how swollen her nipples were, and if any of them wrote it off to the store's temperature. She looked down the line of customers waiting to check out. None of them inspired her. The minutes ticked by, most of the people didn't even make eye contact with her as they hurried out; instead, they were stuffing the receipt into the bag or digging for car keys.

Finally she spotted a candidate. He was wearing a soccer jersey with an Australian flag on it and a pair of nice fitting jeans. She could see the top of a Foster's oilcan sticking out of his basket. She smiled; the alcohol purchase would require an override. She could do it from her station, but official policy was to check the ID of anyone under 40. He was average height, and the loose jersey made it difficult to see what kind of shape he was in, but his jeans were much kinder to her imagination. He had tan skin and blonde hair. A hint of golden stubble covered his face, and his fierce blues eyes were framed between cheekbones that looked like they were sculpted and blonde eyebrows. She watched the terminal as he began to scan his items. The first few items were boring, hummus, chips, a can of nuts. The next item caught her attention, it was a box of condoms, and they were the large size. She wondered if he bought that size for an ego boost, or because he needed them. 

Carolyn crossed and uncrossed her legs, causing the balls in her pussy to shift around. While it wasn't quite as enjoyable and having Pete press a vibrator against her pussy in the middle of porn shop it was still quite a thrill. He scanned the beer and she saw the message pop on the screen informing him that he would need to provide ID to complete the transaction. He looked her direction, and when she made eye contact with him he smiled at her. His eyes were deep blue whirlpools that threatened to suck her in, and it was with great effort that she pulled he gaze away from him. She felt her cheeks getting warmer as her thoughts of what she wanted him to her began to spiral out of control. She looked down and stared at her terminal until she was able to regain her composure.

As she walked towards him she noticed his arms. They bulged in all the right spots, and she guessed the part of his body under the shirt was equally well muscled.

"I need to see your ID" she said when she stopped in front of him. Carolyn could smell just a hint of his cologne. It smelled good, and there was just enough to make her want to get closer.

"All right," he replied, his voice had a slight accent.

Carolyn looked at the card he was holding out. It wasn't a driver's license; instead it was a work visa. The fact he was from another country made him that much more alluring. She had to look for a few seconds to find the birth date. He was a few years older than she was. 

She glanced at the big blue can.

"Don't judge me. It's a rule, we have to have a can with us at all times," he said when noticed she was looking at the Foster's. "There are better Australian beers, but nobody in this country has them."

"Thank you," she said, tapping the clearance code into the terminal and scanning her badge across the sensor. Instead of taking the lanyard off her neck she leaned over the scanner in a way he could see down her shirt. She had not been judging him, not about the beer at least. A quick look at his snug fitting jean told her that the magnum sized condoms were purchased out of necessity, not pride.

"Do you need any ice or stamps?" she said reflexively, and then glanced in his basket to see what else he was buying. There was a bottle of massage oil.

"No, not tonight," he replied, his eyes slowly moving up her body. Carolyn was certain he knew how aroused she was. Turning around she began to walk away when she heard his voice.

"Do you always work this part of the store?" he asked.

"No, I'm usually down on register six or nine," she replied, pointing down the row of registers.

"Down on six or nine, I'll remember that next time I am here. Have a good evening," he said, then resumed scanning his items.

Carolyn wanted to squeal. He obviously had plans for the evening, but it sounded like he would be looking for her on his next visit. She unashamedly watched him walked out of the store. The view from the back was just as good as the view from the front. Just as he walked out the door he looked over his shoulder and smiled at her. Then he disappeared.

The rest of her shift was spent doing a little dance that moved the ball around inside her and thinking of the hot blonde customer. Fate was kind to her and sent a stream of customers that didn't require any assistance. Occasionally she would wave a customer with just one of two items up to her station. She needed a distraction from her fantasy, it was one thing to be a little turned on with people watching, but she wasn't quite ready to let them see her come.

When her shift finally ended Carolyn turned in her drawer and gathered her things. She sat down in the break room, pulled out her phone and started a text to Pete.

-I have your balls inside me.

It was only after she had pressed send that she realized that she had skipped over the pleasantries of asking how his flight was. Her phone chimed and she looked at the screen.

-Not mine must be yours. I have mine with me.

-Point taken, but I think mine feel better. I almost came at work because of them. I saw someone I want to experiment with. 

It felt odd telling him she was thinking of fucking another man, but he had encouraged that very behavior. She pressed send.

-I expect to hear all about the results of your experiment.

Carolyn sensed someone approaching and typed a hurried goodbye, then slipped the phone back into her pocket.

"So," Sue said, "you were going to tell me about your date last night."

"Yea, I'm not sure how much I'm going to admit to sober, but he was very talented," Carolyn replied. Pete had been right about many things, among them that she did not want a reputation as a slut.

"Talented, is that what you call it," Sue said, continuing to pry.

"And considerate," 

"Are you going to see him again?" Sue asked.

"That's up to him. He doesn't live here, and I don't have much of a travel budget with school and everything," Carolyn answered. She felt her phone buzz; it was the second time since Sue started talking to her. She reluctantly pulled it out, hoping that it wasn't an explicit text from Pete. Much to her relief it was from her roommate, asking her to pick up a few things on her way home.

"Is that him?" Sue asked.

"No, it's my roomie. I've got to go," she replied, making a mental note to thank her roommate for rescuing her from Sue's interrogation.

As she left the store, she walked past an end cap display for Foster's lager and the blonde customer popped back into her head. As she approached her car she looked in the back window, wondering if the two of them could fit in the back seat. She open the front door and sat down, but before she started the car she looked over her shoulder at the back seat again and imagined the blonde Australian with his shift off and his pants pulled down to the middle of his muscular thighs. She would be on top of him, but he would be in control. One of his hands would be around her throat and the other would be tugging on her swollen nipple. Carolyn looked around; there was nobody near her car. She slipped on hand inside her shift and began to pinch and pull on swollen amber nub, matching up with her fantasy. She imagined him commanding her to grab his cock. Her hand gripped the erection of her imaginary partner. It would be big, bigger than anything she has experienced before. She began to move her arm up and down as she thought about stroking his big, hard dick. On each down stroke she pressed her hand between her legs. Her fantasy was taking over and reality was fading away. One of his hands was on her hip, pulling her down until her pussy was pressed against the engorged head of his cock. He ordered her to fuck him. Carolyn was so immersed in her fantasy that she felt nervous about what would come next. Her hips began to rock back and forth as she imagined the lips of her pussy being stretched around his throbbing erection. Her fingers dug into the soft skin of her breast, grabbing her roughly as she thought he would. His mouth would be on her other tit, his teeth biting down on her nipple as he rammed his cock into her and filled her with his rigid shaft. Carolyn slammed her head against the back of her seat. She was grinding her wrist against her pussy. Her legs flailed about, banging against the bottom of the steering wheel as she imagined riding the blonde man's thick cock. The silver balls shifted around, bumping against her G spot and igniting the climax that has been simmering ever since she saw him look down her shirt and smile.




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"Fuck, yes," she moaned as her orgasm engulfed her.

When she finally opened her eyes the first thing she noticed was that the windows were fogged up. She blushed at the thought of what she had just done, then started the car and switched on the defroster. The fog slowly receded from the glass and she looked around, wondering if anyone had walked by when she was lost in the throes of passion. 

Satisfied that she had been alone the entire time she put the care in gear and headed for home. Each time she changed gears the silver balls gave her a subtle reminder that they were still there.

The weariness hit her as she parked her car. The night with Pete had not allowed much time for sleep and it was finally catching up with her. She grabbed her bundle of dirty clothes, the stuff her roommate had asked for, and the bag of gifts from Pete and headed towards the front door.

"Honey, I'm home," she called out as she shut the door and locked it. She went to her room first and set down the bag of toys, then tossed her clothes into the hamper. The next stop was the kitchen where she put away her purchases. Finally she arrived in the main room. Lori, her roommate, was on the loveseat.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Lori said, looking over her shoulder, "Ooh, cute outfit! Is that new?"

"Yea, I, uh, didn't have time for laundry last night, needed something clean for work."

"I noticed you didn't come home last night. I figured as long as you were checking into places with your phone you were okay. Dinner at Beef squared, classy date."

"You have no idea," Carolyn replied with a mischievous grin.

"You're not going to tell me about it, are you," Lori said, her mouth making an exaggerated frown.

"Not now. So, what are you watching?"

"Chick flick marathon, wanna join me?" Lori replied, patting the couch cushion.

"Yea, it would be nice to sit and do nothing, I'm tired," Carolyn answered as she sat down. The movie was good, but not quite enough to keep her eyes from shutting. Minutes later she was asleep.

It was the word incontinence that woke Lori up. That wasn't a word she expected to hear in a romantic comedy. She realized she must have dozed off, and an infomercial had replaced the movie on the TV. As the rest of her senses woke up she realized she was slumped against her roommate, more specifically her roommate's big tits. Lori opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of Carolyn's impressive cleavage. It was understandable that most guys wanted to be in this position. The slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her roommate's chest told Lori that Carolyn had fallen asleep as well. She chuckled at how different the two of them were anatomically. Carolyn was curvy and a bit thick waisted. In contrast, her body was lean and flat. As if to prove she had a sense of humor, Mother Nature had provided Lori with nipples that were outsized for her A-cup breasts. It wasn't something she thought about much, but right now they were standing at attention and stretching the material of her shirt. 

She looked back at Carolyn's breasts, wondering what her date had done with them. He probably tit fucked her at least once, Lori thought. If she had a cock that's what she would have done. In one of their many late night discussions about sex Carolyn had told more than one story about having her big tits wrapped around a guys throbbing erection. She admitted that she sometimes made a guy come on them just to slow him down. Getting him to cover her breasts with cum meant he had to find some way to entertain her until his dick got hard again. Lori decided she liked Carolyn's tits enough to stay where she was and closed her eyes again, tuning out the noise of the TV.

A buzzing sensation roused Carolyn from her slumber. Her first thought was of what Pete had done to her at the porn shop with the vibrator. 

She still could not believe that she had come in the middle of the store. She recognized the buzzing as her phone; she had neglected to turn the ringer back on after leaving work. She opened her eyes and saw Lori snuggled against her bosom. Even though she wasn't attracted to other women, the sight of Lori's head resting on her breasts was slightly arousing. Carolyn recalled Pete saying that he didn't require that her experiments be limited to men. She wondered if Pete would approve of Lori with her waifish body. 

His photo blog had included a few women with bodies similar to her roommate's. Carolyn decided it didn't matter to her if Pete approved or not, she like the way Lori looked. The two of them had discussed the pros and cons of their distinctly different body types. Carolyn was jealous of Lori's ability to eat anything and still be thin, and Lori confessed to occasionally coveting Carolyn's full breasts, but not enough to buy fake ones. Moving slowly she pulled the phone out of her pocket, there was one text message. It was from Pete and simply said 'Good Night'. She wondered what had kept him up so late, but resisted the temptation to look at his twitter feed. More than likely he was being serviced by someone known only by a number.

"Hey," Lori said, her voice still sounding sleepy.

"Hey," Carolyn replied.

"Is that your date?"

"Yea, he was just saying good night," Carolyn replied.

"He's just now going to sleep, he is a wild one."

"You don't know the half of it,"

Lori sat up, "Then tell me."

"How about I show you," Carolyn offered. She had noticed Lori's nipples poking through her shirt, and wondered what the cause was. It could be that Lori was dreaming about sex, or it could be the way they were cuddling.

"Okay, show me," Lori answered, suddenly sounding quite perky.

"Follow me."

Carolyn started to walk towards her bedroom, pausing briefly to make sure Lori was following her. Once they were both inside she shut the door. There was no reason to do it; they were the only two people home. Carolyn picked up the bag from the sex shop and set it on the bed.

"He bought me all this. I haven't even opened all the boxes, but the stuff we did use was pretty amazing."

Lori smiled knowingly; she recognized the name of the shop on the bag. It didn't surprise her that Carolyn had a few toys, but she wanted to see which ones. One by one she watched her roommate pull items from the bag. First was the riding crop, then a flogger. 

The next item was a very ornate set of nipple clamps. Lori wondered if they would fit on the oversized amber buds that protruded from her chest. The next item caught her by surprise. It was vibrator, but not just any vibrator. She had seen it at the store and found it intriguing, but a bit too expensive. Her first impulse was to ask to borrow it, but she didn't have the nerve. She wondered if Carolyn had used it. The next thing Carolyn pulled out was a box. She opened it gingerly, as if she expected something to spring out.

"I don't know what's in here," Carolyn confessed. She opened the box.

"Those are butt plugs," Lori observed.

"Butt whats?" Carolyn asked.

"Butt plugs, you use them to get ready for anal sex," Lori explained, the laughed as Carolyn 

quickly closed the box.

"Not a fan?"

"No... are you?" Carolyn asked.

"Sometimes,"

"Why would you do that?"

"Well," Lori said, sweeping her hand across her body, "I don't have quite as much to offer as you do. Plus the look a guy's face when you ask him to fuck you in the ass is priceless One guy looked like he almost came in his pants when I said it."

"It's probably a lot like the look I get when I tell them to come in my mouth,"

"Ech, I can't do that," Lori said.

"But you take it in the ass?"

"I make them wear a condom, I can't imagine having his stuff go down my throat."

"To each her own," Carolyn observed.

"So do you swallow a lot?" Lori asked.

"Not really, just when I'm feeling really slutty. At least it doesn't hurt."

Lori picked up the flogger," I guess this doesn't hurt either."

"It does, but it's different," Carolyn replied.

Lori picked up the riding crop and smacked it against Carolyn's thigh.

"Ouch!"

"Is that how it hurts?" Lori asked.

Carolyn snatched the riding crop out of her roommate's hand, "He didn't do it like that, at least not at first."

"Really, show me" Lori replied.

"He started out slow," Carolyn said.

Lori could not believe what was happening. She wondered what kind of spell Carolyn's mystery man had put on her. She felt the riding crop against her neck and it made her pulse quicken. Maybe the magic was in the toys. She saw Carolyn reach into the bag and pull out a blindfold.

"Put this on, I can't do this with you looking at me."

Lori quickly complied. Not knowing what was going to happen next only excited her more. 

She focused on the physical sensation and tried not to think about the fact it was her roommate that was directing the tip of the riding crop towards her swollen nipples.

When her roommate was no longer able to see Carolyn reached into the bag and retrieved the silver balls. She cupped them in her palm then slipped her hand into her pants. One at a time she pushed them into her vagina. She looked at Lori again and felt empowered by the anonymity the blindfold provided. Even though Lori certainly new that it was her wielding the riding crop, the tiny bit of deniability the blindfold provided was just enough for Carolyn to indulge her desires.

"Hands behind your head," Carolyn ordered. She could tell she was getting caught up in the moment.

Lori laced her fingers on the back of her skull and moments later she felt the flat leather patch at the end of the riding crop tapping against her ribs. It moved down her body and then behind it. As it slapped against her ass the blows became more forceful. It stung slightly, but she didn't mind. Lori wondered what it would feel like against her bare skin, but she wasn't quite ready to strip down in front of Carolyn.

It was easier now that she was behind Lori. Her roommate's backside was androgynous, and Carolyn felt less like a lesbian now that she had lost sight of Lori's perky breasts and their prominent nipples. She dragged the tip of the riding crop down the center of Lori's thighs and heard a soft moan.

"Quiet," Carolyn demanded. She began to understand why Pete had done this to her. She flipped the riding crop to Lori's other leg and began to work her way up. When it reached her waist Carolyn set it down and picked up the flogger. This toy seemed more fitting for what she was doing. Swing her arm wide she struck Lori in the small of her back and heard a muffled whimper.

"I said quiet!"

Biting her lip Lori stifled the sound that was trying to escape. The leather straps were slowly marching up the length of her back. When they reached her neck she lowered her head, exposing more skin. The flogging continued, reversing course and moving back down. 

Each blow was a bit stronger than the last, and by the time the leather was slapping against her ass she was thankful she still had her pants on. Her swollen nipples begged to be touched. Lori began to lower her hands but was stopped by an especially painful blow.

"Keep your hands on your head!"

The leather strips slapped against her hips, the tendrils reaching towards her mons. A warm tingling sensation blossomed inside her pussy.

"Yes..." Lori moaned. 

The flogger continued its downward journey, with each blow she felt the leather wrapping around her narrow thighs. The sensation changed slightly and Lori realized that Carolyn was standing in front now. The stinging blows were on her calf muscles, and then they stopped. The next thing she felt was the flogger gently slapping against the back of her knee. It was a light touch, but went straight to her sex, ignited the fuse on her climax. It swished across her thighs, then her belly and finally her breasts.

"So close..." Lori groaned as she felt her orgasm building.

When the flogger brushed against her nipples it was like an electric shock. It was moving lower again, closer and closer to her sex. She could feel her pulse pounding as it moved down her body at a glacial pace.

"Please let me come," Lori begged.

"Not yet," Carolyn replied

Watching Lori become more and more aroused had been hypnotic, but there was something forbidden about the narrow space between her legs. Carolyn wanted Lori to come, but she just could not bring herself to do it.

"Take off your clothes," Carolyn ordered. Her desire to see Lori naked was driven more by curiosity than carnal desire. She watched as Lori fumbled with the buttons of her shirt.

Much to her surprise Lori was not embarrassed or nervous as she complied with Carolyn's instructions. It felt somewhat liberating to reveal her body. She removed her shirt and the bra she wore just because it was cute. She could feel Carolyn's eyes on her swollen nipples. She peeled off her pants and stopped. There was one facet of her body that she hesitated to let Carolyn see. It was something she sometimes regarded as a blessing and sometimes regarded as a curse. Her pussy was different that most other women, based on the brief glances she had stolen at the gym. The inner lips of her vagina did not live up to their name; instead, they protruded past her outer labia. And then there was her clitoris. It was big. Her doctor had explained that it was in the normal range. She had done a bit of research and found the doctor was correct, but just barely. She was three millimeters away from being outside what was considered normal. In her present state of arousal had caused her clit to swell past average. 

The blessing part of her anatomical abnormality was that she could easily reach climax, and more than once. The curse was the way people reacted to it. More than one guy had become visible disturbed at the sight of her sex, and she had avoided being naked around other women to avoid being mocked. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and took a leap of faith.

"You look good naked," Carolyn said.

Seeing Lori without a stitch of clothing one was satisfying. Her lean body was almost boyish in appearance. Her breasts curved out slightly from her chest. Her nipples were outsized for her tits, but not freakishly so. She lacked the noticeable taper in her waist and her hips were narrow. Carolyn could not help but pause when she saw Lori's sex. It looked nothing like hers. Thick pink lips hung between her legs and her clit was plainly visible. 

Carolyn had not seen many other women naked and wondered who was closer to normal, Lori or herself. She walked over to the bed and picked up the vibrator, then returned to Lori's side and placed it in her hand.

"I saw the way you looked at this, now I want to see you make yourself come with it."

The sense of relief that Carolyn did not gasp in shock at the sight of her body was short lived when she felt the vibrator in her hand. She had not realized Carolyn noticed her staring at it. Her body ached to be penetrated, but she wasn't sure she could do it in front of another person. She had been caught masturbating once by a roommate in college and found it to be very embarrassing, but the more she thought doing it in front of Carolyn the less it bothered her.

"Do you need some more encouragement?" Carolyn asked, slapping Lori's ass with her hand.

"No."

"Then go fuck yourself," Carolyn said, and then sat down on the bed. She was facing Lori, and chose to look at her roommates face.

Being blindfolded made it a bit easier to comply with Carolyn's order, but more difficult to turn on the damn vibrator. She fumbled with it briefly until she heard and felt it hum to life. 

She leaned forward slightly and placed the toy between her legs. The moment the tip touched her lips her entire body shuddered.

"Oh, oh, fuck," Lori moaned.

Carolyn continued to stare at Lori's face, Watching the way her lips moved and listening to the sounds she made as the toy slid deeper and deeper into her pussy. The way Lori was standing blocked most the toy from view, but that was fine. Carolyn had no desire to see Lori's pussy; she was much more aroused by the expression on Lori's face. Carolyn crossed her legs, causing the balls in her own pussy to shift and setting herself on a course for orgasmic bliss.

Once she had the toy pushed in enough for the little wings to touch her clit and her ass Lori felt a shiver pass through her body. Her knees felt weak and the warm tingling between her legs began to spread. She slid the toy almost all the way out, then back in. She loved the feeling of being penetrated, the sense of fullness and the way it buzzed against her ass. She lowered her body until she was on her knees, afraid she would fall over if she continued to stand.

Leaning forward she crouched almost doggy style, one hand on the floor supporting her weight, the other pushing and pulling on the vibrator, plunging it into her wet hole and then yanking it back out. She had completely forgotten that Carolyn was there. When the wings pressed against her ass and clit again she held the toy in place. The vibrations from the three different parts of the toy seemed to converge on the G spot, setting off her first orgasm. Lori's over-sized clitoris was once again a blessing as her entire body quaked in response to her climax. 

She paused just long enough to catch her breath, and then sat up, resting on her haunches. 

Planting the base of the vibrator on the floor she sank down on to it until it was once again buried inside her pussy. She let go of the toy and began to caress her breasts, carefully avoiding her swollen nipples. Teasing herself she moved her hands closer and closer to the amber protrusions.

"Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes," she moaned," I have got to get one of these."

Lori suddenly remembered that Carolyn was in the room, but she was beyond caring. She could feel her next climax building and used her thumbs to stroke her nipples. Lori had concluded long ago that her nipples were actually extra clits based on how sensitive they were. Touching them was addictive and soon she was not just brushing her thumbs against them, but pinching and tugging on them as well. She leaned back, putting more pressure on the part of the vibrator that was against her ass, and went cascading over the edge of her second orgasm.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck, yes, yes!" her voice had reached a fevered pitch as waves of pleasure rocked her body. She heard Carolyn moaning, and the thought of her coming made Lori's orgasm return for an encore performance. Finally, exhausted, she collapsed on the floor and turned the toy off when it slipped out of her dripping wet pussy. She pulled the blindfold off and saw Carolyn was still sitting on the bed, still fully clothed and still staring at her.

Watching Lori come over and over had been nothing short of amazing. Seeing her lithe body squirm and hearing her panting had been almost overwhelming. Carolyn hand rocked her hips to get the silver balls moving, and then played with her tits until she came. While her orgasm was enjoyable, it paled in comparison to what she had witnessed.

"Was it good for you too?" Lori asked with a smile as she began to reach of her clothes.

"Yea, it was."

"I've never done anything like that before," Lori said.

"Me neither, at least with a woman. Pete made me play with myself a few times. He seemed to get off watching me come, and now I see why."

"So the mystery man has a name," Lori said as she pulled her panties on.

"Can I ask you to do something for me?"

"Sure," Lori replied as she fidgeted with her bra.

"Can you sleep with me in my bed tonight? Just sleep, I'm not ready for anything else."

"Sure," Lori replied.

"And..." Carolyn said, her face turning bright red.

"And?"

"Can you leave your clothes off?"

"Okay," Lori said slowly, "but can I ask why if we are just sleeping?"




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"Pete's pretty, well, really kinky... I think. He wants me to experiment, but I have to take things at my own pace. I think being in bed with you naked is a good first step."

"Sounds fun, when are you going to tell him about it?" Lori asked, sliding her panties to the floor.

"As soon as I get my clothes off."

Lori watched as Carolyn stripped down. The first article of clothing to go was her shirt, then her bra. It wasn't the first time Lori had seen her roommate topless, but this time was different. 

It wasn't a fleeting glance during an outfit change. This time Carolyn's lovely breasts remained exposed. When she bent over to peel of her socks gravity pulled her tits down and made them look even bigger. Finally she stripped off her pants and underwear.

"So are these all the toys he bought you, or is there still something in the bag?" Lori asked, hoping for something that would distract her from 

Carolyn's naked body.

Carolyn thought about showing Lori the silver balls, but wasn't quite ready to have someone besides Pete seeing her removing them. Instead she reached into the bag and pulled out another box.

"Honestly I don't know what's in this."

"Well open it up and find out," Lori said eagerly.

Gingerly lifting the lid off the box Carolyn reached inside. When her hand emerged she was holding what looked like a double ended dildo that was roughly shaped like the letter L. The reached into the box again and pulled out a harness.

"I'm not even sure what this is called," Carolyn said as she examined the item.

"I do," Lori commented.

"You seem to know a lot about this stuff, I had no idea you were so..."

"Kinky?" Lori replied.

"Yea, I guess that's the word. So what is it?" 

"It's kind of like a strap on, but it goes inside you. Either he was planning on having you fuck him in the ass, or he wanted to see you fuck someone else," Lori explained.

Turning the toy over Carolyn still looked perplexed. At first she could not imagine Pete submitting to her, but then she recalled the way she and pinned him down and ridden his cock. Even if he wanted to submit to her she wasn't sure she could figure how the toy worked, much less take on the role that would be required.

"Let's just put that away for now," Lori said, taking the dildo from Carolyn. Instead of being anatomically correct, the surface was covered with a combination of ridges and bumps and both ends flared out to a bulbous head. She wondered what Caroline's benefactor had in mind. Neither of the options that came to mind were quite arousing.

"Yea, I'm not ready to use something like that," Carolyn said.

"That's the last one, I guess it is time for bed," Lori said

"There is one more thing," Carolyn replied, picking up her phone," I'm going to let him know about tonight's adventure."

"Ooooo, can I see what he says," Lori asked.

"Let me make sure it's appropriate for you," Carolyn said as she began to type. She wondered if Pete would even notice he had a message. She suspected he would be occupied when he returned home.

After several false starts she began to compose her message

-Hey- I showed my roomie your toys, she likes them

The response was almost immediate

-Do tell

Carolyn looked at Lori, silently asking for permission to reveal the intimate details of what 

had just happened. Lori grinned and nodded.

-First I used the riding crop and flogger on her. Then she stripped down and I watched her use the vibrator.

Once again her phone chimed.

-I wish I was there to see that. What is your roomie like?

Carolyn hesitated, and then replied.

-Thin, probably too thin for you. I saw your photo blog; you seem to like women with curves.

Pete's response was not what she expected.

-That's not what I asked, let me try again. Is your roommate open to some more experiments? Oh, and I like thin, just not delicate.

Carolyn showed the message to Lori, and she snatched the phone away and began to type

-Roomie here, I assure you I am quiet durable and yes, I am open to more experiments.

Carolyn took the phone back and turned on the bed so Lori could read over her shoulder.

-Is that an invitation for a visit? What are you two doing now?

"Say fuck yes," Lori whispered, and Carolyn began typing.

-Fuck yes it is. Right now my roomie and I are both naked and lying in my bed, we are going to sleep soon.

Pete's response took a few seconds this time.

-I will find an open spot on my calendar. Give each other a kiss good night for me.

When Carolyn set down her phone Lori's heart skipped a bit. There were a few moments of being bi-curious in her past, mostly alcohol fueled make out sessions in a bar to get the attention of a guy, but she had never been naked with another woman. Being in bed with Carolyn was an unexpected thrill. She wanted to reach out and touch her luscious breasts, but didn't have the nerve. She noticed that although Carolyn's breasts were much larger that her own, her nipples were much smaller. Lori wondered if the smaller size made them any less sensitive. 

Being nude in front of Lori was comfortable. Carolyn didn't feel aroused as much as she felt free. She wondered what it would be like when and if Pete joined them. Would they just take turns fucking him, or would he want them to touch each other.

"Ready to go to sleep?" Carolyn asked.

"Yea, but I think you owe me a kiss," Lori replied.

"What?"

"The text, he said to kiss each other goodnight for him. I think we should do it, "Lori explained.

"We should, in fact we should do one better," Carolyn said as she picked up her phone.

"Okay, but no tongue," Lori insisted.

Holding the phone at arm's length she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Lori's mouth. She could see the screen of the phone out of the corner of her eye. Panning down until the frame only captured from their chins to their cheeks she snapped a picture.

"That was... nice," Lori said. It was the first time she had kissed another woman sober.

"Yea, it was. I'd like to send him this, is that okay with you?" Carolyn asked, showing the roommate the image of their lip lock.

"That's not going to be my fifteen minutes of internet fame, is it?" Lori asked.

"I'm sure the NSA knows it is us, but don't think anyone else will recognize you,"

"You're probably right, and anyone that can recognize me by my chin probably knows a lot of other things about me."

Carolyn tapped on her phone and then set it down, "I told him to dream about us."

"That sounds like a great idea, "Lori said wearily, and then closed her eyes.

Even though she was exhausted Carolyn did not find sleep as easily as her roommate. She wondered what Pete was doing, and if he was with anyone. She wondered how soon he would be back, and if she would have the nerve to have sex in front of Lori. There was no doubt in her mind that Pete and Lori would fuck in front of her.

Carolyn slipped her hand between her legs. Her pussy still felt wet and hot. She slipped two fingers past her labia, probing for the silver balls. For now they would remain her secret. Lori sighed and Carolyn looked over at her to make sure she was still asleep. Lori had squirmed enough that her breasts were no longer covered by the sheet. The contrast between her diminutive breasts and her big nipples intrigued her. She forced herself to look away before she was tempted to start playing with her pussy. After slipping the balls out she placed them under her pillow.

She felt the bed move, and seconds later Lori rolled over and snuggled against her. Carolyn looked down and was greeted by the sight of Lori's head resting on her naked breast. She put her arms around Lori's shoulder and drifted off to sleep, wondering what she would dream about.



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As usual thanks to Cheer_Smartie526 for all the help with the story. Enjoy, and please rate&comment on it.

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"Do you trust me?" Pete asked.

"Yes?" Carolyn replied. 

Her mind was spinning; everything had happened so fast. Pete surprised her at the store, rushed her to this hotel, and now she was naked, handcuffed to a chair. She was staring at her own image in a mirror and feeling very, very vulnerable. Pete was standing behind her, his reflection also visible in the mirror. There were gaps in the hair covering his chest, scar tissue from events in his life he had not shared with her yet. She closed her eyes as the tip of the riding crop pressed against the nape of her neck. She felt it slide down her back, following her spine. The next sensation startled her. A warm fluid splashed against her skin just below the small of her back and began to pool. The leather tip of the riding crop plowed through it, causing it to drain between the cheeks of her ass.

The sting of the riding crop against her thigh registered a split second before she heard the sound of it slapping against her skin. She braced herself for the next blow, but felt something different. Something thick and hot was following the warm liquid and spreading the cheeks of her ass apart. She gasped, surprised at what Pete was doing. Another stinging sensation, this one on her ass, reminded Carolyn that he had not let go of the riding crop. She was aghast that he would violate one of her hard limits; her lips began to form their safe word.

She had made it clear to him that he was not going to fuck her in the ass, but he insisted on pushing her limits. He continued with the riding crop, slapping it against her buttocks. The sting of the blows had been overwhelmed by her desire to please him, but what he was doing with his cock concerned her.

"I'm not sure I believe you," Pete replied. It was important to him that she agreed to whatever happened next. He wondered if she would regret setting such a slow pace once she discovered the pleasure she was missing with her reluctance. He continued to stroke his cock, occasionally pressing the engorged head down so it brushed against her nicely rounded ass cheeks. He knew she would not go all the way tonight, but that didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun.

"I think I'm showing great restraint," Pete said.

Carolyn knew she was in no position to resist; her only defense was the nuclear option. She could say the safe word and her ass would be safe, but it would also mean she would not feel Pete's throbbing erection penetrate her pussy, and that was something she craved. The riding crop pressed against the side of her breast. It moved back, following the curve of her body. It continued along the bottom of her breast and then up into her cleavage. When it was between her tits it began to jump from one side to the other, slapping against her skin. With each blow it moved closer to her swollen nipple. She looked in the mirror and watched it move back and forth. The steady pace was almost hypnotic. Her entire body ached to be touched, but the only thing she felt was the stiff leather tip of the riding crop.

Pete set his left hand on autopilot, steadily whipping her tits with the riding crop. Once he thought she was distracted he let go of his cock and picked up the bottle of lube again. First he drizzled down the length of his erection, and then he poured it on Carolyn. The small puddle just below the small over her back grew, and then began to drain into the valley formed by her impressive ass. The fluid was roughly body temperature, and he poured it very slowly. As a result she did not seem to notice what he was doing. He set the bottle down and resumed stroking his cock. It was understandable that she did not get off watching him jack off. Unfortunate, because the only thing better than seeing her naked body was seeing her and feeling something against his throbbing erection. He had watched himself masturbate in a mirror, and it paled in comparison to watching Carolyn finger her pussy or play with her tits. He looked into the mirror. She was still watching the riding crop slap against her voluptuous breasts.

Time seemed to slow down as the riding crop drew closer and closer to her nipples. Why was he teasing her? She was not going to change her mind about letting him fuck her in the ass, why didn't he just slide his hard cock into her pussy and make her come. The blows were softer now. Finally she felt the riding crop press against her nipple. It gave her goose bumps as it pressed the amber nub back into the soft tissue of her breast.

"I want you inside me," she pleaded.

"Not yet, if you want to come you have to earn it," Pete replied. He pressed his cock down until the tip disappeared between her ass cheeks. It would be so easy, one steady push and she would be introduced to what it felt like to be fucked in the ass. Pete wasn't sure what was more arousing, the feeling of being right on the cusp of being inside her, or the sight of her ass with his cock pressed against it.

An alarm bell went off in her head. She had been so mesmerized by what he was doing with her tits she hadn't realized the liberties he had taken with her ass. She started to feel angry, but her rational mind butted in and reminded her of two things; she had said she trusted him, and so far he had not violated that trust. He had pushed it to the absolute limit, but everything he had done she had agreed to. The second item was the safe word. She could stop everything by uttering it.

The riding crop stopped its rhythmic slapping and began to move back down her body. Carolyn felt it slide over her abdomen and press into the patch of pubic hair just above her pussy. She opened her eyes. Pete's right arm was moving at a steady pace, it took her a few seconds to realize he was masturbating.

"What are you doing?" she asked without thinking.

"I'm going to come on your ass," he replied.

The reply shocked her. She did not understand why he would jack off when her pussy was right there. The head of his cock slid between her buttocks again, and she began to understand the game he was playing. He was holding her orgasm hostage, and the ransom was her ass. She suspected that if she told him to fuck her in the ass he would make her come.

Releasing his cock, Pete placed his hands on her hips, and then moved forward until his rigid shaft spread her soft cheeks apart. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back, forcing her to stand up as much as she could. When the handcuffs stopped her he moved his other hand along her body until he reached her breast. The sight of her breasts in the mirror was almost irresistible, but the look of shock and confusion on her face was priceless. He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his cock against her. She was clearly concerned he would violate his promise that he would not fuck her in the ass until she begged him to, but that fear was baseless.

"I want you inside me," she moaned, "inside my cunt." She added the last part deliberately, hoping her use of his preferred term would encourage him. What he was doing was not unpleasant, but it made her a bit uneasy to have his throbbing erection so close to her ass.

"I'm sure that can be arranged, but not right now."

The shock of feeling his cock pressed against her ass was beginning to wear off. She felt his hands moving over her hips and across her ribs. He let go of her hair, but his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her tits, holding her upright. The reflection of her naked body filled the mirror, blocking her view of his face, but she could see his hands as they encroached on her breasts. He caressed her pendulous boobs, but avoided touching her swollen nipples. The way he continued to grind his cock against her was beginning to feel good, but what he was doing with his hands felt better. He squeezed her tightly and she moaned in response. She still wanted him to fuck her, but the idea of waiting just a little longer didn't seem like such a bad idea any more. He changed tactics; instead of digging his fingers into the soft flesh, he stroked the upper half of her breasts. She watched his hands glide across her skin. Seeing herself naked had never been so arousing. Each stroke started with his fingers reaching into the valley between her tits and moved outward until his fingertips were resting on her ribs. Each repetition moved a bit lower, each time his fingers got a bit closer to her aching nipples.

With a measured pace Pete moved his hips back and forth. The sensation of her warm, soft skin against his throbbing erection was enough to make him come, but he wasn't ready for that to happen. He slowed his thrusting in an attempt to delay his climax for just a little longer. Pete focused on Carolyn's voluptuous breasts. He had taken her comment about having an orgasm from breast stimulation alone as a challenge. Resisting the urge to plunge his cock into her wet slit was difficult, but it would be worth it to see her come this way. He slipped his hand around the circumference of her breast until he was cupping them from below. She squeezed his cock between her buttocks; he wondered if it was a deliberate effort or just an unconscious reaction to what he was doing. When he slowed his thrusting even more, she responded by grinding her ass against him. He looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes appeared unfocused. Pete stopped thrusting and Carolyn quickly took over, rocking her hips and squeezing his cock between her cheeks.

It seemed like a dream, Carolyn thought as she watched Pete's hands caresses her breasts. Only the bite of the restraints on her wrists tethered her to reality. The aching in her nipples was almost unbearable. She thought about begging him to touch her there, but she was not sure if she was allowed to speak. His hands glided over her skin, invading the space between her breasts. He pulled her back, stretching her arms and the chains on the handcuffs as far as possible. His lips pressed against her neck. His teeth closed on her ear.

The tempo of her breathing told him that she was close to climaxing. It was time for the final push that would send her over the edge. Her hips were rocking back and forth at a frenzied pace, threatening to make him come much sooner that he wanted to. He put his lips next to her ear and whispered to her, "I want you to come for me." He moved his right hand up rubbed his fingers and against her swollen nipples. His digit glided over the wrinkled amber flesh. It was the same hand he had used to stroke his cock, and the trace of lube made her skin feel smooth.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck," she moaned.

The fingers of his left hand pinched her other nipple and pulled downward. That was the final straw. She bucked wildly underneath him, moaning and whimpering as her climax took over. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body against his. He pushed his hips forward; sparing the sensitive head of his cock from her wild undulations and holding his orgasm back for just a little longer.

Unlike most of her orgasms, she could not pinpoint a starting point for this one. It seemed to engulf her entire body at once. Her entire body tingled, and the muscles in her abdomen clenched in a most wonderful way. Her pussy was a bit late to the party, probably confused by the absence of Pete's cock, but joined in the fun eventually. When the last wave of euphoria finally passed she found herself leaning on the chair, her lower body suspended from Pete's strong arms.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Fuck yes," she replied, straightening her legs and taking the weight off his arms.

Pete released her from his grasp. She still seemed to wobble a bit, as if her knees were still a bit weak. He congratulated himself for having the foresight to handcuff her in front of a mirror. It was a position that let him see almost all of her body. He could see her face and her tits in the mirror, and if he looked down he could see her back and her ass. The one thing he could not see was her pussy, but that wasn't important right now. He took a half step back and wrapped his hand around his cock again.

When she felt his cock brush against her ass Carolyn realized he had made her come without penetrating her. She felt drained from her climax, but still craved his cock. She waited to feel his rigid shaft split her labia apart, but all he did was rub the head of his dick on her ass.

"I want you inside me," she moaned, hoping to encourage him.

"Maybe later, right now I'm going to come all over your ass," he teased.

It was tempting to worm his way into the chair so he could tit fuck her and shoot his load onto her spectacular breasts, but coating her nice round ass was an irresistible proposition.

"Please, please fuck me. My cunt is so wet..." she pleaded.

"All in good time my dear."

Someday she would beg for his cock in her ass he thought as he began to stroke his cock. He gripped his rigid shaft firmly, imaging he was penetrating her tight ass. When his hand reached the base of his rigid shaft he slid the head along the crevice of her posterior. He thought about reaching around with his free hand and touching her, but decided against it. 

"You've got a really sexy ass," he said and his hand moved toward the head of his throbbing erection.

Despite her reluctance to indulge him Carolyn found that feeling his cock against her ass was arousing, but it wasn't what she wanted. Standing on her toes she tried to rotate her hips so that his cock would slide into her wet slit.

Pete grinned at her attempt to circumvent his plan, but pulled his cock up so that the tip remained nestled between her buttocks. She would understand soon enough what he was trying to teach her. He had stopped imagining fucking her in the ass, instead he was focused what he saw.

"You can come on my ass, but that's it. Don't get any other ideas," she conceded. It was pretty clear that he could not be dissuaded from her current plan.

"I love it when you talk dirty." 

"So if I said I want to feel your cock against my ass... that would make you happy?" she teased.

"Oh yea."

"I love feeling your cock against me, inside my mouth and most of all inside my cunt."

"You're going to make me come if you don't shut up," he moaned.

"You sure you want come on my ass?"

"Oh yea," he moaned.

"Sure you don't want to come on my tits?"

"Shut up."

"Or on my face?" she teased.

"I said shut up, "

"Or in my mouth, you sure you don't want me to wrap my lips around your cock? Just thinking about having your cum in my mouth is making me wet...," she said, licking her lips seductively while watching Pete's reflection in the mirror.

Holding back was no longer possible. A guttural moan was all he could manage as a thick stream of cum erupted from his cock and splashed onto her ass. Pete continued to stroke his cock as the thick stream continued to spray onto her ass, coating both of her buttocks and the small of her back.

At first it was a bit disturbing feeling Pete's hot cum splatter against such a private part of her body, but as the deluge continued Pete's excitement proved to be contagious. "That's it baby, come all over my fucking ass..."

"Oh, oh, ah, ah..." Pete moaned as he milked the last bit of cum out of his cock. He could already tell he was going to be sore from holding back for so long, but it was worth it. 

Carolyn's ability to switch from a sweet and innocent young woman to a filthy-mouthed whore was incredibly erotic. He briefly considered fucking her, but decided against it. He simply did not have enough stamina to make her come again, and he did not want to disappoint her.

It was the closest she had ever come to letting someone fuck her in the ass. Carolyn wondered if she would be willing to indulge Pete's desire. She could feel the rivulets of cum running down her body, slowly cooling. She was flattered that Pete found her ass such a turn on, but the idea of him being inside her that way still a hard limit. She felt him release one of the restraints on her wrist.

"Let's get in the shower," he said, freeing her other wrist.

"Okay," she said.

Pete took her hand and pulled her towards the bathroom. Once inside he turned on the shower and pushed her into it. The water was still cold and she squealed as it hit her skin, raising goose bumps. She turned slightly and the water hit Pete's cock. She laughed at the expression on his face as his cock retreated from the cold water. Gradually the water became warm. Pete grabbed the sponge and poured body wash on it. He started at her neck and lathered up her entire body. When he was done he was on his knees, scrubbing the top of her feet. He stood up and turned her towards the showerhead. The water had warmed up and it felt good to rinse the thick lather off her breasts. Pete's hands cupped her tits, pulling them apart. The water flowed through the valley of her cleavage.

"I guess it's my turn," she said, then took the sponge from his hand and dumped more body wash onto it. She turned him so he faced away, and then began to scrub his neck. She moved down to his broad shoulders. The lather covered several interesting looking scars. She wondered if they were work related, or if they came from one of his recreational activities. The next thing to vanish under the blanket of soapsuds was his spine. She could just make out the individual vertebrae. She pressed her tits against his back and let them slide around in the thick, rich lather. Her hands meandered around his mid section and followed the contours of his abs. She thought about stroking his cock, but decided to make him wait a bit longer. Instead she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. Her fingers went exploring though the curly locks of hair until they located his nipples.

It was like she could read his mind, Pete thought as Carolyn's slender fingers swirled around his nipples. He wondered if this is what it felt like when he played with her tits. She tried to pinch him, but this soapy skin slipped out from between her fingers. Even though his cock had not recovered he longed to feel her hand on it, but she continued to caress his chest. She pulled him into the spray of the shower, spinning him around so that all the soap was washed away. When he was clean she pushed him out the door and slowly twirled around. He watched as she cupped her breasts in her hands, making sure every bit of the thick lather was rinsed away. Watching her play with her breasts was hypnotic. Pete finally snapped out of his trance when she turned off the water.

"You are drop dead sexy," Pete said as she stepped out of the shower stall.

"Thanks, you're kinda cute," she teased. It felt oddly comfortable to be naked in front of Pete, more so than most of the men she had been with. She grabbed a towel and began to dry off.

"Ready to get in bed?" Pete asked.

"Why? I'm not tired."

"So I can tie you up and fuck you," he replied.

"I'm very ready for that," she replied, feeling a slight tingle between her legs at the thought of being penetrated.

"Give me a minute," Pete said, stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

Carolyn wondered what she would be walking into. With Pete, there was no telling. She would not be completely surprised if he had somehow persuaded her roommate Lori to join them for a threesome. Maybe he had some new toys to show her. She finished drying off and opened the door.

The room was dark, the only illumination was candlelight. She heard Pete strike a match and saw it flare as the fire consumed it. He was lighting another candle. Much to her disappointment his cock was not hard. On the bed were wrist and ankle restraints, a flogger, a riding crop and a blindfold.

"Get on the bed," Pete said.




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"Like this?" she replied, crawling on to the mattress and lying on her stomach. She wiggled her ass as she waited for his reply.

"Tempting," Pete said. He set down the candle and put one knee on the bed. He touched her ankle and slowly dragged his fingers up her leg, over her ass and along her spine. "The things I could do to you like this, some of them are almost criminal. " His hand reversed course and she felt one of his fingers slide along the valley between her buttocks.

"So you want me to turn over?" she asked.

"Yes, flip so you are on your back with your head at the foot of the bed."

First she raised her hips and got up on her knees, then she pushed her shoulders up. She stayed on her hands and knees for a moment, wondering if she could tempt him into fucking her doggie style, but after a few seconds it was obvious he was sticking with his plan. She sat up, then leaned back on her hands. Finally she kicked her legs out. Once she was flat on her back she spread her legs apart, removing any doubt as to where she wanted him. She turned and looked at Pete; he was still flaccid.

The first restraint was for her left wrist. He slid the leather strap through the brass buckle and cinched it tight, then moved on to her right wrist. He paused to look at her naked body. Gravity was pulling her voluptuous breasts outward. His eyes surfed along the curves of her body as he went over his plan. Crawling on to the bed he leaned across her to apply the first ankle restraint. It was tempting to just bury his face between her legs and make her come, but he moved on to the final cuff. Once she was completely restrained he moved back to the foot of the bed. His cock was engorged, but still not erect.

She was so focused on his dick that the feeling of the riding crop against her cheek gave her a start.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

The moment her lips parted she felt the riding crop against them.

"Now suck it."

Carolyn obeyed, closing her mouth and sucking until her cheeks collapsed. The leather tasted a bit salty. He pulled the toy out.

"Open again," he said.

The sight of her tied up with her lips forming a perfect circle made his cock jerk in anticipation. He bent his leg slightly and lowered his cock into her mouth.

"Now suck it."

Even though it still was not hard, having his dick between her lips was arousing. She closed her eyes and focus on the way it felt to have him inside her mouth. She could feel him begin to stiffen. With a bit of effort she was able to squirm down the bed just enough to hang her head off the end. His cock was almost horizontal now, and he was pushing more and more of it into her. She felt the riding crop against the side of her breasts as he continued to fuck her mouth.

The sight of her tied up and naked was arousing, but seeing his cock disappear into her mouth was what resuscitated his erection. Her head tipped back as far as it could go, giving his cock an uninterrupted path down her throat, and he took full advantage of it.

Despite the fact that she was practically gagging on his cock, and she could barely breath she was a bit disappointed when he pulled his dick out of her mouth. Her mouth was not empty for long. He moved forward just a bit and she knew what was expected. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and began to caress it with her tongue.

Once again he was tempted to stray from his plan. His hand moved up and down the well-lubricated shaft of his erection as Carolyn's mouth worked its magic. It would be easy to stroke himself to orgasm and shower her tits with cum, but he wasn't sure he could get it up again quickly enough to satisfy her. It would be unreasonably cruel to deprive her of penetration for much longer. 

The riding crop was a distraction. It was a very pleasant distraction, but a distraction none the less. She could not see what Pete was doing, but she could tell by the way he felt in her mouth that he was jacking off. She started to get annoyed at the prospect another delay before she felt his throbbing erection plunge into her pussy. The riding crop diffused her concerns as it began to orbit her breast. Picking up speed with each trip it finally achieved escape velocity and headed for her navel. Once there it made an abrupt change of course and headed for her other breast. It slapped against the outside of her tit and began marching towards the center.

"My balls are not going to suck themselves," Pete chided.

Carolyn realized she had become so focused on what he was doing that she had let him slip out of her mouth. She dutifully resumed her task, trying to balance his pleasure with her own. She let out a muffled whimper when the leather tip pressed down on her swollen nipple. It didn't stay there for long, moving down and past her cleavage, and then making a beeline for her nether regions. As it returned to her navel she found it more and more difficult to concentrate on what she was doing. She felt his balls begin to tighten and she wondered how far he was going to go.

The pressure building up in his cock was approaching the point of no return. Pete slowed his stroking, pushing himself to the edge of the envelope. A few drops of pre cum bubbled out of his cock, making it even slicker. The sight of Carolyn's naked body, the feeling of her mouth, the steady stroking of his hand; it all added up to a state of bliss. Being inside her would be even more pleasurable, but he would not have the precise control he had right now. Without the ability to temper his arousal it would all come to an end. A wonderful, euphoric conclusion, but he was not ready for the end yet. He pushed the riding crop between her legs, and then drew it back. The shaft glistened with the wetness of her pussy. 

He noticed she had stopped sucking on his balls. It didn't matter; he was so aroused that he no longer needed her soft lips and warm tongue to keep him on the edge of orgasm.

The shaft of the riding crop was not smooth. A series of evenly spaced ribs rose above the surface. Carolyn wasn't sure what the designer had put them there for, but she was very appreciative of their presence as Pete rubbed it against her labia. With each stroke he switched from one side to the other. Left, right, left right, but never down the middle. He never pressed directly on her clitoris. Instead he teased her as the shaft glided over her wet flesh.

Pete set the riding crop to the side and stopped stroking his cock. He got on his knees and kissed Carolyn on the neck.

"I need you inside me," she moaned.

"I know, but not just yet."

He stroked her hair and pressed his lips against her skin. He nibbled on her ears, and then kissed again. First he pressed his lips against her cheek, then on the mouth. Next he pressed his lips against her throat, then extended the trail of kisses towards her breasts.

She knew what he was doing, and was helpless to stop him. She knew she would enjoy it, but she wanted more than just his mouth. His lips began working their way up her breast. When they finally reached her nipple his tongue stabbed against it, as if planting a flag on the summit of a peak. His hand caressed her other breasts, pinching and tugging on swollen amber bud in the middle. He was on the bed now, on her left side. His mouth resumed its southward trek.

"I need your cock," she moaned. His only response was more kissing. His tongue pressed into her navel and one of his hands found its way to the wet slit between her legs.

Pete continued at a carefully measured pace. He needed a bit more time to back away from the edge of climax even as he pushed Carolyn closer to hers. He wanted to spend more time kissing and licking her tits, but that would have been too arousing. He knew he should stop fingering her, but was unable to resist the sirens song of her pussy. He pressed his palm against the inside of her thigh, and then slipped his thumb past her labia.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned.

Plowing through the patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair he finally arrived at his destination. He took a moment to look at her pussy. His cock ached with desire, but he steeled his resolve to not fuck her until she came again. Pete lowered his head and pressed his lips against her skin and began to move his thumb.

She could not see what he was doing, but could certainly feel it. She didn't understand why he waited so long to fuck her. Could it be that going down on her was really that enjoyable? She felt his tongue on her skin as it snaked out of his mouth and headed for her clit. It brushed against her most sensitive flesh. She didn't want to come like this, but he wasn't giving her a choice. His thumb burrowed deeper into her vagina and another moan escaped her mouth. His other hand caressed her breasts and she felt her climax building. She made one more plea, knowing it would fall on deaf ears, "Please don't make me come like this. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me with your cock."

Pete ignored her request. He had proven to her that she could come more than once, and right now he wanted to reinforce that lesson. It wasn't a completely selfless act. He enjoyed her orgasms. It was unlikely he enjoyed it as much as she did, but his desire to feel her climax bordered on an addiction. He brushed his tongue against her clit; the guttural moan that escaped her lips encouraged him to do it again. She felt delightfully wet and hot.

There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to make her come. His thumb retreated and traced along her labia, then plunged deep inside her again. He did it again, this time his thumb slid down a little father, rubbing the smooth skin below her pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh, yes," she moaned.

There was no sound sweeter than Carolyn moaning, Pete thought as he continued to thumb fuck her. He pinched her nipple between his fingers and tugged on it firmly. He turned his head so he could lap at her clit with more than just the tip of his tongue. He could feel her pulling against the restraints, and that excited him even more.

"Oh, no, no, no. Not like this," she protested as she felt her orgasm continuing to build. Her friends would think she was insane saying no to Pete's impressive oral skills, but she wanted to be penetrated by more than just his thumb.

She had foolishly admitted how much she liked coming with him inside her, and now he was using that knowledge against her. She decided this time would be different. This time she knew she could climax more than once. Last time every orgasm after the first one had been a surprise. This time she would let him make her come with his mouth, and then she would let him fuck her until she came with his cock buried deep in her pussy.

"Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, yes, yes, fuck yes!" she said, holding back the words he wanted hear. 

The restraints dug into her wrists and ankles as her orgasm flooded through her body. 

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming..." she moaned, deciding that he deserved to know he had achieved his goal.

Even before she admitted it Pete knew that Carolyn had climaxed, but hearing her say it still gave him a thrill. He felt her cunt clench down on his thumb. The restraints were pulled tight as she tumbled head over heels into a euphoric state. Pete jumped onto the bed and mounted her, finally giving into the demands of his throbbing erection. 

"Oh yes," she screamed as his rigid shaft split her labia apart. For her there was no substitute for a hard cock. It was true that toys, tongues and fingers could all make her climax, but having an orgasm with a throbbing erection buried inside her pussy was her favorite. She wasn't sure if she was already coming again, or the orgasm that he had ignited with his mouth had grown into a firestorm. It didn't matter. He was inside her and she was coming. She felt his lips against hers. His tongue invaded her mouth as his cock pounded her pussy. She could hear his body slapping against hers. Time seemed to stand still.

Kissing her was an irresistible mistake. Many things about Carolyn turned him on, and right now, he was experiencing most of them. The combination of her pussy, tits and mouth meant that he would not last as long as he wanted to. What made kissing her even more arousing was the fact that his lips still tasted of her pussy, and she showed no sign of resistance. The thought of her going down on her roommate Lori danced through his head, arousing him even more. He rammed his cock into her with deep, hard thrusts. He could feel her vagina pulsing as the cycle of her climax started over. His arms were tucked under her back and his hands gripped her shoulders, keeping her from escaping as he continued to pound her sex. He knew he was past the point of no return, but strained to hold back the inevitable.

Carolyn wanted to make Pete come. Her arms and legs were tied, but here was one thing he had not restrained. She thrust her tongue into his mouth in an act of defiance, and was rewarded by the feeling of Pete's body going stiff. A sense of satisfaction swept over her. She knew he was filling her pussy with cum. Hot, thick, sticky cum. His thrusting slowed and finally stopped.

Pete was still master of his own destiny, and then he felt Carolyn's tongue slide into his mouth. She was quite skilled with it. It had been instrumental in making him come before, but this time it was a sneak attack. As his cock pumped its load into Carolyn he became aware of something other than the way his cock felt inside her pussy. He heard her moaning, although it almost seemed like she was purring. He felt her breasts pressed against his chest, and of course he felt her tongue wrestling with his own. With one last thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her and then broke the kiss.

"You little minx, you made me come. I should spank you for that," he said.

"You really think I will learn anything from a spanking?"

"You might learn you like it."

Carolyn considered his offer. Being spanked would be a new level of twisted, and probably a new level of pain. What would it be like to be bent over his knee and feel his hand against her naked bottom?

"Are you saying you didn't want to come?" she asked.

"I did, just not so soon."

"So it's a minor offense?" she asked.

"I suppose so, but you still need to be punished," he said as he sat upright. Freshly fucked was a good look for Carolyn and he was tempted to leave her tied up a bit longer. The sight of her sweat soaked breasts and tangled hair pleased him. The sight of cum dripping out of her pussy pleased him even more. He put his hand on her thigh and brushed his thumb against her labia.

"Whoa," she moaned.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm a bit tender, you were a bit rough."

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked.

"No, but I'm not a blow up doll. I need to recover."

"You need to be punished for what you did," he replied, releasing the restraints on her legs.

"You're really going to put me over your knee?" she asked.

"Yep," he replied as he crawled over the bed and released the cuffs on her wrist.

Pete crawled off the bed and sat on the loveseat across the room, then looked at Carolyn. She rolled over, but stayed on the bed.

"If I have to come over there it will be worse," he said menacingly.

The tone of his voice frightened her a bit, but she got up on her hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed.

"I like that, keep crawling until you get to me," Pete commanded.

At first she thought he was trying to humiliate her, but the lust in his eyes as he watched her move across the room told her he was doing this for his own benefit. She slowed down, putting on as much of a show as she could. She smiled when she realized she would be ready to come again long before he would. If anyone should be feeling humiliated it should be him and his flaccid cock. When she arrived at his feet she thought about offering to revive his erection, just as she had done in the car a few weeks earlier, but decided to play along with his spanking fantasy.

"Up, up," Pete said, waving his hand towards his lap.

Reluctantly Carolyn climbed onto the love seat and settled into his lap.

"I'm not sure who is going to enjoy this more," Pete said with smirk, "but the smart money is on me."

It felt odd to be over Pete's bended knee. Once again he had pushed her limits and she had willing accommodated him. She could feel his hand resting on her ass. It was warm and comforting, but she knew that feeling would not last for long. His hand lifted away and then returned with a vengeance. The stinging sensation reached her brain a split second before the sound reached her ears.

The slight jiggle told him that her ass was mostly muscle. He raised his hand again. There was a clear red mark where he had hit her. This time he slapped the other cheek. Just as before she did not utter a peep. He wondered what expression was on her face, and made a mental note to spank her in front of something reflective next time. He raised his hand and brought it down again, this time over a patch of flesh that was already red. She whimpered slightly this time.

The spanking hurt, there was no doubt about that, but it did something else. Carolyn felt Pete's cock against her belly. His hand came down on her ass again, but her attention was focused on his cock. She wasn't sure if she was flattered that she could make him hard again, or concerned that the same thing that caused her pain gave him an erection. Her libido made a snap judgment, she would endure just enough spanking to get him hard, and then she would beg to ride his cock.

Because she had only committed a minor infraction Pete didn't make her ass red. Instead he slapped her ass with just enough force to make her feel it. Carolyn was difficult to read, but he felt like his control over her was increasing. He spanked her again and another soft whimper escaped her lips. He wasn't sure which was more arousing, the sound of his hand on her ass or the soft cry she gave after each slap. It wasn't a cry of pain; it had a more guttural sound. He felt his cock getting hard again. Soon he would be ready to fuck her again, and this time he would keep fucking her until he was ready to come.

"I want you inside me again," Carolyn pleaded.

Holding his hand back Pete looked at her, "Are you going to behave this time?"

"Yes, I want to make up for what I did," she replied, not sure why she was practically apologizing for giving him an orgasm.

It was impossible to resist the doe eyed look she gave him. He lowered his hand. "I suppose I should give you a chance to make it up to me," he conceded.

"Thank you," she gushed and she straightened up and maneuvered her body into his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and inched up until her labia was pressed against his erection. She reached down and grabbed his cock with the intent of stuffing it into her wet slit.

"Not so fast," Pete said, pulling her hand away," now put your hands on my legs and lean back."

Carolyn did as she was told. The position he put her in would allow her to grind her cunt against his erection, but denied her the chance to be penetrated.

"Close your eyes," Pete said.

Having her eyes closed seemed to heighten her other senses. She rocked her hips back and forth, "Is that okay?"

"That's fine" Pete replied. She was grinding against the bottom of his rigid shaft, which was unlikely to make him come. He picked up one of the candles.

"Oh yes," she moaned. Her ass still felt warm from the spanking. Much to her surprise it only added to her arousal.

"You're going to feel something hot on your skin. It won't burn you," Pete said and he tipped the candle over her breast. A few drops of molten wax fell onto the upper part of her tit and splattered against her skin.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

"Let me know if it hurts," Pete said.





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"It feels good," she replied.

Pete tipped the candle again, this time letting a steady stream pour out. He drizzled the wax across the upper part of her breast. The rivulets of wax solidified. They looked like fingers reaching towards her swollen nipple. He noticed she was grinding against his cock a bit faster now.

The sensation of the wax on her tits was both arousing and frustrating. The wax always stopped short of the most sensitive part of her tits. She was tempted to grab the candle and pour the wax directly onto the swollen amber bud, but she knew that would just mean more spanking, or worse. Instead she endured Pete's teasing.

The wax from the candle was black, causing it to stand out against her fair skin. He tipped the candle over again. This time the wax flowed down her breast and into her cleavage. 

Pete added another layer and watched the stream as it ran down her body. He righted the candle and shifted his gazed to her sex. She was still rocking her hips up and down, and her sex had coated most of his erection with a thin sheen of wetness. The sight of her labia splayed apart on his rigid shaft added to his arousal. He turned his attention back to her tits. The way they moved was hypnotic, they seemed to bounce in slow motion.

"Oh, oh, I want more..." She moaned.

Pete wondered what she wanted more of. Was she asking for more of the hot wax on her tits, or did she want more of his cock? His throbbing erection ached to be inside her, but he wasn't quite done teasing her. He turned his wrist slightly, forcing the flame against the side of the candle. More wax turned to liquid. He poured it out. The black fluid splashed on to her breast, flowing over and around the solid wax until it finally covered her swollen nipple.

"Oh fuck," she cried. She knew he would eventually pour the wax on to her nipple, but it was not what she expected. Carolyn was afraid it would burn, but instead it felt like a hot kiss. She felt the wax on her other breast, and eagerly waited for the molten wax to flow over her other nipple. She desperately wanted to be penetrated, but Pete had put her in a position that made that difficult. She had learned so far back to grind her pussy against his cock that she could not move either one of her hands. She might as well have been handcuffed. She tried to raise her hips up enough to engulf his cock, but the angle was too much. She could feel the hot wax dripping on to her breast just below her nipple. The material that had entombed her amber bud still felt hot.

Pete held the candle so the flame licked at the wax covering her nipple, holding it the just long enough for the surface to turn liquid. Before it could melt through to her bare skin he moved the candle to her other breast. She was writhing in his lap, and her arms were beginning to shake from fatigue, but she showed no signs of wanting to stop. He peeled the wax back until her nipple was exposed again, and then filled the void with more hot wax. 

It felt like the heat went right through her nipple and on to her dripping wet pussy has she continued to grind against his cock. He repeated the process with her other breast. Her cunt felt as hot as the wax. The desire to bury his throbbing erection inside her was almost irresistible. Pete set the candle down and peeled the still hot wax off her left breast. It was a soft wax and pulled away without breaking. He repeated the process on her right breast, and then set the globs of wax aside. When he was done he put his hands behind her neck.

She started to speak, but he pressed his mouth against her before she could utter a word. His tongue penetrated her lips and explored her mouth, and then he pulled back.

"I want you to make me come now," he ordered.

Carolyn threw her body forward and raised her hips up while grasping his cock, but he stopped her.

"Not like that, turn around," he said. He knew seeing her tits bouncing or feeling them rub against his chest would make him come too soon. Having her turn around would give him more control, and stop her from kissing him the way she had before. He felt her hand on his cock. She looked over her shoulder at him. "Are you ready to fuck my hot, wet cunt?"

He had to admit she was clever. He had tried to keep her from arousing him any further, but she had found a way around it. Pete nodded and felt her sink down on to him. She felt molten as her sex engulfed his rigid shaft. He was tempted to grab her breasts and tug on her nipples, but forced his hands down.

"Now... make me come" he insisted.

"I thought you'd never ask," she replied. His words were music to her ears. There was nothing she wanted more than to feel his cock jerk inside her pussy. She was going to make him come, and this time her reward would more pleasant than a spanking. She put her hand between her legs. One finger rubbed her clit and the other three pressed against his cock. She wanted him to know where her hand was. She wanted him to know she was going to get herself off. Despite the awkward position he had put her in she knew she was going to come again. Her thighs were already starting to burn as she bounced up and down on his throbbing erection, but that did nothing to quell her appetite for his cock.

As he watched her ass jiggle Pete noticed that he could still see the outline of his hand on her cheek. It was mixed in with blotches of red from the spanking he had given her. Placing his hand on the small over her back he pressed his thumb between her cheeks. 

She continued to ride up and down on his cock, ignoring what he was doing. The pressure of his hand on her ass ratcheted up his arousal. He could see the outside edge of her breasts protruding past the edge of her body and imagined how they were bouncing around. His climax inched closer at the mental image of her tits.

"I fucking love cock," she moaned.

Pete wondered if those words were for his benefit. Later he would contemplate why she didn't specify his cock. Did she know that making him think she just wanted a dick stuffed in her would excite him more? If she liked one cock this much, how would she respond to more? What would it be like see her with one cock in her mouth and another in her pussy?

She turned her head so she was looking over her left shoulder and moaned, "Oh baby, I want you to come inside me..."

Pete looked up and met her gaze. He put his hands on her hips and pressed his fingers into the soft skin of her belly. He held her down so that he was buried deep inside her. She was squeezing his cock, trying to milk an orgasm out of him with her pussy.

Feeling his hands on her abdomen was a pleasant surprise. Her midsection wasn't her best feature, and she usually dressed to hide the slight bulge around her waist. The fact that Pete wasn't avoiding it was oddly arousing. He was still staring into her eyes, and she could see the lust burning in his. She could see that he was on the edge, and she knew just how to push him over.

Carolyn's eyes darted to the side, and he followed them. She was looking at their reflection in a full length mirror. Pete could not look away from it. He watched as she peeled his hands off her belly and placed one between her legs and the other on her breast. Her hands rested on top of his. He could feel the way his rigid shaft split the delicate skin of her labia part, and the firm nub of her engorged clitoris. His other hand felt the softness of her breast and the stiffness of her swollen nipple. She began to move again, and seeing her riding up and down on his cock was too much.

"Oh fuck! I'm going to come," he cried out seconds before his cock spurted into her. She continued to move up and down in his lap, plunging his cock deep it to her pussy. The tingling sensation became more and more intense until it bordered on being painful. He was just about to stop her when she spoke.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, I want to come all over your fucking cock. Make me come baby, make me come..."

Carolyn pushed down until Pete's cock was buried as deep inside her pussy as possible, then she clenched down on it, trying to squeeze the last drops of cum out. She felt his hands moving. He pinched her nipple and pulled the skin taut. With his other hand he stroked her clit, driving her into an orgasmic frenzy. The hand on her breast slid down her body and around her waist until it was resting on the small of her back. Her hips bucked wildly as she was overwhelmed by her climax.

Pete pressed his arm down against Carolyn's thigh; it was a genuine struggle to restrain her. His fingers and moved off her clit and down to the lips of her pussy. Most of his attention was focused on his other hand. He pressed his thumb into the valley between her ass cheeks. He could feel her pussy spasm around his cock. He felt a bit jealous of her ability come over and over, but not enough to stop his contribution to her state of bliss.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she panted, "I'm coming, oh fuck, ah, ah ah." Just when she thought things were winding down, her body was slammed with another orgasm. What the fuck was he doing to her? As the last vestiges of her climax faded away she noticed where his hands were. One was between her legs, and the other was on her ass. This thumb was pressed deep between her cheeks. She blushed at the thought that Pete touching her ass might have been what supercharged her orgasm.

"All done?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

"Yea," she said wearily, "done."

"Me too," he admitted.

"But for how long, if I recall, you are quite insatiable," she countered, wondering what it would take to truly exhaust him.

"I assure you; right now I am quite satisfied."

Carolyn stood up. She heard Pete's dick slap against his leg. A stream of cum ran down her thigh. "I'm going to hop in the shower... alone. You can look, but you can't touch."

Pete watched her walk to the shower, unable to look away from her sexy swagger. He waited until the sound of running water filled the air before he got up. By the time he arrived in the bathroom the mirrors had already started to fog up. Steam poured out of the shower stall and her body was covered with a thick lather. She looked like she was made of marshmallows.

The walk to the shower gave Carolyn an idea of how sore she was going to be. Everything below her waist ached in one way or another. Her ass was still stinging from the spanking, her pussy ached from pounding of his cock and her legs burned from riding Pete's throbbing erection. She fully expected whatever muscles were responsible for orgasms to be sore as well. She stepped into the shower, first turning on only the cold water. The frigid spray from the shower made the wax remaining on her tits hard, and it flaked off easily. She turned and let the water flow over her ass, numbing the stinging pain and causing the red hand prints to fade away. Once she had finished rinsing off she turned on the hot water, increasing the temperature until it was almost scalding. She picked up the miniature bottle of body wash the hotel had provided and squeezed the entire contents on to her breasts, the spread the thick lather over her entire body. Pete's stare was almost palpable, but she did not look up. Instead she scooped her amble bosom up in her arms and let her tits slide through. It was her intent to tease him; she hoped he did not have the ability to get another erection, because she was too exhausted to go another round.

Pete barely blinked as watched Carolyn in the shower. Her Rubenesque figure was irresistible even though he was completely spent. When she finally turned off the water he handed her a towel, frowning when she wrapped it around her naked body.

"I'm going to rinse off, don't get dressed," he said.

The room had been cleaned up a bit. The only illumination was provided by two of the candles. She recalled the way the molten wax had felt on her skin and wondered if Pete was going to use them on her again. She glanced around the room; it appeared he had put all the toys away. Her clothes were neatly folded and setting on the couch. It was the same couch Pete had been sitting on when she rode his cock to a mind numbing orgasm.

"Ready for bed?" Pete asked.

The sound of his voice startled her, and Carolyn turned quickly to face him. She felt a sense of relief when she noticed he didn't have an erection.

"To sleep?" she asked.

"Yes, to sleep," he assured her.

Once again Pete was jealous of Carolyn's ability to come several times and still be ready for more sex. He might be able to extend his ability to have sex a bit with modern medicine, but he would never have a woman's ability to fuck all night.

"You still sleep naked?" she asked.

"Yes, and you will to when you are with me."

"I know. I'm starting to do it more and more. I kind of like it," she said.

"Did you like sleeping naked with your roommate?" Pete asked.

"Yea, but not the same way I like it with you," she answered. The idea he could just roll over and start fucking her gave her a bit of a thrill, even in her exhausted state.

"Maybe someday you can sleep between her and I and see what happens," he said as he pulled back the sheets and waved her towards the bed.

"Yea, someday," she said as she slid onto the mattress.

Pete crawled over her and pulled the covers over his body. He put his hand on her shoulder and rolled her onto her side, then pressed his body against her.

"Good night Carolyn," he whispered.

"Good night Pete," she replied as her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.