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Date Night

By: principessa07



After ten years of marriage, Friday night was still date night. It had been since they met in high school, James just 17, Hannah barely 16. They had dated for five years before James finally popped the question on one of their date nights. 

He had taken her to their favorite movie theatre, trying to keep it casual despite the butterflies in his stomach. When the movie let out, they took the usual five-block stroll back to the parking spot they had always used. Halfway through the walk, in the middle of an intersection, James stopped, spun around, and pulled Hannah toward him. He gave her a soft, sweet kiss on the lips, then got down on his knee and proposed.

Tonight, the couple was celebrating the anniversary of that night the same way they always did, with a trip to the theatre. It had been a crisp, cool night when they first arrived, but the weather had turned on them during the movie. They huddled outside the theatre under the overhang, watching the rain pour relentlessly onto the pavement. 

"This is ridiculous!" Hannah said, amused. 

"What?" James screamed back at her. He couldn't hear a thing for the thunder of the rain on the roof.

"Haha, this is ridiculous!" she repeated.

"I know! How did this start so fast!"

James put his arm around her waist as they stood there, watching the rain. It plopped hard onto the ground, the drops splashing into the puddles that had already developed and spraying water on their ankles. They stayed for several minutes, until Hannah finally became restless.

"Can't we just make a run for it?" she asked him. "It's only a few blocks. God only knows when this is going to let up!"

James checked his watch. They both had to be up early for work the next morning.

"Yeah, why not?" he said, smiling. "It could be fun."

Hannah bent over to roll the cuffs of her pants up. She removed her rubber flip-flops; she didn't want to slip on the wet sidewalk. 

"What about my purse?" she asked. Her purse was made of quilted material, and she knew the rain would soak through it quickly and ruin the entire contents. 

James took off his sweatshirt and wrapped her purse in it. He took her by the hand and tugged her onto the sidewalk. 

They ran down the street, hand-in-hand, stomping into puddles and laughing hysterically. By the time they reached the spot where James had proposed, they were drenched, as if they had jumped into the nearby bay. James stopped suddenly, doubling over with laughter. 

"Come on, why did you stop?? I'm soaked!"

"Exactly! What's the point? We're already drenched, we might as well enjoy the walk."

"No!" Hannah said playfully. "This is silly, we have to get home! I promised Anna we'd be home by midnight." 

"Oh, please. We pay her enough, we're never late and she loves our kids. She won't be upset if we take a little extra time tonight." James put his hands on Hannah's hips and pulled her toward him.

"Haha, stop!"

"Resistance is futile!"

James put his mouth toward her neck and made gobbling noises. Hannah laughed loudly.

"Ah, that tickles!"

James continued his attack, but slowly he calmed down, until his aggressive tickling had become slow, sensual kisses. Hannah's giggles of protest gave way to soft sighs. James lifted his head up and pressed his lips against Hannah's, kissing her passionately. They made-out in the street, exploring each other with their tongues as the rain continued to pour on top of them. Their hands wrapped around each other, their grips tightening to stretch their soaked t-shirts. 

A sharp honking noise came from nearby, and James laughed and pulled Hannah out of the way of the oncoming pick-up. The played on the sidewalk for a while before Hannah pulled away, giving James a teasing look. She lead him by the hand back to their car.  

The rain had soaked Hannah's white halter all the way through, and her purple nipples were exposed against the wet cloth. She never wore a strapless bra if she could avoid it, so tonight there was nothing hiding her pale breasts. Her espresso-brown hair clung to her face and back, her eyeliner running down her cheeks just a little as the pouring rain washed it away. Her once light blue jeans were now dark and clung fiercely to her ass and thighs. 

When they reached the car, Hannah pushed James against it, forcing her weight on him as she tugged on his ear lobe with her teeth. Her hands slid up his shirt and her fingers clung to his bare back, her nails digging in deep. She reached to pull off his shirt, but it was so wet it got stuck around his neck. The couple laughed, and James sat off the car enough to remove his shirt and throw it on the ground with a flop as it landed in a huge puddle. 

Now James took control. He dragged her to the trunk of the car and bent her over it, groping her breasts from behind. He played with them roughly, and she curled her fingers against the edge of the car.

"Mm, I want to fuck you right here in this parking lot," James moaned.

"Ohhh, god," Hannah whimpered. She heard James unzip his jeans and turned back to give him a devilish smile. But when she leaned back, she caught a glimpse over James's shoulder and sighed in disappointment. Busted.

James hadn't noticed. He continued to fondle her, biting on her back and reaching his hand around to find the zipper on her jeans.

"Baby," Hannah said softly. "Baby, we have to stop."

"Why? Oh, doesn't this feel good?" On "good," James pressed his fingers over her jeans against her clit.

"Uh, yes, yeah, yeaaaah..." Hannah turned around to meet his face and leaned up to kiss him. "But there's a cop car right behind you." 

James peered over his shoulder and confirmed that she was right.

"Damn. And right before the good part."

"Oh, don't worry baby, the good part will come..." Hannah gave the bulge in his jeans one hard squeeze before turning to get into the car. 

James followed behind her, opening the door for her before picking his shirt off the ground and getting into the driver's side.

"These pants are soaked, I have to take them off," James said. He took his shoes and socks off, then pulled his jeans down over his skinny legs and threw them in the backseat. He drove out of the parking lot and headed toward the highway, in nothing but his boxers.

Hannah unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over to James. 

"I'm thirsty," she explained before using her mouth to suck the water off of his bare chest. James tensed, his hands griping the steering wheel as she made her way down his neck, and to his chest, teasing his nipples a little before continuing down his stomach. 

"I think I'll take the long way home tonight," he said, turning away from the interstate and toward a back road.

Hannah continued to kiss down his stomach, stopping just above the line of his boxers. She pulled away and started rubbing him with her hand. Moving faster, she went back to kissing his neck, blowing on it occasionally to send shivers down his spine. Then, with one hand, she slowly removed his cock from his boxers, pulling it out of the hole in the front. She bent over and flicked the tip of her tongue over the opening in his penis before licking her way up and down the length of his shaft. 

She dragged her tongue slowly from base to tip, running it along his veins, then circled it around his velvety soft head. She put her lips on the tip of him and gave it a few soft kisses before opening her mouth onto him slowly. 

James tensed further, and his hands drifted a little to the right, causing the car to shift into the next lane. He corrected quickly, biting his lip and trying incredibly hard to keep his eyes open. He let out a deep sigh and let his head fall back against the headrest.

Hannah continued, at first taking just his head in her mouth before plunging down onto him, taking him entirely. She worked her way slowly up and down, massaging his testicles with her right hand as she went. She used her left hand to follow her mouth, her saliva dripping on him and making the tightness of her mouth and wet hand on him feel almost as good as her tight little cunt. She worked slowly at first, deep throating him once in a while to let the tip of him punch against the back of her mouth. Her tongue made circles around his shaft as she came up. She worked her way faster and faster, dragging leisurely up and then thrusting herself back down.

James could tell she was working to get him off. She got progressively quicker, the hand on his shaft working in sync with her mouth, her opposite fingers rubbing his testicles. 

"Don't finish," he said. "I know somewhere we can go."

Hannah eased off, still taking him in her mouth, just more slowly. James continued down the road. He was getting light-headed at the pleasure coursing through him, but he knew they would be there soon.

He took a left at the next stop light into the parking lot of an abandoned mall. Hannah sat up, kissing his neck while she watched where he took them. James drove around the perimeter of the lot until he reached the back, the furthest away from the road. The rain still pounded down on the roof of his car, creating a loud, tinny sound. 

He found an overhang and parked the car underneath it. He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over the seat, wrapping an arm around her. His tongue found her mouth and he kissed her passionately. 

"Let's get out of the car," he said with a wink.

James hopped out the driver's side while Hannah pulled her soaking jeans past her ankles, revealing a black thong with several rhinestones in the shape of a star right above the crack of her ass. She peeled her shirt off and hopped out, now naked except for her panties. She met James at the hood of the car. He picked her up off the ground, holding her exposed breasts against his chest. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks.

James pushed Hannah against the hood of the car, laying her down, her breasts and pussy facing him. He pulled down his boxers, then peeled her thong off, finding it soaked with not just the rain water but her hot wetness as well. He pulled his own underwear off, then traced her pussy lips with the head of his cock. 

Hannah sank back into the car. It was cold and slippery from the rain, so she took her hands and gripped the edge of the hood, wrapping her fingers around it so that her nails brushed the underside of the hood near the windshield. She closed her eyes and just listened to the sound of the passing storm as James teased her. He brushed himself up and down her slit, pressing on her clit with his hand. Then he positioned himself over her entrance and plunged inside her.

The feeling of entering her was more shocking than it had ever been. It had been so cold outside, and she was so warm and inviting, the contrast made James's hard penis even stiffer. He pumped himself in and out of her, using the lubrication of the wet car to slide her body up and down, in and out of him. Hannah's grip on the hood tightened as she pulsed her vaginal muscles against his shaft. She knew this drove him crazy, and it had the desired effect. James let out a wild, loud groan of pleasure. 

Hannah took her legs off the ground and wrapped them around his waist. She matched his rhythm, thrusting him in and out of her. She could feel his wet testicles slapping the skin between her ass and her cunt, harder and harder with each time he entered her. Her arms ached from holding herself up, but it was worth it as she could feel her head spinning in ecstasy.

James's cock twitched inside her, his inner thighs tightening, his balls lifting and tensing before his hot liquid erupted out of him. It hit the back of Hannah's tight cunt hard. He held his breath as he came, prolonging the feeling. He could feel his juices spilling out of her and dripping down his shaft and onto his testicles, but he was still coming.

Finally, with one last jerk, he finished, then collapsed on top of her. Their chests rose and fell with each other, both of them just laying there with their eyes closed. Eventually James got up and pulled his boxers back up to his waist. He offered Hannah his hand to pull her off the car, then eased her into his arms, holding her close to him. He kissed her forehead gently.

"I really fucking love you, you know that?" "I know," Hannah responded coyly. She stood on her toes to give him a peck on the end of his nose, then scampered around to the passenger seat, panties in hand. 

On the drive home, Hannah tried to pull her jeans back on, but they were too wet. She managed to get her shirt on, but there was no way that she would be able to get those jeans over her hips. She finally resigned to getting a towel out of the trunk. 

James and Hannah entered the house quietly. Both of them were only half dressed, and there was a bit of an awkward encounter with the babysitter. 

"Oh, we just got so...wet," Hannah told her, giving her twenty extra dollars. "I'm so sorry we were late, the rain really slowed us down."

"It's alright Mrs. T, I just did some studying. Finals this week, ya know?" Anna took the money gratefully and slipped out the front door.

"Bedtime?" asked James.

"Bedtime."

***

A few months later, James was driving the car to work when one of the tires blew out. He called AAA, and they had a tow truck out there in no time. Hannah came to pick him up and take him the rest of the way to work. When she arrived, the guy from the towing company was just hitching the car to his truck.

"Say, I don't know if you noticed," the guy said to the couple, "but you have a huge dent in your hood. What did you do?"

James and Hannah laughed quietly. They hadn't noticed the dent, but now that they saw it, it seemed quite obvious.

"Some kid from the neighborhood must have sat on it," James said. 

"Yeah, I'm sure that's what happened," Hannah agreed, giving him a tight squeeze on the ass.

Date Night



This is the beginning of a story I had previously written for someone I was exchanging stories with. Hope to find a new f friend like that again soon.

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I come over prior to us going out. You are still in the process of getting ready. You have on a short skirt and a tank top with no bra on. You excuse yourself to finish getting ready. Before you go I tell you I have a present for you. You come back to see what I have brought. You open the package and find a leather collar and two nipple clamps connected by a chain. 

I tell you how great I think they will look on you and that you should try them on. You turn around and I fasten the collar around your neck. I then turn you around and tear off your tank top. I attach one of the nipple clamps to your nipple and you wince a bit but are excited by the feeling. I run the other clamp and chain through a loop on the front of your collar and attach the clip to your other nipple. There is a slight bit of tension from the chain being run through the ring, but you are really starting to enjoy the feeling.

I then have you turn around and bend at the waist. You support yourself by placing your hands on the edge of the couch. Leaning forward relieves the tension on the chain momentarily. I pull your skirt up and slide your panties down. I tell you a good spanking will be a great way to start the evening and a slightly sore ass will help you think of what might happen later in the evening. 

I start to spank your ass lightly at first and slowly increase the force. As I do you start to move and your beautiful tits start to sway back and forth causing the pressure on your nipples to increase and decrease with every smack. The combination of the smacks to your ass and the pulling on your nipples causes you to moan louder with every smack.

I tell you that you should probably go continue getting ready or we will never leave. Before letting you up I reach my hand down to see how wet you have become. I am thrilled to find your pussy soaking wet and dripping juice, but I am disappointed to find that you have not shaved in a few days, and I remind you that you should always be clean shaven when going out with me.

I tell you to go lay down on your bed and I will be right in. I come into the room and tie your hands to your headboard and tell you I will be right back to help you get ready. After a few min I come in with everything I will need to shave you. I spread your legs wide open and expose your beautiful pussy. I slowly wash it and rub in some shave cream. Before I start shaving I reach up and release your nipple claps. The blood rushing back into your hard nipples gives you a whole new sense of pleasure and slight pain.

With that I start to shave you. I slowly shave your pussy making sure to use a finger or two to lightly rub your clit and pussy while I do. You try not to squirm, but you are so turned on and in need of release.

I finish shaving your and wash all the shaving cream off you. Making sure to massage your aching clit as I do. I tell you that I am very disappointed and that you should always remember to be ready for me, That I will not be as forgiving the next time. 

I realize one of your hands from the headboard and tell you that you are only allowed to play with your tits for right now. I then make my way down and start to lick your pussy and suck on your clit. I move my tongue down and shove it as deep inside you as I can. Fucking you with my tongue and rubbing your clit with my thumb. I then run my tongue down and start to lick the juices that have dripped down onto your ass. I flick my tongue on your asshole driving you crazy.

I move my mouth back up to your clit and continue nibbling and sucking on your clit, but maintain pressure on your ass with my thumb and slide a couple of fingers inside you. You then start to buck and cum all over my face.

After a moment I release your other hand and tell you to finish getting ready, and that you will not need panties tonight because I want easy access to you all night.



Date Night



Tuesday night is date night, their one guaranteed time together in their busy schedules.

She is 28 and tall, for a girl, 5'9" and admittedly overweight by about 30 pounds. She has an ample chest (40DD) with very sensitive nipples, and luckily for both of them, he is a boob man. Her Irish heritage is evident in her dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and milky white skin.

He is 30 and 5'10" with a bit of a beer belly, which she thinks is sexy, and beautiful blue eyes that she can't get enough of. His cock is the perfect size for her hand to wrap around and fits her mouth nicely.

On this particular date night, she wore a short jean skirt, knowing it gets his motor running. They ate dinner, had a few drinks, and decided to play a few rounds of pool. She went to the bathroom before they hit the pool room and removed her purple mesh thong. When she found him, she slipped the thong into his hand while kissing him with all the lust she had in her body. He stuffed her thong in his pocket, realizing it was damp, wishing they were headed to bed, not about to play pool.

She kept leaning over the table, hoping he'd catch a glimpse of her bare pussy under her skirt. He kept coming up behind her, helping her line up her shots, grinding his hard cock against her ass so she'd know he was as turned on as she was. They played three games, and by the end neither of them could get a shot in - he was distracted by her obviously hard nipples, she was distracted by the way he was staring at her.

They paid their tab and wandered towards their car, hand in hand. She had stopped drinking after dinner, so she got behind the wheel. Before she could start the car, he leaned over and kissed her. Their tongues dueled, both gasping for breath and moaning with the relief of finally being able to touch each other.

He found her pussy with his hand, she was soaking wet. He slid two fingers deep inside of her while playing with her clit, wanting to make her cum fast so that they could then take their time to explore each other. She had been so turned on all night that she came fast and hard, soaking his hand and the back of her skirt. He offered her his hand, and she licked it clean, tasting herself on his skin. He pulled her towards him for a kiss so he could share her pussy juice, loving the taste.

She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, started stroking immediately. She had been craving that cock all night, sucking on the straw to her soda and pretending it was his cock. She leaned over the gear shift and took his shaft into her mouth, tasting the precum from the tip. She knew her ass and pussy were clearly visible if anyone were to walk by the car and it only made her hotter to think about it. She licked up and down his hard cock, kissed his full balls, tugged them gently. She took his cock back into her hot mouth and made him moan when her tongue flicked over the sensitive head. She looked up into his eyes while sliding her head further down his cock, and he knew he had reached his limit.

He pulled her off his cock and pushed his seat down then said the first words since they entered the car, "want to visit?"

She laughed, knowing that was his way of asking her to climb over onto his side of the car and fuck them both senseless. After pretending to think about it, she grinned and said "fuck yes, I need it so bad, my pussy has been aching for your cock all night!"

She put one foot between his and the opposite knee on the seat next to his hip, lining her pussy up with his cock below. She pulled her skirt up and sat down slowly on his cock, feeling it fill her empty pussy. As she sank all the way onto his cock, he sat up a bit to slide her shirt over her big tits. He pulled her bra up, letting her tits hang over his face, and took one very hard nipple into his mouth. She groaned "oh god yes, just like that" and started to rotate her hips, doing figure eights on his cock. He smiled at her reaction, and noticed headlights go on across the parking lot.

He bit her nipple softly and watched as the headlights turned off again. He could see a couple in the car, could see the man pointing towards them, could see the woman put her hand up to her mouth when she realized what she was seeing. He pulled her up off of his cock, then dropped her back down on it, purposely showing her ass and pussy to the other couple. He felt how wet she was around his cock and knew it wouldn't be long before she came hard for him.

She felt his cock get harder inside her and thought about what a great fuck he was, how lucky she was to have him, how he couldn't seem to get enough of her tits and pussy. She pushed herself up and down on his cock, moaning, begging him for more of his cock, holding her tits up for him to play with, feeling her pussy drench his balls every time he licked, sucked, pinched, twisted, pulled, or bit her nipples.

He reached for the window control, silently sliding his window down all the way hoping that the other couple would put their windows down too so they could hear the sounds of their fucking. He held onto her hips and fucked his cock in and out of her pussy, hoping she went over the edge soon.

"Oh fuck yes honey, oh God I'm going to cum all over your cock! Yes, don't stop, please, I need to cum so bad. I'll do anything you want, please just let me cum!"

He stiffened inside her as he had a thought. "Anything?" he asked. "Yes, anything, please just LET ME CUM!" she yelled.

He slipped his hand between their bodies and stroked her clit once. Twice. On the third stroke, she came apart in his arms, screaming as she reached the strongest orgasm he'd ever seen her have. He watched the other couple, saw that the woman had her hand in the other man's lap and realized they were turned on watching him fuck his woman.

Once she relaxed on top of him, he whispered "I haven't cum yet babe". She bit his shoulder gently and said "I know, how do your propose we fix that?"

He gave her a wicked grin and said "you DID just say you'd do ANYTHING I asked, right?" When she nodded, he continued. "Good girl. I want you to get out and kneel next to the car. No buts about it, yes I know someone will see if they walk by. Kneel next to the car!"

She got out of the car and kneeled, then watched him get out and close the door. He stood in front of her, his cock hard and wet with her cum. He wiped his cock across her lips and she opened, instinctively drawing him into her mouth.

"That's my girl, you know just how I like it."

She closed her eyes, intent on returning the pleasure he had given her. He watched her eyes close then looked across the lot and saw the man give him a thumbs up. He knew he wasn't going to last long, being watched was one of his biggest fantasies. He watched the other woman drop her head into the man's lap and knew she was blowing him while he was getting the best blow job of his life.

He put his hands in her haid and said "keep going, I'm almost there". When he heard her try to reply and felt the vibrations go through his cock, he knew it was all over. He held her head still and felt his cock throb while he filled her mouth with stream after stream of his hot cum. She swallowed as much as she could, with some spilling out and dripping down her chin onto her tits. He pulled out of her mouth and watched the last of his cum spray across her face and onto her heaving chest, watched it slide slowly down her tits until it hung on her nipples. He reached and down rubbed it into her nipples while she lapped up the string from his cock.

He looked over at the other car while he helped her to her feet and saw the man's head thrown back against the head rest, obviously in the throws of ecstasy. He held her tight against his side and said "ready to head home for round two?"

This is my first submission, I hope you enjoy it - please feel free to contact me with any comments!



Date Night



I had been planning this night the entire week. We had gotten so caught up in our work lives that I know both our active sexual appetites were in need of some feeding. I called you on Wed afternoon to confirm the date, and I would pick you up at your house on Friday at 7pm, sharp.

I knew you would be at work Fri all day, and would rush home to get ready. I finished work early on Friday, and let myself into your house on my way home to pick out your clothes. Not only would it save you time, but I wanted that special look tonight. I knew most of your wardrobe, and I had a simple, special combination in mind, that would suit the planned activities.

You had this short, black leather skirt that showed off your long, lean legs so well. And on top, a light colored silky blouse, with open sleeves and buttons down the front. A very brief mesh panties and high heels would finish off the outfit. I left the jewelry up to you. You do so well with that anyhow. I laid the perfume I wanted you to wear on the table where I was sure you would notice it. I left you a note telling you that I had stopped by and picked out a few things for you to wear, and just those things. No bra; might not even need the panties for too long. Just be ready at 7:00.

I wanted to see the sly smile on your face as you read my note, and knew you were in for an extra special evening that I had spent some time in planning. I knew you knew you weren't going to be disappointed.

At 7 exactly, I knocked on your door, and you promptly appeared, dressed exactly as I had envisioned and planned, looking stunning, with your short hair, long, exposed legs, and just a hint of your nipples visible through the thin material of the blouse. Sexy and sultry without sleazy. I inhaled deeply at the perfume you wear that has imprinted itself on my mind, and never fails to stir deep, passionate emotions in me. Something about the smell really gets me deep. We embraced and I let my hands roam to your back and behind, and I cupped your tight ass in my hands, letting my fingers wander to the backs of your thighs, caressing briefly your smooth skin.

"You look marvelous, my dear Sarah. Just how I thought you would look," I said, stepping back and looking appreciatively up and down your sexy figure.

"So you've done some planning, I see? Anything else you can tell me now about our evening?"

"No, not just yet. I have it all planned out though. I think you'll like the nights' itinerary," I said, smiling and looking deeply into your eyes, before biting your neck and nibbling at your ear, feeling the goose bumps arise on your arms.

"Better be careful lover, or we might just not make it out of this house."

I escorted you by the arm to my car, top down, and shining clean, inside and out. I opened the door for you and couldn't take my eyes off your bare legs as the dress hiked up to your thighs, just inches before the panties I had picked. I could also get a peek down your creamy shoulders and glimpse some cleavage. I licked my lips in anticipation of the further sights to unfold, and even though I knew quite well what lay underneath those clothes, there was something about the peek, the inadvertently exposed flesh that got me going.

Along the way to the city, towards the excitement of the night life and the activity, I let my hand rest on your thigh, feeling the soft warmth of your skin, and let my fingers run circles up and down, getting closer and closer to your crotch, feeling the warmth there, and enjoying feeling you slink down in the seat a little, as if to urge my hand further up. I knew that driving fast, feeling the rumble of the engine as I raced it through the gears would help heat things up, both for the car and for your engine.

We both loved this Porsche, and the weekends were the best for going on some pleasure trips. The leather gleamed and smelled like pure car leather smell, and the midengine grumbled close to the seats. That combination was exciting for both of us.

You kept one hand on the back of my neck, and ran them through my hair, caressing my neck and shoulder. I tried to imprint the sight of you sitting there, eyes closed, wind blowing in your hair as the sun was setting over the city we approached. I could see your legs bare to the high thigh, and the wind was blowing your blouse open and closed, whipping a pleasant breeze to your nipples, which were quite visible now, and I could occasionally glimpse through the arm holes. I chose your wardrobe well, and you wore it better.

I heard--no I felt-- you sort of purr, down deep in your throat as my finger barely brushed against your pussy, quite warm. Not hot like I like it yet. My other fingers continued to savor the softness of you skin at your inner thigh, one of the most sensual places on you. I love to linger there, feeling your muscles, taut with anticipation of my next point of attention as I lick my way slowly to your sex, which is always so wet and dripping when I finally get there. Those thoughts run through my mind as I continue to brush one finger almost imperceptibly along the edge of your panties, trying to feel any moisture that may have gotten there. I can feel your hips rocking slightly, just a little, probably unconsciously.

In between gear shifting, I would return my hand to a more pleasurable place on your thighs, and resume stroking, feeling your heat and sensing your arousal.

"Oh baby, that feels so nice. It's been a long week, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it sure has. I hope to make it all go away tonight. Take you away, make you forget all those daily stresses."

"You sure are off to a good start. You know how to get me dripping wet so easily."

"I'm glad you approve. I like to feel you like that, you know. Your arousal excites me to no end. I enjoy your pleasure, and I enjoy bringing you pleasure. You deserve it."

I felt so lucky, to be sitting here with my lover, my friend, enjoying our life together, and having so much to look forward to. We were young and had our futures in front of us.

As we were approaching the city, I lifted the edge of your panties with my finger, and slid my finger to touch the outer lips of your pussy, and smiled at the wetness there and I could feel you hold your breath a little as I managed to slide one finger inside your wetness with ease. I love how wet you get, and how quickly you can get aroused. It's definitely one of your most endearing and exciting features. That along with your wicked mind made our sex life so fun. You shift on the seat to give my hand a better angle, and I twirl that finger around and around, feeling your inner walls from front to back, up and down. I slide it out and find your clit for a brief, gentle caress and you moan softly again. 

I must remove my hand to drive the last few blocks to the restaurant, and we both take a few deep breaths and try to get things together for the meal. I have to emerge from the car slowly so I can rearrange my pants slightly, the bulge there rather prominent. I lastly inhale and lick the juices from my finger that was moments ago deep inside your juicy pussy, and I look deep into your eyes and tell you how much I love the way you taste, a perfect before dinner treat. And hopefully more for later.

Once inside and seated at a corner table of a dark, romantic restaurant, we order our drinks and I tell you that there were more than a couple men, and women, admiring your body as we entered. I enjoyed the looks you get, because I am reminded how lucky I am to have your body for me to enjoy. I wonder if anyone else could smell your arousal?

Drinks arrive and as we are awaiting our salad course, I lean over to you and tell you, "I want you now to go to the bathroom, and put these inside you."

I hand you a small, silken bag with two metallic balls inside. Ben-wa balls. I know you have wanted to try them, and this was the perfect time. You looked down at the offering in my hand and then into my eyes.

"OK," was all you said. It was all you needed to say.

I watched you walk to the bathroom and enjoyed the sight of your firm ass and legs as they moved under your skirt. I loved them wrapped around me, around my waist as I buried myself deep inside you and the feeling of those smooth inner thighs as they wrapped around my head when I was licking and tasting your sweet nectar. Quick, vivid images that made me hard again.

I drank my gin and tonic as I waited patiently for your return and was anxious to see the look in your eyes as you returned, filled with the sensual, metal balls I brought for you. I watched you walk towards me, taking small steps, walking slowly. New feeling, I guess, with those metal balls in your pussy. They wouldn't fall out, but could anyone hear the slight metallic clink as they rolled around inside you? Would anyone know? Some astute women around might sense it. One of those intuition things. She's wearing.

You slid in close to me, and I studied your face carefully.

"Feels..different. Nice. I think I could get used to this. I'm so wet now, it's not funny. I'm not sure I can make it through dinner."

"I'm glad you like it. I thought it might be something different. I have been saving them for such a special occasion."

"I hope this is not your favorite restaurant, because after a few more minutes and a couple drinks, I might just have to fuck you right here on the table."

"I just love it when you talk dirty. I took the liberty of ordering dinner for us."

"My, aren't we taking the lead tonight. I suppose I should just lay back and enjoy, as they say."

"I think you will enjoy."

During dinner, our talk was frequently injected with sexual innuendo, and you took whatever opportunity to lick you fingers slowly and seductively, making sure I was watching. I loved to see you lick things, and you knew it. It was so reminiscent of the luscious blow jobs you give me. I am so easily aroused too, and you knew that as well. Visual and easy. Typical guy, huh?

By the time we were waiting for desert, I managed to pull you a little closer to me on the seat, and let my fingers caress your inner thigh again, like I did earlier in the car, and the heat coming from your pussy was incredible. I could feel in from about mid-thigh. It took some restraint from me as well, to not just plunge my fingers deep into your dripping pussy, and feel you clench my hand inside, and bring you the climax I so wanted to give you.

I placed my hand over your hot mound, and tried to feel any moving inside you. You whispered to me, with breath as hot as that which I felt on my hand, that you could feel the balls moving inside you, and if you clenched your inner muscles, there was the most exquisite sensation of them moving around and around.

"I'm so close to coming all the time, it feels like my insides are humming and full. I hope I can wait until we are home."

"Maybe we should get the check and get going then?"

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea."

I got the check, and the waitress brought it back, and gave you what I thought was a knowing smile. Maybe she knew what we were doing under the table. Or maybe she could sense your arousal and was envious of your upcoming night.

"Have a great night," she said, with a little more than the usual emphasis on 'great.'

We walked arm in arm outside, and instead of going right to the car, I steered us to a nearby street, with some shopping. I felt you lean on me a little more than usual, and we walked slowly, deliberately, doing some window shopping. We didn't talk much, other than to admire the clothes, or the art in the windows.

"Oh, I am so wet, I feel like I am dripping down my thighs," you said, again your hot breath and your erotic words sending sensations right to my center. "These things are quite amazing."

"Do you want to go into this place, and try on a couple things, and get cleaned up a little?"

We entered a very nice ladies boutique, and we looked around for some things, something for you to try on for me. A new dress perhaps, something sexy and stylish. There were no other customers there, and the sales person asked us if we needed any help. You shook your head no, and just asked where the dressing rooms were. I waited and looked at the clothes, feeling the materials, just thinking of you changing just a few feet away, clad in only your panties, sliding into a dress and trying not look as excited as I knew you were.

Moments later, you emerged, wearing a very sexy, sleek dress, long, but cut with a slit up high on your thigh. The back was quite low too, and showed off your breasts, with nipples that were quite hard and apparent through the expensive material. Doesn't leave much to the imagination. Just how I like it. Revealing, yet concealing. You knew my tastes too. You walked around me a couple times, and I swear I could hear the balls moving around in you, as they make a musical, magical sound when they touch.

"How do you like this one?"

"Very nice. Stunning in fact. I approve very much."

"Does that mean you would buy it for me?"

"It's yours if you want it."

"Boy, what did I do to deserve this treatment today?"

"Just being you."

"I love you. You are so sweet to me. I'm sure I can think of some way to make it up to you," you whisper deliciously in my ear, as you return to the dressing room to change back to your clothes. I know I can detect your aroused aroma, the smell is so powerful to me.

As you enter the dressing area I can see that you have left the door slightly open, and with the mirror configuration of the dressing room and the area just in front of it, I can see you quite clearly as you remove the dress, sliding it from your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a swish of material. I watch you standing there in just your underwear and heels, looking at your body in the mirror, pulling your breasts up and holding the hard nipples in your fingers. I know you are so close to coming, and so aroused from the long, drawn out torture I have made you endure. I am not sure if you know I am watching you but I am transfixed to the spot I am standing, unable to move or breathe.

I see you move your legs back and forth, letting the balls move inside you as your knowing hands massage your breasts and pull your nipples into harder and harder points. I feel the ultimate voyeur and I still cannot move. I don't think a fire alarm in my ear would have moved me from this spot.

One of your hands moves down and I see your eyes watching it travel down your firm stomach to the wet panties and slide inside them. I can see your fingers moving inside the material of your underwear, and your eyes close briefly as your legs continue to squeeze together. I know you are trying to make yourself come, and I keep thinking to myself, that you had better wait. I hope your restraint is up to the test.

Fortunately, the store door bell chimes as another customer enters, and you are pulled from your reverie and your moment and you quickly pull on your blouse and skirt and retrieve the dress from the floor, and place it on the hanger and come out of the dressing room towards me, so we can pay and get on our way.

We do so, and I can't help but think the sales lady knew too, what was going on, because she stayed away from us while you were changing, and gave you a smile that I thought was a little more than the usual business smile. I knew I could smell you; I'll bet she could too.

"Were you watching me in there? You know you shouldn't go around peeking in ladies dressing rooms. Who knows what you might see?"

"So you planned that little episode, eh? You might just have to pay for that one later, you know."

"Umm. I sure hope so. Thank you for the dress. It is really wonderful. I'm sure we can find somewhere suitable to wear it out." With that, you pulled me aside in the doorway before we exited the next door to the street and kissed me with such passion, pulling on my lips with your hungry mouth and wet, hot lips. Our tongues fought and battled to enter each other's mouths, and we pulled our bodies close to each other. I pushed my hips into your stomach so you could feel my hardness press into you. I ran my hands under your dress and felt the wetness at the backs of your thighs as I kneaded your ass with my hands.

We separated and you said to me, "I almost made myself come just then. I am simmering on the edge of boiling. I liked knowing you were watching me. You like to watch, don't you?"

"Yes, my dear, you know I do. Almost as much as you like to show, I think."

"Let's go home. I think we need to take this party inside." You reached between us and held my cock in your hand and squeezed it firmly, emphasizing 'this party,' feeling its hard, hot length in your hand.

We walked quickly to the car, and I could feel the intensity of your arousal through the grip you had on my arm as we walked. I saw from the corner of my eye the look in your eye that I associated with your 'bedroom eyes.' Perhaps that's what the two other women noticed as well, both the waitress and the clothing store lady. I'm surprised a couple other men didn't pounce on you too. You had that sultry glaze on your face, as if awaiting a suitor, alluring, and emitting a pheromone to attract your mate. It was sure having its effect on me too.

I put the top up on the car, and we slunk down into our seats. Again, I watched you sit into the car, and again, I saw your dress hike up even higher until I could see the edge of your panties and the treasure beneath. The next part should be fun too.

As I got into the car and warmed it up a little, I could see you squirming around a little, as if trying to get comfortable. But I knew why you were squirming. You were trying to get that inner motion going, and get yourself off. I sort of sat there for a moment and watched you, and you seemed preoccupied, and didn't notice my watching and waiting. After a while, before I pulled the car out, I leaned over to you and nibbled on your neck for a moment, inhaling the scent of your perfume and of you. It was not the smell of the perfume that got me, but your scent It was unique. The perfume was just the whipped cream on the top. Hmmm, there's a thought for later.

I then whispered in your ear, "Baby, I want you to remove your panties for me and give them to me. And then unbutton your blouse all the way.

Just like before, you just looked at me long and deep, and simply said, "OK."

I watched as you reached up under your dress, and pulled your panties off your legs, and down around and off your ankles. Then as you handed them to me, I took them to my face and inhaled deeply of your scent. As I was become more intoxicated with this, I watched you unbutton your blouse, slowly, one button at a time, looking at me looking at you. I watched your eyes and then your chest, as inch of delicious inch came into view as the buttons were undone.

I could only nod in approval. My mouth was dry and I was completely turned on by the sight of you almost all the way exposed to me, yet carefully covered. I reached out my hand and traced a line from your mouth, down your chin and neck, to your chest and down to your stomach. Your skin was warm and soft, so warm and soft. I couldn't wait for later. I continued to trace the line over your skirt, now bunched up around your waist, and to your thighs and calves. I worked my hand back up and back to that sensual spot for me and you, at your inner thighs.

I could feel the moisture there that had dripped down your legs from the last hour or so of arousal. You were steaming. I pushed up the edge of your skirt and looked at your pussy, wet and shiny in the dim light of the parking lot, and ran my finger up and down the entrance, feeling the slick moisture coat my finger. I slid it in slowly to your inner passage and felt the warm metal balls there, and felt around them, moving them inside you, feeling how they filled your pussy up. I inched my finger out of you and stroked your clit which was hard and urging. I looked up at you and your eyes were closed and you had one hand on your breast, holding your nipple in your fingers, pulling and stroking it. I enjoyed seeing this, and wanted to see more. I wanted to watch you pleasure yourself, and I so needed to taste you more. The smell now in the car was absolutely overwhelming with your scent. Incredible.




Date Night



"Now, as we are driving home, which I will do as fast as I can safely do, I want you to play with yourself. But you are not allowed to make yourself come. Not yet. Keep your pot simmering a little longer."

Pause. Deep breath. "OK."

I shifted in gear, and turned on the inside map light, and pointed it at your stomach. As we drove home, I had to struggle to keep my eyes on the road, and I constantly looked at your body, your hands on your pussy, and your tits, nipples hard, thighs clenching, eyes closed as if in a trance, in another world. That's where I wanted you to be. I saw your fingers glisten each time they would emerge from your pussy, and use the juice to stroke your clit. I was trying to embed this image in my brain forever. I so much wanted to remember the sight of you sitting there, pussy filled with ben-wa balls, stroking yourself for me to see, and elevating your arousal yet further.

I was glad there weren't any cops out, because I think I would have a hard time explaining your underwear in my lap, the smell in the car, and the speed at which I was driving. There must be something against the law in all that. We pulled into our street and your legs were now spread, one on the dash and the other against the console with your right hand pulling and twisting your nipple slowly, and your left hand deftly stroking your clit.

"Oh, I am so hot. I don't ever remember being this turned on. I need to come so badly now. I've been right on the edge for the last 30 minutes. Or maybe the last hour. Or longer. I have lost track of time."

"Let's go inside. The best is yet to come, my dear."

"The next thing to come better be me. And soon."

As we entered the house, again I thought for sure I could hear the balls moving inside you. We went immediately to the bedroom and I led you by the hand to the overstuffed chair we have there, that while quite comfortable for reading, makes for a more comfortable oral sex chair. I sat you down, and knelt between your legs, and caressed your legs, from your thighs to your toes. I took one leg at a time and placed them over the arms of the chair so you were sitting reclined, and with your legs spread before me. I pulled your blouse from the waist of your skirt and pulled it aside so I could see your tits, with their most excellent nipples poking out towards me, urging my lips to them. I held your arms firmly and placed them at your side. "No moving them, OK?"

"I think I can manage that."

"You look so sexy and delicious."

"Please,, I need your mouth on me. I need your hands on me. Something..now."

I kissed your neck, leaning forward, feeling the heat from your body against me. I slowly kissed your neck and worked my way down to your collar bones, and then down to your tits. I licked them around and around, using one hand on one to hold the weight in my hand and using the other one to feed it to my mouth. I kissed around and around the edges and underneath, licking the contour of your ribs. One hand kneaded the soft flesh as my mouth found your hard nipple and I gently flicked at the tip with the end of my tongue. I blew cool air on the wet flesh, and I could see it harden yet more. I leaned forward to take it fully in my mouth and your gasp was audible. I licked and sucked it with hunger and I couldn't help a little bite, which made you gasp again. My other hand pulled at the nipple there, and I twisted it and pulled it hard. I tried to suck more and more of your breast into my mouth as I squeezed it with my hands, pulling it deeper into my mouth. I was so hungry for you I almost bit to draw blood.

I don't know how many minutes passed, but I managed to lick your tits, one at a time, until you were practically coming out of the chair. I sat back on my thighs to admire your aroused form again, and I lightly caressed both your nipples as I looked at you. I released one hand to slide down to your pussy and caressed the outer lips there, feeling again the heat and wetness.

"I don't think I have ever felt you this wet before. I can't wait to taste you. I have been dying to do this all night."

"Please, no more torture. I am dying.I need you inside me.something.now.please."

"Music to my ears, my love."

I leaned forward to kiss your inner thighs, and one finger continued to caress your outer lips, parting them slightly so I could slide one, and then two fingers inside your dripping wet pussy, feeling the balls there. I moved them around with one hand, and the other held the lips open so I could lick you up and down. I inhaled deeply of your aroma and almost came right there, the smell and taste were so incredible. I licked the juices from your slit and let my tongue go inside you too, to catch the delicious drink. I used my tongue in long, flat strokes up and down your pussy, stopping at the top each time to gently flick and run circles around your clit. I could feel your muscles grasping at my fingers and the balls inside you and I knew you were close.

I just held your clit between my lips and my tongue licked at it ever so lightly. "Do you like it like that, or like this?" I said and offered a firmer, harder stroke on your clit as my hands continued to twirl around and deep inside your pussy.

"Oh yeah, baby, just like that," certainly indicating the firmer stroke of my tongue was what you wanted now. I obliged and continued a slow, firm steady rhythm with my tongue pressed firmly to your clit as my fingers pulled at the inner walls of your flesh. Finally, I reached one hand up and pulled at your nipple, feeling it harden in my hand, and that's what sent you over the edge.

"Oh..yes..oh, now, I'm coming..yes..ahhhh.oh god...oh god...aaaaahhhh!!!!!" was the last I heard as your whole body became engulfed in the hardest, longest orgasm I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing, and thankfully, of inducing. Your body spasmed and clenched at me as I pressed my face firmly to your pussy, drinking like a man dying of thirst at your sweet juices that flowed more than I thought possible from your sex. Your hands pulled at my hair as you pulled my head to you, and I felt your inner muscles squeeze and squeeze at my fingers inside you. I continued to lick softly and steadily as I think your orgasm hit again, although it might have been the same one going on and on.

I held my face there for the longest time, licking and caressing your pussy, and holding your breast in my hand and just stayed there, holding you close, savoring, tasting, feeling. I felt the balls still in you and I managed to curl my finger around one at a time and pull them out, each one accompanied by a gasp of emptiness from you. I stood, undressed quickly and pulled your arms over your head and held them there firmly. I knelt again between your legs, and positioned my cock at the entrance to your pussy. I rubbed the underside up and down your wet opening, pushing the top down on to you. Once it was coated with your juices, which didn't take long, I slid into you with one easy, quick push and immediately, was buried up to my balls into the hottest, wettest pussy ever.

I felt your muscles pull at me deep inside, taking in the feeling of me filling you up all the way. The only things touching on us was my hands holding your wrists above your head, and my cock deep inside you. Again, you gasped at the sensation and I slid in and out a few times, all the way in then all the way out, and again, in and out. Slowly and completely.

"Oh, that's good. I needed you inside me. I needed to feel you filling me up. Just like this. Oh.yes.good.deep."

"You are so sexy."

We managed to find a good rhythm like this, just touching at our centers, rubbing in and around, so I could feel my pelvis against yours, and feel your clit rub against me. I released your hands and pulled your legs from the chairs arms to my shoulders and continued to stroke my cock in and out of your dripping pussy faster and fasted. I couldn't go slowly now, and I could feel my balls hit you with each stroke in and we both were close now. I could tell.

"I want to be inside you from behind you," I said, with short breath. I pulled myself out of you and turned you over so could admire your ass, and I again entered you all the way with one, quick, firm push. We both gasped and again, resumed our rhythm. I knew this makes you come quickly, especially as much as you were worked up. I reached for your tits, hanging and begging for my touch. I held them in my hand and pulled and pinched your nipples. I took one of your hands and guided it to our sex, and we together felt my cock and your pussy, wet and one, gliding in and out of each other. I wanted your hand on my balls, and I put it there. You quickly got the idea, and caressed me there, holding my balls in your hand, feeling the need there, feeling the building climax. I returned to you tits and massaged and kneaded their softness.

"Oh yes. This is good..I'm close. come with me..yes baby.come with me.." I managed to say.

"Oh yeah. I'm there..yes..come in me. ..I want to feel you come in me..yes.now!!!"

That's all I needed as I crossed the point of no return and felt my orgasm hit me. My spine tingled and my toes curled as I released spasm after wonderful spasm of hot come deep into your pussy, my pelvis pushing deeper and urging my cock deeper into you with each spurt of my come. I collapsed onto your back as I felt your orgasm grip me inside your pussy, and your hands urging my balls to spend all my juice into you. We fell to the floor, with me resting on your back and my cock still hard inside you, holding each other close, and recovering our breath, which took quite a few minutes. The earth seemed quite far from where we were.

"That was, by far, the most incredible orgasm-or orgasms, I should say-of my life. You made me so absolutely, mind-boggling crazy"

"I too, will remember this night for a long time." 



Date Night



It's a nice cool Saturday night. Our first date night since I've been home. Our daughter is at the babysitter's till late and I have you all to myself. You are wearing a very pretty red dress. I take you out to a nice restaurant and we take a seat in a booth in the corner away from everyone. We sit next to each other and I immediately start moving my hand down to your legs. We begin to make out and I slowly start pushing your legs apart. I begin to move my hand up your thigh and rest it on your silk panties. I begin to rub your pussy through your panties. You notice that the waiter is coming and you bring your legs together trapping my hand between your legs. We order our food and as soon as the waiter leaves I start rubbing your pussy again, making you soak your panties. You are having such a hard time not moaning. You are going crazy and want so badly to be fingered. I push your panties to the side and slowly push a finger into your pussy. You let out a quiet moan. Our food comes and I stop. We eat our meal quickly and head out to the car. We start to head home but you are so horny that you push your dress up and pull down your panties. You tell me that you need to be fingered right now. I move my hand over to your pussy and shove a finger deep into your pussy. You let out a loud moan telling me how badly you need to be fucked. I pull over into a dark parking lot and we move to the back of the Escape. 

I take off my pants and you see my rock hard cock. I can't wait to fuck you so I shove your dress up and sink my cock slowly into your pussy. I want to make you feel every inch of my cock going into you. You want to be fucked so badly but I want to make you really beg for it. You start to beg, asking me to fuck you hard and fast. But I continue to ease my cock in and out of you slowly. After I think you have had enough teasing I begin to fuck you hard and fast. You have been waiting so long for my cock to be fucking you this hard that you cum immediately. I keep fucking you harder and harder making you scream so loud. You tell me that you want me to cum deep in your pussy. I begin to get real close and you tell me how badly you want to feel my cum fill you up. I cum real hard filling your pussy with so much cum. I tell you to put your panties on because I am going to lick your pussy and taste all my cum as soon as we get home. I pull my pants back on and we head back to the front of the car. We rush home. You tell me that you can't wait till I lick your pussy. 

We pull into the driveway and run to the front door. We are pulling off clothes as we head to the bedroom leaving a path of clothes. I tell you to lay on the bed so I can lick your delicious pussy. I stick my tongue deep into your pussy tasting all the cum I filled your pussy with earlier. I lick up and down your pussy down to your ass. I pay extra attention to your ass and you love it. You tell me to keep licking your ass. After I lick your ass for a while I move back up to your pussy and I begin to suck and lick your clit real good. I move up your body and start kissing all over your tits. I start to suck on your nipple making it hard and wet. I push my cock into your pussy as I am sucking on your nipples. You moan out loud. I start fucking you faster and faster making you moan louder. I tell you that I want to fuck you from behind. You bend over the bed and I move behind you. I bend down and lick your pussy getting you even more wet than you already were. I shove my cock deep into you and start fucking you real hard. I reach underneath you and start pulling on your nipples real hard. You are so hot and bothered that you don't notice me playing with your ass. I slowly stick a finger deep into your ass and this drives you wild. I finger your ass real hard while I am fucking your pussy. I pull out of your pussy and tell you that I am going to fuck your ass. I slowly stick my cock into your ass. You are so tight, it feels so good. I start to fuck your ass faster. You are so tight that I can feel that I am going to cum soon. I tell you that I am close and you tell me that you want it all over your ass. I fuck your ass real hard and fast and pull out right before I cum. I cum hard all over your ass. We both fall on top of the bed. After laying there for a few minutes I realize how late it is and tell you that we still need to pick up our daughter. You tell me that I should go pick her up and when I get back to be ready for round three...



Date Night



You always did enjoy date night..going out with the man you loved. And as he liked to make things spicy, it was always an adventure. He set out the remote control vibrating egg, placing it on the panties you picked out to wear, while you were in the shower. You couldn't help but smile when you saw it.

Of course, you put it in.

He didn't use the remote the entire drive to the restaurant, which surprised you. The anticipation was maddening though. You could feel its weight in your pussy, especially when you shifted your hips. He just smiled at you lovingly.

He waited until you were in the middle of your order to hit the remote. Vibrations flooded your body, and you gasped aloud. The waitress looked alarmed, asked if you were OK. He looked at you with a vaguely worried look, which didn't touch his eyes in the least. You smiled, tried not to squirm, and said it was just a muscle cramp.

He would buzz you on and off all evening..not enough to get you even close..but enough to get your panties soaked. He would wait until you went to sip your drink, or when the waitress returned. Near the end of your meal, he handed you a small card. It read : Go to the bathroom now, remove your bra, and your panties. NO questions. You excused yourself to the restroom, and had to fight to walk straight, and not to moan into the mirror as you touched up your makeup. Still..he was being unusually light with it..you couldn't help but wonder what else was in store for you tonight. The inner questions made you almost faint with desire.

You walked out of the restaurant, holding tightly to his hand. He had the remote on, and it was beginning to drive you mad. Instead of going to the car, he pulled you, almost roughly, around the side of the building. As soon as you were in the shadows, he turned you to face the wall, and half bent you over. He lifted your black skirt, and ran his fingers over your wet,open pussy. You feel him slip out the vibrator, and you are even more excited to hear its now loud buzz on the night air. You hear the whisper of his pants open, and then he is behind you. His cock is rock hard, and scorchingly hot. He slams it home inside you unusually rough for him, causing you to bite your lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. He lifts your shirt and pushes you further into the wall. You feel the rough, cool brickwork against your nipples, and the side of your face. He reaches down with the hand that is not keeping you pressed against the stone, and holds the egg to your clit. You moan as the vibrations add to the pleasure.

He fucks you, hard, slapping his body against yours. You feel the heat building inside of you...and then without warning he stops and pulls out of you. You look around in alarm, thing you have been caught at last..but all you see is him putting his still hard cock away into his pants. You start to ask him why, but he stops you with a gentile kiss, and whispers "The night is still young, my love." His last act is to slowly, lovingly, slip the egg back inside you.

You are home, and you don't know if you are angry at being so cruelly teased, or a little afraid to see what comes next. Again he silently takes you by the hand, and leads you through your darkened house, to your play room. He undresses you rapidly, with none of the loving caresses and kisses that are his norm. He doesn't even smile, until he carries the leather blindfold to you. He makes sure it is quite snug, and that you are quite blind, before kissing you deeply. You are smiling now, hoping..

He takes your hand and leads you to the one wall. You hear the rattle of the chains and the hiss of the velcro, as he binds your wrists. You are quite trapped, chained to the wall. He left them slightly longer than normal, giving you a little movement range. You hear him, behind you..then feel him kiss the back of your neck. Sparks shoot through your already aroused body..stronger when you feel the leather collar slip around your neck, and be clinched tight.

He leaves you then, with a slight caress down your body. You hear water running in the bathroom. You smell..something..earthy..you cant decide what. You stand there, bound, for what may be two minutes, or could be five. You are very aware of your nakedness, and your arousal.You gasp and give a little jerk when he touches you again. He laughs softly, and begins to run a sea sponge over you, soaked in almost hot water, and scented oil. You moan in pure pleasure as you feel the warm water run down your skin, and the slight roughness of the sponge is a delight. He carefully washes your face..slowly runs hot wet circles over your breasts, until your nipples are straining. He stops short of your sex, although the rivulets of water slipping over your pussy drive you mad. He kisses your cheek as he washes your back, and you can feel him, naked and hard pressing into you. You try to push your hips back into his cock, needing to feel him, but he just steps away. 

He dries you then, a large, soft warm towel. He strokes it over your body..your skin has never felt this sensitive, this alive. After you are dry, another sensation. This one takes you a moment to place..silky and soft..your prized plush bear! You cant help but moan and twist as he runs it over your ass..up your spine. He runs the softness over your nipples, they are almost painfully hard..and you long to have him take them in his mouth, even for a moment. Over your sides..your belly..lower..gliding over your pussy. You whimper..and your knees buckle so you are almost supported my the chains at your wrist, and his arm under your breasts. He runs the plush bear up your body, and near your face..you can smell your sex on it. "Please", you say.

He starts to kiss you then, his tongue fills your mouth as his hands run over you. He bites down lightly on your shoulder, then hard enough to make you gasp. He runs his tongue down your spine, lower..along the backs of your legs. One finger teases your clit..then its gone. Your anger returns, and you open your mouth to protest..

The leather strap bites across your ass, bringing a startled yelp instead. It strikes again, a little softer, along your shoulders. You give a little cry, and shake your head. The thin strap whips around you, across your breasts, lightly, but still stinging. Then harder again, snapping and smacking into your ass again and again. You whimper with each strike, trying to guess when the leather will fall next. You are so aroused you can feel your juices brimming over. Just as suddenly, it stops. Your ass, and legs burn, and you can see them in your mind, cherry red. Your breasts also have areas that feel hot and reddened. You give a jerk, as he caresses all your abused flesh with a soft, silky piece of cloth. He kisses you tenderly on your shoulders, and slips around you to kiss your lips. He works downward, kissing your breasts, and at last taking your nipples, one at a time into his hot wet mouth. You let out a shaky sigh of pure relief, and try to press your pussy into him.

At long last you feel his mouth, swirling over your pussy. His tongue molds to your body, and teases moans out of you. He sucks your clit, then begins licking in earnest. You moan again, only to have to become a scream of shock as the leather slaps into your ass again. Someone else is there! His licking never faltered, waves of pleasure making it hard to think. The leather strikes home again, and again. Is it a woman..a man? "Who's there?", you try to whisper, but your orgasm overtakes the words. You cum in a sudden rush, every muscle tensing to the breaking point. You cry out again and again, feeling the leather and mouth. 

The only thing keeping you standing is the chains. You hang the, feeling sweat run over your body. Your lover (you think its your lover..) still kneels in front of you, lightly kissing the lips of your pussy, and your thighs. From behind..silence. Then..hands in your hips, pushing you forward slightly. You know the invader is male then, as a hot, hard cock swirls over your ass. The licking in front of you grows stronger, faster again. The cock returns, and you man when you feel it press between your ass cheeks, wet with lube. You struggle, instinctively, futilely, as the man (or is this your love..?) presses his cock to your asshole. He reaches up and pulls your head back, using the collar..your moan aloud,and instead of struggling push back against his cock. You make a snarling sound as he enters you..just the hard at first, then slowly deeper. He pulls the collar again, and thrusts, and you cry out as you take him fully. The mouth in front of you starts to work your clit faster..hot and wet. A finger slips into your pussy, and presses back against the cock the is fucking your ass.

He has released your collar now, and is sliding in and out of you, slowly, hands gliding over your breasts and hips. You feel your muscles tighten again..and he starts to fuck you faster in response. His hands close over your shoulders..the as his breath begins to speed up, onto your collar again, jerking you back to meet each thrust. You cry out with each thrust, and at the fingers fucking you with equal fervor. He gives one last huge thrust and then he is pumping cum inside you, gripping your collar. Your orgasm meets his..and you scream..

You hear the shower start, as you hang there. You think you are alone..you still cant decide who was where. You are tense..still very aroused, as you keep replaying it all in your mind. The shower stops, and there is only silence. You strain your ears, trying to catch any clue. You gasp as hands run over your shoulders..you think you catch your lovers familiar scent, but its hard to tell with the mingled scents of oil, sweat, sex and cum. You hear velcro, and your wrists are released. You collapse in his arms, and open your mouth, but he stops you with a finger to your lips. You sigh with returning lust as he leads you to the bed, and lays you down. You reach out and run your hands over him..his skin is smooth..and you find his throbbing cock. A need fills you then and you lay back and open your legs in invitation. You feel his lips over your body..but his cock presses hard and needy into your leg. 

"Fuck me", you command.

He pauses for a heart beat, then kneels between your legs..You moan once more as he enters you, and you KNOW its your man. He fills you and feels like home. You lock your legs around him and meet each thrust with your hips. You reach out to grab the bed sheets..and encounter the other man..hard, kneeling on the bed. His hands start to rub your breasts. You explore him with your hands..their bodies are very alike..his cock hard and warm..you wrap your hands around it and pump in time to the fucking. He gasps, and you feel him moving forward. You feel his cock play over your lips. You lover is deep inside you now..fucking you slow and steady...you open your mouth and take the man into you. He moans, and holds his hands on your head. You start to suck his cock, trying to match the speed of the cock in your pussy. He starts to thrust into your mouth slightly..and you suck harder. Your lovers thrusts get stronger, and his finger finds your clit. You moan around the cock in your mouth. The man trembles at your oral skills,and he cries out, cum spilling into your mouth. You swallow, and focus on the tension building in your pussy. He is slamming into you now. You start to cum, still leaving the stranger in your mouth crying his name, and you feel him errupt in your pussy, filling you, as he collapses on you, moaning your name. 

At last he holds you, kissing you softly, telling you how much he loves you, as you hear the front door close.



Date Night



I brushed nervously at a piece of lint on my shoulder and tried to decide if I should go with the tie or not. I decided the tie was too formal and went with just the button up shirt with a sport coat over it.

I eyed myself in the mirror and almost gave in to my nerves. I'd been matched with Bonnielass67 at an online dating site and we were set to meet tonight. If I could get over my nerves.

It had been almost a year since my girlfriend had walked out on me to start seeing one of her professors. I had been so sure she was the one and had even been shopping for an engagement ring. It had taken months for me to get over the breakup. 

When I finally decided I was ready to start dating again, I hadn't known what to do. I'm not the kind of guy that can go pick up a girl in a bar. It had actually been my mom who had suggested an online dating site she was trying. She'd had a lot of good things to say about it so I decided to give it a shot too.

It took a couple of days to evaluate me and offer some suggestions. The first few were not exactly what I was looking for but the third one, Bonnielass67, seemed really interesting. Just like me she had refused to put a picture. She felt it put too much weight on the physical side of the relationship and not the mental. Right away, I wanted to know about this woman.

The only drawback was, at forty-four, she was twice my age. I had browsed back through my other matches, but I kept winding up on her profile. She liked a lot of the same stuff as I did and she seemed far more interesting than the other woman.

I decided to message her. It wasn't like I was going to meet my soul mate on the first date. Maybe this could just be a practice date to get the nerves out of the way. Hell, maybe, if things went right, we'd wind up back here, have sex and then I could try for someone closer to my age.

We messaged back and forth a couple of times to get to know each other. The twenty-two year age gap between us didn't bother her one bit. I quickly found myself hurrying home from work to see if she'd messaged me that day.

After almost a month of messages we agreed to meet. I was going to meet her at Tony's, a little Italian place I knew. It was a little small, and a lot pricey, but it was some of the best Italian food around. 

If I didn't stop procrastinating I was going to be late. I looked back in the mirror at myself one last time. My brown hair I kept cut short; otherwise it tended to go wild and curly. I'd trimmed my goatee down to a manageable level. I decided to wear a black silk shirt with a black sport coat over it. My ex had said I looked best in black on black and I'd decided to go with what worked.

I stared into my blue eyes, willing my mirror image to turn and walk out of the bathroom.

"You first," I told him. He just stood there staring at me.

Finally, I forced myself to turn and walk out. I grabbed my keys and left my apartment. I got down to my car and headed over to Tony's. It was the longest and shortest drive of my life.

I parked and got out of the car. I stood by my door for a second, one last burst of nervousness running through me. I took a deep breath and let it out. With feet that felt like they were encased in concrete, I walked towards the entrance.

Tony's has a little sitting area in front by the doors. The whole are is covered in fake grape vines and little by little clusters of candles. I loved stopping by, during the lunch hour, to just have a coffee and relax. It was a little too warm for dinner out front tonight but I did see one person sitting out front.

She had her back to me, giving me a chance to get a quick peek at her. She was wearing a bright red dress and had her brown hair spilling down her shoulders. The dress clung tightly to her curves and set them off magnificently. From the description she'd given me, this had to be Bonnielass67. 

I walked up and, taking a deep breath, said, "Hi."

She turned to face me and... The whole world went topsy turvy.

It was my mom.

She frowned at me for a moment and then asked, "Tyler, what are you doing here?"

"Umm... I'm meeting Bonnielass67 for our date," I said, hoping that this was just a nightmare and that I would wake up soon.

"But... That's me," She said. "You're Ty216?"

I nodded and we stayed there, staring at each other for a minute before she covered her mouth and her body started to shake. It took me a second to realize she was laughing.

It felt like all of the tension had been taken right out of the night. I started laughing so hard I had to grab the back of her chair to stay up. 

A hostess came out and looked at us. We must have been one hell of a sight. Two fools laughing so hard we were both crying.

"Are you okay?" She asked, making us laugh even harder.

I managed to catch my breath and wave at her. "It's okay. We're good. We'll be in in a sec."

She looked at us for a second before turning and going back inside. We got our giggling under control and I said. "Well, this isn't exactly how I thought the night would go."

"Me either," She said, standing up to give me a quick hug. "I was so nervous and now... God, Tyler, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time."

"Me too," I said. "So what now?"

"I don't know," she said. "This is all so weird."

"Yeah, it is," I said. "Well, we're here, we might as well eat."

"Are you sure?" She asked. "I know this place is a little expensive and you weren't exactly planning on eating with me."

"It's okay," I said. "I have plenty to cover it. Besides, I'll be eating with the prettiest lady here so I can't say no to that!"

"Tyler," she said, a small smile pulling at her lips while her cheeks turned a rosy color.

"And that color of red looks good on your cheeks," I said.

"You are such a brat," she said, looking me up and down. "But you always look so handsome in black."

"I've never seen you in a red dress before and, I have to say, you should go with more red in your wardrobe," I said, my eyes taking her in. The dress she wore plunged down between her breasts, showing off a great deal of skin. The fabric covered her flat stomach, clinging to her and not showing an ounce of fat anywhere. I came to an end just above her knees, hiding very little. I found myself feeling a little aroused by how much it showed. 

"Stop staring," she said, her face a very solid red. "You're making me feel self-conscious."

I managed to drag my eyes away from her. It was a lot more effort than it should have been but somehow I did it. I offered her my arm and asked, "Shall we?"

She smiled and took my arm. We went in and got put at a small table near the corner of the dining area. The room was kept dark and the candle on our table was just bright enough fro us to read the menu. It was very cozy and romantic.

All the things I had wanted but now could do without.

"This is very nice, honey," my mom said.

"I have good taste, what can I say?" I asked.

"You obviously get that from me," she said, making me laugh.

Dinner seemed to fly by in a swirl of laughter. It had been such a whirlwind of a night; the nervousness, the surprise at seeing my mom and the joy of just being able to relax. It was nothing like what I had expected. It was better.

We shared some tiramisu for desert and then sat in a comfortable silence. I had been meaning to ask her something all night. It was a little personal and I was still struggling with it when she said, "Out with it."

"What?" I asked.

"You want to say something," she said. "You always get this little frown line between your eyebrows when you want to say something and you over think how to say it."

"You know me way too well," I said.

She laughed and asked, "I'm your mother, would you expect any less? Now out with it."

I was glad the room was dim and hoped it hid the blush I could feel creeping up my cheeks. "Well, you set up a date with a guy who's half you age and I wanted to ask you about that."

She took a drink of her wine and said, "When you emailed me, I was surprised by how alike we were. I didn't even look at your profile until you emailed me the second time. When I saw how young you were, I just decided, to hell with it, I was going to go have some fun. Plus, you can hold a conversation and it was nice to talk to a guy that really can talk."

"If you'd told me your real name instead of just your username I might have figured it out earlier," I said. 

"Yeah, but what if you'd been a weirdo?" She asked. "I didn't want some guy stalking me or something."

"We are way too much alike," I said. "That's the same reason I didn't want to give you my real name."

We shared another laugh and then she asked, "What about you? What's with asking out a woman old enough to be your mother?"

"You were the only interesting one. The other girls seemed superficial and kind of annoying," I said.

She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "I think that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a while."

Her hand lingered on mine for a moment. Goosebumps sprung up all a long my arm. When she slid her hand back, I was surprised at how disappointed I was.

Once I paid the check, we got up to leave and my mom stumbled as she got up and had to grab the back of her chair.

"Whoa," she said, closing her eyes and taking a couple of breaths.

I put my hand on her shoulder and asked, "Are you okay?"

She nodded and said, "Maybe I shouldn't have had that third glass of wine."

"You get drunk on three glasses?" I asked. "You are such a lightweight."

She fired off a glare at me and said, "I am not drunk. I am just a little spinny right now is all."

"Spinny?" I asked. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

"Oh shush," she said, letting go of the chair. She waited a second before making her way towards the door. We got out into the parking lot before she stumbled again.

"Maybe I should drive you home," I said.

"Maybe you should," she said. 

We went over to my car and I opened the door for her. Once she was in, I joined her and we headed home. 

It was a little weird to be driving my date home to the house I'd grown up in. Of course, what hadn't been weird about the whole night?

When we pulled into the driveway, mom reached for the door handle and I stopped her. I got out and went around to open the door for her. She laughed and let me help her out of the car.

"You're so sweet," she said.

"My mom taught me how to treat a lady," I said.

She smiled and put her arm through mine. I walked her to the front door and stopped. I let go of her arm and turned to face her. She looked at me in confusion.

"Don't you still have your key?" She asked.

"Yes, but I can't just barge into my date's house," I said. "I have to tell her how good of a time I had first."

She tried to fight the smile but lost. "Did you really?"

"Actually, I did," I said. "I got to laugh and have some really good food with the most beautiful woman in the place."

She looked down and said, "I'm not all that."

I cupped her chin and lifted her face. "Yes, you are. You are a knockout both inside and out. I'm glad I had the chance to see that for myself." She took my hand off of her chin and placed a kiss on the back of it. A thrill of pleasure ran through me at the touch of her lips.

"Thank you," she said.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked.

She laughed and said, "Of course, silly. Too bad we don't have more men like you in this town. I'd pry be married again if we did!"

"So any shot at a second date?" I asked, giving her a wink.

She laughed and wrapped her arms around my waist. She leaned her head against my shoulder and said, "You are too much."

"I know," I said, putting my arms around her.

We held each other for a moment before she leaned back and asked, "Now do we go in the house?"

"Well, if we get to my date's porch and I have my arms around her, I normally try for a kiss," I said.

She shook her head and asked, "You never give up, do you? Fine! Give me a kiss so we can get inside."

I froze and my heart tried to slam its way out of my chest. She wanted me to kiss her? The nervousness from earlier crashed back into me and brought some extra along for good measure. How should I kiss her?

Feeling like my head was going to explode if I thought about it much longer; I just bent down and planted a quick kiss on her lips.

She looked at me for a moment before she started laughing. I frowned at her and asked, "What?"

"That's a kiss?" She asked between giggles.

I felt my face burn. My embarrassment overrode my mouth and I said, "Well, if I kissed you how I kissed my normal dates, I don't know if you could handle it."

"Oh really?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "Just a regular Don Juan, are you?"

"You have no idea," I said, hiding behind my bravado.

She leaned closer to me and whispered, "Show me."

I didn't know how I did it, but I bent close to her and pressed my lips to hers. The softness of her lips parted and I slid my tongue into her mouth. I tasted the wine and tiramisu from dessert as my tongue slid against hers. 

I pulled her close and ran my fingers up her bare neck and into hair silky hair. She moaned I felt her fingernails dig into my back. I teased at her tongue one last time before I broke the kiss.

She stood in front of me, her body trembling, her eyes staring at me with such a deep hunger it burned my skin. She gulped a couple of deep breaths and closed her eyes.

"Tyler, please open the door. I want to go inside now," she said in a shaky voice.

I fumbled my keys out of my pocket and managed to get the door open. She brushed past me and went inside. I came in and closed the door.

I followed her to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of red wine. She took out a glass and poured it full. She lifted the glass to her mouth and took a deep drink.

The tension in the air was so thick I felt like I was suffocating. I sat down at the breakfast bar and said, "Mom."

She ignored me and took another drink. In two gulps she had emptied the glass. She refilled it and took a smaller drink.

"Mom," I said again.

She set her glass down and finally turned to look at me. 

"I'm sorry I upset you," I said.

Her face fell and tears well up in her eyes. She walked over put her hand on mine. "You didn't upset me, honey. I just... That was just really intense and... I didn't expect it to feel like that."

"I did warn you how good I am," I said.

She looked at me for a second before the laughter overwhelmed her. For the second time tonight, we shared a laugh that broke the tension around us.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "You are such an ass."

"I get it from my mom," I said, earning a slap on my arm.

She walked back over and took a drink of her wine. I slid my eyes up and down her back. The dress clung tightly to her ass and there was no panty line anywhere to be found. I began to wonder if she was even wearing panties.

I felt my cock harden against my pants. My thoughts were out of control. How would it feel to slide my hand over her dress, cupping those ass cheeks? How would it feel to reach under that dress and feel the skin of her ass against my hands?

My cock had swollen and pressed almost painfully against my pants. I needed to get out of there before I went nuts.

I stood up and, careful to keep myself behind the breakfast bar, I said, "I should pry go."

Mom set her glass down and turned to me. She made a pouty face and asked, "Do you have to? You could always stay in your room."

"Nah, I should pry just get back to my apartment," I said.

"Aww... And here I was hoping my date was going to spend the night," she said.

I paused. "You planned on your date ending up back here?"

She blushed a little and played wit her wine glass. "A girl can hope, can't she?"

She had been hoping to get laid. I had to admit I had too. I hadn't told her that I'd picked her profile a little because of her age. I had hoped she'd be a little lonely and more up to spending the night with me.

"And if my date had kissed me the way you did, I don't think we'd be in the kitchen having a conversation," she said.

She clapped her hands over her mouth and her eyes went wide.

"I can't believe I just said that," she said through her hands.

I laughed and said, "Well, that tiny little dress you have on pretty much tells a guy what you're after."

Her face turned a deep red. "I was just hoping I didn't look like an idiot."

I barked a laugh. "Mom, you worry too much. You so don't look like an idiot. If anything, you were the hottest woman in the restaurant tonight."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "Really?"

Forgetting my hard on, forgetting any other thoughts of her, I walked into the kitchen and took her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around me and held on tight. I kissed the top of her head and said, "I was the luckiest man alive tonight. I got to spend the night with the perfect woman."

I felt her body shake as she sobbed into my chest. "Thank you. I was just so lonely and I wanted a man to see me and spend some time with me."

I pulled away from her and wiped away her tears. I stared into her eyes and said, "I felt the same way. I needed tonight so badly and it turned out even better than I'd hoped. Thank you."

I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. I pulled back and stared into her eyes. The look of absolute need in her eyes matched the one in my heart. 

I leaned towards her again and pressed my lips to hers. Her mouth opened to mine and again my tongue danced with hers. We kissed deeply, with the embers of a building passion.

I wrapped my arms around her and slid them down her back. The dress was thin and I could feel the heat of her body through it. My hands slid lower and I cupped her ass in my hands. She moaned and ground herself against me. 

I needed this woman more than I had ever needed anything before.

I broke our kiss and kissed my way down her jaw. I kissed my way down her neck and softly bit the base of her neck.

She gasped and whispered, "Please, please, please."

I nibbled at her neck while my hands explored the firmness of her ass.

"Sofa," she whispered to me. She grabbed my hands and pulled me into the front room. She pushed me onto the sofa and straddled me. My hard cock pressed against the warmth between her legs.

She grabbed my face and pulled me towards her. Her mouth and mine met and I tasted her again. I grabbed her hips and pulled her tight against me. I rubbed my hardness against her, hearing her soft gasps with each touch.

I let go of her hips and slid my hands up her back to where her dress tied against the back of her neck. I tugged at the fabric and felt the knot give.

I broke the kiss and leaned back. The fabric of her dress slid down and off of her breasts. Her breasts showed no signs of age or sag. My eyes roved over the smooth silkiness of her skin. Her tiny little nipples poked out at me, hard and in need of me.

I kissed her nipple, rubbing my lips against it. I flicked my tongue against it and felt her shiver. I reach up and cupped her other breast. I rubbed it and felt her hard nipple sliding along my palm. I rubbed my finger in tiny circles around her nipple while I sucked at the other.

I eased her off of my lap and onto the sofa. I slid off of the sofa and knelt between her legs. I put my hands on her knees and pushed her legs apart. I looked up at her and saw her eyes were boring into me. 

With our eyes locked, I slid my hands up her thighs. She licked her lips and stared hungrily at me. My fingers slid along her thighs until the reached her panties. I could feel her warmth and wetness through them. 

I hooked my fingers through her panties and pulled them down. I slid the tiny red thong off of her and dropped it on the floor. I slid my fingers back up her thigh and to her naked pussy.




Date Night



I rubbed my fingers between the lips of her pussy and to her clit. I rubbed little circles around it, grazing it with the tip of my finger; each touch making her body jump.

I slid my finger down and eased it into her pussy. She moaned loudly and bit her lip. I slid my finger in and out and, with each thrust, she ground herself against my finger.

I slid my finger free and, reaching behind her, pulled her closer to the edge of the sofa. I lifted her dress and saw what I so badly wanted. 

Her pussy was completely hairless, the skin so soft and tender. I leaned forward and kissed her thigh. I worked my way up and touched my tongue to her clit. 

"Yes," she hissed.

I rubbed my tongue up and down her clit, each gasp from her making me want to cause another. I slid my tongue between her pussy lips and tasted her. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head tight against her. My tongue slid in and out of her, tasting her, needing every drop of her.

She grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. She bent down and her lips crushed against mine and her tongue plunged into my mouth. I kissed her back, hard and with an unquenchable need.

She broke the kiss and grabbed at my jacket. I stood and pulled it off. She reached up and grabbed the hardness in my pants. I groaned and had to fight to keep on my feet, the pleasure at her touch was almost too intense.

I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and tore it off while she stoked me through my pants. She pressed her face to my hardness and rubbed along it. She kissed it and reached up to undo my belt. 

She got my pants undone and let them fall to the floor. My cock tented out from my boxers and she wasted no time pulling those down. My cock hung free, just inches from my mother's face.

She wrapped her hand around the base and gripped it tight. I groaned and felt my cock throb in her grasp. She stroked slowly up and down the shaft. Pulses of pleasure shot through my body, lighting me on fire.

I looked down and saw her looking up at me. With my eyes locked on hers, she leaned forward and licked at the tip of my cock. Her tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. 

Her tongue traced its way around the head of my cock. She slid it down the shaft of my cock and back up. Her mouth opened and she slid my cock into her mouth. I moaned with my need whispered, "God."

She slid up and down my shaft, taking me as deep into her mouth as she could. She cupped my balls in her hand and squeezed at them. 

She sucked me for another minute before she slid my cock out of her mouth and said, "I need you, baby."

It was everything I wanted to hear. I sat back on the couch and she straddled me again. She took my cock in her hand and rubbed it against her pussy. Gently, she eased me into her, just the head of my cock first. She slid up and down, slowly easing more and more of me into her.

My ex and always made me put on a condom before she'd let me into her. It had been so long since I'd felt skin against skin contact with a woman's pussy, I shuddered with pleasure. I worried about needing a condom for a moment before remembering, through the haze of my desire, mom had had her tubes tied not too long before I'd moved out. She pushed my cock deep into her and any other thoughts were drowned out by my desire for her.

Finally my cock was held tightly in her pussy. I slid up and down, running it in and out. We found a perfect rhythm and let it take us. 

She bent down and kissed me. I could taste my precum, her wetness and both our tongues and the taste drove me wild. I kissed her deeply as I made love to her.

I slid my hands up to her breasts and squeezed them. I took her nipples in my fingers and pinched them. She broke the kiss with a loud gasp and rode me faster. My cock plunged in and out, her wetness and warmth sending bursts of ecstasy running through my body.

I slid my finger down and rubbed at her clit while my cock worked in and out of her. Each brush of my finger against her clit set off a sharp moan of pleasure from her. Her rhythm increased and I met it with a harder and deeper thrust.

She leaned down and kissed me, our mouths open, our tongues sliding everywhere. We were prisoners to our passion, needing more with each touch, with every kiss.

Her pussy squeezed my cock hard and she bucked against me. She ground herself against me and said, "Oh God, I'm going to cum."

I grabbed her hips and drove myself into her, pushing myself as deep as I could with each thrust. She locked her arms around my neck and rode me harder. Her eyes locked with mine, our shared pleasure making the moment even more intense.

The orgasm tore through her. Her body shuddered and shivered against mine. Her pussy clenched my cock and her moans became one long growl. I pushed myself deep within her and she screamed.

"Tyler!" She screamed. "Oh God, Tyler, yes!"

Hearing her yell my name while she came sent me over the edge. I slid myself deep into her, the heat of her pussy, the sound of her voice, driving me mad.

"Oh God, Mom, I'm gonna cum," I gasped.

She stared at me, her eyes boring into me as I came. I shoved my cock deep into her as the first spasm swept through me. I felt my cock throb inside her, sending waves of ecstasy through me.

She slid up and down on me as my cock throbbed inside her. I threw back my head and howled with pleasure. She pushed down and took the length of my cock into her. She pressed herself tight against me and rubbed me deep inside her. My cock pulsed and I came inside her, my seed pouring into her.

My orgasm seemed to last forever and when it finally ended I lay there, shivering, unable to control my limbs.

My mom sat on top of me, holding on to me and breathing heavily. Even after the orgasm, just the touch of her skin was sending fires of pleasure throughout me.

I lay back against the sofa looking at her. She stared back at me, neither one of us sure of what we should say.

She slid up and my cock slid free of her pussy. She stood on shaky legs and picked up my shirt from the floor. She put it on and pulled it closed against her, hiding all traces of her magnificent body from me.

Feeling the weirdness building, I bent down and pulled on my boxers and pants. She went over and sat in the recliner and we looked at each other across the gulf of the room and out passions.

"What do we do now?" She whispered.

I went over and knelt by the chair. I took her hand in mine and said, "I don't know. All I do know is tonight was a magical night I will never forget."

"Honey, what we did is wrong," she said. "I'm your mother and we had sex."

"Yes, we did," I said. "And it's not something we can take back or do over. It happened and we can either dwell on it and suffer or think that, for one night, we made the other person complete."

She stared at me for a long time before she leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips lingered on mine for a moment before she leaned back.

"I love you, Tyler," she said. "You know that don't you?"

"Yes, I do," I said. "I love you too, Mom."

Tears leaked from her eyes as she said, "I feel like I took advantage of you. I was so weak and needy that I used you."

I kissed her hand and said, "Mom, do you think I might have been needy too? I've been so lonely and then, tonight, you made all of the loneliness and sadness go away. I don't think you'll ever know how much that means to me."

She sobbed once and threw her arms around me. I held her and let her cry. I whispered to her that things would be alright and that I would always be there for her.

Once the tears had dried, she looked at me and said, "Thank you for making me feel like a woman again."

I smiled and said, "It was my pleasure. All I want is for you to be happy, Mom."

"I am," she said. "With you."

She took my hand and stood. I got to my feet and looked at her questioningly.

"I don't want to feel lonely anymore, Tyler," she said. "Will you come to bed with me and take my loneliness away?"

"Always," I whispered to her.



Date Night



The Beginnings

We have needed this night out for a long time. Being married for a few years now, each focusing on our jobs and paying the bills, we have left precious little time for just us. Me working two jobs and you working full time and going to school, it has been a chore. 

Lately we have been snapping at each other for no reason, both tired every day, and never time to sit and just breathe hardly. Well that is going to change. Tonight is about us. Just the two of us. No phones, no pagers, no classes. Nothing but the two of us enjoying each other.

The evening starts by me taking you to your favorite restaurant, Luigis. We have not been here since I proposed to you about four years ago. It was time to rekindle the flame that has dwindled to barely a spark. 

Calling ahead, I have asked for a secluded table in the back so that we could have a bit of privacy away from the other guests that night. I want this to be a night that you will remember and cherish for a long time. 

You ordered your favorite Linguini with Clam sauce, a dish that you have sacrificed because of my distaste of seafood. Always thinking of me, of us, its time we thought about you. I sit back sipping on my coffee as you raise your glass of vino being sophisticated and sexy as ever. "What's wrong?" you ask with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing my dear, just watching you. I can still watch you right?" I reply trying to be smooth, which does not always work. This time it did because the blush on your face and the twinkle in your eye said it was so.

Having finished up dinner and judging it to be time, I make my move. Nonchalantly I "accidentally" push my napkin to the edge of the table. Watching it fall to the floor, I say "oops" with a evil grin and excuse myself to retrieve it. 

Ducking my head under the table, I look across across and am surprised to see that you are not wearing panties. It seems that I am not the only one with a trick up my sleeve this evening. 

Crawling across the floor to your chair, I creep up to your legs, eyeing my own special dessert. Sliding my hands along your legs as my face gets closer, seeing the glistening mound in front of me, I can hardly wait. 

Feeling your legs tremble, I know it must be driving you crazy as I slide the tip of my tongue across your thigh. Parting your legs as I put my lips upon you, I feel you tense up at my touch.

Tasting the anticipation from you, I don't think I can wait until we get home. I must have this now. Slowly drawing your hard clit in my mouth, I begin licking it softly. Feeling your hands slide underneath the table to control my head, I push them back, whispering, "This is a special dessert, enjoy it while I enjoy you".

I slide my hands up your legs, around your hips, and softly cup your buttocks as I bring my face closer to that which I desire most. I begin to lick the moist slit, your juices are flowing nicely. Licking from the bottom, slowly working my way up, my tongue explores every part of you, probing, licking, the lips of your soaking wet pussy.

Your hips trying so hard to meet my mouth, I keep you at bay, I do not want to draw unwanted attention to us as I enjoy this perfect tasting treat. 

My tongue begins a steady rhythm into you as it continues on its path to your clitoris. Reaching the bottom of your clit, my tongue begins making half circles around the bottom of it, teasing you so gently, and I can feel your excitement building. With your ass resting in my hands, I pull your clit into my teeth, gently nibbling on it.

I can the hear footsteps behind me, it does not deter me from what I am doing, it is the waiter, and he has come to ask if we would care for more wine, or desert. 

Your voice, crackling with pleasure, fear, and excitement, replies "no thanks, we need to wait until he is done" The waiter must have given you a look of question, because you cleared your throat and said, "until he comes back". The waiter agrees then goes about his business, I can feel the orgasm building inside of you as you prepare to explode in my mouth.

Your hips begin to shake violently as you begin to release the wave of sweet nectar in my mouth, my tongue lapping every drop that you have. Wave after wave of pleasure wash across my face as you cannot control yourself any longer. 

Finally after you lean back in your seat, the aftershocks stopping, I wipe my face with the napkin that started this feast, and I wipe the inside of your thighs free of what flowed down my mouth. I step out from underneath the table and take my seat. 

The waiter returns and I order you another glass of wine. You look at him and yell "Check!" I know you are ready to go home.

That poor waiter, you had him running like crazy to bring you your check. Little did he know what occurred under the table just moments before. I had to stifle a laugh, as you demanded the check. When it finally arrived, you snatched it out of his hand much to his dismay and to mine. I have never seen you like this, the fire in your eyes, the smell of pure primal lust coming from you. 

Your patience was wearing thin as you gave the waiter the crisp 100-dollar bill. "Keep the change," you muttered, "I don't have time to wait." The waiter was speechless as he held the money in his hand, after all, the bill was just shy of 30.00.

This time it was you who took the lead, you grabbed me by the hand and lead me out the door to the car. I have never felt your grip as tight around my hand. I opened the door for you when we reached the car, but instead of allowing you to get in, I stood in front and looked into your eyes and told you how incredibly sexy you were at that moment, the lust overpowering you. 

"You know there is a price to get into the car now, are you prepared to pay it?" I asked with a sheepish grin. You pressed your lips against mine, and your tongue slipping into my mouth for a long sensuous kiss. The growing bulge in my pants was feeling the restraints of my boxers as I pull you against me returning the kiss. 

You pulled away, and said in that sexy voice of yours, "Oh, I think I am ready to pay". You slipped right out of my arms and into the seat. I quickly ran around to the other side, now it was I that couldn't wait to get home.

The drive home

It was going to be about a 45-minute trek before we reached the house, and I was not sure either of us could wait till then. I looked over at you and saw that your hand had slid down to your waist and you were seductively pulling your skirt up revealing those sexy legs in the process. It was very difficult keeping my eyes on the road when you were showing something that was so much more worthwhile.

After just a moment, you had the skirt pulled all the way up revealing that clean-shaven mound, still wet from the restaurant. Your leg cocked against the door, giving me a full view of what I had done to you. "You like?" you asked. The smile I gave answered it all. 

Again, using the same seductive manner, you started unbuttoning your blouse to give me full exposure to your supple breasts cupped in that lacy black bra that you know drives me crazy. 

I was thankful that I had the windows tinted when I bought this car, this was a show that I wanted for myself only. You unclasped your bra and for the first time I could see how hard your nipples were. I had never seen them stick out that far since I had met you. 

Using the control beside me, I reclined your seat slightly so that you would be more comfortable, and that I would have a better view, as you began to massage your breast, paying special attention to your nipples. Your soft moans were driving me insane. Just watching you, and hearing you, I was ready to explode, it was unbelievable.

Watching your hands glide down your stomach to your waist. Finally after what seems like an eternity, I see your fingers dip down into your wet pussy drawing juices back up along your clitoris. Your fingers moving back up to your clit which now is as hard as my cock. 

Circling your clit with your wet fingers, your moans grow louder and my cock grows harder. Seeing my discomfort, you look at me and say, "Honey, let me help you with that."

Leaning towards me you put your wet fingers to my mouth. I hungrily lick them clean, savoring the taste. You pull your fingers away and start gliding your hands down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt enough to slide your hand across my bare chest. You reach my nipple and give it a little pinch, giving me an unexpected thrill, which drives me insane, as you pull your hand out. 

Running your hands down my shirt, you teasingly go across my legs, and then under my cock. With a gentle squeeze, you cup my balls and my cock. "Please baby, please " I start to whisper, but again your finger reaches up to my mouth to stop me from speaking, "Its my turn to have fun" you whisper with an evil glint in your eyes.

Unbuckling my belt, then my slacks, you move your hands away and lower your head to my lap. I can feel your breath through my pants, your long hair in my lap covering your head. Using your teeth, you unzip my pants and gently blow on the tip of my cock that is trying desperately to escape the confinement of my boxers.

Flicking your tongue out to the tip of my cock, tasting the precum that has is leaking from my hard cock. "Mmmm, what caused this?", you asks so innocently. "You know damn well what caused it, exactly what you are doing now" I laughed. 

Reaching down you rip the seam of my boxers like an animal in heat so that my swollen member is now standing free and upright. I grip the steering wheel tighter as I try to maintain control of the car. 

As you hover your lips above my cock, I brush your hair from your face so that I can see you take me. Slowly I feel your lips glide down my cock until it presses against the back of your throat. As if you knew my desire to go in further, you push your head down further, until your lips are wrapped around the base of my cock. I cannot believe you have taken it all down your throat. 

Sliding your tongue around my cock as you begin to pump it with your mouth, I know its not going to be long before I lose it. Your hand reaches down and you begin to massage my sac while sucking my cock. With the touch of your hand, I almost explode. The rhythm of your massage matches the increasing tempo of your mouth. It is all that I can do to keep in my lane as I experience your wonderful pleasure. 

I can feel myself ready to explode, by my moans, you know I am almost there, you work your lips feverishly on my cock, your tongue is all over my shaft that is enclosed in your mouth. Finally I can hold back no more as I start to explode in your mouth. Gushes of hot cum filling your mouth and sliding down your throat. Wave after wave of pleasure coming from me. The whole time your mouth never spilling a drop. Satisfied you have taken every ounce of cum from me, you lift your mouth off of my cock that is still throbbing. 

I try to speak, but cannot find the words, instead I simply smile at you as you smile back at me, licking your lips. Both of us knowing that this night is far from over. 

Arriving Home

After that incredible ride from the restaurant, I am so glad to get you home. Throwing the car into park, I can hardly wait to get both my hands feeling your wondrous body again.

Jumping out of the car, I rush around to the passenger side to open your door. As I take your hand to help you out of the car, the lust takes over once again. I cannot contain my self as I lean you against the grand oak in the front yard. 

While its a good thing we have a privacy fence, it really would not have mattered, the lust was just too great. All inhibitions were lost.

For the second time tonight, you reach down and unzipped my pants, allowing them to fall to the ground. Lifting your legs around my hips, I let you wrap around me as I feel my wanting member against your wetness. Feeling no resistance to my advance, I slide into you, hearing you gasp against my ear, "Oh lover, oh baby". Gently sinking into that warmth, the animal inside of me takes over as I begin to thrust in further, harder. Taking you against this tree outside has just brought more out than either of us could have imagined. 

Buttons flying off that blouse as I rip it apart revealing again those wonderful breasts. Leaning into you, keeping my steady rhythm, I take your nipple into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the hardness as if it were clit. Sucking hard, I can tell its effect on you, the sounds of pleasure and moans of ecstasy being whispered in my ears. Feeling your hands slide up and down back, suddenly I feel something cold against me. The neighbors dog has decided to investigate. 

While you enjoy the extra thrust it provided, it scared the hell out of me. Both laughing at what just happened, its decided that we move our amorous activities inside. Quickly grabbing our clothes and running to the door, I start fumbling with the keys to open the door while you push your nakedness against me. No sooner than the door opens, we slip inside and slam it behind us. 

Dropping everything at the door, I take you in my arms and carry you to the bedroom and put you on the bed. Laying behind you on the bed, I lean into you, and begin sliding my cock into you. Feeling the warmth, the tightness, the sweet trembles of your pussy is amazing. Taking you deeper, and faster we are moaning together. The sweet sound of our love making combined with the lust of the evening. As I pull you closer to me, I roll over onto my back, pulling you on top of me. You lean forward and ride me as I take a hold of your firm ass and guide you up and down. Sliding up and down I can feel your climax building, I can't hold it any longer and I know you are about to explode, we begin to cum together, wave after wave, feeling each other tremble. 

You lean back against me, we turn on our sides, still connected, still inside of you, I hold you in my arms. Both exhausted from a wonderful evening. Forgetting everything except for the feelings of you and I, we drift off into a slumber of peaceful, satisfied, and long overdue sleep.



Date Night



Cathy and Tom had been together for awhile. They both had an appetite for sex and all that went with it. Between the two of them, they'd bought every sex toy imaginable. They also loved to role play. Tonight was one of those nights. 

Cathy had bought a little black dress with a low neck-line to show off what she felt was her best assets. She teased her hair and piled on her make up. She topped off her outfit with knee-high come-fuck-me boots. She purposely left off the underwear. Her tits were huge, but perky when unrestrained. Her nipples almost always showed her arousal, a feature Tom loved, even if other guys took notice of them. 

Cathy always had the fantasy of rough forced sex, not rape, or at least not completely. But, considering she was almost a nympho, sex was never forced with her. She looked herself over in the mirror then caught a cab to the bar. She'd been there about an hour when Tom showed up. He had a rugged little beard going on, a wife beater and jeans. She had already knocked back a few drinks when he came up and offered to buy her a drink. They introduced themselves as Noreen and Dave. 

Finally, Dave asked Noreen if she'd like to join him for a quick dance before he left. Noreen hesitated, but he grabbed her by the wrist and drug her out to the floor. It was a hard rock song the DJ was playing, but he grabbed her and pulled her body to his. He loved the feel of her tits pressed against his chest, and had his hands around her full hips. Cathy always got into her character very well, so she resisted his attempts to kiss her lips. When he grabbed her ass, her pussy was soaked, she could feel the cum leak down between her legs even as she feigned resistance. 

Dave whispered in her ear that he wanted a private dance from her. Again, she pretended to resist as he put his arm around her waste and led her towards the back of the bar. Even though she knew it was role-playing, she could feel the danger of the situation, her heart started racing. Dave lead her out the back door of the bar into the alley and then he pushed her back against the wall. 

She tried to turn her head but he grabbed her by the chin, forcing his tongue into her mouth before flipping her around, forcing her into the wall. She felt him raise her dress and the cool evening air cup her ass and pussy, suddenly making the cum on her thighs cold. She heard his zipper as she begged him not to do it. He roughly pushed his hands between her legs to part them, feeling her wetness. "Oh, you're a horney little slut, huh"? 

She felt her face against the brick wall as he pulled her hips out towards him. In one swift motion he was in her. She started begging for him to stop, he told her to shut up and enjoy it. Her pussy spasmed around his cock even though she was lost in her character. Dave reached around and freed one tit from her dress, squeezing her nipple, causing her sweet little pussy to explode. Noreen had stopped begging for him to stop and began enjoying the sensations of the cool air on her most private parts, the rough brick wall and the cock that was invading her. 

Suddenly she felt Dave's cock swell as his thrusting became harder, scraping her face on the wall. Between the pain in her face and the thrill of the situation she cried out, cumming with him. 

Tom turned Cathy around and kissed her face. He told her he was sorry for hurting her. She smiled at him and kissed him, thanking him for helping her live out another fantasy. They walked out of the alley, hand in hand, talking over their favorite part of the evening before catching a cab home.



Date Night



The evening started simple enough. We meet for dinner at a quiet restaurant. You look stunning in a skirt; silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to hint at your cleavage, dark hose and heels. The waiter sits us down and I watch him give you the once over. I just smile to myself. You look at me quizzically and I just say "Nothing". 

After the waiter takes our drink orders we sit back and discuss what is going on with our lives. The hectic days had made us feel connected. After many tries and schedule changes we had finally arranged to get a night out with no responsibilities. 

I look over at you and realize how much I had missed being with you. I reach out with my hand and take yours in my hand. Your soft skin resting gently against my calloused hands. All during dinner as the wine flows and we unwind, my mind begins to wander. I begin to wonder what you are wearing under your skirt and blouse. My eyes keep dropping from your bright eyes to your breasts. My mind undressing you as I go. 

I imagine you lying on the bed hair spread out underneath you as I lie beside you slowly unbuttoning your blouse. 

"Whack" You hit me upside the head with your napkin. I snap out of my reverie and see you looking across the candle lit table at me. "What are you thinking about now?" You ask. I look at you, smile and say "You, in our bed, as I explore every inch of your body while I undress you so I can see what you have on underneath!" 

You blush at my comments and I just let out a laugh. 

A nice slow song comes on so I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor. I pull you close to me and you drop your head into my chest. We slowly move around the dance floor. As we move I slowly rock my crotch against you. You look up at me and smile. I lean down and kiss your lips, letting our tongues do a gentle dance. Enjoying the scent of your perfume as you push your body into mine. My body just soaks up the sensation of the way your body folds and molds into mine. Your arms wrapped around me as I hold you tight. I feel you work your leg so one of my legs is now between yours, every so often you step tight forcing your crotch onto my thigh. My hand works hand begins to run up and down your thigh and across your ass. I can now tell that you have garters and stocking on under your skirt. As we dance, I look into your dancing eyes, watching you breath, hoping to catch a quick glance down the front of your blouse. 

After the dance as we head back to our table you slow down and I walk up right behind you. I feel your hand behind you as it grabs at my hardening cock. Then your hand leaves me! As we get back to the table you grab your purse and tell me that you need to head to the ladies room. I sit down, order us some more wine and just relax, enjoying the sights and smells of seeing you looking so good! After a few minutes you return with a little grin on your face. I ask you what is up and you say "Nothing" and smile back at me.

We share a dessert and after paying the bill we head out to the car. As I put away my wallet you take my hand in yours. I feel something in it. I look down and as I begin to open my hand I realize what it is. You have taken off your panties!

As I open your door you push me against the car and you raise your lips to mine. As my tongue invades your mouth, your hand wanders down to my crotch. As I kiss you deeper, your hand massages my cock more and more! You push your crotch against my hard cock for a minute and then you break the kiss. As you slide into your seat I watch your skirt slide up across your stockings showing off more of your legs. By the time I have walked around to my side of the car and slide in I see that your skirt is hiked up so that I can see your smooth thighs and the garters holding up your stockings! As I climb into my seat you lean over and give me another kiss and let your hand wander back into my lap. My free hand runs up your thigh across your belly to your breast. I let my hand rest gently on it as our tongues intertwine. I feel you pushing your breast against my hand as we continue to kiss. Finally I break the kiss and start the car. 

After leaving the lot, I look over and notice that I can see more of the smooth flesh of your cleavage. As I drive down the road I keep glancing over and I see one of your hands resting on your thigh. The farther I drive the higher up your thigh it seems to move. At a stoplight I look over at you and bend over and give me another kiss. Your hand wanders into my lap and rests on my cock. It starts to harden again as you lightly squeeze it. As the light turns green you break the kiss and I look down. I can see all the way down your blouse, your breasts being held by a satin bra with the tops just begging to be kissed and nibbled on. 

As you lean back in your seat I glance over again and I see you sliding your hand farther up between your legs. I return back to concentrating on the traffic. The next thing I feel is your finger sliding across my lips. Your finger is wet and I can smell your excitement on it. I let my mouth open up and you slide your finger between my lips. My tongue runs all across your finger trying to get all the juices from it as you slide it in and out of my mouth. 

Finally, we arrive home. 

You head for the kitchen to get us a bottle of wine, while I get the fireplace going. Once you return, we sit down and just watch the fire burn. You curl up next to me so my arm is across your shoulder and your head is resting against my shoulder. I can feel your lips as you begin to nibble lightly at my neck. Just quick fleeting pecks. Your lips leaving little hot spots on my neck. As you get closer to my face, I turn and pull you to me, pushing my tongue between your lips. Pulling your body tight to mine. My hands run through your soft hair. Pulling it away from your neck. My lips begin to work their way down across your cheek, back to your ear, leaving a hot trail as they go. 

I roll onto my back on the couch and you roll with me so you are now lying across my chest. My mouth continues to explore the nape of your neck as my hands run up and down along your stockings, your thighs, your skirt and across the back of your silk blouse. You push yourself into me. I can feel the heat rising between us. Your hot breath is running across my neck as my tongue continues to taste all the skin on the nape of your neck. My hands begin to work their way down your back to your skirt again. I let them rest on your cheeks holding you tight against me. You can feel my hardness pressing against you. My hands begin to caress and squeeze your cheeks. You let out a low moan. I inhale deeply all the intoxicating aromas emanating from your body. My tongue works its way back to your lips. You let out another groan as you put your hands at my sides. Running them up and down my sides. Feeling me jump and squirm as you hit my ticklish spots.

I grab your hands and look at you as your eyes sparkle in the light of the fire! You have a mischievous grin on your face as I hold your hands tight and continue to kiss you. I then push you off me as I head off to grab a comforter for the floor. 

When I return, you have re-filled one of the glasses. You take the glass and let your mouth fill with the wine. I bring your lips to mine and you begin to share your wine with me. Our tongues do a little dance enveloped by the cold wine. I take you and lead you down to the floor and lie down next to you. The music is playing softly in the background as I slowly kiss my way down from your lips to the nape of your neck to the neckline of your blouse. My fingers slowly unbutton your blouse. As I spread the blouse open my tongue and lips kiss all the newly exposed flesh. Your hands run though my hair trying to force me to speed up. I grab your hands and hold them still as I let my lips continue to explore your soft skin. My hot breath hitting you in strong contrast to the relative coolness of my lips. 

I release your hands so I can unbutton your blouse some more. As I pull it open wider exposing your bra, my lips explore the swell of your breasts. You let out little moans as my tongue and lips get closer and closer to the edges of your bra. Your hands move back to my head again. Trying to get me to speed up. I take your hands again and hold them over your head as I explore your breast some more. Finally I move down and finish unbuttoning your blouse. My tongue kissing and licking and sliding all over you belly. You jump when I let my tongue slide into your belly button. As I kiss my way back up your belly I begin to remove your blouse. You raise your back and arms as we pull it off together. My face nestled in the valley between your breasts. You can feel my hot breath on your skin. 

I unsnap your bra and let it fall away, freeing your breasts and exposing your hard nipples, which are just begging to be touched. I gently lower my lips to your breasts and let them rest next your nipples. I begin to trace circles around your nipples with my tongue. My breath hits your nipples but nothing else. You feel me switch from nipple to nipple. They get harder and harder. One time as I begin to blow across your nipples you grab my head and attempt to force my lips and mouth onto it. I fight back, grab your hands and tell you "NO!, Not until I am good and ready!" You look at me and Sit up holding your hands with one hand as I begin to remove my tie with the other. 

You look at me like, what are you doing. I straddle your hips as I pull my tie loose. I then take your hands and begin to loop the tie around them. A look of shock/excitement crosses your face as you feel my tie wrap around your wrists. Not to tight but enough to hold them out of the way. Removing some of your mobility. As I push your hands back over your head, I remind you not to move your hands as I kiss your lips and your face. Working my way down your neck, between the valley of your breasts and across your belly button. You arch your back hoping to feel my lips on you nipples. I just slide right on by. 

You feel my hands running up and down your thighs and under your skirt, across your stockings and onto your bare thighs. You spread your legs wider and wider as my hands go higher and higher. As I kiss my way down your belly, I unzip your skirt and begin to pull it down over your legs. You raise your ass to let me get the skirt pulled down. As my hands pass along your cheeks I give them a hard playful squeeze. You let out a groan as my tongue works across your belly again and the skirt slides down across your nylons. As the skirt gets down to your ankles my tongue runs across the top of your pubic hair and along one leg. I can feel the heat and smell the excitement coming from between your legs. I kiss the bare flesh above your stocking and continue to kiss my way down to your toes. 

You keep your tied hands above your head. I can hear you moaning and begging me to kiss your wet pussy. I just smile and continue my exploration of your body. Once I get to the bottom of one foot, I switch legs and begin to work my way back up. Your legs are thrashing, your breathing is slightly ragged and you are cursing me lightly under your breath as I slowwwly work my way back up your leg with my lips and tongue. My hands rubbing across your nylons and the bare skin of your thighs and playing with your pubic hair as my lips begin the slow trek back up your body. As my lips near the top of your nylons I pause. I then reach down with my hands, slowly unsnap each garter and begin to gently roll the nylon down your leg. I let my tongue trace a trail right behind the stocking as it exposed more and more flesh. As my tongue gets to your toes and the stocking is pulled off I move to the top of your other stocking and repeat the process.

After both stockings are removed I sit back between your legs and admire your body. Your garter straps framing your wet pussy, your hard nipples sitting on top of your breasts that are rising and falling with each breath. As I look at your body an idea crosses my mind. I take your blouse and cover your face with it and tell you to not move. I just put my finger to your lips as you try and start to ask a question. I roll the cover on you to make sure you don't get cold. 

You hear me walk away, you are to excited so you bring your hands down between your legs. Your body quivers as you try and work a finger up and down your wet lips and across your hard clit. You use the tie around your wrists to help put pressure on your clit as your finger strain to slide into you. You soon just start to hump your wrist and the tie around them. Your breath becoming more ragged. Your nipples getting hard as you arms rub across your breasts. 

Then as you begin to get close to your orgasm you are shaken from your reverie by my touch as I grab your wrists and put them back above your head. I straddle your chest and push your arms over your head again as I pull your blouse up just enough to expose your mouth. You can feel my silk boxers rubbing against the underside of your breasts. I lower my lips to your and it feels like you are trying to inhale my tongue. I break the kiss and tell you to keep your hands still. I take the blouse from your face and I kiss the small beads of sweat from your forehead. I then take scarf and cover your eyes. After the scarf is in place you feel me climb off of you and I tie your hands to the legs of the couch. Now you tug and realize that you can't move your hands even if you wanted.

You then feel me move down between your legs and slide a pillow under your butt. Pushing your hot wet pussy up into the air. Next you feel something cool and metallic against your skin. You hear a swish and realize that I have the scissors and that I am cutting your pubic hair. You begin to complain but I run a finger through your wet lower lips and place it on your upper lips to hush you again. You run your tongue all over my finger tasting yourself off of my finger.

I then move back between your legs and take a wet washcloth and wipe down your pubic area and your lips. I let my finger run up and down between them teasing your clit a little bit as I go. You let out another moan. You hear the hiss of the shaving cream and you jump a bit as I work the cool gel all around your pussy and your pubic bone. I let my other finger play between your lips, as the shaving cream covered fingers make sure I have gotten all the hair.

After I am happy with the results I remove my finger from between your lips, wash my hands and move up to give you another kiss. You can feel my hot and hard but soft cock resting on your thigh. You raise your thigh putting pressure on my cock and I let out a moan into your mouth. Your tongue invades my mouth trying desperately to keep me busy and horny enough to stop with the shaving and just start fucking you. I finally break the kiss, and begin to kiss my way back into position. 

Finally I pick up the new razor, remind you not to move and I begin to gently remove your hair. Slowly, gently, swipe-by-swipe, I expose your soft smooth skin. As I get closer to your lips I remind you to stay still. I then began the process of clearing the areas around your wet lips. I can see, smell and feel your excitement. I can hear you moaning quietly begging me to hurry. I just smile and continue to work diligently and carefully to make sure I don't hurt you. 

Finally I sit back and admire my work. I take a warm washcloth and wipe down all the stray cream and rinse you off. After you are rinsed clean, you feel my tongue start at the bottom of your pussy lips and begin to lick up. Slow languid movements, as I check to make sure I did a thorough job. I can hear you pulling on your bonds. Your voice is begging me to fuck you. Your breathing is coming in shallow breaths. Your hips are gyrating, trying to get my tongue onto your hard clit. I just continue to take my time. Finally when I have decided that you are indeed very smooth and my face is covered in your juices I slide back up your body. My cock resting against your now barren pussy as I lower my wet lips to your tongue. You run your tongue across my lips and into my mouth tasting your excitement again. 

My hips begun to slide my cock up and down your lips as your tongue and mine are intertwined. You are pushing your hips hard against mine. Forcing your clit to press against the shaft of my dripping cock. You begin to beg me to fuck you. I reach out and pull away your blindfold. There is pure unadulterated lust in your eyes. You look at me and say "FUCK ME HARD NOW!" I continue to let my shaft run up and down your lips as I reach out to grab a bottle. 

You look up and see me pick up a bottle of massage oil. You just groan at me and tell me to stop teasing you. I take some of the oil my hands, warm it and begin to work it into your skin. I start at your feet, Slowly working my way up your body. You struggle against your bonds, begging me, promising me anything if I would just stop and stuff my hard cock in your hot wet pussy. I just smile at you, give you a kiss and continue with my massage. I watch you close your eyes as I get closer and closer to your pussy. Your eyes open wide when I skip over the apex of your legs and I begin to pour some oil on your stomach. I work that in, letting some of it run down across your pussy. My hands move up to your breasts, working all around the curves, but avoiding your nipples. Causing you to curse me again! You can feel my hard cock resting against your thigh again. My thighs holding your thighs wide open as I work the oil up into your shoulders and across your arms. 

Finally I work my way back down to your nipples. I grab some more oil and dribble some on your hot pussy. I let one hand begin to run across both of your nipples while the other works down across your slick belly to your now smooth pussy. You let out a groan as my finger begins to trace up and down your lips. Slowly separating them. Your wetness just sitting there begging to be licked up. You feel your nipples getting pinched, and stroked and caressed. This just causes your pussy to get wetter and wetter. I slide a finger in and you let out another groan. As I pinch your nipple again I let a finger slide down to your ass. You raise your hips slightly and my finger quickly disappears into your ass. You can feel the fingers bumping into each other. As I move that hand back and forth, I lower my mouth to your nipples, sucking and biting one as my hand caresses the other. I keep on switching back and forth as I work to keep them both nice and hard!

Finally I pull my mouth away from your nipples and slowly pull my fingers from you. You let out a moan and look at me like you are ready to explode. I straddle your hips, lay my chest across yours and begin to kiss you as I use my hands to untie you. Our chests rubbing together. First one hand is free then the second.

Once your hands are untied, you immediately grab my face and kiss me hard. You break that kiss and roll me onto my back. As I look up at you, you reach back and grab a hold of my cock. You hold it poised at the entrance as my hands work up your body to your breasts. I take them between my hands and begin to gently squeeze them. My fingers getting closer and closer to your nipples as I watch you slowly lower yourself onto my hard cock. I can hear your groans as I feel your tightness envelope me. My own breath begins to go ragged. After you are seated on my groin again you begin to rock your hips back and forth. Forcing my cock to slide in and out of you slowly and deeply. As we work into a rhythm you feel your orgasm building again. You look down at me and bring your nipples to my lips. I suck one into my mouth, my tongue runs all around it and then you feel my teeth begin to nibble on it. 

As I pull your body tight to mine, our heat so intertwined we are both sweating, not even noticing that the fire has died down. I roll you on your back again and kneel between your legs. I begin to work my cock deeper and harder into you. You beg me to fuck you harder. I brace my arms next to you and you reach out to grab my ass. Pulling me into you harder and harder. Forcing me deeper. My cock throbbing with each thrust. My teeth now nibbling on the nape of your neck. Your clit being brushed by my body every time I thrust into you. 




Date Night



My groans getting louder as I get closer your, your moans become louder in my ear. You continue to beg me to keep you filled up. I struggle to maintain my rhythm as we rock our hips in Unison. You feel me begin to throb again. You begin to squeeze my shaft with your pussy. You beg me to fill you up. 

I let out a groan and thrust one final time deep into you. My moan fills your ear as I shoot my load deep into you. As you feel me begin to shoot you let out a moan yourself and begin to spasm around my cock. Your pussy squeezing my cock hard, working all the cum out of it. I continue to stroke in and out riding along your wave of an orgasm. We are both panting into each other's ears. I pull my face from your shoulder and gently kiss your lips, licking up little beads of sweat from above your lips.  

Your hands are running all across my back and ass as we slowly recover. Both trying to regain our breath and get ourselves under control. You pull me tight to your body as I try and roll off, my soft cock gently sliding out. Finally you let me roll next to you and you immediately roll yourself into the crook of my arm. Your head slides up next to mine and you give me a soft gentle kiss. I pull the comforter over both of us. I look down into your bright, satisfied eyes and realize how much I had missed the times like this. 



Date Night



Note: These stories are written by cc for ls. We are in a long distance relationship and use these stories to explore sexual ideas that we can't explore directly. Sexy clothes and outdoor sex. LS was happy as I read this to her. Any feedback will be viewed by both of us. Enjoy!

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"Hey sweetie! Can you come look at something?"

I was waiting out in the living room as you got ready for our night out. "Sure," I call as I stand up and start walking to the bedroom.

I enter the bedroom and get as far as "Wha..." before my jaw drops open.

There you stand, your left hand high on the door frame of the closet, you right hand on your hip. You are wearing a sexy bra and panty set. The bra more of a corset, shaping your waist and accentuating your breasts. Your legs encased in thigh high stockings and 10 cm peep toe pumps on your feet. 

No matter how often I see you dressed (or undressed) like this it always makes my heart beat a bit faster.

"I just wanted to make sure you knew it was going to be your lucky night!" you say with a wicked smile on your lips. "Know you go wait just a few more minutes and I'll be right out", you continue. You lick your lips as you wait for me to turn and head back to the front of the house.

Just a few minutes later you come out wearing some nice jeans and a fluffy white sweater. It's gotten cool, cold for you in fact. 

I help you into your coat and we're off.

We see some movie, a spy/action movie that we both had wanted to see. At least, I assume you see the movie. I only catch occasional scenes as visions of you flicker in front of my eyes. Well, that and the fact that you keep rubbing your hand up and down my thigh, occasionally just gripping my dick through my pants and keeping me hard the entire movie. 

We saw an early movie to avoid the local teen kids and now we're off to get a late dinner.

We go to Kona Grill, near the theater. The sushi is good and we share a roll before we get our main dishes. We have fun feeding each other the sushi as we talk and wait for the main dishes to come out.

Again, I think I enjoyed the meal, but was highly distracted again. Since we are sitting across from each other you slip off one of your beautiful high heels and rub your foot into my crotch. 

I try to limit how much you affect me by grabbing your foot. I figure that maybe I can distract you a little as I start to massage your foot. And it works for a few minutes. I relax a little as I watch your eyes half close and your shoulders relax.

After a few minutes a smile crosses your lips and you bring your other foot up into my lap. I try to massage one foot with each hand, but you now have enough room to make sure that one foot is always rubbing my cock through my pants.

I'm more than a little distracted and you have to point to the waiter to get me to notice him asking if we want dessert. I looked up at him, smiled, and said that we have dessert waiting for us at home.

I pay the bill and we head out. 

"I want you to fuck me HARD when we get home!" you whisper in my ear as we walk to the car. I just smile, I don't think I'm going to be able to wait!

After you get in the car I lean over and put my hand on your thigh. Looking you in the eye I smile and say, "We're going to take a little detour!" Your eyes sparkle and you smile hugely. I lean in and give you a quick kiss, stand up and close your door.

Walking around the car, I quickly get in and start the car. Pulling out of the parking lot, I head a different route and take your hand in mine.

A few turns later and we're in a parking lot. I circle the building and we don't see any other cars or people. I head to a corner of the lot and park so that the car blocks us from the main section of the lot. The light in the corner is off as well, so while the other lights prevent it from being completely dark, it's not well lit either.

I jump out and run around the car. You've already opened the door and I pull you out. Holding you in my arms I lean you back against the car and kiss you deeply. You spread your legs slightly so that you have your legs on either side of 1 of mine and start to grind against me. 

Your arms around my neck, your hands in my hair. I move my arms so that they are under your jacket and I run one up the back of your sweater and grab your ass with the other.

After a few minutes of this I break the kiss. "I need to be IN you!" I say.

I spin you around and undo your jeans. Pushing them and your panties down you feel the cool air on your now very hot skin. You arch your back out and spread your legs as much as possible with your jeans around your knees. 

I squat down and lick your pussy. You're already very wet. "MMmmmm, dessert", I whisper and start to lick you from behind. You taste delicious and I lap at you like a dog. Letting my tongue flatten out and caress you in broad slow strokes.

Putting 1 hand on each of your ass cheeks I spread you wide and slowly tease you, like you've teases me all night. Broad licks from your clit to your asshole. Occasionally pausing you suck your clit or to tongue fuck you.

I pull back a bit and see you glisten in the pale light. A small trickle of juice runs down your thigh. I lick it up and resume tormenting you with my tongue.

Finally you give in and fiercely whisper, "Fuck me!"

Standing up and dropping my pants to my knees, I grab my cock and give it a couple of quick strokes. More out of habit, I've been hard all evening. 

Putting one hand on your lower back, I aim my cock at your pussy and rub the head over you a couple of times to gather a little lubrication. 

I push my cock low and start thrusting back and forth. I'm not in you yet, I'm just using my cock to run back and forth over your clit. I feel it's swollen

Then I put the head directly over your hole and start pushing. I don't ram it all at once, but I'm not slow or gentle. 

I ease in several cm and pull out. The next thrust I go a little deeper and then pull out. As I pull out you go from breathing heavy to panting.

On the third thrust I'm in all the way. You've been teasing me for hours it seems and I am beyond being gentle. A more basic, animal need is driving me. Like a race horse, my passion whips me to go faster!

You rest of your elbows on the car, your head on your forearms, your back arched out to receive me. Now that I'm in I grip your hips and start thrusting as hard and fast as I can go. Passion driving me on. 

You quickly get into the rhythm and start pushing back against me. You drop one hand and play with your clit. Your nails sometimes running down the underside of my cock as I pull out, then running back the other way as I thrust in. The feeling is an intense pleasure/pain. 

You are holding back, not wanting to come. You want this to go on forever. I'm thrusting as hard and fast as possible. Even in your high heels, each thrust pushes you up on your toes. The click-click of your heels hitting the ground each time sounds like a clock measuring time with our heavy breathing and moans.

I thrust in hard and you feel my hand in your hair. I pull your head back and lean over you, kissing you deeply. "Tell me what you want," I say.

Your eyes slightly glazed, you're close, if I can just keep thrusting you'll reach the orgasm you've wanted all day! "I want your come! Come for me!" you say back. You're voice waivers between a whisper and a plea.

Keeping my hair in your hair, pulling your head back slightly I resume thrusting. 

Pulling out so that the head is just pointed at your hole, thrusting in all the way so that my balls swing up over your clit. In and out, over and over.

My breathing growing more ragged, I feel my orgasm building. The tightness grows. You feel my cock swell, you know what's coming. The entire evening hits you... you've been aroused ever since you got dressed and now you feel it all, welling over you like a tidal wave. 

You feel the heat from the first bit of my come and it pushes you over the edge you've been riding for... how long? It doesn't matter. You join me in orgasm, moaning loudly, and wondering at some level if anyone can hear.

You feel my skin against your ass, the cool breeze on your thighs. Your stockings not providing any warmth, but feeling wonderful as the cool breeze blows through.

I pull you back, your back arching as much as possible to keep me in you, but I fall out, as I must. Wrapping my arms around you, one hand grabbing your too long ignored breast. You lean your head back and I kiss you deeply. 

Ignoring the mess in both our pants we button up and get back in the car. We pull out of the parking lot just as the security guard pulls in. Looking back you see him trying to wave us down, but he's not a police man and we just keep going. 

The End



Date Night



In the doorway of the big house, Dave stopped in his tracks and stared at the stunning sight in front of him...

Painted on "Daisy Dukes" wrapped low round her hips and ass were held together by a thick brown belt. Her thighs were golden tanned and muscular and her long shapely legs ended in delicate feet with red toenails capped in a simple black heel.

His eyes moved up her body. Her thick, long chestnut hair swirled down her back. Her bright blue eyes, perfect teeth and smile were stunning. The two-sizes "too-small" red-checkered sleeveless shirt was unbuttoned, with both halves pulled taunt and tied in a bow, barely held back her grapefruit sized breasts. 

At 40 she was hotter than ever, with a body any teenage temptress would have been proud of. 

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"Dave? Oh Dave! Are you listening? Hellooooo?"

Her words brought him out of his trance. As he stared at her, a drop of sweat from her neck trickled down the tight valley of cleavage before disappearing slowly between her large perfect juggs. He felt his cock grow as he watched the bead of moisture slide between those twin mounds of pleasure.

Nancy noticed the reaction immediately.

"Hi hon, I see you approve," she laughed in that sexy way of hers. "I'm glad you didn't forget our weekly date night!"

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What a wonderful idea," Dave said, settling deep into the seat of the Tahoe as Nancy slipped behind the steering wheel. 

"Being chauffeured? I never dreamed of it. I'll be the envy of all my friends."

"Of course you will, honey," Nancy said, putting the SUV in gear. "Now where should we go first? Charlie's?"

"Yeah! Sounds perfect!"

Charlie's was his favorite bar and tavern. And none of the people who worked there or frequented the saloon had ever met Nancy. Their eyes would pop out when they saw the wet dream walk in with him.

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"So you see, guys, when you've got life by the balls, you've got it by the balls!" Dave joked. Around the table, six of his casual friends laughed.

"And I've got life by the balls! You can believe that!"

"You sure as hell do!" One of the men said, casting Nancy a long, appreciative look. He was obviously excited by the amount of skin she was showing. His eyes followed the trail up her long legs to her tiny "daisy dukes" before admiring the way the two halves of her shirt strained to cradle her large perfect breasts, proudly displayed for all to see. 

All the men stared at Nancy's gorgeous stacked body.

Loving the attention she just smiled at the men, not saying anything as Dave bragged and told his stories. With every envious glance in her direction, she felt her hot sex grow moist. Knowing how much she was exciting the strange men was turning Nancy on big-time.

"Come on, she doesn't look like the kind of woman who'd do anything you said!" one of the strangers said loudly. But judging from the way his eyes were devouring her, Nancy suspected he was lying. 

"Not this sweet doll."

Nancy looked the man straight in the eyes and said in a steady, level voice. "That's where you're wrong. I'd do whatever he asked of me because that's the kind of girl I am -- and the kind of man he is."

She gave the men a knowing smile, turning to look each one of them in the eye as if to throw out a challenge. 

"Now, gentleman, if you still doubt me then I guess the only way to convince you is to show you," she said softly with a sexy smile. 

As she breathed deep, her chest rose and fell. With every eye staring, the men were transfixed, mesmerized by the sexy woman. She brought her right hand up from her lap and very lightly touched her nipple through her blouse. When the tingling nub prominently displayed itself through the thin fabric of her blouse, she heard the men gasp.

Glancing at them as she toyed with her hard nipple, she purred softly in an exaggerated southern drawl, "If you'd all be willing to follow us to the parking lot, I'm sure Dave and I can provide a show that you won't ever forget."

Nancy's hips were swinging in a slightly exaggerated fashion as she led the troop of men through the tavern and out the back door. She could feel the pussy-juice oozing to her cunt lips, getting her hot and wet and ready to take on Dave's big, hard fiery prick. Her erect nipples were rolling tautly inside her blouse with each step she took.

The parking lot of Charlie's had just enough light for everyone to see her. When the men surrounded her and she was reasonably hidden by cars on all sides, she turned to Dave and gave him a wanton smile. 

"How do you like these?" she asked softly, undoing the halves of the shirt to show off her big, creamy, pink-nippled tits. 

"Nice, huh?"

There was a collective moan from the crowd of horny men surrounding Nancy. She felt naughty! Real fucking naughty!

Unbuckling her belt and unsnapping her tight cut-off's, Nancy slipped her thumbs inside her tight-fitting panties. She brought them down slowly, first exposing just a few strands of her curly bush of cunt hair and then giving the men a full show of her bush.

Naked, she held her arms out wide so that they could appreciate her voluptuous naked body.

"She's fuckin' gorgeous!" one man shouted. 

"Look at them tits!" another exclaimed.

"What a fucking babe!" a third grunted.

They all shuffled a little closer.

Nancy slipped the tip of her middle finger between her cuntlips, rubbing her clit softly. Having the men watch her, their eyes baring into her voluptuous body, made her feel as horny as she had for a long time. She gently, slowly, finger-fucked herself with one hand and massaged her tits with the other, watching their jaws drop as she pinched her pink nipples.

A couple of men reached out for her but she easily swayed away from them, dancing slowly and shaking her curvaceous, voluptuous body for them. Laughing sexily, she rolled her tongue obscenely out of her mouth, licking her red lips to make them shine erotically. 

Sliding up to Dave, she reached boldly between his legs and cupped his half-hard cock and balls, squeezing them firmly.

"I'm going to turn you inside out," she hissed lustily. Her blue eyes were filled with the sizzling cock-hunger that consumed her. 

"That's what I'm going to do......right in front of all your friends!"

Shaking her body, showing the men her big, bouncing tits and her gorgeous heart shaped ass, Nancy turned it on for them hard. Most of the men were already sporting big bulges from their crotch as they stared at her naked body. 

One of the guys was bold enough to take out his big hard cock and stroked it right there and after a quick glance at Dave, Nancy danced close to the stranger. 

With a slow bump and grind she slowly swayed her naked body against his cockhead as he stroked it, aimed right at her tits. Kneeling quickly, looking around at all the staring faces, she smiled a naughty smile before she gave the stranger's big cock a long slow wet lick.

His grunt was almost drowned out by the murmured gasps from his watching friends. Every one of them wanted to be in his position.

She started at the base of his balls and slowly travelled up the veins on the fat shaft. One long lick took her all the way from the base to the bottom side of the shiny fat golf ball size cockhead. 

He moaned again, more loudly, begging her to suck his cock.

She shook her head. That would come later. Without warning she stood up and walked back to Dave, her eyes blazing with lust. 

Pushing him back against a car side, she knelt and with trembling hands she opened his slacks, pushed them down to the tops of his thighs and pulled out his big cock and balls. Grabbing his prick by the shaft, her need was such that she began to jerk it, almost violently.

"I'm going to drain you dry!" she hissed.

The tingling in her cunt was strong, demanding that she get fucked. Being watched only added to her exhilaration.

The men crowded closer to Nancy as she stroked Dave's cock. Looking around at the staring faces she leaned in and kissed the tip with a loud wet smack, purring softly, rubbing the fat cock head all around her cheeks.

"Want a blow-job, stud? Huh?"

Dave tried to speak but couldn't. He licked his lips, but his tongue felt bone-dry. Finally he nodded, his heart pounding in his chest, unable to believe how much Nancy was getting off from this exhibitionistic show.

Her mouth was salivating as she stroked Dave's prick. The contact of his cockhead against her cheeks, lips and nose was electrifying, sending warm, erotic tingles throughout her body.

"I've just got to suck your cock!" the big-tittied wife purred, rubbing her nipples against Dave's bare thighs.

Standing quickly she bent over at the waist, her full tits swinging away from her body and her ripe firm heart shaped ass-cheeks proudly on display. Holding his cock by his throbbing, rigid shaft, she planted a series of warm, loud smacking kisses on his fat cockhead. Inhaling deeply, she could smell the musky aroma of Dave's cock and it turned her on even more. 

She could feel the eyes of the strange men watching her as she worked her wet lips over his meaty cock. Feeling the intensity of their lust made her tremble. She intended to give the men a show they'd never forget. 

Ever!

"I so LOVE cock!" she moaned loudly between wet, smacking licks.

Snaking out her tongue, she focused on Dave's large cock-head. She lapped at the fleshy crown, swirling her tongue around his prick tip, salivating freely from the masculine flavor. Continuing to lick and stroke Dave's cock, Nancy squatted at Dave's feet and dropped her left hand to her pussy and lightly touched her tingling cunt lips.

They were already hot and moist with pussy-juice.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned deeply as she once again stretched her sweet lips over his thick cockhead.

She took his meaty fuck-knob deep into her gorgeous mouth. She drew a strong vacuum on his prick tip, dancing her tongue around the crown of his cock as her cheeks squeezed in to surround it. 

Sucking hungrily, she spread her feet wider apart and shoved a finger deep into her cunt. She took over half of Dave's cock into her throat and began to bob her head up and down faster, the shiny wet shaft glowing in the dim light, visible for all the watchers to see.

A deathly quiet had fallen on the crowd as the watchers stood nearby, enthralled by the cock-hungry show the naked woman was giving. Eventually, she heard appreciative whispers as the men moved even closer.

"Fucking hell, she's incredible!" someone's voice said.

"Damn right I'm incredible!" Nancy thought with a toss of her long chestnut hair, as she chewed softly with her lips on the broad, throbbing shaft. His cockhead throbbed hotly against the roof of her mouth, his cock stretching her lips filling her mouth. 

Dave didn't feel in the least bit uncomfortable having his cock sucked with all of his friends around. Even as Nancy sucked and nibbled on his rod, he was picturing the stories in his mind -- all of them complimentary and envious -- that would be circulating about him before the evening was over. Pushing his fingers through Nancy's luxurious mane of hair, he guided her face up and down over his turgid prick, his cock being bathed in the warmth and moisture of her passionately sucking mouth.

Hot, slick pussy-juice trickled down Nancy's fingers and into her palm as she rubbed her cunt lips and clit. Trembling, moaning, it seemed to her that she'd never tasted anything as erotic as the cock she was now sucking. Knowing that she was turning on men she'd never seen before, men she'd never see again, added an unbelievably hot dimension to the eroticism that made her quiver with lust from head to toe.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, feeling his cockhead pulsing powerfully against her slithering tongue. She sucked passionately on his cockhead, thirsty to receive a reward of thick spurting cum.

Dave pumped his hips slowly, pushing and pulling the shaft of his red-hot cock between her tightly massaging lips. The feel of her probing tongue working over his cockhead tantalized his senses, making his cock grow to its full, jaw-gaping size.

Nancy dragged her lips back and forth over Dave's cockhead, her tongue in constant motion. She jammed two stiff, titillating fingers into her pussy, rubbing her tingling clit, spreading her cunt lips far apart. The pink, lust hardened nipples capping her big tits seemed like they were on fire and the big tittied hard body housewife wished she could have another mouth sucking on her fiery tit-tips while she enjoyed this big prick deep between her red lips.

She moaned in ecstasy around the hard cock in her face while she vigorously bobbed her head along its length. One of her hands was rolling Dave's balls between her fingers while her other was ploughing three fingers in and out of her pussy while she remained on her knees.

With her mouth filled with Dave's cock, Nancy heard one man say, "Why don't you fuck her, eh? Fuck her like she ain't ever been fucked before!"

A soft, throaty chuckle told Nancy that Dave didn't think it was such a bad idea. 

Pulling her fingers out of her cunt, she fondled his balls softly, rolling them between her moist fingers, hungry for the feel of his bone-hard prick to take the place in her pussy.

When she let his cockhead slip out of her mouth with a rather loud popping sound, she couldn't help but notice the moans of approval from the men gathered round. She was really getting into being watched.

Standing upright, her eyes glittering with the burning lust that sizzled through her veins, Nancy just stood there for a few moments to let the men admire her gorgeous bit tittied body. Turning away, she moaned softly as she leaned over the hood of a car, exposing the delicious ripe globes of her firm ass for all the men to see. 

"I want your cock inside me," she rasped to Dave, in a husky voice loud enough for all the men to hear. 

Nancy, wishing this was all being filmed, gave a little wiggle of her ass as she watched for their reaction as she moaned, "I've just got to have your big cock deep inside my pussy!" 

It was obvious she was ready to get fucked! Her cunt lips and clit tingled madly and her pussy-juice glistened in her curly bush of cunt hair.

The hot wife's big tits pressed against the cold metal of the car's hood and she moaned even louder than before, cradling her head in her forearms, anticipating taking Dave's thrusting prick deep into her pussy.

"Fuck me," she moaned loudly.

Her eyes opened narrowly so that she could watch some of the men moving even closer. The slapping sound of hands moving over cocks told her that at least a couple of the men couldn't resist the urge to whack themselves into bone hard erections.

Dave, his pants at the tops of his thighs and his monstrous cock standing straight out from his body, stepped up behind Nancy. He put one hand on her ass, his other hand guiding his throbbing, bullet-shaped cock head to the big-tittied woman's hot, juicy cunt lips.

"Fuck me, honey!" Nancy moaned loudly as she felt his big wet cockhead probing the entrance to her pussy.

She pressed her tits harder against the hood of the car, delighting in the coldness of the smooth metal surface. It was in such strong contrast to the heat in her pussy and made the touch of Dave's hot cockhead against her cunt lips that much more stimulating.

"Awwwwww!" Nancy groaned, making sure she did it loud enough so all the men could hear her pleasure.

Dave's massive prick forced her cunt lips wide apart, driving slowly but steadily into her pussy. He watched her gorgeous golden ass cheeks part slightly as his rigid cock pried her cunt lips apart, the knob of his prick disappearing into her pussy. He shoved a full third of his prick into her cunt before pulling back. With Nancy's cunt lips surrounding only the very end of his cockhead, he could see pussy-juice gleaming on the shank and knob of his unyielding prick. 

Trembling, spreading his feet a little wider apart so he had better balance, Dave shoved his cock into the beauty again, this time burying all of his big cock into her seething pussy.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah!" the lovers moaned in unison as his crotch mashed tightly into Nancy's incredible asscheeks, signifying to the crowd that he had given her all the cock he had to offer. 

Nancy trembled, rocking slightly back and forth as Dave began to pump his prick into her cunt with long, strong strokes. As though from far away, she could hear the strangers cheering, urging Dave on, telling him to fuck her harder. Knowing that she was being watched as her pussy got filled with Dave's fiery prick made her shiver with lust.

The underside of his big cock rubbed smoothly against her clit, sending passion sizzling through her veins. As she felt her cunt lips spreading and ovaling around the heavily veined shaft of Dave's prick, her knees bumped against the side of the car.

"You're so goddamned sexy!" Dave grunted.

He slid his hand up Nancy's back, beneath her unbuttoned shirt. Her skin was velvety smooth against his palm, making his cock throb hotly, powerfully. He rammed his cock into her pussy with extra force, and his tingling balls slapped against one of Nancy's thighs.

Nancy shook her ass a little, her voluptuous body trembling as Dave's cock pumped back and forth between her massaging cunt lips. Each time he drove the full length of his cock into her cunt, she felt the slow building pressure of pussy-juice inside her body. This is going to be one hell of an orgasm, she thought ecstatically. Oh, yeah! One fucking hell of an orgasm! 

Both of them were moaning and groaning as the wet sounds of their slapping bodies filled the corner of the parking lot on this hot summer night.

If anyone had been passing by, they wouldn't be able to resist heading over to see the source of all the naughty noise. And their fucking eyes would have popped out when they glimpsed the little x-rated show going on for all to see. 

For what seemed like a long time, Dave fucked the buxom wife steadily. Their sweaty bodies collided together noisily in the otherwise quiet dark corner. 

Nancy breathed rapidly through her open mouth as she wantonly imagined having a big hard prick to suck at the same time Dave reamed out her tight pussy. When he pushed an ebony lock of hair away from her cheek, then touched her lips, she quickly sucked a finger into her mouth. 

Rolling her tongue around his finger, bobbing her head up and down, she made sure it was clear that she was sucking on it like it was another big hard cock. 

As Dave's prick rolled back and forth in her juicy pussy, with exaggerated movements of her head, she stared at each man in turn and made sure all the guys watching knew exactly what she was thinking, needing. 

"Look at her! I'll bet she's wishin' she had a cock to suck!" 

It was the frustrated guy who had received the unfinished blow job!

"Not a chance, buddy boy! This one is mine! All mine!" Dave replied quickly, an undertone of a threat in his voice as he continued to plough his sizzling hot cock into Nancy's cunt. 

"She's all mine... and I'm not sharing her. The only cock she sucks is in her cunt right now!"

"Yeah, yeah! Sure thing, Dave," the man said very softly. "I didn't mean nothin' by it."

A soft, sultry smiled curled up on Nancy's luscious mouth. Being watched was such a fucking turn on! She gave her ass a little shake and tightened her cunt around his invading cock to let him know without words that she appreciated what he'd just said.

"Ohhhhh Guys, this has got to be the hottest, tightest pussy I've ever fucked! No kidding. Absolutely the greatest little pussy in the world!"

The moans and groans from the watching men intensified. 

Nancy sucked loudly on Dave's finger making all the men wish she would suck on their cocks at the same time she took his prick between her cunt lips. It was all so hot, so sexy for her. The underside of Dave's skewering prick kept rubbing against her lust-hardened clit, pushing her slowly closer to the brink of ecstasy.




Date Night



Taking his hand away from her sucking mouth, Dave placed both palms on Nancy's full, ripe hips. He looked down to watch his cock gliding back and forth between Nancy's ass cheeks, his sweat dripping onto her sun kissed skin making it shiny in the dim light.

Sliding his hands up to grip her tiny waist, he began to fuck harder. The smacking sounds of their sweaty bodies grew even louder and her big tits swung wildly as she pushed her ass back against Dave's pounding hips. 

"Oh yes!......Fu-Fuck me DAVE!" she exclaimed in pleasure as she stared at the men crowded around them. Just about every one of them had their cocks out into the open now and they were all jerking themselves.

The hot wife loved being watched.

Taunting the men, her tongue curled from her gasping mouth, "You like watching me get fucked don't you? You all wanna be next don't you? Huh?"

With both of their bodies glistening with sweat, Dave threw his hips forward until he slapped loudly against her round uplifted asscheeks. Nancy moaned loudly and made a squealing sound each time Dave's cock reamed out her cunt. The couple continued fucking like two animals in heat, rapidly working toward their hot climaxes.

Dave smiled at the men and paused.

With her cunt lips tightly surrounding the very base of his fuck shaft, Dave put on a show for their audience, slowly rubbing himself against Nancy's glorious golden asscheeks, working his prick around inside the gorgeous woman's tight wet pussy. 

Nancy' moaned loudly feeling Dave's prick throbbing deep in her pussy. Her nipples ached as she ground them into the cold steel of the car hood. She found herself grinding her hips back against Dave's teasing thrusts.

Finally finding strength deep within her, Nancy pushed herself back up off the car hood. Her large, sweaty breasts hung down heavily, swaying and bouncing with each smack of Dave's hips against hers. She hissed loudly as Dave reached around her to cup her big slick tits in his hands. Her pliant globes overflowed his grasping hands as he kneaded the sweat-slippery flesh with his fingers.

Another hissing sound, not from her, came from Nancy's left. 

She quickly opened her eyes and watched as long thick ropes of cum jumped from the head of the big cock to the side of her, the same cock she had teased with just one lick. His cum shower arched in the air and the thick jets of cum splattered onto the hood of the car, narrowly missing Nancy's gorgeous rocking body.

She smiled, pleased with herself that she could turn a man on so much with her exhibitionism.

"Fuck me!" she purred loudly for all the men to hear.

She was getting even more excited as she watched the cock stroking men getting close enough to splatter her naked body with their hot thick cum.

"Come on, fuck me! I need your cum...in...my..."

Twin jolts of erotic pleasure zapped through Nancy's breasts as Dave pinched her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulled her tits out taunt by the nipples.

"Harder! Harder!" she yelled.

Her body bucked backwards against Dave, putting on a final show for her aroused audience. It felt so incredibly naughty, so erotic, so forbidden for a married woman to do this with her lover in front of so many strangers.

Dave let go of Nancy's big tits and once again gripped her firm hips, both of them fucking as fast as possible trying to climax before their strength gave out.

An uncontrollable trembling started at the top of her head and travelled down her body like a tidal wave. When it hit her loins, she screamed out her passion as her orgasm overwhelmed her. 

Nancy hadn't really expected her climax to hit her so quickly, or with such force. 

Suddenly her eyes glazed over and she couldn't see a thing. Shivering, mashing her huge tits against the hood of the car, she gushed out her pussy-juice around the invading prick that spread her cunt lips so far apart.

"Awwwwwwwww!" the hot babe groaned, her knees quivering, knocking against the side of the car as she tried to stay upright on her aching legs.

Dave's strong hands dug deeply into her luscious ass cheeks, stopping her from falling. Her body trembled from head to toe, her knees shaking, her cunt contracting around the plundering cock. 

But he hadn't finished.

Dave continued to drive hard into her pussy. Each time Nancy's cunt got completely filled with his prick, a trickle of girl-cum oozed out to dribble down the insides of her shapely, naked thighs. His face was set in a grim, hard expression. Her sweet cunt was squeezing his invading prick tighter than ever, like a velvet glove, driving him wild with ecstasy. 

Howling loudly, Dave tossed his head back on his shoulders as he drove his cock into Nancy's cunt. Without warning, his balls suddenly erupted and he squirted thick streams of cum deep inside this gorgeous pussy, unable to control himself any longer.

"Arrrrggghhh!" he growled, jerking his hips in a frenzy.

Nancy had been right when she suspected she would cum hard. When she felt the hot load of cum deluge her pussy, it only served to intensify the spine-tingling ecstasy that was already going through her tight body.

"Awwwwww!" she groaned, gasping for air.

As his grip on her hips weakened, she felt herself slipping off the car, unable to find sufficient strength to keep herself bent over its hood the big-titted nympho slumped to the ground. 

Gasping for air as she turned her face up to Dave, the first thing she could see in the dim light was his big shiny cock. Unable to resist, she gripped the root in one hand and took him back into her mouth. The taste of her own pussy-juice and Dave's cum on his meaty cock head made her shudder with arousal.

All around her, she could hear men groaning as the sound of cum landed on the car hood and the tarred parking lot. 

Some covered her back, her tits, her cheeks and her hair. It turned her on all the more.

Gently massaging her nipples, she continued to suck on Dave's cock until all the men had fired out everything they had to offer.

It had certainly been some "date" night. 

************

Later that night.................

Luxuriating in the huge bubble bath at home, Nancy's hand teased her cunt lips as she recalled the wonderfully hot evening with Dave. 

Having sex with all those guys watching had been incredibly hot, and even the guilt she felt because Dave was the husband of her best friend, Kearstin, couldn't dampen her mood.

The sound of the phone disturbed her thoughts. There could be only one person calling at this hour...

"Hi Jeff honey! I know......I can't believe you're gonna be home in two whole days!"

Her hand found her clit as she listened to his voice.

"Yeah... no... I didn't go out tonight. No I'm a good girl. I just stayed here tonight. I was going to go out with Kearstin, but then she had to work late so I'm just taking a bubble bath."

Her legs spread wider and a grin split her face.

"Ok. I love you too. See you at the airport on Saturday! Bye."

THE END..............for now................



Date Night



We are swingers and have been for a while but we are not traditional swingers in the truest sense...if there is such a thing for swingers. We started swinging for the same reasons that most couples do..we love to fuck. Sharing fantasies in bed led to finding places to live them out. The experience did wonders to keep the spark alive in our marriage. But as I said, we are not traditional swingers. Our unique swinger style evolved from a deep desire to cheat on each other without fully cheating. We call it Date Night.

Date Night is pretty simple. We both have a few "friends" we maintain for those times we need to have a sexual experience outside of our marriage. We keep each other informed of our friends and each of us have the right to vote a member of the other's list "off the island" if we become uncomfortable with the relationship. Any emails that we write to our "friends" are always blind copied to each other. We get off on reading these very flirty and often dirty emails. Sometime we help each other craft them knowing what the other sex wants to read. The end result of these emails is to set up a date night. Date nights always end in sex; occasionally even in threesomes.

Dates usually start at a hotel's bar or a bar near a hotel. The night starts with one of us meeting our date for drinks. The other spouse would show up later and observe from nearby in the bar or sometimes joining the "couple" for drinks. The couple being Kay or I with our date for the night. After some time relaxing and flirty dialogue, the couple would then go to the room where they could do anything with the partner. But the bedroom portion of the date could only last one hour. The couple only had one hour to fuck before the other spouse would enter the room. This was our brand of swinging and we enjoyed the experience. It allowed us the freedom to enjoy pure sex with another person but culminate the event with our spouse.

The last date night was an incredible event. One that may never, could ever, be topped or relived again. It was my wife's turn for her date night. And it was with her favorite date, Jake. Jake was a nice guy and almost a friend to the family; as much as a friend you can have with a guy who is fucking your wife. The truth is I liked Jake and trusted him with my wife Kay. He was a bit shorter than me. He was in pretty good shape. I enjoyed watching him with Kay.

I know many of you are critical of a guy like me; a husband who not only allows his wife to fuck other men but enjoys it when she does. It is not because I am a closet gay; far from it. I am about a manly as a man there is. I have often been called ruggedly handsome and have led men in combat. To me Kay is a work of art. She is beautiful and when she makes love or has sex, it is like a living piece of art. To be able to step back and watch her as she becomes a vessel of pleasure; it is incredible. And it leaves me wanting her even more if that is possible.

Her date with Jake took place at one of the hotels we liked to visit. Kay got there early and checked in. She left a key for me at the front desk. As I finished up work, she dolled herself in the room. Some date nights she will allow me to help her get ready. Sometimes I would help shave her very beautiful pussy knowing that soon it would be violated by another man's cock. I would often give it a good luck kiss. I would help pick out her lingerie and clothes. I knew the look Kay would go for; outwardly mildly conservative but naughty/slutty under the cover. She would wear shorter skirts with slits that would hint at her thigh high stockings. She would wear lacy bras. Kay always made sure that the buttons on her blouse showed lace and cleavage. And cleavage she had; Kay was blessed with a great pair of breasts. She was a 36DD and with a thin waist and slender hips. She stood at 5' 8" without her heals. But that night Kay was alone as she prepared herself for the evening ahead. Being a sweetheart, she sent cell phone pictures of herself in various states of dress to tease me as I finished up at the office.

I took a shower at the office after I finished up work. I knew the timeline was tight and I would not be able to meet her before her date started. I liked that sometimes. I took the elevator down to street level and called a cab. Traffic was bad and it took a bit longer to get to the hotel. By the time I got there she was already at the bar. She texted me before she left the room letting me know that she was about to meet Jake. The rule for our dating was that once the date started we would not bother each other with distracting phone calls or messages.

I entered the hotel and checked at the desk. The young receptionist gave me the key to the room and took my bag so I could pick it up later. I made my way to the bar.

I saw Kay sitting at one of the small tables near the bar. She looked incredible. She wore a blouse that was cut almost to her naval. Her breasts must have been taped to stay inside without falling out. I chose a seat at the bar which allowed me to watch her. She was sitting next to Jake and the two were obviously cozy. Kay would lean into him brushing her breasts into his arm. As I drank my beer I glanced under the table and saw Kay's foot riding up Jake's leg. Her hand was resting on his thigh. This always arouses me. I know she must be stroking him.

She glanced around the room. She caught me looking at her. Kay didn't make a big deal of it. During the brief glance she gave me her famous "Mona Lisa" smile then she leaned into Jake and gave him a very passionate kiss. Although I couldn't see it, I am sure Jake's cock was getting some attention as well. God this woman drove me crazy. Watching her kiss Jake drove me wild. Jake's hand ran up Kay's arm and brushed her breasts as they kissed. I knew Kay was ready for a good fuck. It wouldn't be long until her hour started. She whispered into Jake's ear and I saw him wave to the waitress for the check.

The two stood up and strode out of the bar holding hands. Again she took my breath away. Her skirt was very short tonight and barely concealed her thigh high stockings. I noticed that as she walked out every guy and some of the girls in the bar watched her leave. She does that.

I could see the elevator in the lobby from my stool in the bar. As the doors closed on the two of them, I saw her hand go to his zipper. Lucky guy. I glanced at my watch and marked the time. It was almost 8:00 PM. One hour to kill... well one hour to kill for me. I was pretty sure the time would fly by for Kay and her date, Jake. I looked around the bar to see if there was any company to help me spend the time.

There were a couple of guys talking about football. I love football and joined the conversation. As we talked, my mind played out what was happening upstairs in the room. I was pretty sure that Kay's thong would be off before they got out of the elevator. But she would not rush to the bed. She normally liked to make an entrance. I could see Jake sitting on the edge of the bed as Kay stripped down to her lingerie in the bathroom. She wasn't one of those girls who got into tearing off clothes. Soon after her entrance she would get her lover's cock out and start sucking it. Kay loves sucking cock. Watching her give head is very arousing. All this played through my mind as I chatted with the bar crew and crowd. 

Glancing at the clock I saw that a half hour had passed already. I hoped that Kay was having a good time. I knew that it would end well for me. She was always wild at the after sex sex! I loved it when I would join her afterwards and smell the sex on her; see her glistening skin glowing from an evening of love making. She would ride me like a drug pumped porn star. My mind wandered to how I would find her when I went upstairs tonight. Would she still be wearing her lingerie or would she be naked in bed? Would she have tried to clean herself up? I am sure I knew the answer to that one. No. She knew how much I enjoyed seeing her sexed up.

Finally the hour was up. I settled my tab and made my way to the public restroom. I brushed my teeth and straightened up. I was eager to join my wife. 

I walked to the elevator and found my room key in my pocket. It was burning in my hand. My palms were sweaty. They were always sweaty when I joined her after a date.

As the elevator rose I thought of my lovely wife dropping to her knees and taking Jake's cock in her mouth in the very spot I was standing. I bet he ran his hands through her hair.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. I exited and saw the sign indicating the range of rooms where my room, our room was located. My knees shook a little as I made my way to the room. Soon I was standing outside the door. I wondered if Jake was still there with her as I swiped the ekey.

Nothing would have prepared me for what I found inside.

As the door opened, I first heard the voices... I mean the sounds. Sounds of grunting, sounds of fucking. It sounded like an orgy. Then I saw them. "Them" wasn't just Jake and Kay. "Them" was a group of people... not people, guys. The bedroom was full of men. There were three or four of them. And they were all naked and standing around the bed. My heart skipped. Where was Kay? Was she ok? Who were these guys? 

I walked into the room. One of the guys looked at me and said, "Hey, one more guy showed up! How many dudes did you invite over Jake? How many guys can this chick take?"

At this point I had entered the bedroom. There was my wife. Kay was on all fours on the bed. She was naked. Although it took me a second to recognize this because she was surrounded by men. There was a guy behind her fucking her from behind. His hands were on her hips and she was bucking back against him. There were two other guys at the end of the bed. One of them was Jake. Kay had his cock in her mouth. The other guy was stoking himself. It looked like Kay may have been alternating between the two of them.

Before I could say a word Jake saw me and quickly piped up, "Ian... glad you got my message. This broad was begging for a gang bang. And I knew you would totally get into this!" I looked down and saw Kay look back at me...a cock still in her mouth. Her eyes were sparking. I could see the excitement and recognition in them. In an instant I knew she was enjoying every second of this experience.

Then Kay switched to the other guy and started sucking his cock. Besides Jake and myself there were three other guys in the room. From the looks of them they had all had a chance to fuck Kay; to be with my wife. All of them had hard, wet cocks. 

Jake pulled away from Kay and told me to take his place. Without really thinking, I took off my shirt and unzipped my pants. I moved to the side of the bed near the head. I looked over and saw my wife almost gagging on a guy's huge dick while she was getting pounded from behind. 

The guy fucking Kay was picking up the pace. I knew he must me getting close. Kay absent mindedly moved over to me and started sucking on my surprising very hard dick. I looked at her face as it contorted. Then the guy fucking her climaxed. He slammed his cock deep into her. Kay's mouth came off me and I heard a deep groan. She was in ecstasy.

After a moment the guy now with a with a still stiff cock pulled out of her and moved away. One of the other guys standing behind the bed mounted Kay. I soon realized that the guys behind the bed were waiting to fuck her. The guy who just finished came to the head of the bed with his cock still hard and cum on it. I was sure the cum on him was not just his alone. I pulled away and watched with amazement as Kay eagerly took the cock into her mouth cleaning it off.

Having been pushed away I removed the rest of my clothing. I went down and sucked on Kay's nipples. From this vantage point I could see the dick and balls of the guy slamming into Kay. I looked forward and watched her alternate between three cocks now. Someone else must have moved to the other side of her. Like a champ Kay kept pumping her hips back meeting each stroke. I continued to watch. I saw the guy's balls tighten. Then I saw it. I saw her tighten up as he shot a load into her cunt. I was amazed to see her wiggle her hips as she got every bit out of it. Then the guy pulled out and I saw a stream of cum run down her leg. I noticed that there were many streaks already on her legs from previous fucks.

I stood back up and watched as the man who just finished moved forward to have his dick cleaned. As I stood back Kay pulled off and rolled on her back. Without looking down she lifted her legs spreading them allowing another guy to enter her sopping wet cunt. And it only took a moment before the next guy was there.

Jake winked at me as he straddle Kay's chest. He placed his dick between her tits and started tittie fucking her. Kay took two other cocks in her mouth. I watched my wife take these men like a pro. The guy now between my wife's beautiful thighs rested them against his chest as he plunged himself into her. I watched as Jake tittie fucked her while she sucked two guys. The last guy was standing on the other side of the bed getting hard again.

It didn't take long for the guy fucking Kay's pussy to cum. He must have been working himself for a while. Now it was my turn. I grabbed her legs and looked down. Her pussy was stretched out and cum was oozing out. I was so horny I didn't care. I guided my cock inside of her. To my astonishment I still could feel her tighten around me. She felt well lubricated. I knew most of this was semen from the group. She couldn't see me. She had no idea that it was her husband fucking her. I grabbed her by her legs and pounded. It felt so good. I was looking at the back of Jake as he continued to tittie fuck Kay. I could get glimpses of Kay sucking cocks. The guy to the side of the bed was hard again.

Jake looked over his shoulder and told me to let him know when I was ready. I had no idea what he was thinking but I said ok. The thought of being part of a gang bang on my wife was too much. I was fucking hot and wanted to cum. I told Jake I was about to shoot. Jake told me to get to the side of the bed. He got off of her too. The guy who fucked her before me gently pulled her towards the edge of the bed. Her chest and face was now more towards the center of the bed.

For the first time I am sure that night, Kay didn't have a cock in her. Her eyes were glazed. If I didn't know better, I would swear she was high. Guys were either standing beside her or kneeling by her face.

Jake took charge and told everyone to aim for her face.

My outwardly, proper, conservative wife moaned out, "Yes, cum on my face. I want to fucking taste your cum. Let me have it all!" 

I couldn't believe my ears. My wife was talking like a total slut. It was hot.

I moaned as I shot my load. The streams of my jizz hit around her mouth but also striking her nose and neck. I was soon followed by the group. Each guy's stream hit Kay on her face and tits. When we were done it looked like someone had slimed her with a bucket of cum. We all stood there spent. Kay's tongue cleaned her lips. Her hands and fingers wiped her face off. She licked up every bit of cum she could. After a few minutes she seemed to come to herself. She smiled weakly. She thanked us for a great time but said that we had to leave before her husband showed up. Obviously she played along with Jake about me being one of the group.

The guys quickly dressed. It is amazing that sometimes guys can dress faster than they can strip. Kay just lay on the bed moaning and fingering herself.

I got dressed with the rest of them. The only one that knew I was the husband was Jake and it was clear he was keeping that to himself. The guys tricked out of the room. Jake and I were the last two to leave. We both gave Kay a kiss before we left. I told her I would be back after having a beer downstairs and getting my bag. Kay said to hurry back...that she wanted me to help her clean up and hear about the rest of her night. As I walked out of the room, I heard Kay have yet another orgasm as she fingered herself. I knew the night was not over.



Date Night



"Please. Please...don't stop," I begged, hot and desperate.

Right now, I thought as my mind raced, I'd give anything for the tongue that was buried deep in my pussy to send me over the edge. It was beyond skilled, having brought many girls before me to orgasm after orgasm with its quick flicks and expert movements. I moved my arms in an attempt to grab a fistful of hair, to pull that tongue further into me, only to remember that my wrists were bound to the wrought-iron bedposts above my head. I struggled against the restraints, but it was no use. I was completely helpless to use my hands. All I could do was press my knees gently together and beg profusely for that tongue not to shy away.

Finally, I felt a hot breath whisper. "You may come now," it said.

Let's back up a little.

Matt picked me up around 8 at my apartment for our date. He was so handsome, wearing dark jeans and a black button up shirt, his long sleeves rolled to slightly below his elbows. To be honest, I wanted to rip it right off of him as soon as I opened the door. Restraint, I told myself. Dinner's just a formality.

I unintentionally matched him, wearing a strapless black dress that fell just to the middle of my thighs. The dress didn't allow for a bra, which I assumed would be okay with Matt when he pulled it down over my hips later. I was, however, wearing a new black lace thong, one he hadn't seen before. A new pair of hot pink stilettos had arrived in the mail earlier that day and I was dying to wear them, given that they accentuated just how long and tanned my legs were. With the new shoes on my feet, I came just to eye level with Matt and he gave me a quick peck on the lips and extended his hand for me to take. We walked hand in hand to Matt's car, and he opened the door for me, ever so gentlemanly. I, on the other hand, wasn't feeling so ladylike, and I let my dress flutter up to my waist as I bent to sit in the passenger seat, revealing the virgin black lace. Matt only smiled as he shut my door.

The restaurant was crowded, which was to be expected on this Saturday night. Luckily, this happened to be a place that Matt frequented and he was able to get a reservation quite easily. We were seated in a quiet section on the place, and I took my seat across the table from my date.

"What are you in the mood for?" he asked, picking up his menu.

"Tonight," I started, "there's not much that I'm not in the mood for." I winked across the table and he smiled again, obviously on the same page as me already.

I suddenly had an idea. I excused myself to the ladies room, asking Matt to order me a glass of Riesling if our waiter or waitress made an appearance before I returned. I slipped into the bathroom and chose the largest stall. Once inside, I slipped out of my thong and tucked it into my purse for later.

When I returned to my date, a thin, red-haired waitress was standing over our table in what seemed like a deep conversation with Matt about the wine list. She was about my height and build. Pretty face, I thought.

"It was Riesling you wanted, right?" Matt spoke up. I nodded to the waitress and said, "I prefer sweet."

"I completely agree," she smiled back. "My name is Lexi, and I'll be taking care of you this evening. Are you ready to order?"

Matt and I ordered and ate, tossing back casual conversation along with some playful banter about his love of politics and my passion for music, neither of which the other fully understood nor particularly cared for. Between the two of us, we drank 7 glasses of wine. After about an hour, Lexi brought our bill in a small leather-bound folder. Matt and I both grabbed for it, but I was quicker. I opened the folder and pretended to glance over it, instead slipping my tiny black thong that I had concealed in my purse into the middle.

"Hmm. Maybe I should let you pay," I said playfully, handing the folder across the table to Matt. Smirking, he opened it and the thong slid out and into his lap. His expression tightened.

"Have you been sitting here this whole time with no panties on?" he asked firmly after a moment. I couldn't believe that he actually seemed pissed.

"Yes, I--I thought you'd like that," I replied, nervously shifting in my chair now.

Matt sat quiet for a moment, and I watched him cautiously. Finally, he quietly spoke. "I wish you had told me. I could have used that information to my advantage. Seems to me like you may have to be punished later." Then, he smirked.

I let out a sigh of relief, realizing he was only acting upset but transitioning into a sexy revelation for later. This only excited me more as he paid, then led me out of the restaurant.

It was still somewhat early, so we decided to check out a new bar downtown. I was surprised how crowded it was for only being just after 10, but then again it was the beginning of the spring season after an exceptionally long winter, and people were itching to get out of their houses and drum up excitement.

Inside, we ordered drinks and hit the dance floor. Matt kept his hands on my hips as I grinded my ass into him. I could feel his cock start to grow, which only brought a smile to my face. After a few songs, Matt needed a refill and headed to the bar, but I wasn't done dancing. I grabbed the arm of the nearest guy and turned him to face me. He was a little taller than me, hot, sporting a muscular build and wearing a tight blue tee-shirt and light jeans. He smiled at me and I returned the favor, letting him know that I wasn't looking for more than a dance. I thrust and rolled my hips slowly against his leg, and he pulled me closer by the small of my back. The stranger lifted my arms around his neck, then put his own arms around my waist. His hands moved up my back and he pulled me so my chest pressed against his. He, too, had a growing bulge in his pants that I was starting to feel against my pelvis. I glanced over his shoulder to Matt at the bar. He was watching me intently, a sly smile on his face, knowing that I was immensely enjoying turning on this stranger but going home with him. I slid my hands down the stranger's back, down to his ass, and gave a little squeeze, never taking my gaze away from Matt. The stranger responded with an ass-grab of his own, his hands creeping up my dress slightly. He pulled away and looked at me with a shocked face, realizing that I wasn't wearing panties. I only smiled and winked, then kissed him on the cheek before making my way to the bar. Matt slid his arm around my waist and kissed me, hard. When he pulled his mouth away from mine, he leaned close to my ear.

"I need to fuck you," he said. "Now."

The ride to Matt's place was the longest and most pleasurable it's ever been. As he drove, Matt slid one hand up my thigh under my dress. I was dripping with the anticipation of his fingers on me, but he stopped short of my wetness and squeezed my thigh instead. He repeated this several times, walking his fingers up my leg but stopping just short of my pussy before letting his fingertips trail back down toward my knee. I writhed in the seat, fighting for his fingers to touch me and relieve the burning, but he backed his hand away, resting it on my knee instead.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, a bit whiney and insanely frustrated now.

"Because you have a lesson to learn," he replied coldly, never taking his eyes off the road.

I'm not even sure how I made it through the front door. I clawed at Matt's shirt, damn near ripping the buttons off as I tore it from his body. His hands were all over me--up my dress, on my back, on my ass and breasts. His mouth was on mine, hard and needy. He parted my lips with his tongue and I wrestled him for control. His hands found the back of my head and he pulled me even closer to him. His kisses were wet and hot. And perfect.

We stumbled to the bedroom and onto the bed. I fought to undo Matt's jeans and he feverishly took on my dress's zipper. I couldn't wait to have him inside of me, and I reached to yank his pants off, but he grabbed both my wrists to stop me. His eyes flashed with a fury I hadn't seen before, and he reached behind the headboard to pull out a length of ribbon that had already been secured to the post. My own eyes grew wide with more desire than I can remember ever feeling, and I let him stretch my left arm to the post to be tied. Matt climbed on top of me and straddled my chest, tying my right arm to the other side of the headboard. I never took my eyes off of him. His cock was just inches from my mouth, but cloaked behind his jeans. Matt finished securing my wrists to his bed, then bent and brought his mouth to mine again. His kiss was slower, more passionate. Sweet, even.

Suddenly, Matt's hand found my neck. He leaned closer to the pillow. "You should have told me about the panties," he whispered as he tightened his grip slightly, roughly massaging my throat. My entire body arched under his weight and he kissed me again, this time much harder. He released his grip on my neck and moved his mouth to replace his hand, licking and nibbling as he worked his way down my chest. I was dying for him to touch me, for me to touch him, but I was helpless against the surprisingly strong ribbon that bound my hands. He slipped his hand under the pillow and pulled out a red velvet-lined blindfold. With one last hard kiss, Matt laid the blindfold across my eyes and tied it behind my head.

I was completely vulnerable and open--naked, shivering, and saturated from my own wetness. I felt Matt crawl off of the bed, then there was silence. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard him walk back in the room. I could feel him standing over me, staring at my body and drinking it all in. His lips found mine, and he stroked my breasts as he kissed me. I could taste the Cabernet he had at dinner on his lips. Then, a shocking cold. Matt had an ice cube in one hand, dragging it across my nipples, which responded by immediately getting hard. He lifted the cube from my skin and let the melting droplets fall to my stomach, then brought the cube back down to circle around my belly button. He massaged the ice into my hot skin, and the water dripped down my sides and onto the sheets. His lips found my breasts, and I pressed my chest toward him, feeding him my tits. He sucked my nipples in his mouth, first one, then the other. The hotness of his tongue was a stark contrast to the ice that had brushed them seconds before, and the sensation was incredible. In one quick motion, Matt was straddling me again, this time pressing his chest against mine. His mouth was once again all over my neck, his teeth nipping at my ears. He was completely naked now, and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my swollen clit. I raised my hips to meet his, trying to force him inside me, but he only pulled away. "No," he said sternly. "You have a while before you're ready for me." If this was torture now, I could only imagine what was to come. Matt let his hips rest on mine again, teasing my clit with the tip of his cock. I wanted to explode, thrusting against him with the little strength I had. "Not yet," was his only response.

"I don't know if I like this," I weakly muttered.

"You talk too much," he responded. Suddenly, Matt's weight lifted, and he repositioned himself with his legs on either side of my shoulders. I opened my mouth to protest, but was greeted instead by his cock on my tongue. I closed my lips around his member, and instinct took over. I've always loved sucking Matt's dick. The taste, the smell, everything about his manhood turned me on. My tongue worked around his shaft, and I took the entire length in my mouth. Matt's hands were lightly gripping the sides of my head, and he fucked my mouth slowly, enjoying each thrust like it was the first. I couldn't see him, but I had enough experience sucking him to know that his head was probably tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted slightly. I drew as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, sucking and licking with fervor. "That's good baby," he throatily whispered. Not being able to see his face drove me insane, but only made me suck harder. I could feel his body tense around me, and his grip on my head tightened. He came in a flood in my mouth, hot spurts going straight down my throat. I nearly choked as he didn't release his hold on me, only pushing harder into my mouth until he was completely drained. I swallowed all I could. I continued to lick and suck him until he pulled away from me, panting. He laid his head on my chest for a moment to catch his breath.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" I asked, still bound and blind.

Matt's head lifted, but he remained silent. Instead of answering, he once again disappeared from the room. I let out a sigh of frustration, wondering just how long he was planning on making me wait. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, desperate for relief between them and thankful that he hadn't tied them to the bed too. Another eternity passed, and footsteps once again made their way into the room. This time, they stopped at the end of the bed. "Let's get you ready," Matt said, and I felt him crawl onto the end of the bed. He brought his lips to the bottom of my right leg, kissing and licking up to my thigh. His hands once again stroked my stomach, and he traced the line of my hip bone. I shivered as he tickled the sensitive skin, raising my hips into the air when he backed off. His lips replaced his fingers, and he trailed his tongue across my stomach. Without warning, Matt pushed two fingers inside my dripping pussy, causing me to gasp out loud. He worked them in and out, slowly, while rubbing my clit with his thumb. I pushed myself as far as I could onto his hand, throwing my head back into the pillow and moaning loudly. I tugged at the ribbon, trying to free myself to touch my own breasts while Matt worked magic with his expert fingers, but it was no use. He bent his mouth over my mound, breathing hot breath on both my pussy and his hand. Then, as quick as he had inserted them, he removed his fingers, leaving me to grind my ass down onto the bed as if it would give me some release. He pushed my knees apart, and licked and kissed the inside of my thighs. Again, without warning, he plunged into me, this time with his hot tongue. I wanted to respond, wanted to say his name, but I couldn't speak, couldn't form words. Matt's tongue worked in and out of my hot little hole, sucking and nibbling and licking. All I could do was grind against his mouth and pray that he wouldn't stop. Just as I thought I would come, Matt pulled his face away and kissed my thighs again. He replaced his tongue with his fingers again and thrust them in and out of me, slow, tantalizingly slow. I sighed loudly, letting him know my mix of frustration and pleasure. He must have taken the hint, because his tongue was once again against my clit, licking and sucking. His tongue was genius, skilled. 

"Please. Please...don't stop," I begged, hot and desperate.

Finally, I felt a hot breath whisper. "You may come now," it said. It was Matt's voice, but he was in my ear, right next to my face. Confusion quickly set in as the hot tongue that worked on my pussy slowed slightly. Hands removed my blindfold, and I saw Matt standing naked next to the bed. My eyes darted towards my legs, which I quickly tried to shut when I saw Lexi's face smiling up at me, her lips glistening.

"Goddam it!" I yelled toward Matt. "You set me up!" He only smiled as he bent his lips to mine, but I turned my face away.

"Don't be a bitch," he huskily replied. "You were enjoying yourself. And Lexi."

"You were right about the sweet," Lexi said to Matt. "She's definitely got one of the sweetest pussies I've ever tasted."

Matt turned back to me. "Well baby," he started, "that's quite an honor. Lexi's eaten a lot of pussy. A lot."

I couldn't think, couldn't react. I could only let my head fall back on the pillow. I needed a minute, a minute that I wouldn't get.

Matt's mouth was on mine again, biting at my bottom lip. He sat on the bed next to me and and took my chin in his hand. "You'll love it," he instructed. "I know how incredible Lexi's mouth is. It's been on my cock many times."

I was furious, jealous, and insanely turned on. How could he do this to me? Shouldn't this have been a mutual agreement? And shouldn't we have picked someone new, together? Was I really that frenzied that I didn't know there was a different mouth, different hands on me? My mind was reeling, my head spinning. "Just kiss me," I said, knowing that I couldn't go anywhere because of my hands still being tied to the bed, and he obliged.

Lexi let out a small sigh of what seemed to be relief, and bent her mouth back to my pussy. She worked slower now, taking her time to lick all the way up my slit. I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn't help but watch her. Her red hair fell around my thighs now, and her fingers trickled across my hips and up my sides. I lifted myself to give her more, and she gladly lapped at me, sucking my clit in between her lips. Yes, she had definitely eaten a lot of pussy, and she was amazing at it. Her mouth was soft and her tongue warm as it explored every part of me. She looked up and met my gaze, then plunged her tongue into me. Then it hit. Wave after wave of pleasure and shame rode through me, as Lexi kept her tongue hard on my clit. It moved faster now, taking me over the edge as my own tongue found Matt's. I pressed down onto her mouth as hard as I could, shuddering violently before finally going completely limp.

I was exhausted, sweaty, and dripping with my own juices. Lexi kissed her way up my stomach and chest, resting her breasts against mine. She had a slim body, but curvy in just the right places. I could see it a little better now that she was naked on top of me. I didn't realize how beautiful and lusty she was in the restaurant earlier. She brought her lips to mine and kissed me softly. Matt had since moved off the bed and was starting to untie my wrists.

"I'll let you out of these on one condition," he said. "You must do as I say, every word of it."

I was exhausted and in no mood to argue, so I simply nodded. He motioned to Lexi, who moved herself up to straddle my chest. "Lexi likes a good tonguing from a hot woman," Matt said. Lexi's pussy was waving over my mouth. She was clean shaven, just like me, and she smelled fantastic. She was glistening with her own anticipation, and I could only wait for further instruction from Matt.

"Don't touch her yet," Matt ordered. "As much as I know you want to, don't you dare." I laid motionless with my arms by my sides, watching Lexi ride the air only inches from my lips. Her left, well-manicured hand squeezed one breast, while the other stroked her stomach. She slowly moved her right hand down over her navel and found her own clit. She made tiny circles with her fingers, grinding onto her hand just above my mouth. Beside me, I could see Matt watching my face, waiting for my reaction or possibly to see if I would disobey him and touch her. His hand was on his cock, stroking as he gazed at me. I smiled at him, then turned my eyes back to the beautiful pussy that was before my eyes.

I'm not sure how long Lexi touched herself over top of me, but I took it all in. I could see how incredibly wet she was getting, could hear it as she moved her fingers faster on her own pussy. She was moaning now too, eyes closed and licking her lips.

Finally, Matt gave the order. "Now." I reached up and took Lexi's hips in my hands, pulling her down to my mouth. She was on fire, ready to come at the touch of my tongue. I nipped at her awkwardly at first, since I had never licked a woman before, but it wasn't long before I was repeating the same motions on her as she had done to me. My tongue moved in and out of her, lapping up her juices. She pressed down on my face hard, arching her back and letting out the sexiest moans I'd ever heard. Keeping my tongue on her swelling clit, I pressed two fingers inside her. God, she was soaking wet. My fingers slid in and out of her with ease as she fucked my hand and face. She leaned back slightly and I glanced up. Her body was sparkling with sweat as I drank in all of her. She had magnificent breasts, and I had a wonderful view of them from underneath. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders now, and her head tossed from side to side as I continued to wantonly feast on her. In no time, she was grabbing for the headboard. Matt stopped touching himself and slid behind Lexi, taking her breasts in his hands. He leaned in close and whispered to her. "Don't come yet. I want to be inside her when she makes you come."




Date Night



Taking his verbal cues, Lexi slithered down my body, planting another kiss on my lips so she could taste herself on my tongue. She sucked it hungrily, savagely grabbing for my breasts with both hands. I kissed her back. I had no idea that a woman could desire me this much, and I was definitely returning the thought. Lexi rolled onto her back and I followed, positioning myself between her smooth thighs. Matt took his own position behind me, gently rubbing my ass with both hands and making certain he could see all of Lexi's body. I reached between my own legs and felt how incredibly wet I still was. My fingers were soon replaced with Matt's as he stroked me from behind. I reached up Lexi's body and took her breasts in my hands, slowly rolling her nipples between my fingertips. She arched her back and put her hands over mine, guiding them to exactly where she wanted to be touched. Very tenderly, I dragged my nails down her sides, which made her shiver and smile. With one last look, I kissed my way back down her stomach and let my tongue explore her yet again. Her pussy was hot and wet, just as mine had been when she was tasting me.

Not to be left out, Matt slowly pressed his waiting cock against my clit, teasing me with it again. I had to have him though and was in no shape to be tormented, so I pushed myself back against him hard and took his full length inside me. He let out an incredible groan and secured his hands on my hips. As I lapped up Lexi, Matt fucked me hard and slow. "This is a terrific view," he said with a smile. One of his hands fisted my hair, pressing my mouth harder onto Lexi's sweet hole. Her hips rose to meet me, and my hips thrust back to meet Matt. It was incredible--Matt's hard cock inside me, Lexi's smooth pussy in my mouth. The harder Matt thrust, the harder I sucked on Lexi's clit. She was the first to come, exploding into my mouth with her tangy juices. I eagerly continued sucking and licking as she came, making sure she was just as drained as I was when she preceded the favor. Matt was pushing into me wildly now, holding onto my hips for support as he released inside me, moaning. His voice was animalistic as he called out my name, which sent me over the edge. I tightened around him and came in my own series of shudders, moaning into Lexi's pussy as my own was taking a wonderful lashing from Matt's cock. Matt collapsed against my back and I collapsed against Lexi's legs, the three of us fighting for air. We were sweaty and slippery, exhausted and thirsty, but completely fulfilled. It was surreal, and I was almost afraid to move for fear that I had just made the whole scene up in my mind.

Matt excused himself from the room and brought back three bottles of water. Lexi had since gotten dressed and I had slipped under the sheets.

"Leaving so soon?" Matt asked.

"Yes," Lexi replied. "I don't want to impose on date night." She winked at me, kissed Matt on the cheek, then turned to leave.

Matt slid under the sheet next to me and pulled me to him. I laid my head on his chest and he kissed the top of my head.

"Next time, can our play date have a huge cock?" I asked innocently.

Matt just laughed. "Of course."



Date Night



Standing up grabbing our white floral print king size cotton sheet off of the bed Yvonne wraps it around her body, and as she wraps it around her body the morning light in the room accents her lovely features. Yvonne is 32 years old, standing5' 7", with flawless silky smooth ashy white skin with some freckles on her upper back, mid shoulder length brunette hair, size 34 B breasts with a small areola, quarter sized nipples, who does not save her brown pussy hair, and whose pussy lips are average in size. Turning away from the bed, she walks out of the room and getting to the door she looks back saying in her soft playful voice with big smile lighting up her face, "I am going to finish what we started last night." As she leaves the room, the feel of the cool morning spring air coming through the open window leaves me shivering. The shock of the cold air brings me out of my stupor but it not enough to get out of bed since I am eagerly waiting her return. In order for you to understand my reluctance of getting out of bed, it is important understanding the reason, which goes back to last night. Last night begins like any date night for us, involving going out for the evening to a movie then out for supper and depending on the time maybe out for drink before going home. Like many other couples, we use date night as a chance to reconnect and have the opportunity to put issues of daily life behind us. However, the last few weeks have been hectic for us and did not have as much time as we wanted for date night. This week our agreement was to meet at the movie theater early in order to maximize our time out. 

It was not until I was outside of the theater with Yvonne that I notice Yvonne wearing her short pleaded black skirt, her sheer silky white blouse, black tights, and her black heels. She looked stunning and her preparation for tonight left me wondering if something was up. Looking at I her being contemplating if I should make a comment like, "You looking you as though you are wanting some tonight." From previous experience, I know if my timing is off on a comment and it is taken the wrong way then it would upset the rest of the evening. Instead, I decide to see how the evening transpire and keep quiet, for now. 

After supper we took another cab to go out for drinks and on our way to the bar, Yvonne turn to me saying, "I noticed you were a bit shock at what I am wearing tonight. I chose this because I want to blow your mind tonight and wanted your imagination to run wild." Yvonne is right her look really blew my mind and it not long before it begin racing with all of the possibilities. However, it is not long before I extinguish the thought of what is possible tonight because from previous experience Yvonne likes to be a bit of tease by pushing the limit of making me think something is going to happen when it will not happen. Nonetheless, one idea remain with me, Yvonne wants to fulfill the fantasy of me watching while she fucks another guy. 

There have been a few opportunities in the past to make this fantasy real but Yvonne always gets "cold-feet" after taking a few steps towards going through with it. Nonetheless, since she is in a playful mood, I decide to somewhat push the boundary with her in order to gage where the boundary for tonight exist by saying, "Who knows, you might get lucky tonight." After saying that, I see Yvonne's eyes get wide like a kid on their birthday waiting to open up their presents. 

Usually after saying something like that to Yvonne, she usually respond with something that let me know that she is just teasing and bring me back to reality, such as "You are the only one I want to fuck tonight," or "I want to be faithful and would not do that." 

This time she did not respond with her typical reply and instead this time she coyly said, "Be careful for what you wish for because it might come true," after hearing that, I know tonight is going to be different. 

Getting out the cab, we enter the bar. Other than having a relaxing atmosphere and being a place that we frequent for the last five years there is nothing that makes it special. Walking in the music is playing loudly in the background, the lighting is dark, and the tables are several feet from the bar. The number of patrons for a Friday night is not as full as it usually is. As we begin to walk into together Yvonne turns to me saying, "Are you in the mood for some fun?" Yvonne's face shows both excitement and playfulness. 

Not sure how to respond I stop and cautiously ask, "What do you mean?" 

Grabbing my wrist and looking into my eyes she says, "I was thinking maybe we could try to fulfill our fantasy, are you up for it?" 

I had a 99% feeling I knew what she meant but if it is, I need to be 100% sure, which lead me to cautiously ask again, "What do you mean?" 

Lacking confidence in her reply because she was not sure how I respond, she says, "I was thinking, maybe I could go to the bar alone and you can watch from the distance." 

Grabbing my curiosity with that statement, I ask her to continue. "Once at the bar I can let a guy buy me a drink, flirt with him and you can watch. Then if he is interested you could introduce yourself and invite us to the table." 

Not needing much time to think I agreed by telling her, "I will let you go in first so it appears your are alone." It was about five minutes later that I enter and sitting at a table where I had a clear view of Yvonne. 

The table was actually a booth onside with two chairs opposite the booth, which is a good 40' to 50' from the bar with an unobstructed view. However, I was not certain if Yvonne can see me and decide not to call attention to myself by staring too much. Since it was not as full, as it normally is on Friday, Yvonne was not attracting the attention that she could attract and beginning to wonder if we left without another male, would she be willing to try again. Looking at the time, I figure I will give her another 10 minutes before saying it is not going to happen, tonight. As I was just about to give up Brad sits next to Yvonne. Brad, I would have to say is about 15 years Yvonne's senior. He is about 6'2" tall with primarily gray hair but does show some strands of black hair. His face is beginning to show some age with a few noticeable wrinkles around his eyes and forehead. Build wise he does have some muscle definition but is definitely not muscular. Oddly, I never took Yvonne to have an interest in older men as she tends to prefer people closer to her age. Nonetheless, observing them from a distance it is obvious that Brad is taking an immediate interest in Yvonne and Yvonne is reciprocating the interest. Not wanting to ruin anything that might be developing I decide it was best to see where things were going. 

While waiting to see if the interest continue, I begin contemplating my next step, which either involves playing dumb whereby apologizing to Yvonne for running late or being straightforward inviting Brad to the table. In order to get an idea of what direction I should take, I glance in their direction and observe their interaction. Yvonne has her body turned towards Brad with her chest out, and likewise Brad is facing her with his hand lightly resting on her inner thigh. Usually Yvonne does not let people get that close to her and if anyone invades her personal space, she will pull back from them. Seeing this, I know there is an interest in Brad and know my decision will dictate if things progress. Looking away from them in order not to attract attention, I contemplate what to do. At first, my intuition is leaning towards the former idea but hesitant about it. After thinking about it the difficulties that playing stupid will bring, I opt for the latter since Brad might already see me sitting here watching them from a distance. Moreover, if I opt for the former idea it could mean I turn-off Brad to the idea destroying everything up to this point. Time finally comes for me to go over there, standing up from the table I could feel my legs trembling, my heart racing, and my palms become sweaty from anticipating what may happen next. The walk over to them feels like a 15 minutes walk but the reality is it the walk only took a few seconds. 

At first neither Yvonne nor Brad notice me standing next to them. Yvonne must have caught a glimpse of me by saying, "Sorry I did not notice you standing there." 

"Not a problem... I see you are talking to someone," I said while looking at Brad. 

"This is my husband, George," says Yvonne. 

At first, he looks shocked and embarrassed until I say, "not to worry... I have been observing both of you from a distance, would you like to join Yvonne and myself at a table so, we can talk some more?" 

For a minute, Brad pulls back and sits straight indicating to me that he is a bit hesitant. Figuring out that he might be hesitant, I state to Brad, "join us for a drink and if after the drink you want to leave then feel free to leave." This seems to put Brad at ease and we walk over to the table. 

Once we arrive at the table Brad and Yvonne sit in the booth with me sitting opposite of them. Going through the typical social pleasantries, Brad's interest in Yvonne begins increasing. Yvonne is now sitting with her legs apart and Brad's hand is resting on her inner thigh. This time his hand is underneath her skirt on the outside of her pussy lips and Yvonne's face appearing flushed from where his hand is resting. A few moments later, Yvonne says she is going to the bathroom and as she does, she lightly touches my hand, looks at me, and smiles. Her silent gesture tells me she wants Brad and I figure it is time to move things forward. 

After she leaves and I am confident Yvonne is gone, I say to Brad, "Yvonne is quite interested in you and how would you like to come home with us?" 

Never having done this before I was not sure if Brad will oblige me or if this will ignite a furious reaction, the reaction he gave was not what I was expecting. He takes a few moments before responding with a quiet nervous, "yes." 

After hearing yes from Brad it takes the pressure off of me and I began feeling quite excited for what is about to happen. 

About a minute after Brad saying yes Yvonne returns and I say, "Hun, I invited Brad to join us for a nightcap at our place, hope you do not mind?" 

Her eyes became quite large and her face showing excitement as she said, "Silly, why would I mind? It will be fun having Brad over tonight," with that statement, we leave.

Cab arrives, both Brad and Yvonne sit in the back seat, and I decide I will sit in the front seat to see if anything interesting will happen. The cab pulls out of the parking lot and about five minutes from the house, while glancing in the driver's mirror, I see Brad putting his arm around Yvonne and with that hand, he is caressing Yvonne's breast. His other hand is under her skirt fingering her pussy and Yvonne was kissing his neck. As we were turning on the street to our house, I said to "Ok kids we are almost home, "and as I said that the cab pulls up to our house. 

I pay the driver and I began fumbling for the keys to let us inside of the house. Once we were all inside, I close the door, and Yvonne says, "I am going upstairs to change and hun' why don't pour some wine." 

After that, I direct Brad to the living room and tell him, "Make yourself comfortable, I will only be a moment." 

After pouring the wine for Brad and I, I enter the living room seeing Brad sitting on the couch and I sit on the chair opposite of Brad. Brad and I start talking about what Yvonne likes in bed. I explain to him that, "Yvonne likes a lot of attention and enjoys foreplay especially being eaten out. If you rush, she will not enjoy it but if you take time to please her, Yvonne's pussy when she cums will actually grab your cock, which could give you an incredible orgasm," Continuing to explain to him as he looks intently to me and I can tell he is getting horny by the noticeable erection protruding from his pants,"Even if you did not get her that far, she was relatively easy to please." 

He then ask if I minded if he fucked her first and I said, "I believe that is what she is expecting." This talk seems to help Bread relax and I could hear Yvonne moving about upstairs. 

Hearing her moving about upstairs, I know she was ready for us and I told Brad, "To put down you wine glass and follow me upstairs."

When we got to the top of the stairs, I open the door slowly and says to her, "I hope that you are ready," and entering the room I can only see the outline of her naked body, since she has the room lit with three large cylindrical shaped vanilla scented candles. 

The smell of the candles was a light mixture of vanilla combined with the smell of heated wax. She motions to Brad to join her on the bed and she then puts her hand up in a stop motion, signaling for me to wait. Yvonne says, "Not yet, I want you to watch and enjoy." Saying that, I know she is making a fantasy of ours come true and I became immediately hard. 

Watching, I could see Yvonne lying on her back with her legs spread in anticipation of what is to come and Brad placing his left knee in between Yvonne's legs and his right knee outside of Yvonne's leg. For the most part Brad was kneeling in front of Yvonne but was leaning a bit forward so that she could , him. Once she gets to his pants he stands up facing her, she rolls on her side towards to undo his pants and slides his pants with his underwear to the floor. Once they fell to the floor, the silhouette of Brad's six inches uncut cock is noticeable and once exposing his cock, Yvonne begins to suck it. 

Once Brad is on the bed, he begins kissing her neck as he worked his way down to her breasts. Brad starts sucking one of her nipples while caressing the other and rolling the other nipple around in his finger. Then, he begins slowly moving down her and as he did Yvonne quivers with pleasure and begins quietly moaning. Once he is near her pussy, he pauses and he first begin to stroke her inner thigh. As he does this, she began quivering a bit more and moaning a bit louder. Before fingering her pussy and rubbing her engulfed clit, he teases the outside of her pussy. He does this for a while bring her to brink and then pulling her from it. Then he begins to use his tongue to stimulate her clit as he continues to finger her. As he does this, it is apparent he is enjoying her wetness, enjoying her scent, and enjoying the slight sweet taste it can have. By this time, Yvonne is beginning to have small orgasms and beginning to yell, "This is fucking great, don't stop. Fuck me now..." Seeing her enjoy this made me even harder, I thought about joining them but there is something erotic about watching this. 

As Yvonne's body quivers from the enjoyment and my heightening arousal, I decide to walk over joining them. I stand at Yvonne's side where she grabs my hard cock and she begins stroking it as Brad begins eating her out. Yvonne began yelling out, "this is fucking incredible, both of you continue with what you are doing." 

I can see that Brad had some pre-cum on his cock by now and can tell from Yvonne's body posture that she was ready for a good fucking. When Yvonne is ready for a good fucking it means she is very aroused and as she gets closer to cumming her pussy grasps the hard cock like choking a snake before she cums for about 30 seconds. Since Brad never had that experience, I motion to him it is time for him to enter her otherwise she will cum and he will miss the experience. As he begins to slide into her, in a missionary position with him on top, I take a step back to watch. Sliding into her, I hear a wet sloshing like sound, which is usually made when Yvonne is wet when I enter her as we are about to have sex. 

Yvonne begins yelling, "fuck me... I want you to fuck me hard and don't stop even when I cum." 

By Yvonne saying that, Brad begins laying on top of her hugging her and as he hugs her, he pulls close to him. The pulling lifts her up slightly on the bed and he is thrusting slightly upwards. As he thrusts he begins feverishly fucking her telling her, "you are an incredible fuck, move faster!" 

After about three hard thrusts form him Yvonne yells out, "fucking yes...," and a few moments later she slightly arches her back indicating to me she is cumming hard. Brad continues a few more thrusts before he cums too. He lies on top of Yvonne for a few minutes until he goes soft and slides out of her. Finally, he rolls off her lying next to her on her left side.

I approach Yvonne on her right side, I can see that her pussy is red from her recent fucking by Brad, it is wide, still twitching, and cum is leaking out of her. The smell of cum, which I equate with smelling like ageing fish, and the smell of sweat, permeates the room. Finally, I stand by bed with Yvonne rolling towards me grabbing my cock and it does not take much before I cum over her chest. Feeling a great release, I join Brad and Yvonne on the bed lying on Yvonne's right side. We lie there for about an hour caressing and kissing Yvonne. Yvonne returns the attention to the both of us.

Brad asks if he can stay the night and Yvonne gets up to take him to the guest bedroom next to our bedroom. Yvonne does not immediately return and I can hear some talking. Once Brad settles in the bedroom Yvonne comes into the room to ask me, "Would you mind if I fuck Brad in the morning alone? I mean, you would be here in the house but not in the room. I really would like to have his cock one more time." 

I reply by saying, "Things so far have worked out great and if that is something you want to do I have no problem with it." The thought of her fucking Brad alone in the morning makes me hard and again this time she climbs on top of me. Once she is on top we went at like it was out first time and as she moves the bed creaked. After we both came again, she climbs down and we fall asleep. 

This brings me to the present, laying here naked and why I am not getting up. My reason, is I can hear the two of them fucking in the bedroom next to me with Yvonne loudly moaning and once Yvonne is done in there it will be my turn to have my fun. I do not know how long she will be but cannot wait until she comes back. What happens next, after she returns, is a story for another day.



Date Night



We arrived back at home, quite content from a lovely evening on the town. It was Date Night, and naturally we were coming home to finish the evening properly. I kissed my wife and pointed to the bedroom. She smiled coquettishly and turned, walking into the darkened room with an exaggerated sway of her hips. I watched her disappear through the doorway, then went to the kitchen, selecting a bottle of honey and a can of aerosol whipped cream. I turned off the light and followed.

My wife was standing in the middle of the room with the overhead lights out, facing me with a seductive look in her eye. But I had plans for this evening, so, ignoring her, I walked past her to the head of the bed, placing the honey and whipped cream on the nightstand. I turned off the light in the closet, which we leave on when we're out. In the darkness, I walked to the window and opened the blinds, allowing moonlight to filter into the room.

She had turned to face me and I motioned with my hand for her to turn back around. She did so, but her eyes lingered petulantly in a half-smile. Returning to the nightstand, I opened our special drawer and pulled out the long blindfold. Quietly, I walked up behind her and quickly wrapped the silk around her eyes, tying it securely over her beautiful black hair. 

My eyes wandered down her lithe frame, admiring her slim curves and the way her shimmering black dress hugged her perfect behind. The urge to grab her and ravish her rose like a tempest in my loins; her body could drive me wild in a heartbeat. But tonight was about restraint and control--both over myself and over her--so I allowed the reckless desire to spill through my body and out into the darkened room. Calm once more, I gently stepped out of my shoes, then leaned down and threw them loudly against the wall by the closet. The jarring noise made her jump, but she did not look over and I heard her exhale loudly from the sudden excitement. 

Barefoot I stepped around her, remaining as close as possible without touching her. I breathed with slight exaggeration to impart my proximity and movements. Standing before my beautiful wife, my eyes took in her elegant neck and shoulder, the lovely mounds of her breasts, the hint of her leg through the slit in the dress. This time I focused my rising urges into delicate movements as I methodically removed her bracelet, necklace, and earrings. I avoided touching her as much as possible, moving around her still frame to reach the small catches and backings. I backed away from her to the dresser, upon which I placed the jewelry piece by piece, the metal-on-mahogany ticking through the room. 

I undressed, not bothering to hide the sound of my belt or the rustle of my shirt and pants as they fell to the floor. I paused when I got to my underwear, debating nudity or restraint. Remembering my original intent and the difficulty I would face in holding my naked self in check when her nude form lay before my, I dropped my hands and faced her.

She radiated feminine sexuality from across the room: her backside was more prominently illuminated by the window, but the mirror on the far wall cast just enough light on her front to glitteringly reflect the outline of her breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing. Still, there was much to do before I would enjoy the pleasures of her body. 

The carpet muffled my soft footsteps as I slipped past her to the bed. Taking the comforter and sheets in hand, I violently yanked them off to the side, throwing them just behind her. The passing wind ruffled her hair and she rocked forward slightly in surprise, but quickly righted herself.

The cleared bed revealed my intentions, though she could not see it: straps criss-crossed the memory foam mattress in an X, awaiting a victim like a spiderweb. I untied the square knot in the middle, pulling back each strap to its respective corner.

Stealthily I walked up behind my wife, breathing slowly through my mouth. I waited a full minute, enjoying the tease and savoring the self-denial. Finally I leaned in and deeply inhaled the scent of her hair while simultaneously releasing the knot of her halter. The form-fitting dress clung to her body, but the long strings dangled down her back as I leaned around and exhaled down the side of her neck and shoulder. She gasped and turned her head toward me. Quickly I backed off, stepping around to her other side. 

Before she could relocate me I reached down and swept my arm behind her knees, catching her fall with my other arm. She gasped, then tightly wrapped her arms around my neck as I lifted her. Standing, I carried her to the side of the bed and gently placed her on the mattress. I lifted her head, sliding a pillow beneath it while sweeping her hair out to the sides. Ensuring the blindfold was secure, I moved down and straightened her dress, fussing over the hem until it was even.

Next, I took her arm and lay it above her head, leaning over and tying the far strap around her wrist, palm-up. I did the same on the other side so that her arms crossed above her head. Lovingly I scooped her hair over her shoulders and laid it down her body, long enough to cover the swell of her breasts in the manner of a classical painting. 

Kneeling at her side, I crossed my arms like hers and laid my fingertips on the upturned underside of her wrists. Slowly, my fingers began tracing down her body, from the wrists to the elbows, down her triceps to her shoulders, over the dress and down the sides of her breasts, along her belly and finally coming together at the top of her hip on the leg closest to me. Then they continued, down her thigh to the knee, dragging my fingernails along her shin and the side of her calf to her delicate ankle, where I placed the next strap. I did the same to her other leg, tracing down to her foot still wrapped in its strappy heel. The knots were tight, but there was enough give for her to bend her legs to the side if needed. 

I stepped off the bed and went over to the open drawer of the nightstand. I reached in and took out the other items I would require this evening, placing them beside the honey and whipped cream. The last item from the drawer was a pair of scissors, which I took with me to the foot of the bed.

The dress had been bought earlier today for this night and this night alone, though my wife did not know that yet. She believed it was a thoughtful gift, happily accepted and all the more so because I had requested she wear it tonight. In it, she was striking and beautiful and memorable as I knew she would be, a living fantasy of glittering sexuality. But to fully worship my wife as she deserves to be requires sacrifice, and while the dress was a marvelous creation, it was really only so because of the perfection beneath it. Thus, with its intended one-time purpose fulfilled, the destruction of this lesser beautiful thing would serve to elevate my wife's worth all the more. 

Kneeling between her legs, I lifted the hem and placed the scissors in the nock of the slit. Steadily I closed the blades, severing the material with a satisfying snip. My wife tensed, suddenly nervous of the metallic sound, but she relaxed as I slowly moved up her body, careful to never touch her skin with the cold metal. At the end, I carefully moved her hair out of the way, then cut the last strip of material under her arm. Her body was moving beneath me, breathing rhythmically but forcefully as her hips twisted back and forth gently and her arms flexed and lightly strained against the bonds. Beneath her hair and the loose halter straps of the dress I could see the aroused flush of her skin. 

I placed the scissors off to the side and stepped off the bed, realizing I was missing something. In my haste I had forgotten an essential part of my plan, and I chided myself as I quietly stole from the bedroom back to the kitchen, shutting the door behind me. With great care I filled a glass with ice and water, never making enough sound to carry through the door and give away my activities. Satisfied, I returned to the bedroom, pausing at the door to look upon my moonlit wife, tied to the bed and awaiting my attentions and devotion. She was waiting for me, writhing and almost primed for release, but that was still a long time coming; my gratitude and love, manifested in pleasuring her body, was not to be rushed, even by her.

I walked to the side of the bed, since the next part required access to her body with minimal contact. Grabbing the headboard for support, I leaned down above her hands and flicked my tongue across her fingertips, moving back and forth between her hands. Taking a sip of ice water, I slipped my mouth around her forefinger, sucking on it like a straw. I released it and went to her middle finger, then her ring finger, and finally her pinky. I did the same to the other hand, drinking the cold water and alternating between hot and cold as I sucked on her fingers. 

Next my lips and tongue brushed down the hairless underside of her forearms, one after the other, reinforced with cold drops of water. I kissed and nibbled down one arm while my fingers played on her skin around my mouth. When I reached her shoulder, I leaned back, carefully resting the cold glass atop the bone pressing up from inside her elbow. My tongue and fingers danced down her other arm as the cold condensation sweated down the glass, onto the cleft inside her elbow. I placed the glass on the nightstand again, warmly licking the water from her elbow as I reposition further down the side of the bed. Pressing one hand on her chest to keep her hair in place, I slid the lightweight material of her ruined dress from her torso. Pausing to gently lay her hair across her naturally flattened breasts, further tormenting myself by hiding her glorious body under nothing but her hair, I took the corners of the dress and laid it open on the bed beside her body, revealing her toned stomach and lacy thong, dark blue in the store this afternoon but black in the darkened room. Her legs quivered and flexed in the open air. 

Continuing my work, I swirled cold water just behind closed lips, cooling the flesh but keeping my tongue warm. I leaned forward and placed my lips high between her breasts and barely opened my mouth, letting the water dribble out and slide up between her collarbones around the base of her neck. She gasped sharply, and I quickly moved up and suckled her neck, the cold of my lips encircling my hot tongue as I lightly bruised the skin in my sudden assault. She moaned then, the first vocalized noise either of us had made since returning home.

I couldn't resist kissing her, knowing that she wanted it, too. Though brief, it was intense, and I strained to reign myself in. Stepping back from the bed I swapped the ice water for the honey. Nimbly I stepped onto the bed around her armstraps, kneeling above her head. 

I opened the honey and held it over her slightly agape mouth. The viscous fluid slowly gathered inertia and fell on her lips, which opened to accept the sweet offering. Soon her mouth closed in reflexive swallow, and I continued dribbling the honey on her lips, across her chin, down her throat to her chest. I lifted the bottle away as she giggled, then I leaned down and kissed her upside down, licking the honey from her lips. My tongue followed the sweet trail, swirling down her neck and on to her rising and falling chest. I took my time, savoring every flavor of her skin and the honey, making sure to leave nothing but my saliva on the line from her mouth to her cleavage. 

By the time I reached the end of the honey, I was up on all fours, my hand planted beside her, my face pressed between her breasts as I licked her perfectly clean chest. Slowly, as if suddenly realizing where I was, my efforts slowed, and I haltingly slid my lips from her sternum, brushing aside the first few strands of hair. Emboldened, I nudged a few more hairs out of the way, moving up the side of her breast. I could see the outline of her nipple poking up from the glossy strands. Baring my teeth, I moved over the bump in her hair and placed my teeth around it, pressing but not quite biting, holding it between my incisors for several of her panting breaths. I released the nipple and sat back on my haunches, closing the honey with my teeth and placing it beside her on the remains of the dress. I reached over and picked up the whipped cream, contemplating my next moves as I silently shook it. Progression to the next level would happen swiftly and required coordination. 

Leaning over her, I blew forcefully, spilling her hair over the side of her chest and freeing her nipple. As my hot breath still flew over her breast, I placed the nozzle of the whipped cream and pressed it, making a small circling motion to leave a dollop of shockingly cool whipped cream on the peak of her breast. 

A breathy "Oh!" escaped her, and before the sound faded my lips were on her nipple, lathering the cream around her breast and greedily licking it up. She moaned as I took the hardened nipple between my teeth again, this time nipping gently before swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin to soften the sharpness. I lavished attention on her breast, my mouth in constant motion as I circled the soft mound, returning continually to the sensitive tip. Her body moved beneath me and soon I felt her hands searching for me, sliding up and down my legs. Quickly I disengaged, leaning back and firmly pushing her hands into the mattress. I lightly slapped her cheek, barely enough to make a sound, but I pressed her arms down for emphasis. I was never harsh with her, but right now I demanded absolute obedience, really for her own benefit. She visibly calmed and looked properly chastened, though her body continued to slowly move and her breathing came heavily. 

My hand remained on her cheek, caressing the soft skin as I stared down at her semi-bare torso. One side lay open, the trail of my tongue glistening in the dim light; the other side remained tantalizingly hidden beneath her long hair. Absently I slipped a finger into her mouth. Eagerly she sucked on it, coating it with her saliva.

Still pressing her arms into the mattress, I withdrew my finger and deftly slid it beneath her hair to the nipple. My wet finger ringed the tender flesh as it hardened, transferring her saliva and adding a cooling sensation to my touch.

Gently I raised my hand, spilling her hair onto the bed. At last her breasts lay fully exposed. The struggle to remain in control thrummed the tendons in my neck; I fought my lust as I traced the areola with my fingertips. My lips curled back in a snarl as I quashed the vision of her mouth around my cock, welcoming me into her as I knew she wanted. My eyes narrowed and the snarl shifted into a broad smile as I pinched her nipple, her gasp a symbol of my infinitesimal advantage over her at this moment when her catastrophic sexuality threatened to overwhelm my discipline. I kissed her, fiercely, then broke off, pommeling off the bed and landing lightly on the carpet.

So far I had endeavored to stimulate her upper body, and now it was time to work from the bottom up. I knelt at the lower end of the bed and unstrapped her shoes. I had debated leaving them on her, since the heeled leg is so very sexy, but instead I decided to feed her foot fetish. 

Years before, in a haze of lust, my wife asked me to suck her toes. Her arousal had been transcendent; afterwards she had no recollection either of the request or the orgasm which followed. As a result, whenever I need to elevate my foreplay, I know where to go.

I started with a simple foot massage, trading sexuality for sensuality in order to shore up my rapid earlier advances. As I kneaded the soles and and arch and lightly pulled on her toes, her body subtly responded. Her breathing and heart rate slowed, and she stopped straining against the bonds. The flush on her chest, however, did not go away.

I worked for several minutes, moving up to her achilles tendon and calf. Deep sighs of pleasure could be heard from further up the bed as I pressed my knuckle along the nerve running outside the tibia. I continued down her ankle and across the top of her foot to the toes. 

Gently I pulled her big toe away from its neighbor and licked the cleft. Releasing the smaller toe, I took it into my mouth and sucked it like I had done to her fingers. Slowly I worked my way down to her pinky toe. She was squirming again--only a little, but tellingly.

Still, this was only her left foot; I had another one to work over. And so I did, repeating the process over the next ten minutes, finishing with enthusiastic toe-sucking that brought forth audible moans.

Having satisfied her pediphilia, my schemes returned to the sexual. Only one final tease remained: the ultra-sensitive inner thigh. No matter how careful or erotic my attentions are to the rest of her body, nothing I do elsewhere comes close to producing the reactions I get from teasing this portion of her magnificent body.

Still kneeling on the floor, I rested my torso on crossed arms and began softly kissing the inside of her knee. Inch by inch I moved up, kissing and dragging the tip of my tongue in a lazy, winding path up her thigh. Whatever sexual tension placed on hold from the massage came roaring back. Soon I had to free my arms and hold her legs in place as she tried to move lower on the bed or press her leg against my face to negate the tickling sensation. I would have none of it, pressing my weight on her leg and punishing her with ever more-delicate whispers of tongue across the skin as I inched closer to her pussy, whose heat I could feel from several inches away.

Resting on her leg, I limply dragged my fingernails up to her crotch, stopping just short of the pantyline. I held them there, perfectly still, as my tongue followed the path they had taken. As my tongue reached my fingers I abruptly lifted and returned to the area between her legs. 

I smiled as her hips rose from the bed, searching for my touch. Pressing her other knee into the mattress, I began biting my way up from that side. Where my touch on the first leg had been tantalizing, my attention toward her other leg was primal and dominating. This leg was mine, as this body was mine, as this woman was mine. 

My wife responded to my assertiveness quiescently, halting her movements and lying quietly as I marked her leg with my teeth. I stopped when the whiskers on my jaw brushed against her panties. Steaming heat wafted across my cheek as I sucked deeply on her uppermost thigh, leaving a darker bruise to match the one on her neck. 

I finished with a loud pop and faced my quarry. I could smell her, intoxicating and enticing. I reached back and slipped off my boxer briefs. It was time.

Pushing up firmly I stood and walked to the nightstand. I smirked as she whimpered; patience, my love: I will reward you soon enough. I selected the item I required and returned to my shrine between her legs. Reaching over, I picked up the scissors and lifted the elastic band of her g-string. Like the dress, this dainty piece of lingerie had been purchased solely for this evening and would be retired with due elegance. I snipped the elastic on both sides, leaving the thin lace strip in place. The scissors were returned to the side of the mattress, and I picked up the dildo I had taken from the nightstand.

I reached up and tossed one elastic strand to the side, then the other, and finally, pausing appropriately and with great reverence, I flipped down the lace and beheld my ultimate treasure.

Her perfectly bald pussy glistened in the moonlight; the lace had been damp all the way to the waistband. The pheromones were overwhelming. My mouth watered and I felt my heart hammering against my sternum. Taking a deep breath, I slowly blew across her slit. She shivered and sighed pleadingly. The teasing was over--I indulged.




Date Night



My first lick was up the side of her pussy, passing over the hood of her clit and down the other side. I returned along the same path, the saliva pouring into my mouth in response to her sweet tanginess. I took her lips between mine, sucking and pulling them out before finally slipping my tongue between them.

To say that she was wet would be a gross understatement; my tongue slipped into her and was met with a deluge of her honey. I moved up to her clit and effortlessy slid a finger into her up to the last knuckle, a motion which normally requires patient manipulation and steady pressure to squeeze into her tight interior. By now, however, she was primed and attuned to my devotions. Where I had been worshipping her, now she prayed to me for release. 

My finger explored her depths as my tongue flicked and sucked. I did not need to use a second finger, but I did anyways just to feel it slide into her. Soon enough, though, I slipped out of her and took up the dildo. Again, inserting it usually required patience and extra help (my favorite was when she would use her mouth, looking up at me), but tonight I twisted it around the entrance once and applied just the barest pressure and the head popped right in. Steadily pushing and rotating, it disappeared into her as I attacked her clit. I knew she had been close, and this was the beginning of her reward.

Her moaning increased as I fed the artificial cock into her, and by the time it bottomed out she was calling my name and gasping for breath. I began rhythmically pulling it out and pushing back in, twisting and elevating the tip to hit her g-spot. My tongue broadly licked her clit, followed by feather-light flicks. This last stimulation pushed her over the top and the silk bonds strained to hold her writhing body in the center of the bed. She cried out as the muscles in her stomach tensed and her legs flexed, squeezing my jaw as I pressed my mouth into her.

My cock trembled in anticipation, and before she came down I reached out and released the knot around one of her ankles. I smoothly pulled the rubber dick out of her and pushed her knee up to her chest as I straddled her other leg and lined myself up. I had to reach down and hold my throbbing cock in place long enough to wet the tip against her pussy, which was still rising and falling as her hips thrust up in search of the tool I had removed. 

"Please...put it in me, I need you so badly, darling..."

Who was I to defy a goddess? I drove my hips down, burying myself to the hilt as she screamed in pleasure, her body instantly reversing from the cool-down of her first orgasm and quickly building to another. I reached up and pushed the blindfold from her face; I wanted to see the blaze of lust and pure sexual desire in her hazel eyes, knowing it was all for me. I could not last long, not after so much stimulation, but I clamped down with an iron resolve and pounded in and out of my beautiful wife until she climaxed again, louder and more violently than before. Prolonging my endurance as long as humanly possible until her satisfaction was evident, I surrendered to my own hyper-arousal and flooded her womb with my seed. I cried out then, releasing a feral groan as my self-denial was finally crushed and I succumbed to the supreme ecstasy of fucking my wife.

My pace collapsed to random, spastic thrusting, and my senses registered the waning motions of her thrashing beneath me. My eyes, which had closed of their own accord, opened again, and I found myself looking at the ceiling and breathing heavily.

I looked down and beheld my wife, her slightly sweaty face streaked with a single tear, the byproduct of such powerful emotional stimulation as our lovemaking sometimes produced. Gently I leaned down and brushed the tear with my lips, then kissed her deeply.

"Happy Anniversary, my love."



Date Night



Hey Literotica, first time poster, long time listener. Finally brave enough to post some of my own audio. I hope you ladies (and fellas I guess) like.

The premise:

We finally got a night to ourselves to go out for dinner, drinks and dancing. I have been waiting to get you alone all night, and finally, we're headed home....

It's a bit long I know, but i'd love for some feedback on it, if you guys hate it or love it. Also, if you guys like it, wouldn't be against doing another one :) Just send me some ideas!

Enjoy :)

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Click Here to listen. (24 min/mp3) 

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Date Night



I get a call from you late in the afternoon. You have arranged for the kids to sleep over with a sitter and we are going out for a nice date night. You've even picked up a new dress for me.

I'm quite excited for dinner at a nice restaurant and take my time getting ready. You drop off the dress and pick up the kids so I can finish getting primped. The dress is short, and black. It's strapless with some soft layering at the bust and a loose, flowy skirt. Just my style and I love it! I just finish getting dressed when I hear you return.

"Let's see how the dress looks," you say in your Sir voice. Oh, this is how the night's going to go? Even better. I give you a little twirl and remark that I love it. 

"In position" you order.

I drop to my knees, spread my legs wide apart and put my hands behind my back. I stare down at the floor while you inspect your property. It seems I've been waiting forever when I feel your hands gently pull the top down, exposing my tits. You touch them softly at first then roughly tease my nipples. I do my best to stay quiet but this is one of my favorite forms of foreplay. There's something about that feeling of pain and pinching on my nipples that reminds me that you are in charge. You often seem to know just the right amount of pressure to cause pain that isn't unbearable, but it's just enough that I feel like I am enduring it for you. And that gets me hotter than anything. You pull out two nipple clamps and tighten them around my nipples. You give me a few seconds to adjust to the pain while you admire your handy work.

"Let's keep those on tonight, so you remember to behave."

"Thank you, Sir."

You pull out your phone and take a quick picture of my clamped nipples.

"Now I know you'll behave, or I'll have to accidentally leave my phone out on the table for anyone to see."

I swallow hard.

"Thank you, Sir."

You gently pull the top of the dress back into place. The layers of fabric completely conceal the clamps underneath. Ah, now I understand the dress. You normally wouldn't buy clothing for me, but this wasn't really for me.

"Up." 

I rise to my feet but keep my eyes downcast. 

"We're not finished," you remark casually.

"Bend over the bed. Head down, ass up."

I comply.

You lift my dress and pull down my panties, exposing my ass to you. I grip the edge of the mattress and brace for the smack that I know is coming. See, learning to anticipate your desires benefits me, too. You give me a few nice slaps on the ass, then ... nothing. What are you doing? I don't dare look back. After an excruciating few moments of waiting, I feel your fingers softly caress my pussy. You take two fingers and slowly stroke up and down the outer lips. I can feel my pussy swelling under your gentle touch. I catch myself wanting your fingers on my clit instead of just enjoying the sensations you are giving me and remind myself to be patient. Be grateful. You know how hard it is for me to be patient. I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter and I'm dying for more. Eventually, I feel you spread my pussy lips apart and just hold them there. It's like you knew I was impatient and you are dragging this out longer. Hell, I'm sure that's exactly what's going on. You pause a bit longer, then take your other hand and slide your fingers along my wet slit, not inside and still holding me open and exposed. Then you slide those wet fingers up to my asshole and gently probe it. More teasing. Now on my asshole. God!

"I have another present for you."

"Oh? Thank you, Sir."

You produce a new butt plug. It's bigger than the old one. You rub it along my wet pussy. Not in it, of course. Just along it. Getting the plug lubed up without ever putting it inside my pussy or releasing the spread of my lips. You slowly work the plug into my ass, pulling it in and out a few times before nestling it in my ass.

"You wanted your pussy filled?"

"Yes, Sir," I admit. No sense in lying.

"I know," you remark nonchalantly, spreading my swollen pussy wider but still giving me no relief.

You softly stroke my ass with your fingertips, then deliver 8-10 nice slaps. I can't see them, but I can feel your reddened handprints on my ass. Another pause, and I hear the distinct click of a cell phone camera. 

"You like your gift?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. You can thank me by sucking my cock. Get back in position"

I slide off the bed and onto my knees. My panties are still pulled down so I can't spread my knees the way you like. I kneel down lower to get my face at cock level and take you into my mouth. You grab the back of my head while I suck you off, pulling my hair as you control the pace of your blow job. You occasionally tug and twist the clamps beneath the fabric of my dress. I can feel that quick throb in your cock before you come. You grip my hair harder as you cum and I swallow it all. 

"Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome. You can touch up your hair and make-up before we leave. The clamps and plug stay where they are."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I freshen up and follow you out to the van. You get in the driver's side and I open my passenger side door.

"What are you doing?" you ask sharply.

"I'm ... getting in the car?" What could I have done wrong? I can't think of anything.

"You don't ride up here with me. Get in the back."

I open the side door. The back seats have been removed and there is a blanket on the floor of the van. 

"On your stomach. Ass in the air. Panties down. Skirt pulled up. I want to see that lovely present I got you. You do appreciate it, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes, Sir."

I assume the position as you've ordered and we back out of the garage. 

"Finger your pussy. You better cum before we get to the restaurant," you threaten and pat your cell phone with the latest pictures. I work my pussy for you. Cumming won't be a problem with all the teasing I've endured plus those clamps still on my nipples.

"And work that plug in and out, too."

I ease the plug in and out of my ass while fingering my clit. My ass is sore from the extra girth and I wonder how I'll be able to sit still at the restaurant.

"Don't forget to ask permission before you cum."

"Yes, Sir."

The windshield has never seemed so big as we pull out of the driveway. I feel like anyone on the street who looks over could see me. It doesn't take long for me to feel that tingly chill that tells me my orgasm is near. 

"Permission to cum, Sir?"

"Cum."

The orgasm is powerful and I can feel my muscles spasm ... a little too hard. I can't keep the plug in my ass. I try, but it's too late. Shit!

"Well you've gotten yourself into a pickle, haven't you? You don't appreciate your gift?"

"I ... I do! I couldn't help it!"

The car turns sharply. This isn't good. I hold my position and wait. Eventually, the sound of the road changes and I know we are driving on gravel. We stop at a secluded picnic area and you open the door.

"Get out. On the table. On your back. Now."

I do as I'm told. 

"Your ass misbehaved and now your ass is going to get punished."

You push my legs back far giving you access to my asshole. I close my eyes and wince. I know you aren't going to be gentle with my lesson.

"Open your eyes and look at me. Don't go into yourself for comfort. Keep your eyes on me."

I look into your face as you force your cock into my sore asshole. I want to close my eyes and go somewhere else but you won't allow it. I can see you studying my face as you fuck my ass. I keep my eyes locked on yours even as you increase the pace and pound my ass harder. A few more thrusts and you shoot your cum into my ass. You pull your cock out swiftly and immediately replace it with the plug. 

"You'll keep it in, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

You softly stroke my thighs and give me a minute to adjust to the sharp burn in my ass combined with the dull throb on my nipples from the clamps. Soon your thumb starts working my clit in little circles.

"You can close your eyes and enjoy it."

And I do.



Date Night



I just finished putting myself together for my date with my Master. He sent very detailed instructions about what to wear, how to do my makeup and hair and what time to be ready. I have anticipated this date all week and can't wait to see him. I know he will be happy with the results. I followed every instruction to the letter. I am bathed, shaved, exfoliated, lotioned and perfumed. I followed the instructions for the enema that he provided and cleaned everything in and out. I oiled and primed my ass and currently have a nice sized plug in place, keeping myself ready for his 8 and a half inch cock. I wasn't able to keep from getting wet, but I think he will forgive that one little slip up...

I hear his car in the driveway! I open the door, turn and drop to the floor on my knees. My face is to the tile and my ass is in the air. I can feel my skirt sliding back and revealing my plugged ass. The slit of my panties gaping wide to show the plug and my sopping wet pussy. The breeze is blowing across my skin and goose bumps have jumped out everywhere. I hear my Master call out to the neighbor and my face immediately flames red hot with the thought that George can see me through my front door. Please, please don't invite him up!

I hear them say goodnight and then the click of his heels on the front walk. His keys jangle in his hand. I want to turn around and see the look on his face when he sees me. I want to bask in the pride that I know will shine in his eyes. But the last time that I broke position before being given the signal, I was punished greatly. I want tonight to be perfect and won't spoil his plans. I hold myself rigidly as I hear him reach the door. I can see his shadow on the floor as he stands in the doorway, taking stock of his obedient slave.

Without saying a word he steps inside and squats down behind me. The crack of his knees is like a gunshot and I flinch when he puts his hand on my ass. He runs his finger around the edge of the plug and again my flesh erupts into goose bumps. I feel him grasp the plug and tug. It slowly exits my ass and I feel emptiness when it's gone. I hear a sniff and my Master pats my ass and says, "You followed instructions well". I know I'm not supposed to respond so I wait for his next move. I suddenly feel the plug roughly shoved back into place. My ass readily receives it and I gasp as it settles back into place. I can feel my pussy getting wetter and hope this won't anger him...

Suddenly, I feel his fingers slide over my wet slit! Oh no, he's already found one thing to displease him. I hear him tsk as he stands up. And then I hear my signal, he snaps his fingers twice. This means I'm to stand and face him, hands behind my back, eyes to the floor. 

"Speak", he says. 

I look up and say, "I'm sorry". 

"You have to control yourself", he calmly states. "Did you touch yourself"?

"No, I would never, without your permission", I respond. "I only prepared myself as you instructed".

He looks at me and nods his head. He twirls his finger and I slowing pirouette so he can see me from all sides. When I come around and stop, he reaches out and lifts my face to the light in the entry. He smiles and says, "Your makeup and hair look perfect. The colors I picked suit you and you smell delicious"!

"Thank you, Sir", I respond.

"But, your sloppy little cunt cannot be ignored", he chides. 

Suddenly I hear his fingers snap once. This is my signal to assume a position against the wall. I turn and step to the side, placing my hands above my head with my face and chest to the wall. I've been instructed on numerous occasions to arch my back, making sure my ass is out as far as possible. I know I will be paddled and I can feel myself tensing. He chuckles and says, "You know it will hurt more if you don't relax". I nod my head, take a deep breath and let go as much as possible on the exhale. "Good girl", he says as his hand descends and slaps across my ass. He paddles me with his hand again, again and again. I stay as still as possible and hope that he is done. But that was just a warm up. He takes one of my hands from the wall and pulls it down and around the small of my back. I feel my skirt lifted and he hands the bunched up fabric to me to hold. He grabs my ass tight in his hand, squeezing the cheeks hard. I take another deep breath and he proceeds to spank. One, two, three.... eight, nine, and ten. On the last slap, his hand comes to a rest again on my ass and again he squeezes hard. 

Snap, Snap. His fingers signal me again. I turn, eyes down cast, breathing hard. My ass hurts and the slide of my skirt over the welts sting. But I know I did well. I didn't cry out, I didn't tense up and best of all I didn't try to pull away. He leans toward me and kisses my forehead. "Go clean up. We have reservations to keep", he says. Keeping my eyes to the floor, I nod my head and turn for the hallway. "Oh, one more thing, clean me", he states. I look up and the fingers that he slid across my slit are in front of my face. I can smell my musky scent. I reach for his hand and proceed to lick and suck the smell from his hand. When I can no longer taste myself on his fingers, I stop and let go of his hand. "Go", he says. And I rush for the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I douche and dry myself off. I double check my makeup and touch-up my lipstick. Good as new, I think. When I return to the front door, my Master is waiting with a smile. He takes my arm and leads me through the door. It's not until then that I realize that the door has been open the whole time! What if one of my neighbors saw what was going on? I'm mortified, but one look at Master tells me that he isn't worried about a thing. He leads me to the car, opens my door and hands me into the car.

To be continued... 



Date Night



Got this idea as a request of sorts from reader Daniel L., I can only hope I did it justice. Thanks. 

*

I've heard the arguments many times. Okay, sometimes they were more like dropdown fights. Still, I knew my folks loved each other. I hoped they still did. Okay, I think they do. Maybe not like they did once, but their love was still there ... buried deep down under the festering, growing resentment that my mom had for dad's obsession with his work. Fuck it, I'll say it. He LIVED for his work! If he said 100 words to me in a week I would die from shock! And my mom ... I don't think they've made love in years, maybe even not since I turned 8, and that was just over ten years ago. Sure, mom has tricked him into fucking her, but they certainly were NOT making love! I could tell.

So after a particularly nasty, um, 'discussion' between them I stepped between them and became the referee. Don't ask me how (I still don't really know) but I got them to agree to Saturday night being their weekly 'date night'. No 'ifs', 'ands' or 'buts' about it. Hopefully that would reignite the spark of love they once had. I even took more control and TOLD them where they would go, what they would do and what time they had to stay out till. They could come home later than that time, but not until! So far they've had four of these date nights and dad has learned that I will be waiting up just to make sure they don't cut the night short. Talk about role reversal!

Okay, let me tell you about our family. Dad, Charlie, is 40 years OLD, and I do mean old! He used to be fun and energetic, but for at least six years he has become an overweight stick in the mud. He doesn't want to do anything except pour his soul into his job. It's a good job, but it's JUST a job for Christ's sake! 

My mom, Marcie, is 37 and can only be described as a trophy wife. That makes me laugh a bit because dad should be like 25 years older for her to be that, but he acts like he is, ya know! Any way, she is kinda tall at 5 feet 10 inches in her stocking feet. Put her in heels and holy shit, her luscious legs go on forever! Add to that her awesome 36D-26-36 figure and she turns heads everywhere she goes. Oh yeah, she's got natural blonde hair, blue eyes, an infectious smile, and the cutest dimples ever known to man.

Then there's me, Manfred, but I go by Manny. Dad insisted I be named after his grandfather so I'm stuck with it. I'm in my last year of high school. For an 18 year old, I guess I'm okay. The girls all love me thanks to my male model good looks, rock hard 6'4' body. Okay, hopefully it's my personality too. Oh yeah, I inherited mom's blond hair, blue eyes AND the dimples. Hers are better. Any way, all that put together helped me loose my virginity four years ago and so far I've been with about seven different girls. It's probably not nice of me to say this but they ALL got their pussy fucked royally!

So, back to the present. It's the fifth Saturday and dad has been acting like a shit all day. He has to do 'this' for work, and he has to work on 'that' for work, and he needs to ... yada, yada, yada! The look on his face when I barked at him, nose to nose, to stop whining was priceless.

"I've already made the dinner reservation for the two of you ... and yes, it is formal!"

"Formal?"

"Yes dad, it's time you put that tux of yours to use," I told him sternly. "After that you will have your choice of three different things to do, I've got them written down for you. I don't much care which you do but you will do at least one of them! I know mom would love to do ALL of them but I leave that up to you."

"Oh, that is SO kind of you."

"Christ dad, can't you just have fun once in a while and enjoy the wonderful woman you are married to?" I stared at him in disgust before saying, "What the hell ever happened to you?"

He didn't answer me, but then again, I didn't think he had an answer for me.

********

Well dad is taking eight times as long to get ready as I would have. He can't find his bowtie, then where are his cufflinks. Oh shit, one of them broke, now where are some others. I peaked in on him and he is not even half way ready. 

After going back downstairs I heard my mom calling, "Manny, can you help me with this?" 

I looked up and saw her coming down the stairs. "Holy shit," I mumbled when I saw her. She was wearing a full length evening gown, emerald green in color. It was cut low showing lots of cleavage that was obviously unencumbered by a bra. Damn her tits swayed magnificently as she moved. She stepped carefully in her four or five inch heels as she moved down towards me. But the real kicker was the left side was slit up the side of her leg. Check that: make that WAYYY up her leg all the way to just below her hip bone! 

Talk about an instant boner! My hands moved in front of me trying to keep my mom from seeing her own son popping wood over her. She smiled just then so maybe she saw it before I covered up.

With each step down her leg shown clearly as the dress parted, allowing me to see the top of her nylon stocking. Never had I gazed upon a vision as lovely as this. 'If dad doesn't bone her tonight he is brain dead', I thought, then cussed my self out for thinking like that. Then I thought, 'My god she is soooo fucking hot!' I know I turned crimson from that thought.

Mom had a sly smile as she stepped up to me. I saw her eyes flick down to my hands covering my crotch then she looked right into my eyes making me squirm in my own skin. "Sweetie, I need your help with a couple of things."

"Uh, sure mom," I managed to say. "Whatever you need."

"What a fine young man you are, son. First, could you please check my nylons to make certain that the seams go straight up the back of my legs?"

I swallowed hard as I found my voice enough to say, "Su-sure."

Mom turned her back to me as I knelt down. "Um," I mumbled as I tried to get a clear view of her left leg. Mom looked down at me and without a word spread her legs more than shoulder width while pulling her dress to her right. My cock surged in my pants as I stared at her sexy leg, wonderfully enhanced by her heals.

I shook my head to clear it before my twitching hands reached to her legs to straighten her seam. Mom looked back at me as my shivering fingers touched her leg, then I looked up and saw her smile at me before turning back to the front. Damn but her leg felt so good under my fingers! Slowly I worked the seam up her leg, making certain that it was perfectly straight up the back of her leg. It took time. I made sure of that. As I passed her knee I pushed the dress over to expose her thigh more. 

"Get it nice and straight for me," mom said as she tugged the back of her dress to the right some more. I sensed that she had looked back at me again but my eyes rose only to the top of her stockings. They were riveted there as I spied the garter belt straps where they held up the top band of the hosiery. My eyes moved from the dark band at the top to her white thigh showing above it. I didn't realize just how sexy that could be until that precise moment!

"Honey," mom softly said and my eyes tried to lift up to look at her. They failed totally as I now could tell that she was not wearing anything besides the garter belt. My eyes gazed upon her bare slit making me gasp. My breath caught in my throat even as my mom remained silently looking down at me.

No way could I look up at her so my ten thumbs somehow managed to finish straightening the seam on that leg. Surely mom could here my heart beating as I knelt behind her. I don't know why, but suddenly I moved both hands to her leg and slid them all the way down from the top to her foot as though I was checking the seam. Then I surprised myself even more as my hands retraced their move back up her leg. 

I stood up as my hands reached the top. Leaning forwards, with my hands right at the top of her thigh, I huskily said, "That one's done, mom." Just before I uttered the word 'mom' my right hand slipped up right against her gash and stroked it gently. My knees were weak even as mom groaned softly. Then I moved to my right a little and knelt back down.

"Charlie, are you ready yet?"

Crap! I nearly shit when mom called that up to my slowpoke dad!

"No, I can't find matching cufflinks. And I need to tie my tie and find my shoes. Shit, this doesn't match either. OW! Damn it, I stubbed my fucking toe! Shit that hurts! I'll be there when I can put my shoes on ... shit that hurts!"

We both heard him hopping on one foot before the bed creaked under his dropping weight. "Next leg please, honey."

"Okay," I said just before my mom grabbed the bottom of her dress and carefully pulled it up and around in front of her. I looked up in reflex and gasped, "Oh god mom!" as I gazed on her mostly bare ass, her slit winking back at me as she twisted to look back at me.

"Is something wrong Manny?"

"Uh ... huh ... what? Uh, no ... um, no mom, nothing's wrong." I will never know how I managed to speak, not to mention make sense as I replied. I exhaled loudly then inhaled in preparation to my task. My senses were assaulted by their first tinge of my mom's scent! Oh my god, she knew what she was doing and it was arousing her as well as me! Holy crap!

My hands fumbled as I somehow managed to get her right seam perfectly straight. It did take quite a while, which just left my hands stroking up, down, and around her incredibly sexy right leg. My left hand had a mind of its own as I neared the top of her stocking. I'm sure I didn't do it on purpose but four or five times my palm slipped gingerly against her bald pussy. Shit she was WET!

Mom's breath quickened as my hand lightly grazed her sex. Shit, what was I thinking?!? Fuck if I knew! My eyes were locked on her delicious looking ass and her glistening pussy lips that showed her moisture of arousal.

"Charlie, are you coming?" mom called out.

"Damn it, my toe hurts! I'll be down when I'm ready!"

"Is it straight yet?" my mom asked in much softer tones.

"Huh?" I groaned as I knew my cock was ramrod straight, but didn't think my mom meant that. Then I remembered my task and looked down the back of her right leg. "Um, yeah ... I mean yes, it's as straight as the left one. They're both perfect," I said, meaning her legs more than the seams.

I was sitting on my heals behind her with my hands on each side of her right ankle. My mind tried to decide if the furnace like heat was my hands or her skin as I lightly stroked her nylon covered skin.

"Thank you Manny. Come up here and give your mom a nice hug."

I slowly rose to my feet while I kept my hands lightly sliding over her leg. Both of us moaned softly as I stood upright, my left hand barely in contact with her steaming hot gash. I kept my hands immobile before me as I stepped around her right side, my hands gliding over her skin. Mom somehow pulled the bottom of her dress further around her as my right hand slipped into her crotch as I moved in front of her. 

My brain was out of touch with what I was doing. It knew my hand was against her pussy again, but didn't know how it got there or even if it was okay or not. Our eyes met and four unblinking eyes stared into each other for what felt like centuries.

"Charlie?!"

"I can't put my shoe on! Just hold your horses woman!"

Mom licked her lips than said much softer now, "Manny?"

"Oh god mom," I groaned, "you are so hot!"

"I'm so fucking horny!"

"Oh mom."

Her hands found my cock, stroking me over my pants. A smile creased her face as she realized how hard I was even as her fingers somehow managed to undo my belt and pants before she used her thumbs to push them and my boxers down to my knees.

Her right hand gripped my shaft as her left hand pulled the bottom of her dress up and further out of the way. Both of us groaned as I pivoted my right hand so my fingers could curl up and slide into her pussy. It felt as if I was pushing my fingers into overripe watermelon it was so moist! Well, except it was hot. Super hot!

"Oh baby, I need it." Our eyes met again, hers looked pleading as she went on, "Fuck me baby! I need it so bad!"

"Oh mom!" Her legs had never moved from being wide spread so I just stepped more to her center, bent my knees and, like a laser guided missile, drove my cock straight up into her sex.

"Umgh!" mom gasped as my lance drove into her core. Her eyes crossed and then rolled back into her head when I pulled back halfway and then powered fully into her, lifting her right off the floor. "Oh god, it's so big and hard!"

My right hand pulled her dress fully out of the way even as my left lifted her up letting her wrap her legs around my ass. With her arms around my neck mom began bouncing in front of me, nearly knocking us over. I stagger stepped towards the nearby wall, somehow moving even as my pants bunched at my ankles. 

"Umph!" mom gasped as her back pounded into the wall. Our lips met then in a most unconventional kiss between mother and son. First her tongue forced its way into my mouth then mine pushed her tongue back into her own mouth. My hands grasped tight to her ass cheeks as I lifted her nearly off my dick and then gripped tight as I powered her back down onto my raging cock.

Neither of us spoke any words, but our moans and groans spoke volumes as we raced onward. With each thrust of my hips I drove my cock deeply into my mom's steaming hot pussy, its ridges squeezing and massaging my full length. I wish I knew how long we rutted there against the wall but I have no idea. Time seemed to speed by while at the same time it froze as things often seemed as if we were fucking in super-slow-motion like they use for NFL games on TV. What I DID know was that I loved how her pussy grabbed onto my cock while I moved within her.

"Oh fuck me!" mom cried out as her body lurched in orgasmic release.

"Damn it! Hold your horses woman! I told you my foot hurts!" dad called down, misunderstanding the reason for her cry.

Much softer this time my mom begged me, "Don't stop! Oh god baby, I'm almost there! Please don't stop!"

"Never!"

Mom gripped so tight with her legs I didn't know how I was supposed to move, but then her arms helped me as her hips crushed our pelvises together. "Oh god! Baby! Oh god yes! Here it comes! Right there ... right THERE!" Then her lips clamped onto mine as she kissed me with more passion than any girlfriend had ever kissed me with. I opened my eyes and she was staring into me with eyes bigger than saucers! Her kiss lessened and I heard her softly moaning, "Yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ..." in time with our bodies crushing together. 

I stumbled backwards a little before recovering and pressing her once more against the wall. My feet were back about a foot allowing me to really drive my cock up and into her moist heat. My hands had wrapped under and around her thighs for more leverage and I gave her about ten hard and full length thrusts that buried my cock into her to my balls. Then my balls rolled signaling my own eruption and I gasped, "Oh mom! God you feel so good!"

Her legs somehow moved up to the top of my ass where she locked her ankles behind me allowing her to grind her pussy into me. "Fuck me!" she gasped with horny eyes. "Fuck me! Give it to me! Fill me!" My balls lurched and a powerful blast of hot sperm slammed instantly into the back wall of her pussy. "YES!" Then much softer mom begged, "Keep going, fuck me, fuck me, oh god yes I'm going to cum again!"

Even as I pressed her into the wall my mom somehow managed to shake violently as her body was racked by another orgasm, her screams muffled against my lips. I thought I had pumped her full with over a gallon of cum; I shot so many ropes into her. I knew she felt them all as she moaned with every blast from my fire hose cock! My balls ran dry just as her body crested her climax and we clung to each other basking in the incredible afterglow of totally amazing sex! The only thing holding us up was the wall behind her.

We (well, I) stood there, gasping for air as our bodies continued twitching and spasming in recovery mode. Mom's head dropped down onto my shoulder while her arms tightened their grasp around me. Again, I have no idea how long we stood there like that. Neither of us cared if dad should choose then to come down stairs. I for one wanted to stay locked like that forever. It was heaven on earth!

"Jesus," mom softly moaned into my neck.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Heh-heh!" she laughed. "That would be an understatement!"

I looked into her eyes and she smiled weakly as even softer she said, "Wow! I am SO okay! Thank you Manny! I really needed that! I didn't expect to get it from you but I wouldn't change anything for the world! God I love you SO much!"

"I was worried you might be mad at me. I just couldn't help myself!"

"Well, I was surprised! But at the same time I was so horny! I was worried you might be mad at your mom!"

Our eyes answered each others questions as I finally managed to stand upright with no help from the wall. Mom rolled her hips pulling her pussy from my cock and then shoving me back into her. "Oooo, you're still hard! Can you go again for me? Damn it you feel so good!"

"With my sexy mom riding my cock, you bet I can go again. Now?"

"Charlie!" mom loudly called out. "I'm not in the mood anymore. Just go soak your foot in the tub for an hour or two!"

"Thanks babe, I appreciate it!"

"Yeah. Take a pain pill if you need to."

"Okay, but they put me to sleep!"

"Don't worry about it!"

Seconds later we heard the water running in the tub and my sexy mom looked me in the eye, gave me a firm squeeze with her pussy around my cock and said, "Yes 'now'. And please carry me into the guest bedroom. I've had enough of standing up fucks for one day!"

And that's what I did. I sure was glad she didn't say anything about horizontal fucking because we did that for over five hours! Wow do I love my mother!

*

The end, and thanks again to Daniel L.



Date Night



My wife has a boyfriend. His name is David, and he's black. He's not especially attractive, at least in my opinion. He's 48, 5'6", not obese but he has a belly, shaved head, kind of a shabby dresser. I asked Vickie one time what she liked about David, and she said, "He's got a big dick." When I asked if that was all she replied, "It stays hard a long time." So that sums it up I guess, he has a big dick and it stays hard a long time. Oh, and he can go two or three times a night, sometimes more.

I've known about David from the very beginning. Vickie and I were at a party, and I noticed her talking to this guy, short little Buddha body with skin the color of cafe au lait. She disappeared for a while, and I noticed the little black guy was also missing. No problem, Vickie does what she wants, I do what I want, and when the night is over we go home together.

After about a half hour, I spotted Vickie coming toward me wearing a big grin. "I just gave David a blowjob!"

Putting two and two together, I said, "David is the little black guy?"

"Not so little," she said, "you should see!"

OK, so that was the beginning. Since then, they have been meeting once or twice a week for some extra-curricular playtime, as Vickie calls it. Each time I get a blow by blow description of their activities, and by the way, blow by blow doesn't really cover all of their activities. But you get the idea.

At first they would meet at a motel, David would fuck her brains out all night, then she would come home and tell me all about it. After a few weeks, though, they realized that the motel was running into money, and Vickie invited David to spend the night at our house. When David was "visiting," I spent the night in the guest room. I couldn't actually hear them, and I definitely wasn't allowed to watch, so all I had was my fantasies and Vickie's descriptions.

Then one day Vickie said to me, "I'll bet you'd love to watch David and me, wouldn't you?"

Bingo! I'd had so many fantasies of that big black dick pumping in and out of her pussy by then, imagined her having orgasm after orgasm while he fucked her senseless, that I would do practically anything to actually see it for myself. Evidently, Vickie had figured that out too.

"Here's what I have in mind," she continued. "You want to see me with David, I'd like to see you with David. Let me watch you give David a blowjob, and David and I will let you watch us."

Fuck! I never sucked another guy's cock in my life, never wanted to. But sometimes when I was fantasizing about Vickie and David, I would picture her blowing him, and wondered how that felt. I knew how it felt for him, more or less, but I wondered how she felt with that big black dick sliding in and out of her mouth, down her throat, unloading and filling her mouth with funky, creamy sperm.

Of course I had to display at least some level of resistance. And of course Vickie knew she had the upper hand. Apparently David had already given his OK, so Vickie just had to wait for me to come to the obvious conclusion. I wanted to watch David fuck my wife, and I was willing to suck his cock if that's what it took. And let him cum in my mouth, as Vickie insisted.

So that became the new normal. David would stay over at our house, he and Vickie would sleep in the "master" bedroom, and I would go to the guest room. Whenever they decided to let me watch, not every time by any means, I would give David a blowjob, I would watch him fuck my wife for a while, then I would go to the guest room and they would continue without me. And I was fine with that!

After the first couple of times, I kind of looked forward to sucking David's cock, letting Vickie watch as I got her boyfriend all hot and bothered, then let him shoot his first load of the evening down my throat. I think I got sort of good at it. Anyway, David gave me lots of encouragement, made approving noises, and always shot what seemed to me like big, big loads into my mouth and down my throat.

All right, so that's all background, history to bring us up to last Saturday night. David came by and picked Vickie up around 7. They were going to dinner at a nice restaurant downtown, then drinks and dancing at a bar that has a live band, a lively crowd, and not so incidentally, lots of black men on the make. Not that Vickie wants anyone besides David, she just likes to be around horny black guys. Or so she says!

Well, about 9 or a little after, Vickie and David showed up at the house. "David decided he wants one of your special blowjobs, BJ," Vickie told me. (Ever since I started sucking David's cock, Vickie calls me BJ.) Fine with me. Now that I've gotten used to the idea of sucking another man's cock, and letting David cum in my mouth before he does anything with my wife, I love it.

They sat on the sofa and I got down between David's legs. Vickie unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper. She reached inside his underwear and played with his cock a while, then hauled it out and pointed it toward my mouth. "Suck it, BJ!" she said, as if I needed any encouragement.

I ran my hand up and down the shaft a few times, hoping to coax out some precum. I saw a clear drop form at the tip of his cock, stuck out my tongue and licked it up. I tried again, with a little less success this time, then closed my lips around the head of his cock and sucked gently. Somewhere I saw the description once, "suck it like you're melting the sugar off a gumdrop," and that's just what I tried to do. He was already nice and hard, so I ran my lips down over his cock, taking the shaft as far into my throat as I was able. I backed off, worked up more saliva, and went down again, all the way to his balls.

I wanted to suck his balls next, but David got up, turned around, and presented me with his ass. He didn't say a word, but I knew what he wanted. I ran my tongue up along his butt crack, barely brushing up against his asshole. He gave a soft little moan, almost inaudible, but it was enough to tell me what I wanted to know. I went again, giving his anus more attention this time, and at the same time I took his cock in my hand and milked it lightly.

Gradually I worked my tongue deeper into his ass, stroking his cock more firmly. When I was sure he was ready, I pushed a finger into his ass, then two. I got under him and took his cock in my mouth, letting him provide all the motion while I continued fingering his asshole and working his prostate.

Finally it was all he could take. I felt his anus tighten around my fingers, his cock seemed to grow another inch, and then my mouth was overwhelmed with the strong, pungent taste and smell of his warm, creamy load. I held it in my mouth briefly, savoring all the associated sensations, then swallowed. Hey, it doesn't get much better!

David didn't say a word at first, just made non-verbal sounds of pleasure and contentment. Then he said to me, "Damn, Junior, you are something else! That's a great little cocksucker you married, Miss Vickie, you know that?"

Vickie replied, "Well, anyway he's good for something. Guys, that was really hot. I hope you saved something for me."

I was feeling a real sense of accomplishment, as silly as that sounds. I got my wife's boyfriend more turned on than I've ever seen him with her, swallowed his first big load of the night, and just maybe, I got him so drained he wouldn't be able to perform up to his usual standard with her. Yeah, right!

We all had a drink, then headed for the bedroom.

"Just sit back and relax, Junior," David told me. "Let me show you how Miss Vickie likes it when she has a real man to take care of her."

I sat in the easy chair at the end of the bed, Vickie and David got out of the rest of their clothes, and David pulled my wife over to the edge of the bed so I had a bird's eye view while he buried his head between her legs. I always heard that black men don't like to eat pussy, but you couldn't prove it by David. He went at it with great enthusiasm, and according to Vickie, he was a real expert. I take her word for it, but I also saw how she responded to him. Once he really got into it, her orgasm was a sure thing. She began bucking, pushing her pussy up into David's face. He took her ass in both hands, holding her up off the bed, and kept working his tongue over her clitoris relentlessly.

"Oh my God," Vickie moaned, "oh my God, I'm cumming! Look BJ, this is how I cum with a real man!" And then the wave broke, and she went completely non-verbal, filling the room with grunts and moans, little animalistic whimpers, and eventually something close to a purr.

David turned to me and said, "Lady needs a little rest after that, Junior. Why don't you come over and give me a little head, then I'll show you how your wife likes to get fucked."

He positioned himself up by Vickie's head, so I'd have to be on the other side, and she would be able to see his cock slide in and out of my mouth, right in front of her. He put a hand on the back of my head and pushed his cock, already hard, into my mouth and halfway down my throat. I just tightened my lips around him and let him fuck my face, while Vickie reached up and played with his balls. This went on for a couple of minutes, with his cock sliding deeper into my throat with each thrust.

"OK, Junior, that's enough. Gotta save some for Miss Vickie!"

I went back to my seat, David laid down on his back, and my lovely wife straddled him and lowered herself onto that big black cock. She didn't lie about that. It is big, and it does stay hard a long time. She rode up and down on it for a while, long enough to reach another intense orgasm, then David wanted some doggy style.

"Come here, Junior, get a taste of Miss Vickie's sweet pussy." What he really wanted was for me to suck his cock some more. Any taste of pussy I got was going to be strictly second hand. No problem, I love licking and sucking my wife's juices off her boyfriend's cock.

With that taken care of, they settled into some serious fucking, doggy style. That's one of my favorites. I can see David's cock thrusting in and out of my wife's pussy, of course, but what I really love is being able to see David from the rear. I like seeing his butt cheeks flex and release, I like the way the muscles in his back work, and I love seeing his powerful legs pushing his body back and forth as he pumps that big black cock in and out.

"OK, Junior, let's make it a threesome," he said. They had me lie on my back underneath Vickie like a 69, except I already knew she wasn't going to be sucking me. My job was to lick her clit while David continued to fuck her brains out. Every once in a while he would pull out and slide his cock into my mouth for a few strokes, then slip it back into Vickie's pussy.

After several minutes of that, David said, "I'm getting pretty close, Junior. Lick my ass a little, then stick a finger or two inside me, and I'll fill Miss Vickie with a big load of love juice."

I got around behind him and did as I was told. I love the idea that, even though he's fucking my wife, he wants my help to get off. I rimmed his ass as long as he would let me, then stuck two fingers inside and gave his anus and prostate plenty of action. It didn't take much of that before he was ready to explode.

"Oh, yeah," he said, "oh fuck, I'm cumming. That's it, Junior, I'm filling Miss Vickie's pussy full of Love Potion 69. Oh yeah, don't stop till I tell you."

Vickie, meanwhile, was having another powerful eruption of her own, feeling David's throbbing cock inside her, pumping a huge load of semen into her. He continued fucking her after he came, so that his sperm started leaking out around his cock and over her labia.

Finally he pulled out and turned to me. "Time to clean up, Junior. Me first."

I took his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of his juices mixed with Vickie's. I sucked and licked until it was all gone, then went to work on my wife. I licked all around her pussy and ass, getting all the juices I could find, then zeroed in on her opening. She did a little flexing thing with her internal muscles, and a big glob of semen came oozing out. I licked it all up, not stopping until there was none left. In the process Vickie reached another orgasm, less powerful than some previous ones, but an orgasm nonetheless.

David put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me away. "Good job, Junior. You deserve a reward tonight, don't you agree, Baby?"

Vickie didn't respond, but she didn't have to. As far as she is concerned, whatever David wants is fine with her.

"Hold your titties together, Baby. We'll let Junior shoot his load on them, then lick it up. How does that sound?"

"That might be fun," she answered. "BJ likes the taste of his own gunk. Just make sure he cleans it all up!"

David got behind me and had me straddle Vickie, with my cock aimed right at her tits. He moved up so close I could feel his chest hairs on my back, and his cock rubbing against my ass. He reached around me and began playing with my cock, giving it long, slow strokes, teasing. I soon had a solid erection, and was surprised to feel him getting hard behind me. His cock was lodged between my ass cheeks, sliding up and down the crack as he stroked my cock.

I was getting really excited, and I told David, "I'm getting pretty close."

He pressed his body against mine and picked up the pace. He was giving lots of attention to the head of my cock, and it was too much to resist, even if I wanted to. I felt the climax building up inside me, David kept stroking me like mad, and I let loose with a huge load. There were four or five powerful shots, then a few weaker ones, and Vickie's chest was covered in cum. I was breathing hard, and so was David, I noticed. I took a minute or two to come down, then it was time to finish up.

"Damn, Junior, how long you been saving that up?" He was right, I don't usually shoot that hard or produce that much.

"I guess I was just inspired tonight," I answered. "Maybe that's some of yours that I swallowed."

"Well, wherever it came from, BJ, get busy cleaning it up. David and I have some unfinished business to take care of when you're done." My lovely wife, always helpful!

I bent forward and ran my tongue through a pool of sticky white cream, delighting in the taste, the smell, the sensation on my tongue, and just the idea of what I was doing. Here I was, licking up my own cum from my wife's tits, while her black boyfriend watched and offered encouragement. Hot, hot, hot!

I would have liked to take longer, prolonging the whole experience, but they wanted to move on to the next round, and that didn't include me. When I had licked up all my cream, David surprised me by pulling me into a powerful bear hug and locking lips with me in a full on, tongue tangling kiss. I thought I had died and gone to heaven!

"OK, Junior, it's past your bedtime. You've been a good boy, but now Mommy and Daddy need some time alone."

Right! Mommy and Daddy! I headed for the guest room, where I spent the rest of the night fantasizing about what they were doing, what they might have me do the next time, what I'd like to do if I had the chance. That thing with David's hard cock rubbing up and down my crack got me wondering, and the kiss at the end? Where might that lead?



Date Night



I love date night. Not only does it mean I get to spend quality time with my girl, but I am also pretty much guaranteed to get laid at the end of the night. Tonight was Saturday night and I was getting ready for our night out. Khaki pants, a light blue collared shirt, and a blazer completed my outfit. Right as I was getting ready to tie my shoes I heard my girlfriend yelling at me from our bedroom, "Hey honey, can you come here for a minute?" Obediently, I walked through our house towards her, "Yeah, babe. What is it?" As I entered the room, I could see that she was hiding something behind her back, that dangerous smile on her face. I leaned against the doorframe and gave a low whistle, "Damn, you look hot." She was wearing my favorite outfit: short skirt, high heels, and a low cut top that stopped just above her nipples. Her long hair in one of those complicated up-dos that lets me have free access to the back of her neck. One look at her and I could feel myself getting wet. 

"Maybe we should just stay in tonight. It might rain, and I'd hate for your hair to get messed up." I thought it was a rather clever ploy, but she was not fooled. 

"Nice try, stud, but we're going out. Besides, I have a surprise for you and if we don't go out you'll miss out on half the fun." At this point, my attention turned from trying to look down her shirt to the objects she pulled out from behind her back. In her hands, she had a harness and one of the bigger cocks we own. "I want you to wear this tonight when we go out." My brain froze, I had packed a few times, but mostly just around the house for fun. Tonight we were going to a nice restaurant and then seeing a movie. Not to mention the fact that there was no way it would not be visible. The cock was big and light colored pants are not known for hiding much. Seeing the apprehension on my face, she smiled and moved closer to me, cupping me softly between my thighs. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Now, I like to think that I am not someone who is easily manipulated, but as soon as she started to massage my crotch I knew I would do pretty much anything she wanted. You see, my brain might be sensible, but as soon as I get turned on my clit does all the thinking for me. Which is why I found myself saying, "Okay, babe. No problem." At that, she smiled triumphantly, unsnapped my pants, and pulled them and my boxers down my legs. Then she helped me adjust the buckles on the harness and attach the dildo. Before pulling my pants back up, she gave a few firm tugs on the cock. This forced the base to rub against my clit and I leaned my head back with a low moan. When she stopped, I cried out, "Come on honey, just a quick one before we leave. I'll never be able to sit still as turned on as I am." She chuckled and then continued helping me to stuff it into my boxers and pants. 

Once everything was adjusted, I turned to the full-length mirror behind me and got my first look at myself. I was right, the light colored pants did not hide a thing, a large bulge was clearly visible starting at my groin and then moving partway down my right thigh. "There is no way I can wear this in public! Everyone is going to know I've got a hard-on."

"That's sort of the point, dear. I think it's hot. Plus, it's not that visible." Then she reached around from behind me and started rubbing her hands along the length of it as she continued talking. "You want to turn me on, right? The thought of you wearing that cock all night is making me so wet I'm going to have to change my underwear before we go out. All I'll be able to think about is how hard you're going to fuck me when we get home." My ability to think clearly was quickly diminishing as she rubbed me harder, but I was able to get out a weak protest. "Then maybe that's a good reason why we should just stay in."

"Oh, but I love the anticipation. You know how all good things are worth waiting for? Well, I promise that tonight will be really, really good." Her hands continued their torture as I began pumping my hips trying to get more pressure against my aching need. I could feel my legs begin to shake and my stomach tense as I prepared to come. One hand reached under my shirt to pinch and pull roughly at my nipple. Then I felt her teeth dig in to the back of my neck. That did it. I started to come so hard I had to lean my hand against the wall to help support myself. My clit twitched violently underneath the harness. Before I got a chance to fully regain my senses, she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. "Come on, babe. We have to go or we'll be late for the movie."

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I cannot even walk without being reminded that I have a giant dildo in my pants. The base of the cock pushes into my clit with each step. By the time we get to the movies, I am soaking wet and horny as hell again. However, I soldier on, determined not to let my girlfriend know how crazy it is making me. Of course, I know she can probably tell. When I'm turned on my eyes change to a dark blue and both my stomach and thighs tense. In fact, I know she is aware of how turned on I am because while we are waiting in line to buy the movie tickets she leans back into my arms and rubs her ass against my thighs and the hard bulge in my pants. She is torturing me. I am sure that I am going to die. Right here. In the line for some random chick flick my girlfriend is dying to see. That's right, she made me wear a strap-on and then dragged me to a chick flick. The things we do to get laid.

At last, we make it into the theater with our soda and popcorn. I figure out that, with a little adjusting, I can relieve the pressure against my sex while I am sitting down. Thank goodness, because my girlfriend reaches over once the lights go down and gently cups the cock. Whatever, as long as she keeps her hand still it is only a little distracting.

By the time we are halfway through the movie, I am smiling to myself. Not because the movie was so entertaining, but because my girlfriend was squirming so much next to me. I could tell that she had gotten incredibly horny. Her thighs kept flexing and she absolutely could not sit still. I decided to turn the tables on her for making me suffer so much tonight.

I placed my own hand on her left thigh, right below the bottom of her skirt. Then I slowly drew small circles moving towards the inside of her leg. I could hear her breathing hitch next to me and the hand on my crotch tightened its hold. I moved her skirt up a little bit with each pass until her pink thong was exposed. My mouth started watering and my hips twitched when I saw that a visible wet spot was forming on the center of her underwear. As I lightly rubbed up and down her labia through her increasingly soaked underwear, she turned her head towards me and lightly bit my shoulder. But I was determined to torture her some more, so I started circling around her swelling clit that had started to form a visible bump in her underwear.

Finally, I pulled her underwear to the side and drew my index finger from her entrance all the way to the base of her clit. She was so fucking wet. Her come covered my finger and I used it to gently rub up and down on top of her clitoral hood. As I pulled my hand back, a line of sticky come connected me to her sex. If we had not been in a public place, I would have already buried my face in her gorgeous pussy so I could taste her. But since we were in a movie theater, I had to settle for taking my finger and placing it in my mouth. Her divine smell filled my nostrils while I tasted her on my skin. The musky, sweet flavor of her arousal like a drug to me. As I sucked every drop of her off my finger, she lifted her head up and quietly pleaded in my ear, "Please. Make me come, baby."

Her desperate plea nearly broke my resolve to maintain any sense of decorum. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over the seats in front of us, rip her underwear off, and stick my cock deep inside of her. My boxers were soaked with my own juices and my clit was so hard under the base of the dildo I thought it might burst. But I managed to contain my baser instincts for now, and put my hand back on her gorgeous pussy. This time I did not tease her, I went directly to her entrance and slipped two fingers inside of her. With a little adjusting, I was able to reach her g-spot with my fingers as I ground my palm against her clit.

As she started to come, she once again sunk her teeth into my shoulder and her hand gripped more tightly to me. Thankfully, she had moved her hand off my cock, because she was gripping my leg so hard I knew I would have a hand-shaped bruise there in the morning. There are few things better in this world than the feeling of my girlfriend's pussy contracting on my fingers and the warm rush of her come filling my hand as she has an orgasm. Finally, her spasms slowed and I gently pulled my fingers out and replaced her underwear. Her entire body was limp, her head was rolled back, and her eyes were closed for the rest of the movie. The only time she moved was to whisper in my ear, "You're going to pay for that when we get home." I could not wait. __________________________________________________

Dinner is agonizing. I am so turned on that now I am the one who cannot sit still. I feel like I am about to explode. As she tells me about her week, all I can think about is getting home and fucking her until she screams. When dinner is over at last, I break the speed limit driving home. She just smiles and puts her hand on me. Slowly, she moves it up and down over the dildo where it rests on my leg. At this point, my thighs and stomach are so tense they hurt. I can feel my heartbeat in my clit. However, she is careful not to put too much pressure on the cock. Just enough to remind me that it is there. As if I needed a reminder. 

As we pull into our driveway, I have my seatbelt undone and my hand on the door handle before the car is in park. I fumble with the house keys and when I finally get inside I turn around and pin her to the door. I attack her lips with mine. It is not a gentle kiss. I suck her tongue, bite her lip, and press my body hard against hers. The cock rubs against her stomach and I can feel myself ramping up towards release. As I feast on her mouth, she runs her hands underneath my shirt and lightly scratches her nails down my back. I shiver and moan loudly. Next, she reaches down, unzips my pants, and sticks her hand through the zipper. She grips my cock and a couple sharp tugs free it from the confines of my boxers. The rigid length juts out proudly from my pants. The stiff cock a reflection of my own hard clit throbbing under the harness.

She strokes it a few times, grinding the base of the dildo into my sex. "Remember how I said I'd get you back for making me come during the movie?" I nod my head dumbly, too focused on my impending orgasm to really pay attention to what she is saying. "If you come before I say you can, we'll be done and I'll take care of myself tonight." That gets my attention. I hoarsely respond, "But babe, I'm so fucking close. There's no way I can hold out much longer." Dropping to her knees, she gazes up at me with an innocent expression. "In that case, I guess you're not going to get to fuck me." Then she takes the head of my cock into her mouth. 

My girlfriend gives the best blowjobs I have ever had. She knows that it is all about the show. There are few things sexier than looking down and watching her slide her tongue around the tip of the cock. Stroking its length and forcing it to rub against my throbbing center. Usually, I do not last long once she really gets going, but tonight there are dire consequences for coming early. As she wraps her arms around my waist and grabs my ass through my pants, it takes every ounce of willpower I have to not thrust the cock down her throat to relieve my aching clit. I toss my head back and lean over her to brace my arms against the door. My legs are shaking and I am not sure whether I will be able to stand for very much longer. 

The delicious pressure against me ceases and I look down to see why she has stopped. Once she knows she has my attention she resumes stroking me. "How badly do you want to come?" Desperately, voice hoarse with arousal, I plead, "Please let me come. I need to come so bad. I'll go crazy if I can't come soon." Right before she takes the dildo back into her mouth she says the magic words, "You can come." At her words, my entire body tenses and I explode. My come soaks my boxers and my hips thrust involuntarily against her mouth. When I regain consciousness of my surroundings, I am surprised that I am still standing. I look down at her as she pulls her mouth off my dick with a wet sounding pop. 

"That was hot, babe. I love making you come. But if you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to take care of myself anyway." At that, I growled and pulled her up into my arms. My lips, tongue, and teeth slid over her jaw and down her neck while I guided us backwards into the living room. When my legs hit the back of the couch, I spun around behind her and forced her to bend forward over it. As she bent over, her skirt lifted and I could see a huge wet spot that had formed on her sexy pink thong. She was so wet that the inside of her upper thighs was coated in her juices. I could smell the sweet fragrance of her arousal. My mouth watered. I knelt down behind her and slowly pulled her thong down her legs and over her high heels. 

Once I removed her panties, I was treated to a close-up view of her gorgeous pussy. Her sex was swollen and bright red, desperately in need of attention. Her clit was hard and peeking out from its hood. I could not resist taking a little taste of her. My tongue moved from the base of her engorged clit to her soaking entrance. I moaned into her pussy as I stuck my tongue inside her to get more of her musky, sweet come. Her vaginal walls contracted around my probing muscle and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm. "Oh fuck! Please, I want to come with your cock inside me." 

I jumped to my feet, gripped the base of the cock, and slid its thick length into her. She was so wet that I had no problem sinking it all the way in on the first stroke. I stilled my hips to allow her a moment to get used to the fullness. "Do you like that baby? Do you like my big cock inside you?" She moaned and replied, "God, it feels so fucking good." Then she started to rock her hips back into me, grinding the base of the dildo into my already sensitive clit. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her. The only things I could hear were her moans and skin slapping on skin. 

I leaned over her so I could angle the cock down and hit her g-spot. I knew I had found it when she screamed, "Oh, shit. Fuck! Right there! Don't stop!" I had no intention of stopping and I redoubled my efforts. I was pounding into her so hard my ass and thighs were burning with exertion. "Play with your clit, baby. I want you to come all over my cock." Her hand flew between her legs and I could feel them begin to shake as she got closer to the edge. She screamed out as she started to come and ground down firmly against me. Right as she was coming down from her first orgasm, I leaned over and bit the back of her neck. I could feel her coming again. Her vaginal walls clamping down so hard on my dick that pulling it out was becoming difficult. I continued pushing my length into her, knowing she could come at least once more. As she peaked for the third time, I let my own orgasm wash over me. 

I gently pulled the cock out of her and slid down to the floor, pulling her down with me. I leaned against the back of the couch and wrapped my arms around her. She gave a contented sigh and leaned her head back onto my shoulder. Nuzzling her neck, I murmured into her ear, "I love date night."



Date Night



She had really been looking forward to her date night with Sir. Spending hours getting herself ready and beautiful for him in giddy anticipation. He had told her to dress nice as they would be going to his favorite Italian restaurant downtown. She had never been there before but had seen pictures and couldn't wait. It was one of those places where the waiters dressed in tuxedos and spoke with accents. Strings of white lights hung overhead and ivy grew up the old, white walls. On clear nights, such as tonight, they would open up the canopy ceiling and you could see the stars above. It was truly a magical place and she couldn't wait to experience it with him. 

And so she put on her favorite black dress and the highest heels she had. Her beautiful dirty-blonde hair came down in waves over her shoulders. The diamond studs that Sir had given her sparkled brightly and only drew more attention to her beautiful grey-blue eyes. She was so happy. She smoothed out the fabric of the tight black pencil dress as she looked herself over in the mirror. Her hands ran over the curves of her body, caressing and fondling as if they were his hands moving across her. Cupping her breasts roughly; then sliding down and grabbing a hold of her tight ass. She let out a squeal of joy, came to her senses and went downstairs to wait for him. And so she stood by the door. Her panties already soaked from just the sheer thought of his touch. A grin stretched across her face from ear to ear. 

But that was then and this is now. Now she found herself, a few hours later, back home. Her nose just inches from the corner. Her lower lip was curled up in a pout and her hands clasped her shiny black clutch behind her. And except for a little smeared make-up, still looked stunning as when she left. 

She had been standing there for some time now. An hour, maybe. She wasn't sure. Her legs were tired and sore from standing. He had been exceptionally cruel and made her keep her heels on. She shifted her weight from side to side to wake up her legs but she made sure to keep her nose in the corner. That was one of Sir's rules. While in the corner she was not to speak, look around or take her nose away from the wall. She had tested him before on his rules, thinking she was being playful and cute. She regretted it then and most certainly didn't want to compound her punishment tonight. 

Behind her she heard him enter the room. His dress shoes tapped across the hardwood floor as he moved. She could hear him set something down on the dinning room table. Then the sound of him grabbing one of the chairs and violently dragging it across the floor out of the way. Her shoulders jumped up at the harsh sound. 

Normally, they played their little game. She would do something cute but naughty to illicit a spanking or punishment and he would bend her over his knee, pull down her pants gently and spank her soft bottom. His hand would rub across her bare cheeks at first and then give a few light taps on her skin to warm her up. And as his swats got gradually harder he would take a second to let her recover. Usually rubbing her rosy cheeks some more or letting his fingers drift between her legs and into her soaking wet pussy. The feeling of his fingers inside her would instantly take her to another place and she would forget completely the soreness from his strokes. 

But as she listened to him stalking across the room and dragging furniture around, she knew that tonight wasn't going to be that way. She knew that she had truly transgressed and tonight's punishment would not be as easy or pleasurable. 

"Turn around," His deep voice echoed throughout the large room. 

Slowly she began to turn around until she was facing him. Her eyes diverted downward. He quickly stepped up to her and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her head up and her eyes on him. His gaze was hypnotizing. Those deep, dark eyes seemed to stare right through her. Like he was reading all her dirty little sins right there in front of her. 

He spoke up again. This time in a whisper but his voice still filled with just as much authority. 

"Do you know what you did wrong?" 

She nodded her head, yes. This wouldn't do. His hand came up and gave her a quick but firm smack across the cheek. She let out a little cry, more out of shock than pain. 

There she was, standing dressed in her diamonds, high heels and her beautiful dress, and he was treating her like she was some trick off the street. 

She quickly regained her focus and with a slight attitude in her voice she answered him. 

"Yes, Sir." 

She could tell in his eyes right away that she had just made a big mistake. He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head down and dragged her across the room roughly. Her heels clicked loudly as she tried her best to hobble along in her tight dress. Bending her down across the dinning room table he began rolling up his sleeves. 

Her eyes widened as she lay there. In front of her sat a long, thin, wooden cane. She turned her head and pressed her cheek against the cold wooden table in order to see what he was up to. All she got was a quick smack on her right ass cheek, saying in no uncertain terms to turn back around. She quickly moved her head back, resting her forehead on the hard surface. 

His voice became loud once more as he moved around behind her. She did look stunning bent over the table like that. Her black dress had ridden up high, exposing her well toned thighs. The thin material was pulled tightly across her sweet round ass. 

"You know exactly what you did tonight that was wrong." 

With that he brought his hand down across her ass; hard. She jolted forward. 

"You drank too much and were a pain in the ass to all the staff at the restaurant tonight and most importantly, me!" 

Once again, his hand came down on her cheek with a smack! 

"I bring you out to one of my favorite restaurants in order to have a nice night out and you act like some spoiled rich kid. Well, little Miss, tonight you are going to learn that when you are a pain in the ass to me, I will make sure that you get some of it back."

He gripped the bottom of her dress and yanked it up over her ass cheeks, exposing her beautiful bottom. Sliding his hand under the strap of her lacy red panties, he twisted them around his fingers and pulled hard. They ripped off her body with a snap! The abrupt, sharp pain caused her to scream and jerk away but he quickly grabbed her by the hips and put her back in place. 

"Stick your ass up higher!", he ordered. 

She obeyed quickly and without a sound. She knew what he wanted from her. Arching her back and lifting her ass in the air seductively, she positioned herself nicely. Her bottom now a perfectly placed target for whatever was to come. 

She closed her eyes and mentally braced herself. There was a silence for a moment and then she heard a loud smack and her ass lit up like it was on fire. She jolted forward. 

"Fuck!", she exclaimed. That was definitely harder than he usually hit, at least to start off with. His hand came up and grabbed her by the hair once more, forcing her neck back and her head up. 

"Excuse me?", he growled. "Did you just cuss? You're getting punished because you weren't acting like a proper lady should and now you're cussing?" 

Releasing his grip on her hair he smacked her ass again. 

"Fine, lets start over then. You're going to get twenty. I want you to count each one out loud and finish with 'thank you Sir'. Do you understand?" 

She nodded yes. 

"Good", he replied. And with that his hand came down again hard. Another loud smack echoed throughout the room. She counted it out; "One, thank you Sir". Again his hand came down. "Two, thank you Sir". Again, and again, and again. Each time his swats became just a little bit harder. Just a little bit quicker. 

She could feel the tears welling up behind her eyes as she counted off the last ones. Smack! "Eighteen, thank you Sir"! Smack! "Nineteen, thank you Sir"! The final one came down with extreme force. Smack!!! Her body shot forward and she let out a cry of pain. Biting her lower lip, she tried to fight back the tears. 

"Twenty, thank you Sir!", she managed to choke out.

A long moment passed and the pain eventually started to subside. She could feel his hand rubbing softly across her throbbing bottom. It hurt a little but the gentle touch of his hand against her skin was soothing. 

In a soothing voice he spoke, "Very good, baby. You did very good. Your halfway there." 

Her eyes lit up. What did he mean, "halfway there?" Hadn't he said 20? And that's when it hit her. She had been so blinded by her current spankings that she completely forgot about the wooden cane just inches away from her nose. He reached down and lifted it from the table. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have been more specific." he said with an evil tone. "When I said that you were getting twenty swats, what I meant was, you would get twenty swats with my hand. Now you have twenty with my cane."

Hearing that, she almost burst into tears right there. She had felt his cane only once before but the memory was still fresh in her mind. Her hands slipped back and covered her bare bottom as if pleading for him to stop. But this little act got her nowhere as he simply grabbed hold of her hands and tossed them back onto the table at her side. 

"This time I want you to count them out and say, 'I'm sorry, Sir'. Are you ready?", he asked. She gripped the edges of the table and shook her head. "Yes, Sir."

He didn't pause. The cane came down across her already raw ass hard leaving a red streak across both cheeks. She shot forward as the stinging sensation washed across her body like a wave.

"One; I'm sorry Sir," she managed to choke out. The cane came down again. "Two; I'm sorry Sir." Tears started streaming down her face and she began to let out tiny gasps of air with each stroke. She wanted to bring her hands back and cover her bottom. She wanted to beg him to stop. But she knew better. It wouldn't do any good. He would simply throw her hands away again as if they were objects in his way and strike harder for her boldness. 

The pain started to become unbearable as the strokes of the cane started to meld into one continuous, white-hot streak of pain. She stopped counting aloud. She couldn't speak anymore through her gasps and cries. But he didn't stop. Her tears streaked across her cheeks and down into her mouth which was locked open in a frozen expression of pain and regret. She could taste the salty regret as it filled her mouth. 

Finally, the last stroke came down. The room went completely silent except for her rhythmic sobbing. The wooden cane fell onto the hardwood table in front of her with a 'clack'. Her hands slowly worked their way back to her beaten ass to try and cover it up from any further punishment like a child would. But it was too sore. The second her fingers touched the skin she felt a pain shoot across her body. She could feel the welts left by the cane already raised up. Her makeup smeared across her face from her tears, she sat there sobbing. He stood there in silence, watching her. This beautiful, elegant women, dressed up in her finest cloths, ass exposed and welted and crying like a teenage girl. 

Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring and his voice telling her not to move. He moved into the foyer and opened the door. She could hear someone's voice. It sounded like a young girl but she couldn't tell as the voice was very soft. Then she heard him say, "come in" and her heart began to race. Surely he wasn't going to let anyone see her like this. Was he? 

The pair of footsteps began to creep closer until she could hear their voices clearly in the room. She didn't move her body but turned her head to see who the new person was. And when she saw she gasped and turned her face away. 

It was Sarah. A young girl from one of the local colleges who pet-sit while they were away. She could hear the young girl let out a giggle when she saw her laid across the table with her ass exposed and red. The girl spoke up in an almost mocking tone. 

"Hello Miss Steele." She couldn't respond. Her face went too blush with embarrassment. 

His voice corrected the young girl. "No, no Sarah. Tonight she is not Miss Steele. You see, she's been acting like a little brat lately so I've decided to teach her a lesson. One that I hope she will remember this time."

She felt his hand on her hair once again as he pulled her off of the table and pushed her to the floor on her hands and knees. Grabbing the bottom of her dress he hiked it up the rest of the way around her waist so she could move her legs freely. He then placed a collar around her neck and attached a leash to the ring in the front. He then continued his speech. 

"Tonight you can refer to her as 'Bitch'. She is to remain on all fours and be treated as any other dog that you watch over." He handed the Sarah the leash. She could see a smile wash across the young girl's face. 

He lowered himself to the ground so he could speak at her level. He cupped her face in his hands and spoke slowly. "Since I can't bring you out with me anymore I've decided to spend the night with the guys. I'll be back in a few hours when we're done. You are not to speak. If you get hungry or thirsty you know where the dog bowls are in the kitchen. If you need to go pee then Sarah will let you out back." 

And with that he stood up and started walking out of the room. 

Stopping at the doorway he turned back around as if he had forgotten something. 

"Oh and one more thing, Sarah. If she acts up just give her a few nice swats with a newspaper. In fact, I'll make you a deal. I'll give you ten extra dollars for every time you find that you need to do it."

The front door opened and closed and the house fell silent. She looked up at the young girl in embarrassment to see what her expression was. The girl just smiled at this classy woman having been reduced to a dog. She gave a pull on the leash and spoke the words: "Heel Bitch."



Date Night



It was Saturday night, our weekly date night. This week it was his choice of restaurant and movie. We ended up going to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner. A fun and playful atmosphere with really good food and TV's everywhere. We ordered food and drinks and I ended up getting a little tipsy and a little frisky. I took off one of my heels and started running my foot up and down Aron's leg, from his knee all the way up to his crouch. Every time I'd get close to his dick, he'd make this funny "stop it" face and grab my foot.

I knew he liked it, because when we left he smacked my ass and whispered in my ear, "Now you get to finish what you started."

When we got to the theatre, he picked a movie he thought no one would be in, while I went to the bathroom and then bought some snacks. I knew they wouldn't be eaten but what the hell, I figured, he's paying. We got to our theatre and luckily there were only a handful of people in it and they were sitting down in the front. So we picked seats that were in the upper section but not too far up. 

It wasn't a bad movie, but I knew it wasn't one that we'd come back to see anytime soon. About 15 minutes into the movie, I put my legs across his lap. He starts rubbing them when he realizes how cold they are, guess that's what I get for wearing a skirt. He slowly inches his way up my thigh. I get the hint and without looking over at him, I part my legs just enough to let his hand "wander" farther up. He realizes that I'm not wearing any underwear. I planned ahead for this by taking them off when I went to the restroom before getting the snacks. He teases my pussy while never taking his eyes off the movie screen. 

As he is teasing my pussy, I am trying to keep a straight face and not make any noise. I finally can't take it anymore and act like I drop something onto the floor. I get in front of him and unzip his pants. I see that he's still hard from my playing with him at dinner. I put his rock hard dick into my mouth and look up at him to see him close his eyes and try not to let a moan escape his lips. He grips the arm rest and whispers my name. He's getting closer to coming and this time I want him in my pussy.

He pulls my hair and I know he wants the same thing as me. As I stand up I pull my skirt up a little. Not wearing underwear makes things a lot easier. He puts the armrests up and I straddle him and slowly lower onto his dick. I bury my face in his shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly as I ride him. It's too much for him to take so he lays me across the seat and slowly fucks me. It turns us both on further to know that we could be caught at any time, but we don't care. After what seems like forever he leans down and whispers that he's going cum and asks me if I'm ready. I nod yes b/c I'm scared to open my mouth, I might yell out of pure pleasure. He reaches down and finds my clit and plays with it as he fucks me faster. He looks at me and I look at him. I hook my legs around his waist and pull him closer, making his cock push deeper into my wet pussy. He catches my moan with his mouth as we both get closer to coming.

He fucks me as hard as he can and we orgasm together. We kiss as we come down from our orgasms. My pussy is still twitching and his dick is pulsing rapidly. He pulls out of me slowly and helps me sit up. He fixes himself and sits back in his seat. I pull down my skirt just as the movie's credits start to roll. We look at each and start to laugh, close call, even for us. We compose ourselves as we walk out of the theatre. We get to the car and I'm already thinking of how I can top this for next weekend.



Date Night



She finally got it on the third attempt, her door keys clamped between her teeth, her fingers reddening from dragging all six carrier bags up the stairs. Somewhere inside the apartment, the buzzer sounded. A few seconds later there was the sound of a chair creaking across wood and then, Sven's face, startled.

"Mimi. Oh, you should have called; I would have come down and helped you. Here, give me them."

"Thgnghs." Mimi pulled her hand forward and let the twisted plastic drop over her boyfriend's outstretched hand. Her keys fell into her palm and she picked up the rest of the shopping. "Ugh. I saw the lift was out of order and it was freezing outside so I just came up. Don't worry. Job's done."

"Well, next time, I'll go, okay? You should have said, I would have come and helped."

"I knew you were working and I parked in the basement. I wasn't about to schlep around the front with all this. Blowing a gale out there." Mimi heaved the last of the bags onto the dining table, sending oranges rolling across the scarred wood. "How's it going?"

"Good." Sven pulled open a cupboard, nodding, lining up the cans so they all faced the same way. " I mean, there's only so much you can do with advertising bleach, isn't there?

Mimi smiled. "I suppose. You're doing the tin thing again." She pulled open the fridge, offloading the armful of groceries into it.

Sven pouted, looking up at his handiwork, "Just being neat. Don't you think they look better? That way you can see what you're eating."

Mimi shook her head, manoeuvring yoghurt pots and butter, "You're crazy, you know that? Oh, I bought you that beer you like, it's in the bag, for the hockey this weekend."

"Ah, great. What about this?" Sven picked up a smaller, blue bag his face questioning.

"Just some tape. Well actually, a lot of tape. I know you've been thinking about it, so..." Mimi flew across the kitchen and plucked a roll of the silver tape from the bag. "That's for later." She kissed him on the cheek and pinched his waist playfully.

"Internet history." Sven sighed leaning back against the counter, the blood rising in his cheeks.

"Yup." Mimi closed the fridge with her hip, grinning, "And we talked about it ages ago. I mean, only if you want, you know that. Converting fantasy to reality is a big thing -- pass me that rice -- and you know, sticky."

"Yep." The man nodded, handing Mimi the final blue box from a bag. "Cute that you thought about it." He shrugged. "Feel kind of bad about the porn now, though." He winced, "Like I should have said something."

Mimi laughed, "Calm down. We all have our fantasies. No big deal, babe. Just...you know...I don't mind. So long as you're not replacing me with it or end up addicted I think you're safe. I know you're not in the throes of some life draining porn addiction." Her fingers curled around his shoulder, squeezing, reassuring him. "Though, I'd like to be included sometimes." Her mouth pressed against his cheek again and she smiled, sinking back down onto the flats of her feet.

"Oh, now you see, that's just made it worse and now I feel like a twat." He curled his arms around her. "You're so good to me."

"Well," Mimi looked up at him and shrugged, a sigh coming from her long and steady, her palms flattening over his arms. "I know."

"Ha ha." Sven's laugh was louder than he'd intended, spurred on by relief and, if he was honest, a fear of just how normal she made him feel. "I have work to do."

Mimi watched him, "And you're still horribly embarrassed about your heavy bondage kink. I'm just trying to pull it out of you." She raised an eyebrow.

"I know and I like that. I like that you are, that I'm becoming better the longer I'm with you. I like myself at last."

"Good!" Mimi laughed, kissing him again, "I don't think you're so bad either."

"Oh really?" he raised an eyebrow and pulled her against him, laughing.

"You have work to do." Mimi said, trying to be serious and failing.

"I do." Sven said, "Ugh, I do. On a Saturday too, but I really need to get this done. You busy later, maybe we could go out? I hear that new Italian place is pretty good."

Mimi nodded. "If you like. I'm just going to be here, reading. Do you want coffee? I'm making tea."

"No, I'm fine." He said, "Here. You sit down; I'll make you this. You've been out all morning and you didn't get home 'til nearly twelve last night. You need to sit, kitten."

"Thank you." Mimi squeezed his shoulder and trotted over to the sofa, pulling a thick, turquoise book from the table. "Honestly, I think it's worse when I work more; I can never sleep. That launch yesterday was pretty dry. You didn't miss anything. I was just running about trying to make sure the journos were being nice. I think people will like it, though." She said, sinking into the cushions, "You'd read a book about crossing Africa on a motorbike, wouldn't you?"

"Ha. If I had the time I would." Sven planted the steaming cup on the coffee table and turned back toward his desk. "Hell, if I had the time, I'd do it." He grinned.

Mimi laughed, "Well maybe it's best that you don't then. Might get ideas."

"Just might." He slid into his chair and picked up some earphones. "I think I should be done by seven."

Mimi nodded, "Great."

"I'll take you. This summer if you like," Sven said, taking a gulp from the cup in front of him. "Alec has fixed the boat. She's good as new, apparently. We don't even have to catch them." He grinned.

"Good. I mean about the catching, not your brother fixing the boat. Though, that's nice. I've still not seen Rivaz in the summer." Mimi said, "And yes, I'd rather the fish were living. How was yours?" Mimi asked, eyeing the skeletal remains of what had been some fruit and caramel creation that neither of them had heard of.

"Great. They were pretty inventive with the ice cream too, I noticed."

"They were. And it was delicious." Mimi gestured toward a waitress, mimed writing in the air. That strange universal symbol that made sense in every country one could wish to travel to.

"Ready to go?" she wriggled her eyebrows, her foot grazing his ankle under the table. "We can take the route home through the park. Walk nice and slow." She dropped her spoon against the tiny gelato dish in front of her. "Come on. Like the old days, back when we first dated. It seems like an age since we played, sweetie."

Sven nodded, "Haha. The way you're talking makes me feel very old: It's not that long ago." He leant forward, running his finger around the dish in front of her.

"I told you, you should have had some." she said. The waitress Mimi had called planted a small silver tray in front of them and Mimi flipped it open, dropping a couple of notes onto the tray.

"Wait, do you want me to pay?" Sven said, his hand reaching into his pocket. "Let me."

Mimi smiled, tilting her head to the side. "No." she said, "My treat. You can get the next one." 

"What? When we go to L'Orangerie and you order oysters and champagne, you mean?"

Mimi laughed, "Don't be silly. You know I don't eat oysters. Come on, grab your coat."

"So," Sven focused on pulling the collar of his jacket up then draped an arm around Mimi. "Do you think I should shave for this? I know in theory it's hot but the reality could just be messy and painful and...awkward." He grimaced.

"I did think of that." Mimi said, side stepping a crowd of Friday night drinkers sharing cigarettes. "But, I found some bondage tape in that sex shop in town that sells all the fancy leather gear and tiny underwear. Sticks to itself, in theory, at least. Can't believe I've not tried it before." She shrugged. "This will very much be a trial run, so don't be getting too excited." She nudged him, grinning. "If it doesn't work then I'll just have to tape you to something and have my way with you."

"Okay, I think I can live with that. What about scissors? Do you still have those medical ones?"

Mimi sighed, "It's like it's not even your job to maintain the toybag, isn't it? Of course." She said, "They should be in the pouch with the wipes and first aid kit."

"Right. Sorry. I didn't check, just folded up the rope before. I'm pretty sure they're in there. It's been a while."

Mimi nodded, "Way too long. But it's back now, that yearning to have you like that; tied up and nowhere to go." She laced her fingers into his. "Maybe I should up the pace on things a little? Enforce weekly checks on the toybag, make sure everything is in order." She eyed him up and down, made him look away, coy and then grinned herself.

"If you'd like to. I'd like it, it would give me more of a focus." He said, "I feel like..." there was a pause and Mimi looked up, watching his face, his eyes scanning the traffic ahead, lost in thought. "It feels like I need this more and more to feel centred." He said, the words rushing out before him as an icy breath in the night.

"Oh." Mimi smiled, turning to him, looking up, "You have no idea how you make me feel when you say that." She smiled, her palms flat against the heavy wool of his jacket. "Full of butterflies." She blushed.

"Really?" Sven said, only vaguely annoyed that he was still surprised, "You like it?" he asked, "sometimes, I'm scared that I'm a drain on you."

"Oh shut up. Stop this!" Mimi's brow furrowed. "Just because someone else once tolerated this doesn't mean I do or I will. Admittedly, there are things we don't have in common but it doesn't mean I don't still love you to death, sweetie. I will more than just tolerate this. I love it. I love you and I keep saying over and over; about how much I am so happy and nervous when I'm with you. I'm shocked about how it has never gone away, that warmth in my chest when I see you, when I know you're with me. I have never felt safer."

"Good. Yes." He scooped her up and held her against him, his jaw pressed against her hair. "Thank you. I love you."

"You too." She pushed herself upward on tiptoe and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Come on."

They fell back to walking again, hand in hand through the streets, past neon lit bars and silent shop windows, full of promises. "Sky's clear tonight. Lots of stars."

Mimi laughed pushing him against graffitied shutters, her mouth inches away from his, "Fuck the stars." She kissed him harder this time, as though trying to prove what she had said, words being smaller than actions. There was no doubt then, to him, that there was any way at all that she had been lying or what she had meant was just words.

"I don't know if I can wait." Sven dumped the keys in a glass dish by the front door and kicked off his boots, watching Mimi snatch the bag of tape off the counter. "It's back, babe."

"Never went away." Mimi curled her hand into his and, laughing, pulled him down the step and into the bedroom. "You know damn well we needed this. Just got lost, that's all."

He sank beneath her, laughing and pulling her close, peppering her neck with kisses. "Christ, I want you tonight. You smell so good."

"Hmm." She kicked off her shoes, letting him, "I know you want me." Her hand landed flat against his chest and she began popping buttons on his shirt. "You are needy tonight."

"What?" he pulled back, eyes wide. "Sorry, I-"

"No." another kiss hit his mouth, the words squeezing between them. "It's hot. I meant, good needy. Horny. Just as I want you. So hot."

"Yes, yes. Please." He laughed and watched her slide off the bed, pulling the bag open. "So then," Sven nodded toward the bag. "What'cha got?" he grinned.

"Well," Mimi flopped next to him and crossed her legs. "There's actual tape, which could get messy. Then this shiny black stuff, what I was telling you about. Bought it in pink, too." She let the rolls of tape fall onto the bed and raised an eyebrow. "You ready?" Mimi leant forward, her hand edging up his thigh, stopping between his legs with just enough pressure to make him groan. She laughed. "Well?"

Sven nodded, "Yes. Please, Ma'am. Please."

"Oh, "Mimi raised an eyebrow, "We're on Ma'am, already, are we?" she leant forward and kissed him, her head against his chest. "Kidding, sweetheart, don't look so worried." Another kiss and she sat back up, hooking the tape onto her wrist like bangles. She set them on the side table and watched him, a low moan coming from her as she crawled toward him. Wordless, she began popping the remaining buttons from his shirt and let it fall to the floor. His t-shirt followed and after that, her greedy fingers worked at his belt and the denim beneath them just as he was used to. He tried to help, but she pushed his hands away, giggling.

"Mine." She whispered. Sven laughed low and let her work, the blood crackling electric through him. "Just what I was looking for." She grinned as his cock sprang free from his underwear. She bent low, her tongue darting out, running over the tender flesh. A groan followed and he pressed his fingers into her arm, breathing her name into the sheets.

"Maybe I'm just going to tape up the important bits first." Mimi sat up, "You can make yourself useful by getting the scissors from the kit bag and then standing here, near enough to the bed so I can move you to it once I've done your arms, pet.

Sven nodded, his legs swinging off the bed. "Of course." He knelt by the wardrobe and pulled the shears from the pocket, where he'd remembered putting them and then, as requested handed them to Mimi.

"Thank you." She said, placing them on the bedside. "Now, arms down by your sides." Her hand splayed out over his chest, calming him. "There. I'm going to do a band around your torso first. Pretty wide, so you can't be reaching out." She picked up the black reel of tape and pulled it out, holding it flat across the top of Sven's arm and arcing around him, spiralling downward. She cut a neat line then stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Then, another section around your legs." She mused, "Maybe some over your mouth." Her fingers cupped his jaw as she moved him and then sank back down to snip the ribbon of tape. "Okay, move backward slowly." She directed him back, with tiny baby steps and then sat him on the edge of the bed.

"Christ." The word was barely audible but still loud enough for Mimi to hear. She looked up.

"You okay?"

Sven nodded, "Yes. More, way more than just okay." He laughed, nervous, blushing, feeling like a fool for liking it so much.

"Good." Mimi kissed him, her hand moving under his knees. "Now lift up your legs so I can do them. Keep your ankles together." She ordered. "That's it. Feet flat on the bed." She pulled another length of the tape out and began winding it around the man's calves, watching his toes dig into the sheets. "Calm, sweetie. I know you're excited." She rubbed his thigh and he moaned, wriggling against the covers.

"I know, I know." He exhaled louder and closed his eyes, trying to centre himself, to quell the blood that thundered at his temples and ached between his legs. He moaned, opening his eyes again and, as if she knew it, Mimi stretched and pulled her hair free, right on cue, it falling in a curtain around her face.

"What?" her eyes glittered and Sven laughed, pressing his face into to cool pillows. He couldn't have planned it better himself. If it had been an ad he would have put the flowing curtains and the rising music right there. But of course, he couldn't -- he was taped up and laid out on the bed, feeling like every drop of blood in his body had moved south.

"So pretty Ma'am. Your hair, I-this-you-I, um..." he shook his head, the words missing, grunting clumsily at her. "Kiss me." He asked, "Please."

"Hang on, nearly done." Mimi wrapped the tape around the middle of his thighs, in thick, repeating bands and cut it neatly, pushing it downward and sliding the shears back onto the bedside. "Okay?" she asked, standing and pushing her hair off her shoulders, pulling off her top.

"Fine. As good as I can be in this situation." He laughed, "Baby, come here, please." He begged, "I need you."

"I can see that." Mimi winked and undid the zip on her trousers. "Next time I think I might use another colour." She laughed, lying down next to him. Rubbing the exposed flesh on his belly. "I couldn't ask for a better gift." She leant forward and kissed him, her hair falling around them. "So hungry." She laughed. "Greedy boy." She planted a kiss on his shoulder and beneath her, Sven moaned.

"Now, I know you've not much choice." She said, "But how could I resist playing with you tonight. You'd like that, I'm sure."

"Yes." He said, "Yes I would. Please, Ma'am."

"Well then." She straddled him and leant backward, her hand reaching out in the shadows, curling around his cock. Without moving, she watched his face, her eyes flickering over his lips and then, twisted, just a little too hard, giggling as his brow creased like crumpled paper and the air hissed through his teeth. She loosened her grip and went back to stroking him, in long, slow movements, rocking gently against his belly.

"Are you comfortable where you are?" she asked, her hand still moving, watching him.

"Yes, Ma'am." He answered, his voice breathier, stuck in his throat.

"Good. It's not a trick question," she smiled, "I need you to be comfortable." She twisted around, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're going to lick me. No hands to help you, either." She said, "Just that pretty mouth of yours against my clit. Your tongue pressed against my pussy."

His cock twitched and Sven nodded, "Yes. Please." He licked his lips hungrily.

"Good." Mimi leant forward and kissed him hard on the mouth, "The next time I do that, I want to be able to taste myself on you, lick my juices from your lips." her hand brushed his cheek, "Be enthusiastic, darling."

She moved over him, her vulva inches from his mouth, and the breath against her skin making her shiver. She laughed, desire and nerves slick in her stomach, watching his cock twitch again, Mimi bit her lip.

"Stick your tongue out." She said, looking down, watching his breaths begin to even out as he focused on his task. Sven did as he was told, his tongue pushing against the familiar, soft folds, breathing her in.

"Just gentle at first. Hold still and I will warm up, grind my clit against your tongue, pet."

She felt his head move beneath her and she smiled to herself, her body shivering, moving her hips in slow, circles and then faster, the nub of flesh tingling against his tongue. She sank against him, letting his mouth press against her.

"Oh, Christ, I love you like this." She leant back against the headboard, letting him work between her thighs, drinking in the vision of him immobile beneath her. "Harder, baby. A little higher." She leant forward, her belly getting heavy, and pressed her fingers into his thighs, urging him on. He worked harder then, lapping at her engorging flesh, his mouth pressed against her slick folds, just as she had shown him, desperate to make her happy, to feel her moan and spasm against his mouth. Sven tried to reach, his back arching only to find that she pulled further away the more he stretched. The weight in his gut intensified and he let out a moan of frustration. "Please." He sighed, no longer caring that he sounded greedy, he wanted her to know just how much he wanted it. "Please come on me." He twisted his head and kissed her thigh.

"You." Mimi twisted around and kissed him on the mouth, "You're so cute." She smiled, "and you taste like pussy." Another kiss followed and she pushed his mouth open, lying flat against him. "I want you to hurt a little more for me. You can do that, can't you?" Mimi ran her hands through his hair and kissed him on the cheek, " So many times before, you've done this." She pulled the familiar pouch filled with clothes pegs from the toybag and sat up. "Our old friends." She smiled, stroking his cheek with her finger.

"Oh." Sven watched, his chest heaving as she moved backward and leant next to his thigh, parallel with his aching cock. "Oh, please. I don't know if I can. I want it, I want it I do but-"




Date Night



"Hey, calm down." Mimi rubbed this thigh. "You're sinking, sweetheart. And I know you want it." She leant forward and licked the underside of his cock again, making it twitch back to life. "You know how I want it. How happy it makes me." She said, her voice soothing, her fingers soft against his skin. He nodded, looking down at her. "There, you see." She watched a smile curl upward on his face and then, shook a few of the pins out in front of her. "Just a few." She said, "Just so I can watch you wriggle. You know how wet that gets me." Mimi looked up; watching her boyfriend try to regulate his breathing, focus his eyes on something other than the clothespin she was about to attach to him. He winced as the tiny, plastic ridges sank against the tender flesh of his testicles. Much to his surprise, the heat in his chest only flared further as he watched Mimi's face twist into delight, the ache in his crotch was irrelevant, he thought; there wasn't much he wouldn't do to see her like that.

"Another?" she said, though he knew it wasn't really a question wherein he had a choice. He nodded, regardless, playing the game for her. "Perfect." She watched him wriggle, another grunt coming from him and then leant forward, taking his cock in her mouth. Sven moaned and looked up awkwardly, watching her move between his thighs, the chaos in his head dissipating, being replaced by nothing but the rising tension tightening within him. He sank back, breathing hard, focusing on nothing but the feel of her mouth around him, of her greedy tongue working at the tip, pulling every move that she knew sent him crazy. He smiled to himself and moaned again, his cheek pressed into the pillow.

"Uhh...uhh," he gasped, "Babe, I'm going to come."

"You are?" she looked up, her breath painfully close to the saliva slicked flesh.

"Yeah. May I?" he asked, "Can I come?" the tension was agonizing. "Please?"

Mimi laughed, pulling the clothes pins away from the reddened flash, twisting on purpose. "Desperate, aren't you?" she said. Sven nodded.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good." She crawled onto him and turned his face toward her own, " That makes two of us."

He laughed and then, his eyes grew wide as she sank back onto him, using the twisted tape as makeshift handles, her fingers pressed into him as she moved, slow and then, faster abandoning herself to the feel of him inside of her and the vision of his face twisted in pain and his aching cock seared into the dark behind her eyes. She angled herself backward, leaning on her thighs, moving slower, her fingers sliding over her clit.

"So beautiful." She leant forward, leaning on her free arm and kissed him on the mouth, moaning into him, not sure if she wanted to take everything from him or give him everything she had, love erupting in her chest. "My desperate fuck toy." She rubbed harder, sitting up, watching as he shook under her, bucking and shuddering suddenly as he came, trying to hold back and failing. She moved quicker then, spurred on by the feel of him inside of her, by his desire and the need that burned in his eyes and simmered on his skin. She spread her hands against him, like two white starfish on the inky tape, her hips moving quickly, her eyes closed.

Through heavy lidded eyes and the strange fog of subspace and orgasm and immobility, Sven watched her, convinced that he had never seen her more perfect than when she was leant over him, coming, moaning against him in loud, starting breaths. Finally she fell forward and lay still against him, her legs sprawled over him. "Too perfect." Mimi sat up and reached for the scissors. "You okay? Still feeling things?"

Sven nodded drunkenly and watched her gently snip the tape off his torso. "I think." He laughed, as though drunk, "Yes." Mimi brushed his hair from his face and gently pulled the ribbons of latex away. "Sorry if I catch you, pup. Try and sit up if you can." She planted her hand on his shoulder and helped him upward. "There." He sat back against the headboard and smiled, kissing her gently on the mouth. "That was...oh...uh...so good." He breathed the words, closing his eyes as he spoke. "Thank you."

Mimi nodded, "It's okay, baby, " Her arms coiling around him, the sweat and endorphins pulling them together. She rubbed his back, soothing him, finishing as she had begun, her mouth pressed against his shoulder. "Let me do your legs." Sven nodded and she slid back, running the scissors into the space between his legs, breaking the thin casing open, her hands running over his flesh. "You need to shake out now." Mimi laughed, "Make sure you're still fully functional."

Sven raised an eyebrow, stretching. "I'm only just getting words back." He laughed. "I'll get us some water. You need anything else?"

Mimi shook her head. "No. Be careful. Go slow. Will you be okay?"

"I think so." The man dug his feet into the rug by the bed and stood, stretching, tiny bones clicking as he moved. "There. You see." He spread his arms out and grabbed a towel from a chair. "Here. For you, my darling. Back soon." He leant forward and kissed her, walking naked toward the kitchen.

As time went on, Sven found he could deal with subspace better, panic less, trust his body -- and the woman in control of it -- more. The realisation made him content. The thought of no longer being ashamed by his desires making his heart flip in his chest and pride curl itself into a smile, pushing at his cheeks; He was reaching a point where, at last, everything seemed to be okay.

"Happy?" Mimi took a glass from him, gulping the water quickly. "Need a towel?" she gestured toward the towel on the bed then patted the space next to her. "Cuddles."

The man nodded, placing his own emptied glass on the nightstand and lay sprawled on the bed, his head pressed against her chest. "Happily." He drawled, kissing the soft flesh. "Can I just stay here forever?"

Mimi laughed, running her hand through his hair. "For now. You know I like you like this." She sank down next to him, her hand still running over his belly, pushing the sheets away, her leg hooked over his. "You need to sleep." She said, her voice rising.

Sven nodded, his eyes closed. "Was that an order or a question?" He said.

"A little of both." Mimi answered. "I'm turning the light off. We can just cuddle in the dark if you like. No rush tomorrow." She whispered, rubbing his arm. "Sunday tomorrow."

"Good." He said, looking up, kissing her hand. "Love you." He looked up and she kissed him on the mouth, her hand resting gently around him, protective.

"Love you." She echoed, watching him stretch out, curling his arm around her. She leant over and the dark consumed them both.



Date Night



This is my first story submission to Literotica. All comments appreciated. 

-Mindventure



Claire Dailey applied just a hint of lip gloss and examined her work in the makeup mirror. She liked what she saw. Tonight was date night. Without fail, every other Wednesday was date night with her husband Ryan. The three or four hours spent together were intended to be a departure from the routine, an opportunity to explore the unusual. The focal point was always sex.

Claire and Ryan took extra care to keep date night as exciting as possible by having sex in unusual places and in unusual ways. Since they both understood that date night might lead them into the unknown, they always felt a sense of heightened anticipation that often began early in the day.

Claire had been thinking about their date for most of the morning and was already aroused. She didn't know exactly how tonight would unfold, but she knew it would more than meet her expectations. By early afternoon she had worked herself into such a state that she was forced to relieve a little of the pressure with her vibrator.

It was now just past dark. Ryan had called earlier and said he was hung up in a meeting and would meet her at O'Malley's bar. They both liked O'Malley's. It was dark, served great drinks and good pub food, and had several small, intimate, horseshoe-shaped booths.

The last time they had been to O'Malley's, Ryan had sent Claire to the ladies room with instructions to return with her panties in her purse. She had complied and he proceeded to bring her to orgasm with one hand while calmly sipping his martini with the other. Fortunately, the music at O'Malley's was soft enough to permit conversation but loud enough to distort the involuntary sounds Claire made as her arousal escalated. Even so, the bartender had given her a strange look as Ryan's probing fingers pushed her over the top and she let out a muffled cry. Later that night they had finished what they started on the top row of bleacher seats at the deserted high school football field.

With the O'Malley's incident in mind, Claire had selected tonight's ensemble with great care. She unfastened one more button of her blouse to reveal a little more cleavage and then gave herself a careful inspection in the full length mirror. Claire decided she was properly made up and properly attired for whatever Ryan had in mind. The effect she had created was exactly what she wanted – understated sexuality that revealed just enough to be alluring and held the promise of pleasures soon to be enjoyed.

After a final twirl in front of the full-length mirror, she left the house and climbed into her van. After a quick stop at the Market to pick up a few things that she and Ryan might need later, Claire would meet him at O'Malley's and date night would get underway.

***

The stranger couched down in the seat of his car parked across the street and two doors down from the Dailey residence. It was a clear early fall night. The stickiness of summer was gone and this evening's temperature was moderate. Perfect for what he had in mind. The full moon drove him to select his vantage point with care. He had chosen well and was nicely concealed under a lofty elm tree that extended out over the street. He needed to be able to observe but could not afford to be seen.

He studied Claire in her porch light as she locked up the house and crossed the yard to the van. He had been observing her for a long time. Knew her habits and appreciated her good looks. Tonight she was stunning. And tonight was the night. All his preparations would converge and, with a little good luck, he would bring his plan to fruition. He allowed Claire to get all the way to the end of the block and make a turn before he started his car and followed her at a safe distance. After a few blocks, she pulled into the Market parking lot. He parked his car a few slots away and waited quietly until Claire entered the store.

As soon as she was inside, the stranger made his way to the van and climbed inside. He knew it would be unlocked. His observations had revealed that Claire rarely locked her car doors. A dangerous practice that had led him to devise the plan he would carry out tonight. He had been in the van many times and knew his way around. The van had four captain's chairs in front and a back seat in the rear that folded down into a bed. He quickly lowered the rear seat into the configuration that best suited his plan and then popped the cover on the dome light to remove the bulb.

After a quick check of the rest of the interior, he left the van and approached the Market. He needed to make one last confirmation before he set his plan in motion. If Claire made only a small purchase, he was in luck. She would most likely enter the van on the driver's side and drop her items on the passenger seat. If she bought enough to fill several bags, she would probably load them into the van through the side or rear door and he would have to postpone everything until another opportunity presented itself.

The stranger could see Claire through the store windows. As inconspicuously as possible, he followed her movement down the isles. He liked what he saw. She had on a modest skirt that ended just above her knees. She was wearing black patterned hose that accentuated her shapely legs. Her blouse was a loose affair worn outside the skirt. From the movement inside the blouse, he guessed she was not wearing a bra. She had completed her outfit with a pair of serious come-fuck-me shoes that had very high heels and ankle straps. But the best news of all was the hand basket she was carrying. That meant only a few purchases.

He had seen all he needed to see. He walked as calmly as possible back to his car. Nonchalance was difficult to maintain. His excitement that everything was on track for tonight was nearly overwhelming. Inside his car, he removed his outer shirt and the ball cap he'd been wearing. He was now totally dressed in black. He grabbed a small satchel from the seat beside him, locked his car, and crossed the short distance to Claire's van. He entered quickly and removed a handgun and ski mask from the satchel. With the mask in place and the gun in hand, he crouched down behind the driver's seat to await Claire's return.

***

Several minutes later, the driver's door opened.

"Damned dome light," Claire muttered as she climbed up into the seat. She dropped her purchases onto the passenger seat and began fishing around for her keys. Another bad habit. Most women had caught on to the practice of having their keys ready before approaching their cars in the dark.

After a moment or two, he heard the keys jingle as she pulled them from her purse. Tossing the purse into the seat with her purchases, Claire started the van. The stranger remained tightly crouched behind her seat. When she looked back over her shoulder to back out of the parking space, she saw nothing amiss. Her final mistake was to point her car toward the exit at the far end of the parking lot. There were very few lights and no other cars at that end.

When the intruder judged Claire was out near the fringes of the lot, he pressed the muzzle of his gun behind her ear and said, "Keep driving. Don't do anything stupid and you won't get hurt."

Claire let out a yelp of surprise and applied the brakes.

"Keep moving!"

"All right! All right! Claire cried and let up on the brakes. "What do you want? I'll give you all the money I have!"

Just keep driving," he ordered. "Take the exit to the traffic light and then turn left onto the highway. Don't try to attract any attention."

"What do you want with me?"

"Just drive." His voice was raspy, like he had an old throat injury.

Claire did as she was told and eased the van into the traffic flow on the highway that was the main artery out of town. Within a few minutes they would be in a sparsely populated area north of town with nothing ahead but farmland and woods.

A filling station and Quick Mart loomed up ahead in the dark.

"Can't we just pull into that station ahead? I'll give you my purse and you can have the van. Just let me go."

"That's not what I have in mind. Keep driving."

"I'm supposed to be meeting my husband for a drink right now. He'll be worried when I don't show up. He'll call the police."

"Where we're going, the police are no threat."

Within seconds the Quick Mart was a fading oasis of safety receding in Claire's mirrors. There were no more streetlights or commercial establishments. Private residences were widely separated and most were situated well back from the highway.

Claire's abductor was still crouched behind the driver's seat. She could see nothing in her rearview mirror except for a gloved hand holding the revolver to her head.

"Pull over here," the stranger ordered. Claire slowed and eased the van onto the shoulder. Maybe he was going to let her go, she thought. When the van had come to a complete stop, her abductor reached around and removed the grocery sack and her purse from the passenger seat. Claire felt the van shift slightly on its suspension and suddenly he was sitting sideways on the passenger seat facing her.

She could see very little in the glow from the instrument panel. He was dressed in dark clothing and had a ski mask pulled over his face. She had the sudden thought that the mask was good news. If he intended to kill her, he probably wouldn't have bothered to conceal his identity. She could see the revolver clearly. It was trained steadily at her midsection.

"Get back on the highway and keep driving," he ordered, "and stay just below the speed limit." 

Seeing little alternative, Claire once again did as ordered. There was no traffic so within seconds she was back up to speed and heading farther out into unpopulated territory. Claire knew that the next town was miles ahead. Perhaps he was taking her there for some reason. They continued on in silence for several minutes.

"There's a dirt road up ahead on the left. Take it."

Claire knew they were not even halfway to the next town. Getting off the main highway was not good. Whatever the stranger had in mind did not simply involve robbing her and leaving her in town somewhere.

"Look. My husband and I are well off. We can pay you whatever you want. Let me call him on my cell and you can decide how much money it'll take for you to end this right now."

"Maybe later. Slow down. Turn here."

Claire slowed and turned onto a narrow track that led deeply into the woods. Her headlights revealed nothing ahead but foliage and darkness. Branches occasionally scraped against the sides of the van. The track wound its way back into the woods for several hundred yards and then abruptly emptied into a small clearing. 

"Stop here." She brought the van to a halt.

"Turn off the headlights and the engine." Claire complied and they were plunged into dark silence.

"Move into the back now. All the way back. And don't try anything."

Claire released her seat belt and edged past her abductor to sit on the edge of the bench seat. A loud click announced that the child locks had been set and Claire's pulse quickened. She was trapped. The stranger quickly spun one of the rear captain's chairs around and moved into it to sit facing her with the revolver pointed steadily in her direction. Only two, maybe three, feet separated Claire from her abductor.

Moonlight bathed the interior of the van in a soft glow and she was able to make out a few details of the stranger. His mouth and eyes were visible through the holes in the mask. His eyes were light. Gray perhaps, or maybe green. He was wearing a black tee shirt, black pants, and black shoes. The unwavering gun in his hand reflected enough light that she could see the bullets staring at her from the end of the cylinder. The black hole in the barrel gaped ominously.

"Let me have my purse and I'll call my husband. He can get lots of cash tonight. We keep plenty in a wall safe at home. He can meet us somewhere with the money in an hour and you can be on your way."

"No thanks."

"Well then, what in hell do you want?" Claire barked in frustration.

"Funny you should ask. Let's review the situation. We are out in the middle of nowhere. You can scream your lungs out and no one will hear you. You are a beautiful woman and you took great care with your appearance tonight. What does all that suggest to you?"

Claire stared back at the stranger. She had known from the beginning that she was potentially in danger of something other than simple robbery. Any pretense that there would be an outcome other than what his words suggested was probably naïve.

"I guess........I guess you intend to rape me," Claire said in a near whisper.

"Bingo. Unbutton your blouse."

"No."

"Look lady, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. If you ever want to wear that blouse again, unbutton it. If you don't care what happens to it, I'll take care of the problem for you."

Claire didn't want him near her and she didn't want to provoke violence. Stalling for time, she began to reluctantly unbutton her blouse, one slow movement at a time. The stranger was patient. He sat completely still as he watched her undo each button with exaggerated slowness. Much sooner than she wished, all the buttons were undone. Claire dropped her hands to her sides, leaving her blouse partially closed, and waited for the inevitable.

"Take off your shoes," her captor ordered.

Claire was startled. She was hoping the stranger would make a mistake and provide an opportunity for her to escape but now she knew her situation was hopeless. She wasn't going to run very far or very fast in high heels but she would be completely hobbled by bare feet. With her heart thumping wildly in her chest, she began to slowly undo the ankle strap of one shoe. Again her abductor sat motionless watching her every move, the pistol pointed unwaveringly at her midsection. He was not in a hurry, seemingly content to let the scene play out in its own time.

"Gently kick your shoe over to me," he commanded. Claire complied and the stranger reached down, grasped the shoe and tossed it into the front of the van.

"Now the other one."

Again Claire did as instructed, trying to drag out the process as before. She knew she was working at cross purposes. She was stalling for time by slowly taking off her shoes. The flip side was that there is no way for a woman to remove ankle-strap shoes and not have the procedure look sexy. The erotic show was not lost on her captor. She could hear his breathing accelerate as she slipped out of the shoe and flipped it over to him with her toes. In far too little time, she was seated on the edge of the bench, blouse unbuttoned and barefooted.

"Now take off your pantyhose."

"These......they aren't panty hose."

"What are they then?"

"They're called 'thigh-highs," Claire replied, her voice husky with apprehension.

Her captor smiled broadly beneath the ski mask as he grasped the concept of thigh high stockings.

"Leave them on then. Now take off your panties."

"I.......I'm not wearing any," Claire replied, her voice shaking and barely audible.

"Oh, this just keeps getting better and better," replied her abductor. "Let's see, no bra, no panties, and thigh-high stockings. Looks like your husband was in for a treat tonight. Too bad for him."

Claire didn't reply. She knew her situation was completely hopeless. No shoes, little clothing, child locks set, trapped in the middle of nowhere with a complete stranger whose intentions seemed clear.

"Open your blouse," the stranger ordered.

"No."

"We've had this conversation once already. This can all go down gently or roughly, your call. Either way, the outcome will be the same."

Claire knew he was right. Unwilling to risk injury, she slowly pulled her blouse aside to reveal her breasts. 

"Take it all the way off and toss it over to me." 

Claire had no choice. The soft moonlight highlighted her milky skin and her captor responded immediately. Claire could hear his breath quicken even more as he studied her nakedness. Her breasts were high and firm, the nipples erect. Claire mustered all her dignity and met her captor's stare with equal intensity. A long moment held them both frozen in time, looking at each other with the knowledge that an act of extreme intimacy was about to be shared.

"Take off your skirt."

"I don't want to."

"Do it anyway."

With a shuddering sigh, Claire began to slowly work her skirt down over her thighs, trying to stall for a little more time but knowing she was once again only performing a strip tease.

The stranger set his revolver down on the floor beside his seat, kicked off his shoes, and unfastened his trousers. When Claire's skirt was down to her knees impeding her range of motion, he quickly removed his pants and recovered his handgun. His large, stiff cock was fully visible in the moonlight. Claire was now seated before him, completely naked except for the thigh-highs.

"Suck my dick.....now"

Claire stared at the stranger for a moment. He now wore only the ski mask and a black tee shirt, his erection dominating his presence. A glimmer of hope surfaced in her mind. Perhaps she could force him into orgasm and delay, or forestall completely, the actual rape. She had little choice but to try. Dropping to her knees in front of her abductor, Claire took him into her mouth. Using all her considerable skill, she began to apply lips and tongue to the head of his cock. Her fingers began a gentle stroking of the long shaft. He responded immediately, thrusting softly into her mouth. A moan escaped his lips. Claire intensified her efforts.

Just as she began to believe that she had him completely under her control, the stranger grasped her hair and pulled her face up and out of his lap.

"Not so fast," he ordered. "I know what you're trying to do. It won't work. That was just the opening act. Now it's time for the main event. Go lie down on the bed."

"I don't want to do this," Claire pleaded. "What am I going to tell my husband?"

"Tell him that while he was impatiently looking at his watch and wondering why you were late, you were getting your brains fucked out on the back seat of your van. Lie down and open your legs."

"Please don't do this. Let me finish the blow job. I promise you it will feel wonderful."

"What I'm about to do to you will also feel wonderful. Like I said before, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Makes no difference to me. Your call."

Claire was out of options and out of time. Without further protest she got off her knees and returned to the bed. The stranger simply stared at her as she lay back, her body revealed in the moonlight. He was obviously savoring her beauty. Her pale thighs above her stockings glowed like alabaster in the moonlight. The dark triangle between her legs beckoned him forward. 

He knelt between her thighs and pushed them gently farther apart. Crouching over her, he grasped his cock with one hand, inserted it into the folds of her womanhood, and entered her easily. Claire let out a soft cry. The stranger was not surprised at her wetness. He had been well aware that, in spite of her protests, she had become highly aroused as the situation played out.

Truth be told, tonight's scenario was Claire's favorite fantasy – the mysterious stranger, the abduction, the forced disrobing, the inevitable submission – and she had been growing more and more excited. In reality, she knew all along what the outcome would be and she had been lubricating steadily from the minute they stopped in the clearing.

Claire adjusted the position of her legs to allow the deepest penetration and then surrendered herself completely to the hardness thrusting inside her. Within seconds, her cries began to fill the interior of the van. Soon she was counterthrusting against his surging hips.




Date Night



Claire's arousal was so elevated that her first orgasm came swiftly. Tremors racked her body as she cried out sharply; clawing at the stranger's back, straining for release. A few minutes later she came again, this time with even greater intensity. Her third orgasm built more slowly and had her almost sobbing with pleasure as the stranger relentlessly pounded into her with heavy, thudding strokes that caused the van to move rhythmically on its suspension. 

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" Claire commanded. Her abductor called on his last reserves of strength and increased the speed and power of his thrusts. With one last cry, Claire clung to his powerful shoulders and was propelled over the edge into a sea of overwhelming sensation. With a guttural moan, Claire's captor flooded her with his cum and then collapsed, fully spent, at her side.

*** 

For several minutes they lay beside each other and no one moved. Finally, as their breathing returned to normal, Claire said,

"How long have you been planning that?"

"When did you know it was me?" Ryan asked, frowning, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"The instant you put the gun to my head. I smelled your aftershave. If I hadn't known it was you, there was no way we'd have ever left that parking lot. You did a good job of disguising your voice but I still knew it was you. Later, of course, I recognized your revolver and your dick. Other than that, you had me fooled. So how long have you been planning this anyway?"

"Weeks. Last summer you mentioned this fantasy and it seemed like it might be fun. By the way, that was one hell of an acting job on your part."

"Well, you can consider date night a resounding success. Now do me one more little favor," she said as she began to massage some life back into his cock.

"And what might that be?"

"Fuck me one more time and then take me to O'Malley's. I'm starved and I need a drink."

Without a word, Ryan rolled over on top of Claire and slowly pushed himself deeply inside her. 



Date Night



Seated at a corner booth in a crowded, but quaint little restaurant, the light from the candles flicker as you and I wait for our dinner to come. I decided to wear that dress that you love; you cannot help it but to run your hands up my pale, silky smooth legs. Your hands are wandering to my inner thigh, and I am desperately try to hide my excitement from the rest of the restaurant, but I know what it coming next. My soft touch meets yours, and I guide you hand towards my lady garden. When you get there you realize that I am not wearing any panties, and your fingers softly brush over my pulsing bean. You can feel my moistness growing, like a summer morning dew. You sense my nervousness but that does not stop you; you begin to play, making me squirm and quiver.

As the food arrives you are busy working your fingers into my wet hole, your thumb is pressed on my bean as your fingers work their way to my G-spot; you know exactly where it is, but you take your time in getting there. You tease me like this all through dinner and into desert, occasionally bringing your fingers to your lips to taste my sweet nectar. When you do this you lean towards me, giving me a taste of what you covet. I a moan into your mouth making you even more erect and ready for more than just play. Our activities are causing guests to look in our general direction, but no one says anything to us, and we become more aroused when we realize that we are being watched. 

As our date continues on into the night, we finish dinner and move on to the next adventure of the evening. We decide to go to a movie theater of a more adult nature, and settle into our seats, right about the middle of the theater. On the screen there are two men in a sixty-nine while a woman fingers herself in the background. There is a couple in front of us locked in a deep passionate kiss, and two men behind us jacking each other off. You decide that you are thirsty so you place my feet on the chairs in front of me, giving you access to that lady garden that you have been craving all night. Then men that are behind us offered their phalluses to me; I go back and forth between the two men, pleasuring each of them in a manner that makes them moan loader than the movie. You hear one of the men moan and look up from my mossy cleft and find one of them men standing next to you. You pull him down to you and offer your knob to him to suck while you finish with me.

The man that I am sucking cums down my throat and returns to his seat, still watching the scene happening in front of him. I am writhing on you face by now as your tongue continues to work on my bean, making me squirm more than ever. You can feel my muscles tense and my legs wrap around you, I am close and you know it. While you brace for my impending orgasms you begin to slam your knob down the man's throat, making sure the he is going to swallow every ounce of your cum. I can tell that you are close to your climax, your tongue begins to ravish my bean with an intent that is unmistakable. You grab my soft, ample thighs as you thrust you knob down the man's throat and deliver your hot load. He sucks you dry and returns to his seat. 

The couple that was in front of us has now come to join us in our little theater escapade. The woman sits beside me and caresses my face, she draws me in for a moist, passionate kiss. The man sits next to his wife and pulls you to your knees. Our eyes lock and I know what you are about to do; you undo the man's pants and pull his cock free from its confines. You take his soft dick into your mouth and begin to work it, helping it reach its full potential. Between the sounds of us women kiss and moaning into each other and you sucking he is hard in no time and begins to thrust into you. I kneel next to you so that I can lap up her juices and we can bring them to climax together. I reach over to feel your knob and it is throbbing hard. I give you a gentle squeeze and return to the woman's sweet peach. We look around us and it seems that we have gathered quite a crowd: men jerking their dicks while women finger the dripping pussies. We bring the couple to climax and leave them to each other, in a daze and wanting more. 

We collect ourselves and move into the isle, giving ourselves room to maneuver and allowing others to come and join us. It is not long before I am in a sixty-nine with a beautiful woman and have a fat cock in my ass. Meanwhile you are fucking another woman and there is a man behind you that is prepping your ass for a good pounding. He licks up and down your crack, sending shivers up your spine, and making you wet for his next, intimate intentions. Soon you can feel the head of his penis pressing against your ass, and you slow your thrusting so that you can ease onto his dick, but he has other ideas. As soon as you begin to press back on him he thrusts into you hard, sending you plunging into the woman's pussy and making her scream. He grabs your hips and begins fucking your brains out, meanwhile you are pounding her, and she can feel every thrust of his dick. You and the woman cum at the same time and collapse while he finishes his assault on your ass. You are moaning with pleasure and that sends me over the edge. The men finish in our asses and another steps in to lick the oozing cum from our puckered asses. 

You roll me onto my back and take me into a gentle embrace, spreading my wobbly legs and entering your warm sanctuary of ecstasy. Everyone surrounding us seems to know that we want to make love to each other, and they seem to be content to just sit back and watch us. Some begin to pleasure themselves, other seem to just want to view our intimacies. You cradle my head in your strong hands, while I caress your soft face and kiss your neck. You slowly enter my tender honey pot and fill me like no other man can, ever has, or ever will. I let out a soft whimper as you push your way in, your shaft is all the way to it limits now, and I can feel your balls pressing against my ass. I love the feel of your rather large and very soft balls on my ass, you stay there for a moment, gently rubbing against me.

We make slow, intense, and passionate love to each other, relishing in the reaction from the surrounding crowd. They begin to moan and groan from their own pleasures, and it heightens our passions and intensity. We quicken our pace while still remaining tender and attentive towards each other, whispering sweet nothings to each other and build our climax to near breaking point. We share heated kisses and gaze into each other's eyes as our insides heat up and ready themselves for what is about to come. 

I begin to scream in ecstasy and you kiss me so that my screams are muffled; it turns both of us on to hear my muffled screams and makes my O's that much more intense when I am able to scream into your mouth. We are moaning and grinding all over each other, my cum is squirting from us as we drive into one another. As I cum all over you I can feel you knob swelling inside of me, you quicken your pace and I begin to buck my hips to match you. We cum together, writhing and moaning on the floor. Together we create more than just steamy sex, we create passion and love. 

When we finish everyone around is close to their own climaxes. We dress and head out of the theater, satisfied with our adventures for the evening. We giggle as we discuss what is next in our adventurous date night out. Will it be the car in a bustling parking lot? Or a park table in a populated neighborhood...



Date Night



Mary had no luck with men. She was a very pretty petite blonde with a perpetually sunny smile and disposition. Yet all the men she was meeting were some mixture of arrogant, horny, desperate, and/or clueless about how to act on a date or around a woman. The worst of these was the horniness. You want men to have a healthy interest; but the guys she dated almost universally either would start pressuring her to have sex, or were so clearly worried about the question of getting into her pants as soon as possible that they were almost incapable of normal conversation. 

One day she was about ready to give up and become a twenty-something year old cat lady when she was talking to one of her coffee mates about this perpetual problem. Her friend mentioned a new concept in dating services that she had just heard was starting up. Very low key and private. The idea was to get the sex out of the way first in a setting that would not be threatening to the woman, and would alleviate some of the arrogance and other bad behaviour of the man. This sounded intriguing to Mary although there were few details about the specifics. But she got the number and resolved to at least call them up and ask some questions.

Rob was a man having similar bad luck on the dating treadmill. He meant well, he really, really did. He was normally a nice guy and even a little shy. But on a date he inevitably started obsessing about whether he was going to get lucky. He couldn't pretend to himself that he didn't care, because he really did, and the more he tried to pretend he didn't the more he did, so that didn't work. He couldn't stick to a pledge to himself not to not have sex on the first date, because even though it had never happened to him he knew that sometimes it did happen to other people and that there were women out there that were horny enough and seemed to expect it and he was worried about disappointing a woman if she did expect it and didn't get any. Which would be so frustrating for him considering that he wanted to but was worried that she wouldn't and so he wouldn't push it. And so on and so on. It was so much easier to stay home and watch TV.

Then Rob heard about this new dating service, based on an interesting concept and just starting up. Apparently the idea was that they would have the sex first and get it out of the way, so everyone could relax and get to know each other in a more relaxed environment afterwards. Of course this got his attention, and while he didn't get many details at first, he did manage to get the phone number of the service and he too was determined to call them the next day.

He spoke to a woman there and was told to come in later the same day if he wanted to have an initial interview right away, if it was convenient. The thought of guaranteed sex made the prospect seem very convenient indeed, and Rob found himself in their offices at 7 p.m. that evening.

A woman named Amanda spoke with him at length and asked him questions about himself, his past experiences with women, and what he was looking for. Finally, she began to explain more details about the sex component of the service.

The whole idea she said was to provide a safe and non-threatening environment for the women while at the same time defusing all the tension around the question of the possibility of sex. The sexual interaction was structured totally around these objectives and was not for the purpose of gratifying the men at all. After all, men really didn't need very much help to achieve their own gratification from any kind of sex whatsoever.

She first had him sign a rather extensive and quite thorough non-disclosure agreement that guaranteed that if he revealed anything of the procedures then he might as well just leave his testicles on the desk on his way out the door. She then went on to explain the details of the encounters, some of which were rather bizarre. Rob was stupefied at first, and started yelling and refusing to participate. Amanda calmly and patiently outlined the reasoning and the advantages of their methods and compared them to his usual disasters. In the end his growing and eventually rampant horniness led him to agree to everything. Amanda smiled at him and had him sign several release forms and other paperwork before accepting his cheque for the agency's services. When they were done, she said that if he wished he could start the first date right away. Rob by this time was once again horny and eager to start, although with a lot of trepidation, and agreed.

She led him into a room with a large frilly four poster bed as well as some armchairs, a big wooden table, a sink, and some clinical looking apparatus. There were five women sitting around the room sipping drinks and chatting. They seemed remarkably relaxed for a date evening; but of course this wasn't a normal date, and their relaxation was the whole point.

Amanda introduced them all, including Mary who happened to be in the group that evening, asking the women to tell a little about themselves and asking Rob to tell a lot about himself. Then she asked Rob, who was still standing, to strip and display himself to all the women.

Everyone had known this was coming, but Rob still turned bright red as he peeled off the last of his clothes and stood before them stark naked. Amanda then told him to slowly turn to give them all a good look at him, and to then face them and start to masturbate himself.

Amanda started a movie camera on a tripod already set up in front of the room, and gave another handheld to Susan so they could get a record of Rob's adventures aver the course of the evening. Knowing he was being filmed did nothing to ease Rob's discomfort.

After the room had been quiet as they all watched Rob naked and masturbating for them for a couple of minutes Amanda started a patter about Rob and what he was going to do for them. She asked each woman in turn what she thought about aspects of his physical appearance and his performance so far. In doing so she was beginning a deliberate process of objectifying him. She wanted them to get comfortable with the idea of using him for sex, rather than worrying about his feelings and holding back how they treated him. At one point she referred to him as the fuckmeat, and as a support system for a cock. And for a tongue.

Before he got too far along the road to orgasm (which was happening in spite of his humiliation) Amanda told him to stop and announced that it was time to get him cleaned up and out for the next phase of the "date". This was to be a group participation exercise. 

Rob was laid down on a plastic sheet on the bed on his stomach with his legs spread. A rack was brought over with an enema apparatus and two of the women held him in place as another filled the bag with warm soapy water. Rob himself had to lubricate his own asshole in front of the others. He was given a large bottle of water soluble lubricant and told to thoroughly grease himself up inside and out. This was extremely embarrassing but he reluctantly did it, mindful of the pain he was about to experience. 

Sarah slowly and carefully inserted the lubricated nozzle into his rectum and then the water was released, again very slowly. They gave him a full two liters, massaging his stomach and sides and pretty much ignoring his discomfort and sometimes even laughing at his escalating complaints. The last of the water trickled into him just as he was on the verge of tears and starting to beg for mercy. 

They made him hold it for five minutes and then allowed him to stiffly waddle across the room over to a small commode that was in the corner, where he had to sit down in front of the women and expel the murky mixture from his bowels. He then had to move over to a bidet right next to it and wash himself on it for the first time in his life. It was awkward and embarrassing learning how to use it by trial and error in full view of the others, with them laughing and joking while sipping their drinks and poking fun at him.

He had to repeat the enema process two more times before he was deemed clean enough to fuck. He bent over the edge of the wooden table where there were pads on the edge, and was told to again lubricate his asshole in front of everyone, this time inserting the nozzle of the lube bottle right into himself and squirting a large quantity inside. After he finished spreading it in his hole and all around the outside he reached back and pulled his asscheeks apart and then just lay there waiting for them to start. 

Amanda distributed strap-on cocks and harnesses to everyone. Women got to choose whatever size cock they wanted to use but were told that the first to fuck him had to use the smallest as the first would give him the most pain. Finally they were ready to start. Amanda said that everyone had to wet their cock by inserting it into Rob's mouth and getting him to suck a little cock for a bit before they fucked him with it. Judy, who was first, slid her cock into his mouth and initiated his cocksucking career. She encouraged him to take it as deep as possible but he couldn't stand to take it into his throat, so she let up on him and moved around back. She touched the cock to his anus and started slowly and gently pressing it against him, telling him to relax and just let it sink in. She was gentle at this point and went very slowly, and the cock was pretty small, so eventually she had it in him with relatively little pain.

She let him get used to it for a while before she moved at all. Even then she started with just short, slow strokes. She did this for a long time before she started pulling out further and going in deeper. But finally she had him fairly relaxed and used to it, and that is when she started really fucking him. With all the lube inside and more being dripped on from outside he didn't really feel much friction and so she felt freer to plunge all the way in and out. She started banging him harder and faster, trying to put repetitive pressure on her own pelvis through her clothes. The rule was that nobody stopped until they came, no matter what he said or even if he cried.

In the meantime, once Judy had completely "bottomed" out in his ass for the first time, he was told to grab his cock and start to masturbate. Judy would be able to bang him with enough force to get in deep enough without him holding himself, and it would give her more pushback.

Amanda told everyone that it was important that Rob experience an orgasm while his sphincter was clenching down on the hard cock in his ass; both to loosen him up for the larger cocks he was going to get in the future; and so that he would learn to experience anal orgasms as part of his training.

Once Judy finally had her orgasm Amanda told her to pull the cock out of Rob's ass and put it directly into his mouth so that he could clean it completely, licking and swallowing all the fluids from his own ass in front of everyone.

After all five of the dates had fucked Rob and cum, Amanda announced that they had one more optional activity – each woman could choose to have Rob eat her pussy if she liked. Since the evening had pretty much devolved into a sort of wild girls' night out party atmosphere and there had been a fair bit of wine involved, everyone enthusiastically agreed that they wanted some. So one by one they all lay down on the bed, removed their slacks, and let Rob go to work getting them all off once more. Inhibitions were so completely gone by this point that the orgasms were fast and very satisfying and accompanied by much laughter from everyone.

During the evening everyone had talked about themselves with everyone else and even with Rob, so that at the end of it all he knew something of them and once the rest had left was invited to tell Amanda whether he would like a second date with any one of them. Although the women had been artificially dominant according to the script, it was important that Rob actively chose one or more he liked; and similarly each one of the women were privately asked if they would be interested in seeing him again. This would be another supervised date, but would be more of the conventional dinner and conversation. He could choose as many as he liked, but was encouraged to date one at a time. In this case he decided he wanted to get to know Mary a little better, and chose to have a "normal" date with her. Fortunately she also indicated that she would like to meet with him again.

For whatever reason, his choice worked out. He and Mary enjoyed a simple dinner in the company of a staffer from the service, so once again sex was not on the agenda and there was no pressue on either one of them about that. They continued to see each other after that, eventually getting married and raising a family.

Every so often Mary would ship the kids off for an evening and invite one or more of the other women from the date night over, where they would all have great times talking and fucking Rob just like they used to. Over the years the others got partners as well and they came along for the fun. Rob would be strapped across the table and everyone, men and women, would take turns fucking his ass and getting him to suck their pussies and cocks. They lived long happy lives and their marriage was the envy of their friends and family.



Date Night



Cally hummed a bluesy tune as she placed the last few dinner plates into the soapy water in the sink. A few damp tendrils of brown hair began to curl at her nape, a few falling to obscure her view. She pulled them back and tucked them behind her ear with a soapy hand, placing the newly scrubbed plates in the other side of the sink for jarred to rinse and dry. 

Date night was in full swing and dinner had been a fun activity both of them enjoyed. Jarred put the clean plates in the cabinet then folded Cally into his arms and followed her arms into the soapy water pressing her breasts into the sink, pulled the plug and then slid his hands to her wet breasts. Her black cotton dress soaked and slicked to her every curve. Her laughter was low and sexy. He gently cradled her and let his thumbs take over teasing and nipping at her nipples until they pressed firmly into his palm, begging for attention. She laid her head back against his shoulder and sighed with pleasure. She grinned and looked down at her now soaked dress and chuckled, "Do you think I won the wet t-shirt contest?" 

He moved his hands up and tugged at the drawstrings of her dress and then began to pull the zipper between her breasts down. Slowly revealing a black textured and lacy bra with a hot pink ribbon running through the bra and meeting in the middle as a little bow. The dress folded down into a skirt leaving her perky nipples straining to be freed from the material. He slid one hand down her stomach and reached for the newly rinsed dish rag. He squeezed it on her chest and watched a small trickle of cold water drip onto her right nipple. She shivered lustily. He turned her in his arms and pressed her against him hard and long. She slid down to her knees and released his cock from his pants. He sprung out into her hands and she lapped at his head, looking up and meeting his eyes. Daring him to watch her as she suckled at him. Then swallowed him almost whole, sucking him and teasing his head. When her tongue met his balls he moaned, "I'm going to lick your pussy until you beg for me to fuck you. What do you think about that?" 

She looked up at him her mouth full of his cock and took him out of her mouth wiping her mouth politely, "It's not polite to talk with your mouth full." he shuddered and groaned with pleasure and drew her to her feet. 

She lifted her right leg onto the kitchen cabinet, holding onto her knee. " You said something about making me beg?" he unclasped her bra and let it slide to the floor to mingle with his pants and shirt. He lifted her breasts into his hands and began to feast on her supple and soft skin running his thumbs over her nipples he popped one into his mouth and lapped at it til she arched her back then the other before pressing kisses down her body and sliding his hands up her thighs cinching her dress around her waist. He traced her lips with his finger pressing the fabric into her part and lightly flicking her clit at every pass until she soaked her black panties, then hooking them with one finger, pulled them to the side and seeing her pink pussy swollen and wet, licked her parting pussy earning him a throaty moan from Cally, her own hands teasing and tweaking her nipples while watching him pleasure her. She was so hot and perfectly drenched he found out when he slipped a finger, then two into her, all the while hungerly sucking and licking her clit. She could feel every nerve in her body and it's small electrical jolts screamed for him to fuck her. She pleaded with him, but he had no intention of releasing his hold over her until she begged for his cock.

" please Jarred. fuck me. please." ,she panted. 

He rose to his feet and turned her back into his arms and pressed her over the kitchen island. giving her just enough time to grab the sides of the island, he thrust into her. Filling her with his cock completely and still more. She gasped and begged for him to thrust into her again, slowly drawing himself out then pressing his head slowly against her opening, then thrusting quick pelvic thrusts, grabbing her hips and thrusting himself in and out over and over, her moans became louder and turned into uncontrollable high pitch gasps and cries of pleasure. 

Her breasts pressed and swayed into the cold marble top island. Her hands, the only things keeping him from pulling her off the top with every thrust of his cock. Her whole body shook feeling her orgasm building she cried out " fuck me harder! I'm going to come!", he quickened his already frantic speed and she shuddered again and cried out one more time. He felt her cum all over his cock and gush to the kitchen floor. " I love the feel of your cum on my balls", he grunted before thrusting once more and cumming inside her quaking pussy. He pinned her to the island until he slipped out of her.

She made a move to get up and he ground her pussy into the island top and pressed his cock back into her mouth. "stay there a little while longer, I just want to enjoy this pretty picture of you and watch your cum drenched pussy quiver."



Date Night



The streets of Vancouver were wet as usual and I huddled under the shop overhangs picking my way from one awning to the next and squeezing myself to the brick buildings to avoid the wind. I hated this time of year. Endless rain and I didn't get to see the sun for three months! I had just finished work and was making my way to the local coffee shop for some warmth.

Starbucks came into view and I made my away across the street quickly jumping over growing puddles covered with thin films of oil. Annoyingly, I had to wait to order my half coffee, half hot chocolate, as the line was enormous. After 10 minutes, I finally grabbed my order and scouted the available tables. 

I saw him looking at me and avert his eyes immediately. A smile crossed my lips and I checked my watch. 5:30 pm. I had two hours before I had to be home. I grabbed my faux mocha and approached his table. I knew he could see me approach, but he didn't look up, pretending he was unaware of me.

"Mind if I sit here?" I asked casually.

He glanced up from the paper he was reading - copy of Xtra West an alternative newspaper magazine that circulated Greater Vancouver. It was a good indicator of what he was into. "Excusez-moi?"

French, damn sexy! I thought to myself. "Sorry, my French is pretty rusty. Can you speak English?"

"Yes, a small bit," he replies with a heavy accent that I can't get enough of.

Every good looking French guy I meet instantly reminds me of the guy in the Matrix movie and I want him to swear at me just to see how it feels. "Would you mind if I joined you at your table?"

He looked around the coffee shop taking in the numerous empty tables scattered around the place. "Ah... no, I would not mind. Please sit," he indicated the chair across the table from him.

"Thank you," I settled in my chair. "You're not from Vancouver," I decide to state the obvious as an introduction to conversation.

"No, I live in Montreal."

I smiled. "Nice city, Montreal. I've only been there once before, but I liked it very much. What brings you to the West Coast?"

"I came to visit my family, and I have never been here before, so I decide to stay for longer to see the city."

I nod. He folded his newspaper and put it on the table studying me with dark eyes. He was close to my age, maybe mid 20's I'd guess, his build lean, but not skinny. You could see the definition of his muscles under his thin sweater. His hair was also dark matching his eyes, and contrasted his slightly pale shade. I guessed that was the winter in Montreal, no time for sun bathing in the East at this time of year. He had maybe two days of growth on his face that made him look even sexier.

I glanced at his hand holding the coffee cup on the table; neatly trimmed nails, and, if I suspected correctly, a recently applied thin sheen of clear polish. Difficult to see, but not if you know what you were looking at. 

He raised the cup to his lips and I followed it with my eyes and saw him watching me intently. There was recognition in his eyes. An unspoken invitation generations old that gay men are born with.

Setting his cup back on the table between us he leaned forward slightly, inviting me to do the same. "I think," he whispered, "you would like to fuck me, yes?"

I almost choked at the forwardness of the statement and backed away a little too quickly. He looked at me curiously as I took a swallow of my drink to regroup.

"Sorry, maybe I have made a mistake," he stated politely and prepared to get up to leave.

"No, no!" I countered desperately. "You just caught me off guard."

He looked confused. Shaking his head he said, "My English, I don't understand this so well."

I was beginning to recover from the blunt offer on the table. "Sorry," I began, "you surprised me. But it was a good surprise and I think I would very much like to but it's just..."

"Yes?"

"Its just I have someone waiting for me at home."

"Ah I see... maybe this is not so good then." The door was closing.

"No wait, I would really like to... be with you... now."

He brightened again. "And your boyfriend? He would not mind this?"

"Well... what he doesn't know can't hurt him." I said feeling guilty when I saw his look.

He nodded thoughtfully and finally smiled revealing his gleaming teeth. "You will follow me, yes?"

I glanced around nervously looking for anyone that might recognize me and nodded eagerly.

He got up and I dutifully followed. My heart was pounding in fear and anticipation knowing what I was walking into. He headed out of Starbucks and quickly made his way across the street dodging the light traffic.

"Are you staying in a hotel nearby?" I asked, trying to puzzle out where we would be going.

"No."

No help there.

"But it's not far," he stated.

"What's not far?" My curiosity was getting the better of me.

He pointed down the street, but said nothing. He was a fast walker and I ran a couple of steps to reach his side just as he stopped and faced me. 

"We are here," he announced.

"Here, where?" I asked and looked behind him at the large building at the end of the walkway. The sign read Greater Vancouver Public Library. "You need to pick up something to read, before we go to your place?" I asked quite confused now.

He laughed and grabbed my arm pulling me up the walkway.

Once inside he knew where he was going. He didn't once stop to look or ask for directions, simply waving at the two library staff that sat behind the large curved lending counter. He brought me to a wide, carpeted set of stairs and took them two at a time. Four flights later, he moved through a door on the forth floor landing taking us into the heart of the library stacks. I followed quietly, and looked around, but saw no one. Passing row after row of books, he suddenly veered to his left and continued now between the rows. I caught the odd glance of words on spines, but the feeling in my stomach kept me focused on his ass in front of me.

He stopped and turned around. Shrugged his coat off. As it hit the floor and he started to remove his sweater the reality of the situation hit me.

"Wait! Here? You want me to ... fuck you... here?" I practically whispered the last words.

"Yes, right here," and he continued in his sexy accent, and never stopped removing his clothes. His t-shirt was discarded on top of the pile of his sweater and coat. He had a gorgeously smooth chest, the center of which was covered with a small tuft of hair. His cute navel drew my eyes down toward the masculine v-shaped muscles that pointed down to his groin which disappeared beneath the edge of his jeans and belt.

I swallowed, trying to bring some saliva to my now dry mouth. "But what if someone comes?"

He smiled mischievously, grabbed my right hand and brought it to his chest. "I think someone will cum quite soon." I laughed nervously, glanced around one last time, straining to hear if someone was close. He captured my attention again with his dark eyes, and staring directly at me, he guided my hand across his chest and settled it on his left nipple. I played with it instinctively and he hissed and threw back his head in pleasure.

His hand leaving mine to its own devices, he brought both arms up to encircle my neck and pulled me toward his waiting lips. Crushing me with his passion, he devoured my mouth and bathed my tongue with his.

I was a sucker for a good kisser and that's when he owned me. Utterly, completely, uncompromisingly, I was his, and only his. Anything he wanted I would give him, anything he asked for I would provide, anything he told me to do I would follow. 

His lips were all over my mouth and when he was finished with it he moved to my ear, gently probing with his tongue and pulling at my lobe with eager teeth. I was writhing from the sensitivity of his attack on my ear when he finally moved to my neck and clamped down hard on the soft skin. I gasped with shock from the sheer ecstasy of what I felt. It seemed that he wanted to suck the blood from my neck and I gave in whole-heartedly – whatever he wanted from me would be his. 

As he continued to work at my neck, I felt my body below the waist beginning to respond. The bulge beneath my jeans strained to be released, and as if by some telepathic connection his hand slid down the front of my jeans and squeezed hard. I moaned loudly, not caring if everyone in the building heard me, and this fueled his own desire, increasing his frantic pace and rubbing me fully erect. 

His mouth back on mine, we ravished each other with our tongues as I pulled off my jacket and broke for no more then a fraction of a second to throw my shirt over my head and onto the pile of clothes now littering the library floor. Any concern of being discovered gone, my need pushing me further, I grabbed his belt and pulled it from his pants in one yank. It clattered onto the shelf beside us, and hung limply draped over a forgotten copy of Brown and Beatty. He took me to the law section of the library of all places! 

He dropped to his knees, my disappointment at his mouth leaving mine forgotten as soon as he released my straining cock from its fabric prison, pointing straight at him. I dropped my head to watch as he slowly brought his mouth closer to its tip and then gently blew a stream of his breath across the surface. It jumped quickly in response to his teasing, and just as quickly, he enveloped my entire length with his velvety soft mouth in one swallow. Skillfully he worked up and down its length, lubricating with saliva as he went and keeping his teeth back allowing the softness of his lips to caress the hardness of my pulsing cock. I cried out in my passion and felt his mouth stretch into a smile around my member. Looking down, I made eye contact with him, his eyes dancing with pleasure at turning me on. Staring into his eyes was so intense it almost brought me over the edge, but sensing this he backed his mouth off my cock with a final sharp suck and squeezed the bottom of my cock at its base to successfully bring me back from the edge of orgasm.

"Holy fuck!" I panted and he rose to meet my mouth again. Seconds later I could feel my energy rising again and I knew that I needed to taste him.

Undoing his fly with one hand I reached in and took out his semi-hard cock. Fondling him to full hardness I leaned over and explored his foreskin with my tongue, running underneath its length and back again to its tip before taking him fully in my mouth. His hands clenched at my hair and it drove me wild to know how much excitement he was getting from my mouth. As he continued driving his cock into me, I unbuttoned his pants and reached down grabbing both his balls in one hand and pulled them down, tugging them tight to the edge of pain. He moaned in response, but didn't stop his assault against my waiting mouth. 

I took hold of the base of his cock and allowed my tongue to follow the entire length of the underside, following its path up to the tip. Amazingly soft, the tip of my tongue slipped across his dick and around the head lovingly. Working my way back down, I lapped at his balls now swinging gently and heard his breath catch in response. 

He was preparing himself to go further, and I stood back up and brought my face close to his. He breathed in the smell of his scent off of my face. 

"Do you remember your invitation in the coffee shop?" I whispered into his ear.

"Yes." He panted along with me.

"Take off your pants," I commanded quietly and took control over what was about to happen.

He instantly obeyed, lost in a growing hunger for what he knew was coming. He discarded his pants and underwear with the rest of the clothes, turned around to rub his ass seductively against my cock, and then got down on all fours in front of me.

I practically came watching him entice me with his ass jutting up in the air. I knelt behind him and sucked one of my fingers liberally, leaving as much spit as possible on it as I brought it to his small pucker. Circling gently over the ridges of his hole, he bucked at me, pushing his ass closer to my finger. I massaged his hole and he gave me a satisfied growl and nestled his head into the crook of his arm on the floor. He was lost in pure pleasure, and I felt the need to make it even better for him. I brought my mouth forward and sucked one of his ample balls into my mouth and chewed sensuously as he groaned louder and louder in response to my oral attention. 

Working my finger inside him now, he began to whimper and speak quietly to himself in French. A sexier language I haven't heard, and in the intensity of being fucked by my agile finger finding his p-spot, he gave himself to me as completely as I had offered myself earlier. I could tell he was getting close to release, so I eased off. On my knees behind him, I nuzzled up closer to his rear. Reaching down with one arm under his chest, I lifted him toward me so we were now both on our knees and sandwiched together, his back against my chest, his ass rubbing achingly against my dripping cock. 

With both of his arms he reached back over his shoulders and circled my neck. Turning his head to the side and me moving even further forward, brought our mouths together again and we kissed while grinding into each other. My hands roamed over the ripples of his stomach, spreading the sweat that accumulating in droplets. I rubbed his whole torso as we kissed deeply, from the tense muscles of his groin, up to his now hard nipples, across the downy softness under his arms, and along his sensuous limbs as they made their way around my neck, finally intertwining his fingers in mine as we held on and trusted each other with what was about to happen.

Gently pushing him away from me, and back down on his hands and knees, he looked over his shoulder at me and pleaded silently. I spit on my hand and massaged the lubrication onto my cock slowly. He watched in anticipation as I brought my cock closer and closer toward his now loosened hole and out of his sight. Pushing up against the hot ridges of his pucker sent him into a clench of anticipation and I waited as he again dropped his head to the floor to rest it on his folded arms in front of him. His ass eagerly waving in the air, telling me he was all mine. Slowly his muscles relaxed and I maneuvered the head of my cock into his waiting heat. 

He gasped and tightened as I moved forward through his first line of muscle. Again I waited and listened to him slow his panting. The head of my cock throbbing within him, I felt him relax and I pushed slowly but steadily and felt his body give into mine at last as he fully devoured my length. Every ridge being passed, every budging vein sliding by, every ripple of muscle that surrendered to my steady push, created a pulse of shooting electricity between our bodies. Moaning loudly I pulled back just as slowly as I had entered him and allowed my cock to respond to the lubrication of my spit and his willing body. 

He gave in to his passion and began to ride my cock, pushing himself faster and harder against me. He threw back his head and let out a small cry of pleasure each time I buried myself to the hilt against his willing ass. His arms now stretched out to the sides and hanging on to a bookshelf in each, he raised his voice in sexual elation. 

"Baise-moi fort!" he practically screamed at me.

I had no clue what he said, but the intention was clear and I rammed the whole length of my cock into him and felt the heat of his body rocket through me. I couldn't stop now and he knew it. Slamming against each other, and lost in the joy of our bodies melting into each other, my cock grew thick in anticipation of what it was about to experience. He felt the increase inside of him and his cries of pleasure matched the rolling waves that I was experiencing within me.

I withdrew from him before I was finished and he quickly turned to face me, both of us on our knees and jerking ourselves to completion. The head of our members rubbing against each other as first he and then I spilled over the edge and watched each other as ropes of semen splashed onto each other's cocks, over each others taught bellies, and dripped languidly onto the carpet between our knees. 

Panting and sweating I slumped back, my hand still on my softening member. He brought the hand that he had been fondling himself with to my chin and lifted my face up to meet his advancing lips. We kissed through our ebbing passion and smiled at each other as we both sat back and considered what had just happened.

Hearing a door suddenly opening back toward the stairwell, we both flew up and grabbed our clothes running to the end of the row and hiding behind the stacks. I hazarded a glance back and saw our still white cum gleaming on the floor, right next to the dangling belt quietly perched over the volume of Brown and Beatty. I pointed at it silently, but frantically, and he looked back and laughed silently. Ducking back behind the row of books I tried to steady my breathing and unconsciously covered myself with the bundle of clothes I held in my hand. We heard the intruder quietly continue down the main pathway through the stacks and continue on until they reached another door at the opposite end of the room. Hearing the door close, we both made eye contact and laughed quietly while rushing to get dressed and retrieving the forgotten belt. 

We walked out of the library hand in hand and rushed across the street to the bus stop. Our cheeks glowing with satisfaction, we waited in silence. Within minutes the bus arrived and still clinging to each other we sat in the back of the sparsely populated bus and gazed at each other. 

"Stephen?" I said to him as I looked at his beautiful dark eyes.

"Yes dear?" he asked dropping his French accent and putting a big smile on his scruffy face.

"Can we do date night tomorrow too?"

We both broke up and laughed and my boyfriend of six years kissed me not quite as passionately as he had in the library, but his love was evident and I snuggled in next to him as the bus moved us out of downtown Vancouver and closer toward our apartment.

"By the way, do you speak German?" I asked him playfully as we approached our stop.

He grinned as he looked at me, bringing his face closer to mine. "If you fuck me like that again," he whispered as the bus came to a stop, "I'll speak any language you want."

I grabbed onto his hand tightly as we exited the bus and we huddled with each other against the falling rain. What will next week's date night be like? I thought to myself as we ran for home hand in hand.



Date Night



The hotel bar was dimly lit. There was a hush over the place, a generic jazz was piped into the place that acted more as white noise than entertainment. The thick crush of the carpet muffled the sound of footsteps as a man entered the bar. It was a week night and the bar contained only a handful of patrons and a bored looking bartender. The man walked over to the bar, near where a petite red headed woman was already seated and asked, "Excuse me, but do you mind if I sit here?" She looked up from the book she had been reading and an almost empty drink to reply, "Sure. No one's sitting there."

He looked her over as she turned to speak. She was a very attractive woman, probably in her mid-forties. She had a pixie-like hair cut and wore an elegant black skirt that went almost to her knees, a white blouse that revealed a bit of cleavage, a silver pendant around her neck and rectangular glasses with turtleshell frames. Her appearance would have been considered prim, much like a librarian, were it not for the bright red lipstick on her full lips, expertly applied eyeliner, black, fishnet stockings and black stiletto high-heels. Her scent was subtly sweet, like orange and jasmine. "I hate drinking alone.", he stated, motioning to the bartender, "Let me buy you drink."

It was her turn to take stock of him. At about 6' and 200lbs, he could have been a wrestler with his build, but in simple slacks, a collared shirt and sports jacket, he gave off more of an aura of a professor or an academic. His hands, large and strong, were unadorned by rings. He had dark, full head of hair, peppered with a little grey along the sides, dark, piercing eyes and gave off an aroma of spice and coconut. "Thank you. I'll take a side car.", she said.

"Please forgive my manners. I'm Tom." he extended his hand towards her. 

"Lisa." she replied, "Very nice to meet you."

She enjoyed the way the hand enveloped her, strong, powerful, yet restrained. His grip was firm, but not overbearing. 

"What are you reading?"

She held up the book to show him. "Hmm, Brian Lumley," he scrutinized the book briefly and then looked back at her, eyes meeting momentarily, before his gaze was drawn down, to her lips, her slender neck, returning to her face, "dark stuff from what little I've read. Not at all what I imagined a pretty young woman such as yourself would be reading."

"And what would you imagine me reading?" She met his eyes, smiling and the allowed her eyes to wander, as well, visually tracing his soft lips, firm chin and wide, solid shoulders. 

"You strike me as one for the classics, like Hemingway, or Shelley's Frankenstein, or maybe even a nonfiction, like A Brief History of Time." He looked down again, first studying her pendant, but eyes helplessly pulled toward the neckline of her blouse and the cleavage it boasted. 

"Does anyone really read those books, or do they just say they do to sound erudite. The only time I've ever read anything that would be considered "classic" literature was when I has made to in school." She began absently playing with the pendant, drawing his gaze up to the outline of her delicate chin, to her ear lobe with a single, elegant pearl, then back down to the smooth, white skin between her breasts. "What about you? What do you read, Tom?"

He looked down in thought for a moment. "Nothing that could be considered great literature. Mysteries mostly." He looked back up, "Lee Child, his Jack Reacher series, Michael Connelly, stuff like that. I don't think I'd read anything down here though. How could you, its so dark."

"Oh, its okay for me." She cast him a playful look and then turned back to the bar and sipped her side car, "I can read just fine here."

"Thats right, You like the dark." He reached out and traced a slow pattern along her shoulder. 

She looked back at him, smiling, "Buy me another drink, would you? Mine seems to be all gone." Lashes fluttered as she turned back towards him, stockinged knees grazing his.

He smiled back, holding her mischievous stare for a second, and the drained his drink. Catching the bartender's attention, he said, "Two Angel's Envys, each with one rock."

"Whiskey, huh? Changing things up a bit?"

"Hey, you don't complain about a free drink. I feel like drinking whiskey and I already told you that I hate drinking alone." The bartender soon set two short, round glasses with a rich amber fluid and single large ice cube in front of them. Tom took one of the glasses and holding it aloft in front of him said, "To the dark!" She followed suit and clinked his glass, ice rattling musically. "Now, drink your whiskey.", he ordered, looking her in the eye as he drank a healthy swallow. 

She took a sip, the flavor of the whiskey filling her mouth. It was cold, because of the ice, but burned, as well. The taste was rich, almost overpowering, and then came a warmth that started in her throat, travelled down to her stomach and the even lower, to someplace deep inside her. 

"Let's move to a booth, over in the corner there, and become better acquainted with the darkness." He motioned to a cushioned corner booth that promised privacy. She hesitated for just a moment, and then took another sip of her whiskey, nodding her acquiescence. 

"Lead on, kind sir." They walked over and slid into the booth, moving close enough to conspire, too close for a chance meeting, but not the closeness of lovers, not yet. "You're pushing the darkness analogy a little far, I have to point out." She poked his shoulder, as a way just to touch him, under the guise of punctuation. 

He ignored the comment, elbows on the table, eyes staring off with a pensive look on his face. "Why are you here, Lisa?" The question was broad, so open ended that she took awhile to process what he was actually asking. Before she could form a response, he continued, "I see you here, alone, and looking quite delicious I might add, just reading your book and I wonder, why here, with the bad lighting and where at any moment some drunken business man, or some stranger such as myself, could bother you." 

She saw where he was going. He wasn't entirely wrong, but she still blushed at the idea when presented with it and felt a flush of heat. 

"Are you married, Lisa?" He knew the answer; her ring was clearly visible. He allowed his eyes to wander over her, starting with her eyes, but then lowering to chest, where her nipples were now just visible through the thin cloth of her top, and ultimately down to her well-shaped, stockinged legs. 

She reddened under such scrutiny. "I am, but sometimes you need to, you know, just get away for a night."

"I think I can help you with what you're looking for. I have a room here." He reached out to softly stroke her cheek, then traced his finger down her neck, before resting his hand on her knee. 

"Oh, really?", she said, raising an eyebrow, "And what do you think I'm looking for?"

"I think you play the good girl most of the time, but every now and again you need to cut loose. I think you're looking for a good fuck. Something dirty. Something you can't get at home." His hand began to stroke her knee, fingers occasionally brushing her thigh underneath the hem of her skirt. 

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm just looking for a drink and a little company. You must have me mistaken for someone else." She began to scoot away, putting a distance between them. He placed a hand on hers to stop her and moved the hand that was on her knee further up her leg, underneath her skirt stroking her inner thigh.

"Don't.", he whispered it to her, moving closer, dissolving the distance between them. Leaning in, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, "I want you. Tonight." He lightly kissed her ear, then nuzzled in close, gliding the tip of his nose along the length of her neck, leaving chills along her skin, despite the heat that was rising within her. 

With another light kiss at the base of her neck, he moved away. He didn't move far, he kept one hand on her knee. "I want to play a game. I think you'll have fun, too. I want you to follow my orders and do everything I say."

He held her gaze as he said this, watching her face. He saw a mixture of hesitation and lust, eyes darting around the room, then moving back to him. Her heart raced as she realized she did want this, and the decision made her wet. Biting her lip, she said breathlessly, "Tell me what to do."

"Kiss me." he commanded, and she did. Their lips met, lightly, guardedly at first, then all pretense was gone, as the kiss turned hungry, passionate. Tongues danced together, a mutual give and take of pressure and wetness, as they explored each other's mouths. She bit his lower lip and tugged, as he moved his hand behind her head to pull her in closer. His erection was immediate, straining against the material of his slacks. He was amazed at the desire in that kiss and it stoked his desire in return. They parted reluctantly, but also anxious to see what the next part of the game was. 

"Put your hand in my lap and rub my cock." This time he didn't wait for her to respond; firmly grasping her wrist, he guided her hand to rest on the throbbing tent that had formed at the crotch of his pants. 

The hardness of it shocked her. Through the fabric of his pants it felt like a foreign object, rigid and springy. The heat of it warmed her hand and she gripped it just to feel how solid it was. As she slowly started to slide up and down its length, he reached up and pinched her nipple through her blouse. He held onto it, tugging it through the fabric of her blouse, not savagely, but not gently either. Once again, she looked around, fearful of being discovered, but no one seemed to be playing attention to them. Her panties felt drenched and her nipples strained against the silky material of her blouse, just as the hard cock in her hands seemed to be trying to burst through his pants. Her hand felt around for his zipper, seeking to release his rigid manhood, just so she could feel the velvety flesh of it. 

His hand stopped her, again gripping her wrist firmly. "No, not yet", his eyes smoldered with barely contained lust, "I'm the one in control here. Now, take off your panties."

She didn't want to leave, didn't want to break contact, but this did seem to be the game. Her eyes returned the look of passion as she pulled her hand away from his lap and began to scoot out of the booth. His grip on her wrist tightened.

"No. Do it here. Take off your panties right now and hand them to me." His tone allowed no refusal. She hesitated, biting her lower lip, deliciously exploring the limits of her naughtiness. As her unconsciously turned to scan the room once more, he brought his other hand up to her chin to stop her. "No. No looking around. Keep your eyes on me and obey. Panties, in my hand, now." Placing one of his hands palm up on the table, he released her, but continued to look sternly into her eyes. 

Meeting his stare, she pulled her skirt up and lifted her butt from the seat cushion to get to her panties and slid them down to her knees. As she sat down again, she continued to slide them down her calves and over her shoes. Blushing at how damp they were, she placed them in his hand and began to smooth her skirt down, that was now bunched up by her hips. He stopped her, placing a hand on her bare thigh, the tops of her stockings and garter belt plainly visible. Her pussy was shaved bare, glistening and the scent of her sex rose, exciting them both. 

He placed the panties in his pocket and ran both hands up her thigh. The hand on the inner thigh continued up, finger stroking the swollen lips of her pussy, slick with her juices. Moving closer to her, hand still between her thighs, he stood close so he could whisper directly in her ear. "You are the sexiest slut I have ever seen and tonight you're going to be mine." He thrust two fingers into her wetness, brazenly finger fucking her underneath the table. She started to moan, but bit her lip and tried to be as unnoticeable as possible. "You just want to be fucked. You just want a dick inside you, thrusting in and out. Maybe more than one. But I'll be the one fucking you tonight."

Withdrawing his hand from between her legs, his other hand pulled a dark rectangle of plastic out of his pocket. He placed it on the bar in front of her. "My room is 531. This is the key. Go there now. I'll text you instructions. I'm going to finish my drink. I'll be up shortly; make sure you're ready." With that, he turned away from her, focusing on his drink and ignoring her entirely. She picked up the key, stared at it for a moment and then slid off her seat and walking toward the elevators.

It only took 5 minutes to get from the bar to the 5th floor, but time felt stretched from her perspective. She reveled in her excitement, on a journey to a strange room, with the promise of getting fucked. Her nipples still impossibly hard, tingled, the sensitive pink nubs caressed by her silk top. A deep part of her could still feel his fingers inside her. Lost in this feeling, without realizing how she had gotten there, she was standing in front of the door to his room. A part of her actually was surprised when the key opened the door and she walked inside.

No sooner had she walked in, than her phone buzzed. The text read, "The box on the bed contains the clothes you are to wear tonight. You will shower and change into these clothes. They are all you are to wear tonight.You have 15 minutes." On the bed was a large white box, tied with a green, satin ribbon. Within the box was a sheer black G-string, a black push-up bra and small, black buttplug. Looking around the room, she also saw a black, rolling, upright suitcase in the corner, a bottle of scotch on the stand by the bed and science fiction paperback novel next to it. Picking up the contents of the box, she walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and began to undress. 

Exactly 15 minutes later, he walked into his room to see her lying on the bed, in a hotel robe, reading the novel. Looking at her hungrily, he silently took her in as he loosened his tie and hung his jacket in the closet. "Stand up.", he said, sitting down in the only chair in the room. "I want to look at you." She stood up,and removed her robe, standing before him in the preselected lingerie. "Turn around for me." he said, his eye roaming over her body. She complied, blushing as he stared at her so brazenly. A heat intensified deep within her. 

After a tense moment or two, he pointed to a desk and said, "Bend over and place your hands on the desk." He stood up to approach her. She hesitated for a few seconds, looking at him, assessing his seriousness, before bending over with her hands on the desk. There is a moment that he just stares at her bent over, appreciating the curve of her buttocks and her long, smooth legs, and then he stands. Walking over to her, he gently caressed the soft swell of her ass before swinging his hand back and delivering a solid smack to one solid cheek. 

"You have disobeyed me." Smack, smack, smack; his hand descended on her ass time after time, raining blows upon her full ass cheeks causing her ample flesh to shake. He paused briefly and rumbled, "The robe wasn't in my instructions, and I'm not seeing a buttplug in your ass."

"I'm sorry, Sir.", she feebly said, the word barely heard over the slapping of her ass. He began to spank one of her ass cheeks four or five times, before switching to the next one. Back and forth, he continued until they turned rosy red. Then, abruptly, he stopped and began slowly caressing the skin with his fingers, once again marveling at the round smoothness of her butt and the now-red, but unblemished skin. He allowed his fingers to wander, tracing lines down the back of her thighs, then to her inner thigh and finally, to trace the outline of her pussy lips. The wetness between her legs was obvious now and he slowly inserted two finger into her. Barely moving the two fingers inside her, he used his thumb to simultaneously rub her clit. After a few moments, he slowly increased the tempo of his fingers, until they were forcefully thrusting in and out of her soaking pussy and the room was filled with wet sounds they made and her quickening breath. Then, he stopped. 

She let out a soft, needful moan, as the fingers withdrew and her pussy felt empty. As he stepped away, she began to rise and rub her still tingling ass. "Don't you dare move!", Tom said in a firm voice, startling her. She quickly resumed her position. "I didn't tell you to move. You're going to stay there until I tell you you can move, unless you want an even more severe punishment." Bent over and with her hands on the desk, she couldn't see what he was doing, but it sounded like he was going through his luggage. Uncertain of what to expect next, a shiver of excitement ran through her as she heard him move back to her. "When I give you instructions, I expect them to be followed.", he said, firmly placing his hand at the base of her spine. 

A cold, wet sensation shocked her, as lube was poured down the crack of her ass. With his other hand, he began rubbing the lube up and down between her cheeks, slowly homing in on the slightly darker pucker of her sphincter. Slowly, he pushed his index finger into her ass, up to the first knuckle, then the second. There is some slight discomfort at first, her tight asshole unused to the intruding digit, but her passage is so slick from the lube now that this quickly dissipated leaving only a feeling of fullness. Not moving his finger any deeper, he gently swirled it inside of her, internally massaging her sphincter muscle and the walls of her anus. The dirtiness of the act, the strangeness, sent shivers through her body and she felt her legs weaken. The finger began moving in and out, deeper inside her it pushed to the base of the finger prevented it from going any deeper, then it was slowly drawn out, until only the tip remained inside. This continued for a few minutes, at a steady, but teasingly slow pace, sending a warm sensation that spread from her ass and out to her pussy and legs. 

She again felt a feeling of emptiness, as he withdrew his finger from her ass, but a second after this, she felt something new, slowly pressing into her. The tip was thinner than the finger and passed through her sphincter easily, but it quickly became thicker, its flared end stretching her wider than before. The butt plug was pushed in quickly and expertly, causing only a second of pain, before her asshole engulfed it around it narrow neck, leaving a feeling of snug fullness inside of her. "Make sure that stays in there, until I say it can come out. Your ass is quite literally mine now and you should remember that. Now, turn around and get on your knees." His voice was both tender and commanding.

She stood up and stretched slightly to uncramp herself after being in one position for so long, then turned around and obediently dropped to her knees. In this position, her face was at the level of his crotch and she could clearly see the bulge in his pants straining the fabric. She looked up at him, eyes seductive and pleading. "Take my cock out." he commanded, gazing down at her in undisguised lust. Upon unzipping his pants, his cock sprang forth, clearly anxious for her. She licked her full, red lips, grabbed the base of his dick with both hands and begin putting gentle, long kisses at the tip. Then, she swirled her tongue around the head and rubbed the length of him across her face, smearing her lipstick slightly. It wasn't until he had reached and almost painfully erect state that she took all of cock into her mouth, lips sucking at the base. 

A steady pace was established, her deep-throating him, and holding him deep, tongue playing with the head of cock, before withdrawing and just sucking on the now ever so sensitive head. Back and forth, she worked her mouth like a machine, shoving as much of him as she could into her mouth and covering his dick in saliva. His hands, previously resting on her shoulders, move so that one hand was resting on top of her head and the other at the back of her neck to gently guide her head. He began to set the pace, pushing her face onto the fullness of his shaft, so that he is all the way down her throat. He holds her there for a full second, before releasing his pressure just enough for her to take his cock mostly out of her mouth. This rhythm went on for three cycles before it became too much for her and she began to gag. 




Date Night



She pulled herself away from him, gasping for air, but his hand suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair and held tight. "Stop." he commanded, looking her directly in the eye, "Just breath. Don't move. Get your breath back and we're going to try this again. Look at you; you're on your knees, sucking cock in a strange hotel room. You're a hot little slut and you love having a cock in your mouth. You're already starting to look at mine again, to wonder how it will feel when its thrusting into your mouth." She realized then that her breathing had returned to normal and she was indeed, staring at his dick, imaging it inside her.

"Okay, we're going to try this again." he said, still holding onto her by her hair, "Hands down. I'll be moving your head. I have faith you can do this. Just relax." With that, he began to fuck her face at a slow, but steady rate. She took it, eyes shut in concentration, saliva dripping off her chin. He increased the pace, pumping himself into her throat. A gag began once or twice, but she always fought them down, eyes watering and mascara starting to run. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he pulled her off of him, and, still holding her hair like the reins of a horse, pulled her upright. He kissed her. Hungrily, deeply, pulling her close, mouth passionately pressed into hers as he grabbed a handful of tit. Breaking away, he stared into her eyes, "Wow. Thats my good girl. You are an amazing cocksucker. But we have other things on the agenda this evening and I don't want to end things too soon."

He, again, walked away, this time to the desk. She turned to drink some water by the night stand and towel some of the saliva and sweat off her face. When she turned back, he was there, right next to her, holding a wide length of black silk. She looked at the silk and then back to him, "What is that for?" A smile played at her lips. 

"Oh, you'll see. Or, rather, you won't.", he began wrapping the silk around her head, covering her eyes. Once the blindfold was in place, he held her shoulders and placed kisses along the back of her neck, and, occasionally, bites that straddled the line between playful and painful. One of his hands moved to squeeze and knead one breast, occasionally pinching down on a nipple and firmly tugging. He nuzzled her neck as the other hand travelled down to her dripping wet pussy and massaged her clit and swollen lips. With the butt plug still firmly in place, adding to the sensations, she felt her legs becoming unsteady, until it was all she could do to just stand there, swaying against his solid chest and moan. In one swift motion, stepped away and abruptly slapped her ass hard. "Oh!" she took a sharp intake of air, shocked at the unexpected change.

"Don't move." he again commanded her. She heard his foot steps soon return, walking closer until he was standing in front of her. "The safe word is puppy chow.", he said, as one might flatly state the weather.

"The safe word is wha..!", sentence cut off by the shock of feeling restraints placed around her wrists. They felt soft against her skin, cushiony, like padded suede, but when she tested their limits, she could hear the clink of metal and the hardness of steel. With one of his hands holding onto the restraints and the other braced at the small of her back, he led her a few feet, before stopping her and turning her slightly in a different direction. She was disoriented by the lack of eyesight and the vast array of other sensations. Trying to orient herself, she attempted to imagine the room and found it was difficult. Unless she concentrated, she imagined she could have been anywhere. Anyone could have been in the room. Her lust grew and she ached for his dick deep inside her as he slowly bent her over and guided her hands to rest on the edge of the bed. 

"Stay", he commanded, and she heard him walk away. She imagined him, staring at her ass, her legs parted slightly, the slick wetness in between, open and glistening, as she listened to him remove his clothes. As he returned, she heard another rattling of metal behind her. This was her only warning as he began caressing her inner thighs with a length of cold metal. The chilling surprise of the icy metal competed with the fire that was burning deep in her cunt and ass. After a few minutes of this, although the metal had been warmed by the heat of her flesh, it continued to send chills up and down her legs and even somewhere deep in her belly. the caress became a nudging, as the bar slide lower, near her ankles, persuading her to bring her feet wider apart. She complied with his urgings, spreading her legs further, increasing her feeling of exposure. When the manacles snapped around her ankles, it did not come as a surprise, as one ones at her wrist did. 

She had a moment to think, "I think I've heard of these. Who the hell brings a spreader bar with them on vacation?", before she felt the velvety soft head of his cock, rub along her moist opening. Then, all thoughts fled as he steadily crammed his rock-hard dick inside her. She gasped slightly, her breathing becoming quick and shallow and her pussy twitching slightly as it contracted around the solid length of manhood inside her. Slowly withdrawing until only the mushroom head of his penis was inside her tight and dripping pussy, he began rotating his hips and giving short thrusts, doing his best to cover his stiff rod in her juices. This went on for several delicious minutes, until, evidently satisfied with the wetness he now pushed into, he began to fuck in ernest, gripping her smooth, round hips and pistoning himself in and out of her. 

Time was lost to her, mouth hanging open and hands clutching the bed, handfuls of the comforter balled up in her fists. Guttoral grunts, "Huhn, huhn, huhn," escaped her with each forceful thrust insider her. The only other sounds were meaty smack of his hip grinding into her ass, the wet sounds of his cock repeatedly invading her sopping inner folds and his ragged breathing, as he concentrated on not cumming just yet, on just being able to enjoy this for a little longer. Steadying his breath, he slowed his tempo to a crawl, torturing her pulsating cunt right on the edge. He once again pulled out until just his head was inside her and slowly pumped in and out only and inch of his stiff cock, concentrating on putting pressure on her G-spot. 

She was in a daze, lost within the building pressure of her approaching orgasm. Shackled by wrists and ankles, large, strong hands gripping her pelvis, she submitted to his thrusts, to the hard throbbing cock inside her and to the familiar spreading warmth growing deep within. It was from this dreamy state that she first noticed a change. She began to feel a strong vibrating pulse deep in her ass. The fact that the butt plug was also a vibrator may have reached her consciousness, before once again giving into the tidal wave of sensations. Her pussy stated to contract in time with the pulses, insistently tugging at his raging hard-on, attempting to milk it. He responded by slowly inching the whole of himself deep inside her. Once he was all the way in, he tightened his grip on her hips and moved his pelvis in short, steady thrusts, enjoying the beginnings of her orgasm as he felt her squeeze him. 

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, shit, I'm coming. Hehnnnn!" Her almost incomprehensible murmurings devolved in a primal moan as wave after wave of pleasure expanded outward from the cock and the butt plug filling both her holes. shaky legs finally surrendered, so that she was held up by Tom's large, powerful hands as they clutched her pelvis. His thrusts were no longer as controlled as he fucked her harder, his penetration becoming more rapid, deeper, shaking her like a rag doll. Small squeals escaped her, as he changed the angle slightly and, somehow, increased the vibrations from the butt plug. Wetness dripped down her legs as a second orgasm wracked her from head to curling toes. Both her cunt and ass spasmed, clutching at the huge objects inside her. 

After several minutes of this pounding, Tom realized he was was on the edge of cumming himself. Withdrawing from her warm, wet pussy, she nearly collapsed, but he guided her down to her knees, legs splayed out due to the spreader bar. Still in an orgasm stupor, she didn't protest as he lifted her head up by her hair and shoved his still hard dick into her mouth and began fucking it. She attempted to lift her shackled hands up to slow the intrusion into her mouth, but the climax had weakened her and he crammed his whole length into her mouth. Drool poured out around his dick, coating her lips and chin, as he sawed in and out. After several thrusts, he held her head in both his hands and suddenly stiffened, shooting jet after jet of cum into her mouth. "Ahh! Take it! Swallow my cum!", he shouted, fingers tangled in her hair. After three spurts, he pulled his dick out to spray the rest on her face and chest, as she coughed, cum and saliva pouring out her mouth and onto her breasts, stomach and thighs. 

Both were still for a moment, both breathing heavily, him standing, eyes closed, weak himself now from the force of his orgasm. She remained on her knees, eyes glazed over, body glistening with a combination of sweat, drool and sperm. Finally he bent down to kiss her gently on the head, before working to undo the straps around her ankles. Once she was freed from the spreader bar, he lifted her up and placed her on the bed. Then, spooning her, he continued to place long, lingering kisses along her neck, strong arms encircling her. They stayed like this for several minutes, enjoying each other warmth and slowly coming back down to earth. 

He then got up and walked towards the bathroom, returning with a towel. Smiling, he softly wiped her face and chest, cleaning her of the mess they had just made, "No slut of mine is going to sleep with me when she's so messy." He firmly help her chin, while looking into her eyes, "And you are mine, my little slut and you're going to spend the night with me and I'm going to use you again tomorrow." As if to punctuate this, he kissed her deeply on the lips. She moaned softly through the kiss, and gave a satisfied sigh when it was over.

"Do you want a shower?", he asked.

"Oh, I don't think I could move right now. That was amazing. I think I'm going to go to sleep right now." She pulled some covers over her, the bed in fantastic disarray, and nestled deeply into them. 

"Should we set a wake up call? If we're up early enough, we could go visit your friend across town." He climbed under the covers with her, pulling her small frame against him, revealing in her warmth. 

"Oh, shut up. We agreed; there's just us on this trip and we promised to be different people. I'm not your wife, this weekend, and I don't know anyone in this city. I'm just a little girl, in a scary city, hoping for a strong man to protect me." She singled closer to him, delighting in the heat coming off of his skin, breathing in the musky aroma.

"In that case, slut," he reached over and turned the light off, "get some rest, because you're going to have a HARD day tomorrow." Smiling in the darkness, he drifted into a contented sleep.