0 comments/ 4173 views/ 0 favorites Dinner At 4 By: DreamerKitty It is entirely possible that when you arrive home after a hard ( not in that way) kind of day, that you will want to kick it up and relax. The sounds you hear are familiar but out of place. It is not the sound of a television crackling on before the evening news – it is a crisp beer being opened and poured for you while you chill in the oversized chair. You asked for this kind of service in your own home in jest during the past few months, but as all your sarcastic statements, it is cast aside, just as a worn line off the stern. Whoever it was that was opening that sound of music was not a regular in your house, yet location of all necessary items was found without hesitation. Your eyes remained shut thinking you were imagining the whole thing. The gentle tap of the heavy bottomed glass on the solid wood table still did not snap you out of your fantasy of being waited on, especially in the afternoon. The still air in the room allowed you to feel a breeze passing through a crack in the kitchen window. I t carried along an aroma of dinner. "Bizarre" you thought. You were about to indulge in your own beer-food tasting party/lesson. The flavor of the first sip as you tipped the glass beyond the foamy creamy head was familiar as well. Your mind caught the aroma and paired the fruity brew with the grilled veal chop. Although you would not have matched the two, the smells and the taste of the beer was perfect. Upon opening your eyes for the first time since sitting down, you see a chef in full uniform well, almost full) in front of you waiting for your approval or refusal of the suggested dinner before you. On an ordinarily tough day as you were finally ending, you were not apt to think of anything but the beverage and how glad you were that it was finally winding down. Today though was another story. The outfit staring back at you was pure white ~ and on the thin side for what you knew of this type uniform. There were no complaints on your behalf, since the material was a summer-weight and somewhat revealing at the same time. Standing there in front of you, she waited for you to join her in the other room where you could help her carry your meals back to the living room. All your favorites were being served up for you and the plates were even made to look fancier than other meals you've consumed in any home. You finally figured it out and followed her to the other room. You carried back both plates and she followed with the beer. It was only right that she sit opposite you. It was the best place for her to watch your candid expression to the beer pairing and it was best for you to see how excited you made her as you sat back, breathed deep and unbuttoned your pants after the meal. Her internal excitement was popping through the thin white material and displaying all the curves that were so ready for you. She removed your plate from your lap, brushing the backs of her fingers against your thighs as she did. You could not resist looking her in the face and smiling in an accusatory way. Insinuations that she meant to touch you were silent but they still sparked a reaction from your visitor. When she returned with a dessert to match both dinner and libation, you were now fully impressed. The cake and dark chocolate were a fantastic finale to a fantastic meal. Had you ever known she'd know how to apply dessert directly to those thighs of yours and still allow you to eat it, you would have started with dessert. Just as you took the first bite and moaned in pleasure, she was on her knees applying that delectable chocolate sauce to you for the sole benefit of licking you clean. Being the 'quick learn' that you are, you proceeded with your own strategic placement of sauce. Whatever and wherever you desired her tongue and lips, that is where you painted yourself with the potion. She was mad for you and you were savoring every moment. One fingertip tapped the dark frosting off your dessert. Essentially pointing to the places you desire attention, she licked her lips as she watched where you were going with it. Every time you touched yourself, she traced the area with the tip of her tongue to remove the traces of chocolate you left on your already tasty skin. The tone of your glass as you placed it on the table indicated you were low on liquids – she got up fast from her knees, getting chocolate on the front of her white coat. Retrieving another glass of your own fruity homebrew, she washed the spots of chocolate from her coat and returned to you with a glass of beer, a small bowl of more of that same warm chocolate topping and a wet top. What she found upon returning to you was a nude man with a pair of silk boxers disguised as a tent, draped over the hard cock she left moments before. They both smiled as she was frozen in her tracks trying to make it back to him. With a somewhat nervous laugh, her next steps were calculated but more hurried. She turned away quickly to get back to the kitchen as she realized that the red wine on the counter would be a better choice over the beer. She came right back to him with the more appropriate selection. They clinked glasses, she knelt before him again and playfully tipped her head to peek between the "tent" flaps to see just what it was that was holding the material in the air so well and for so long. Her eyes grew wide, the smile on her face changed and her nipples pressed through the now-wet cloth of her chef coat. IN the same motion he made to take the wine from her, he grabbed the edge of her coat and pulled it, hoping it would open right away. It opened, revealing a thin underlayer, which he also motioned to remove or otherwise lift to reveal her bare skin. She placed the bowl of warm chocolate sauce on the cushion beside him and helped to lift her top over her breasts. Immediately, he dipped his finger in the chocolate, placed it in her mouth and quickly reached for another fingerful to feed her again. She sucked the sauce from his finger in such a lingering sensual way. Rolling her tongue around his finger with a gentle nibble at the tip, they both seemed to be fantasizing it was not a hand in her mouth. The next time his finger tapped on his own flesh was the moment she widened her eyes and extended her tongue for his approval. She was in disbelief that the invitation offered her to suck his cock was now scribed in chocolate. Had she not felt his foot lift against her wet pussy as she knelt before him, she would have thought it was all imagined. Since his finger was dipped to the knuckle, she pursued the chance to suck on both. The tip of her tongue twisted and turned until he realized she wanted him to touch and rub his fat head and join in her fun as she pressed it to the inside of her cheek. The tightness he felt was the pressure as she sucked in to swallow the extra chocolate he applied to himself. Slowly, so very slowly she withdrew the shaft from her lips until the edge of that cock of his was trying to spill out but her lips tightened to keep it within her mouth. The taste of his cock and the sweetness of the chocolaty goodness were a fine pairing of flavors. One sole improvement she was about to learn was the combination of the chocolate as it blended so well with that very first dewdrop of his nectar. He didn't realize she was tasting all that as she moaned a smiling higher pitched moan than he'd previously heard. That change caused him to sit up straighter. He paid more attention to the sensations she was imparting through her passion for sucking him. She was not letting go any time soon, so he provided small doses of the dessert topping with his finger each time she opened her mouth wide enough to take a breath. The times she opened her mouth to take his cock all the way he could not move, only watch as his cock disappeared behind those still-painted garnet lips. His minor verbal contributions entailed moans of pleasure, the calling of her name and the requests to suck harder or go deeper. He called her his bitch and his whore and honey and baby over and over, but he did not know for certain which name caused her to moan. He didn't know which one had the stimulating effect that caused her to suck him harder and push him deeper to her throat. Trying to figure it out further, she caught on to him and would not let up the information. Her excitement was now unbridled and he was the recipient of proof. She did not let it all loose yet, as she enjoyed the part he was playing in the touch me, lick me here charade. Whatever he applied that tasty chocolate to, she'd oblige him and remove it with the powers of her mouth. Strangely, the next spot to get the attention was the upper limits of his adorable, perfect belly. As it happened, she had to lift herself off her heels to balance on her knees. Her hands wrapped around him and grabbed at his ass. By feeling it, she could also "see" it. As sexy as it was when he walked, she enjoyed it that much more with it in her hands. She licked every bit of body paint from him. The next sensation she felt was her nipples brushing against his skin. When she looked down, he had applied that sauce to the very tips of her swelling nipples. They both knew what would be next. With a sly smile, he didn't need to speak to tell her "yes, lick your tits and get my cock in there too" And with that, he dabbed more on that irresistible head. He held her hair back to enable the view of her face as she smiled with the licking and lapping of her own breast as it connected with his hard cock. She grabbed him, at last around his thick shaft and gently, subtly stroked him. Quietly, calmly and with little motion her hand slid up. And down. And up. But the next 'down' was met with a hot wet mouth once more. As her hand slid back down to the base, her lips encircled his cock at the same point where her hand lay. He was uncertain as to the tight feel he was getting. Were her lips clamping him or was it her hand? He tightened his eyes to see it in his mind. When he could not, his mind floated to the feelings and to the sight of his cock against her tit as it was licked clean of all the chocolate he applied. He clasped his hands behind her – as he changed the force on the back of her, she elevated herself to straddle his lap. Just as he thought she'd be sitting on that rod of his bared and on display, she rode him until he glided through the length of her, feeling the wetness along the whole length. She only slid along him to see his cock pass between her legs and show its head from beneath her pussy as she looked down. As it appeared, she reached between her legs and cupped her hand around the head. To him, it felt like he had penetrated that hot wet pussy that seemed to both of them to yearn for him. She dipped her finger in the chocolate and applied it to her own chest for him to suck off. Her hand presented itself from beneath her right breast and offered him the entire thing. Pushing up on it kept him from slouching to access it all. What it really was doing was allowing her to lick it at the same time he did. He licked harder, pulled harder on her hips and when he could feel the wetness nearly dripping from her with all the excitement he brought on. When she lifted herself from sitting on his lap to that higher position on her knees, his face was planted between her breasts. When she thought he'd had enough, she slid off his thighs, down along his knees and finally ending on the floor again, she sucked him off until he came in her mouth. He added one scant fingertip of chocolate to her lower lip. She licked it off once the current contents were completely swallowed. Dinner at 7, Dessert at 8 She couldn’t believe she was standing in front of the restaurant with her hand on the door, preparing to take a major step forward in her life. Indecision gripped her and her insides threatened to take on a life of their own as she tried to decide whether to go inside or not. She had never even given any thought to ever being in this situation until several days before. When she had opened her email there was one from him waiting for her. They had chatted online for several weeks and the chats had become increasingly more sexual in content, until they were at times erotically graphic. He had sent her stories he had written, that she had found exciting and arousing. His email had said that he would be in town in two days and then gave only the name of the restaurant and the following cryptic message : Dinner @ 7:00, Dessert @ 8:00. Over the next 2 days she tried to decide what she was going to do, and with each thought found herself unwillingly being drawn towards this place in time. Even earlier this evening as she dressed to go out she was still questioning whether she should meet him for dinner. As she fixed her hair and put on her best perfume , she tried to decide what to wear , something elegant but not too suggestive at the same time. She had decided on an emerald green wraparound dress that swirled around her legs as she walked. The neckline played to her cleavage without drawing attention. She stood at her underwear drawer and tried to decide what to wear underneath her dress and was quite amused and aroused as she decided “in for a penny, in for a pound” and decided to dispense with any underwear at all. As she put on the dress she could feel the soft silk slide across her nipples causing a delicious tingle to pass through her body. She pulled a conservative pair of heels from her closet and then decided to wear something with more heel. As she left the house and got into her car she could still not believe she was actually going to do this. It was as if she was in a dream and could not wake up. Now she was standing here at the door, the late afternoon sunshine reflecting off the windows of the restaurant, trying to decide once and for all if she was going to enter. She knew if she stepped through the door that she might not be able to turn back from the course that lay on the other side of the door. With one last look back at her car, she pulled on the door and stepped into the cool darkness of the restaurant. After the bright of the afternoon sun it seemed extremely dark inside the restaurant. She stepped up to the hostess and told her she was meeting Derek Edge. With a flip of her hair the hostess turned and led her deeper into the interior of the restaurant to a booth set in a back corner. The man that rose from the booth was tall, with dark brown hair, graying slightly at the temples, a dark brown moustache and dark brown eyes. He was not handsome in a classic way, but something about him alluded to the fact that he was confident about himself and his place in the world. She looked at him closer and noticed the laugh lines around his eyes and mouth and decided that he was a happy person, at least most of the time. As he reached out to take her hand he spoke in a soft rich voice, with a touch of a southern accent and said, “Welcome, won’t you sit down.” As his hand made contact with hers she felt a shiver of excitement ripple its way through her body. She turned as if to run, but feeling his hand pull slightly on hers she turned and slid into the booth. He slid in beside her and offered her a glass of wine. She nodded her head and watched as e poured a glass for her. “I’m so glad you decided to come,” he said, a wide smile spreading across his face. “I could hardly wait to meet you”. They exchanged pleasantries until the waiter appeared and took their hor dourves order. Without waiting he ordered Oysters Rockefeller, and a slab of brie. The waiter disappeared and he turned back to her. His eyes seemed riveted to her as his hand reached to sweep a stray strand of hair from her face. The feel of his hand as it brushed her face was one of the most erotic things she had felt in a long time. When the hair was away from her face his hand came to rest against her face, lightly cupping her chin and cheek in the palm of his hand. Without even thinking she gently pressed her face against his hand, wanting the feeling of his skin against her face to linger awhile longer. Gently he lifted her head up so that she was once again looking straight into his dark eyes. She watched as if paralyzed as he lowered his head toward her and gently kissed her on the lips. A gentle kiss, soft and dry, like a soft piece of cloth pressed against her lips. She felt her lips part to his kiss and felt herself kissing him back. The longer the kiss lasted the more passionate and exciting it became. She felt his lips leave hers and move slowly across her cheek to her jaw and then to her neck. His lips were warm and moist against her skin and she could feel his breath warm on her skin. He kissed slowly along her neck up to her ear lobe, pausing there to briefly engulf it with his lips, feeling his tongue for the first time. He moved his face slowly down her neck until he found the sensitive hollow where her neck met her shoulders. There he nuzzled and lightly let his tongue flick across her skin. She could not believe she was sitting here in a classy restaurant with a man she knew so little about , while he was tasting her skin to her utter delight. She could not believe herself when she felt her hand move to his, feeling her fingers wrap around his hand and pull it to her breast. His hand gently cupped her breast in his palm, gently squeezing it, as if trying to judge its characteristics. She felt his thumb slide slowly across her nipple. It seemed to react to his touch in an instant, rising to almost full hardness with just this little caress. She felt the moan she was trying to stifle, caused by the sensations of his hand and lips on her, deep in her throat, and was afraid everyone within a hundred yards could hear her. As she fought to control her body’s reactions his fingers closed around her nipple, protected only by the sheer silk of her dress. She felt him pinch lightly and begin to roll it gently between his fingers. Slowly he pulled away; leaving her close to breathless just as the waiter rounded the corner with their appetizers. She struggled to catch her breath as the oysters and Brie was placed in front of them. The oysters still cooling in the cracked ice. He reached out and spread a large smear of Brie on a toast wedge and brought it to her mouth. She never knew for sure but later guessed that he purposely smeared some of the delicious cheese along her chin as he fed her. He reached out with a finger and gently wiped the soft cheese onto his finger. Without a thought he placed it to her lips. She felt her lips wrap around his finger and greedily suck it into her month, savoring both the taste of the cheese and the taste of his skin. He felt her tongue lick hungrily at his finger as she cleaned the cheese away. Slowly he began to withdraw his finger only to find her hand wrapping around his, holding it in place for a second longer. She reached out and found her glass and sipped lightly from it, inhaling the fragrance of the wine. While the glass was to her lips she felt his hands slide softly across the bare skin of her knee. Caressing and teasing at the same time. She sat still with the glass still at her lips as his hand caressed higher until it disappeared underneath her skirt. Her legs seemed to fall slack as she sat the glass down, and relaxed into her seat. His hands were warm and soft on her skin, making her tingle to each further touch. He looked into her eyes as his hand moved closer to her growing warmth, and instructed her to finish her glass of wine. As she brought the glass to her lips his fingers found the wet lips of her pussy, already partly open and inviting his caress. She almost bit the glass as his fingers found her clit, slowly rounding it with the tip his finger. She felt his fingers slide slowly into her hot, moist slit. Sliding slowly in and out and up and down inside her. She almost cried out when she felt his fingers abandon her heat. How could he leave her like this. She watched as hi hand reappeared above the table. Even in the dim light she could see that his fingers glistened with her juices. His hand moved carefully to her wine glass and very slowly rubbed his wet fingers around the rim of her glass. The glass seemed to shimmer like diamonds in a bright light as the moisture from his fingers caught the candle light. After he finished this very erotic act he brought his fingers to his mouth and sensuously licked each one clean. When he finished he motioned for the waiter. When the waiter arrived he motioned for the waiter to once again fill their glasses. She watched in fascination as the waiter poured her glass almost full, never dripping the first drop down the side.When the waiter departed he instructed her to taste this new wine. He watched as she lifted her glass and brought it to her lips. She couldn’t help herself , and her tongued flicked out to drag slowly along the rim of her glass. He watched as she tasted herself on the glasses’ rim before mixing that taste with that of the wine. She couldn’t believe she was sitting here with a virtual stranger, who had caressed her breast, wet his fingers in her moist pussy, and then rubbed her wet juices around the rim of her glass, much less that she was now tasting herself on the glass. She only wondered what would happen from here. Her senses were at a fever pitch, and she could still feel her juices leaking out between her legs. When their food arrived he told her that tonight he would feed her so that she would have nothing to do except savor the tastes he had had prepared for her. Through out the meal the tastes were exquisite, and the textures sensual, enhanced by the wines he brought to her lips. After she had eaten her fill of the delicacies he presented to her , all the while his free hand continued to tease her body, he looked at his watch and stated “ its now 7:45, we must hurry or we’ll miss dessert”. At that point she had no idea how things could get any better than they already were. His hands teased and stroked her from top to bottom as he looked her in the eyes and asked if she was ready for dessert. All she could do was nod her head in response. Without another word he laid money inside the folder the waiter had laid on the table. Taking her hand he helped her from the table and drew her close to him as they exited the restaurant. When they exited onto the street the sun was beginning to fade over the tops of the buildings nearby. Long shadows covered them in a soothing sample of the darkness that was to come. “Come you must see my project” he stated and took her hand and strode off down the sidewalk. They walked several blocks until they reached a new building that was under construction. From the street it appeared as if the building was complete, but a glance inside showed that the facade might be complete but that the interior was still to be completed. He drew a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door and let them in, locking the door behind them. Once again he took her hand and led her to the elevator. Taking another key he unlocked the elevator so that they could get on. As the doors closed behind them he drew her to him and crushed her lips with a passionate kiss. His lips tasting hers. His lips continued to explore her lips and neck as his hands moved to the sash of her dress, drawing the bow that held her dress closed slowly as he continued to kiss her. His kisses trailed down her neck onto her shoulders as his hands slowly slid her dress off her shoulders until she stood naked , except for her heels, in front of him. His hands reached to cup a firm breast in each hands. Gently caressing each one until her nipples were hard with anticipation. His tongue flicked out and slowly circled a turgid nipple before letting his lips wrap around her hardened nipple. His tongue was wet and soft on her nipple and as it licked, her nipple swelled even more until it felt as if it was going to burst. He slowly dropped a hand and let it trail across her stomach, moving lower until she felt it barely touching her bare pussy, her legs parted as she felt his hand slide between her legs. His fingers trailed lightly across her damp slit until they were coated in the fine dew coming from her moist mound. He slowly parted her lips until she felt his wet finger slide across her hooded clit. She felt her body tremble as his finger slipped past her wet lips to slide slowly inside her wetness. She felt that if he touched her clit again that she would explode. His finger gently probed deeper inside until she could feel it hook against the back of her pelvic bone, pressing on the firm area of tissue just inside. He stroked and teased the firm button of flesh exciting her even more. She couldn’t move, all she could do was concentrate on the mouth that continued to suck on her hard nipples and his finger deep inside her. He slowly withdrew his finger and took her arms and moved her to the side of the elevator turning her so that she was facing the wall with her breasts pressed against the side f the elevator. He reached between her legs from behind and slowly let two fingers slide inside her molten pussy. She could feel the juices beginning to flow from deep inside as his fingers probed deeper. He reached behind him and pressed a button on the control panel and the elevator began to climb. After several seconds she was blinded by the dying sun as the elevator cleared the main shaft and she realized that they were in a glass elevator on the side of the building. She gasped as she realized that she was standing there with here hard nipples pressed against the cool glass while she raised her ass higher and thrust back at his hand. She could see people walking along the street and thought that if they just looked up they would see her acting like a wanton slut here on the elevator, the thought that someone might see her exciting her even more. As the elevator continued its agonizingly slow ascent he dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face between her legs. His tongue snaked its way to her wet lips and slowly licked them and then he sucked her lips into his mouth. His tongue found her swollen clit and began to lick softly as his lips wrapped around it and he began to suck on her swollen clit. Just as she could feel her orgasm begin to build, the elevator reached its stop. He rose from behind her and cradled her to him and lead her off the elevator into an expansive living area. It was lavishly decorated and one entire wall appeared to be all glass. He took her hand as he opened a door and led her onto the balcony. He sat her down on a chaise lounge that still was in the suns dying rays here high above the street. He slowly spread her legs and resumed where he had left off in the elevator. His lips wrapped around her clit as his hands stroked her thighs and ass. Just as she was feeling that she would reach her orgasm he stood and backed away from the chair and removed his jacket, tossing it carelessly across the foot of the chaise. He began to loosen his tie, kicked off his shoes and slowly unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor around his ankles. She could see his straining cock pressing against his briefs, threatening to rip the material. He slowly pulled his briefs away and down until his swollen cock popped free . He stood looking at her as his hand moved to stroke his cock. She watched as he stroked his cock from top to bottom, never taking his eyes off her. She continued to watch as he stroked. He looked at her and said “touch yourself for me”. Her hands moved to her breasts, taking a hard nipple between her fingers and rolling them gently between her fingers. “Now wet your fingers for me” he said as he watched her hand find her wet pussy. Her finger slid across her hard clit and began to stroke it in rhythm with his hand on his cock. Her fingers traced slow circles around her hard clit each time he reached the top of his upstroke, matching the little twist he added at the end of each stroke. As she watched him, stroking his hard cock, her fingers buried themselves into her wetness drawing more moisture out with each stroke he made of his cock. “ Taste yourself for me “ he directed, and she couldn’t wait to bring her fingers to her mouth. Tentatively at first she flicked her tongue out and licked at one finger. She had always wondered what she really tasted like but had been scared to try it. Now she found she was sucking her fingers into her mouth, sucking her juices greedily into her mouth, all the while ever letting her eyes leave his cock. He reached out with his free hand to take her hand and pull her from the chaise lounge. He pulled her closer and took her hand and brought it to his cock. Her hand replaced his never missing a stroke. He leaned forward to kiss her lips, lips that were still wet with her juices. His lips tasted hers, his tongue licking softly across her lips. One of his hands once again found her breast and slowly rolled a hardened nipple between his fingers , while his other hand slipped softly between her legs. He slowly slid the edge of his hand between her lips letting his thumb slowly slide across her hard wet clit. Slowly he began to back up towards the edge of the balcony , drawing her with him, his fingers now buried inside her and using them and the fingers holding her nipple to pull her along. When he stopped he was suddenly gone from in front of her. She felt his hands reach around to find her breast again and she could feel his hard cock laying snug in the cleavage of her ass. She felt him push her shoulders forward until she was forced to reach out and grab the railing to keep from falling. His hand never left her breast as his other hand slipped between her legs and started to once again stroke her pussy. She could feel her juices leaking form inside to coat his hand. She reached between her legs and cupped his balls in her warm hand. His balls were heavy and firm and fit in the palm of her hand as if they were made for it. She felt his hand leave her, but it was replaced by the head of his cock, nestling itself between the lips of her enflamed pussy. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and tried to pull him into her, but he stayed firm in his position never letting her have more or less than the head of his cock. She felt his hand wrap around her upper arm drawing it away from between her legs. Urging her to place it on the railing. His hands fell to the swell of her hips and with one swift movement she felt him pull her to him, impaling her on his cock. He remained buried inside her for a few brief moments, the skin of his upper thigh melting into that of her buttocks. with a little rocking motion he began to make long full strokes slowly into and out of her. He slowly increased his pace until he was into a steady rhythm of burying his cock deep and withdrawing until just the head remained between her lips. Her breathing was becoming raged as he continued his strokes and she could feel her orgasm starting to build. She tried desperately to thrust back onto him but he always maintained his distance keeping just the head inside her at the end of each stroke. At the end of one stroke he said, “stand very still and look straight ahead”. She looked straight out in front of her, and was amazed to see an apartment building only a couple of hundred feet away across the street. Through the windows she could see people watching TV and even one couple making love on their bed. While she was watching this he was holding his cock and rubbing her clit with the head of his cock, letting the mushroom head drag teasingly back and forth. Dinner at 7, Dessert at 8 She felt him place the head back against her wet lips, and tried to force herself onto him. He held her hips in place refusing to let her move. She was about to explode when she felt his grip on her hips tighten and with one savage stroke he buried himself inside her. Where earlier he had been slow and methodical he now drove into her with a vengeance. His cock driving deep with each stroke. His pace quickened as he pulled her onto his cock over and over. She could hear and feel their skin smacking together each time he buried his cock inside her. She felt his hand leave her hip and come to rest in her blonde hair. Drawing it tight around the nape of her neck, he continued to thrust into her with animal like strokes, using her hair to pull her onto him. His hand pulling in her hair caused her to arch her back to relieve some of the pressure. She felt his other hand leave her hip and then felt it smack down across her ass. She had never had a man do that to her and it turned her on even more when she felt another firm but not hard smack on her ass. Then she realized that he was now riding her. Thrusting his hard cock into her, using her hair to pull her onto his thrusting cock and urging her on with the gentle but firm smacks on her ass. She used her arms to push herself onto his cock trying to force him even deeper inside her. They thrust at each other I a frenzy that threatened to consume them. Each time his hand fell across her ass she thrust back harder at him, reveling in the sound their skin made as he reached the bottom of each stoke. She felt her legs begin to tremble as his thrust grew even faster inside her. Hard strokes, hard enough at times to make her feel light on her feet, as he thrust upwards into her. Her orgasm didn’t well up inside her like she was accustomed to but rather exploded inside her drenching them both with her juices. Her legs turned rubbery and she slumped towards the balcony floor to her knees. She felt his hard cock spring loose from inside her and as she turned she could see him standing in front of her, his hard cock bobbing angrily in front of her face. Without thinking she grabbed his cock and engulfed it in her mouth., tasting her juices on his shaft. She sucked on the head and furiously began to jack his cock into her mouth. His hands found her hair and he thrust himself deep into her mouth in one stroke as his cock exploded. His cum filled her mouth as she tried to swallow burst after burst of his hot cum. She sucked on his cock as it began to soften in her mouth, cleaning the last of his cum from his cock, squeezing the head to force the last drop out and slowly licking it into her mouth. She could feel his legs trembling as his now soft cock slipped out of her mouth. He collapsed in a heap beside her drawing her to him until she was sitting in his lap. With a soft kiss on his lips she whispered in his ear “I sure enjoyed dessert”. Dinner at Adam's Mary stood in front of the mirror and assessed her reflection. Not too bad she thought. Tonight she was going to a dinner party that her friend Adam was hosting, and of course Adam has insisted that everyone dress up. Mary loved dressing up, it gave her a reason to scour the shops for just that perfect outfit. She smiled at her reflection, turned and left her apartment and got into the cab waiting outside. Climbing out of the cab, Mary paused to straighten her outfit and take a few calming breaths. Adam always had interesting people at his parties and Mary loved meeting new people, especially as Adam had such gorgeous friends. At his last party, Mary met this intriguing person who occupied most of her time. Mary hoped she would be there tonight. Mary's heels tapped on the pavement as walked up to the door and she straightened her hair while she waited for Adam to come to let her in. The door finally opened and Adam stood before her in a dapper vintage burgundy and black smoking jacket, beautiful black trousers and a thin moustache! "Ah Mary! You look gorgeous! Do come in and let me take those bottles." Mary kissed Adam hello and handed over the bubbles and red wine. Stepping into the room, she cast her eyes around as Adam walked off. Within moments of entering the house Mary had spotted Ann. Her back was to the door so Mary took the opportunity to look at her from the top of her glossy black head to her elegantly shod feet! A large portion of her back was exposed in a black evening dress that shimmered in the light. It came over her smooth milky shoulders with thin jewel straps and was cut away exposing the delicate bumps of her spine to the small of her back. Her glossy black hair was swept up on top of her head with a couple of wisps hanging down at the nape of her neck. Such a delicate nape which begged to be caressed and kissed. Mary glanced back down, drawn by a flickering movement, to find a strong tanned hand resting within the small of her back with the thumb gently caressing her spine. Surprised at the presence of the hand, Mary looked up and blushed! She had been caught by the owner of the hand in her detailed exploration of Ann. The man smiled and winked, then leaned in and whispered into Ann's ear. Her tinkling laugh rang out across the room as she turned and smiled at Mary and extended her hand in encouragement for her to join them. Unable to refuse the invitation Mary stepped into the room and thought to herself "Let the games begin!" "Oh Mary, I was wondering when you were going to arrive" Ann began. Mary leaned in to kiss Ann lightly on the cheek then stepped back to survey her gorgeous body! Ah a divine dress, which hung gently in folds over her firm unsupported breasts, falls gracefully over her long curvaceous body. "Finished darling? .... Yes, well this sexy boy is David" Ann said to draw back Mary's attention. Once again Mary blushed as she raised her eyes to the two smiling faces that had watched with amusement her perusal of Ann's body. "She's gorgeous isn't she" drawled David "but then so are you Mary". Now it was Mary's turn to be assessed. She stood back momentarily as they both took in the red bustier with wide straps, black skirt with a red embroidered dragonfly, and impossibly high black sandals. Mary was gratified that her efforts were being appreciated. Adam walked back over and handed Mary a glass of champagne. "Well Mary, I see you've met David and Ann. Such a gorgeous couple aren't they?" Adam stated. "Ok, it's off to the dining room with all of us now. Cook has advised that the starters are ready" Adam announced as he turned and moved on to the other guests encouraging them to move on into the dinning room. "Ladies, will you join me" David asked offer an arm to each Ann and Mary. Mary was seated next to David and across from Ann. It was an enjoyable meal. Mary got to gaze across at Ann while she delicately ate the tasty morsels on her plate and made conversation with the man seated next to her. David chatted lightly with Mary occasionally regaling her with interesting stories about their childhood escapades. Apparently they were all old friends from school. As they came to dessert, David leaned over and whispered into Mary's ear "I can't but help but notice your attraction to Ann and I must say I am rather jealous!" Mary turned towards her companion and said "Oh don't be silly David! I've seen your lustful gazes to our host down the other end and I know where your interests lie!" "Hmm quick evasion, but very astute of you to notice. Adam is a dear friend and companion but prefers to admire me from afar. Which is ok, since I like a little variety? Like you, for instance." David suggested. "Oh really! You are such sweet thing," Mary replied and caressed his cheek and whispered "but yes you did notice correctly, it is Ann that holds my attention tonight." "Hmm, I thought so! Well then you'll be interested to know she also warned me to leave you alone tonight and to concentrate on Adam for a change." David whispered back into her ear. "Hey you two, what are you whispering about?" interrupted Ann as she looked sternly at David. "I think she's jealous!" David whispered to Mary. "Nothing Ann, David was just telling me about..." began Mary. "David, you promised you wouldn't tell any stories, now eat your dessert" admonished Ann. David and Mary returned their attention to their desserts, delicious mixed berries soaked in champagne with a rich creamy chocolate sauce. As they did so, Mary felt something brush her leg and looked up to see Ann watching her. Ann lifted a strawberry up to her mouth with her fork and gently sucked it into her mouth, she then slowly licked her lips and gently smiled. Mary noticed a smudge of chocolate in the corner of Ann's mouth and desperately wanted to lean over the table and lick it off. Involuntarily her tongue darted out and licked the spot on her own mouth aching for a taste. Once again Mary felt something brush her leg, finally realizing that it was Ann's foot. Obviously those long legs were a distinct advantage for reaching under tables. Her foot nudged Mary's knees apart, unfortunately her skirt restricted this movement so Ann could barely get her foot between her parted legs. Discretely Mary shifted so that her skirt bunched up higher around her thighs allowing Ann better access. Her big toe grazed the inside of her thigh and softly followed it up until she bumped into the warm junction covered in silk. Mary grew flushed as Ann's toe gently moved against her lips. In reflex action Mary's thighs fell open further, bumping against David's thigh. He reached down and stroked Mary's bare thigh drawing it further against his own unknowingly giving Ann greater access with her probing foot. David continued to hold her thigh against his and stoke the inside gently. Ann's toe nudged aside the silk and ducked under to bury in closer to Mary's clit and move minutely against it. Mary grew even more heated and flushed in her seat. Ann looked on knowingly yet continued to delicately eat the berries and chocolate sauce. "Mary, are you OK? You looked flushed! I hope David is behaving himself?" Asked Adam from the other end of the table. Mary started up in her seat, clamping her legs closed as Ann's foot and David hand left her highs abruptly. "Yes, thank you Adam, the meal was delicious. It must be all this good food and wine that is making me flushed!" Mary quickly responded. "Marvelous! Glad you approve!" said Adam. He looked around and noted that everyone had finished their desserts so suggested they all move into the lounge room for more beverages. Mary excused herself to go freshen up. Reaching the old fashioned powder room, Mary splashed her face to cool down. She looked up from the basin to see what damage the water had done to her makeup but luckily her minimal make-up and waterproof mascara were safe. Noting a movement to her left Mary realized that she had an audience. Ann was behind her, and remarked "Beautiful tattoo, it matches your skirt." As Mary had bent over the sink to splash her face her skirt and bodice had parted exposing the small of her back showing the black dragonfly. Ann came right into the powder room, closed and locked the door. It was a big room with carpet and a couch in the corner. Mary was over and in Ann's arms within two strides. First she kissed that chocolate smudge of the corner of her mouth, moaning with pleasure. Her hands roamed over the bare expanse of her back and sides, grazing the exposed sides her of breasts before slipping under the warm soft material to rub her thumbs over her nipples. Ann's head fell back in pleasure and Mary took advantage nuzzling at her long exposed neck. Mary lifted her head "I've been dying to do that all night, you vixen you, teasing me with those smoldering looks and wandering feet!" Mary grabbed Ann's hand and drew it down to her cunt "Just see how wet you've made me! And what are you going to do about it?" Ann grabbed her hand away from Mary's moist heat, using it to guide her over to the couch and push her down onto it while drawing up her skirt. Pushing aside the crotch of her silk undies Ann began to nuzzle, lick and nip around her wet lips, gently teasing. As Mary moaned and wriggled around, Ann grabbed hold of her hips and went in fast, hard and strong. Mary's clit was swollen and wet and Ann's buzzing mouth was pushing her close to the edge. Ann moved one hand down to slip a couple of fingers in Mary's opening to pulse against her swollen cunt walls and drum against her engorged G. Unbeknown to Mary, the inner door had opened and David had quietly walked in and briefly watched on with amazement before dropping down to the floor and diving below the folds of Ann's black dress. So as Mary was writhing around in pleasure from Ann's ministering touch, Ann was striving to maintain these ministrations while David began to drive her wild. His hands and mouth were hard at work, teasing her clit and plunging into her greedy cunt. Mary's pleasure and her own were driving her into a fever pitch. She only hoped that she could maintain her concentration to bring Mary over the edge. Thankfully Ann could feel Mary's climax coming as her cunt walls tightened around her fingers, Ann's own began to spasm. Mary moaned with pleasure and waves ran through her body triggering a hard and fast rush through Ann. David groaned as he felt Ann's cunt close around his hand. David quietly withdrew and went in hurried search of Adam. Ann joined Mary on the couch for a long kiss and to rest in her strong arms. Their pause together was brief as a knock was made at the door from other dinners in need! Mary was definitely going to get Ann's number this time to make sure she wouldn't have to wait for Adam's next parties so she could see this delightful vision again. Who knows she might even invite her home tonight! Dinner At Eight The parcel arrived by courier just as the E﷓Mail message appeared on your monitor at work. It read "Driver will pick you up at 8:00, do not open package until you are instructed to do so. Watch IM for instructions." What is in the package, it is small and light, with gold foil wrapping and black silk ribbon. As curious as you are, you do not open it. The day drags on slowly. the package sitting on your desk taunting you, making you wonder what the coming of night will bring. It's five o'clock the work day finished, you gather your things placing the small gold box in your purse and head home. Traffic is congested but you don't mind, for your daydreams take away the time. As you sit in traffic your hand gently glides over your thigh. Moving up your stomach and gently caressing the underside of your breast. Your nipple already hardening from your thoughts, you suddenly realize where you are. The cabby smiles an evil smile as he has been watching you in the mirror the whole time. A slight blush covers your face but you do not mind, your almost home. When you arrive there is an E﷓mail message waiting for you. "Take a warm bath you will find rose petals and oil by the tub to add to the water. Do not use any perfumes after, only the rose scent from the bath shall be on your skin. Other instructions will follow." You enter the bedroom to strip yourself of the reminders of the day. There is a box on the bed. It is wrapped the same as the small package. A note not to open until instructed, has been tied to the top. You remove your clothing as your imagination runs wild. Upon entering the bathroom you discover the basket of petals and a small crystal vile of rose oil. Candles set the mood, as the back of the tub lined with them greets you. Placed prior to your arrival, planned for your pleasure. A glass of white wine rests on the tiles edge. It is still very cold, it hasn't been there for very long. Wondering to yourself, how does he know when I will arrive. The condensation on the glass drips down as you bring it to your lips, the droplet falls on your breast exciting the nipple as the wetness covers it, making it harden more than before. You lazily roll it between your fingers relishing the sensations that it produces, remembering the time that this act was done for you by strong yet gentle hands in this very room. You slowly pass the cold glass across the other nipple feeling the coldness that is now producing a warm glow between your legs. You run your fingers thru the hair, parting the lips, probing the dampness wetting it before bringing it to your lips to taste the sweetness. In the tub warm water and the roses aroma easing away the tensions of the day from your body. Again your fingers find their way to the places that excite your being. You stroke yourself taking care to use just enough pressure to take you to the edge, slowly you bring yourself closer and closer. Just as your climax is inevitable the I﷓Mail alarm brings you back to earth. "Its not yet time to come, it is time to dress." "Dry yourself before the mirror." You rise from the tub and dry your body with the soft towel all the while gazing at the image before you. "Open the small package now." You do as instructed, Upon opening the small box, laid on the velvet lining is a beautiful gold chain with a clip on each end. Each clip has a small diamond that catches the light as you lift it to examine it more closely. "Place one clip on each nipple, tighten it until your satisfied........ then one﷓half turn more, let the chain hang between unsupported except for the clips." Again the I﷓Mail has seen, and has directed you. The clips close around your nipples causing them to harden more than a normal stimulation would create. The discomfort is rapidly replaced by a strange erotic pleasure that spreads through your body. In the mirror the reflection displays an dream like vision, semi﷓captive yet totally free. The wetness between your legs intensifies as you continue to look upon yourself, the uncontrollable urge to lift the chain away from your body replaces all common sense, so you first gently pull, then harder as you imagine it being done by another. The pleasures felt by this tugging envelopes you. "Open the box on the bed and put on only the contents", again the I﷓Mail has waken you from the fantasy. The box contains a beautiful wrap around dress of the softest silk, and matching heels. There is also a gold chain to be worn at the waist as a closure. It to has two small clasps, but why one on each end, you ask yourself. No panties or Bra will be worn. The dress fits loosely around your breasts threatening to expose your finery with the least bit of unplanned movement. Your nipples prominent against the silk betray the lust you feel inside. Bending to put on the shoes you see in the bedroom mirror a woman bound for pleasure, the clips plainly visible the nipples dark and hard. The chain hanging like a tether to be used to manipulate and control. It's 7:50... The doorman rings up telling of your drivers arrival. You hastily grab your clutch purse and head downstairs. At the curb your greeted by a beautiful woman with long black hair, she opens the car door for you and you get in. Before she closes the door she stops momentarily and stares, a knowing smile comes across her face, you can now see why, as you sat back your dress opened and the nipple clips and chain came into view. Where are we going? you ask. She replies "farther than you've been before". A slight wink and she closes the door, pulling away from the curb you head into the night. The night air is warm and you feel a small drop of perspiration roll down the valley of your breasts. Is it the heat or what is to come. The car pulls over to the curb and you lean over to see as the door is opened. I am standing there looking down at you, the chain sparkles as it catches the light. I smile down at you, for you are a beautiful sight to behold. You have pleased me very much. Your body is warm against me as I sit down beside you for the continuation of our evening. Taking your hand I raise it to my lips, the smell of roses fill my senses as I gently kiss it. Not able to control myself I take one of your fingers between my lips and suck it into my mouth, all the while staring into your eyes. Your face is so beautiful, framed by your golden hair, accented by the darkness of your eyes and the soft curve of your lower lip. This is a euphoria one could easily get lost in. I brush back a blonde curl from your face and place my hand behind your head pulling you toward me, I kiss you. Softly at first then pushing my tongue forward I enter the warm wetness of your mouth. Our tongues caress each others, flirting as only they know, giving pleasures as only we know. You sit back and I present you with a small box, wrapped as the others. You are told to open it. It also filled with gold and diamond, but the shape is strange to you. You ask what it is and I tell you that it is a very personal item to be attached only by the one you love. Handing me the box tells me what your eyes have already betrayed. You are still unsure of its purpose and sit motionless waiting for some clue. Pushing your left knee away and pulling your right to me, I spread your legs giving me total access to your delicate flesh. I spread the moist folds and expose the soft pink pearl of your clit. Tracing soft slow circles on the tip makes it reach out from its hiding place eager for my touch. Your push back into the seat arms rigid at your sides, spreading your legs wider and rolling your hips you raise the prize to me. With your eyes closed you don't see my hand move to fasten the clip around the base of your clit. You stare as I attach the waist chain tugging gently as if to test its fastness. You are surprised at the feel, not uncomfortable but a definite reminder of the control you desire. Gently stroking your outer lips while you adjust to the new sensations. While helping you sit upright you notice the driver adjusting the rear view mirror back to its original position, she was witness to the whole ceremony, she smiles at you and your face flushes. Taking your hand in mine I give it a gentle squeeze, a reassurance that you are protected, and also as a sign of who loves and controls you. Placing our hands on my lap you can feel the heat of my cock against the back of your hand, swelling slightly from the contact with you. It is for you, just not yet, but soon. You look up at me and know you are safe, Kissing you, then putting my arm around you and pulling you tightly to my side reassures you of everything. We continue to ride into the night. Stopping before a lavish restaurant we exit the car and walk towards the door. All eyes seem to be upon you as your beauty captivates all those around us. Your nipples prominent against the softness of your dress again betray the lust your body has to offer. Your arm is securely wrapped with mine, my hand on yours I hold you close to me. Without delay we are ushered to the secluded booth in the upper loft away from roving eyes. A beautiful view of the city spreads itself before us. Lights twinkle in the distance just as the chain sparkles from the candlelight cast upon it. A chilled decanter of white wine is brought to us without request without delay, all is planned for you tonight. Warm breads and sweet butter is placed on the table before us. The waiter begins to pour the wine but I stop him and take the vessel from his hands, dismissing him. I shall serve you, just as you will serve me. After pouring the wine I bring the glass to your lips, you drink your eyes never leaving mine. I prepare the bread and serve it to, you eat it and after begin to lightly run your tongue across your lips, I stop you, and use my own to cleanse away the slight brush of butter. Being so close to you has taken over once again and I kiss you, relishing the sweetness of your lips. As we talk with both our mouths and eyes I am gently caressing the side of your face. Tilting your head toward my hand you rub it against your cheek as a cat would act toward it's master. A fine meal of succulent fish and steamed vegetables is brought to us. You are hungry, eat well for you shall need the nourishment and energy for the coming events. I feed you from my plate, the fish melting in your mouth, vegetables crisp and delicious. You are cared for in every respect, I open the front of your dress exposing the sides of your breasts. A drop of the wine from my finger tip is placed between your breasts, I watch it slowly glide into the valley and disappearing beneath the fabric. I will search for it later. Taking the chain between my fingers I pull you toward me, I pause the chain taut, your nipples stretched, your breathing pulling the chain tighter as you exhale, time stands still as I lean toward you and run my tongue across your lips. parting them I kiss you with passion reserved for the bedroom. My hand cups your breast and kneads the tender flesh squeezing it feeling the firmness. Your body is made for love. I bring your hands to my hardness you feel it pulsate between your fingers. You stroke me thru the material wishing it were free of its confines so that you could take it into your mouth, sucking it, running your tongue over it, the velvet texture pushing its way deeper into your throat as you take it all. You long for the salty taste that has bathed your tongue so many times before. All the while I'm making love to your mouth with my tongue. I to long for the taste only your body can provide, the sweet cream of your flesh comparable to no other. It is time to go. I come to your side of the table and stand before you. Taking your face in my hands I help you stand. Facing the large window with me pressed against your body from behind I slowly explore the curve of your hips, upward to your waist, reaching around I cup your breasts in my hands rolling the nipples with my thumbs. You press back against me rolling your hips. Grasping the chain I pull tenderly upward exciting the nerves of your clit, the pressure multiplied as you continue to roll your hips. All you can see is our reflection in the glass, what is the view from outside, what display of lust do you project to the world. I lower my lips to your ear sucking the lobe into my mouth, enjoying the affect it has on your body. Standing upright I press myself against you once more holding my hardness against you, with my hands on your hips I press you tighter against me. We turn to go, as we descend the stairs your effect on the public is the same, they stop and are captivated by your presence. Your dress is more open the sides of your breasts visible the chain glistening in the light. the waist chains end disappearing between the folds of your dress. The car is waiting, the driver also stares, not with the same devilish smile as before, but with admiration and jealousy for the elegance and raw sexuality you project. We enter the car pressed closely to one another and head home. The apartment is lighted by the glow of the city and moon shining in. Fresh fruits and creams are arranged on the table by the sofa. These were not here before you look at me and smile for desert has not been forgotten. I escort you to the bathroom so that you can relieve yourself. I kneel before you as you do, removing your heels, all the time looking into your eyes, enjoying your presence. You stand and are captured by my arms, I hug you close and whisper my love to you. Taking your hand I lead you into the living room. A large white fur rug has replaced the coffee table the fruits and creams are dispensed around the perimeter how do you ask yourself is this done without you hearing and in such a short time. Guiding you to the center I release your hand and step back to look at you. I take a seat in the large overstuffed chair, the chair that has been a comfort to you, a place of shared pleasures, and also a destination for discipline and pain when disobedience was your downfall. "Remove your dress slowly and reattach the waist chain as before". You do as you are told, and now stand naked before me. On your knees with your legs spread, lean back on your hands so your breasts are taut. You do as instructed, and hold this position. Placing a silken blindfold over your eyes I take away your sight, this will heighten the other senses. I am standing above you looking down. My clothing has been removed and my erection stands out from my body long and thick, the veins protruding the head dark and swollen. You start to move and I stop you. "You will do as your told when your told", a quick upward tug on the chain reminds you of who is the slave, and who is the master. I kneel beside you dripping the thick cream onto your body, recapturing it with my tongue. No area is left untouched the wetness grows as you feel it start to seep and run down your leg. This shall be my desert. Berries are dipped into the cream and held to your lips, "suck it". Your lips take hold removing the cream savoring it. Your tongue searches for the last traces. Other fruits are given in the same way, a sweet trail of cream has formed between your breast from what has escaped your lips. "Suck it", The order is the same but this time it is my cock decorated with the rich topping. I hold it to your lips and then your mouth surrounds it. You take it in earnest as if it were to be your last meal. Your hands wanting to grip my ass to force the shaft deeper into your throat. Bobbing your head you fuck me with your mouth. Gripping the chain I pull upward, your nipples and clit are stretched this makes you suck harder. I offer you my balls to feast upon and you gently take each one, rolling them with your tongue. Pulling away you are left blind and wanting. You hear movement but cannot make out what is happening. More than the sounds of a single pair of footsteps are heard. Who else has witnessed your naked display. Your heart races as you imagine what is in store. Hands grip you beneath your arms and you are lifted to your feet. You feel the chain lifted from your body and you follow as the tension guides you. The chain goes slack and you stop. The sound of a furniture piece being arranged reaches your ears. A hand on the back of your neck pushes you forward another on your waist bends you down. Your weight is supported at your waist to just below your beasts as you are laid over the piece. You cannot make out the form of this furniture it is unfamiliar but the soft cushion holds you comfortably. Some one moves in behind you forcing your feet apart with theirs. You lay bent over, fully exposed, dripping with desire. Is it my master or possibly one to ready me further for him? Hands begin to explore your body running down your back, up your sides a light sensuous touch making your skin twitch and your muscles tighten. Fingers spread the moist folds of your pussy. You feel the clip removed, nothing shall block the entrance to your womb. Cool drops of an unknown liquid land between the valley of the cheeks of your ass. Running down they form a pool at the tight bud which only your master has penetrated. First one then two fingers are pushed into the tight hole, stroking to spread you open. The fingers are removed and then you feel a firm object replace them. As it goes deeper you hold your breath, feeling your ass spread wide then the thickness decreases but the fullness is buried deep inside. The plug is in place. Your mind a blur you again wonder if anyone else is witness to your plight. Again the fingers seek out the wetness between your legs, they grip your lips spreading them, you feel a tongue being pressed into the opening. The tongue continues the assault on your body licking you, lips sucking the juices from you. It brushes against your clit lightly at first then with an increased intensity. Your clit prisoner between the lips and held by teeth is ravaged by merciless flicks of the tongue over and over, the chain still firmly attached to your nipples pulled taut stretching them. You have no choice but to cum as your animal passions take over. The juices of your body rushing forth like a river. Your body and senses still in a state of total arousal suddenly feels the invasion of what you know to be your master. The firmness is pressed deep hands holding your hips you raise your ass upward to feel all of what you love. The stroking is hard and deep, fucking you like an animal, you feel the full length pulled and then pushed deep into the wetness. Your ass still filled by the plug makes the pressure inside your pussy that much greater. The rubbing of the shaft against your clit is electric. You reach out to hold anything that can give you leverage, nothing is within your grasp. Your mind knows that for now you are a receptacle for lust. The intense fucking continues as your orgasms seem to meld into one continuous journey of ecstasy. Still the relentless barrage continues. No sight of who is witness, no sound except for the slap of your masters thighs against your flesh and the breathing that is your only clue to the intensity he feels. The moment of his release nears as you feel the grip on your hips tighten, short deep grinding thrusts tell you he is near. The cock inside you swells larger and you feel the flood of warmth fill you. Your master holds you tight pushing to the deepest recesses of your body, you feel the pulsations of the shaft inside of you. Your pussy tightens and you squeeze the cock buried inside of you. The cum seeps from your lips running down the inside of your legs. Dinner at Hers She viewed her reflection in the mirror on the bedroom wall. A long silk skirt flowed over the round curves of her hips, flatteringly accentuating their shape. A linen waistcoat nipped in at the waist and buttoned over her breasts just low enough to reveal the white lace edge of her bra. The golden skin on her bare arms gleamed from the light covering of oil she had smoothed on after her long soak in the bath. Dark hair tumbled over her shoulders in loose curls the way it always did when it was freshly washed. She smiled at herself, quietly pleased with what she saw. Slipping her feet into sandals she scanned the room. A large bed, luxuriously swathed in a handmade patchwork cover in shades of green velvet. Cream walls were home to patterned canvases she painted, nearest thing to a gallery they would ever be in, she thought. A pine chest of drawers stood in the corner by the door draped in a silk scarf, the matching wardrobe against the opposite wall. Small lamps glowed on either side of the bed sending cones of light onto the ceiling, highlighting the gold flecks in the large colourful painting above the bed. This was her favourite room in the cottage. The sound of the doorbell filled the tiny house, she hurried across the floorboards to answer the summons. He stood on the step in front of the blue door, absentmindedly running his fingers through his thick grey hair, anticipating the evening ahead. They had met two weeks previously and had hit it off immediately and after two coffee dates and much communication through email and telephone, she had invited him to her home for supper. It had been a long time since he had met a woman who intrigued him as much as she, or, for that matter, with whom he felt as much chemistry. He hoped that tonight he would get to know her even better. She opened the front door, and greeted him with a sweet smile - Welcome - she gestured with her hand for him to enter the small sitting room into which it led. The evening sun dappling through the bamboo blinds at the window was the only light in the room but still enough for her to appreciate the sight of him. Tall and slim, wearing a light wool jumper and casual blue jeans his feet slid into sandals that weren't dissimilar from her own, much favoured Birkenstocks. He really was a remarkably attractive man, she thought, becoming aware of the physical response she was feeling just by being in close proximity of him. With the door closed she moved a little closer, enveloping him in an embrace, inhaling the fresh fragrance of his neck. Responding to her warmth he held her tightly and kissed her lightly on the lips, feeling an instant stirring of arousal, he released his hold and stepped back, he did not want to appear disrespectful. -Something smells good. He decided to play it safe and this was not a lie, the smell of the homemade lasagne bubbling in the oven had permeated the house and it did indeed smell good. -Thank you. I hope it tastes good. Come on through to the kitchen, can I offer you a glass of wine? Noticing her own gabbling, she silently checked herself, talking too much was something she always did when nervous and her physical reaction to this man made her very nervous. -Yes, that would be lovely. He stood transfixed, watching as she reached to a shelf for the glasses, seeing top and waistband parting company revealing smooth, tight skin, the movement of her breasts tantalising... He took a deep breath and looked away. From the offered glass he took a deep draught, wondering how he would get through an entire meal with this woman, such was her allure. Deciding to address the undeniable tension, she bent to the front of the Rayburn, opening the both the hot and warming oven, grabbing the towel that hung from the rail she carefully extracted the dish from one and placed it in the other, both heavy cream enamelled doors closed with a thud. She took a good sip of her wine and her courage in her hands. -Let me give you a tour of the house, you've already seen the lounge and kitchen. It's very compact won't take long. With a smile, he took the hand extended towards him and followed her through the kitchen. She opened the door to her left, revealing a tiny neat bathroom. Directly opposite was the bedroom, her hand hovered near the door handle, looking into his face, she smiled tentatively, hoping she had gauged the situation correctly. - This is the last room. Are you coming in? - Oh yes, I surely am. Standing opposite each other in the cosy room, their eyes locked for a moment. Raising a hand to her cheek, his thumb grazed her lips. She responded by allowing the tip of her tongue to poke out far enough to touch the lingering digit, parting her lips she took the tip between them and sucked lightly. -Damn it woman, you're hot. He took his hand away and pressed her firmly but gently against the wall with the weight of his body, taking her wrists in his hands raising them above her head. Pinned in this way, in no doubt of his ardour as the heat from the hardness beneath his jeans seeped into her belly, she yielded to the deep exploratory kiss. First he sucked lightly on her lower lip, then the top one before returning to his starting point. She responded in kind parting her lips enough to allow his tongue to find hers. Releasing her wrists, he trailed a finger down the side of her neck and along the edge of her top until it encountered the first button, resting it there he slowly kissed along the path his finger had taken. Her breathing quickened, her fingers burying themselves in his hair pulling his head closer to the soft fullness of her breasts. Breathing deeply into her cleavage, relishing in the light fragrance that clung to her skin and the feel of smooth, delicate breast skin beneath his lips. Raising himself from his stoop looking her in the face, he unbuttoned the waistcoat without breaking eye contact, pushing it off her shoulders, it fell to the floor before he allowed his gaze to drop to view the full white lace cups of her bra, standing out a stark contrast to the light caramel of sun kissed skin. His hands skimmed over them and down her midriff until they encountered the band of her skirt, tucking his middle finger beneath he expertly used index finger and thumb to release the zip, causing the skirt to slither fluidly into a pool at her feet with a gentle rustle. He stepped back holding his hands out, she took them, stepping out of the skirt puddle and sandals simultaneously. As beautiful as she looked in her matching underwear, he wanted to see all of her. His hands flew to the clasp between her breasts but she covered them with her own to halt him. - You have me at a disadvantage. Please, allow me. She smiled as she spoke and took the bottom edge of his jumper in both hands, he raised his arms to allow her to pull it off in one smooth action. Freeing the t-shirt from the belted waist of his jeans she removed it in the same way. She stroked his chest, exploring the feel of hair roughened skin, kissing along his collar bone and down until she reached the small, tight nipple where her tongue traced its outline. She slowly walked around him, trailing her fingertips across his side as she went, pausing long enough to run a long finger and feather kisses down his spine as far as the leather belt would allow. Once facing him again raising onto tiptoes, she kissed his lips while her hands deftly opened the buckle and the button fly of the jeans which, with some leg shaking encouragement, slipped to the ground and were kicked off to the side along with the sandals in a second. The kiss became more urgent, as did the need to remove the last wisps of fabric that covered them. This time she did not try to thwart his attempt to unfasten the bra instead welcoming the relief that came with releasing the heavy swell of her voluminous breasts. Once dispensed with the bra joined the other discarded clothes on the floor, in a moment, both panties and boxers joined the pile. A few seconds of visual feasting on each other's bodies fuelled their desire further, they both moved towards a misaimed embrace which caught him off balance, toppling him backwards onto the bed. Laughter rumbled through him as he lay with his back on the plush cover, legs hanging, from the knees down, over the edge. He reached for a pillow and positioned it under his head so as to see her. Standing between his open legs, she brushed her fingers from his throat to his navel, circling them around the ellipse, invoking a gasp of pleasure. Continuing their journey until they reached their throbbing destination of his large steely manhood, her fingers curled around his stiffness, she passed her thumb over the tip. While still looking him in the eye and not relinquishing her grip, she knelt before him, her knees cushioned by the sheepskin rug. Her tongue replaced the thumb and slowly swirled around the satiny sensitive head, the tip licking along the ridge, finding the tight sinuous cord and flicking lightly. Parting her lips, she slowly took the length in her warm mouth, sucking both firmly and gently in turn. With her hands she stroked his thighs and hips. Not once did she break eye contact. His breathing became deeper, his hips began to move, knowing he was close she brought her hand to the shaft picking up the rhythm without missing a beat, her other hand squeezing gently on the drum tight balls. With a deep moan he erupted in climax, shooting spurts of creamy liquid into the back of her throat, an offering she swallowed, hungrily, licking every last drop from him before standing again to join him on the bed. He watched as she crawled cat like towards him, breasts and hips swaying, inviting touch. As she drew level with his shoulder she raised herself up on her knees, stretching her arms up gathering her hair in her hands on the way, presenting herself as if a prize to a victor. Pulling himself up to his knees behind her, stroking the underside of her arms before cupping and kneading her breasts, rolling the hard nipple between finger and thumb, pleased as he felt the pucker increase in reaction to his touch. As his hands travelled down across her soft belly, she released her hair, reaching her arms back to touch the back of his neck that was bent forward so he could kiss her shoulders. He heard her gasp when he eased an exploratory finger between her labia, teasing her clitoris a little before flipping her onto her back. Turning his attention back to her breasts, taking the weight of one in both hands, shaping it into a triangle, popping the nipple and large areola perfectly for him to suckle and feast. She smoothed his hair in a soothing action that spurred him on to pay equal homage to the other aching breast. Her hips began to move as his tongue played with her nipple, she could feel the beginnings of orgasm building. His head made its way down her body, kissing her midriff and lower belly, hands followed, dragging down her sides and over her hips, parting her legs to expose her to his gaze. Gently he pulled her labia apart revealing her pink beauty. Lowering his head, he led with his nose, inhaling her delicate musk, extending his tongue, touching it lightly first to each inner lip then flicking and circling her clitoris. He loved the smell and taste. Feeling his erection begin to return he scooped a hand beneath her, grasping her bottom and raising her up enough for him to dip his tongue into her wetness, holding her open with the fingers of his free hand, licking, sucking and fucking her with his expert tongue and fingers. He felt her belly tighten with the first spasm, a deep primal groan came from her throat, grabbing her own breasts squeezing and pulling the nipples harder and fiercer than he would have dared to. Thrusting her hips up, juices flowing, he buried his face further, lapping up her pleasure flow. The waves subsided, she placed a hand on his head with a little pressure indicating him to stop. Positioning himself over her. Kissing her full on the mouth, pushing his tongue between her lips for her to taste herself. Still on fire, she needed to be filled. Reaching up, taking his face between her hands. - Fuck me, now! She spoke in a deep, passion filled whisper. He did not need to be told twice. Kneeling between her legs he aligned his engorged cock with her open, wantonly inviting cunt. Pushing into the warm, yielding depth in one deep thrust, she moaned with exquisite joy of receiving his thickness, raising her legs to accommodate him better, circling them around his waist, encouraging an even deeper penetration. He watched his cock thrust in and out, his full length emerging slick and glistening then disappearing again. They scanned each other's faces, watching the expressions of pleasure. Her legs tightened, her hands grabbing his buttocks pulling him closer, deeper. -Do you want to change position? He knew she would not get the deep penetration she desired from this angle. -yes. Easing himself out, he gave her room to move. Turning over and kneeling on the edge of the bed she dipped down, bottom high shoulders to the mattress. Standing behind her he was afforded a wonderful view of her feminine shape and exposed vulnerability. Bringing her hands behind her she opened herself for him. Grasping her hips he eased himself into her again, filling her to capacity. She could feel him everywhere. Guttural groans escaped her lips. Her body glistened with a film of sweat. Each thrust sent electric shocks to her fingers and toes. His magnificent cock touching every spot. His balls slapping against her clitoris. Her orgasm mounted quickly, rippling gently at first, then coming with an intensity she had never experienced. His own orgasm followed moments before hers ended, magnified by her response to him. They fell, spent onto the bed, shuffling around to get comfortable and pull the quilt over their rapidly cooling damp bodies. She rested her head on his chest, his heartbeat echoing in her ear she circled his waist with her arm. Stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head, he held her gently. As they drifted off to sleep, she whispered, - I invited you for dinner but let's have breakfast instead. - Sounds like a plan. He replied with a sleepy smile and tightened his grip just a little. Dinner at Home She was standing at the stove just finishing the last of the preparation for the stir fry when she heard the front door. She turned off the burner and set down her knife just in time to turn to him as he greeted her with his sweeping hug. She leaned into his chest as his kiss covered her mouth. He swept one hand up her back and into her flaxen hair, pulling her mouth to his. His other hand circled her waist, thrilling to the feel of her womanly hips. Just seeing her every day aroused him to heights unimaginable. He had promised her a kiss every morning and every night -- and she held him to it. Not just a peck on the cheek, but a completely engaged, passionate kiss. Sometimes -- hell, most of the time -- it was hard to stop once they got started. She very quickly learned to prepare meals just to the point of a final stir fry or to turn down the heat on whatever was cooking to be sure that when she got -- distracted -- the meal didn't suffer for it. They had spent too many years apart to waste any opportunity that arose. He hated to let her go, but he thought she'd be vexed if dinner got ruined. Squeezing her bottom he hugged her tightly and gave her another peck on the lips -- those soft, heavenly lips. She smirked a little as she turned back to the stove and he sat at the table to sort throught the daily mail. Two bills, a flyer for an oil change -- the usual stuff. She swayed her hips a bit to and fro, knowing he was still watching. She pretended to busy with the cooking, but was just moving things about a bit while she waited for his return. She knew he was simmering pretty close to high today -- as she was herself. He looked up and watched her move at the stove. She was as graceful as an angel -- but her body inspired devilish thoughts. He admired the swell of her hips, accented by the jeans she wore. He felt the deep stirring that she always engendered in him ever since the first time he saw her 34 years ago ... a hunger that had never abated. He had never felt like this about anyone else. Just watching her move was an absolute delight. He took a deep breath, trying to relax the aching tightness he felt in his chest and throat -- the same feeling he always got when looking at her. It didn't matter if she was cooking, reading the paper or walking down the street. He loved her so much that it hurt. Dinner be damned, he thought, as he moved up behind her once more, wrapping his arms around her middle. Moving his lips along her neck, he reached up and roughly felt her magnificent breasts through her shirt. Ahh, how he wanted her: now and every day -- every moment. She squirmed back against him, her nipples hardening under his tormenting hands. She gasped audibly as he nipped her velveteen neck and ran his lips up to her ear lobe. She tried to turn in his arms to kiss his eager lips, but he held her tight in his embrace, grinding his hips against her most enticing ass. She relaxed back against him, moving with him, enjoying his arousal .... anticipating. He was kissing her neck, just at the spot he knew she loved. She purred her pleasure reaching up with one hand to caress his cheek. Stealing her hand back again, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she let her head fall back against his shoulder ensuring him a full view of her breasts as she exposed them to his delicious touch. She was so hot -- she had been imagining his warm kisses all day, and her desire for him had already mounted to an almost fevered pitch. Seeing her awesome breasts exposed drove him ever more wild with intense desire. He pulled a pliant nipple between his thumb and finger and pinched gently, gradually increasing the pressure. She mewled, throwing her head back, arching her back. He pulled that rubbery nipple out, away from her body -- teasing and tormenting her mercilessly. But despite his uncanny ability to tortore her so sweetly, she was determined this time that he was the one that would beg for release. Reaching back, she slid her hands around his thighs, lifting and pulling his cheeks toward her. Grinding against his erection, she sought his mouth with hers. Lifting his lips from her neck, he kissed her mouth again. She finally managed to turn in his arms as he was occupied simultaneously with her kiss and her torture. She used the opportunity to free his straining cock from the fabric of his clothing and firmly gripped the velvet rod. She concentrated again on his kiss, which was creating an electric fire between her mouth and her tortured breast and sending shock waves to her center. Leaving his mouth and scooting downward just as he opened the hand holding her breast, she kissed her way down his chest, opening buttons as she went, pausing to bite a nipple and nip and lick along his rib cage. She settled on her knees in front of him, his cock still in her hand. As she moved her mouth to the nodding head, she reached behind him with the other hand to turn the kitchen chair and firmly pushed him down onto it. As she licked and massaged and kissed his engorged member alternating with hot streaks of her tongue up his inner thighs, she removed his socks, shoes and trousers and tossed them all aside. He sat in the chair, head back, relaxed, buttocks at the edge with his cock now properly at attention. She stood and seemed to slide out of the remainder of her own clothing in one single, smooth motion. She straddled him in his chair and plunged onto his cock, engulfing him with her steamy, hot warmth and making him gasp as he reached for her breasts once again. As usual they were driving each other to peaks of ecstatic pleasure. They fit together so well -- mentally and physically. He chewed on her succulent lower lip -- reaching both hands up to her heaving bosom, clutching them in unleashed passion. Her ass, which always pushed him over the edge, felt heavenly mashing against his thighs. She loved this position. Leaning toward him, she supported some of her weight on his hands as he continued to caress and massage her breasts. Hands on his shoulders, she ground against him, rubbing her clit against the base of his rock-hard cock. But more than that, his cock fit so perfectly inside of her that in this position, the head of his cock stimulated her G-spot as well. The intensity of the pleasure was making her heart pound and her breath short. Her eyes rolled back as she tossed her hair out of his way. He watched her pleasure mounting -- feeling his own but fascinated by hers as well. He let her guide the pace and the placement and felt his erection responding both to the physical stimulation but even more to the joy they both took from indulging themselves in their lust for each other so spontaneously. Two spots of color appeared high on her cheekbones, letting him know just how much she was enjoying herself and him. She slowed her pace a little and opened her eyes to look into his. She kissed him -- long and slow and delicious, hips moving in a sultry dance that continued to intensify every sensation. At last she pulled back to gaze at him again, then slid forward to whisper softly, "How about a little appetizer before dinner?" She stood, tracing the delicate underside of his cock with a slightly ticklish fingernail. Then, concentrating on his gaze, she stepped back to place her bottom on the quilt-covered table. As she lifted her feet from the floor to raise her knees for his access, she dropped back onto her elbows and asked, "Coffee, tea .... or me?" He stood and moved to enter her again, but she pushed back from the edge of the table -- just out of his reach. "Not yet," she whispered. "I've been wishing today... wishing for something you taught me..." He looked into her smiling eyes and understood. He moved his mouth to her breast, moaning his desire. He suckled and nipped, then kissed his way down her belly. He pulled the chair back toward him and settled in it, her legs over his shoulders. She bit down on the end of her tongue as she watched him and felt his fingers gently opening her, heard him inhaling her scent. Her heart was pounding ever harder as she waited for his warm mouth to descend. Parting her lips, he pushed his tongue into her molten slit, lapping avidly. Using a soft sucking motion he drew part of her wet softness into his mouth -- pushing a finger into her pussy. She gasped excitedly -- moaning. He stopped and looked up, "Is this what you were hoping for?" "Yes, oh, yes... oh, please, yes." Smiling his triumph -- he loved to hear her beg for his attentions -- he set about her pleasure with both skill and creativity. The sensation of his mouth, warm and soft over her clitoris, was rewarded with a breathy, "Oh, God, yes!" He teased and touched her with mouth and hands in ways she could not begin to describe -- other than as heavenly and intense and -- ooohhh. Her hips rocked gently in time with his movements. And just when she thought she could stand no more of this exquisite pleasure, her peak overwhelmed her, washjng over her in wave after wave of tingling warmth. As he heard and felt her release, his hunger rose beyond measure. Feasting his eyes on her splayed legs, he could barely control himself. He pushed back his chair as he stood and mounted her in one quick thrust -- pounding against her with wanton lust, chewing on her neck, panting in her ear. Over and over he told her how much he wanted to have her -- how much he loved her. His cock filling her so soon after her orgasm almost immediately brought another. Joyous laughter bubbled from her chest as she held her lover within her and shared pleasure and warmth and wonder at their love for each other. They moved against each other until he called her name and she knew that he would soon cum inside her. She wondered again at the sensation she experienced as he came and filled her with the essence of his love -- pumping hot seed into her -- adding to the fulfillment and happiness she felt with him until she thought she would simply burst with delight. Kissing him and holding him with her ankles locked around his waist and her arms around his neck, she nuzzled and purred as his thrusting slowed and then stopped. Then they simply held each other, allowing their passions to cool at little at last. "So --," she whispered finally. "Are you hungry?" Dinner at Jeff and Stacy's Robert first met Jeff when they were in college together. Three years later he met Stacy. Stacy was everything Robert wanted in a woman, except that she was dating Jeff. Robert really liked being around Stacy, but she only had eyes for Jeff. When Robert and Stacy had time alone they seemed to be enjoying themselves, but Robert always knew that she was with Jeff and that was all there was to it. When Robert attended Jeff and Stacy's wedding. he let his thoughts of forming any kind of relationship with her go. He realized he should have let them go a long time ago, but they had got him through some lonely nights. For the past seven years, he and Jeff stayed in close contact and would play racket ball together and hit the bars after work. He would see Stacy from time to time and when he did he tried not to see her like an object of lust like he used to, but it was hard for him, because she still looked so beautiful now at 35. Her dark brown hair flowed down to the middle of her back, and her blue eyes would light up a room. Once she'd see Jeff she'd hold him close and kiss him deeply. Robert really had to deal with the fact that this was his friend's wife. One late night at a bar, Jeff looked over at Robert and asked, "Do you think my wife is beautiful?" "Yeah, I guess, I never really thought about her." He tried to hide his lies. "Oh," he seemed to be disappointed by Robert's answer. "Why do you ask?" "Well, it's our love life. We have been stuck in a rut for years, I feel like she'd like to try new things, and I would as well." Robert had heard and read about things like that, but he also wanted to hear about stuff that Stacy wanted to do in the bedroom. "Like what?" he asked. "A third party. She brought it up, and I agreed to it, and your name was mentioned." "My name?" Robert asked, pointing at his chest. "Yeah, she said she felt close to you when we all used to hang out, and that you would be better for her than just finding a person online to grant her dream fantasy." "I agree." he said trying to make sure he didn't choke on his last swig of beer. "So would you be interested in hearing this? There is a twist." "Sure." The two men discussed this fantasy and Robert seemed to be happy with what he was hearing because he would finally be able to be with Stacy in a sexual way, just like he used to fantasize about in college. He knew he would have to be in the room with Jeff, but that was just something he'd have to deal with in order to finally see Stacy naked. A week later, Robert showed up at Jeff's house wearing his best dress pants and shirt. This would be a night to remember for all involved. He knocked on the door to find Stacy standing there wearing black high heeled shoes and a sweater dress that went slightly above the middle of her thigh. Her legs were covered in nude-colored nylons and her shoulders were left bare so that Robert could see that she probably wasn't wearing a bra under this dress. "Hello Stacy, it's been a while," he said as he walked past her. She closed the door behind him and she hugged him, he could feel her soft breasts press against his chest and it made him anxious to start the night ahead. They parted from their hug when Jeff entered the room, dressed much the same as Robert did. "Robert, glad to see you could make it to dinner tonight." He offered his hand and Robert shook it. The two men sat down while Stacy went back to the kitchen to finish some of the cooking before serving the food. "Wow, Jeff you really went all out for this tonight." "Yeah, freshly made bread, candles, we really wanted to have a fancy dinner tonight. I'll even throw on some classical music once she gets out here with the roast." "I can't wait, I'm hoping to have some more time with her before we get to desert." "I'd like that too, we wanted you because of the connection she feels that she has with you. But I hope you keep in mind she's my wife and I can pull the plug on this if I feel that things are going too far." "I understand, and I'm not going to cross any line, it's just sex, nothing more. I just hope that you two enjoy it." "I have another request to make about this." "Sure, what?" "Don't mention this to her, just do things as you feel they should be conducted." Robert took some olive oil and vinegar and poured it onto a small plate in order to dab his bread into it as he waited for Stacy's return. Stacy came out with the roast and placed it at the head of the table. Jeff took that as his cue to get up from the seat across from Robert and let Stacy sit down where he was. Robert took in the curve of Stacy's exposed shoulders, how pale it was in contrast to the brown stretchy dress. He remembered feeling the ripples in the fabric, a thick knit sweater. She wasn't wearing much makeup, maybe a little on the eyes, but not much more. He thought this kind-of odd as she was really dressed up, and the dress looked new. Stacy held her plate up to Jeff and he gave her a chunk of the roast beef. She served herself some of the carrots and other fixings around the table, while Robert had his beef put on the plate. "So Robert, I haven't seen much of you around lately, what have you been up to?" Stacy asked in order to begin a conversation with him. "Not too much really, just work and home." "Not dating?" "I've tried a few times, but my schedules don't quite meet up with the gals I'm interested in. I've thought about trying the internet, but I'm a bit worried about that." "Robert, seriously, most people online are honest about who they are, especially at our age, I'm sure you'll find someone, I've always enjoyed my time with you." "I've always enjoyed my time with you too, it's a pity we don't hang out more." She smiled at him as Jeff put his food on his plate, and Robert piled some sides onto his. Both of them wanted this to be a long meal so that the night would go the way they had discussed. Jeff put on some classical music, not too loud that a conversation couldn't take place, but loud enough that it could still be heard during casual conversation. "What have you been up to Stacy?" "Well, I've managed to climb up that corporate ladder to become a supervisor. I feel very successful at my job and I think that good things are going to happen for Jeff and I." She patted Jeff's hand as he sat back down at the table. They smiled at one another as Robert began to wonder what he was really invited for. "I can see that you two really love one another, and that's something after seven years." "Yeah, seven years," Stacy seemed to sigh. "It's been a great seven years." Jeff added. "But really we missed us being a trio of friends. We are glad that you decided to join us and have this fantastic feast with us." Robert took that as an ok for this fantasy to still play out. He had given this night a lot of thought since it was brought up a week ago. He never really saw this kind of act his thing, but he's looked it up online, and found that not only was this something that interested Jeff, but a number of other men and women as well. He felt very confident in his ability to make this a fantasy that all three would enjoy. The three adults finished eating their dinner. They still continued to drink the red wine that went with their tasty roast: more for the two men than for Stacy herself. They told stories about their college days as well as stories about work. Robert watched as a slight blush grew on the top of Stacy's chest, she was obviously having a fun night with these two men, Robert decided to see if he could take it to the next level. Jeff took all the plates and the dinner off the table, leaving Robert and Stacy time to continue talking alone. "So, you and Jeff still go out on dates?" "No, he's got his life and I have mine, it's amazing that we were even able to make tonight happen at all. I'm glad though that you and he kept in touch after all these years." Robert's green eyes seemed to sparkle when she said this. "How come?" "Because I would have missed you," Her blue eyes twinkled, and a smile crossed her pink lips. With the table cleared and Jeff was in the kitchen, Robert got up from the table and walked over to Stacy. "Care to dance?" he asked, offering her his hand. Stacy took it. He led her to a space just a couple of yards away from the table, and not too far from the swinging door into the kitchen. He placed his right hand on her left hip, and held her right hand with his left. She placed her left hand on his right shoulder and they did a slow box step to the classical playing in the background. "It's been ages since I slow-danced." Stacy told her former classmate. "Me too, it seems to me that this was something taught to me that I'd never use. Most clubs when we were in college were all techno, no slow stuff." "Well, you're using it on me now, and I love it." Robert felt gutsy, and he lowered his hand from her hip and used it to caress her left ass cheek. Stacy pushed his hand away using the hand she placed on his shoulder. Her blue eyes locked with his green ones and she gave him a stern look. "I'm a married woman," she said showing off her sparkling ring, "you shouldn't be touching me like that." "But I want to Stacy, and I want so much more." Robert let go of her hand and placed it around her, his other arm joining in the embrace. Stacy pushed against his chest only to find that he was stronger than she thought. "Jeff, help me." She shouted. She felt the other man kiss against her neck, and his dark hair brushing against her cheek as she tried to fight his contact. Jeff bolted out of the kitchen to find his wife fighting his friend. He looked shocked and really didn't know what to do. Stacy's eyes made contact with her husband's. "Why are you just standing there, help me." Robert's hands started to pull up the dress as she moved her hands behind her back to keep him from feeling more of her body. Robert moved his lips from the woman's neck. "Damn it Jeff, this is harder than I thought." Stacy looked at Jeff again, with a look of anger. "You're in on this with him. You sick bastard, you want to see Robert touch me like this." Jeff didn't know what to do. He walked around the back of his wife and saw the four hands struggling with hem of the garment. He reached into the pocket of his dress pants and pulled out a pair of shiny handcuffs. He grabbed one of his wife's wrists and squeezed a cuff around it. Stacy felt the cold steel on her wrist and began to fight against her restraint as her free hand wrestled with Robert's hands, trying to keep her backside covered. Stacy was overpowered by her husband, and he grabbed her other wrist and cuffed it. His wife bound in front of his friend, Robert's hands tried to lift her dress up, but her hands, in the cuffs, struggled to keep the dress from rising. The dark haired man backed away from the woman. Her hands at her back, her head down towards her breasts, she was a sight to behold, even in this helpless, vulnerable state. "You look so beautiful Stacy, I've always fancied you." "Fuck you." she said, aiming her voice to her rounded chest. "Go ahead Robbie, look at my wife's tits. You know you want to." Jeff was right, Robert did want to, he always had and here was his chance. He approached the woman and yanked down on her dress. She felt as the rough fabric was moved around her soft sensitive flesh and over her erect dark brown nipples. She saw Robert stare at them as they were in his full view. "God, they're beautiful," he said before flicking her nubs with his forefingers. "Go ahead buddy, enjoy my wife, I'd love to just watch you fuck her." Robert couldn't believe what he was hearing, and he was sure that Stacy couldn't either. He took her right breast and caressed it in his hand, before crouching down enough to take it into his mouth. He looked up at her and saw the defeat in her eyes, as he tasted her sensitive breast. He played with the other nipple with his thumb and forefinger, truly enjoying his buddy's wife's tits. Her eyes closed and he couldn't tell if it was out of sadness for the lack of control she had or out of pleasure, her noises didn't give him any more knowledge. "Take her panties off Robbie, see if she's wet enough to fuck," Jeff said, cheering him on. Robert moved his head away from the tit. "I know Jeff, I've had sex before, but this is Stacy I want to see her naked before I stick it in her. So, help me at least lift this dress up past her hips so I can see her panties before pulling them off of her." Jeff grabbed Robert up by his left wrist and the two men faced each other. "This is my wife we're still talking about and if I don't want you to see her pussy, then you're not, just stick with what we discussed from there." "Go to hell Jeff, if all you're going to do is watch, he's going to have me any way he wants." Stacy said giving the two men a bold look. "Damn it," Jeff said under his breath, "she's right. If I'm just going to watch you fuck her you're going to have to do it your own way. I guess she's not the only one here whose hands are tied." Robert and Jeff stood behind Stacy, her hands still clutching onto the back of her dress. "Let go Stace, you know we are going to get that dress up where you can't reach it sooner or later," Jeff said, trying to reassure his wife. "Jeff, let me try to fight to keep my dignity in front of this pervert that you invite into our home. He wants to see my pussy, probably my ass too, and thanks to you and your cuffs he's seen my tits and tasted them. I'm not just going to allow my body to be a show for him any longer. Listen to him Jeff, he's talking about sticking his dick into my body like it was just some hole for him to fuck, and you're allowing him to do this to me, to your wife. Fuck you Jeff." Jeff walked up behind his wife, she felt his hard cock pressing against her cuffed hands. Jeff placed his hands at the side of the dress and said, "No Stacy, you're getting fucked." He yanked the dress up past her hips, exposing her white lace thong. Jeff stepped back and looked at his wife's exposed ass with the white fabric between both rounded cheeks. "My God Robbie, I married a slut of a woman. She loves those thongs still at 35, why don't you go over there and feel that ass, I think that's why she wears them all the time, she wants me to notice her firm ass even when she walks the floor at work." Robert walked up and faced the exposed woman again, finding her head down looking at her exposed tits. He placed his body against hers and she felt his hard cock pressing against her panty covered pussy. He leaned in and kissed her neck again as his hands rubbed over her bare ass. Jeff watched his friend's hands explore his wife's rear. "They feel nice, don't they Robert, she takes good care of that body. So why don't you take those panties off and see that tight little pussy of hers, I think you'll like it and I can tell you after all the years of sex with her she hasn't loosened up." Robert moved his hands from her ass and placed them on her hips, feeling the string waistband that held her panties up. He latched his fingers into the garment and slowly pulled them down. Her thighs tightened to keep the fabric from escaping her body. "Don't do this Robert, you're better than this." She said almost pleading with the man yanking at the lacy fabric clenched between her thighs. Robert could already see her landing strip that she had lead to the hint of slit between her toned legs. "I can already see a glimpse of your pussy Stacy, I want to see it all before I stick my dick inside and make you take my cum." "Yeah, tell my wife what she's going to do to. Talk dirty to her too. I like that." Jeff said adding to the scene unfolding. Robert let go of the band and turned toward the kitchen. "Hey Rob, where are you going?" Jeff asked with some concern in his breath. "I'm going to get a knife to cut the panties off of this bitch." Jeff trusted Robert with this, but neither of them knew how Stacy felt about this until she spoke up. "Rob, don't. I'll let you remove my panties. It appears that you'll do whatever it takes to get at my hole," she said, still pointing her head down at the floor. Robert turned around and got down on his hands and knees before the helpless woman. He placed his hands around the waistband and glided the lacy garment down the woman's nylon-covered thighs and calves till they ended up at her high heels. Stacy stood there with just her stomach and back covered by the stretchy brown dress, her legs covered by the thigh high stockings and high heels. She's been naked before, but she never felt more exposed than she did with Robert kneeled before her loins. "Is she wet Robert, do you smell her lust seeping from her?" Jeff asked wanting to know every detail about what was taking place. "I don't think so Jeff, help me lead this whore to the table I've got some ideas I've been working on for this." Jeff was excited that the end game was upon them. "Shall I move the cuffs to her front, I don't want her fighting too much for this." "Just remove them, I don't see her having much fight left, but we'll grab a wrist apiece just in case, and if we have to drag her to the table and sit her on it, that's what we'll do," Robert said in a very authoritarian voice. "Wow Robbie, you've thought of everything. I guess it's amazing what you can do in a week." Robert grabbed her right wrist and Jeff her left. Jeff walked around behind her and using the key in his right hand he un-bound the woman. "You're going to behave, right Stacy?" Jeff asked as he stood upright. Stacy nodded. She took a couple of steps forward to leave her panties on the floor. The men still held on to her wrists as she continued to the table. Stacy kept her head down, her hair mostly staying at her back, and some hid her face from the view of the two men who kept her feeling so vulnerable to their desires. They finally reached the table. "So Robby, what'll it be, missionary or doggy?" Jeff asked. "Doggy is too impersonal for me, if I wanted to do that we might as well have just kept her cuffed. I want her to watch me, see the look on my face as I slide into her and shoot my load inside her. I want to see her breasts shake as I plow in and out of her wet slit. I want her to see you enjoying her being used by me." "Wow, Robbie, you are twisted." Jeff said with a small laugh. "Well you heard the man we're going to have to turn you around." He told his wife. "Jeff, how dare you just laugh at what he just said, the name calling, the language about my private areas. If you two let me go, I'll run out of here as exposed as I am now, I'll tell the neighbors about your sick games so you will have to force my ass to be on that table and hope that I don't get back up." Her head turned toward Jeff's as she told him all of this. "Well, you heard the lady." Jeff said as he pulled his wife's wrist back to pull her away from the table. Robert followed his lead and Stacy walked back away from the table. The two men forced her body to spin 180 degrees so that now her back was to the table. Robert got up in front of Stacy and looked her over. He felt bad for the things he said to this once young woman that he would go to clubs with and have a good time with even when Jeff wasn't around. But here she was exposed in front of him and he had Jeff's ok to do whatever he wanted with her. He just hoped that Stacy would be ok with it too. "Give me her other wrist," Robert requested. Jeff did as he was asked. "Go to the head of the table and stay there till I need your help," Jeff walked away leaving his wife in the hands of his best friend. Robert began walking, forcing Stacy backwards to the table. She moved her head up and looked him in the eyes, she saw something in his eyes she never saw before. Her eyes tried to plead with his, trying to find that part that was still the Robert she knew in there. She felt the bottom of her ass hit the top of the table, fear crossed her eyes. Dinner at Jeff and Stacy's Jeff was pleased and took his spot next to Robert. Robert let go of the woman's wrists and put his hands on her shoulders and began pushing them towards the table. Stacy searched both men's eyes for some kind of sign that she'd be ok, but soon she found that her body was angling away from theirs. Stacy's hand balled up in fists and she attacked Robert's chest as she was being forced down to the table. "Jeff, control your wife. I need my hands to spread her legs, and I can't have her fighting me." Jeff moved over to the left side of the table; his wife's breasts rolled to her sides. He tried to figure out how to keep her there, while his friend tried to get his wife wet enough to penetrate. He pulled up a chair that was about where her chest was and leaned over her, keeping his hand between his wife's big tits, feeling the bone just under her smooth flesh. "You got her?" Robert asked as her fist hit his chest and Jeff's arm. "Yeah buddy, just do what you gotta do." Robert pulled his hands from her shoulders and watched as the woman struggled against her husband's arm, his body weight keeping her down on the table, and his other hand, next to her head, keeping him balanced. Stacy's fists hit against her husband's arms, but he seemed to be able to take her beating. He got on his knees and put his hands on her knees, dangling at an angle under her body. Just as before, she worked hard keeping her legs together, but with her weight off of her feet, he was strong enough to open her legs, though it was slower than he would have thought. He listened to her as she groaned from the pain of her legs being forced apart. He also heard her punches at Jeff become les vigourous, as her mind was drawn to this new violation. He watched the light hit her thighs, until he saw the little sign of pink nestled between two hair covered lips. It was more than Robert ever dreamed of, even in his fantasies of this night. The hair wasn't thick and he could make out her flesh colored lips under the layer of hair, but he could also see the pink of her inner labia sticking out in the middle. Part of him wanted to move his head between her legs to lick that slit, but that was too personal for this night or for this woman he'd guess. He started to walk his body between her legs in order to keep them open while he prepared her for his invading penis. Using her knees he boosted himself to standing and looked down at the helpless woman, her body laid out on this table, her legs forced open, the only thing protecting her sacred opening was her lack of arousal. That would be something he'd have to change. Stacy looked up at her husband and saw him looking at his friend's handiwork, her exposure for this forceful fuck. Robert moved his head around the room, as if thinking of his next move, although Stacy was sure it was as well-planned as everything else. She felt Robert's thumb go over her exposed slit. She felt as he pulled her outer lips open and touched the rubbery pink flesh. "She wet?" "No, guess we haven't done enough to get her that way." "Foreplay?" "No, that's way too personal; she's not my girlfriend, nor my wife. I just want to use her sweet hole to drain my balls in." "I want to watch you do that my friend, so what are suggesting?" "Well, if you could get me that bottle of olive oil at the head of the table, I could use that until she provides her own lubrication to help out with the vaginal invasion." Jeff thought about his wife's body responding, lubricating around his friend's unknown member. He quickly reached across the table to the bottle of oil. He turned to give the bottle to his friend before assuming his original position; one hand on her chest, and the other on the table. Robert held the bottle in his hand and let Stacy watch as he played with the oil, letting it drip down the sides of the bottle just as it would soon coat the tight opening between her hair lined lips. She'd never had a substance inside of her besides stuff from the store and her own natural kind, but she felt like it would be ok. It was natural, and her body might flush some of it out, once her aroused opening calmed down from the fucking. Robert drizzled the oil over her outer lips, letting some of it get caught in the surrounding hair. He put the bottle down next to her on the table and massaged it with his right thumb past the lips and onto her pink pussy. He pulled the hair lined lips open to gaze at the glisten of the oil on her inner lips and on her clitoral hood. Holding her pussy open with his left hand, he grabbed the oil with his right and drizzled more onto her clit, letting it flow over her and enter the tight hole inside. Robert enjoyed watching the little opening fill with oil, then dribble down the crack of her ass to the table cloth. Robert let go of the woman's lips. They were slightly more open than before; she was getting aroused by his touch, and by the cool feeling of the oil on her warm slit. He put the bottle in his left hand and poured some into his right hand. He worked the thick liquid in his hand, cupping his palm, and dipping his fingers into the small pool, rolling to coating his fingers as best as he could. He poured more oil along his hand feeling as it dripped from his hand down to the carpet below. He showed Stacy his well-oiled forefinger and middle finger and she knew he was going to lube her walls. He slipped the two fingers into Stacy's exposed opening and felt her tightness inside her oil-drenched hole. He slipped in deeper, forcing her muscles to open. Stacy felt as his fingers slipped in all the way, she felt his fingers twitch, trying to expand her passage wider. He pressed his thumb to her well-oiled clit and massaged the oil in a little. A moan threatened to pass her lips, but she quickly bit her bottom lip so he would not know how much pleasure she was receiving from his unwanted touch. Her body soon gave her away, however, as it became easier for him to pull his fingers back and thrust them, ramming into her unwilling body. Jeff worked his belt and button on his pants and shoved them down past his bulging crotch, as he watched his friends fingers disappear between his wife's thighs. He shoved his boxers down, his hard cock pointing over his wife's now heaving chest. "Pass me the oil Robbie, I want to stroke off while you make my slut submit to you." He removed his hand from his wife's chest to grab the oil from his friend. He dispensed the oil onto his cock, and some into his right hand, so that he could jack off to his wife being fucked. Stacy felt her vaginal muscles relax a bit more, and was glad that at least when Robert put his cock in it wouldn't hurt as much, but she knew that he wasn't going to finger her for too long; it was probably part of that "too personal" thing he was talking about earlier. She looked up to her husband as his hand slid over his now shimmering cock, the head becoming reddened by the blood keeping it so firmly erect. "You gonna fuck her now Robbie?" her husband groaned as he pleasured himself. "Yeah, her little hole seems to be able to take a cock now without too much screaming to alert the neighbors." "She hasn't screamed yet, I think secretly she wants it so bad now." "No, I don't you bastard! I know that yelling would be useless, because the neighbors would just think that we're up to some rough stuff again and would just let me be," Stacy replied. Robert slowly removed his fingers from Stacy's body and saw her reddened outer lips and her oil slicked pubes, her dark pink flesh more exposed by her arousal. He worked his belt with his hands, which was difficult, as one of his hands still had a fair amount of oil on it. He struggled with the button on his pants. Sliding his underwear off was the easiest part of undressing himself, and he was glad to do so because he was ready to penetrate this woman in front of him. He grabbed the oil from the table and put some on his cock, dribbling some onto the floor. Using his already slick right hand he massaged the it all over his throbbing member. Stacy tightened her knees around Robert, hoping that it would prevent him from entering her long enough that he would lose interest. She got up to look him in the eyes, hoping that seeing her face again would make it so that she wouldn't just be some pussy to him, but be Stacy, the old college classmate. "So Stacy," Robert said, "you've decided to watch me as I slide into you?" "No, I'm hoping I can change your mind, you don't want to do this to me. You can go home now, Robert, and I'm sure I can forgive you with time, we have had some great times together. Just go now. Jeff and I can work out our problems, and you don't need to get involved." "I'm sorry Stacy, but I've wanted you for so long and now here I have you: wet, exposed and just inches from my cock. I'd never forgive myself if I just walked away now," Robert placed his hands on her nylon covered knees and pushed them away from his sides. Stacy lay back down on the table, not wanting to watch the inevitable take place. She watched her husband stroke his cock and felt Robert align his cock with her moist opening. She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds coming from her husband as he stroked his dick over her. She felt Robert put himself a little bit inside her, forcing her lips around the bulbous tip. As he pushed more into her, her muscles spreading to fit around the intruding flesh, part of her wanted to moan and let the pleasure of the moment sweep over her, and let the men know how she really was feeling at this moment, but she just bit her lip, and let the moan become a scream. Once Robert was all the way inside of her, he began moving his lubricated cock in and out of the vulnerable woman before him. He placed his hands on her hips and began thrusting harder, wanting to explode inside her. The scent of the oil filled the room from the heat caused by the three people. He didn't want to go too fast and cum instantly, but he didn't want it to go too slow and lose the animal aggression that had taken him this far. He felt her become more aroused as he thrust, and he began to slide easier in between her muscular walls. Jeff watched his wife's body moving up and down in rhythm with his friend's pounding. Her eyes closed as if she was imagining being somewhere else, being someone else other than Robert's personal fuck toy. Her lip, bit in her mouth, muffled the moans and screams that escaped. As his friend kept going, she responded with more moans than screams. "Oh God, listen to her buddy, she's liking it, she loves your fucking. Now you know she wants it, go on and giver her your cum." Jeff said while stroking his cock faster. Stacy noticed her body giving away her arousal as well, but hearing Jeff point it out so loudly embarrassed her. She tried hard to hide her body's enjoyment of the sex taking place, but she knew that Robert could feel her pussy relax and just want to enjoy the sensations his actions caused. She'd never felt this way, her brain telling her that this wasn't her man, but her body just not caring, and just wanting to feel the excitement leading up to an inevitable orgasm. Robert removed his hands from her knees, he knew her body would keep those legs open so that he could keep fucking her greedy snatch. He caressed her thighs, and just the sensations of her smooth skin and the fact that this was Stacy's skin added to his enjoyment. Stacy's warm pussy tightly wrapped itself around his cock. He put his hands on her hips and looked down at her face. He saw the look of a woman trying to hide her passionate lust as he moved in and out of her. Jeff watched his wife's breasts heaving up and down with each breath she took, each one seemed to be deeper than the one before. He knew he was going to cum soon, but he hoped to outlast Robert, but not his wife. The image of seeing a cock go into his wife was something he's never seen before, and even though it wasn't his cock, it was still hot to him, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold back. Stacy's stomach muscles began to twitch under her dress, and her thigh muscles soon joined in as she began to cum. She bit her lip more and a muffled scream came out as she felt her pussy began milking by the cock forced inside of her. Her eyes closed so tightly a tear came out as she felt her lusty body betraying her at last to the two viewing men above. Her body shook and shuddered, and a moan eventually passed her lips. "Listen to that whore enjoying her fucking Robby, now give her that jizz," Jeff said once again. Stacy looked up at him and then rose her head to look down her body at Robert's thrusting form. She knew the men hadn't missed her orgasm, and she knew that soon one of them would cum as well, and maybe end her long night. Jeff angled his body and aimed his cock at his wife's bouncing breasts as cum shot from him and onto her rolling mounds. She gave him a look that seemed to burn through him, but he didn't notice as he wiped the cum off of his dick onto her warm tit and then sat back in the chair to watch his friend reach his orgasm inside of Stacy's pussy. Robert's head leaned back, and his eyes closed as he pushed his cock all the way inside, sending his cum flowing in her wet pulsating passage. He thrust a couple more times making sure that Stacy got every drop of him. Once he was done, he slowly with drew his slackening member from her wet gaping hole. Cum flowed out of her and down her slit and ass crack to the tablecloth and floor. Stacy watched as the two men flanked her on the sides of the table. She grabbed her cum-covered tit and tasted Jeff's juices off of it, as much as she could. "That was great boys. I've always wanted to have a long role-play session like that. Jeff and I have tried on our own but eventually even it grew stale. Thanks Robert for helping us." She said as she sat up on the table. "I hope my language wasn't too coarse." "Of course not, I wanted to be treated like an object for a long time and I think you did a great job of it. I love to be called names and sound like a hole to be used." Jeff got dress while the two discussed the scene. "I liked seeing her get fucked like that, she has such an amazing body and to see someone have sex with her was amazing, maybe sometime you could film as she and I have sex, so I can watch my cock go inside her." Robert looked unsure about Jeff's suggestion. "Well, it all depends on how we all feel about that kind of thing when it comes up." Robert got dressed and watched as Stacy pulled her dress back up her concealing her tits. She got up from the table and pulled her dress back down to mid thigh. She smiled at him as she passed him to go get her panties still lying on the floor. "Jeff, start cleaning up the dining room, I'll walk Robert too his car." She said as she took Robert's arm and walked him out to his car. "Tonight was amazing Robert, I just don't think you understand what you've given me." "And Jeff, it was his fantasy too." "Well, the three-way, yes, but the rape aspect of it was all me." Robert looked at her with his mouth agape. Stacy chuckled, "I have to always take charge and tell him what I want, and that's the one thing he's never given me is just to be used. I guess he just loves me too much to ever really do that too me." "He joined in on the name calling too." "Sure, if he's in the moment, but there's a lot of build up to it and it took you to get there to just touch me and strip me not caring about what I said or did. But this gave me a good excuse to finally be with you." She walked closer to Robert and placed her hand on his chest and slowly caressed down it. "Stacy, what are you saying?" He asked. "When we were in college I was always hoping that you'd take me against some wall pressing me against it as you pulled my panties over and slid that cock into me. I wanted you to just ravage me and not just because you're handsome and not Jeff, but because I generally like you and who you are. I hope that you don't mind me saying that I still masturbate thinking of those club nights in college andsometimes fantasize about you while I'm with Jeff." "I love you Stacy," Robert said, surprised at her honesty. "Oh God Robert," she said not stopping her caress, "I think I could love you too, in another life perhaps." She backed away from him and reached up her dress and rubbed the white lacy panties between her thighs before giving them to Robert. "Keep these and remember this night and think about what could have been." She walked backwards a few steps before going back into the house. Robert smiled knowing that they really did share something this night, perhaps she even saw the love in his eyes and felt the need to come clean about her own feelings. He hoped that this night wasn't just an experiment of what life might have been like if he were more gutsy in college, but the beginning of a new relationship with Jeff and Stacy. Dinner at Jenny's - The Dinner Jenny locked the classroom door, rummaged through her box of goodies and removed Becky. Becky was Jenny's favourite dildo that had been nicknamed after her first girlfriend Rebecca who had bought it for her as a birthday present. Becky was purple, about eight inches long, ribbed along the shaft and had three adjustable speeds. She took the length of the dildo into her mouth, covering it with her saliva from to tip to base. Setting it on the slowest speed she ran the tip across her nipples until each bud was protruded as far as they could form her soft, delicate breasts. She ran it down her body stopping at her clit, moaning as the dildo vibrated against the sensitive bud. She then rubbed the dildo up and down her slit, collecting some of the womanly juices she was secreting. She had teased herself enough and jammed the length of the dildo into her pussy in one short push. She thrust the dildo in and out of her, the plastic replica a decent match for the real thing. She felt the need for a real ass fucking, removed the dildo from her pussy and began to ease it past the tight sphincter of her ass. Slowly she began to push the foreign object deeper into her ass, the dildo vibrating against the walls of the tight canal. She had just gained a good rhythm when she was startled by a knock on the door. Quickly she withdrew the dildo from her ass, tossed it back in the box with the rest of them and slid the box under the desk. Gathering her clothes she slipped on her white skirt covering half of her thigh, not worrying about the panties, and her tight red top, her nipples pushing out the fabric. She flung her bra in the bin and unable to find her panties she was hoping that they weren't visible to her guest. Calmly but flushed Jenny unlocked the door to find one of her students, the cute school captain Matthew, standing at the door with his school bag in hand. "Sorry to interrupt Professor but I think I left my tie in here." He squeezed past her, her large rack and nipples rubbing against his arm. Frustrated that he had ruined her session she spun him around and planted a kiss on his lips. Getting his attention she pulled away and whispered in a sexy, seductive voice, "fuck your horny teacher in the ass right now, she needs your young hard cock in her ass." With Matthew stunned she closed the door and locked it, before pulling down his trousers so his flaccid cock was now in front of her face. She sucked the school captain to full hardness, Matthew moaning and throwing his head back, obviously enjoying the blowjob from the experienced giver. Jenny had no intention of looking after her young student and he was ready to go in no time. Jenny leant over the front desk, hiking up her skirt and pushing her ass out, inviting him. He approached her and guided his dick into her hole, swallowing half of it in the first thrust. Matthew's cock wasn't quite as large as the dildo and it wasn't the same feeling for her. He grabbed her hips and continued to pound into her, burying the entire length of his manhood into her. He began thrusting at a steady rate but the smaller member wasn't quite satisfying Jenny the way she had hoped and reached down to her clit and began rubbing it furiously. "Fuck me harder, fuck your dirty teacher hard." Perhaps she had encouraged him too much and a couple of seconds later he began to groan and in doing so shot a large load up Jenny's ass. Matthew pulled out spent leaving Jenny largely disappointed. He fixed himself up and grabbed his tie from the corner, smiling to Jenny as he left. She remained leant over the desk for a moment, cum now dripping out her ass and down her leg. She scooped it up with her finger and licked it clean before going on a quick search for her missing panties. Not being able to find them she made the assumption that one of her students must have stolen them. She picked her bra out of the bin, closed the lid on the box, and headed for her car to prepare for her dinner. The short walk to the car seemed like an eternity as she felt the cum slowly ooze out of her and down her leg, Jenny hoping that no one would notice as she walked past. It had now begun trickle down past the length of her skirt and her walking pace began to quicken towards to her car. As it began to run further down her leg the brisk walk turned into a trot. Arriving at her car, slightly puffing, Jenny scooped the trail of cum from her knee right up to her asshole and fed it into her mouth. Briefly forgetting she was pantiless Jenny lent right into the car to place the box and briefcase into the passenger seat. She wouldn't have noticed either if it wasn't for a whistle. Frightened Jenny jumped, looking around to see only Michael giving her the thumbs up. Relieved she stepped into the car and drove off home. Jenny got home with plenty of time to go until she was expecting Kristen. On the way home she had decided to go with a nice spaghetti bolognaise for dinner. When she got home she removed a block of mince from the freezer from placed it in a sink half full of water to defrost. Letting that sit Jenny went to her office to do some working, lessons and marking. Several dull hours passed before Jenny figured she should start dinner. Chopping and mixing she the produced the sauce and left that to simmer on the stovetop. She really needed a shower, her tits still sticky from the cumshots she had received earlier in the day. Under the shower Jenny tried hard not to touch herself, wanting to savour all her pent up sexual tension on the young girl coming over. After finishing she toweled off and checked her wardrobe for a nice dress to wear. The one she picked was a jet-black glittery dress that stopped well above the middle of her thigh. She knew this one would also show off plenty of cleavage. Knowing she still had time before her guest would arrive she went to the kitchen to check on the dinner. Pouring some pasta into the some water the doorbell rang. "Um come on in darling its open," Jenny yelled scooting towards her bedroom. She slipped on the dress and looked at herself in the mirror. She knew it was going to look perfect but she looked anyway, just for confirmation. "Yep, irresistible," she thought to herself. She began to walk out of her door when she remembered she hadn't put any panties on. Stopping and pondering she came to the conclusion, "they're only going to come off anyway," as she continued to wander down the hall to greet the young girl. * * * As she turned the doorknob she felt butterflies in her stomach, nervous at what she was about to do. Looking back at the road she noticed her mum's car wasn't there meaning only one thing, she couldn't turn back. Pushing the door open she saw an empty carpeted hallway, kicking her thongs off and walked down it to the lounge room. The lounge room looked normal enough; television, couch, bookcase and a coffee table. She walked around the room looking at all the photos on display. There didn't seem to be any of her family, just Jenny or Jenny and a stunning blonde girl. After she had finished viewing the photos she took a seat on the couch, position herself perfectly, showing a little leg but not too much, also shuffling her tits around in her dress. Waiting still she played with hair, then hearing footsteps she turned around to she her teacher standing in the hall, her long legs nearly fully exposed. "Wow," murmured Kristen as Jenny continued to walk towards her. Kristen stared as Jenny took a seat on the couch next to her. Jenny lent in, kissing her on the cheek as a greeting, perilously close to her lips. Withdrawing she whispered, "hey there," her lips moving just inches from those of the young teen, her eyes now closed, sighing at the sensuality of the moment. Pulling back to a normal distance Jenny asked, "what would you like to drink?" "Just a water thanks." "Haha! No I mean a real drink." "A water is fine." "A scotch it is then." Careful not to show anything off Jenny stood and left for the kitchen to get the drinks. Checking the pasta that was now ready she called Kristen into the kitchen where the dining table was located. Kristen arrived at the table as Jenny began to dish out the meals into their respective bowls at the bench. During this the spoon slipped out of her hand and onto the floor. Bending at the hips to pick it up her dress rode up making her ass and pussy visible to her young guest. Kristen was delighted to see them again but she was curious at the creamy liquid around Jenny's asshole. "Jenny, what's that coming out of your ass?" 'Oh shit' she thought to herself, standing to address her guest, "ah that's cum dear, would you like to clean it up for me?" Excitedly Kristen jumped from her seat at the table towards Jenny, kneeling behind her where she bent over again for her guest. Grabbing Jenny's hips she pulled her ass closer to her face, extending her tongue to the beautiful pussy she had admired only hours earlier. Kristen ran her tongue along the length of Jenny's pussy right up to her ass where the creamy liquid was leaking out, tickling Jenny's puckered hole. Swirling her tongue to get as much as she could Jenny began to squirm and moan. Kristen held tight, continuing to pleasure Jenny as she tried to herself away, squirming and moaning as she motioned for her young lover to stop, "ah...please stop...we've got...plenty of time...after dinner..." Jenny leant against the bench, catching her breath, before placing a drink and the food in front of her guest before placing her meal in front of her seat. Sitting opposite each other at the table the first five to ten minutes involved small talk, stuff like how school was going, compliments about the dinner and more of the sort. Still worked up from the ass licking that she had just received Jenny was eager to start something and began to rub Kristen's leg with her foot while continuing to talk. As her foot ventured higher towards her knee she noticed Kristen legs begin to spread. Jenny ventured further, rubbing the inside of her thigh. As she did Kristen, pretending to be unaffected by what she was doing, repositioning herself so that was on the edge of her seat, her dress hiking well up. With her legs now spread wider Jenny's foot ran over the young girls panties. Kristen couldn't take it anymore. Putting one hand under the table she pulled her panties aside, brushing Jenny's foot in the process. Jenny noticed this and took this as a signal and rubbed her big toe up and down her slit, Kristen's pussy juices building up on her toe. Finding the hole she inserted the tip of her toe as far as she could into the pussy, Kristen moaning as the toe, cold from the tiled floors, penetrated her. She began to fuck her with as much toe as she could get in, Kristen helping her out by rubbing her own clit. The double stimulation meant in no time she came over Jenny's toe and chair. Panting Kristen grabbed her glass and sculled the remaining liquid. Jenny removed her foot from Kristen's chair and placed it back on the floor, smiling innocently at her guest as if nothing had happened. Jenny began the conservation again, Kristen still flushed, by asking her what she and her other class members thought of today's class. Kristen explained to Jenny that after staying back to talk to her after class that she only talked to her two best friends briefly on the bus and they both loved it, not going into detail due to their location. Jenny then asked Kristen what she personally thought of the class. "Well it was the best sex ed class I've ever had. But there's only problem. As much as I love sex I'd think I want to try having sex with the girls, there are so many hotties in our class." "Oh I know what you mean dear but we can't just leave all the guys out, its not fair on them," replied Jenny, "hang on I have an idea. We were going to do this in class but this is far better. All the girls that want to learn how to shave their pussies can come in earlier and we can have a girls only class where we shave and have some fun." "Jenny that is a great idea, it would be perfect." They then gossiped about who they would most like to get with, guys or girls. When they had both had enough to eat Jenny took the dishes to the sink where she filled it up with water to begin washing. "Kristen dear if you would like to get comfortable in the lounge room I will bring dessert out when I'm finished here." Kristen stood from her chair and walked to the lounge room, looking through Jenny's pile of DVD's. Not surprisingly at all Kristen found seven DVD's of porn, settling on the one titled 'Lady Lust 2' and placed it in the DVD player and turned on the television. There weren't many dishes and she was done in five minutes. Rummaging through her cupboard she found what she was looking for, chocolate and strawberry ice cream toppings. Opening the freezer she also grabbed several handfuls of ice cubes and placed them into a large cup. Walking towards to the lounge room she saw Kristen rubbing herself through her panties, noticing the lesbian porn showing on her wide flat screen TV. Placing the items on the coffee table she straddled and kissed her new lover, their mouths locking and tongues probing each other's. Jenny broke the kiss, grabbed the bottom of Kristen's dress and lifted it over her head. "That is a nice dress but you look better without it on." Next she unhooked her pink bra and through it on over the couch, kissing each nipple softly before standing up to pull her panties off, Kristen lifting her ass to help out. The young girl was now fully naked on the couch waiting for whatever her new friend had planned. With Kristen ready on the couch Jenny began. She tipped out two ice cubes into her hand, holding one in her left, one in her right. Jenny touched the ice cubs to the skin of Kristen's breasts, circling around the outside of her tit, slowly moving inwards towards her areolas. Flinching at the initial touch of the ice on her delicate breasts she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of the freezing ice. Once her sensitive nipples came into contact with the ice though Kristen screamed, Jenny holding the ice cubes against her nipples as they began to numb, Kristen's screams softening. With the buds now relatively numb Jenny bit each of them, Kristen screaming, this time softer, as part of the pain was dulled somewhat by the numbness from the ice. With the quickly melting ice cubes Jenny ran them down Kristen's body, over her stomach and naval before they fully melted. She grabbed another two from the cup and place one of them in mouth, sucking off the dryness that could be seen on the cube. The cube was partially melted, small amounts of water running off around it. Jenny placed this one inside Kristen's pussy, pushing it into her tight hole, about half way up her canal. Kristen yelped as the ice cube melted inside, while Jenny held the other cube against her clit, screaming again as the ice came into contact with her other sensitive area. She held a pillow against her face to muffle her screams as Jenny rubbed the cube around her labia and over her clit as the melting ice cube in her pussy descended down her canal as it shrunk. Her screams became noticeably softer as the two cubes melted into water over her sex organ, smiling at Jenny as she overcame the pain that gave her so much pleasure. "How was that?" asked Jenny smiling back at her. "WOW! That was insane." The porn was still playing in the background, a hot blonde girl with her head buried between a cute redhead's legs, licking her pussy. On her knees Jenny lifted her short black dress over her head, her naked body kneeling in front of a recovering Kristen. Grabbing the two bottles of ice cream topping she made herself comfortable on the couch. She squirted the chocolate topping over her tits, swirling insides from the outside of her tits to her nipples, each tit covered in chocolate. From there she squirted a single straight line down to her pussy where she finished it off with an arrowhead, filling her belly button with chocolate. Over her pussy she squirted the strawberry topping; her clit, labia and inner thighs covered in the topping. To top it all off she squirted a large amount of the topping inside her pussy, enough so that it dripped out of her pussy, down over her asshole and onto the couch. "Here's your dessert honey, enjoy." Kristen didn't need a second invitation as she started with the chocolate on her tits. Taking as much as could with one lick she swallowed what she had and took another lick, the chocolate covering the skin of her tit clean, the nipple and areola though covered in chocolate. She moved across to the other breast, licking it clean just like the previous one. Before cleaning off Jenny's nipples she kissed her, allowing her to taste the chocolate she had so sexily put over her body. She licked around the areola, not touching, teasing her. Moving over to the other tit she repeated, this time biting her nipple, hard. "Holy fuck!" "Payback's a bitch aint it," she said before softly licking the chocolate from the nipples of both her tits, soft moans following the scream. Slowly she followed the trail down over her ribs down towards the pool of chocolate. Tonguing her belly button, determined to get every last drop, Jenny squirmed, the ribs of Kristen's tongue tickling the sensitive area. Finishing off all the chocolate Kristen began on the strawberry, slowly licking the topping off the inside of Jenny's thighs with short, longing licks. Changing between thighs, from right to left, and back again Jenny got restless, grabbing Kristen's soft hair and forcing her face into her strawberry covered pussy. Kristen's face was now covered in strawberry flavouring. Jenny held her face against her pussy as Kristen's tongue worked its way over the area, swirling over her puffed labia, flicking across her clit, Jenny pulling on Kristen's hair. Her tongue probed against the entrance of her vagina overflowing with strawberry topping. Cleaning what was leaking out she then penetrated Jenny's pussy with her tongue, licking the topping that was resting against the vaginal walls. Stretching her tongue further into the pussy she reached more topping, her tongue bringing it back into her mouth. Jenny was throwing her head around as Kristen's tongue reached deep into her pussy, cleaning the topping that she had squirted deep into her pussy. Satisfied she had reached all she could Kristen licked down towards Jenny's asshole where the sticky topping had flowed down to. Swirling her tongue around the area she cleaned the topping up, Jenny softly moaning as the tongue made contact with the skin. Sucking her index finger Kristen eased the wet finger against the entrance to her ass, pushing against the sphincter. "OH!" cried Jenny as the finger penetrated her asshole, the moan becoming a longer sigh as length of the finger inched further in. As the finger moved further in Kristen could feel the sticky cum that she had tasted earlier. With some on her finger Kristen pulled her finger and licked the sticky liquid from it, placing her middle finger in her mouth alongside it. She then eased the two fingers into the tight orifice. Again Jenny cried as the hole stretched to accommodate the invaders. As Jenny's ass accepted the fingers Kristen began to finger fuck her ass, slowly at first until it was easier to maneuver them out when she picked up the speed. Kristen moved her mouth back to her teacher's pussy as she sucked the engorged clit, pulling it out with her lips. Ravaging the sensitive area and fucking her ass, Jenny moaned with each touch of her clit and yelped with each push of the fingers in her ass, reaching over Kristen to grab two ice cubes, holding them against her nipples for increased pleasure. The combination of the pain, the penetration and stimulation sent Jenny well over the edge, a powerful orgasm sweeping through her body as her leg and ass muscles tightened, the high from the orgasm passing through every inch of her body, head to toe. Juices flowed from her pussy down her legs onto the couch, excess strawberry topping mixed in. Kristen pulled her fingers her ass and stopped sucking her clit, instead cleaning up the sticky combination of ice-cream topping and pussy juices. Jenny laid motionless, ripples of the orgasm still passing through her. Dinner at Jenny's - The Dinner Kristen pulled herself up from the floor next to Jenny on the couch where their lips touched briefly, Jenny's moving over Kristen's face, licking up the dried topping that she had forced on her. They kissed once more before Kristen snuggled on the couch with Jenny, resting her head on her soft mounds that were heaving with each breath. There they lay watching as two young blonde girls kissed on the television screen. Dinner at Jenny's - The Preparation This is a spin-off from Sexual Education - Hands On * Kristen ran straight to the toilet after talking to Jenny, determined not to let any of her friends see her crying. There she spent 15 minutes calming herself down before leaving to catch the bus home. The whole trip was spent pondering and checking out the other girls on the bus: their bust sizes, haircuts, eye colours. One woman continued to cross her mind though, Jenny. She couldn't wait to get home to start preparing for the dinner. Upon arrival home her mom greeted her with a normal hug and kiss on the cheek. Kristen had always known her mom was a stunner but had never thought about her sexually before. Her legs and butt were still firm, her rack was still large with minimal sag and her smile was gorgeous. "No," she thought to herself trying to shrug off the sexual thoughts she was having of her mother. Quickly she rushed upstairs to her bedroom closing the door behind her as she entered. Trying to put the thoughts aside for a moment she emptied the contents of her underwear draw onto her bed, making available all the sets of lingerie she could wear for Jenny tonight, incase things went as far as she hoped they would. Removing her school uniform, like she did earlier in the afternoon during sex education class, she stood in front of the mirror naked. Inspecting each part of herself she was quite happy with what she saw: her breasts were largish, her body toned from cheerleading. However, there was one part she wasn't satisfied with, her hairy pussy. She wanted hers clean shaven, just like Jenny's. Kristen moved to her personal bathroom and pulled out her shaving kit. She loved the look and really wanted it but she was too scared of nicking herself. For five minutes she sat on the edge of the bath trying to coax herself to do it with absolutely no luck. Kristen knew if it was going to be done there was only one person that could help. "MOM!!!" she yelled, poking her head out of her bedroom door into the hallway. "Just a minute honey." Kristen retreated to the edge of her bed, stunned at what she was about to do. She was sitting on her bed naked and was going to ask her mom if she could shave her pussy. Slowly the minute began to pass, Kristen began to get anxious. She hadn't really talked to her mom about anything like this before but she always knew she could if she needed to. The door swung open and her mom, wearing a short denim skirt and tight white singlet clinging to her tits, scurried in after realizing her daughter was naked inside. She took a seat next to her beautiful naked daughter on the bed. "What's up dear?" "Mom," she paused, "do you shave your pussy?" "I sure do." Despite hoping that she did a slightly shocked look came across Kristen's face. "Would you like to see?" "Um I guess I would," she stammered. Her mother, Janine, hiked up her skirt and pulled her black panties to the side. What was revealed was a hairless pussy, not a single hair around the lips, but just above it Kristen noticed a tuff of hair. "What's that up top Mom?" Moving her panties further to the side she showed Kristen a tuff of hair in the shape of a love heart. "Do you like it?" "I love it Mom, it's so cute." "What's brought all this up anyway honey?" "It's just that Kayla was telling me how she did hers and I was curious," she lied, remembering that Michael and Jenny had made them promise not to disclose anything that had happened earlier in the day. "Well I'm glad you came to me. Would you like me to do yours for you?" "Well that would be great. I was actually going to ask you." "Lets go to the bathroom, it will be easier there. I wish my tits were firm like yours," she proclaimed, rolling one her nipples between her fingers as they walked to Kristen's bathroom. With her shaving kit already out Janine began to strip, sliding her singlet over her head, her breasts jiggling as she brought her arms back to her side. Next she slid down her skirt and panties in one movement, stepping out of them to become fully naked like Kristen. "What do you think of your mom's body? Pretty hot aye." "Wow! Yeah defs mom, your super hot," stammered Kristen as Janine was caressing her body, hands roaming over her breasts and flat tummy. They both made their way to the tub, Janine clambering in behind Kristen, her pussy pressing up against her daughter's ass and her tits against her back. Into her ear she whispered, "spread wide for mommy, give her some room to work with." Kristen did just that, spreading her legs like she had a few hours to get the first root she had ever received. Head tucked into her neck and arms reaching around and under her armpits Janine began to massage the cream into her daughter's pubic area, lathering up the foam, occasionally brushing her clit, soft but audible moans escaping her lips. Once she was satisfied Janine began to pull her skin taught, gliding the blade across the skin removing all the unwanted hair. Happy that it was complete several minutes later she washed off the remaining the foam, feeling around for any remaining stubble. Finding none Kristen began to shift her body to face her mother before being stopped. "Hold on there's still one more step to go." Beside the tub she had placed a bottle of baby oil. Squirting some of that on her hand she applied it to the skin of the newly bald pussy. Teasing her she began to run her slick hands up her daughter's thighs. Back down again they went towards to her pussy as Kristen taking several deep breaths as she slumped back into her mother. Her right index finger began to rub her slit, moving the oil around her pussy. "Please put in me mom, finger my pussy." Janine obliged pushing her finger into the tight love hole. In and out it went, slowly getting deeper with each inward push. After getting the finger as far as she could she inserted her middle finger as well. Yelping at the sudden increase in pleasure she turned to her mother and kissed her. Not like the normal after school kiss but a passionate kiss, like lovers. This didn't faze Janine though as she continued to thrust into her daughters tight hole, her body beginning to shake as she approached her orgasm. "Faster mom, faster." She felt Kristen tighten around her fingers, her daughter screaming in pleasure as an orgasm swept through her. Janine withdrew her fingers, covered in love juices that were now dripping down Kristen's ass. Her mother began to rub the sticky juices over Kristen's nipples as she turned to her said, "I love you mom." "I love you too dear. Now wash up and get ready for wherever you are going." "How did you know I was going somewhere?" "You've got the entire contents of your underwear draw over your bed. It wasn't hard," Janine told her, kissing her again. "Thanks mom," she said as her mother got out of the tub, grabbing a towel and leaving the bathroom. Kristen turned on the shower to do her hair and wash herself. Half an hour later she emerged from the bathroom into her room to find a whole outfit to wear laid out on her bed ready to wear. A matching pink lace underwear set was chosen to go with a short, mid thigh length pink dress with white diagonal stripes across it. It was stunning. Her mother had bought it for her nearly a month ago but she hadn't had the chance to wear it. She still had a few hours to go before she had to leave so she made her way downstairs naked, knowing her dad wouldn't be home from his work conference for another week. She noticed her mother in the kitchen cooking dinner for herself, also naked. Sneaking up behind her she wrapped her arms around her waist, her hard nipples pressing in her back. They stood in the embrace for a couple of minutes, Kristen's hands roaming her mother's naked body before Kristen kissed Janine on the cheek and made her to way to the couch to relax after the long day. As the clock chimed at 6.30 Kristen moved from the couch and began to get ready for her dinner date. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her now perfect body with its shaved pussy. She slipped into her bottoms first; spending time adjusting the g-string until it was comfortable then placed her bra over her breasts and hooked it up. She decided she was going to wear this set again, at the next sexual education class, knowing she would be the envy of every girl in the class. Next went on the dress, hugging her body in all the right places. She felt so sexy in it. Kristen then went to the bathroom to apply some makeup and do her hair. She emerged at 7.10 strutting down the hall and stairs to the dining room where her mother was eating dinner. Her mouth dropped. "Stunning dear, stunning. I knew it would look good on you." She kissed her on the forehead, grabbed the keys and went to the car. Realizing she was still naked Janine quickly ducked inside and slipped on a dress for the trip. As she pulled out of the driveway Kristen placed a hand on her thigh, rubbing it, tempted to play with her pussy that was in clear view as her mother's dress had hiked up when she entered the car. Janine looked over at her daughter and smiled while placing a hand on hers, guiding it to her dripping wet pussy. Kristen began to play with it, just like her mother had to her in the tub. "Come on just fuck me please darl." Promptly Kristen did, immediately thrusting two fingers into her, pumping them in and out, her fingers causing a sloshing sound with the juices from her mother's pussy. Janine began moaning, finding it hard to concentrate on the road, in process nearly running a red light. "Yeah that's the way Krissie, finger my pussy." She threw her head back as she completed the stop, her moaning increasing when noticed out of the corner of her eye a car full of guys pull up beside them. They had realized something was going on in the car next to them and they had all clambered towards the window facing the car to catch a glimpse of the action. Noticing this Janine pulled her daughter in towards her and planted a large wet kiss on her lips. Kristen reciprocated and in response to the cheers they were getting Janine slipped one of her large breasts from her dress. Looking up she noticed that the light had turned green but there were no other cars on the intersection so she continued with the show. She guided Kristen to her breast where she began lapping at the nipple, sucking on it in the same fashion she had done when she was young. As the light changed from green to amber and amber to red Janine opened the door to reveal to the guys in the backseat what they were thinking, she was getting fingered. Jeers of "one more, one more" came from the car and Janine whispered into her daughter's ear, "come on darling put one more in for the boys, mommy can take it." That Kristen did and she was now finger fucking her mom with three fingers in front of a car full of boys at an intersection! Janine popped her other tit out and Kristen attacked the new one. The light changed back to green and noting the intersection was still empty continued her fun. Janine felt bad for her daughter who was receiving no attention so she reached around her daughter, slid her panties to the side and slipped two fingers in her young pussy. Kristen accidentally bit her mother's nipple as she became overcome at the unexpected sensation causing Janine to yelp like a dog. Again the light changed to red meaning the boys got another minute of viewing pleasure. Kristen pulled her head up from the nipple she was sucking to smile at the boys. Moans from both mother and daughter had become shorter, sharper and louder as they both approached their climaxes. As if they counted down to it Janine and Kristen simultaneously had orgasms, juices flowing from their love canals. Bringing her sticky fingers to her mouth Janine sucked them dry and Kristen followed her lead. They shared a final kiss, their juices being transferred between each other. As the light turned green they drove off, the boys honking their horn. "Now that was so hot mom! We gotta do that again sometime!" "Darling what we are doing isn't exactly legal so we are going to have to be careful. But you are right, that was fun and I would certainly love to." "I love you so much Mom, you're awesome." "I love you too dear. Now could you please pop these big boobies back in incase we see someone we know." Kristen leaned over and placed her hands over her mother's tits, rubbing her hands all over them before covering each one of them up with the dress. They drove for another five minutes until Janine pulled up at the address. "Have fun dear," she said as her daughter leaned over to kiss her goodnight, their tongues probing each other's mouths. "Would you like me to pick you up?" "It should be right mom. But I'll give you a call if I do." She leant back in for another quick kiss, grabbing her bag out of the back, making her way across the front lawn to the large front door. Dinner at Midnight? Having a job that frequently requires me to work until around eleven or later due to my company having a large client base overseas, I'm lucky to have a lady that is very understanding about it all. She knows that when I take my turn working a month of late shifts that I adjust my entire day so I can stay in the routine of getting up and going to work, then having the evening; even if the evening doesn't start until around midnight. Since she has her own website development company and works primarily from our home, she also adjusts her days so we can be together. On the last night of my midnight month, I was certainly looking forward to turning that shift over to one of my competent employees. Having finally completed negotiations and securing a substantial contract, I sat back and took a few deep breaths, closed my eyes for a few moments, and was planning on how to close another negotiation we had been trying to secure for several months. Before long I stood and headed to the restroom. I heard the phone ringing as I approached the door, but decided to leave the service handle it. Returning to my office, I called the service to check on the call. "Thank you for choosing 'It's Our Call'. This is Julie. How can I help you, Sir?" was the greeting from the girl answering my call. "I was just checking on that call a few moments ago. Any message?" "Yes Sir. A lady called and requested you meet her at 'Le Entree' as soon as you're off work." I grinned widely. I knew exactly who it was. We had found this place one night several years ago. It was our kind of place - the owner had a very good sense of humor, which I thought was evident by the name he chose for his eatery. One would think it was an upper class restaurant because from the street it had all the quiet sophistication required. However, when you opened the second set of doors you encountered when entering, you'd discover it was actually just a good old fashioned diner that was open 24 hours. I recalled when I asked him why he named it Le Entree, he chuckled and said it was to see the faces of the uppity snobs before they turned tail and ran when they realized it wasn't a fancy place to show off their success. "Is there anything else, Sir?" I heard Julie asking on the phone. "Uh, no, thanks Julie," I stammered as I returned from my trip down memory lane. "Have a good night Sir," she said as the connection was terminated. Still holding the receiver in my hand, I mentally ran back down that magical lane so I could enjoy all the countless hours Brittney and I had spent there. Eventually, as is always the case, reality was forced upon me as my assistant came in and asked me a question about the project he was working on. I supplied him the answer and asked if he'd lock up. I was calling it a day. "No problem," he said. Gary had the drive and ability to make me know he'd be there long after he need be. He was a hell of trouper and damn good at his job. "We'll see ya later," I said as I walked past him. I patted him on the upper arm as I passed and paused. "Gary, for heavens' sake, go home. Now! You've put more than your share of hours in here this month."  "Yeah. I will," he replied with a chuckle. I knew as well as he did he'd not go until he felt comfortable with the amount of work he finished. Shit. He worked more than any two of my other employees did combined. It took little time before I arrived at Le Entree since there was almost no other traffic. Walking in the door, I was greeted by Hank. He was a heavy set man, around my age, and was also the chief cook, bottle washer, janitor, cashier, and server. He was the owner, naturally, for those who don't understand the amount of work and dedication involved in owning a restaurant. "Evening, Art!" Hank pleasantly greeted me with. Approaching quickly, he was soon shaking my hand as he expressed his delight in seeing Brit and me dining together tonight. "I have seated your delightful lady in your suite."  "You're a trip, Hank!" I said through my laughter. He was great! Our 'suite' was a small table in one corner of his dining room that he'd put a privacy panel around when we'd stop in unless we requested him specifically not to. We had requested Hank and his wife, Judy, to sit down and take a break with us one of the first times we had stopped there. They politely refused, but when Brit and I team up on someone, they soon surrender. Our friendship grew instantly and the four of us had done a lot of things together over the years. It soon became where we were almost like family. As I stepped around the corner of the privacy panel, I saw Brittney looking over the menu. I stood there silently for a few moments, staring at her simple but exotic beauty. Long, soft, dark hair, the most enticing eyes I had seen, a pretty and undecorated face. (She seldom wore makeup now, after many years of me trying to convince her she didn't need it) I couldn't help but stare for several seconds at her rather small but firm and seductive cleavage. "Excuse me," I said in a voice just above a whisper. "I must have the wrong table." She jumped from the surprise of hearing my voice and looking up, her smile illuminated my life like the sun illuminates the world. She quickly stood up and gave me a heavenly hug and kiss. "You leave and you're a dead man!" she exclaimed playfully as she forced a false frown to appear on her face. We hugged a bit longer, kissed several more times, and was preparing to sit down when Judy appeared. "Hey! Where's mine?" she asked as her arms wrapped around my waist. We hugged briefly and then I sat down across from Brittney. "Your regular?" she asked as she waived the menu in front of me. My grin gave her the answer. "This lovely lady has already placed her order," Judy said as she gently placed her arm on Brits' shoulder. "I'll leave you two alone and get your food ready." It was so nice to be able to see Brittney, especially tonight. She was wearing a very simple but flattering white sleeveless top. Her dark hair framed her face perfectly and my heart melted as I looked at her, listening intensely to her tell me about the new contract she got. I knew she was justifiably excited about it. She had been trying for almost a year to land the deal. Reaching my hand out to her, she grasped it as she continued to share her excitement. 'God. She is a real doll!' I thought to myself, sidetracking me for only an instant. All too soon, in my opinion, our food arrived and we quietly shared more things with each other as well enjoyed our food. Her with her salad and me with my 'country fried steak', fries, and rolls. Once we finished our meals, almost as if it had been choreographed in advance, we slid toward each other, meeting halfway around the circular seat. Judy brought us our favorite dessert. A regular, black, straight and strong coffee for me, and some kind of 'girlie' cappuccino for Brit. We sat there and talked endlessly. I was continually stroking my hand up and down the length of her firm, shapely thigh. She had worn a pair of terrycloth shorts, and I knew it was just for my benefit. Eventually, we decided we should head out. I slid out and reached out to assist Brit as she stood up. "Well, thank you!" she said with a smile. Running her finger up and down my chest, she whispered, "I was hoping you'd be able to take me home. I think my car just died tonight." I knew it hadn't, but that's just one of our many little games we play with each other. It's our own warped sense of foreplay. "Well, that depends, my dear," I replied, smiling from ear to ear. "That all depends... Who's home? Yours or mine?"  Reaching up her arms to trap my head in her grasp she put her mouth to my ear, whispering, "You don't really think I care, do you??" When I asked Judy for the check, she politely explained that it had all been taken care of and winked at Brit. Turning to look at her, I saw Brittney had suddenly become very interested in the decorations in the place. "Well, thank you Ma'am," I said as I kissed her on the cheek. She giggled and took my hand, gently starting me toward the door. "Goodnight Judy, and thanks for another wonderful evening!" Brittney said as we started to the door. "Yes, thanks Judy," I said. "Thanks Hank!! Catch ya later!!" I yelled to him in the kitchen. Sticking his head out the door, he called out, "Hey, thanks you two! Good to see you again!" Leading Brit to my truck, I opened the door for her and eyed her long, shapely legs as she tried to crawl into the cab. "You and your damn truck! It's so friggin' high!" she playfully complained as she slid back to the ground. Turning to face the inside of the truck, she crawled in face first. I knew she only did it to give me a glimpse at her ass, and trust me my friends, I looked at it as much as I could!! Our conversation on the way home was they always were; a mix of lighthearted chit-chat and serious discussion. Pulling the truck into the garage, we were soon headed inside the house. "Oh, Honey, I'm beat!" Brit said as she dropped her jacket over the chair back. I walked up behind her her, rubbing her shoulders as I kissed her neck several times. "I'm no ball of fire myself," I confessed softly in her ear, gently kissing her earlobe. A few moments later I began setting up the coffee maker for our morning and Brit said she was going to go get ready for bed. Turning to watch her as she walked down the hall, she had removed her sweater top just before she turned to walk into the bedroom. I was finished with my self-appointed chore when I heard a "Pssst!!" coming from the hallway. Turning to see what Brit wanted, I instantly had as smile on my face and a lump in my throat. Yes. I said throat. I'd think by now you'd have figured out I already have had more bulges in my pants tonight than a golf ball has dimples. I saw Brittney standing in the hall, naked except for the towel she had almost wrapped around her. With the light from the bedroom cascading over and accentuating her seductive body, I watched with a mesmerized stare as she flashed parts of her body at me. "If you can manage to stay awake a bit longer, I was thinking it would be really nice to have a mutual, congratulatory celebration." I could say nothing. I was drawn to her like a moth to a light, but I knew the result for me would be worlds more pleasing than any moth ever experienced! She was already on the bed, patting the mattress beside her as I entered the room. Candles were glowing softly in the bedroom and she had our favorite homemade CD playing. Removing my clothes, I laid down beside her. Our passion and desires grew stringer and quickly as we kissed, cuddled, and enjoyed each other. I was soon being forced on my back, my male flesh protruding straight toward the ceiling. Her firm, warm and soft body was quickly covering me like a blanket. Wrapping my hands around her waist, she positioned herself and lowered her body onto mine. The softness of her hair stroking my face and shoulders as she took her pleasure from me was a delight. She took a lot of pleasures from my body and with her climaxing several times had bathed me in the heavenly sweetness from her body. The pleasures she gave me were so intense I soon was uncontrollably filling her with my hot satisfaction as she persuaded every drop from me. Both of us were now drained and totally exhausted. She slid onto the bed and laid on her side so she had her back to me. She knows how much I enjoy cuddling tight against her with my grateful flesh nestled between her ass cheeks. Placing my arm over her waist I kissed her neck softly and continuously as my hand slid up and down her torso, slowly going up and caressing her breasts and then repeating the cycle. Hearing her gently and melodic purrs of enjoyment, I continued until she had drifted off to sleep. "Good night, Honey," I whispered as I snuggled up as tight as possible to her and soon had also dozed off. When I woke, I discovered she was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. "Oh, Sweetie, I thought it was my turn to cook so you could relax today," I stated as I walked to her and kissed her luscious lips. My hands were also slowly rubbing her firm, shapely ass that was hidden under her robe, and I was amazed by how excited she made me. Eventually we finished breakfast and headed out through the seemingly endless thick wooded area behind the house. It took us a lot longer than we planned, but after all, what could be better than enjoying each other in nature - except for what started it all .... our dinner at midnight. Dinner at Mistress Sarah's Slut knelt on her heels, awaiting her Master's return. She was nervous, but excited. She knew if anything was out of place, on assignment not done perfectly, she would be punished. Slut feared the punishments, but her Master deserved the best, and if he was not happy, she needed to be punished. She was known only as slut, and she deserved everything she got. Master's vehicle pulled up, and slut glanced around nervously, hoping everything was in place. Nothing is wrong. But that does not mean anything. Her hands behind her back, she heard his key is in the door, and he entered. Master stepped over to her. Quickly he reached down and grabbed her hair, roughly pulling her into an upright kneeling position. "When I come home, this is the position you will be in, Bitch!" Slut knew that, and mentally kicked herself. A lot of this is new to her, and she sometimes forgets the smallest things. Before, when she mentioned this to Master, he told her "I understand, Slut. That is why I am lenient with you." Slut shuddered to think what will happen when he stops being lenient. Master leaned down and kissed her deeply. After it is done he whispers in her ear. "Remember, no matter what, Dear, no matter how hard I am on you, I love you" Slut knew this, she felt it in his kiss, his touch. Master straightened, and ordered his slut to the inspect position. She stood, assuming the position that she did every evening. He walked around her, his eyes going over every inch of her body. His fingers trace lines across her skin. She felt his fingers on her arms, her neck, her breasts. He pauses at her mons. She wondered why, apprehensive, until he slapped it, hard. "There is too much stubble here. I told you that I want this smooth EVERY day. Today especially." Slut knew this as well, and had meant to shave. But her free time had run a little long, her online game taking longer than she expected. She did not have time to shave, and do the other chores. She bowed her head and did not explain, she knew that it was no excuse. Her punishment is swift. A large dildo is forced in her mouth, deep so that she gags. "Keep it there, Bitch." He bent her over a table so that her ass was exposed. Reaching around her, he forced the dildo another inch into her mouth. Again she gagged. Then the spanking begins. He was rough, there is no build up. The first blow was as hard as the last. After 3 blows she was trying to scream through her gag. After 5 she was crying, and by the time the tenth and final blow lands she was sobbing, tears flowing down her face. "Now stay there. I will have to get my own coffee, bitch." She knew that this angered Master as much as the shaving, and lays there while she listened to him making the coffee. When he was done, he grabs her hair and dragged her to the office. He put a pillow in her kneeling place in the corner and guided her there, facing the corner. He removed the dildo from her mouth. He kisses her cheek. "Think about this, slut. Do not come out until you can be a good, happy slave. You may kneel or sit in anyway that does not hurt you. I need you in good form tonight. Let me know when you are ready." He turns her head and kisses her deeply and long. At first, slut felt fear and anger. He was strict and harsh with her. She let the emotions flow across her mind and bathe her feelings. After time, they started to subside, and as time passed, she started to understand. She thought about it from a different angle. She realized the love he feels for her, and that this harshness maked her stronger, better. Besides, she is his property. He may do with her as he pleases, and she has no right to deny him a good and obedient slave. "Master? I am ready" "Good Girl." Her Master came over and kissed her again, deeply. "Now, open the package. We are going out tonight. Slut opened the package and found a back dress. It was cut low, to just below her breasts. And the hem of the dress fell just below her crotch. There was a red garter belt, and black silk stockings. She looked at her Master. Master had worked with her to be more sluttish in public, but she had never worn anything this revealing. "Master?" she looked up, plaintively. "Go take care of that stubble slut. Then get dressed. Your black heels will do, I think. Hurry up. I have wasted too much time with you already. MOVE!" She scurried to do her Master's bidding and was rewarded with a chuckle as she slipped trying to get out of the room. "Don't you dare cut yourself, bitch!" he yelled after her. She took a deep breath, practicing the relaxation that Master taught her to cope with these situations. She reminded herself that Master loved her, she thought of the kisses, the way he holds her. Master loved her, and would always love her. She breathed again, and began to remove the stubble, carefully. It took time, too much time to remove the stubble, but it was finally done. Slut collected her things, and raced up the stairs to her Slave space. Her slave space was a walk in closet, just big enough for her cage and a bureau. There was a wooden stool for hr to sit on, and a small desk and mirror. It was a small space, but it was hers. She was allowed to do with it what she wanted and when she was here, she could smoke as she choose and relax. The only thing Master told her was to keep it neat and pretty, and that she must follow her slave protocols if he were there. Slut did not spend a lot of time in here, perhaps one or two hours a day. She usually was granted the privilege of sleeping on the floor at Master's side. The cage was for punishments, or if Master had an occasional female friend over. Those nights Master would cage her, and turn on a baby monitor, forcing her to listen to her Master making love. She dressed quickly. Master had not mentioned makeup, so she applied it lightly. Master thought she was beautiful, and liked only a little makeup. Sometimes he told her none, or sluttish. Save had had to read to learn how to do sluttish. Sometimes that was fun. She stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the dress. She was right when she first saw. The dress showed a lot of cleavage, and the skirt was very high, the red garter belts poked out beneath the black dress. She was not given panties or a bra. She felt naked and vulnerable. Master had approved of her dress, and her makeup. Slut was nervous, going out like this. But she knew better than to ask Master questions. When he was ready, he would tell her. Master opened the door of his truck for her and helped her in. He drove to the freeway, where he commanded her to bare her top. It was dark out, and the big pickup sat above most other cars on the road. Still, she felt exposed as she slid the dress off her shoulders. After driving about a half hour, Master took an exit. As they drove to a residential section, Master explained. "Slut, we are visiting Mistress Sarah. She has her first slave. She has invited us to show her boy how a slave can be treated. Tonight, you are on display. It will be a very hard night for you, Slut. If you make me proud, we will make love in my bed and you will sleep with me. If you embarrass me, you will sleep in your cage for a week." Master pulled onto a dark street. It was quiet, and the house he turned into was quiet, large and imposing. Master turned to his slave, and attached a collar. He came around to open her door, but before he let her out, he attached a leather leash to the collar. He shortened the leash to about a foot, and pulled her from the truck. She stumbled a little getting out of the truck, because of the high heels and the rough pull. Master laughed as she caught herself. Master enjoyed her little He pulled her close to him. "You will follow all your protocols, slut, or I will force you into them." He lead her to the door, and stationed her behind him. The door was opened by a man dressed in garters and a frilly red bar. His cock was enclosed in a pink plastic cage, and he wore pink high heels. His face was made up like a slut. He was short, and had a belly. Slut suppressed a laugh. She was very happy that Master did not see the smile she could not contain. But the man saw it, and turned a darker shade of red. Master lead her in, and a woman came forward. There was a pause, and slut felt Master push behind her knees. He dragged her to her knees with the leash. "If you can't curtsey like a good slut, kneel, like a bitch!" Master pushed on the back of her head. "Kiss her feet!" He pushed harder, and she leaned forward. The leather of her heels felt cold and smooth. Master kept his hand on her head until he was satisfied. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back. The woman led them into the living room. She offered Master a seat, and Master snapped his fingers, pointing at a spot next to his seat for her to kneel. She knelt on her heels, hands on her thighs, palms up as she was taught. She kept her head and eyes down, and listened as her Master and this woman discussed slaves, training, and other things. Slut had not been introduced. She knew that was because she was property. There was no need to introduce them. She had been trained to call all dominants Sir or Ma'am. Master referred to the woman as Sarah, and she heard the woman call the man "boy". Boy called the woman Mistress Sarah. After some time boy came in an knelt by the woman to tell them that dinner was ready. Slut was starving. But when they got to the dining room, there were only two places set. Master motioned slut to kneel beside him. Dinner was streak, asparagus and baked potato. The conversation continued, and Master fed her pieces of his meal from his fingers. Boy knelt by the door, and responded to his Mistresses finger snaps. At the end of the meal, Mistress Sarah said to Master "Shall I show you my play space?" Slut, lead by a short leash, followed her Master and Mistress Sarah led them up the stairs. At the top of the stairs was a door, painted black. It was locked with an old fashioned padlock, big, black and ornate. Mistress Sarah took a skeleton key from her bosom, and opened the lock. The door swung open, and boy scurried in. Mistress Sarah closed the door. "He has two minutes." When she had timed out two minutes Mistress Sarah opened the door. Boy was there, kneeling. Mistress Sarah brushed by him, and Master dragged slut with him. There were two large rooms, one set up as a bedroom with a couch and a small desk, the other was a dungeon. There were big candles on every wall, and they were lit. "Kneel, and crawl like a dog, bitch" Master growled. Slut crawled behind Master as he pulled without mercy if she was not quick enough. Mistress Sarah took them to the dungeon first. It was a big room. On one wall was a huge X made out of wood. It was painted black, and had rings attached to the end of each leg. There was a table, about waist high, with rings attached to the edges. There whips and paddles and other things slut did not recognize, and furniture slut had never seen before. Mistress Sarah turned and led them to the bedroom. Again it was a big room with a queen sized bed against one wall. There was a bureau, and table with a mirror and make up neatly stored there. There was a lot of room on the floor. "Bitch, get in position 5" Master pointed to the middle of the floor and yanked her leash. Slut crawled to the center of the floor and lay on her back. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and held them there with her hands. She felt open, exposed. Mistress Sarah positioned boys face next to her pussy. Slut could feel his breath. She was getting hornier by the minute, wet and hot. She started to rock her hips, straining to get near boy's mouth until her Master slapped her. He did not say a word, she knew she was not supposed to move in position. She heard Mistress Sarah begin to berate boy, telling him that he wasn't worthy even of eating a slave's pussy. Then she stepped on the back of his head and pressed his face into her cunt. "Lick her, you dog." Boy's tongue was good, and he ate her with abandon. Slut knew not to cum without permission, and she knew that she could not react. She lay there, concentrating on not moving, tensing her muscles so as not to betray her passion. Master still held the leash, and would tug it viciously if she showed the slightest sign of pleasure. "How long can she last?" Mistress Sarah asked. "Oh! Hours, if he stops once in a while. We could leave them here, go dancing, and when we got back she would not have cum. And, if she did, she would tell me." Mistress Sarah laughed. "Is she any good with that tongue?" "Why don't you find out" Master yanked slut's leash. "Slut, time for you to serve." Slut looked up to see Mistress Sarah lowering herself on slut's face. "Lick her, slut." Show her what my slut will do for her Master!" Master yanked the leash again. Slut had never been this close to a woman before. She was confused to find it a little exciting, and it made her hotter. The fact that boy's tongue was dancing on her pussy helped, and slut stuck out her own tentatively. Mistress Sarah's pussy was soft, wet and warm. It tasted salty, and a little sweet. She licked the edges first, and Mistress Sarah sighed. She rocked her hips on slut's face. Slut did not enjoy having this pussy in her mouth, but there was nothing she could do about it. Master had ordered this, and slut could not disobey. The taste was strong, and even a little bitter, even while it was sweet. Master pulled hard on the leash again, and slut began to lick in earnest. Finally after several minutes, she buried her tongue in Mistress Sarah's hole. Mistress Sarah was enjoying slut's tongue. She moaned and her hips rocked back and forth, sliding her sex over slut's face. Juices flowed over slut, Mistress Sarah growled, "Drink my nectar, slut!" It was easy now, not to come, slut was not thinking about what boy was doing, but about the woman's pussy in her face. Mistress Sarah's moans got louder, and her hips moved more frantically. She bounced on slut's face. Mistress Sarah let out a scream, and came. Juices poured out of her, into slut's mouth, up he nose. She fought to swallow all she could, to please her Master, but a lot spilled over slut's mouth. Her nose burned, and she could hear Master laughing at her. Slut felt boy being dragged away from her pussy and Master pulled her leash. He led her to one corner of the bed and locked her leash to the post. Mistress Sarah did the same with boy. Master grabbed slut by the back of her hair and hissed "Watch everything!" Master lay upon the bed as Mistress Sarah slid between his legs and started servicing Master. She sucked with skill and enthusiasm. Master's hips bucked up and down, and Mistress Sarah slurped and moaned. It was clear that she relished this job. Slut remembered that Master had not used her for a week. She had thought it strange, and had been a little worried, But as she watched the scene unfold, she understood. Soon Master guided Mistress Sarah to her back and entered her. In no time, Mistress Sarah was bucking and moaning. Master rose and fell hard on her, making her moan louder. Soon, the both came in unison. Slut understood what was going to happen next. Master came over and knelt behind slut, holding her, cupping her breasts, kissing her neck and ear. Mistress Sarah released boy and pulled him face up onto the bed. She straddled him, and Master seed began to drain into boy's waiting mouth. "Lick, Boy!" Mistress Sarah growled. Boy began to lick. Slut could see his expert tongue dance in and out of Mistress Sarah's pussy. Again she began to moan, then grind her womanhood over boy's face. He was soon covered in Master's white cum, and Mistress Sarah came, slamming against boy's face. She came with a scream. Mistress Sarah collapsed, spent. Boys head was caught between her legs so that he dare not move. Master Walked over and gave Mistress Sarah a kiss on the cheek. "We will let ourselves out, Sarah. Thank you. It was a wonderful evening." At home, Master sat slut down at the kitchen table and made her a chocolate sundae with whipped cream. When she done, Master led him to his bedroom and lay her on the bed. He made love to her slowly, whispering in her ear what a good girl she was, and how proud he was of her. She came over and over again. When they were finished, Master rolled her over on her side and held her. They slept through the night, and late into the morning. Dinner at Rogano We arranged to meet at The Rogano, in Exchange Place, for dinner. I recognized you from the photo you had sent and I smiled as you walked in, amused to watch the reaction you got from the other diners. The women watched you enviously - the men lustfully. I saw one husband get a wrap on the knuckles from his wife's soup-spoon when his staring went on a little long. The attention was not surprising. You were wearing a business-like skirt and jacket in soft wool. But the shortness of the skirt might make an observer wonder what sort of business you were involved with. I stood to greet you. Having come straight from the office I was wearing a Hugo Boss double breasted suit, monogrammed linen shirt and a blue, silk tie. I kissed you on the cheek, inhaling a lovely hint of expensive perfume. Moving slightly back I looked you up and down before saying softly, 'You look good enough to......eat.' I gestured to a hovering waiter. 'Please take the lady's jacket.' I saw a blush rise from your neck as you broke my gaze and looked down. I could see you were nervous, but you only hesitated a second before unbuttoning the jacket and shrugging it from your shoulders. A smile spread across my face and I felt my cock harden as I saw that you had obeyed another of my requests. Under the jacket you had on a very sheer white blouse and -very obviously - no bra. A hovering waiter came to take your coat and his eyes flew open wide when you turned to pass it to him. Your blouse was very see-thru and your lovely breasts very much on display. It was also very apparent that your nipples very crinkled bullet hard, either with cold or excitement. I pulled out a chair and helped you sit, facing away from the other diners. A young waiter fussed over you bringing an un-needed napkin and topping-up your already full glass of water, desperate to ogle your breasts. It was amusing for a minute but eventually I had to wave him away after we got two menus and a couple of drinks. The initial nervousness wore off as we chatted, finding much in common. I ordered for both of us. Oysters for myself to start, smoked salmon for you with lobster for a main meal. Between those 2 courses I beckoned you to lean closer to me across the table. 'Go into the ladies and take your knickers off. Bring them back to me at the table.' Then I passed you a gift wrapped box. 'Open this when you are in there and put them to use.' I heard you gasp quitely, then slowly stand to obey. Your progress through the restaurant held everyone's gaze as your unfettered breasts swayed slightly under your blouse. I enjoyed your stately return trip as well, watching a little smile play across your lips as you kept your eyes on my, ignoring all the others staring. (The victim of the soup spoon attack nearly got a steak knife in the ribs from his wife this time around.) It seemed to me that you swayed your hips more coming back than you had when going. I just knew that this was to get the maximum effect from the love-balls now deep in your pussy, the gift I had given you before your trip to the ladies. When you got back to the table you dropped a fragrant scrap of black lace on the table. I placed it in my pocket and helped you with your chair. Still behind you I leant down to whisper in your ear, 'How do they feel?' Your tiny whimper that escaped your lips and the slight squirming in your seat were all the answer I needed. When the meal was finished I declined the offer of coffee and paid the bill. Having collected your jacket I enjoyed the sight of your arse wiggling as I followed you up the stairs. Outside I took your arm and turned left, crossing Buchanan St into Mitchell Lane. As we passed down the narrow, deserted laneway I halted you with a pressure on your arm - before pushing you into the doorway of the Lighthouse Design Centre. I gently placed a hand over your mouth and you felt my hand on your thigh. I watched your eyes go wide as my hand moved up, over your stocking tops, and felt for the loop I know I would find. With a sticky squelch I pulled the love balls from your pussy. I held them up in front of your face. Your juices glistened slightly on them in the dim light of the alley. 'Lick them clean' I hissed, before removing the hand from your mouth. You tried to look down but I cupped your chin so I could hold your gaze as I pushed the balls against your unresisting lips. I pressed my aching hard cock against you as I watched you taste yourself on the plastic globes. When they were properly clean I slipped them into the pocket of my suit coat. Then, taking your arm again I lead you the short distance to the car-park. There were four or five people waiting for the tiny lift, which was on the 5th floor. Taking your wrist I lead you towards the stairs. Between the 2nd and 3rd floors I tug you to a halt. I turn you around and with a hand between your shoulder-blades I push you forward. You feel me hitch up your skirt from behind, exposing your stockings and bare arse. 'I have to use you here and now slut!' Without another word I unzip my trousers and thrust my cock into you from behind. You are so turned on by the situation, the build up and the extra excitement of the love balls that your pussy is dripping. I drive into your inviting wet cunt with one thrust. A second thrust is all it takes to trigger your long postponed climax. Your cries of passion echo in the stairwell and I feel my balls tighten as my own orgasm approaches. Withdrawing I spin you round I push you to your knees on the dirty floor. My hand tangles in your blonde hair as I push my bulging cock head against your lips, then into your mouth, then your throat. Ignoring a few chocking noises I uses your mouth like it was a cunt, fucking it, until I can hold back no longer. With a long groan I pull my cock from your mouth, smeared with your lipstick, and stroke it as I explode, spraying your upturned face with my hot, salty jizz. My knees start to feel weak in the aftermath of a huge cum. I wait till my breath slows, all the while looking down all the while at your slutty, cum covered face. Then I see you start to poke in your handbag, looking for a tissue. 'No' I croak and pull you to your feet. I tug down your skirt and take your hand again, leading you to my car and the hotel room that awaits us. The look on the faces of the 2 guys we passed on the way will stay with me for a long, long time. Dinner at Six Dinner was set for six o'clock that evening. It was the first time Matt would be coming to dinner and Steph wanted to ensure it was a good home cooked meal. Baked boneless chicken breast coated in minced Garlic and bread crumbs, diced potatoes dressed with Olive Oil, Rosemary and Black Pepper, fresh baked rolls and carrots were the main course, she would be dessert. She knew Michael would approve, he enjoyed hearing tales of her adventures with lovers, both male and female. Matt was her latest lust interest. They had met the pervious spring during Michael's company's sponsored Volleyball league. Although they were on different teams during the spring they had opportunities to talk between games. For the fall league Matt was a captain of a team and selected her for his team, while Michael played for another team. At the end of season get together she had an opportunity to really talk with Matt and by the end of the night they had exchanged numbers. Over the next four weeks they exchanged text messages and Steph got a better feel for Matt and if he would be open to a more physical relationship. She found out the answers to that question a few weeks ago when she met him out for happy hour at a bar near her home. After a few drinks and some small talk she had invited him back to their home. Once there it only took two drinks before they had progressed to the bedroom and hot sweaty fucking. Tonight would be a bit different than the first night Matt came over, for one Michael wouldn't be home to watch, he was out of town for a few days on business. Second they would have more time tonight, all night in fact, if he wanted to stay. She wanted him to, she had been thinking about dinner and her being dessert all afternoon, and she was getting progressively wetter as the afternoon wore on. At five forty five she got the inevitable text from Matt that he was running late and would be there closer to six thirty. She smirked as she read the text, typical of a single guy of 28; fortunately she had learned a thing or two about men in her 40 years and had planned for a late arrival. Dinner wouldn't be ready till six thirty so there was not harm. Matt arrived at twenty after, just enough time for greetings, and the making of drinks before dinner was ready. Dinner went smooth, Matt really enjoyed the meal and the discussion focused on what each had done that day. Matt had spent much of the day on the golf course, while Stephanie had seen her husband off to the airport, done some light house cleaning while watching football, and made what Matt called "a fabulous dinner". After dinner was over and the kitchen was cleaned up they went and sat on the couch in the living room. The conversation flowed from topic to topic as they sipped their drinks. Stephanie preferred wine, while Matt enjoyed whiskey and Coke. At first they discussed general topics such as work, interests, and their pasts. During her discussion of her near past, Stephanie was able to explain to Matt how she and Mike had become swingers and just what it was that Mike liked about hearing her tales of adventure. During this portion of the discussion she had placed her hand on his leg and at some point had begun to run her fingers up and down the length of his leg. When she had finished explaining to Matt just how electrifying the sex between her and Mike was when she told him about her lovers it was as if a light went off in his head. With a coy smile on his face he asked "So I need to step up my game tonight so that you have something hot to tell Mike when he comes home, then." Without missing a beat or looking away from him, she undid his pants, pulled his semi erect cock out, and slowly lowered her head into his lap. As her lips approached his cock, she let out a warm breath of air to further stimulate his rapidly stiffing cock. She then ever so gently parted her lips enough to allow the head of his cock to enter her moist warm mouth. The taste of his cock was masculine with a hint of saltiness. She gently began to swirl her tongue around his cock as she lowered her mouth slightly past the head. At that moment she felt Matt's body completely relax as he slumped back into the cushions and placed his hand on the back of her head and took a gentle hold of a handful of her mid neck length Auburn hair. As she began to rhythmically slide her watering mouth up and down over his erect cock and simultaneously swirl her tongue around the head, she felt the slightest of pressure from him forcing her to go lower and lower each time she went down on his throbbing cock. She could also feel her juices starting to soak her thong and moisten her thighs. She hoped she would be in for a long night of hard fucking. At first the noise was barely audible, but as her rhythm picked up it grew louder. Matt was now holding her head with both his hands and being a bit more forceful which only made her pussy juices flow more. Now his hands were in synch with her bobbing action and she was taking his cock all the way down to the base, at about seven inches in length it just at the limit of how far she could take a cock down her throat. She loved the feeling of a man's body as it was in a state of total pleasure from her mouth. She loved the affect she had, the pleasure she could bring with this simple action. Matt had gotten a small taste of what her pussy could do the first night he had come to the house, tonight he would learn the full measure of what she was capable of. As she came up for air this last time Matt pulled her up toward him and they kissed. Her tongue sliding deep into his mouth, she could taste the whiskey and feel his tongue fighting to get past hers so that he could explore her mouth. As they kissed she continued to work his cock with her hand, stroking it up and down gently so the pressure would not build too much. She felt his hands move up along her side, sending sensations of electricity running through her body. When his hand reached her tits the feeling was so intense she let out a long soft moan. She couldn't wait to fuck him again. Her clit was throbbing as he began to unbutton her blouse and strip her down. First her blouse, then her belt, he was letting the anticipation build. After each article of clothing was removed his hands would wander over a different area of her body before moving toward the next article of clothing to be removed. The whole time they continued to kiss and she continued to stroke his cock. The next article of her clothing to go was her bra. As it fell away from her chest the cool air caused goose bumps to form all over her chest, the sensation was enough to cause her nipples to become erect almost instantaneously. Upon seeing her nipples grow hard Matt roughly grabbed her right breast in his hand and began to knead it while moving his left up to the back of her head and forcefully kissing her, tongues flickering, both their mouths watering. The kissing went on for a few minutes, Matt's hand working both her tits. Pinching her nipples, hard one second, softly the next. The line between pleasure and pain was beginning to blur. Without warning, after an extra hard pinch of her left nipple, Matt broke off the kiss. His mouth going down to her right nipple so quickly and softly, Stephanie almost jumped back. Matts strong arms the only thing preventing her from doing so. Electrifying, that was how it felt from the base of her spine to the base of her neck, where her auburn hair actually stood up on her neck. That feeling from a hard pinch on her left nipple to the soft gentle touch of his lips on her right in an instant, few men had ever been able to manipulate her senses like this, and only Michael had actually mastered that ability. For being so young, Matt was good, she couldn't wait to fuck him over and over tonight. She wanted him, wanted him so bad her pussy ached for it. She was his tonight, she couldn't resist and she knew it. He did as well, after gently kissing and licking her left nipple to remove the sting of his pinch, he forced her up off the couch to stand in front of him, half naked, stiff nipples standing out in the soft glow of the lighting from above. Standing there in front of him, his hands on her hips, she could barely stand. Looking down at him she heard him ask in a soft low tone, "What do you want Stephanie? Tell me!" "I, I want you to fuck me." Was all she could manage as her legs began to tremble. With that reply Matt's hands went to the button on her jeans and quickly, and without trouble, unfastened and unzipped her jeans. As her jeans slid down to the floor, she could not hide the excitement. Her thong was soaked and it was right there in his face. He smiled as he looked up at her and their eyes locked onto each other. Without looking away he slowly began to lower her thong down her thighs, past her knees, finally letting them free fall to the floor once he reached her calves. Continuing to look up at her, his hands slowly sliding up the back of her legs until each hand rested on one of her ass cheeks. Her breathing became more rapid as she looked down upon him; Matt was still staring back at her. "What do you want Stephanie? He whispered again. "I, I want..........." Before she could finish, she felt the warmth of his breath as he moved his mouth closer to her pussy that feeling at that moment was sending her over the edge. Just when she thought the pleasure couldn't get any better Matt's tongue flicked across her clit sending waves of spasms through her body. She had to place her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling forward as his tongue continued to flick across her clit. "Let's go into the bedroom." she whispered. Without saying a word Matt rose to his feet. Taking the lead, she led him toward the bedroom, only ten feet away. By the time they reached the foot of the bed Matt had already stripped down, a trail of clothes stretching from the couch to the bed. One small lamp off to the left of the bed cast a soft glow across the room, giving the whole room a soft intimate feel. Without a word Matt spun her around and pushed her down onto the bed. As he adjusted her position slightly, he knelt on the fool in front of her. She could feel how rough his hands were as they slid up the outside of her soft smooth legs. When his hands had finally come to rest on her hips he moved up and in between her legs. His body forcing her legs further apart exposing her wet pussy to him. Then without warning his head shot in between her thighs, his hot tongue sliding up the length of her soaked lips, slightly spreading them before coming to a stop on her clit. Her juices tasted sweet to him as his tongue parted her moist lips. She was extremely wet; her thong had been soaked, and now as he explored her pussy the aroma and taste of her juices were intoxicating. Her body was so warm and inviting, a playground of delight, and he intended to play in it as long as she would let him. As his tongue moved up past her soft lips it found her swollen clit, a pink button to her pleasure center. Immediately his lips locked onto it and her began to suck and tug gently, flicking his tongue rapidly over it to intensify her pleasure. It was working, almost immediately she reached down and grabbed his head, forcing it deeper in to her. "Oh god, oh, oh my god. Yes! Yes, yessss; ahhhhhh. That's right! Yes! Yes!" Her body began to spasm as the first orgasmic waves flowed through her body; she could hardly contain herself. Matt's tongue was vigorously flickering over her exposed clit, sending wave after wave of spasms. As the pleasure started to subside her body began to buck with each flick of his tongue. Soon she could not take any more. "Oh my god, Matt. Stop, stop please." Was all she could manage as she tried to catch her breath. Matt complied with her demand, kissing her up and down the inside of her thighs as he listened to her labored breathing start to subside and resume a normal pattern. Finally he moved up beside her. He could feel the sweat of her body on his chest as he lay next to her. "You taste so fucking amazing." Was his comment, as she finally got her breathing completely under control. "That was fantastic. God you can eat pussy." She said turning to look at him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." "Enjoyed it? I fucking loved it! You must have had a lot of practice." "Not really, I just tend to work off the reactions of the girls I'm with." "Been with a lot of girls then?" she asked with jest. "Enough to know what I am doing." He said coyly. Stephanie turned her body toward his, their faces inches apart. She leaned in and kissed him. She could taste herself on his lips as her tongue slid between his and started to dance with his tongue. His cock began to poke her in the stomach as it grew firmer from their passionate kissing. The heat of their bodies causing each of them to sweat even more. Then without warning he rolled her onto her back and rolled on top of her. Still kissing, she slowly started to spread her legs. This is what she had been waiting for, and as her legs spread father apart Matt adjusted his position. Pulling her legs back toward herself slightly allowed Matt to get better positioning, after one more slight adjustment she felt his cock brush across her inner thigh. She closed her eyes, continuing to kiss him, enjoying the warmth of the moment, letting it wash over her. The taste of her juices and the whiskey were gone now, but her smell filled the air around them. That scent of her body during sex, the one Michael loved so much, was mixing with his scent and filling her nostrils. Suddenly she felt it, the head of his cock. Right there at the entrance to her body, pressing ever so gently against her lips. She could feel the heat of his cock at the head rested at her lips. She forced her tongue deeper into his month, anticipating what was to come. "Oooooooh, yesssssssssssssssssss!" she whispered into his ear as he slowly forced, at first, just the head of his cock into her. "Pleassssse fuck me." She asked still in a whisper. She felt her pussy lips give way as his shaft slowly parted them sliding deeper and deeper into her. Her juices flowing once again, the heat of his cock warming her womb, as he continued to enter her. Then he slowly began to back out, she could feel the void inside her where his cock had been, could feel her juices flowing and being forced out of her as his cocked slid out. When he was almost completely out he reversed course and entered her again, this time a bit faster. Giving her two quick easy thrusts to ensure his cock was completely lubricated by her flowing juices. On the third thrust he was completely satisfied that he was well lubed and slammed it into her, taking her completely by surprise. "OHHHHHH SHIT! That's right. Oh Fuuuuck! Fuck me good. Give it to me" She cried out in that instant. "Ohhhhhhhh Shit!" His thrusts came hard and rapid. A rapid clapping sound filling the room, from his balls slapping against her asshole. As the pounding continued, Stephanie lifted her legs back and out to allow him deeper access into her. "OH MAY GOD! That's it. Keep going. Oh Fuck, Yesssssss! That's what I want. Give it to me!" After two minutes of intense pounding Stephanie had her second orgasm in the span of ten minutes. Juices flowing freely now, he continued the unrelenting pounding into her pussy. She laid there, legs spread wide, enjoying the sensation of his cock pounding into her, and filling her up. She wondered how long he could keep this up. Just then he collapsed on top of her. She could feel his chest rising and falling, his breaths deep and labored. The sweat of their bodies causing them to stick together, his cock still buried deep inside her as they laid there in silence. After a minute or so he rolled off and laid beside her, his cock starting to go soft, Stephanie satisfied for the moment, was content to just lay there. "That was fucking awesome." Matt stated after another minute of silence. "Yes it was, but you haven't even cum yet." She responded, with disappointment in her voice. With a smirk Matt replied "I'm just getting started. I'm good for a couple, don't you worry." Stephanie then rolled over to the edge of the bed to get a sip of water from the glass she usually kept on the shelf beside her bed. She then returned to his side, lying on her side. Her soft breast poking into his ribcage, she leaned in and began to sensuously kiss his neck. Her desires were bringing to stir again deep within her, and she wanted him to be ready for duty in short order. As she continued to kiss his neck re reached down with her hand and found his soft cock. Fondling it at first, then as she felt it begin to stir she gave it a few soft tugs. Within no time his cock was semi erect in her hand but seemed to have hit a plateau, despite her sensual stroking. Realizing his cock would need another form of stimulation to grow full erect she turned herself around so she could orally stimulate his stubborn cock. Taking his semi erect cock in hand and holding it up, she slowly began to lick the shaft of his penis, starting at the base and moving up to his head. Stopping at the top, she would flicker her tongue across the head and insert the tip of her tongue into his urethral opening before sliding it back down his shaft. Slowly his cock began to respond to this new stimulation, and as it grew more erect she would alternate teasing the head with her tongue by sliding her mouth down over it and taking a portion of his cock into her mouth, sucking hard and backing off, creating a "popping" sound as his cock left her mouth. Now that his cock was fully erect again, she began to use a combination of stroking and sucking to stimulate him. She enjoyed the reaction she got from his body as she serviced him, the reaction confirming his pleasure and encouraging her to continue. Watching his body, especially his face, contort from her stroking action was a big turn on for her. She could feel the juices flowing out of her again; round two was not far off. "Are you rested?" She teasingly asked him. "Would it matter if I wasn't?" he replied through a laugh. "No, but now you can't say that I don't at least ask." She said as she swung her leg over his body and straddled his midsection. Leaning over, her breasts resting on his chest, she looked down and with a grin said; "My turn to be on top!" Then lowered her head down until their mouth met in another wet kiss. She reached back with her hand and took hold of his very hard cock and without breaking off the kiss, positioned it for east entry. Then slowly, she lowered herself down until she felt the head just beginning to part her dripping lips before letting go with her hand. Gently she lowered herself down more, feeling his cock stretch her lips further apart. She let out a soft moan, he instinctively tried to thrust up and into her but she was able to prevent him from doing so. "No need to rush. I'm in control right now. Just relax." She informed him. He continued to lay there, his hands on her hips. She lowered her head back down until their lips met once again and continued the long deep kiss. Once back in control she continued to lower herself onto him slowly. The feeling of his cock slowly sliding deeper into her was incredible, she wasn't sure if she would be able to keep this slow pace for much longer. Another small push down and she felt it, that sensation deep insider her as his cock hit her cervix. She sat up instantly forcing herself further down onto him, the pressure on her cervix increasing. "Oh my god!" she whispered aloud. "Holy shit, that feels so good." She managed as she started to lift of his cock a bit to relieve the intense feeling of pleasure and pain. Matt's hands reached up and cupping a breast with each hand he began kneading them softly. Slowly she began to grind herself on his cock, increasing the decreasing the pressure on her cervix. Back and forth, side to side at first, eventually settling on an oval rotation and alternating her speed between a slow gentle rhythms then increasing to a hard fast grinding. Dinner at Six Her hands flat on his chest, she used them to brace herself from falling over due to the intense trembling of her body from the pressure on her cervix. She kept up the grinding; every few gyrations Matt would pinch her nipples or make a thrusting motion forcing his cock deeper into her. Without warning she saw Matt's face tense up. Felt the tension in his body, his hands moved from her tits to her hips and locked on with a strong grip. Stephanie continued the alternating grinding motion and began to encourage him. "That's it. Give it to me. Give me what I want." She whispered to him. Then it happened, she felt his cock swell deep inside her, saw the look on his face, the intensity in his eyes as their eyes locked onto one another. He was as deep as he could possible go when she felt a wave of hot wet fluid erupt from his cock. She swore she felt it hit her cervix. She continued to rotate her hips. Then another eruption, another load of hot jizz flowing into her belly. The warmth of all that hot cum filling her up caused her own body to respond with a wave of small orgasms that forced her to fall forward onto his chest, his cock receding from her depths slightly, no longer putting pressure on her cervix. To her surprise she felt a third smaller explosion shoot yet another load of his cum into her. The hot semen filling the center of her womb whereas the first two were further back inside of her. "Holy fuck that was a huge load." She commented. "That was incredible." He said, "Your pussy is so fucking hot." "I felt at least three huge loads. I'm not taking one or two big ones, then a smaller one, but THREE huge loads. My god Matt have you been saving that just for me?" "No." He said sheepishly "You're and amazingly hot woman and I don't hook up with many hot women." "Well sweetie, this is twice in three weeks. I think it may be a little bit more than a hook up at this point. Just saying." Stephanie could feel his growing soft inside her and beginning to withdraw. She still hadn't moved off of Matt. Mainly because she was enjoying the full feeling in her pussy from all his cum. She could feel it starting to seep out of her lips as his cock was slowly seeping out as well. "This is going to be messy." She thought to herself before quickly dislodging herself from his cock and onto her side next to him. She loved the feeling of her pussy when it was full of her lover's cum. She couldn't wait to tell Michael about tonight, he too would be filling her pussy with his hot come after hearing about this. It was only eight thirty, but they were both tired from the sex, as they lay there in an after sex haze. Their bodies still close, but now cool from the air cooling their sweat soaked bodies. The soft glow of the light casting long shadows across the room as they both drifted off to sleep. Stephanie woke sometime after midnight after adjusting her position in her sleep and feeling a cold wet spot under her thigh. Matt still slept naked beside her, she could barely see the details of his tight frame in the low light of the lamp which she turned off on her way back from the bathroom. Pulling a blanket over both of them, she got comfortable and drifted off back to sleep. Dinner at Steve's This last weekend our friend Steve invited my wife Jolene and I over to his house for dinner and a hot tub. Steve has had the pleasure of joining my wife and I in a threesome several times at our house over the last couple of years. I get off watching my wife have sex with other men and Steve is a very close friend of ours, he is one of several friends who regularly share my wife. Steve's wife travels quite a bit and this weekend she was out of town on business. My opinion is that his wife, Cary, is having an affair out of town as she travels quite a bit and has kind of put Steve on the backburner. We have been naked in their hot tub with them many times however Cary always finds a way to put a damper on the evening before the fun really starts. At any rate that's another story in itself, we enjoy Steve's company and both my wife and I enjoy Steve fucking her. This particular evening Jolene wore a very short skirt to Steve's house with no panties; her freshly shaved pussy was almost showing the skirt was so short. Jolene had shaved her pussy just for Steve, as he likes my wife's pussy completely bare. I myself enjoy just a touch of landing strip above her beautiful pussy. Jolene's 38D breasts were just about to fall out of the small zip up tank top she had on and her fine long tanned legs were finished off with a nice pair of high-heeled sandals. Jolene looked hot and ready for a night of great nasty sex. We arrived at Steve's house about an hour or so before dusk and he greeted us at his private patio entrance. Steve and Cary's house is quite secluded and once inside their yard you are completely alone in the world. As we entered the patio Steve had our drinks ready and while handing Jolene her drink held her close as they embraced. My cock started stirring just thinking of what was on for the evening for the three of us. As Jolene and Steve embraced her hand moved to his crotch as his hands deftly unzipped her tank top and exposed her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs. As they broke the kiss Jolene and I took a seat on the barstools at the bar-b-que where Steve was about to throw on some steaks. We sat and talked about our workweek and the weather all the time Steve and I barely able to take our eyes off of Jolene's exposed pussy, her skirt had ridden up her thighs exposing her firm white skin. Jolene had zipped up her tank just enough to contain her tits but several times when she reached for something on the counter top one of her breasts would become exposed. Jolene was sitting between us and occasionally we would each embrace her and steal a quick feel of her fine body. I had to get up to use the restroom and while in the restroom, as I made my way back toward the patio through the house I stopped where I had a clear view of the patio and watched as Jolene and Steve were locked in an embrace, his hands having removed her breasts from her tank and taking his time fondling her. As I was about to make my entrance onto the patio I saw the patio door open and in walk another man. Jolene and Steve stopped dead in their tracks, Jolene making a feeble attempt to cover her while Steve made his way to greet the new visitor. Before I could get to the patio Steve was introducing Walter to Jolene and he was taking my seat at the counter. I stepped onto the patio bringing a chair from the kitchen with me. Steve introduced me to his neighbor Walter who was visiting his mother for a while and had popped by to see if Steve was up to going out for the night. By the looks of Walter taking in Jolene I could tell he was quickly getting other ideas in his head, my wife's pussy was still quite in view and Walter was enjoying the view. Taking my seat in the kitchen chair I was just about at pussy level and my cock was still half hard watching Jolene expose herself not only to our close friend Steve but also this friend Walter. Jolene had been holding her breasts in her arms and knew that sooner or later she would have to let go and expose herself. The moment was now and standing up she slipped her breasts into her top while just pulling the zipper up enough to hold herself together. Jolene looked at me and I smiled. My wife made her way to my chair and bending over gave me a long delicious kiss while I am sure she was giving Walter and Steve a clear view of her fine tanned ass with the g-string thong tan. Jolene asked if anyone needed a drink and went into the kitchen to make a new round. Walter tried making small talk while watching Jolene move around the kitchen but eventually asked whom Jolene was. I explained that Jolene was my wife and that she and I had come over to Steve's for dinner and a hot tub and asked if he would like to join us. About this time Jolene came from the kitchen and was standing in the doorway as Walter explained he did not have a swimsuit with him. Jolene smiled wickedly and said "neither to we, that's the fun of it!" I ran my hand up my wife's thigh and could feel the heat from her pussy even before my fingers brushed her pussy lips. Jolene spread her legs slightly allowing my quick rub of her pussy before resuming her position on the barstool between Walter and Steve. We all were a little awkward and quickly finished this round of drinks, two down and who knows how many more to go! I volunteered to make the next round to give the three of them time alone and watched intently as Steve made his way over to Jolene and lightly fondled her breasts through her tank top while reaching for the steaks. Steve then threw the steaks on the grill as I came back with the new drinks. We visited for a while as the steaks were cooking. Jolene excused herself to go watch a movie on Steve's big screen TV and left the three of us talking. It wasn't long before Walter asked the big question, "Are you alright with your wife behaving like this? I laughed a little at Walter standing there looking perplexed. He is about 6' 1" tall, around 180 lbs with long hair and a very gentle demeanor about him. I explained that Jolene loved to fuck and suck cocks and that I enjoyed watching her almost as much as she enjoyed it. Steve followed up by letting Walter know that we had planned a threesome for the evening and he was a pleasantly unexpected visitor. Both Steve and I concurred that Jolene was probably ok with the new twist as she looked like she was ready to fuck us all. From inside the house we heard Jolene yell that she was out of drink and wanted someone to wait on her. Steve and I both looked at Walter and he immediately yelled back he would bring the next round to all of us. It was now becoming a little dusk as Walter made his way into the house to mix the drinks. Steve turned down the heat on the grill and we waited a few minutes before moving to where we could get a clear view of the living room where Jolene was half reclined on the sofa. My cock was almost as hard as a rock anticipating what may happen. Walter entered the living room carrying two drinks. Steve and I watched as Walter handed Jolene her drink. Jolene was sitting back on the sofa and I am sure Walter had a clear view of her inviting pussy. As Walter leaned forward to hand my wife her drink Jolene leaned forward and placed a kiss fully on Walter's lips. Breaking the kiss Jolene leaned back into the leather sofa again as Walter joined her, leaning in for another long kiss. Steve and I watched as Walter's hands moved across my wife's body to her lovely chest as he undid the zipper of her tank top and revealed her luscious tits. Jolene leaned forward enough for Walter to completely remove her tank top, as she turned sideways on the sofa one leg on the sofa and the other dangling to the side. Walter's hand smoothly moved to my wife's crotch as he slipped a finger into her hot pussy, both of them still locked in an embrace. Jolene was running her hands over Walter's naked back as her hips moved with his hands. They broke their kiss as Jolene gently pushed Walter backwards down on the sofa. My wife leaned forward, her breasts swaying under her as she unzipped Walter's pants and pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. Walter's cock was hard and about six or seven inches long with a curve upward. Jolene now leaned completely forward and swirled her tongue around the head of his dick, her right hand moving up to pinch Walter's nipples. Jolene was moving up and down on Walter's cock as her left hand pumped him in rhythm her sucking. Walter's hands moved down to my wife's hard nipples and began tugging on them as Jolene brought him over the edge. Walter's hips were meeting each movement of my wife's head as she sucked him off and licked his hard shaft. I stood there with my cock hard and straining against my pants. Turning to look at Steve I could tell he too was mesmerized by Jolene's performance and his bulge told his story also. Jolene stood from the sofa and slipped back into her tank top, not bothering to zip it up. As she stood over Walter she smiled at Steve and I and gave us a little girl wave of her hands. Heading back to our drinks on the patio Jolene joined us and gave me a very passionate kiss while squeezing my hard cock through my pants. I knew she had just sucked off Walter but it made no difference to me as we kissed. My wife slid up behind Steve, reaching around him and feeling his cock as he was turning the steaks. Stepping back a little Jolene spread her legs and with her hands on her hips asked if we had enjoyed the show. Naturally we both grinned from ear to ear and I told her I couldn't wait for the second act. Jolene took her seat on the barstool just as Walter appeared again with all four drinks, looking a little nervously at Steve and me. Taking my drink and handing Steve his we all toasted a lovely evening and a great night ahead. It took a few minutes but Walter relaxed and was able to join in our small talk although his gaze kept returning to my wife's bare chest and clean shave pussy. The steaks were just about done and we all made preparations for dinner, setting the plates on the clear patio table. It was very enjoyable eating on the patio under torchlight, my wife half dressed in front of the three of us. I enjoy very much my wife exposing herself and having sex with other men and this was certainly a treat. After finishing dinner Steve suggested we take a break and listen to some music before heading to the hot tub. The four of us moved to the living room as Steve turned on the stereo and slipped in some smooth jazz. As Steve turned from the stereo he asked Jolene to dance and she melted into his arms. Walter and I watched as the two of them moved slowly around the living room. Jolene's hands were around Steve's neck while Steve's hands were resting on the small of her back. Slowly as they danced Steve slid his right hand down her side and began moving his hand slowly up and down her thigh occasionally exposing her fine ass under the short skirt. Steve reached up and peeled off her unzipped tank top and let it fall to the floor. My wife was now dancing with Steve topless as Walter and I watched, him from the sofa and I from an overstuffed chair. As the song ended and another began I excused myself to make another round of drinks and hit the restroom. On my return I watched as Jolene was now sandwiched between Steve and Walter as she slowly swayed to the music. Walter was behind my wife and his fingers hooked the waistband of her short skirt and slowly he peeled it over her ass and down her long legs. Jolene stepped provocatively from the skirt as it hit the ground and moved backward to press her body against Walter. Walter's hands moved down her firm stomach and came to rest on her bare pussy, one hand holding her tight and the other exploring the folds of her pussy. As Jolene danced against Walter his fingers found her most sensitive of spots and brought her to an orgasm while holding her up with his other arm. Steve stood in front of Jolene rubbing his crotch through his pants as my wife gathered herself. As I entered the room I suggested we hit the hot tub as I peeled my clothes from my body, my hard cock standing straight in front of me. Jolene took me by the hand as we headed to the hot tub while Walter and Steve wasted no time in leaving their clothes behind also. Within a few steps we were out of the house and into the hot water. The natural rock formation of the hot tub under the starlit night made for a very enjoyable atmosphere as my wife sat on my lap and we exchanged a most intimate kiss. My hands were roaming her hot wet body as we explored each other with our kiss. Jolene's hand was pumping my cock making it even harder than when I watched her being brought to orgasm by Walter's hand. Steve and Walter made their way into the hot tub, their cocks as hard as mine, and sat across from us against the opposite wall. As we visited more we were once again out of drink and Jolene volunteered to bring another round. The three of us watched as my beautiful wife stood and then exited the hot tub. Her body glistened with hot water and steam rose from her as she made her way to the kitchen. As I looked across the hot tub both Walter and Steve were watching my wife's tanned body make her way across the patio toward the house, her hips swaying with each step. When Jolene disappeared into the house both of them in unison turned to me and smiled. I mentioned how fine Jolene looked and they both agreed and toasted in the air as if they were holding drinks to a great night and a great woman. A few moments later Jolene emerged from the house carrying a tray with the four drinks. As my wife made her way back to the hot tub the light reflected off her body as her large breasts moved with each step. Jolene neared our spot, her white bare pussy was the center of attention as she stood with her legs slightly parted just above my head. Bending forward Jolene handed me my drink from the tray and slowly stepped into the hot tub and moved seductively across the hot water toward Steve and Walter. Each of our friends took their drinks from the tray as Jolene took hers and sat between the two men. My wife was sipping her drink as Steve and Walter took a healthy slug and again toasted my beautiful wife, this time with actual drinks in their hands. Jolene smiled and thanked us all for a great evening that was getting better all of the time. Steve raised himself from the hot water taking a seat on a flat rock just to my right; his cock was hard and poking toward the sky. Jolene smiled across the hot tub at me and winked, looking toward Steve's Jolene licked her lips and set her drink down. In a smooth motion my wife made her way across the hot tub and raising slightly she took Steve's waiting cock into her mouth. My wife was just a couple of feet from me as I watched her take my friend's cock into her mouth and begin one of her wonderful blow jobs. I watched as her lips moved up and down his shaft and as her tongue circled his head when she would slight take her mouth from his cock, the next motion would see his entire cock disappear into my wife's mouth, her check concaving with each deep throat action. I was pumping my cock under the water as I took in my wife pleasuring my friend. Walter was watching my wife from behind as she was bent over swallowing Steve. As my wife rocked back and forth Walter stood up in the hot tub, his cock too was hard and the upward curve made it look longer than I had first thought. He made his way the couple of feet across the hot water and taking my wife by her hips he eased his cock into her pussy. Stepping just a bit closer he was now taking my wife from behind, each thrust pushing Jolene further into Steve's cock. Jolene was sucking on my friend while his neighbor fucked her from behind, her tits swaying under her just grazing the hot water as her body moved forward and back. It was Walter whose body began to stiffen first as his groaning indicated he was about to cum. My wife was making unintelligible noises on Steve's cock as Walter was thrusting harder and pulling my wife by the hips into his. Steve was on the brink and as my wife continued her blowjob Steve's cock let loose and Jolene sucked his sperm into her mouth as best she could. Steve was giving her quite the load as some of his spunk was running from the side of her mouth as she licked his cock clean. Walter withdrew from my wife as she stood upright, her hands running over her breasts as she was vibrating from her own orgasm. My cock was about to explode, only the hot water kept me from cumming in my hand. Jolene stepped across the hot tub and laid down on the flat rock surface right next to me, raising her legs and spreading them wide. I needed no further prompting as I buried my face in her freshly fucked pussy. I could taste Walter's cum on her pussy and her pussy was as slick as I have ever felt it. Jolene was still vibrating with orgasm as I sucked on her clit and moved my finger in and out of her pussy. I stood and stepped out of the spa, helping my wife up from the deck. I lay on my back as Jolene lowered her pussy onto my cock. Taking my wife by her hips and pulling her toward me we began fucking in the moonlight both sweaty and wet from the hot tub and the sex. Jolene was tweaking my nipples as I continued pulling her hips into mine. With all that I had just seen and what was happening to me at this time it wasn't long before I too added my sperm to her pussy that is just made for fucking. Jolene stiffened as I pumped my cock into her and then slid forward to lay on my chest as we both were gasping for air. Walter and Steve were sitting again in the hot tub as Jolene slid back into the water rubbing herself with the hot water and dunking her head under the water. I eased back into the water as my wife took a seat next to me. We finished our drinks as the water became too hot for all of and we decided to take a seat at the patio table. We four sat there naked in the moonlight sipping our drinks and visiting about really nothing in particular. Jolene was the first to get up and disappear into the house. A few minutes later my wife emerged wearing her short skirt and carrying her tank top and my clothes. I dressed as Jolene moved to Walter and gave him a lingering kiss goodbye. My wife moved to my friend and gave him a long deep kiss as he fondled her swaying breasts. As I completed dressing Jolene slipped into her tank top and blew them both a kiss as she headed toward the door. I gave my two friends, one new and one old, a handshake as I said goodbye. Both Walter and Steve almost on cue thanked us for coming by and suggested we do this again sometime. Jolene leaning against the French doors smiled as she said she could hardly wait for another hot tub evening. Jolene and I left Steve's and headed back home to fall asleep in each other's arms, naked and spent. My thoughts were filled with watching my wife fucking and sucking and I am sure Jolene fell asleep satisfied with her evening of sex.