0 comments/ 7225 views/ 2 favorites Fiona's Billard's Lesson By: tk5555 As always thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526. These characters have a bit of a history, but the story should still work even if you have not been following their adventures. ***** The package arrived at three in the afternoon, late by Victor's standard. Fiona noticed the driver was cute, and wondered if Victor had arranged for that detail as well. It was possible that someone who could pass for Thor dropped the box off, or perhaps someone had given fate a little help. Either way, she stood in the doorway and watched until the boxy truck disappeared from sight, wondering if he had another job as stripper, he certainly had the body for it. As she turned to walk back into the house the anxiety that accompanied her outings with Victor made its presence known. It wasn't a bad thing, it was similar to the feeling she had when riding a roller coaster for the first time. It was the same combination of fear and desire she felt as the car slowly inched up to the first big drop. Sometimes she felt like she was in the front car, and sometimes the back. This time she wasn't sure, but the contents of the box would be the first clue. Normally she would open a package in the kitchen where it was easier to dispose of the packaging, but today she took it back to the bedroom and set it on her dresser. She considered leaving the box until after she put her makeup on, but decided to see what the outfit looked like before settling on a look. Fiona pulled her T shirt over her head, for some reason she had adopted the custom of getting naked before opening Victor's boxes. When the shirt hit the floor, she reached back and unfastened her bra, then let it fall to the ground as well. She unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them and her panties down, letting gravity take over once the garments got past her knees. The image of her nude body stared back at her in the mirror. If she had not been expecting the delivery she would not have bothered getting dressed after showering. When she was home alone she rarely got dressed until she left the house, and sometimes when Frank was home she would remain topless. The swelling from the Brazilian wax was gone, and she had no doubt that Victor would appreciate the fact that her sex was complete exposed. Usually she made do with a razor when Frank wanted her hairless, but there was no denying that waxing resulted in smoother skin. There wasn't even a hint of stubble, she observed as she ran her fingers over her newly bald skin. The moment her fingers brushed against her soft flesh the temptation began its siren's song. Seconds later her nipples began to swell and a grin spread across her face. She looked at her reflection and nodded. Victor would be pleased. The sound of her phone ringing startled her out of her nascent fantasy. She glanced down at it, fully prepared to let it go to voicemail, but when she saw it was him calling she decided to answer. "I see the package arrived," Victor said. "Hello, I'm doing fine, how are you," she replied, a bit annoyed. His direct nature was both a blessing and a curse. "I'm better now, what do you think of the outfit?" "I haven't opened the box yet." "What are you waiting for?" "I had to take my other clothes off first." "Had to?" She laughed, "Yes, don't you take off one set of clothes before you put new ones one?" "So you are naked?" he inquired. "Yes, very much so, thanks to you," she said, dropping her free hand back to where it had been before he called. "I'm told they do good work there." "They do, I feel as smooth as silk, oh, so smooth." "What are you doing?" "Just appreciating what you arranged for," she purred. "Could you be a bit more specific?" "I could," she said, grinning, "but I won't." There was a hint of strain in his voice and she decided to exploit the fact that she was in control for now. "You know I don't tolerate..." "Disobedience?" she teased, then spread her legs apart. "Yes, there will be consequences." "I know, but I bet just knowing that I'm naked and touching my pussy is making you hard," she said as she spread her lips apart. It was entirely possible he would make her re-enact what she was doing while he watched, but for now they would both have to use their imaginations. There was no doubt in his mind that the correct thing to do was hang up the phone, but he rationalized that her actions would justify what he would do to her later. It was tempting to demand that she tell him exactly what she was doing, but he chose to remain silent and listen. The sound of her breathing fueled his imagination, perhaps more than her words ever could. Fiona let her eyelids drop, but didn't shut them. She could still see her naked body in the mirror, but her mind added the image of him behind her. He was standing with his hands at his side, dressed in a snug white V-neck T-shirt and tight button fly jeans. In his left hand was a black leather flogger. She set the phone on the dresser and pressed the button for speaker phone, wondering if it would pick up the sound of her fingers as they slipped into her pussy. She didn't consider herself an exhibitionist, but the idea of putting on a bit of a show suddenly sounded very appealing. With her left hand she cupped her breast and with her right she stroked the soft pink flesh between her legs. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned, and in her fantasy he took a few steps forward, the thin tendrils of the flogger swishing back and forth. Goosebumps began to form and she wished Victor could somehow teleport himself into the room. Lifting her hand she draped her fingers on her shoulder, then slid them downward, pretending they were the leather strips of the flogger. When the pads of her fingers brushed against the swollen nipple she lifted her hand again and slapped the side of her breast. A pleasant tingling sensation began to form behind her navel. With two fingers she encouraged the budding climax, spreading the lips of her pussy apart and pressing her thumb into the newly smooth skin above her clitoris. Taking a breath, she felt her breasts rise up. With a light touch, she followed the contours of her body, starting on the outside edge of her right breast and finishing by tugging on the nipple of her left one. "Ah, yes," she said. She wasn't talking to the Victor that was on the phone, but to the one she imagined standing behind her. She could feel his stern gaze and imagined the sting of the flogger on her ass, making her pay the price for her defiance. Her right hand took on a life of its own, two fingers plunging deep into her pussy over and over again. After pulling the amber skin of her nipple taut she let go, then slapped her hand down onto her tit hard enough to make it sting. Before the sensation faded she was sliding a hand down her body, then lifted it again and delivered an open handed blow to her ass. She had forgotten about the phone that was sitting on the dresser, inches from her sex and she loudly thrust her fingers deep into her pussy. As her climax grew closer she slapped her breast, and then pinched the amber pebble that topped it. In her mind it was Victor's flogger that made the skin on her breast sting. She imagined his lips inches from her ear, demanding that she make herself come for him. The sound from the phone was driving him wild with desire. Not only could he hear her breathing transition from slow and deep to rapid and shallow, but he could also hear the wet sound as she fingered her pussy. He had seen her naked enough that picturing her body was easy. The image that came to mind was her standing next to the bed, bent at the waist with her hands on the mattress. Her breasts swayed slightly as she rocked her ass from side to side. He imagined her cheeks spread slightly, teasing him. There were several things that he knew were off limits, but one of them was a constant in his fantasies. His cock ached as he focused on the mental image of her taunting him. "Oh, oh fuck, I'm going to come," she moaned. As a cloud of euphoria closed in around her she thought she heard a grunt emanate from the phone, but it might have been her imagination. Her knees grew weak and she put one hand on the dresser to keep from falling over. As her climax faded away and the fog of her fantasy parted she looked down at the phone. "Are you done?" Victor asked, sounding a bit weary. "For now," she replied. "Did you come for me?" "Yes," she answered dutifully, and considered asking him the same question, but decided not to. "You better get ready, I'll pick you up in two hours." The phone clicked and the phone call was over. Fiona looked at her reflection in the mirror, she was covered in sweat. "Shit, I need another shower." Feeling refreshed she once again approached the box, this time avoiding the mirror and thus the temptation of another fantasy. She spread the clothes out on the bed. The labels were high end, but the actual outfit bordered on slutty. The skirt was quite short, the bra was sheer and low-cut, she wasn't sure it would actually cover her nipples completely. The blouse looked like it would be a loose fit and would probably show plenty of cleavage. The most unusual part of the ensemble was the underwear. She expected a thong, but instead he had sent her what looked like boy shorts. She put them on first, and the selection made a bit more sense. Like the bra the material was very thin, and the fit was quite snug. The outline of her labia were quite clear; apparently Victor was a fan of camel toe. Next on was the bra, which covered her nipples, but just barely, as she expected. When she finished dressing she opened the shoe box. As usual, Victor's choice of footwear was excellent; a cute pair of heels that were just tall enough to make her legs looks good, but short enough to be comfortable. She took the blouse off and went back into the bathroom to put on her makeup. When she saw her reflection in the mirror she smiled at how she looked. The bra was quite sexy; she hoped she got to keep it on long enough for Victor to get his money's worth out of it. With ten minutes to spare she finished her makeup and put the blouse back on. As she suspected, it showed off her breasts but managed to cover the bra. When Victor arrived she was sitting in the front room flipping through one of Frank's magazines. "Good evening Fiona," Victor said when she opened the door. "Good evening Victor," she replied, taking him in. He was wearing almost exactly what she had dressed him in for her fantasy; snug fitting jeans and a T shirt, but instead of a white V neck it was a black crew neck with his company's logo on the front. A pair of casual leather shoes and matching belt finished the outfit. "Where are we going tonight?" she asked. "I thought we would go play some pool, and if the food there isn't up to your standards we can have a late dinner somewhere." "And then?" she inquired. "That all depends on you." They walked out to his car, a Land Rover. Even though the back windows were tinted she could see that the rear seats were folded flat and there appeared to be a few blankets spread out, or perhaps covering something up. He opened her door for her, and shut it once she was seated, then walked around and got in. "The outfit looks even better than I imagined," he said as he started the car. "Thanks. You hung up before I got a chance to look at it." "That call was, uh, intense. I wasn't sure if you would ever get dressed if I stayed on." "You say that like it's a bad thing." "Not at all," he replied, visions of a weekend with her at a clothing optional resort filling his head, "but I wanted you to get some use out of the clothes." Throughout the duration of the trip she expected him to turn on to a deserted road and order her into the back of the vehicle. She was a bit surprised that the journey was uninterrupted. When he told her they were going to play pool she envisioned a smoke filled room full of shady characters, but when he turned off the road she realized they were at a country club. "This isn't a pool hall," she observed. "It is tonight. The club got tired of casino nights as a charity fund raiser, so they brought in some billiard tables." Any concern she had about being under dressed faded as they walked across the parking lot. The cars were upscale, but the people getting out of them didn't appear to be. Some of them were dressed casually, but others had decided to embrace the theme and wore the trappings of the stereotypical pool shark. Fiona saw both men and women carrying the distinctive case of a pool cue. "I have to confess I'm not very good at pool," she whispered to him as they approached the clubhouse. "I can teach you all you need to know," he promised. She didn't miss the double entendre. The party was in full swing when they walked in, but Victor managed to secure a table for them. He handed her a pool cue then set up the balls. "It's just physics," he said to her as he guided her to the table. It had been years since she had played this game, and her first shot showed it. The balls rolled wildly around the table, but none found a pocket. "I suck," she lamented. "You do, and very well, but that doesn't have anything to do with pool," he whispered in her ear, "you will do better next shot." The couple they were playing with had dressed up, making Fiona wonder if they were into role playing, or just liked dressing up. Whatever the case, they were pretty good at billiards, sinking several balls in a row. When it was Victor's turn he put them in the lead. Now it was the other woman's turn; when she leaned over the table to take the shot her breasts almost fell out of her low cut dress. It was an impressive sight, and Fiona wondered if it was going to be a distraction for Victor. She made her first shot, but missed the second. "Do you mind if I help her?" Victor asked their opponents. "Go ahead," Nick replied. Fiona felt Victor's body press against her and his hand run along her arms. "Grip the shaft firmly, but not too tight," he advised, positioning her hands on the pool cue. It took a conscious effort to focus on the stick in her hands and not think about him instructing her on how to stroke the shaft between his legs. "Bend over the table, but keep your balance." Gravity pulled her blouse open and Fiona felt exposed, but excited at the same time. "Now put this hand on the table and spread your fingers apart. Let the shaft slide over your hand. Look at the ball and look at the pocket. Now imagine the ball rolling up the edge and dropping in." Fiona could feel the other couple staring at her, but she wasn't sure if they were looking at her tits or were amused that she needed a lesson. She drew the pool cue back and thrust it forward. The white ball hit its mark with a loud click and the target vanished from sight. "Very good," Victor said, sounding quite sincere, "now line up on the seven balls and do it again." As she lined up the shot she felt his hands on her ass. "Back up a little, and a bit to the right," he said, guiding her into position. She felt like everyone in the club was looking down her blouse, but she felt more excited than embarrassed. The other woman, Rae, had not been shy about showing off her tits, and Fiona decided she wasn't going to be either. This time the ball caught the edge of the pocket and bounced away, and it was Nick's turn again. Fiona took some comfort in that everyone missed their next shot. The game continued with Victor giving her an occasional lesson. Much to her surprise Rae turned out to be a better player than Nick, and ended up coaching him, just as Victor had coached her. The game ended with Rae sinking the final shot, and Fiona was a bit surprised that Victor was quite gracious in defeat. They took a break from the game and made a pit stop at the buffet line. The menu was typical pool hall food, but the quality was much better than she expected. They picked up their pool cues again, but Victor nodded towards the corner, "Come with me, I dare you." Intrigued, she followed. Shoved into the poorly illuminated spot was a bumper pool table. "I thought you might want to warm up before the next game," he offered, tossing a few balls onto the table. Fiona lined up and took a shot; the cue ball glanced off its target. "Slow down and aim just below the center," he said, putting his arms around her again. Once again she took her shot, this time the ball hit solidly. "Very good, care to make it a bit more interesting?" he asked, sliding his hand across her abdomen. The question was just a courtesy; there was no way she could refuse him. Fiona knew she was under his spell, but that wasn't a bad thing. His hand slipped under the waistband of her skirt and into the snug fitting underwear. "So smooth..." His fingers glided across her mons and slipped between her legs. She felt something part her labia. "I was hoping you would be wet..." "And?" she replied. "You have yet to disappoint me." A second object slipped past her nether lips. "I trust you know what Ben Wah balls are?" "Yes, but these are from you, so I'm sure they aren't just steel balls. Are they ribbed for my pleasure?" The corners of his mouth turned upward, "Guilty as charged, I can make them vibrate with a remote, I'll see about ribs for version 2.0." A light bulb went off in her head, "I understand why you didn't give me a thong now, but I assure you my Kegel muscles are up to the challenge." "I'm sure they are, but I didn't want you to be embarrassed if you sneezed at the wrong time," he replied. Fiona laughed, in his own twisted way he was trying to show his concern for her. It would be mortifying if one of the balls were to fall out of her pussy when she was leaning over to make a difficult shot. "Are you sure it's not too much of a distraction?" "I guess we will find out," she replied. The balls were not the only distraction. Both of their opponents were quite attractive, and Fiona found her eyes being drawn to the way Nick's jeans hugged his ass and the way his muscular arms handled the pool cue. There was no doubt Victor was aware of the way she was mentally undressing Nick, the question was would she be rewarded or punished for her wanton behavior. Not to be outdone, Rae would always find a way to stand opposite whoever was making a shot and lean forward enough to show off her ample cleavage. It was difficult who to tell she preferred showing off for, but as the game progressed Fiona started to think she was the intended beneficiary. Each time she sunk a ball Fiona felt a pleasant buzzing deep in her pussy, and looked up to see Victor with a mischievous grin on his face. It occurred to her that she was being treated like Pavlov's dog, but decided to enjoy the evening and address any grievances she had with Victor later. With Victor's coaching they managed to win a few games, but not as many as they lost. "I'm hopeless," she said dejectedly. "I think you need lessons in a more private setting, there are too many distractions here," he countered. "You know you are the source of some of those distractions..." "Yes, but not all of them," he replied, nodding towards Nick and Rae. "You say that like it's a bad thing." "Good, bad, it's all just for fun. Are you turning down my offer?" "And that lesson would be at your house?" "Yes." "Just the two of us?" "Unless you prefer otherwise. I'm betting half the men here want to fuck you, and probably a few of the women too; I think Rae has made that obvious." As his words bounced around in her head Fiona remembered the beach trip with Victor. It had turned into a gang bang with her as the center of attention. While it wasn't an unpleasant experience, she didn't feel like being shared tonight. Fiona's Billard's Lesson "Is that what you want?" she queried. "No, I prefer your undivided attention, but if you are getting bored with me I'm willing..." "I'm not bored with you, and I don't think anyone here can teach me anything you don't already know," she said with a smile. "Follow me." For the entire drive to his house Fiona thought about his comment, and wondered what it would have been like to take both Nick and Rae home with them. She wondered how adventuresome Nick and Victor would have been, and what demands would have been place on her and Rae. As the pulled into the driveway she noticed the house was dark. The garage door opened, but the interior was only dimly lit. He turned off the car's headlights as he pulled in. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked as they navigated through the house. "I'll take a beer," she replied. Wine sounded good, but it didn't go with pool. "There's a fridge in the game room, you like domestic or imports?" "Surprise me." "Okay," he answered, reaching into the fridge, handing her a bottle after twisting off the cap. The beverage was sweeter than she expected. "Honey mead, careful, it's got a kick to it," he cautioned. Almost right away she realized he was speaking the truth. After only half the bottle she felt warm and a bit giddy. "I think part of the problem might be the outfit, either the blouse or bra might be too tight," he said as he unbuttoned her top. "You really think so?" "Best to take them both off and see. Actually, leave the bra on. No need to rush things." As if to remind her of their presence, the balls in her pussy shifted in a most pleasant way and Victor lifted the blouse off her shoulders. Fiona selected a pool cue from the rack on the wall as Victor set up the balls. When she leaned over the table her breasts swayed slightly, almost escaping the confines of her bra. As much as she hated to admit that he was right, she was a bit more comfortable. Much to his credit Victor's eyes were focused on the way she was lining up the shot, not her tits and erect nipples. Fiona put the ball back and lined up the shot. The cue ball hit its target with a loud crack and two stripped balls rolled into pockets, Fiona briefly wondered if it was a trick he had somehow engineered, but decided it was her skill. "Yes," she squealed. "So it is the blouse, I wonder if they will let us back in the club with you topless." "Probably not. You know, what's good for the goose is good for the gander..." she teased. "As you wish," he replied, peeling the T shirt off. It was always intriguing to see him with his shirt off. It was more than how sexy he looked wearing only a snug fitting pair of jeans, more than his muscular physique. She knew the stories behind some of the scars that dotted his chest and back and someday hoped to learn the rest. She wondered if any of them had been acquired in a seedy pool hall. The moment he stepped behind her she felt trapped. Her mind flashed back to their first meeting, when he had pinned her wrists to the table with some high tech wizardry and toyed with her, then sent her home to Frank hornier than she had ever been. What he would do to her tonight was a mystery, but she hoped it was more than just teasing. Tonight her options for relief were limited, Frank was gone until the following afternoon. Victor had provided her with a few wonderful toys, but none of them would satisfy the craving she felt. "Okay, looks like you are stripes." Fiona lined up her next shot, acutely aware of his lustful stare. The odds of being sent home to satisfy her urges with a toy were diminishing. She spread her legs and stuck her ass out a bit to encourage him, then tapped the ball just enough to sink another stripe. "Very nice," he said. The next shot put her directly across the table from him. As she leaned forward the sensation of her breasts swaying was more noticeable than usual, no doubt due to her aroused condition. Her eyes darted up from the felt table and focused on Victor's jeans. Much to her delight she could see a noticeable bulge, and she felt quite pleased that she was able to elicit such an impressive response from him. She drew the pool cue back and as the shaft slid through her fingers, she thought of the equally hard shaft in Victor's pants. When she hit her target the balls in her pussy sprang to life, causing her to draw a breath. She heard Victor chuckle. "There's more where that came from if you continue to do well, " he said, "but if you miss you will be punished." Circling the table she considered her options, and wondered what her punishment would be. Perhaps there was a riding crop or flogger hidden away, or maybe he would make do with the pool cue. Part of her wanted to win, to put him in his place. The idea of just giving up crossed her mind, but she could not surrender to him without a fight. When she doubled back, Victor realized she liked parading around the pool table with only the thin fabric of the bra covering her bosom. She did not seem to mind the ways taunting him with her full, firm breasts. Even in the dim light the swollen amber buds were like beacons; it was impossible not to look. When she leaned over the table he was tempted to lift her skirt up, yank her panties down and fuck her hard, but that wasn't the game they were playing. Once again he felt a bit jealous of Frank, who was treated to this sight almost every night. The shot was trying for was not easy like the previous ones. This time the ball she was aiming at was less than an inch from the pocket. There were easier shots on the table, but she didn't choose them. It was with mixed emotions she watched the cue ball roll into the pocket. The risk of the shot going badly had been obvious, but she speculated that the reward for making it would be worth the risk. "You needed a bit of backspin," he chided, stepping behind her, "that was too risky of a shot for you." A second later she felt him slap her ass. It wasn't a gentle tap, the open handed blow stung, and the noise echoed in her ears. He scooped the cue ball out of the pocket and set it on the table with a resounding thud, "Try again." Victor stood with his hands on his hips, blocking the shortest path to the end of the table. It only took a few steps to for her to understand why he wanted her to take the long way around. With each step the balls in her pussy shifted, and combined with the stinging sensation on her ass it ratcheted up her arousal. "Maybe the bra is holding you back," he suggested. "Perhaps, can you be a dear and help me with it?" "You got yourself into it; I think you can get out of it." It wasn't the response she expected. Hesitantly she leaned the pool cue against the table then reached back to unhook her bra. She glanced in his direction, and struggled to break away from his lustful stare. Despite the sexual tension in the air she didn't feel like an object, and although he had clearly assumed the dominant role she wasn't ready to completely cede control to him. The bra didn't hide much, but he still eagerly anticipated seeing it fall to the floor. His pulse quickened when he saw the straps go slack, indicating she unfastened the clasp in the back. The she paused, and a grin spread across her face. Wisely she did not look up, depriving him of the chance to stare her down. One at a time she shrugged off the shoulder straps of the bra, supporting the gossamer thin fabric of the cups with her hands, obscuring her swollen nipples from his view. The fabric of his jeans felt tighter as her teasing heightened his arousal. Various fantasies flashed through his mind, but he had a plan and he was going to stick to it. Finally she lowered her hands and the bra fell to the floor. She picked up the pool cue and leaned over the table, causing her breasts to sway again. He turned and walked up behind her, planting his pool cue between her feet and pressing the shaft against her ass. It wasn't enough that he was standing closer to her; he had to push her limits. For a moment she put the thought of having something hard between her legs aside and focused on making the shot. The cue tapped the ball, it rolled across the table. She hit her target, but not quite hard enough to push it into the pocket. "Nice try," he said, "let me show you a better way." His tone wasn't insulting or condescending, but it was authoritative. She stepped back and watched him as he retrieved the ball and put it back on the table. There was no doubt that she could learn something by watching, but that wasn't the only reason her eyes were glued to him. Everything about him was sexy, from the sinewy muscles of his arms and back to the way his jeans hugged his perfectly grabbable ass. From the tufts of hair that covered his chest to the way his arms flexed as he lined up his shot he was quite a sight. She mentally undressed him, noting that he and Frank had similar taste in clothes; they both liked button fly jeans. Even the belt he was wearing looked familiar, and she was anxious to have the cool metal of the buckle in her hands. "If you hit it right most of the energy will transfer to the other ball," he said, then his arms snapped forward and the cue ball drove its target right into the pocket. He picked up the balls and put them back on the table, "Your turn." Staying focused was impossible, but she made her best effort. She clipped the edge of the ball, sending it spinning across the table. "I think you have something else on your mind," he whispered in her ear, "I know I do." His pool cue fell to the floor with a soft thud. "I do." "Bend over," he growled. She felt him left her skirt and pulled her panties down to just above her knees. The balls began to buzz and the metallic sound of his belt buckled echoed in her ears. She arched her back, offering her sex to him, eagerly anticipating the feeling of being penetrated. "Now show me what you were doing when I called you," he commanded. Being ordered to masturbate caught her off guard, and she hesitated as she struggled to make sense of his words. The sting of his hand slapping her ass suspended the intoxicating effect of the endorphins that were flooding her mind, but only briefly. She lifted one hand off the table and put it between her legs. She wondered if he was depriving her of his cock because of her earlier defiance, or if this was his plan all along. It did not matter once her fingertips slid over her mons. Just to spite him she turned her hips a bit, spreading her ass cheeks apart. Fiona was pretty sure he wanted to fuck her in the ass, but she remembered Frank telling her that was one thing Victor wasn't allowed to do. Knowing that he was being denied something gave her a special thrill. Her fingers hovered over her labia, but she didn't go any further. His instructions had been to show him what she had done when she was alone, and there was no reason to rush things. With one finger on either side of her swollen clit she slid the slender digits over her sweat soaked skin. When had it gotten so hot? As she grew more and more aroused she felt the fight with gravity to keep the buzzing balls in her pussy became more difficult. As the vibrating orbs got closer to her labia the effect on her clit grew more intense. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned as her climax grew closer and closer. She didn't care that she was going to come before she felt, or even saw, his cock. "Is that all you were doing?" he asked. Fiona wondered if he had been watching her earlier, or if he was making a guess based on how well he knew her. He was right; she had been playing with her tits as well. She lifted her other hand off the pool table and pinched the amber bud that topped her breast. That was all it took to send her reeling over the edge. She shoved her fingers into her dripping wet pussy as her orgasm engulfed her. Later she would wonder if he had been jacking off while he watched her masturbate, but now she was living in the moment, relishing the feeling of ecstasy. It wasn't just the sight of her fingers sinking into her fully exposed sex that turned him on. The way her skirt was flipped up on to her back, and her panties were pulled down to her knees made it even more erotic. He watched her body shudder as waves of euphoria passed through it. Again and again his eyes were drawn to her ass. The agreement with Frank was that she had to ask before he was allowed to penetrate her tightest orifice, and someday he planned to make her beg for it. But it wasn't going to happen tonight. "Turn around and get on your knees," he growled. Much to her surprise he still had his pants on; the button fly strained to hold back his throbbing erection. What she had heard was him removing his belt. The leather strip was doubled up in his left hand. As she knelt before him Fiona realized the balls were missing. Most likely she had lost them when she came, but that didn't matter. "I want you to play with your tits," he demanded, and when she hesitated he swung his arm, slapping the side of her breast with his belt. The sting of the leather against her tender skin sent a chill through her body. She waited for a second blow, then cupped her breasts in her hands, lifting them up like an offering. "Touch yourself there," he instructed, tapping the leather belt against her swollen nipples. The timbre of his voice betrayed him; it told her that he was just as filled with lust as she was. Obediently she tugged on her nipples, stretching the amber skin to its limit. The ache in his cock was almost unbearable, but he wanted to see how far he could push her. Fiona's breasts were the perfect size for tit fucking; firm enough to feel tight but big enough to wrap around his cock. It was an option he considered, and then dismissed. He watched as she kneaded the smooth skin and tugged on her nipples. When she moaned his eyes moved to her mouth, and he knew what he wanted. "Now unbutton my pants and grab my cock." She eagerly complied with his order; the moment his rigid shaft appeared she wrapped her hands around it. The temptation to tit fuck her returned, but watching her masturbate had him dangerously close to orgasm. Coating her breast with a thick coat of cum would be enjoyable, but he had something else in mind. "Open your mouth." Having him in her mouth wasn't her first choice, but it was better than being taunted. She remained still, waiting for the command to start sucking his dick. She tightened her grip on his erection; it felt hot and hard in her hands. It was tempting to stand up and climb him like a tree, then lower her body down on to his throbbing erection. Victor opened his grip just enough for the tongue of the belt to slip from his grasp. With a flick of his wrist the leather flew up and around the back of her neck. His right hand grabbed the loose end and he pulled it against the back of her neck until her ruby red lips were pressed against the tip of his cock. "Now suck my cock until I come." At first she was disappointed that he wanted to finish in her mouth and not in her pussy, but she accepted her fate. Victor's cock was average in length, but exceptional in girth. As her lips moved down his shaft her jaw was stretched to its limit. He knew that she didn't always swallow, which made the way she eagerly sucked his cock even more erotic. Her obvious desire to please him was almost as arousing as watching her head bob up and down on his erection. Doubling the belt back up in his hand he slapped against her shoulder blade, but she didn't miss a beat. Fiona's blowjobs were messy and loud, she coated his erection in saliva, slurping and moaning she sucked and stroked his cock. The pressure was building, but he wasn't ready to finish. Grabbing a fistful of hair he pulled her back until his cock slipped out of her mouth, and watched as her saliva dripped off his erection and on to her tits. The sirens song of her cleavage called out to him again, but he held back. "Are you ready for me to come in your mouth?" he asked. Just saying the words sent a shiver through his body. "Yes." "Say it." "I'm ready for you to come in my mouth," she replied, despite her desire to feel his thick cock between her legs. "Open your mouth." She obeyed and second later he guided the engorged head of his cock between her lips. He paused, and she took the opportunity to swirl her tongue over his rigid flesh. It was obvious that Fiona knew that the visual part of a blowjob was almost as important as the tactile part. He pulled her head closer and watched her lips wrap around his cock, stretching as she took in more and more of his rigid shaft. "Oh yes," he groaned. It was time, Fiona decided, to make him come. She put one hand on his ass and wrapped the other around his throbbing erection. Bobbing her head back and forth she relished the feeling of his cock penetrating her mouth. At the same time she stroked his cock, her hand gliding easily over his dripping wet skin. The key was using both her hand and mouth on the sensitive head, and keeping a steady rhythm. It wasn't long before she tasted a few drops of cum leaking out. "Oh yes, yes, I'm going to come," he moaned. There was no point in fighting it; he was well past the point of no return. When the first stream of hot, thick cum spurted into her mouth she sealed her lips around his cock and dug her fingers into his ass. She could feel his erection jerk as it pumped a steady stream of cum into her mouth. She didn't stop sucking until he pushed her away, unable to stand her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of his cock. It would be an understatement to say he felt drained. She looked up at him with a doe eyed expression and licked her lips. Not a single drop escaped her mouth. "You're going to spend the night here," he said, tucking his waning erection back into his jeans and buttoning the fly shut. "I didn't bring anything to sleep in," she protested. Normally she would go home and fuck Frank's brains out, but he wasn't there. There were toys that could satisfy her, but this was the first time Victor had insisted she spend the night, and she was intrigued. "I'll show you to the guest room, there's a shower if you want..." he said. Fiona stood and followed. She was still horny, and wondered if he just wanted to watch her masturbate again. She followed him up the stairs and down the hall. He opened the door and waved her in. "I think you will find everything you need," he said. "Except something to sleep in," she countered. "I said need, not want." He replied, "Get some rest; I'll see you in a bit." When he shut the door she wasn't sure what to think. A hot shower and some sleep sounded like a good idea, but deep down she still craved the feeling of being penetrated by his cock. Seeking a distraction from her lust she looked around. The room had a cozy feel to it; it was simple, a queen size bed against one wall. A small nightstand was on the right side of the bed, and a small dresser was against the opposite wall. She ventured into the bathroom, which kept with the simple theme. As he had said, she had everything she needed. She half expected to see hotel sized bottles of shampoo and lotion. Fiona suspected that this room saw almost as many guests as some hotels, but everything had a homey feel. Only the toothbrush was still in a wrapper. One thing that stood out was the shower. A small stall with a curtain would have been appropriate for this room, but instead there was a walk in shower that was big enough for at least two people. Instead of coming out of the wall, the shower head dropped down from the ceiling, allowing for a view of the mirror over the sink. She turned on the water, surprised by the force of the stream. It did not seem like the typical low flow showerhead, and she briefly wondered what over-engineered system was behind the walls. As steam from the hot water filled the air she stepped in and let it run over her. Now sleep sounded like an even better idea. Fiona quickly washed up and dried off, returning to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her head, but otherwise naked. She gave her hair one last scrub, then slipped into bed and closed her eyes. Fiona's Billard's Lesson Fiona heard voices, she told her eyes to open, but it remained completely dark. She wondered if she was blindfolded or dreaming. The voices sounded familiar, but she could not make out the words. Both her arms and legs felt restrained, but felt like they went on forever. Fiona tried to speak, but heard nothing. It didn't feel like she was gagged, but speech was impossible. It had to be a dream, but she did not seem to have the ability to consciously influence its course. The muted voices continued, but she was able to make out two words. "Suck it." Seconds later she felt something against her lips. It was hot and smooth, obviously a hard cock. She parted her lips and let it slide into her mouth. It wasn't a jaw stretcher like Victor's, but it filled her mouth and pressed against the back of her throat, then retreated. The restraints kept her from being an active participant. At least she was getting penetrated, even if it was just getting mouth fucked. She picked out another word from the constant mumbling. "Ass." Something brushed against her cheeks. The mere thought of finally having something between her legs was enough to spawn the first twinges of a climax. Arching her back she tried to encourage whatever was happening behind her. Victor moved silently into the room. Fiona was sprawled out on the bed face down. The sheets were crumpled at the foot of the bed and her naked body was on full display. Just enough moonlight was streaming through the window to illuminate her alluring curves. As he approached his body cast a shadow over hers. In a flash his plans changed, or were at least delayed. He set the knotted ropes in his left hand on the floor, and then slowly approached the bed. Fiona's breathing was rapid and shallow, interrupted occasionally by a soft moan that was music to his ears. Her arms were tucked under the pillow. His attention turned to her face. She was facing towards him, her eyes were shut and her mouth was half open. He took a step back and the moonlight fell on the gentle curve of her breast. He raised the riding crop in his right hand and softly stroked the side of her tit, eliciting a moan that was wonderfully erotic. Her voice was inspiring; his mind was a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives. It was tempting to just stroke his cock until he came all over her ass, but he managed to exercise restraint. The dream was more complex than most. Usually when she dreamt about sex it was focused on a single act. There had been dreams about blowjobs, about getting fucked, and even about getting her pussy licked, but this one was different. She was still aware of the cock in her mouth and something between her legs, but now she felt someone caressing her breasts. There was no way the riding crop could be used for its rightful purpose without interrupting what was obviously a very enjoyable dream. Victor understood the difference between being strict and being cruel, and waking her up would be the latter. Equally off limits was giving in to the temptation to touch her, so instead he continued to stroke her with the soft leather tip of the riding crop. After covering every exposed inch of her breast he followed her rib up until he arrived at her spine, and then slowly traced it until he arrived at the small of her back. Flipping the tip over so the curve matched the contour of her ass he resumed his trek. The ropes on the floor beckoned to him; it would be easy to ensnare her limps while she was in the throes of her dream, by the time she realized what he had done it would be too late, the question was could he take her beyond the euphoria of her dream. The snippets of this dream that she would remember would bring up questions, but now she was lost in a sea of ecstasy. Her head was impaled on a cock, and another threatened to do the same for the end of her anatomy. It would not be the first time she had accommodated two hard cocks, but this time was different. This time it was her tightest orifice that would be penetrated, and there was nothing she could do about it. The muscles in her belly contracted in delightful ways as she anticipated her ass getting stretched open. The tip had disappeared into the shadow between her legs. The scent of her arousal had been subtle at first, but now it was intoxicating. Victor yearned to put his cock or at least his finger in the dark space where the tip of the riding crop now resided, but he dared not. The inanimate object that separated him from Fiona was all that kept his lust in check. The moment he felt the heat and wetness of her sex any attempt at self-control would be lost. In his head he repeated the mantra that delayed gratification would be worthwhile. Fiona began to squirm, and Victor knew that meant she would not be asleep for much longer. He withdrew the riding crop, picked up the ropes and slipped out of her room with Fiona's soft moans echoing his ears. The moment she woke up the dream began to fade away. She tried to replay it in her mind, desperate to force some of in to her long term memory, but she was still a bit woozy from her orgasm. Despite the fact she was completely nude and did not have a blanket or even a bed sheet for cover she was sweating. She made a mental note to ask Victor about the Honey Mead she had consumed, just in case it has been a contributing factor to her dream. Even though her dream had driven her to orgasm she still craved being penetrated. She rolled on to her back and put her hand between her legs, but quickly realized that her slender fingers would not satisfy her needs. As soon as he returned to his room Victor he set down the rope and riding crop, then sat on his bed. A chorus of voices shouted in his head. "Fuck her, fuck her brains out," shouted the loudest one, but Victor chose to listen to another, which said simply, "Good things come to those who wait." Waiting was not in his nature, but Fiona surprised him a few times tonight, and he was curious what she was going to do. As he contemplated how long to wait before venturing back to her room the sound of footsteps came from the hallway. He slipped out of his clothes and in to bed, the sheet tented slightly by his erection. Fiona wasn't sure why her heart was pounding. It may have been because she was so turned on, but the more likely reason was her decision to cast off the role of submissive and take the initiative. The door to his room was open; she peeked in. He was in bed, on his back. Tip toeing across the room she arrived at the foot of his bed. Upon closer inspection she noticed a bulge in the sheets that made her pussy ache. Maybe they had shared the same dream, she speculated. Gripping the sheet she slowly pulled it off his body. When the last bit of fabric cleared his feet she took a moment to look at him. Even in the dim light he was an enjoyable sight. "Victor," she whispered. "Yes Fiona," he replied. "I'm here to take what I want," she said, then climbed on to the bed and straddled him. "And what's that?" She grabbed his cock and began to stroke it, "I'm going to ride your dick and make you come inside me." Victor wondered if she noticed the way her directive made him shudder. Normally she waited until she returned home to Frank before she took control, but that wasn't an option this time. Being this direct with Victor was a gamble, but the alternative was going home unsatisfied, and that was unacceptable. She pulled his cock back until it was pointing straight up, then lowered her pussy down on it. She relished the sensation of being penetrated, of her labia stretching to accommodate his thick erection. Leaning forward she grabbed his wrists, and then began to grind against him. "That's it, that's what I want," she moaned. It was what he wanted to. She felt hot and wet. Her breasts swayed inches from his face, but he didn't try to touch them. Fiona treating him like a sex toy was more than enough. "Yea, that's it, stay right there while I fuck you," she whispered in his ear. One by one he shut out everything except the feeling of being inside her. He closed his eyes so he could not see her firm breasts swinging back and forth. He tuned out the way she was pinning his arms to the mattress. The most challenging item to ignore was the sounds of her fucking him. There were several. Tuning out her moans wasn't too difficult, but it was impossible to resist the way she talked dirty to him; he filed the precious few words away to play back later. What he could not ignore, could not drown out with other thoughts was the actual sound of her riding up and down on his cock. It was a soft, wet sound and it was married to the sensation he was focused on. There was a subtle difference between the noise when she impaled herself on this throbbing erection and when she rose up and it slipped out. Just as she had in her dream she was sweating; actually even more so. It made sense; the real world was a lot more work than dreamland. Her skin was more than just damp, beads of sweat dripped down on to Victor, but he did not seem to mind. She wondered if her legs would be sore after this unusual workout. She leaned down just enough for her breasts to rub against the curly hair on his chest. His thighs pressed upwards as his legs tensed. Fiona looked down and saw her pussy stretched around the thick base of his cock. The crevices in his abdomen were getting deeper as he tensed more muscles; she almost had what she wanted. "Don't fight it; I want to feel you inside me." She felt the muscles in his arms grow stiff, he clenched his teeth and furrowed his brow, but she was not deterred from her goal. She rose up again, but this time before she slid back down on to his throbbing erection she clenched the muscles in her pussy. He was about to find out that the boy shorts had been an unnecessary precaution. What to do next was a difficult decision, having her ride his cock felt better than he imagined. He could continue to balance on the edge of ecstasy for another minute or he could surrender to her for a few brief seconds of absolute ecstasy. She was hovering above him; just the tip of his erection was inside her. This time as she sank down it felt tighter, and the struggle to stay in control was much more difficult. "Open your eyes, I want you to look at me when you come," she insisted. Victor complied with her order. Even though her hair was tied back a few strands had escaped, and were now pasted to the sweat soaked skin of her face. "I want you to come inside me, I want to feel you come," she moaned. With a low grunt he gave her what she asked for, his cock jerked and a jet of thick, hot cum spayed out. It felt like she was sucking every drop out of him as her muscles clenched down on his throbbing erection. She felt his entire body relax, save the part that was inside her. It stayed quite rigid, and she took full advantage of that. Rocking her hips back and forth she continued to grind against him as her own climax ran its course, then collapsed on his chest. "I can get off..." She offered, but was interrupted. "No, no, you're fine," he replied, finally taking in all the sensations he had excluded, the most notable was the way her tits pressed against his chest. "Did you mind?" she asked. "Mind what?" "That I took what I wanted instead of waiting for you to give it to me?" "I'll allow it, for now." Fiona looked around and noticed the ropes and riding crop, "Were those for me?" "They are for you." "I'm worn out and I think you have reached your limit," she said, glancing at his waning erection. "I'll tell you when you have had enough," he replied sternly, pulled her upright. "I can't..." she protested as he wrapped the rope around her wrist in a complicated knot. "We shall see about that." Once he finished with the portion of the knot that held her arm Victor picked up the second rope. She was right about one thing. He wasn't going to get hard again soon without pharmaceutical assistance, but that didn't matter. After both her arms were tied he grabbed the blindfold and slipped it on to her head. Not being able to see wasn't much of a change, there was very little light in the room. She felt him spin her around a few times, and then push her backwards. She fell on to the bed. Once she was supine again he picked up the last two ropes and started on her ankles. This knot was even more complex than what he had used on her wrists. He pulled the rope snug; she was lying across the bed with her head almost hanging off one side and her feet on the opposite edge. Even in the dim light he saw that her pussy was not in the same condition as when she had been toying with it. Next he adjusted the blindfold to ensure she could not see, and after taking a few moments to admire his handiwork Victor picked up the leather wrapped riding crop. Fiona was both annoyed and intrigued. Her first instinct was to give him the safe word so he would stop and she could go to sleep, but curiosity won out. She wanted to see what he had in mind. Now both of her legs were spread apart, but the knots were so expertly tied that she only felt a mild pressure where the rope was cinched down on her flesh. She was so focused on the way he had tied her up that she let out a yelp of surprise when the riding crop slapped against her breast. The high pitched squeal told him things were off to a good start, that he had caught her off guard. The challenge was to keep it that way. Lifting the riding crop off her breast he tapped it against her left wrist, then slide it along her arm, across her shoulder and slapped the leather tip against her neck. His efforts caused her to squeal again. All she could feel was the riding crop, and when it was gone there was nothing. It brushed against her left cheek, and then skipped over to the right. She wondered if this was all he could manage, or if he was just keeping her occupied until his cock was hard again. Now that she thought about it there was one other thing she could feel, and that was a bit of soreness between her legs. Apparently there was a price to pay for riding his thick cock with such wild enthusiasm. If there was any justice in the world, she thought, he would be equally sore. The riding crop returned, this time slapping against her ribs. Her nipples began to stiffen and the exhausted muscles in her belly stirred to life. Fiona heard a metallic click and a slight hiss, but could not imagine what the source was. "Ready for something new?" he asked. "Yes." "Good." "Shit!" she exclaimed. Something hot was touching her breast. It cooled quickly, but seconds later she felt the same sensation on her other tit. "Should I stop, or does that mean you like it?" He teased, daring her to say the safe word. "What is it?" "Candle wax," he replied, not bothering to explain it was specifically designed for the application. Even in its molten state it was a few degrees below the temperature that would cause a burn. He tipped the candle over and watches another drop splash on to her skin just above her navel. "It's hot," she replied. "Do you want me to stop?" "No," she said, wincing at he created a circular pattern around her belly button. Now that that she knew what to expect it wasn't as shocking. Each drop was closer to her pussy, and she briefly thought back to the salon and the hot wax they had used. This was different. It was hot, but not to the point of being painful. And unlike the saloon, once the wax cooled there wasn't any more pain. Holding the candle at arm's length he walked around the foot of the bed. She was close enough to the edge of the bed that the flame remained above her body the entire time. The trail of wax went down her left thigh, then doubled back. It formed a puddle just above her clitoris, and then continued to her right thigh. "Still think you are worn out?" "No," she replied, intrigued by the new sensation. The hot-but-not-quite-painful drops of wax had consumed so much of her attention that once again she was surprised by the riding crop slapping against the side of her breast. It followed the same path the candle had. Later she would wonder how he managed to wield both the candle and riding crop at the same time, but for now she was so close to sensory overload that such thoughts were impossible. A smile spread across his face as Victor watched her react. The candle was essentially on autopilot, stuck in a holder that was connected to her restraints. Each time she pulled against the rope the candle bobbed up and down, dripping wax somewhere between her neck and her navel. The riding crop, however, was still under his control. He alternated between whipping the side of her breasts hard enough to turn the skin pink and tapping her erect nipples. When both her tits had a top to bottom patchwork of welts he followed the waxy trail down her body. Someday he would turn her over and repeat the entire process on her back side, whipping her firm, round ass instead of her full breasts, but not tonight. The skin from her neck to her knees stung in a wonderful way, but those sensations were fading. He stopped, and she was trying to imagine what he would do next. He didn't keep her in suspense for long. His lips pressed against her abdomen, and then his tongue flicked against her skin. Soon it was navigating between the archipelagos of wax islands that dotted the sea of naked skin that was her body. Fiona cried out when a large blob of molten wax splattered on to her right nipple, completely coating it. Victor quickly snuffed out the candle; he didn't want anything to distract her from what he was doing. When the last ember on the wick turned dark he resumed he efforts. The wax cooled quickly, her reaction was out of surprise, not pain. She could feel the wax harden, and there was a distinct difference between the ways her two nipples felt. Soon that was forgotten as Victor's tongue brushed against her clitoris and his finger parted her labia. She thrust her hips towards him, hoping to feel his lips against her sensitive flesh, or drive his finger deep into her pussy, but he pulled back. She tried again, but her muscles were fatigued from the night's activities, and each attempt was weaker than the one before it. Finally exhausted, she stopped trying. He slipped a second finger inside her and his tongue circled her clit with a bit more pressure. Even in her exhausted state there were some muscles that found a second wind. "Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes," she moaned as his ministrations coaxed the muscles that would make her come back to life. His fingertip reached her G spot and his tongue was dancing on her clit. Victor fought the urge to smile as he felt her pussy clinch down on his fingers. He had proven her wrong; she was not as worn out as she had thought. He would enjoy reminding her of that fact almost as much as he was enjoying the way her sex felt. "Oh, oh, oh, don't stop, I'm going to come, don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded as her orgasm crested and the crashed down on her. She pulled on her restraints and thrashed about on the bed as endorphins surged through her body. Gradually the feeling of euphoria faded away. "Now I think you are done," he said, "but I'm not done with you yet." Fiona did not have to wonder for long what he meant. She felt the engorged head of his cock press against her mouth. She parted her lips and let it slip inside. The orientation was the same as if they were 69ing, but with her hands tied she had no control of what happened. Seeing her lips wrapped around his erection always gave him a thrill. He was hard enough that he could have fucked her, but this was going to be better. Making her deep throat him was an option, but he decided against it. Instead he just slipped the tip in and out of her mouth. Fiona's Billard's Lesson "Don't worry, I'm not going to make you swallow this time," he assured her, "but I am going to come on your tits." His words were accompanied by a sense of relief, she wasn't sure how easy it would be to swallow in her current position. Using what little energy she had left she turned her head from side to side, rubbing his cock against the inside of her cheeks until it popped out, then swirling her tongue around it when he shoved it back in. Victor suspected she liked giving head, if she didn't, she certainly faked enthusiasm well. What this blowjob lacked in friction it made up for in appearance. Her naked body was spread out before him, and her lips were stretched around his throbbing erection. As her breasts rose and fell they hid and revealed her naked sex. Each time he saw the delicate flesh of her labia a shiver ran down his spine. He could already feel the pressure building. This time he didn't fight it, he didn't engage any tantric technique to delay his orgasm. Instead he relished the experience until he was on the verge of orgasm. "Oh yes, yes, I'm going to come," he groaned as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and began to stroke it. "I want you to come on my tits," she cried out. Moments later she heard the same grunt as she had on the phone 12 hours earlier and then felt the sensation of hot cum splattering on to her breasts and dripping on to her throat. When she felt the tip of his cock on her lips again she eagerly sucked it onto her mouth and lashed it with her tongue. He only lasted about ten seconds, and then pulled his fading erection out, unable to withstand her oral assault. The corners of her mouth turned up in a grin at the fact that Victor wasn't in complete control of the situation. "Now I'm done with you," he said. Fiona felt him loosen the ropes around her ankles first, then her wrists. When she tried to remove the blindfold he stopped her. After a few moments he pulled her upright and spun her around a few times, then finally removed the cover from her eyes. The room looked just as it had when she entered, except the ropes and riding crop were gone. Also missing was the candle, but her body was covered with droplets of purple wax mixed with puddles of cum. Victor peeled the wax cap off her nipples. "Maybe I should keep this as a souvenir," he said. "I'm sure you have quite a collection," she countered. "Actually," he replied, "this is the first time that happened, but I'll give your suggestion some consideration. Now let's get you cleaned up and to bed." Walking back to the guest room with Victor felt a bit odd, mostly because they were both still completely naked. He walked her into the shower, and just has she had guessed it had enough space for two with room to spare. He gently scrubbed the wax off. When he washed her hair his fingers massaged her scalp, making the sting of the riding crop a distant, albeit exciting, memory. Once the shower was over he toweled her off and tucked her into bed, still naked. He was still standing beside the bed when she drifted off to sleep.