0 comments/ 12106 views/ 0 favorites First Night By: greeneyes9 I take you into the bedroom where I would give you a long deep kiss. Then we would slowly undress each other, I would gently be kissing you all over your body as I go until you are down to your bra and panties. I would then give you another deep kiss while sticking my hands down the back of your panties giving your ass a nice squeeze before moving them around to your wet pussy. I would then start to rub and massage your clit while still kissing you deeply. Then I would pull my hand out and start kissing you on the neck, gently sucking at the same time while fondling your breasts. I would slowly work my way down to your breasts. I would then gently squeeze them and continue sucking and kissing on them. Then, I would reach around and undo your bra. We would walk over to the bed and lay down where I would start licking and sucking on your nipples making them nice and firm. While I am doing this, I would reach down and start rubbing your pussy through your panties... feeling the moistness seeping through. I would then start to work my way down your stomach, kissing and sucking softly as I go, until I got down to your panties. Then I would part your legs and start on your inner thigh. Slowly making my way down one side and then up the next until I got back to your sweet pussy. We would slip off your panties giving me access to those nice juicy lips of yours. I would take one of those massaging pillows and stick it under you ass to give me better access. I would start licking, kissing, and sucking on those lips... then slowly make my way inside. I would let my tongue explore around inside, going round and round, back and forth. I would keep it up until I hear you moan and shudder in ecstasy, I would taste your juices. I would then give you a long and hard deep kiss, letting you taste your own sweetness. Then I would lightly tie you up, spread eagle, on the bed with some silk scarves. I would place a blindfold over your eyes. I would get up and leave the room for a moment and then step back in and say, 'Are you ready...' with a devilish grin on my face. I would then stick the ice cube on your neck at first. Then slowly move it up your neck to your lips, then to mine, then back to yours. I move it slowly up your right arm, to your fingers. I would pause to gently suck on your fingers, hearing you moan with pleasure. I would slowly drag it back down to the center of your chest and rub it all over your tits. I would start kissing on your nipples to warm them back up. Then I would move it up your other arm and fingers, and then sucking on them. I would drag the ice cube down the side of your body, pausing at your stomach to swirl it, then continue on down to one of your legs and back up, then down the other leg and back up. I would pause for a second at your quivering pussy lips and then start rubbing it all over them. I would kiss on them to get them warmed back up before I would put the rest of the ice cube in your pussy, hearing you moan with delight. I would then dive in with my tongue, licking it all around. I would then begin sucking out all the sweet juices that are flowing. I would keep on sucking and licking until I hear you scream in ecstasy. I would then get up and leave the room again, I would then pause at the doorway and say, 'I think you might like this.' Then I would walk in. You would feel me get on the bed and hear a small noise, as a top is being opened. Then you would feel something cool and moist being swirled onto your nipples and a little on your stomach. You feel my fingers swirling the substance around your erect nipples and then your stomach. I would then start licking and sucking lightly on your stomach. I would then say to you, 'Do you want to know what it is before I start on your nipples?' I hear you moan out a 'yesss... ummmm pleassse!!!' I would then place my fingers on your lips and then you start sucking on them saying... 'Ummmm... whipped cream.' I would then start licking and sucking on your beautiful tits. Feeling the erect nipples with my tongue. Making sure I got all the cream off. I would then say, 'I don't think I can take it anymore... ' My dick is throbbing, begging for release. Cum is starting to drip from the end. You feel me get off of the bed for a moment, some noise, and then I get back on the bed and move around. Then I would tell you to open your mouth. My throbbing cock would be right above your luscious lips with some of the cream on it and I would be right over your clit, with my tongue getting ready to go. I gently lower my dick into your mouth and you hear me moan with satisfaction. I then dive between your legs, licking and sucking until I hear you moan. I don't know if you moaned from me or you sucking, but I like it. You then start sucking on my balls and you hear me say in a moan, 'Baby...uuummm I love it… ummmm!' You keep switching from my balls to my dick… taking it whole. At the same time, I would be sucking on your lips some more… slowly moving my tongue deeper inside of you. Then, gently inserting a finger, moving it in and out, then adding a second one. We both start to moan louder, until we can't last anymore… we explode at the same time. I then turn around to were we are face-to-face and untie you. I kiss you deeply, letting our tongues explore each other some more. Letting our hands explore each other's bodies. You then say, 'You rested yet???' with a devilish grin on your face. I then look at you and say with a grin, 'If you are!' I would then say something like that I would need some help getting it stiff again. You would then take it in your hands and start stroking it, then place your lips around the head and then gently start sucking on it, taking it all the way down your throat. I would then move over behind you. Pausing for just a second rub my dick around the lips of your pussy, then I would slowly stick my shaft in your sweet tasting pussy, and then again, just a little bit more deeper. Then I would start pumping, in and out, in and out, until you start to moan. Then I would drive it in deeper, keeping up the pace. Just thrusting it in and out, in and out, feeling your vagina muscles tighten around my throbbing cock. I would hear you moan, then I would thrust it all the way in. I would then keep on bounding it, harder and faster. I would keep this up until we both start to moan with anticipation. Then we would both release our love juices together and I would fall on the side, giving you a lazy, long, deep juicy kiss. I would then stick my dick to you face and say, 'Lick it clean for me baby!!!', then I would dive between your legs, licking and sucking like a mad man. We would both twist, squirm, and moan... and then release our juices to each other... each sucking and licking them up like there is no tomorrow. Then you would climb on top of me, and lower yourself down on my cock. I hear you moan in pleasure, then you start, going up and down, up and down. Your tits are flapping all over the place, I reach up and grab a hold of them, slightly squeezing them and say. 'Ooohhh baby... keep it up,' and you hear me moan with pleasure. We keep at and then I release my load into you, then followed by you releasing. You fall over, and lay there exhausted. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath. I reach over and start rubbing your clit and ask if you are ready for one more. You say yes in a moaning voice. I climb on top of you, spreading your legs, allowing me access to you. I would then take and bury my shaft in you, part of the way at first before sticking it all the in. I would then lean forward and start sucking on your nipple. You would wrap your legs all the way around me and start squeezing and begging for more. I would increase the pace and then bury it in all the way, you would feel my sack just bouncing off of you. You would squeeze a little harder and dig your fingernails in my back. I winch and let out a small moan. We both explode, letting our juices mingle. I would then roll off of you and reach over and give you a long kiss. First Night There I was, sitting on the couch, my legs crossed tightly over one another. I was fidgeting, pulling my skirt lower and lower. I was wearing a short school girl skirt with black seamed stockings and garter belt. I had on a silver shirt made of material that felt very slinky to the touch. I was suppose to meet my Master tonight. I kept looking over my shoulder waiting to see him arrive. Minutes seemed like hours. I wasn't sure he was going to be there. Finally, I saw him walk in. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. Moments ago I was very anxious to meet him, now I wanted to run and hide. I was so nervous. My hands were sweaty and shaking. "Maybe he won't notice me," I thought. He walked right passed me. I didn't know whether to jump up and introduce myself or run to a corner and hide. I glanced his direction, he caught my eye. He waved and smiled. I smiled back, meanwhile my stomach was doing somersaults. He walked over to me. He reached down and took my shaking hand in his and shook it firmly. "Hello, its nice to meet you." "Yes, it is nice to meet you as well." My face must have been a bright crimson red. I could feel the heat at my cheeks. He sat down beside me. We made some small talk and then he said he had some other things to do. I sat and let everything that had happened sink in. I started thinking about what might transpire later. Again, I wasn't sure if I wanted to rush out of there at that moment or stay to see what might happen. I sat and wondered about the possibilities for tonight. It seemed like forever until he came back. He came over to me and grabbed my hand in his and began leading me to a room in the back of the building. There were people around the room engulfed in there own play scenes. There was a man tied to some sort of apparatus with his cock pulled down with weights. There also was a women being flogged. Im sure there was more, but I was a little preoccupied with the predicament I might be in shortly. He directed me to sit. I was sitting on what sort of looked like a padded picnic table for a doll. There was a higher plateau with two lower plateaus to either side. There were hooks at the bottom of all the legs. "Please, take of your skirt and blouse!" He asked very nicely. I did and sat back down on the seat. He reached down in his bag and pulled out several leather cuffs. He placed a leather cuff on each wrist and one on each ankle. He attached each wrist to the hooks at the base of the chair. He took my ankles and did the same. There I sat with my breast fully exposed, my legs spread giving full view of the nicely shaven pussy. I felt so vulnerable, but very excited. Next, he grabbed some rope from his bag. He began wrapping the rope around my breasts, crisscrossing in back and forth. The rope was tight and caused my breasts to ttighten and firm and protrude outward. My nipples began hardening quickly. This was an intense feeling, but one that I could handle. He reached down to his bag again. He started putting gloves on his hands. They simply looked like ordinary white satin gloves. It wasn't until i saw the palms of his hands i realized these were no ordinary gloves. It was like the sharp side of those little be dazzler beads poking through the glove everywhere. He first began massaging my arms with them. There was only a slight pain, again, nothing I couldn't handle. At first, he massaged lightly, but began increasing the force in which he dug the gloves into my skin. He started massaging down my back. My face was pressing against his chest. He pushed and prodded more with each touch getting more and more forceful. Then he started at my swollen breasts. The were very sensitive because of bondage that secured them in. As the points hit my breasts, i let out a moan. He continued to press firmly at my breasts. I threw my head back and began thrusting my hips away from the table. I was moaning load, i think with a little bit of pleasure and pain. His knee began grinding at my wet pussy. Just before I thought I was about to take more then I could handle, he stopped. He stepped away as my body lay there red with marks of pain. My head still thrust back. Waiting for what would come next. He unhooked my wrists and ankles. "Stand up" He said firmly. I stood up and he moved me around to the back of the table, so it was positioned in front of me long ways. He gently pushed me to lay on it. He again attached my wrists to the hooks on the floor at the head of the long beam, And attached my ankles to hooks at the back of the beam. My breast were pushed firmly against the padded beam. My ass was naked and exposed. My clit began throbbing and I could feel my pussy moisten. I had a idea what might be coming, but I wasn't sure. He walked around me slowly, running his fingers along my soft skin. He reached again in his bag and pulled out a large wooden paddle. He stood back up and began running it along my ass. Rubbing it lightly. Hi clenched my ass tight. I waited for the blow. ... SMACK the wood hit my ass. It wasn't a hard swing, but it did sting a little. Still, the pain was bearable. ...SMACK again, harder then the first ...SMACK tears began forming at the corners of my eyes. This was starting to hurt, but this was something I knew I needed to endure. ...SMACK I could feel my ass burning. He began to rub the paddle again gently across my ass. The touch was soothing to my hot ass. He finished it off with three, swift, hard smacks across my ass. ...SMACK ...SMACK ...SMACK. I was whimpering as tears rolled down my face. He released me from my restraints and gathered me in his arms. I sunk deep in his chest. Still sobbing immensely. He pulled me tight in his arms. "This takes care of seven tallies, please, don't rack up anymore!" I just settled in his arms and tried to let sink in what had just taken place. Pleased with myself for the endurance I had. This was definitely going to be different then anything I ever thought I could experience. First Night Anne is always late. Late for school, late for dates and late for after school jobs. Despite her excitement to attend college, she turned up for classes a week late. Being late, she missed the sorority pledge parties, which are held so that the sorority members and the prospective pledges can check each other out. Anne was determined to join a sorority, but, as a consequence of missing the pledge parties, her sorority alternatives were narrowed to one. By the time she showed up for classes, the sole sorority with a pledge spot available was the Gamma Phi sorority, or, as it was more commonly known around the fraternities, the “Grabba Thighs.” Anne knew nothing of the reputation of the Gamma Phi sorority or its members. The only college bound senior from a small farming community, she knew little of the sororities or their members. She pledged the Gamma Phi sorority based exclusively on the fact that it had an opening. A sorority in need of pledges is a sorority in need of money. So the Gammas accepted Anne because she came from an affluent farming family and could therefore easily afford the sorority’s heavy dues. Being drop dead gorgeous helped her get in as well. Unlike many sororities, the Gammas had their freshmen women move into the sorority immediately upon pledging. On just her third day on campus, Anne moved into the sorority. She spent the warm fall day unloading her car and carrying boxes to her room. By the time she finished unpacking at eleven o’clock that night, she was hot, tired and dusty. Believing that a long hot shower would relax her so that she could sleep, she stripped and wrapped herself in a thick white towel and headed for the community shower. The sorority was surprisingly quiet on that night. Virtually all of the young woman were still out partying since classes were not yet being taken seriously. As such, Anne is surprised to hear showers running full blast in the community bathroom. Pushing the door open, she peeks inside. The door opens into a narrow hallway lined with benches and hooks on the wall. On any given morning, the hallway is littered with discarded robes, slippers and other sleepwear. Tonight there is a pile of jeans, shirts, panties and bras. Anne tip toes through the hallway to peek into the shower room. A series of shower heads lines both sides of the community shower room. Anne cautiously approaches the showers, wondering who could be in there at this time of the night, and, being from a small town, she’s apprehensive about showering with a group of strange women. She considers herself shy about her body and had always gone out of her way to avoid showering in large groups while in high school. As she spies around the corner, the showers come in to view. Anne’s eyes widen. She couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. Several of the shower heads were on and locked in an embrace were two naked women. The water hitting their bodies was hot, turning their skin pink and steaming slightly. Anne froze when she saw the women. They had not seen her and likely could have cared less. The women were kissing deeply, hands soaping each other as the hot water poured over them. The women were very similarly built. Both were medium height and firm athletic bodies. Anne could see their muscles rippling as they soaped each other. She recognized the women after watching them for a time. They were the President and Vice-President of the house, Candy and Sally. Both very attractive and perceived by Anne to be leaders of the sorority house. Now here they were, kissing deeply in the shower and fondling each other’s body. At first Anne was repulsed, but as she watched and listened, she began to wonder what it would feel like to kiss and be kissed by another woman. Clearly these women were enjoying each other, enjoying their bodies. Anne had been involved in very few relationships, and certainly not with another woman. The woman that Anne recognized to be Candy now dropped to one knee and pushed Sally back against the shower wall. The hot water ran down Sally’s body, carrying streams of thick white soap down her body. Anne could almost feel the hot liquid floating down her body too as she watched. Candy’s hands reached around and clenched Sally’s ass. Anne could see the fingernail marks as Candy’s nails dug into Sally, pulling her pussy to Candy’s mouth. Sally’s legs began trembling as Candy took Sally’s clit in her mouth. Anne could see Candy hungrily sucking Sally’s clit. She could also see Candy’s fingers plunging in and out of Sally’s wet pussy. Anne’s towel fell open as she leaned back against the tiled shower wall. As she watched, her fingers began to run over her firm breasts. She felt her nipples hardening. Anne twisted her nipples in her fingers, making them hard. Her eyes were glued to the two women in the shower now. One hand slipped down to her pussy. Her legs parted slightly and she massaged her hardening clit. From the shower, Anne could hear Sally’s voice crying out now. Over and over as her body trembled and pulsed as Candy sucked and nibbled at her clit. “Oh god, oh god, fuck me, fuck my hairy pussy” she screamed. Sally’s pussy was indeed very thick and hairy and was in sharp contrast to Candy’s shaved pussy. Sally’s head rolled around on the tile shower wall as Candy finger fucked her and savagely ate her pussy. Sally couldn’t cum standing and she couldn’t get away. She was trapped in ecstasy. Almost as if in self defense, Anne watched in amazement as Sally’s foot raised up off of the floor and began pressing against Candy’s pussy. Candy’s legs spread, letting Sally’s foot press up against her pussy. Candy’s concentration was broken now by Sally’s foot pressing hard against her pussy. She fell back down on the tile floor, releasing Sally from the wall. Sally’s big toe rammed in and out of Candy’s pussy now. Candy’s legs spread wide and she screamed with desire. Anne’s pussy was soaked now. She couldn’t remember ever being so wet before. Two fingers were now buried deep inside her own pussy. Overcome by desire, she lifted her hand from her pussy and tasted herself, she had never tasted herself before. She was somewhat surprised to find that she liked her own taste. As she watched Candy and Sally, she noticed that them glancing over their shoulders from time to time, looking toward the back of the shower room. Anne muffled her surprise when she saw a large naked man now walking from the back of the room over to the women. The young man was tall and heavily muscled. His shoulders and neck were huge, clearly a football player or a body builder. His cock was thick and long and stood straight out in front of him. Anne had seen very few cocks in her life, but this one was much larger than any she had ever even dreamed about. The man took the place where Sally had formerly been, leaning up against the shower wall. He leaned his head back against the wall and let the hot water run over his body. The water ran down his body and off the tip of his long cock. The women watched him assume his position, then, as if on cue, they began to work him over. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. Sally bent over and took his long cock in her mouth. Her mouth moved firmly up and down the long hard shaft of his cock. Anne could see his butt and leg muscles flex as he pushed his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her mouth. Spreading his legs to make room for Candy, she slid in under him. Anne watched in amazement as Candy began sucking his large balls, taking turns sucking one then the other into her mouth. One hand reached up the inside of Sally’s thighs. Candy’s thumb rested on Sally’s asshole, pressing just in and out, while her fingers jammed in and out of Sally’s pussy. Candy’s other hand slipped up the inside of the man’s thighs and Anne could tell that Candy was playing with his asshole. Anne’s towel fell to the floor of the shower room. She lost herself in the pleasure of her own hands. Her fingers were ramming deep inside her pussy now, surprising herself at her own wetness. Closing her eyes, she fucked herself with her fingers, her body lost in the sensation. She was so lost in the pleasure, that she scarcely noticed when she felt one of her nipples being sucked, pulled on hard by another mouth. A moan from deep insider her escaped her lips involuntarily. Another hand joined her hand on her pussy. The new hand much rougher, pounding deep and hard inside her. Suddenly Anne felt two hands under her arms, lifting her up, pressing her against the shower wall. She wrapped her legs around the stranger, never opening her eyes. He lowered her down on to his cock. Her body shuddered and trembled as his thick cock sank into her. When his cock hit bottom, ramming her, she leaned forward and clutched him hard around the neck. Grinding her clit into the rock hard abs of the man holding her, she was again overcome with a desire to be fucked long and hard. She pushed and pulled her body up and down against her mystery man, never opening her eyes. Now, pulling away from the wall, she felt the mystery man walking, carrying her into the shower room. She humped him as he walked, feeling his rock hard cock burying deep inside her with each downstroke. Then she was being laid down on the shower room floor and hands were all over her. She kept her eyes closed, feeling the hands groping her, fondling her, playing with her pussy. A thought flashed through her mind, scaring her and stimulating her at the same time. “I’m in an orgy.” No she thought. “I’m the center of an orgy.” Hands and water running all over her body. She could feel cocks sliding across her mouth, slipping in and out of her pussy, women’s hands massaging her clit, nipples running across her mouth. Clenching her eyes shut, she felt the sensation of pure raw sex, sex like she had never even imagined. Hands lifted her now, pushing her over on to the large football player’s body. He was laying on the floor of the shower room. As Anne rolled over on to him, her hands ran across his thick chest, feeling the hard muscles of his neck, chest and stomach. Hands roamed over her, pulling on her nipples, fondling her ass, lifting her now. She could feel hands guiding the large thick cock into her trembling pussy. She felt the massive body underneath her moving now, muscles flexing as he rammed his cock in and out of her while she straddle him. The cock was thicker than she had ever imagined and she cried out with pain and pleasure. When she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, she felt a long finger slip up inside her pussy, joining the cock as it rammed in and out of her. Hands pushing her forward now. More hands massaging her asshole, playing with her, holding her open. Instinctively, she let herself relax, not believing what was happening, but all the same, wanting to feel it all. First a finger pressing against her asshole, then pushing just inside it. Then, harder now, she could feel a cock pressing against her, the football player’s cock still ramming in and out of her pussy. Letting go of her inhibitions now, both cocks buried deep inside her. She could feel the two cocks as the pounded in and out of her. She finally cried out loudly. “God oh god oh god, fuck me fuck my puss fuck my ass fuck fuck fuck.” The two cocks filling her, the hands playing with her breasts, she couldn’t take any more. At the same times, the two cocks exploded with their loads inside her. She was filled with the cum of two men. The feeling carried her over the edge. Her body shook and trembled as she came in waves, over and over her orgasm took over her. She was nearly thrown on her back and she felt a mouth bury itself on her pussy. She tried pushing the mouth off of her, then succumbed to the sucking of her pussy. Someone was sucking her juices and the cum out of her pussy. Just as suddenly, the mouth let her pussy loose and was kissing her, filling her mouth with the taste of her own pussy juices and the cum which had been inside her. First Night We have had a most enjoyable dinner. Good wine, good food, good company and some fun flirting. This has been a sucessful first date. As we walk to the car, you stop and pull me to you, kissing me hard, passionately, thrusting your tongue between my lips, rubbing it hard against mine, pressing your lips hard to my mouth, a demanding, insistant kiss. I suck at your tongue, loving the feel of you in my mouth. Just as quickly, you let me go and break the kiss; I feel weak in the knees, lusty, needy. You grin at me as you take my hand and we walk on to the car. Holding the door for me I sit down, my dress rides up my legs and I 'accidently on purpose' flash you with a glimpse of my panty covered pussy. I see you smile as you close the door. You ask if I would like to go to your home for a night cap. I quickly agree, wanting to get to know you better. The drive to your house is short and fast. As we enter the house I see "toys" used for sex play laid out beside the table. I do not have time to contemplate this as you grab me and rip my dress open, pushing it off my shouders and part way down my arms. Roughly you push my bra up, freeing my breasts to your sight, your rough touch. Leaning in and biting first one breast and then the other...sharp little nips, pulling and tugging at my sensitive flesh. Before I know it, you have my wrists cuffed behind my back and you are pushing me to the table. When the backs of my legs hit the table, you push me down onto my back. "Open your legs, slut." I just look at you, I am in shock and not believing this is happening to me. "I said for you to open your legs.....if you don't, I will do it for you and you will be very sorry indeed." I quickly decide you mean business and hesitantly part my thighs. "Lift your heels, put them on the table edge and let your legs fall open....you know, like at the Dr's office. You open your legs eagerly for him I bet, don't you, slut? ANSWER ME!" "No! I do not." I was not expecting this, I am frightened.....what will you do to me, what will you expect from me? I have never been treated this way! I am very uncomfortable......my arms behind my back, my breasts and sex open to your view, your touch. You look between my legs. "Slut, you have sheer panties on. You wanted me to see your pussy didn't you? You might as well have not worn any for all the good those are doing. I can see your slit, your lips bulging out both sides. Yes, you are quite a slut aren't you?" When I do not answer you slap my breasts....twice for each....hard. They erupt in fire! God it hurts!! I yell out. "I have your attention now?? Good. These are the rules! Better learn them now! I am to be addressed as Sir or Master at all times, you are to answer Me when I ask you a direct question, otherwise I expect silence. I will play with you as it pleases Me, you are for My pleasure....I will take it from you if you do not offer it. You will do as I say when I say. Pretty simple, huh?" I look at you with fear, not believing I am in this situation. I am a smart, strong woman, an executive in charge of people...how could I be laying on my back, my body on lewd display, in a man's living room being treated like a....a common slut?? You slap my breasts again, they bounce and ache from the blows. "A slow learner, huh slut? Going to answer me?" You ask as You grab a nipple and pull, my shoulders struggling to lift from the table.......my breast being relentlessly pulled by the nipple until it is in a triangle shape. I am screaming "YES YES YES!!!" Finally, through the fog of pain, I remember to add "Sir"!! "YES SIR"!!!! Thankfully, You let go and my breast falls back into place. Oh god it hurts! I wish so much to rub my breasts, but that is not possible. You grab the waistband of my panties and pull them up hard and tight. The crotch disappears between my big puffy lips. Your fingertip traces up and down the smooth hairless lips. Leaning down close to my sex, You take a deep sniff. "Slut, your pussy is wet.....I can see it and smell it and feel it." I am horrified to realize you are right, my own body has betrayed me, reacting to your treatment by juicing up, my clit swollen and throbbing. You leave me laying there and I hear you in the kitchen. I want nothing more than to close my legs, somehow cover my tits, but I fear You far too much to do that. In a moment I feel Your eyes on me, You are leaning against the wall, having a drink while looking at me, watching me, smiling at me. "Slut, you have 2 minutes to get your panties off......not using your hands of course. Your time starts now." I can not believe this! I lay there for a moment, my mind screaming "WHAT??" Finally, I move, realizing I have wasted precious seconds. I sit up which is a struggle without any real use of my arms or hands. I look around the room, desperate to find something to snag my panties on. I stand and rub my ass on the table, the edge is rough, scratching my cheeks.You have pulled my panties so far and snug into my crack and slit!!! I am almost in tears as I rub harder, my tits bouncing, your eyes on me. I turn around and rub my front on the table.......it hurts and sratches....finally, my panties snag and I feel them move down!! I slow my efforts, careful now, don't lose it! The waistband is down, but the crotch! It is so tight inside my lips! "15 seconds, Slut" I jerk and lose the snag. Sitting down on the floor hard and pushing myself against the carpet, feeling it burn my cheeks I try to get the panties out of my slit. I flip over and slither over the carpet. Ahhh! There they come! "Times up!" I cry out! I was so close!! You step beside me and tell me to roll over and sit up. You grab my arm and help me to stand. Grabbing my panties, You jerk them down and tell me step out of them. "You put on an amusing little show, slut....but you didn't do as I said. You will be punished for this." I moan at this announcement and my knees go weak. "Get back into position." I rush to do so, hoping to please You so You will forget about the promised punishment. You pick up some rope and in quick time have my legs tied wide apart and to the table legs. You run Your hands down my thighs towards my pussy. My hips involuntarily lift, seeking Your touch. You grab me and squeeze my sex hard. I yell out again. You pull the lips wide apart and flick my hard clit. I try to close my legs, but it is no use, they are securely tied, my pussy is at Your mercy. You laugh and say "Ahhh, yes.....you are a soaking wet slut! Look at your little hole, it is practically begging to be filled." You pull Your hands away and start to spank my pussy, the lips bouncing and opening with each slap. I am screaming in pain, I have never felt such agony. My sex is on fire! "You will not cover your pussy again will you slut? Tell me!" I yell out "No Sir! I will not cover my pussy again! Please Sir! Pleeease!!!" You continue to slap it, the moist sound loud in my ears, followed by my moans and then sobs. When You are satisfied, or decide I am in no shape to continue with the pussy spanking You quit and pick up Your drink. Tears are running down the sides of my face. My pussy feels swollen and as if it has been burnt. You do not allow me much time to recover. You push me over a little so You can free my wrists. "Thank you, Master" I manage to whisper while looking down. You rub my shoulders deeply, knowing the ache that has settled there. "Sit up." As I do, You untie the ropes at the edge of the table that have been holding my legs wide. You leave the ropes wrapped around my legs and tell me to stand and bend over at the waist. I do as I am told, this position leaving my tits hanging down heavily. You approach me with a thin rough looking twine. "Put your hands behind your neck, slut. Keep them there until I say otherwise." Hesitantly I start to lift my arms but then decide not to, now is the time to stand up to You. "No!" "What did you say, slut?" I stand up and say "no" while looking into Your eyes. "You really are quite amusing, My slut. You are making Me angry, but yet I am amused at your little show of defiance. Now, I am going to sit down here and when I stand, you better be in the position I said, your big tits hanging down. If you are not, the pussy spanking you just got will feel like love taps compared to what I will give you. Now, I will let you decide. You have 1 minute." I glare at You as you turn Your back to move to the chair. "And don't look at your Master like that slut...it is disrespectful behavior and must be punished." My mouth opens, then I think better of it. You sit and watch me struggle with my inner feelings. You know I am excited, you found evidence of that in my wet pussy and hard nipples. My thoughts are flying around.....what to do, what to do?? I have always longed deep down for a strong man to control me, but, well, does giving up my will make me less 'me'? Make me a 'bad girl'? I hear you moving...the time is here. Almost without thinking, I lean way over at the waist and bring my hands to the back of my neck. You again approach me with the thin rough twine. Grabbing my right breast you squeeze it very tightly, eliciting a moan from me. You begin wrapping the cord around my breast, back against the chest wall. You wrap it around and around very tightly. Then You bring the rope around the back of my neck grab the left breast and repeat Your actions. When You are done, You tell me to stand. The weight of my breasts pull down but they can not move very far. They are already turning red, the big nipples hard and protruding. You pinch them over and over, sometimes at the same time, sometimes alternating left-right-left. You pinch hard and pull on them, making my breasts ache even more. I am moaning and moving my shoulders back and forth, trying to get away from Your pinching fingers. "Lay back down on the table, slut." I rush to do as You say. You reattach my leg ropes to the table, ensuring that they are painfully spread. Then You pull my arms up over my head, pulling until they can bend over the table edge. You lash the forearms together and then pull them over the edge. My body is pulled tight. You then attach my arms to something low on the table, forcing my body to stretch even tighter. My breasts are hurting, the nipples hard. You attach a wooden clothes pin to each nipple, being careful to only capture the nipple, ensuring a deeper pain. Moving between my legs you attach clips to my sex lips. I am shaking my hips and yelling NO!! You keep attaching more until finally it dawns on me to quit telling You no! When I stop saying no, You stop applying clips. I don't know how many are in place. It feels as if my pussy is being held to a fire. You move back to my tits....touching them and slapping them. This makes the clips bounce, causing me even more pain. You pick up a thin springy looking rod and show it to me. "I will give you a dozen stripes on your tits to remind you of your choice to become My slut. You are to accept these and thank me properly when I have finished. Now kiss the rod and ask for your lashes." I gasp, my eyes wide with fear. Without thinking, my lips purse and I make a kissing sound as You lay the rod across my mouth. "Please Master, mark me as Yours." My breasts are already in horrible pain, how will I survive a whipping on them? You step back, I hear the whish of the air parting as You bring the rod down over my tied, clipped breasts. Both breasts explode in pain, I am breathless. Without pause You land 2 more strikes. I have found my voice and am making a high keening sound. Three more in quick sucession and I am quite sure my tits have been laid open. I am in deep pain, struggling to accept it. "Half done slut." I sob, I will not survive 6 more strikes. This time You hit the tender undersides. Two, three times quickly and in almost the same spot. I am yelling from deep in my chest. Now you tease me by swinging the rod but stopping just short of hitting me. My body amuses You by tensing to accept the blow that does not come. Once again You are proving I am a plaything for Your pleasure, You are in control. After several false swings, when I am lulled into thinking this will be yet another false one, You land the hardest strike yet. My body jerks, my mouth is open but nothing can come out. You follow up with the last two just as hard. I am sure my tit flesh has split open. I am in terrific burning pain. You move to my head and I see Your hard cock in Your hand. You rub the leaking head over my lips and tell me to suck it. Immediately I suck the head into my mouth. My tongue is swirling, my lips moving, I am hungry to please You. You push Your way in until you are buried balls deep. I am sucking and gagging but You do not let up, enjoying Your control. You begin pumping my mouth, fucking my face as if it were my pussy. As You near orgasm, You pull the clips from my nipples and I try to yell out. You feel the vibration of my yells deep in Your cock and balls. Cum squirts into my mouth and pulling out, You spray my face then push the cum around with the head of Your cock. You leave cum dripping from my face and move between my legs where You roughly handle my clit, rocking it back and forth. Soon You have me ready to cum and tell me "No! You may not cum!" I struggle with my body and finally overtake my desire. I am left panting like a dog, my need to cum consuming me. You unhook and untie my hands and tell me to make myself cum. Standing between my widespread legs, You watch as my fingers go to my clit, my opening. I don't care You are watching, I do not care who is watching....I need to cum! The clips hurt as my fingers brush against them. I arch my back, lift my hips, in just a few moments I begin to cum. Just as I enter my relief, You start pulling off the pussy clips. It hurts but I cum even harder with the pain. When they are all off, You move back to my breasts and trace the welts You have raised. I look down and see my breasts are so discolored, the welts obvious. In several places there are thin red lines. These were the extra hard ones You applied. You lean over and kiss and lick my flesh and nipples. Then as You begin to untie them the blood rushing in and out is more sweet agony. You lay beside me on the table and hold me close, telling me we have just begun a most interesting journey together. "Thank You Master." I shiver in my fear, in my need. First Night Darkness. That was all he could perceive once he started to regain his senses, a little bit at a time. Nothing but murky, thick darkness for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, a pin prick of light formed directly in front of his gaze. The beam shone intensely, as if it would drill through his skull and pierce his fuzzy brain, but it didn't stay small for long. He seemed to be rapidly approaching what he could only describe as a white hole in a black screen, until finally the darkness was pushed to the edges of his vision, and deep azure eyes opened for the first time in what seemed forever. The bright light spilled into the bedroom from a window on his right, the blinds muting the sun just a little. The next of his senses to wake from what could only be described as what felt like a hibernation was Touch. The feel of the cotton sheets on olive-dark skin, bare as usual from a night's rest, soothed him but for the briefest of moments before several aches rocked his body like getting hit by a big rig. His arms and shoulders felt as if they were on fire, like he had been lifting something the entire time he slept. In fact, his entire body felt just like that; every muscle tight, every tendon taut. Next came his hearing, and this was where things became very confusing for a few seconds. The first sound to fill his head was someone breathing next to himself. Quickly he tried to rack his brain as to whom might be lying there, but to no avail. With a bit of trepidation, he slowly let his view drift left, his head tilting in the same direction. She drifted into view; a tall beauty, from the length of her profile created by the desert red fabric of the sheets that was draped over her sleeping form. Blonde tresses spilled out over the pillow, framing the angelic features of her face. It was as if a floodgate opened when his gaze fell upon her. His memory suddenly kicking into high gear from the point where it had stopped the night before. She had risen from the couch, where she had been leaning against him, the movie they had been watching finally ending. She stretched her 6'2 frame to it's limit and then some, arms reaching to the ceiling, then falling back to her side. He stood, making his way towards the kitchen when she stopped him in what was a small office area of the one bedroom apartment he called home. He bent close, placing a gentle touch of his lips to hers. He broke the contact and tried to step away, but she caught him tight in her arms. The next words from her sent him reeling... "You ready for bed baby?". His eyes must have been the size of saucers, because she laughed lightly, then leaned in herself, her lips parting just before making contact, her tongue licking across tight tiers before finally sealing the kiss, her hands pressed firmly to his lower back, pulling him in closer. His eyes closed as he let the wave of passion wash over himself, dropping the two plates to the floor, wrapping his own arms about her, pulling her as close to him as he could. A slight whimper vibrated against his mouth, her own eyes closing as she seemed to melt into him, the kiss taking a very passionate turn. Slowly she backed up,careful to not break the embrace, guiding him towards the door to the bedroom, and the queen size bed that awaited them within. He couldn't help himself, he took the lead, quickening the pace until finally her legs hit the bed. He kept her from falling onto the mattress, his hands now starting to wander from just above the swell of her ass to the top of her shoulders. Her own hands slipped down over his chest, taking hold of the bottom of his shirt and lifting slowly, her manicured nails raking lightly over the sensitive flesh, instantly pebbling both of his now exposed nipples. A wicked grin crossed her face, which he wasn't abe to see as she had stopped removing the shirt as it covered his face. She lowered her head to his chest, catching one of those nipples between her teeth and giving it a gentle squeeze. He took a quick breath, inhaling, then letting it slip out slowly. His head tilting back as she moved from one to the other. Her tongue slipping out, caressing the hard flesh, teasing it even harder. A moan slipped from within the shirt, his hands making their way down, both palms slapping hard and squeezing her bottom tightly. The shirt started it's way once more off of his arms and shoulders, those azure orbs catching hers as she continued to tease his flesh. A wicked grin crossed his features as his own hands moved from her bottom to the waist band of her jeans, slipping around to the front, making quick work of the button and zipper that held them in place. Her hips gave a few sexy wiggles, and the jeans were pooled at her feet, kicking it to the side. Her fingers danced lightly over his chest and stomach, teasing at the edge of his own shorts, her eyes looking up into his, the passion and hunger as evident as if she simply made the same statement. His hands went to the top of her panties, pushing them down over sexy hips, and letting them fall to where the Jeans had just been, they were just as quickly added to the now growing pile of clothes to the side, his shirt finally added a few seconds before. He couldn't hold back his own hunger, his hands working the few buttons of her blouse, letting it fall open. She pushed him back a foot or two, that wicked grin still in place as she shrugged out of the sleek fabric, His fingers making quick work of his own shorts and underwear, dropping them to the ground and disposing of them onto the pile.Two sets of eyes wandered wantingly over the other's body, once more the two of them came together, the kiss hard, passionate, and deep. The last piece of clothing, her bra, was removed by both of them, dropping it onto the pile of clothes like a cherry on top of a sundae, completing the whole project rather expeditiously. As one, they moved to the bed, her slipping back and laying down, him slipping down on top of her, legs parting to allow him onto her. The kiss was never broken, her hands tracing light lines down his sides, palms pressed flat to his hips, pulling him closer, the tip of his turgid member making slight contact with her already moist mound. Both of them moaned and cooed as he lowered himself more onto her, rubbing the head of his cock against her, teasing her hardening clit with every move he made. Her legs wrapped around his waist, hips lifting lasciviously up, grinding her slick lips against him, covering his shaft in her sweet juice. He couldn't resist her any more, one hand slipping down between them, taking hold of the engorged member, and placing the tip at the edge of her tight entrance. She spoke one word and one word only, the power of it being all that needed to be said... "please...". With as much care as he could muster, his hips pressed down and forward, she opened for him, taking him into her hot depths with a longing that he could almost feel. His eyes closing, a deep growl escaping his lips at the same time she took in a deep breath, a moan accompanied the sharp inhalation. Slowly he pressed deeper, filling her before finally stopping, looking down into the sea of hunger and lust that was her eyes. Finger nails dug into the flesh of his lower back, then raked hard up, leaving bright red marks from ass to his shoulder blades. Another growl exploded from his mouth, his hips instinctively thrust hard down, finally slamming himself fully into her. She took all of him, wanting to take all of him, wanting to feel satisfied, sated, completed. His hips started back, and within a few seconds, he had set a slow, yet strong rhythm, arms corded as he held his torso up off of her, both hands placed to the sides of her chest. At first, only his hips moved, but he would vary, at times his whole body was in motion, as if waves rolled from his feet to his shoulders. Then he would go back to just letting his hips move, thrusting that hard cock into her, the pace quickening, teasing her to the edge of an orgasm, before letting up, and denying her release. In one swift move, she tucked her feet behind his waist, locking them, and tilted to the right, rolling him from on top to underneath, her hips picking up the rhythm and pace where he had left off. Blonde strands of hair plastered themselves to her sweat-slicked form, her legs tucked under her as she rode him hard and fast, the sounds of their love-making filling the room as an audible beat to the rhythm they both were setting, his own hips lifting to counter thrust against her as she would slam herself down, as if impaling herself upon his shaft. Groans and moans turned to grunts and growls, his hands reaching up, at first caressing, then squeezing her breasts, nipples pinched, then slightly twisted before releasing them. Her face was a window into her heart, into her passion. She leaned forward, placing her hands to his chest, her hips and pelvis the only part moving as she started her buildup, eyes closing, her head thrown back. His hands reached down, gripping her hips tightly, and added an extra power to her down-thrust, both of them now moving as if one being. Almost at the exact same time, her moans turned to shrill cries, his name shouted at the top of her lungs, intermingling with unbridled, savage roars. She collapsed onto him, panting, slick with sweat, and smiling in a way he had never seen from her. He kissed her forehead, a gentle touch of lips, then tilted her head to look down into her eyes. The rest of the night was filled with long periods of gentle love-making, or downright feral fucking, broken up with a few minutes of respite, and the occasional drink break. He snapped out of his dream once again, looking to the woman who had literally fucked him senseless, and smiled. She had been just what he had hoped, and lot more, a lady in public, and a hell-cat in the sack. But better yet, he knew, this was just the beginning of something that they both knew was going to be something special. Carefully he rolled onto his side, wrapping his arms around her, and closed his eyes, sleep once more taking him to that first night, and the memories that would stay with him for an eternity. First Night A cold and rainy Saturday in February. The rain is unusually heavy. Instead of the usual "mizzle" that mists the air with tiny, slow-falling droplets, it's pouring in sheets, pattering against the window. It fills my bedroom with a dull and depressing sound. My mood is equally bleak. I'm snuggled in bed, shivering and miserable. I have the heat maxed but it's taking forever for the room to warm up. I'm thinking of you. Even though I've known you for only a few nights, and only through instant messaging, I've really enjoyed chatting with you. I wish I could have you over here in Seattle to climb into bed with me. Brisbane is so far away, and yet I can imagine you slipping beneath the covers, snuggling up to me to ward off the chills. The thought of your touch comforts my mind, but I'm still cold. I get up to go to the linen closet for another blanket. My laptop is on the corner of my bed, still open and powered up. I notice the new mail icon. Reading the email, it takes me a moment to comprehend, and then my heart leaps into my throat. I type a quick reply: Hi Faye, thanks for letting me know about your plans. I know you're busy with business up in Vancouver, but I'm so glad you could get away for a weekend visit. I'll meet you at the train station Friday evening when you arrive, and we'll think of... something to do ;) Love you, Marie I send the email and then think about what I had written. Did I really close the message with an "I love you"? I did. I'm hesitant to admit this to myself, but I really am smitten with you. The days pass slowly; I nearly go insane waiting for the week to pass. Friday finally arrives, and I'm waiting at the station, trying not to pace back and forth in my impatience. The train pulls in and the passengers debark. They stream into the terminal, and I scan the rows of faces. At last I recognize you, and call your name. Your face, already lovely, lights up when you see me. Your embrace is so tight you almost squeeze the breath out of me. Even though I'm a few inches taller than you, you almost lift me up off the floor. I hesitate to let you go, you're so beautiful and I can't stop looking at you. Your eyes are beautiful and I think I'm going to drown in them. We are in public in a crowded Amtrak station and yet I can't help but kiss you. I don't care who sees us or what they think. I love you, Faye. And I can't believe I actually spoke those words. Oh God I hope I didn't freak you out. "I love you too, Marie." You return my kiss and I'm so relieved, I thought I might have lost you already. "Now let's get out of here. I want to go out and find 'something to do'." We leave the station and find a taxi. We arrive at one of my favorite restaurants, the Queen City Grille. We're seated in an intimate booth with high backs and cushy burgundy leather seats. Even though our table is near the middle of the restaurant, we have plenty of privacy. We linger over a dinner of deliciously fresh seafood, and take time to catch up with each other. After dinner we walk to my favorite club. It's a little corner lounge named Tini Bigs. We step inside and find the single free table, in the far corner. There's kind of a catwalk that runs through the middle; we turn more than one head as we walk past the tables full of happy couples and groups and take our seats. It isn't long before our server approaches us for our orders. It's uncanny how our favorite drinks are almost identical. We both order dry martinis, with olives. Yours is vodka, I have gin. We sip our drinks, mostly in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. Our legs brushing against each other, holding hands under the table. I know that I'm pretty clueless in dealing with people, but even I can't mistake the desire that smoulders in your eyes. I call a taxi on my cell phone. The minutes until its arrival stretch out intolerably. Finally it arrives. We run out the door, leaving enough cash on the table to cover our drinks and a generous tip. The driver whisks us up the hill and soon we are in my apartment. I lock the door behind us and don't even bother turning on the lights. Taking you by the wrist, I lead you into my bedroom. The only light is from the brilliantly illuminated city skyline, filling my bedroom with an enchanting pale golden glow. My bed dominates the room, a four-poster made of oak, with a canopy and gauzy hangings between the posts. The mattresses are waist-high to us. A perfect little love nest for us to spend the night. Gathering you in my arms, my free hand reaches behind your head, turning your head toward mine. I press my lips against yours. They're so warm and petal-soft and I swear I felt a spark between us. You return my kiss, sensing my urgency. My lips part, welcoming your tongue as it gently slips between them. My mouth opens further, you are sucking and nibbling on my lips, eliciting a tiny little whimper. Oh Faye, I love the way you kiss, so gentle yet so passionate. My arms encircle your shoulders, crushing you close to me, as I return your kiss with the same fervor. Your hand is sliding up underneath my sweater, running all over my stomach as you cradle me with the other. My fingertips are scratching up and down your back, roaming down your thighs, and trailing over your bottom. "Mmm, don't stop, Marie. It feels so good..." you start pushing my sweater higher as you reach one of my breasts. "Just a moment baby..." as I slip off my sweater, tossing it aside, you sit down on the edge of the bed and unzip the back of my skirt and it falls to my ankles. You beckon me to straddle your lap. I take your hands and guide them back to my breasts as you gaze deep into my eyes. My arms encircle you, my hands slipping under your top, roaming over your back, unsnapping your bra. "Do that..." I whisper in your ear, as you rub my nipple through the sheer fabric as it starts getting hard. You trail kisses down my neck and my chest as your lips lock onto my nipple thru the fabric, rolling your tongue over my nipple, kissing and gently nibbling. My hands are now wandering over your stomach, up to your breasts, lifting both your top and your bra up over your head. They join my sweater on the floor. Holding your breasts now, rolling and squeezing your nipples between thumb and forefinger, felling them grow stiff and erect. My head bending down to kiss them, my lips wandering, seeking your nipples, taking them between my lips and my teeth, until your gentle moans tell me that I'm biting you just hard enough. I push you down onto the bed, pulling you to the middle of the bed, rolling on top of you and looking down at you, admiring your figure, leaning down to kiss you, Your hands drift down my sides and linger at my hips, slowly you lower my panties. Naked, I lay the full length of my body against yours, rubbing our bodies together. My kisses trailing down your face, then your neck, seeking your breasts, as mine hover above your face. You reach up and cradle my breasts, suck one than the other as though I were nursing you, biting the nipples, desiring to have both of them in your mouth. We spend hours like this in slow languid breastplay. It's simply delightful; I never want this to end. It does come to an end, however, when I sense your hand drifting down my body, rubbing my pubic bone, just teasing me, opening my legs a little. I'm pushing my hips against your hand; your fingertip slips between my folds, drawing forth the wetness from deep inside me, the finger moving in long strokes. You feel around for my clitoris and start massaging it. You protest a little as my kisses depart your breasts and trail further down your chest, down your belly, to linger at your navel. Then down even further, stopping only when I reach your panty. The tip of my tongue roams along the waistband. I get your panties off and move down to your vagina. My mouth seeking your womanhood, my tongue tracing your labia, parting the folds to slither deep inside you. You suck in a sharp breath as you feel my mouth on your pussy. Reciprocating, you open my legs and your tongue takes over where your finger left off, your tongue mirroring mine as we pleasure each other. "Faye... my love... you're so wonderful. Please don't stop, I'm so close..." Again we clutch each other tightly, as our bodies tense up and quiver, and then slacken. As our moans and sighs subside, we collapse in each others arms, awash in orgasmic bliss. Your first night in Seattle winds down with the two of us in each other's arms. You drift off to sleep rather quickly; you seem to be exhausted. I am too, but I sleep fitfully, waking often. I find myself instead gazing at your lovely body, aglow with the light from the city skyline. My mind is on fire, every synapse firing with sexual electricity. My hand reaches out to touch you. I know it sounds so clichéd, but I want to wake you for sex. Millimeters away from your beautiful skin, I stop. Gazing at your face, you look so relaxed, so joyful, so happy. I hate to wake you just for my own gratification. But I'm drawn to you. You compel me. Perhaps just this once you'll forgive me for being so selfish... My hand continues, tracing feather-light patters on your thighs. Wake up, love... You stir in your sleep to my touch, turning toward me, still half-asleep, unsure of where you are. Your eyes open halfway, slowly the memories come back to you, and it brings a smile to your beautiful face. You stretch out and reach up, pulling me close to you. I roll you on top of me, kissing you deeply. Sucking on your lower lip as my hands hold on to your ass squeezing it. You are pressing down on me our breasts squashing against each other. The feel of our bodies pressed tightly together is so wonderful. I am getting quite excited, impatient even. I devour your lips and moaning loudly into your mouth. You sense my urgency as I push one knee between your legs and rub our vaginas against one another. Now you are wide-awake and want so much to pleasure me. You roll me off of you and back onto the bed as you get up and crawl down to my tummy. You rest your hands on the insides of my thighs and part them, as far as they will open. I feel so open and exposed and so excited. You pull my labia apart and dive into my wetness lapping every drop of it. You draw my clit out of its fleshy folds take it between your lips. I feel like a bolt of lightning has darted from my clitoris and shot up my spine, setting my brain afire. "Baby... please don't stop..." now you're kneeling between my thighs. You slip two fingers deep inside my pussy and hook them forward a bit, pressing against my pubic bone, and then going up a little higher. Feeling around inside me, you then start pressing down hard. It feels strange and awkward. What are you doing, honey? Oh God, no... Now I feel like I have to pee. I need to disentangle and run to the bathroom. You sense what is happening and press your palm down on my chest, pinning me to the bed. "Faye... I need to get up..." I'm terrified that I'm going to make a mess. I'm feeling so tense and distended in my belly. "No honey, just relax, it'll go away soon." Your voice is both soothing and commanding. "FAYE!!" I'm struggling to free myself. You won't let me go. "Be still, Marie." I'm so mortified; I can't stop from picturing my abject humiliation after I inevitably lose control of my body. Then the awkwardness begins to subside, pleasure taking its place. It's like nothing I've felt before. I draw a sharp breath. You look down on me and smile; you know I'm all yours. I'm holding your free hand in both of mine, the hand that just a moment ago was holding me down, clutching it tightly. Honey, this is like nothing I've felt before. The pleasure is so intense that I'm not sure whether I want you to stop or continue. My whole body stiffens. I'm on the brink of the most intense orgasm I've ever had. You sense this, and massage my G-spot even harder and faster. My moans turn into sobs, then shrieks. Oh Faye, this is so wonderful!! My body is shuddering and I'm contracting around your fingers. I'm not sure, but I think I may have even ejaculated. I've never done that before, my love. Oh Faye, my beautiful lover, you are simply wonderful. The orgasm has subsided, but my body is still quivering. Your fingers are still inside me, moving in rhythm to my ragged breathing, wringing a final little bit of pleasure from me. I don't know if it's an aftereffect of coming so hard or just because I am so happy, but tears are streaming down my cheeks. You move up to my face to kiss the tears away. Holding me tightly as my body slowly settles down and I melt into your arms. I love you so much, Faye. I never want to be without you. I want to spend eternity with you, kissing you and touching you. Making love to you every night and seeing your lovely face the first thing every morning. Even though you have to leave in a few days, I promise you that we both will remember our time together for our entire lives. No matter what happens with our lives after this, we'll always have our weekend in Seattle. First Night The silence of night rang in her ears as she peered at the building, her heartbeat quickening when she saw the shadow dance on the curtain. She turned off the car and nervously smoothed her short, black skirt and tugged on her fishnet, knee-high stockings. She knew what was in store for the night, though she had never had a fantasy become a reality before, so she was uneasy about everything working as planned. She opened the car door and slid her legs out slowly... acutely aware that she was being watched. She tried to calm her nerves and took a deep breath as she crossed the road and started up the steps. The porch light was dark, but she could see a sliver of light through the slightly open front door. She took one last breath then pushed at the door. The room was dimly lit by candles and she glanced around, but couldn't see anyone through the strange shadows the candlelight threw on the walls. She turned and pushed the door closed and just as the latch clicked, she felt a warm breath on her neck and strong arms surrounded her body; firmly commanding her attention with a surprisingly gentle touch. She gasped at her body's betrayal as her mind screamed for her to fight. A whisper demanded she stay perfectly still and as she obeyed, a silk scarf draped across her eyes and was tightened comfortably yet securely, then the gentle arms grasped hers and led her to a different part of the room. She shivered as she no longer felt his touch, but knew he was close by. She felt a slight sensation of fear and anticipation as she felt the same strong hands gently tugging up her skirt, revealing the simple black thong that had been picked out earlier in the day along with the rest of her outfit. She suppressed a smile as the thought passed her mind that there was really no point in spending so much time looking the part, her clothes were the least important thing this night. She was brought back to reality as she was pushed onto a cold, hard surface, her breath catching in her throat as her mostly bare skin touched the seemingly frozen metal. She leaned back tentatively and was relieved to find a similar surface, telling her it was a simple metal folding chair. She felt his hands caress her calves as he tied her ankles to the legs of the chair, then he moved to her wrists as she started to worry that things may get out of hand. Once each knot was secure, he left her to wait for a few minutes as he gathered a few items. Though he was only away from her for moments, it felt like an eternity of waiting. Her body started betraying her anticipation and she found herself adjusting on the chair that was just beginning to take on some of her body's warmth. She was concentrating on her own thoughts so intently, she didn't hear his return. She felt his hot breath on her neck and she ached to feel his lips, his tongue, but it never came. She stretched her neck in his direction, but he moved away silently and a whimper escaped her lips, letting her disappointment be known. His hands ran over her still clothed shoulders and followed the curve of her breasts, gently pinching her nipples to test her reaction. As she quickly let out the breath she didn't know she was holding, she could sense him smile with approval. He toyed with the buttons for a little while, and then his own anticipation betrayed him as he began pulling at the shirt until the last button was free. He pushed the shirt over her shoulders and down her arms and she felt the top of the icy chair on her shoulder blades. His fingers traced the line of her bra, instantly making her nipples hard and she suddenly felt constricted by the fabric, though she was only contained by one simple clasp. As if reading her mind, he deftly unfastened the clasp with a single hand, freeing her to feel the cool air on her bare skin. He pushed the bra over her shoulders, along the same path of her shirt, and she realized that her own clothes would help hold her to this chair until he was satisfied with her. She felt something soft tickling her collarbone, making small circles that heightened her skin's awareness to touch. She felt a similar sensation caressing the curve of her breast. Her back unconsciously arched just slightly under the stroke of what she concluded was a light feather. She heard the guttural moan that he could not contain which betrayed his own enjoyment and she felt her own satisfaction at being able to please him. The feathers traced the curves of her body, leaving a trail of chill-bumps that made her lip quiver. Soon they found the inside of her thighs. She subconsciously tried to protect her warmth by allowing her knees to reach towards each other, but he stopped them with a sharp smack to her inner thigh. She was so taken aback by this that her legs unintentionally spread wider, and that was the only invitation he needed. Before she could say a word, he dropped to the floor and pushed her knees out as far as they would go. She soon felt his hot breath making a way closer to her opening and she felt herself melt into the chair and lift her pelvis to meet his mouth. His tongue danced over her velvety lips, caressing them gently before sucking both into his mouth. She moaned his name and started to match his tongues rhythm with her hips. He slid his hands under her and lifted her just slightly from the chair as he buried his face between her legs. She longed to wrap her legs around his neck and shoulders, to keep him pressed tightly against her as he devoured every drop of moisture that escaped. She writhed in pleasure as he tasted her clit and began to slide a finger inside. First one... then two... then she silently begged for more. She wanted more than his fingers. She knew he was just as ready to feel her around him, because he started to rise and slowly pulled at her blindfold. He stood in front of her in the dim room and she bit her lip as he stroked himself. She hadn't realized that he had on no clothes as he pleasured her. She watched his hand glide over his shaft and could feel her own muscles contracting at the thought of him filling her. She whispered one word. "Please." His smile betrayed him for a brief moment as he began untying her ankles, but instead of reaching to release her hands, he raised her legs up, and then folded her heels against her thighs, making sure she was comfortable. His hands gently, yet firmly pushed her folded knees to her chest, then outward as he took a step closer. She felt the tip of him toying with her and she whimpered as he started to push himself deeper. He did it so slowly, with such control, that she thought she would go out of her mind. Her entire being ached to feel him completely inside of her. He guided the last inch into her glove and marveled at how well he fit. They both were still for a few long moments. Basking in the heat radiating from their bodies; gazing at each other in a single awestruck moment that would be etched in their memories forever. And then they danced.