0 comments/ 17663 views/ 3 favorites For Her By: irishm I know you've had a long day. Friday is always the longest day for you. You are left with the most work, and you must often stay late to finish it. I don't like it, but I know how much you love your job. I admire that quality about you. I love you, and I want to be supportive. Tonight is going to be your night, and it is going to special. You call me before you leave, like you always do. I put my plan into action. As I prepare, I think about all the things you like the most. All the tiny little things that make you the happiest. I look forward to seeing just how much you will enjoy them. I have everything set. Everything is perfect. I hear the hum of your car from outside. I watch you from the window coming up the walk. I always like the watching the quiet moments on your face. You are smiling. It warms me inside that you look forward to seeing me. I meet you at the door. I say nothing. I just look into your eyes and smile. I take your bag, and set it on the table. I help you with your coat. You look at me inquisitively. You wonder what I am up to. I kiss you on the forward, and take your hand. I lead you down the hall. Every room is filled with candle light. I have a light smooth Jazz playing on the stereo. You're favorite incense is burning. You are smiling wider. You start to talk but I but my finger to your lips. You get that look in your eye, that look that first melted me inside. I can't explain it to anyone, which is fine. It is the way I feel for you and you only. I keep leading you down the hall to the bathroom. I have a warm bath drawn and ready for you. You love to take hot baths when you need to relax the most. Candles surround the tub. You're favorite bath bubbles foam up over the edge. You are starting to glow with the anticipation of what I have prepared for you. I start to unbutton your blouse, as I gaze into your face. You try to help and I stop you. I tell you that everything will be done for you tonight. You will not do anything. This is for you. Just for you. I have your blouse off and I am unhooking your bra. I gently kiss the back of your neck as I pull the straps off your shoulders. Even after working all day - you still smell wonderful. You start to ball up from the sensation of my kisses. I whisper relax in your ear. I unbutton your skirt and slide it down your legs. I let you balance you hand on my shoulders as help you step out of it. Still on my knees, I reach up and slip your panties down your legs. I love the underwear you have. Never too frilly, but not too simple. Always very flattering to your curves. You stand naked before me. I remember how shy you used to be. It took you awhile to trust me enough to be this intimate with you. Now you stand before me in all of your beauty, without hesitation at all. I take your hand and help you step into the tub. You sink slowly into the haze of bubbles. You let out a sigh as you rest your head against the small bath pillow I have laid out for you. I let you soak for a minute as I brush your hair back from your face. I take your bath mit and start to smooth the bubbles across your shoulders and chest. You close your eyes. I work the mit down into the water and around your body. I love to touch you. I study the reaction on your face as I massage your entire body. Slowly. Smoothly. Your face gives off a thousand subtle expressions with every inch. I know you like how I touch you. I run my hand up and down your legs. I tease you a little by brushing up between your legs. Not too much. Just enough to send a sensation up your body. Just enough for now. I let you drift in the water. I sit back and watch you for a moment. You look into my eyes. You are pleased. You are feeling special. This is only the beginning. I leave you for a awhile to get the second part of your evening set. I think about your face the entire time. The look of complacency. The look of pleasure. The looks I strive to get from you. Making you feel special makes me feel special. I return to the room a few minutes later. You are gently swaying in the water. I ask you if you are ready to get out. You reach your hand out to me, and I help you rise up. I take your favorite fluffy towel and drape you in it. I dry you as you step out onto the bath mat. I hold you as I run my hands through the towel. I don't want you to be cold. The gentle embrace soaks the water from your skin. I hold you tight in the the embrace of the towel. I have your bathrobe ready. I drape it around your body. I tie it around your waist, and give you a soft kiss. You thank me. I tell you that there is more. I take you into the living room. I have a blanket laid out on the floor. In the middle of the blanket there is a bottle of your favorite wine and a plate of fruits. You survey the small feast in front of you, as I sit you down. You reach for a strawberry, but I remind you to do nothing. I sit next you. I pick the strawberry up and place it to your lips. You grin and take a slow bite of it. Your eyes never leave mine. I feed more pieces of fruit to you. You are really into it now. You try to be more seductive with each bite. I poor you a glass of wine and I gently hold it as you take sips from it. As hard as I try to prevent it, a few drips roll down your chin to your chest. I lean over and lick the wine from your skin. You recline to make sure I have full access to your neck and chest. You shift around to make your robe open a little. I pick up a piece of melon and slide it up between your exposed cleavage. I expose a breast to run the melon around your nipple. Following the fruit with my tongue, I start kissing up your neck. I place the fruit in my teeth and move toward your lips. Playing along, you bite the other end of the piece. Our lips meet as the melon gets chewed away. We share a passionate kiss in the juice of the fruit. I pull back smiling, as you finish chewing. I continue to cater until you have had your fill. I take your hand again to lead you into the bedroom. You stand in the door amazed. The soft light of the candles dance across the smooth satin bed sheets I have bought for us. You run your finger along them as I start to untie your robe. You are beaming right now as I turn you around. I ask you to lie down. You slide down across the sheets. You roll your entire body across the surface. I had set your favorite lotion on the night stand - the lotion that gives the slight cooling sensation on your skin. I sit next to your body and squeeze some lotion into my hands. I begin to rub it into your skin. I smooth the lotion onto your skin. You keep yourself so well. You have the softest skin of anyone I have ever touched. The cooling starts to set in. I encourage you to roll into the sheets. You start to slowly move about on the bed. The heightened sensation makes you wither in pleasure. I keep rubbing your exposed skin as you move about. Your movements are graceful yet raw. Every touch creates a stir. You are very excited at this point. Your nipples are swollen and stiff. Your breathing is heavy and coarse. You are at the mercy of my touch, and your body moves in and out of my hands. Now that your body is flush with sensation, I run my hands across your swollen nipples. They dig into my palms as I begin to circle your breasts. So soft - yet so firm, your breasts mold into my hands. I bend down to take your stiffened pink nip into my mouth. I suckle it between my lips before gently biting down with my teeth. You let out a soft groan from your pursed lips. I twirl your other nipple between my thumb and fore finger. You thrust your hips upward. Don't worry, I intend to satisfy you soon. I kiss down your rib cage across your stomach. I stop near your belly button. I circle my tongue in your cute little inny. You giggle with an exasperated breathe. I curve down past your belly. The skin gets hotter and more sensitive as I get closer to your sex. My tongue begins to split the hairs of your well trimmed pubic area. I let my hands slip down your body, giving you one last thrill before I dive in between your sweet folds. Your legs spread outward giving me full access to your hot spot. I lick up and down and around the outside of your swollen lips. you whither and skip a breath. Your body skips up from the bed wanting me to give you more. I push my whole face into you as my mouth does the stimulation. I work and work to find all the right places to pleasure you. I stiffen and relax my tongue around your clitoris. When I wiggle it you grab the sheets in your fists. My hands firmly hold your hips, keeping your pelvis in place as your chests heaves up and down in quick breathes. I know it is coming. I can feel it in your heartbeat. I am so very close to you. This is as intimate as two people can be. We are one with your excitement. I carefully react to your whimpers. I look up at your gorgeous body. I watch your face. You are so beautiful. The world has stopped for this moment. This single awesome moment. Deep inside your body, the tremor begins. A low moan builds to a powerful shriek. You freeze for a single moment before you scream out in ecstasy. The wave of orgasm radiates throughout your body. Each shutter is followed by a yelp of pleasure. I continue to french kiss your private area to extend your experience. You peak while sitting straight up. You fall back onto the bed in full satisfaction. I gently kiss between your legs, as you sigh with relief. You thank me. I crawl up beside you to embrace you. You ask me if I need anything, and I tell you no. This was all for you. Just for you. You only. You smile back at me as you snuggle into my embrace. I watch you fall to sleep. You are nearly purring with love and security. I know you are happy, and that is why I do it for you. Just for you. For Her It had been a long day...the bitter cold snow, the driving wind the frozen mud and the endless forest. He still wondered why he chose logging as a profession. The hours are terrible the conditions awful. The only thing that seemed to make it worthwhile was the loving arms of his amazing wife. Although she worked, she was home every night when he got home. Today would be different though, he was home early...he had planned the whole afternoon and evening. He would get home at 2:00, get a hot shower to thaw out and then cook a romantic dinner of Chicken Marsalis, a salad, and just the right bottle of wine. As he undressed in the bathroom he smiled at the thought of spending the evening looking into the eyes of his personal dream come true. To think he almost went through life without her was a painful thought he tried hard to ignore. The shower was on and the room was quickly filling with steam, the stereo in the bedroom was playing a mix of mellow music his wife called his "muse music." As he stood in the shower, water pelting his back and neck, he gave in to his weariness. He had plenty of time before she would be home, he could lay here in the tub with the hot water hitting his chest and torso and nap for a minute. He had fallen asleep like this before and when the water turned cold he would wake up. He grabbed a towel from the rack and put it behind his neck as he reclined in the tub. The water felt wonderful, the steam felt better and his mind began to drift. He wasn't quite sleeping, but had definitely reached the point of being able to see what he was thinking about. As he drifted in and out he thought he heard a noise but refused to open his eyes. That is until the water falling on him suddenly stopped. Not turned off, but redirected. It was now landing on his legs as if something was blocking the flow of water. He slowly opened one eye...and indeed, something was blocking the water. Standing above him was the backside of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her face was towards the stream of water and all he could see was back, butt and legs...although it was a site to behold. He pretended to sleep as she turned and reached for the soap. He had always enjoyed watching her shower although she often resisted his gaze in a ridiculous claim of her not being pretty enough, or skinny enough, or whatever enough. The grin he was fighting was winning and he hoped she wouldn't notice it as she rinsed her breasts and began to shave her legs. With each leg lifted in turn, he had a wonderful view of that special place he liked to go. As she finished her ritual she looked down at the pretended sleeper. She ran one toe down the inside of his leg she asked "enjoy the show?" He opened his eyes fully now and tried to hide the boyish grin on your face. "How'd you know..." he began as she ran her big toe along the side of what had given him away. "Oh, yeah," he grinned. "I guess that was a dead giveaway." "It doesn't look very dead to me," she commented as he rose to his feet. Their bodies met as he put his arms around her and savored her presence. After all this time she felt amazing beneath his touch. Her soft skin, her rounded hips, and those endless pools of passionate green eyes, he decided then and there that there was no other place on earth he'd rather be. She ran her hands down his face she commented on the fact that we could use a shave, "ya know, this tends to tickle my thighs...mind if I shave it off?" He gladly consented to her control and enjoyed the feel of her hands moving over his face. She was careful and methodical as she lathered his face and began to work. "Stop grinning or I'm going to knick you," she scolded. He was trying not to, but the look of concentration on her face was making it hard. Finishing her task, she rinsed his face with warm water and rubbed her cheek against his. "Mmmmmmmmm, that's nice," she cooed. As he stepped from the shower intending to drip dry over the pile of clothes on the floor she stopped him with a hand on his arm. Handing him the razor she asked, "care to return the favor?" "I'd be glad to, but didn't I just watch you shave your legs" he questioned? "I wasn't thinkin about my legs," she replied with that devilish grin he enjoyed so much. "Oh my," was all he could say as his mind drifted back to the first time she had mentioned this idea. At the time he had no idea that she would ask him to perform such an intimate and delicate act. "Oh my indeed," she responded as she sat on the edge of the tub and offered an open view of the project at hand. "I have no idea where to start," he said nervously. "Don't worry; I'll walk you through it. First, you need to get some soap and get me all lathered up," she offered while handing him the soap. He dropped to his knees and proceeded to follow every direction to the letter. He was beginning to enjoy what he was doing when he noticed her breathing had changed, her eyes had closed and her head was thrown back. "Um...am I doing it right," he asked in mock seriousness. He couldn't understand a word she said but continued moving his fingers until a little shudder ran through her body. She quickly regained her composure and gave him his next instructions. While continuing to work he commented, "I bet that doesn't happen when you're doing this yourself." In a silky voice she answered, "I bet it does." This took him slightly by surprise but he liked it...a lot. As he finished up the task at hand he couldn't help but plant a tender kiss where he knew she would enjoy it. Showered and shaved they moved from the bathroom to the kitchen. "Now what," she asked. "Well, unless you want to skip dinner, I need to get cooking." She sat at the kitchen table in her loose silk robe. She truly contemplated skipping dinner and everything else in his life to be consumed by her love for him. "Well...you could sit there drinking wine while I prepare an amazing meal," he offered. She gladly agreed to be his living art although she was still getting used to the fact that he truly did find her so beautiful. She watched as he moved around the kitchen. She tried to put words to what she was seeing; graceful but not feminine, comfortable but not completely, masculine but not cumbersome. There was a conservation of movement combined with a sense of purpose. It was times like these she allowed her mind to wander, back to their reunion; the way they stared, the disbelief, the instant level of comfort. Her second glass of wine on an empty stomach had begun to affect her and she was enjoying that fuzzy feeling. Although, truth be told, since they had been together she had been feeling fuzzy a majority of the time. At first it was a constant state of sexual arousal, but a feeling of utter contentment had been added to it lately and she knew she had finally found the thing for which she had searched. Her daydream was broken as she heard his voice, "are you going to eat or just keep looking off into space with that silly grin on your face?" As if by magic, before her on the table was a steaming meal that smelled wonderful. Her taste buds were rewarded as she began to eat. Although the food was delicious, it was obvious they both had other things on their minds. "Leave the dishes, I will get them later..." were the only words he spoke as he took her by the hand and lead her to the living room. "Tonight is for you," he whispered, "before the sun rises you will know what it is like to be loved and adored; you will have been given great pleasure and will have felt the joy of pleasing another." He led her to the blanket on the floor in front of the fire. Instructed to do so, she lay down on her stomach while he dimmed the lights and turned on some soft jazz. He knelt beside her and ran his fingers through her hair. Using the tips of all ten fingers he began to massage her scalp. The tension of the day drained from her body and she began to float. His words a soothing comfort to her soul. His hands moved down her neck and seemed to share their heat with each of her muscles. Each arm...from shoulder to finger tips. Gentle kisses at her wrists. Oil warmed between his palms created a slippery mess. He began to stroke her back from top to bottom, each side of her spine, he did not miss a spot. His hands then found the swell of her bottom. She was melting from within, moving down each leg, his hands so warm and strong. Kneading every muscle, relaxing every care, he had helped her find the place of total relaxation. Gentle kisses behind each knee. It seemed to tickle and tantalize her at the same time. Ending at each foot he held them in his hand. She felt his movement turning her as she moved onto her back. Starting at her ankles he slowly kissed his way up each leg as he moved back and forth between them. His progress slowed as he reached her thighs. Her legs seemed to spread of their own accord. He made it a point to rub his clean shaved face against her thighs. His slowness was driving her crazy. She wanted to feel his lips against her skin. She wanted his tongue on her...in her. He slowly found his way up to her lips with the tip of his tongue...so smooth...so silky...so sensual. He gently spread her wider. His tongue delving deeper he began to drive her crazy. Faster ...then slower...harder then softer and finally after having avoided until now, he gently took that secret button between his lips and circled with his tongue. His hands all over her body, his hot breath, his wet lips, and his tireless attention finally set her free. As she arched her back and grabbed his head she felt pure pleasure. A rushing sense of completion over took her body and caused explosions in her mind. She was lost in pleasure, floating free from time and space. Everything but he and she had vanished from the world. Her lover, her friend, the man of her dreams, the keeper of her soul, hers and only hers to be shared with no one from this moment on. He lifted himself from between her thighs and kissed her deeply on the lips. Their tongues colliding playfully, each in turn sucking the others tongue into their mouth. Slowly her breathing returned to normal, her body relaxed and lazy. "That was...magnificent," she purred, "but it's not quite fair. That's two for me and none for you." Sitting beside her on the floor he asked, "Did you have something in mind?" She responded in a playful tone, "OH Dear Me...it would appear I have spilled some oil on my chest," as she slowly drizzled it on each breast and the valley in between. "What ever shall we do with such a slippery mess?" He was mesmerized by the sight of her glistening skin as she meticulously massaged the oil onto her exceptional breasts. He knelt with one knee on each side of her, his hands on the couch above her head for balance. His excitement was obvious as she pressed her splendid orbs together around his length. The smile on her face combined with the words coming from her lovely mouth sent him reeling down a tunnel of pleasure. Within minutes he had found a release of his own and she was visibly pleased that she could cause such things to happen. He rolled to one side of her and relaxed in utter contentment. Slowly running her finger through the warm residue on her chest she said, "I've heard this is good for your skin...makes a great moisturizer too" as she brought her finger to her lips and covered them with a coating of the slippery liquid. Returning her finger to her chest she caught his eye, as if trying to read his face, and studied him as she gathered another finger full of the gift he had left on her chest. He could read the question in her eye and felt as though he knew what she intended on doing. He tried to offer consent with nothing more than the look on his face. She slowly brought her finger to his lips and looked for any sign of refusal. Seeing none, she proceeded to gently trace his lips...first the outside...then the inside...her finger moving around his tongue. Although neither could explain it, this was an extremely erotic experience. As if by magnetic attraction their lips came closer, each smelling and tasting of the other, they joined together to produce an intoxicating combination. The kiss was passionate, the feelings overwhelming, even more so because they both knew, without any question, that they each were feeling identical feelings for one another. To be loved and accepted, unconditionally, was something that neither had felt in quite some time. Relaxing on the floor, he slow ran his finger tips over her body. Up and down her arm, around each breast, through the valley, around her belly button and back up to her face. Her beautiful face, so expressive, so bright and open, so full of life, tracing each part he reveled in the fact that she had freely given herself to him. "Hungry," he asked. "Sort of," she groaned as she stretched. "Well, I bet I have something you'll devourer." She had anticipated this to be an innuendo of a sexual type, but to her surprise he jumped to his feet and disappeared to the kitchen. Upon his return he found her sitting on the couch, orange silk robe barely covering her body. In his hands was a covered serving dish which he set on the table in front of her. "Ready," he asked. "Will I like it," she teased. "Do you like ice cream?" She nodded her head. "Do you like chocolate?" Another nod of her head. "Do you like cheerios?" She rolled her eyes. As he lifted the cover she was delighted. Setting before her was the definition of decadent. Two peaks of chocolate cake packed with six types of chocolate, including chocolate mousse, fudge icing and chocolate shavings. Surrounded by two scoops of vanilla bean ice cream and real whipped cream...but no sign of any cheerios. They ate slowly and quietly, watching each other intently. He couldn't help but laugh as she proceeded to lick the plate clean. Pulling the plate from her face, he wasn't sure if she was aware of the chocolate dot on the tip of her nose. "Well, I take it you liked," he asked. "I did," she replied. "Well why don't we find somewhere to get comfy together," he suggested. "As you wish," she said with a grin. He took her hand and they made their way to the bedroom. For Her I grab you from behind, swiftly covering your mouth, and whisper in your ear that if you scream I'll hurt you. Your hot breath against my hand makes my cock pulse just a little, and as you struggle against me you can feel it growing against the top of your arse. With my stiff cock prodding into you, you reach behind your back and rub your fingers across the front of my jeans, groaning deeply as you feel the entire length, marveling at its thickness, terrified of what it will do to your cunt. I let go of your mouth, and your body trembles as I start to kiss and bite your neck hard, my hands move down to grab your breasts, mauling them through your shirt. You are whimpering now, and I rip your top into pieces to give me easier access to your heavy breasts. Your nipples are hard, I wonder if it's the cold in here, or are you just starting to enjoy this? I begin to play with your nipples roughly, tweaking and pinching, your breathing is heavy and low, my teeth still sinking into your neck, sending a shiver right through you. I notice your fingers are still on the front of my jeans, gripping my hard cock firmly now, and you gasp as you feel it throb against your hand. I start to slap and play with your magnificent breasts with one hand, whilst the other sneaks down your body, and into your thong. Even I am surprised at how wet you are. I whisper in your ear what a filthy slut you are, to be so wet for me, describing all the dirty things I'm going to do to you, my thumb just brushing your clit as my finger enter your cunt, curling upwards, forcing you to ride two of my fingers intensely but not too fast. With every word I pour into your ear, I can feel your clit throb, and you push start your arse back against me, trying to get my cock to pulsate against your arse again. You start to cry and beg me to let you cum, the tears running down your face as the juice runs down your thighs. You cry because you're so shocked at how much you need me to make you cum, how much you want me to force you to cum on my fingers. You're begging through the tears, pleading with me just not to stop. I grab your throat with my other hand and pull you closer, and command you to cum all you want, you little whore, my thumb toying with your clit as my fingers curl up deep inside your cunt, hitting your g-spot. I spit the words into your ear; "Have you ever had somebody spread your legs and just breathe on your clit? Teasing you, a little jolt of pleasure going through you, as the tension builds before they finally put their tongue onto your clit, and your back arches as feel their fingers explore your pussy? Had a man spend hours exploring you with his tongue, slowly moving up your legs, biting the inside of your thighs, making you wetter and wetter, before toying with your clit and making you cum again and again?" My words have pushed you over the edge, and you let out a long deep moan like an animal, and start to shudder and convulse against my body as you cum all over my hand, the hot, sticky liquid flooding my fingers and your thong. I bring my fingers up to your face, and you inhale the scent of your cum on my fingertips, filling your nose with the aroma of your cunt, enthralled at your sweet smell, you must taste it. You stick out your tongue and try to lick my fingers, and I laugh and whisper in a slow, but lustful voice, that sluts don't get to lick, they only get to suck, and so I shove my fingers into your mouth. The taste is addictive, and soon my hand is totally free of your juices. You feel like such a slut, sucking and savouring your own juices off my hand; a rush of confusion hits you as you realise you've been stroking your rapist's cock through the thin fabric of his jeans, knowing in your head how long and thick his cock must be, and how incredible it will feel inside you. You hear the zip of my jeans and start to quiver, it seemed big before, but at least it was caged. You know it's going to look huge now. I even take anything off; I just pull it out of the fly, the thickness resting in my hand. You can feel my cock right against your arse and it's so nasty and wrong that it's making you so wet. You look down at yourself in disgust, your top is in tatters, and your thong is so wet that it's sticking to your cunt lips. Your mind is racing as you come down from your orgasm, you realise that you are going to have to pleasure me, in all of the dirty ways I desire. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through your nipples and down to your cunt. I grab you by your hips and pull you over to the desk at the side of your room, right next to the window. You squeal as I kick your legs apart, bending you over, forcing your hands onto the desk. I tell you that if you move I'll punish you, so you stay rooted to the spot out of sheer terror, yet your juices are running down the inside of your thighs and the air smells of your cunt. I push your panties down to your ankles and spread your legs wider apart; your panties are so wet they literally rip at the front, and I laugh again, smacking your arse hard with my palm, telling you how much of slut you are for my cock. I pick up the torn panties and sniff them, saying how wet you must be, and how good your cunt smells. You stay silent, totally ashamed at how aroused you feel, your nipples are so hard and your clit throbs so much you just want me to touch you, to make you cum again. You realise what a whore you must look, bent over a desk with your legs spread, your cunt juice slick on your legs, clothes torn and quivering with anticipation. Your mind is swimming with ideas; is he going to rape me? With that big cock? With that thick, long, stiff cock that throbs just right? Oh fuck, will it even be rape? Endorphins shooting off in your brain, making your cunt yearn for more stimulation, to crave a thick cock inside you. Suddenly you feel my tongue at your arse, slowly circling your tightest and naughtiest hole. My fingers have crept back into your cunt, still so wet from your orgasm, the feeling of my tongue in your arse and my fingers in your cunt is making you feel stuffed; you secretly pull one hand to your chest and start to pinch and twist your nipples. You feel my tongue lick and enter your most private hole, it's so dirty and perverted, and you're dripping onto the desk. I start to fuck you with my tongue, as my fingers find your clit again and you half collapse when I start to gently brush against it. I stop and grab your hands off your tits, and force you to hold open your arsecheeks, telling you that if you relax I'll spank you so hard you'll scream. I bend you further over, your aching nipples against the cold wood of the desk, your arse and legs spread. I continue my assault on your arse, which allows me to force three fingers deep inside your cunt, exploring it with my fingertips. The moment you feel me pinch your clit you moan loudly, telling me how good that feels, and your hands relax for just a second. My palm hits you immediately, a sharp pain on your arsecheek that sends a jolt of pleasure and pain straight to your cunt and clit. You quickly spread your cheeks again, apologizing for being so insolent. I can feel how close you are to cumming, your hips grinding against the desk, trying to get my fingers deeper inside your cunt, my tongue further in your arse. You're moaning louder than before, moaning like a whore, and then whimpering as you cum on my fingers again. Your body shudders, the cum is running down my fingers, out of your cunt and down your legs, your thighs are slick with your juices. I continue to gently finger your pussy, letting you ride out the orgasm for a little while longer on my hand. You're frightened as you hear me stand up behind you, knowing what I'm going to do next. I stroke my cock a couple of times to get it to its full stiffness. You can feel my cock at the entrance to your cunt, as you're only now truly aware of its size. As I force the first few inches in you moan as the thickness pushes against the inside of your hot, wet, tight cunt. Your hand is a blur on your clit as I work my cock into you, until with one hard thrust I push the entire length in, and you hear me moan for the first time. You've never felt so completely full before, it's not the good length, it's the amazing thickness of it, stretching you, hitting all your nerves inside in your cunt. You know this is going to good. I whisper in your ear to beg me to fuck you. You whimper and moan as I pull my throbbing cock out of you totally, before shoving back into you, your whole body shakes and your heavy tits swing as I begin to fuck you. In the quietest voice you ask me to fuck you. I spank your arse hard and tell you to beg. You begin to get that familiar feeling, your clit is twitching and your cunt is flowing with juice. My hand grabs the back of your hair and you arch your back, as you scream for me to fuck you. "Oh please, just fuck me. Fuck me like a slut, I'm your slut, I'm your fucking cumslut whore. Make me cum, make me cum on your big thick cock, I'm yours, I'm yours." Yours words make me even more aroused, and as the smell of your wetness hits my nostrils, I start to really pound your cunt, fucking you harder and faster, my cock slamming in and out of your wet cunt, one hand grabbing your hair, the other mauling your breasts. You lean on one arm and with the other rub your clit furiously. You've never been so wet and horny before. Your words get filthier and louder as you feel yourself start to cum for me. "Fuck my cunt; make me cream on your cock. I've never been so wet for anyone else; you're my fucking master, this cunt is yours now, all yours. Just please make me cum, make me cum on your big fat dick, I'm your slut. Oh fuck, fuck! FUCK!! I'M CUMMING!!!" Your words become screams and guttural moans as you cum all over my cock, your juices running down my shaft and onto my balls. Your cunt is convulsing on my cock, I can feel your cunt spasm on my cock, my balls tighten and I know I'm going to cum. I shout at you how close I am, and in your post-orgasm shudders you beg me to cum in you. I fuck you as hard and fast as I can, like a wild animal, my cock pounding into you, shaking the whole room. I grab your throat and pull you back, your head turns and I put my tongue in your mouth as I shoot inside you, load after load of my cum inside your cunt. As our orgasms subside, I pull out of you and turn you to face me. Biting your lip, you whisper in my ear; "Thank you, that was incredible." For Her It was hard to believe that the day he had been dreaming of was finally really going to happen. When they had met in the chat room online he had only hoped for someone to talk with, perhaps share some erotic stories and mutual masturbation time with. But then he had met her; somehow from all the people in the room she stood out, even though he tried to get her attention she remained aloof, apart… It had begun as sort of an experiment, a way to make his life fuller, and it was fun. When Angel appeared in the room it changed for him, she was so alive, so vibrant that she drew him like a moth to a flame. As he first tried to talk to her Angel was firm, she knew what she wanted and where she was headed, and what she hoped for to accompany her. Somehow in their first talk she felt his heart open to her, and knew that he was the man she had been searching for, but he was taken and that was not for her, where could they go from here…. They talked for what seemed like weeks, growing to know and become comfortable with each other, and each found that they looked forward to these talks more than anything else in their lives. In such a short time she had become the focus of his being, he had others how was this possible? Angel fought against his pull; she felt drawn to him but wanted to be his only… And then one night while talking, he suddenly took her, kissing away her thoughts of resistance, loving her and cyber-kissing away all thoughts of others. They were joined the next day, and then they were one, together forever, all others gone and forgotten, just the two of them, loving and needing each other. The distance between them felt as though it was nonexistent when they spoke, they were as one, but then reality would interfere and they were far apart, in their different worlds. But now it was September, and after much planning and thought they had arranged for Angel to come across the many miles and putting the real world aside they would be together, in life, for a week in the fantasy world of Las Vegas. Angel had told her family she was going to visit her good friend, Barbara in Arizona and that together the two of them would see the Grand Canyon and then Las Vegas. As her plane landed she was torn, between her feelings of love for Master and almost a dread of the uncertainty. But now the ground was there, and the plane was rolling up to the jet way, the doors opening and Master awaited. Angel stood and began to gather her things, then taking a deep breath began down the aisle and out to the terminal. The stewardess smiled and thanked her for flying with them as she walked into the terminal; it was a swirling mass of humanity, noise and confusion all around her. At the top of the ramp Angel stopped and began to look around, she sensed more than saw someone looking at her, holding a sign “ANGEL”. As she turned and began to walk towards him Angel recognized that it was Master waiting for her. He was as his photos and letters had described and more, he was real and waiting for her… Her heart was pounding, she began to walk towards him when she saw his face light up, his smile was directed at her and she felt the love from him radiating to her like a sun, warming her. She felt his eyes as though they were twin lasers, reaching into her soul, reading her thoughts, her doubts then erasing them and drawing her to him. Angel approached and when she was close Master smiled and in his soft yet firm voice said, “Welcome my love” and hugged her close. Angel forgot all the doubts, fears and thoughts, she knew that this was her destiny, where she belonged, protected and knew the love he felt for her. The people bustled and banged around them as they stood locked together, his arms around her, holding and loving her. Master pulled back, smiled and said simply “Come my love”. Master led her to the baggage claim area, they got her suitcase and then he led her out, into the adventure that her life was about to become. When they got to the parking lot Master led Angel to a large truck parked there, it was dark blue and the windows were dark tinted, you couldn’t see inside of it. After putting the luggage in the back, Master opened the rear side door and said “Get in love, you and I have something to take care of before we go anywhere else or do anything else”. Angel steps into the truck, it is dark and cool, Master gets in the other side. Before she can react he pulls her to him, kissing her lips, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. His touch is like electricity, going from her mouth to her hard nipples to her already soaking wet pussy and swollen clit. His touch has set her afire in an instant. She can feel his need and knows that he will have her here and now, hard and fast. He pulls her shirt up and pulls her bra up over her breasts, needing to feel, see and taste her nipples; to sample their hardness and feel her breath against his neck as he suckles and bites them. He presses against her and she feels her legs spread at his touch. He runs his hand down between her legs and presses hard against her, her heat transferring through the cloth, her pussy hot, wet, her need apparent. He quickly unbuttons and unzips her jeans, his fingers must be in her; stroking, rubbing her pussy and clit. She lifts her hips, sliding her jeans off as he begins to finger her, using one then two fingers as he feels her open to him. He pushes her hand down to his hard cock; she feels his hardness through his pants, pulsing with need for her. Fingering her harder and deeper, kissing and sucking her nipples, she opens his fly and lets his cock out. Her hands full with his hardness, knowing that he has dreamed and wanted to be with you more than anything else in life. He pulls you over on top of him and his cock slides into her waiting pussy like a hand into a glove, fitting together so well, so perfectly. He loves being inside of her, and has wanted her for so long. He immediately begins to thrust and stroke inside of her, his cock filling her, her pussy gripping and sliding up and down his cock as she rides him. He feels her begin to cum almost immediately, gushing over him, and he is so close as well, the time spent waiting to be with her, the joy at finally being with her. He holds her close as he begins to spurt, filling her with his hot cum as he climaxes deep inside of her, looking deep into your eyes, loving her, needing her…. Holding her close, he can’t believe how good she feels, how right they are together. They dress and Master helps her into the front seat, and then drives her away from the airport and into their adventure together. They chat about nothing as he drives, just enjoying being together and letting the tension that had built dissolve. Through the windows you see the commotion the savage frenzy that is Las Vegas, the town is wild, people everywhere, overflowing the sidewalks, spilling out of the casinos, crowds everywhere you look. She feels the truck slow and then notices that they are turning into the driveway of the large casino she had been looking at. The truck pulls to a stop at the valet station, Master has a bellboy take the bags. Master then has her step from the truck and she sees the grand entrance awaiting them. The doors are golden, the crowds are milling around, master takes her hand to lead her inside. The cool darkness is welcome after the desert heat; she stands gazing around at the splendor that surrounds her. The entryway is tile, as far as she can see the grand casino floor is alive with light, sound and people. The slot machines whirl and clank, lights flashing, bells ringing, the cocktail waitresses in skimpy g-string outfits wander around, the people seem mesmerized by all the noise and wonder. Master has been waiting and seeing she has absorbed the scene again pulls her hand and leads her through the throngs of people to the elevators that will take them to their suite. The guards recognize Master, and nod to him in deference, stopping the people following them and allowing them privacy on the elevator. Master smiles at her and she realizes that she has been trembling. The doors open on the 28 floor and Master leads you down the hall to your room. The bellman has opened the door and curtains and has set the bags in the master bedroom, Master tips him and with a knowing wink he leaves, closing the doors behind him. The city is at her feet, wonderful and flowing. Master clears his throat behind her, and says, “You may bathe and refresh yourself, be ready in 30 minutes”. Then leaves the room, closing the doors behind him. For Her You know you want it. You want to feel my breath against your skin. Feel my mouth caress your body. You want to read these words and play them out in your mind. You want my fingers. You want my fingers tickling and teasing, invading and pleasing you. You want my hands. You want my hands squeezing and stroking, kneading and petting you. My Mouth, my tongue… Say it. Tell me how much you want it. You crave it. Desire it. Need it. I’m there with you. You can feel my breath on the back of your neck. My warm mouth caressing your skin. Kissing and sucking. Breathing in your heavenly scent. My tongue flickering out and tasting you. I can feel your pulse quickening through your skin in anticipation. My mouth clamps down on your neck. My tongue lapping at your neck, feeling the throb of your heart beat. My hands run down your chest. You arch you back. Breasts pushing out. You lean back into me. My hands devouring your breasts through your clothes. Fingers encircling hardening nipples. Mouth trailing kisses to yours. Your head tilts up and back towards me. Lips pressing slightly against yours, just once. Slowly kissing your bottom lip, then your top. My tongue darting out to taste their sweetness. You can feel the hard warm steel ball of my tongue piercing sleekly roll across your soft lips. Your mouth opens eagerly for mine. Your nipples pressing into my palms as I knead your breast bringing my thumb and finger up to pinch your nipple gently. My tongue enters your mouth. Hands stroking and kneading softly in time to my tongue caressing yours. The softness of my tongue and the warm hard steel ball rolling inside your mouth. My hands stop and I break my mouth apart from yours. You are wearing too many clothes I whisper into your neck. I raise you from your chair and turn you to face me. I slowly remove all of your clothes so you are naked like me. My tongue licking and mouth suckling at each new piece of soft peachy coloured skin that is revealed. My tongue rolling over your shoulders. Mouth kissing and sucking gently. Down your collarbone towards the middle of your chest. Hands roaming over your body. Resting on your hips as the tip of my tongue journeys down your cleavage and across to your right nipple. Circling it, feeling the ridges as it puckers and hardens at my touch. Lapping and licking. The ball of my piercing skipping over your erect nipple, teasing it more. Breathing in letting the air caress your wet nipple then sucking your nipple into my mouth. My hands caressing your body, one cupping and squeezing your other breast. Teasing the nipple, lightly pinching and twisting it between my fingers. The other pulling your body closer. Sliding down your back, tickling down your spine making you arch your back, and resting on your luscious ass cheeks. Mouth trailing back up to yours. Lips possessing yours. Tongue thrusting angrily into your mouth. Torturing your tongue. You moan into my mouth. Hot warm breath. Your chest pressing against mine. Nipples brushing against nipples. I walk you back until you are resting against the desk. My mouth sucking and licking yours. My body leaning against you. One thigh inside your slightly spread legs. My hand racing down your body and along the inside of your thighs. My leg pushes your legs further apart. You know you want this… I whisper to you…Tell me that you want more… You try to tell me you want more. It comes out as a husky moan. MmmMmm…More you whisper. You laugh nervously. My hands cup your face and I place most gentle kiss on your soft lips. My body slides down yours inch by inch. Hands follow, caressing. My tongue licking and teasing your nipples. My piercing sliding over and around. Mouth suckling. My mouth travels down your stomach. My tongue flickering around your bellybutton. Kissing your skin. On my knees before you, hands spread your thighs further apart. I look up at you and place a gentle kiss on your soft juicy lips. Lips kissing lips. Teasing and taunting. Tongue flickering along your lips, darting slightly deeper. Juices glistening on your pussy. My fingers caress your lips, then hold them open. Cool air rushes over as I breathe in your aroma. Then warm as my tongue plunging into your waiting hole. Tight and moist. Tasting you. Tongue licking to your clit. Sleek steel ball pressing against you. Pushing on your swollen clit. Flicking over and back. My hands caressing your thighs. Arms wrapping around your legs. Hands squeezing your gorgeous firm ass. My mouth closing over your clit, sucking, tongue flicking and teasing. Fingers tracing between your cheek over your puckered asshole, two sliding into your tight wet pussy. Tongue lapping at your clit, hands kneading and squeezing your ass. Fingers sliding in and out of your pussy. Your pussy clenching around my finger. The tip of my tongue flickering on your clit peeking out of its hood. A third finger wiggling into your sopping pussy. Your juices covering my face, my hand. Fingers stroking your inside walls. Curling and pressing. Rubbing and thrusting searching for that place. Mouth covering your clit, my tongue licking again. Smooth round metal teasing your swollen flesh. Fingers thrusting curled toward the front of your pussy. Deeper and faster. My fingers feeling your muscles clench around my fingers, releasing and tightening. My mouth still, and tongue limp, held to your aching pussy. I let you ride my face and hand to orgasm. Your juices covering me. Licking gently, slurping and lapping, drinking your release. My fingers still inside you, feeling your pussy throb. Kissing your tender sensitive pussy lips softly… For Her When I entered the room she was already lying there. She lay face down, a pillow under her tummy and a short sarong loosely draped across her bottom. Her hair was splayed across her flawless back and from the side I could see the curve of her breast beneath the raised arm that supported her head. Her eyes were closed and the corner of her mouth betrayed both her sleeplessness and smile. I didn't speak. I lit a cigarette and sat at a table to remove my shoes. As I smoked I looked across to the delicious contours of her semi-naked body. Her skin was unmarked by time or toil and had the colour of natural yoghurt. Occasionally she moved her legs gently which raised and lowered her buttocks alternately, giving me the slightest glimpse of the hair and slit that she had so obviously prepared for this encounter. She didn't speak either. I finished my smoke and removed my shirt. I walked around the room and took in this vision of loveliness from all angles. From each perspective she became more beautiful and as I gazed I rubbed my chest and stomach. I pinched my nipples and felt my groin and the hardness that lay therein. I noted the tension in her shoulder blades and respected her efforts to remain motionless. Just those beautiful long legs moving slightly. If they moved more urgently it would be described as a squirm, but she maintained her composure beautifully. I moved to the back of the bed and placed a finger in my mouth. In and out I sucked on my digit just loud enough for her to hear, then I traced a line along the cleave of her buttocks just below the point that the skimpy sarong reached. As I did this I noticed the slight upturn at the corner of her mouth, but still she remained silent with her eyes closed. I wetted my finger again and placed it lightly on her slit and trailed it up over the bud of her anus. I raised the sarong and kissed each butt cheek. Her legs parted a little more and a puff of scent was released. A musky damp smell that one could not say was fragrant, but essentially arousing and alluring. I moved my face closer and breathed deeply. I pursed my lips and exhaled upon her in a blowing motion. I did this several times before again wetting my finger and this time I traced her outer womanhood. With each stroke of my finger I pressed a little harder until suddenly, like Aladdin's Cave, her entrance opened and I was able to penetrate and marvel at the treasures inside. I removed my finger and sucked off the juices. I heard a slight moan but still she did not open her eyes. I pulled the pillow under her belly lower which raised her bottom higher and the slight sarong fell away completely. I placed the palm of each hand, outwardly, against her inner thighs and pushed softly. With compliance her legs parted further and I now had a clear view of her perfect sex. I kissed her lightly on her outer lips and replaced my finger into her hole. I worked my finger in and out until her wetness allowed me to insert another. Her eyes remained closed but her breathing quickened. While I fingered her I pressed down inside her towards her belly, then rotated my fingers and pushed up toward her anus. With my other hand I used my forefinger and thumb to widen the crevice of her buttocks. I blew softly on her anal hole and watched it shrivel with goose bumps. I kissed around it and finally on it while I moved my fingers in and out. Her attempts to lie still defeated her. As I kissed her butt hole she started to writhe. With this came the first real audible sounds, which I could see she tried to suppress. She wanted to cry out in pleasure but managed to restrain herself to oooh and ohhh. I sat up, still fingering and looked at her. Her auburn hair was the crowning glory of a spectacular looking girl. Not yet thirty, she was at the physical peak of her womanhood. Her face pressed into the mattress could not hide its distinct beauty, and, although her eyes were closed I knew they sparkled green. The curve of her strong, but not muscular shoulders led gracefully to hips that flowed seamlessly to her round bottom. Her legs were shapely and her calves were tuned to the wearing of high heels. With my free hand I caressed her leg and massaged each exquisite toe. All the while I maintained a metronomic rhythm in and out of her increasingly wet vagina. Her head moved slightly and I looked up to see her biting into the arm that supported her head. I could see she wanted to cum. While my left hand filled her with fingers, I moved my right hand beneath and onto her clitoris. Up and down I rubbed while in and out I plunged. I moved my face down and again kissed her on the anus, but this time, I kissed it like a mouth. With my hands I pleasured and with my tongue I penetrated. Her asshole received me willingly and she pushed her bottom up in a silent request for more. I increased the pace of my fingers and probed deeper into her ass with my mouth. Her muffled moans turned to grunts. Animal, guttural groans were released from her mouth. And she started to swear. Fuck, fuck, fuck she kept repeating. Sweat was rolling off my brow and onto the small of her back creating a little puddle. Fuck, fuck, fuck she cursed. My fingers felt no resistance as I vigorously used them to screw her. Her clitoris had grown in my other hand and I rubbed and I rubbed. My tongue was getting tired but still I used it to lick and suck and probe every part of her asshole. Her arms reached out and grabbed the bed head. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She ground down on my fingers and pushed up into my face. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Her volume was increasing and her eyes were no longer closed but tightly shut. Her body started to shake. From deep down in her throat the scream came. You fucking cunt she said as her entire body tensed and exploded in convulsions. You cunt, you cunt, you glorious fucking cunt she squealed out. Her back was mashing my nose as I continued to tongue her ass. Ugh, Ugh, fucking cunt. Her voice was getting softer and she called me a cunt one last time as her body finally relaxed into the afterglow of her climax. Her voice became softer until I could barely hear her. You cunt, you cunt she whispered until her body became still. No more sounds came as her eyes lost their tension. Her breathing steadied and her grip on the bed head relaxed. I went back to the table and lit another cigarette. As I smoked I put on my shoes and shirt. I picked up the sarong and lay it across her like a sheet. As I went to the door I heard the familiar sounds of her snoring.