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Her Desire Ch. 01

By: Sledge-Hamr



Editing help by: Angel Love

It was a dreary, rainy day as the Professor pulled into the parking lot of the college. The light Northwest wind blew slightly; his thoughts stuck on the fact that it was Saturday and a special class had to be held today in preparation for an upcoming test. His biology class was approaching graduation and several students were close to failing, so they had studied for an extra hour the day before, leaving them no time for their pre-test.

The Professor pulled his Corvette into the space nearest the building as he remembered again the day. There would be no lot full of cars, so he pulled up to the curb outside his classroom where He could keep an eye on it. He didn't really think it would disappear. He just liked to look at it. His ex-wife had tried to get it in the divorce settlement six months ago, but was unsuccessful. She was lucky to get the small amount of alimony He agreed to. After all, it was her that had been screwing around on Him. He held the Corvette as more of a trophy of his victory over her and nothing more. 

He opened the door to the car and placed one foot on the ground. He dressed almost casually, as it were the weekend, blue jeans and a dress shirt with his tie, loose sleeves rolled slightly to his elbow. He stood at the cars side. his fingers caressed the top above the door as he closed it. He smiled as He walked away slowly, his briefcase in hand toward the school. He unlocked the door to his wing and propped it open slightly. A breeze filled the hallway as a few papers the janitor missed blew across the floor. He went to the teachers lounge to start a pot of coffee. The clock said 10 AM, the pre-test would begin in one hour. He walked to his room after making coffee and unlocked the door, placed a sign on it that read: "Be seated~STUDY! Test starts at 11, promptly!," then he walked back to the lounge to view the morning's news.

Bonnie and Carolyn walked into the room to see several students sitting there. Carolyn joked with Bonnie about her crush on their teacher. "You know you want Him. It's obvious by the way you run that damn pen over your lips when you sit and stare at him.," Carolyn teased. 

"Shut up! The whole class is here for Christ sake!," Bonnie groaned as she giggled. 

She knew her friend was right. She tried to hide it as best she could, but was not very good at hiding it. She had had a crush on him since last year when she saw him in the school gym working out. The sweat was beading on his hard chest. He was a small man but well kept. His body a bit on the skinny side but very well defined. She did not obsess of him, but couldn't keep her eyes off him when he was around. And her little crush only got worse when his divorce was announced in the local newspaper. Since then, her light flirtation had turned to not so light flirtation. After all: He was single.

The girls took their seats next to each other where they usually sat. Joe, who sat next to Bonnie and had a crush on her smiled and attempted a hello but was shut down in the process.

"Joe, You just don't get it, do you?, barked Carolyn, she is not interested.." 

Bonnie nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard the footsteps coming down the hall from a distance. She jumped up, knocking her books from the desk and went to peer out the door, yes, he was coming. She quickly went back to sit in her seat. He walked in the room, peered around with his deep blue eyes to see who was reading and who was screwing around. He set his coffee cup on the desk then turned to the blackboard and wrote 'PRE-TEST TODAY! HOPEYOU STUDIED!'

Bonnie mumbled something under her breath. She dropped her pen on the floor as the Professor looked to her and asked, "You have something to share with the class, Bonnie?" 

She shook her head 'no' and looked back to her books. 

He reached into his desk as he asked her again, "Are you sure there was nothing you want me to hear or know?" 

A slight smile crossed his face as he threw in the 'know' part. He had noticed her flirting. "I could have sworn you said something."

Again she shook her head, "No, nothing to share with the class." He reached into his desk and pulled out a stack of papers, his eyes fixed on her legs. "The written part of this test will be completed in 30 minutes or less. The questions are multiple choice and diagram labeling. Have we studied?" he asked as he handed the papers out to the class.

Bonnie leaned an elbow on her desk as she flipped through the papers. She nodded her head as if she were listening as she peered up to meet his gaze. She looked around the room to see if any other students saw him looking at her. Shrugging her shoulders she looked back at the papers, racking her brain for the answers. 

She ran the pen over the sensuous pout of her bottom lip as she recalls his words, "Your papers are to be turned FACE DOWN until told to start." She looked at clock. "You may review for 5 minutes then all text books are to be placed in your bags and the test will begin. This is an extremely important part of your goal to become doctors or veterinarians or whatever medical field you have chosen to pursue. Your 5 minutes begin now," he said as he walked behind his desk and grabbed his coffee cup. 

Absentmindedly, he adjusted his crotch in the jeans that fit almost too tight. "I will be right back. You may talk amongst yourselves...quietly." 

Hearing his footsteps move down the corridor, Bonnie flipped through the pages quickly. As she put her papers back in order she noticed Joe staring at her legs. She put her head in her palms as she slipped him the finger. She looked up slowly toward the desk where the teacher sat and wondered if he knew of her little crush. She blushed slightly as she lowered her head again, biting the pen as she thought. 

He walked back in just as Joe was looking at her legs. He didn't know exactly why, but it made him almost jealous, feeling his face redden slightly. "Joe, doing a little extra studying I see! Time to look at your papers flip them and begin. Good luck." 

Bonnie laughed at his words and tried to stop, turned and stuck her tongue out at Joe, then giggled and flipped her ponytail behind her back, slowly flipping over the papers and started to write her name on the top left. Pausing on the end of her name and seductively looked up at the teacher, she moaned slightly in her head and looked back at her paper, smiling as the first few answers seemed too simple to her. 

The teacher pretended to not notice her sticking her tongue out at him, but couldn't hold back a small chuckle. He walked to the rear of the class and peered out the window at the rain. The water was glistening off the windows. He stared out as if in a trance, his mind somewhere else. His hand moved up his neck to his ear, rubbing it as he felt his earring was in. He laughed and figured 'hell it was Saturday.' so he removed his tie slowly and unbuttoned the two top buttons of his shirt before heading back to the front of the class. He stopped just behind Bonnie and peered over her shoulder at her paper.

Her breath deepened as she sensed the heat of his body at her side. Her hand trembled slightly, unnoticeable as she flipped the page. She pretended to be thinking, sitting motionless, listening to his breath behind her. Goosebumps formed down her neck and back as the thoughts of him ran through her mind as he walked slowly forward again. He took in a deep breath of her scent as he slowly walked away.

"When you have finished with your test you will bring it to me and I will remove a number from this jar. That number will coincide with your oral essay, which will be conducted in private. You will have 5 minutes to explain reproduction from conception to birth. This essay does not need to be extremely accurate, but MUST contain the major importance of the process. Five minutes left for the written portion. If you are done, bring me your test, get your number and sit." 

He sneakily removed a number from the jar and placed it in the palm of his hand, separate from the rest. His heart pounded his breath quickened as the students began to approach his desk. Bonnie's fingers ran the length of her necklace as she ran over her test to ensure everything was right. A smile crossed her face as the final answer came to her mind. She wrote it down and again flipped through the papers to ensure proper spelling and quality of answers. Satisfied she stood , adjusted her denim skirt, still looking the papers over as she saw from the corner of her eye, Joe reaching for her ass. She rolled her eyes as she moved from his reach. 

From behind her, Bonnie heard Carolyn, "Your answers are near perfect girl!" She smiled at the words of her friend and moved slowly in the line toward the teachers desk.

Having noticed Joe and his attempt to grab a little ass in class, Professor Yantz looked at the student in front of his desk, "One moment, please." 

He then emptied the jar on the desk and removed the number one, handing it to Bonnie. "Would you please hand that to Joe, Bonnie? Thank You." 

She leaned over to hand Joe the number as he looked at her with a dumb stare. She sighed and waited for her turn at the desk. He replaced the pieces of paper and handed them out, never looking to see what he was picking. As Bonnie handed him her paper he slipped the last number into his right palm and reached into the jar as his eyes gazed over her body from her bare knees to her chest. He pulled his hand back out with the last highest number in his hand and placed it in hers after looking at it.

"Well, you will be last, Bonnie. Guess you have time to think about what you might say." He smiled lightly as he thought of things she might say or things he might have her say!

Her lips parted slightly as she looked down the front of his partially unbuttoned shirt at his chest and up the trails of his neck. As their eyes met she blushed and smiled lightly before turning to walk back to her seat. As she did she saw Joe standing in front of her staring at her body. 

She gave him a disappointed sigh and waved him off with, "Fuck off pencil dick, you can't handle me and I don't want to handle you!" Her voice low enough as to not attract too much attention. 

She sat and studied for her oral essay as Carolyn laughed at her friend's comment. The Professor laughed lightly as he saw the look on Joe's face and knew she said something to him.

"OK, class, sit down Joe. You may sit in the class next to ours and await your essay."

He sat and went through papers as the students filed through the door out of the class. 

As Bonnie approached the door Carolyn joined her side and attempted to whisper, "Ooohh you get to go last, you think he knows you have a crush on him?" 

Walking faster through the door she looked at Carolyn and said, "Woman!! Jesus Christ, he heard you!"

She sat at a seat in the rear of the room and placed her school bag on a table. She traced the raindrops down the windowpane. She smiled and thought of her fingers running down his chest. She turned to help Carolyn study. He did hear Carolyn and his head had turned that direction with a slight smile before turning to the remaining class walking toward the door and giggling amongst each other about Carolyn's remarks. 

"OK...go, pick up the pace. Joe wipe that look off your face and begin. Explain the reproductive process, if you can."

As student after student told their version of things, Prof. Yantz looked through the papers. He walked to the door of the next classroom and peered in, speaking in a low voice, "Carolyn, ready?" 

He was speaking to Carolyn but had his eyes glued to Bonnie, as his stare moved up her body from her crotch to her chest, to her eyes. He turned quickly and walked from the room. 

Carolyn turned to Bonnie with a smile saying. "Did you see that?" 

Bonnie looked at Her, confused, "See what?"

"He was looking at your...," Carolyn said as she pointed at her friends crotch. "Oh hell! He was not.," Bonnie said as she giggled. "Get going for God's sake. I didn't help you study for nothing." 

Carolyn walked from the room as she winked and said, "I'll save some of him for you."

Bonnie stared out the window shaking her head and laughing at her friends comment. She watched the other students leaving the parking lot. She smiled as she tip toed and stared at the corvette there, outside the window and returned to her notes with a slight giggle.

The Professor sat behind his desk as Carolyn spoke, but his mind was in another place. He fought inside with wanting to be professional, but losing out to Carolyn's previous words. His mind changed those words into fantasy as his crotch warmed at the thought of...Carolyn's voice, "That was all, Sir." 

Shaking his head slightly he looked at the girl in front of his desk, "That was very good. You should do excellent on the test. Would you please send Bonnie in for me?" He knew it would have been a bad time to stand, as his crotch was warm from the thoughts running through his mind, his penis 1/2 erect.

"Boo!" Carolyn yelled as she stuck her head in the door of the classroom. 

"Bitch!" Bonnie said in a laugh as she nearly fell out of her chair. 

"He WANTS you. You better go, or was that cum?" she giggled as he picked her bag up from next to Bonnie's. "I'll see you at home. I have to go feed the dog and stuff." 

"Ok, I'll see you there after. Grr...I am so nervous about this, you know how I am speaking in public," Bonnie said. 

As the girls hugged Carolyn said to her, "Yeah, well you'll do better than me." 

Carolyn walked away as Bonnie realized with a smile on her face that it was Saturday. "There will be nobody here to hear me." She fixed the back of her skirt and picked up her bag. She walked slowly into the room and sat at a desk directly in front of his and awaited his response.

"I haven't actually graded papers but I have looked over them. Yours looked great. I see you did study."

He looked up to her as he stood. He then realized that his cock was not quite calmed down, there was a slightly noticeable bulge and he turned to erase the blackboard. 

"OK, You have 5 minutes. Relax. Begin." he said as he walked slowly to sit on the front edge of the desk and look at her as she began to speak.

She smiled and took a deep breath. Standing to take the edge off she began, "OK, the reproductive system is made up of two parts; male and female. The female and her infinite trails of ovaries and eggs can only be made fertile by the age of 14-15, but usually only in the early stages of menstruation can she properly conceive a child. The male can be active with his sperm by the age of ten and grows into his manhood slower then a female." 

She paused and prepared for her next sentence. She swallowed the lump in her throat and continued. "At this time in life, both male and female must pursue intercourse, the erotic pleasure of sex." 

His eyes gazed at the sound of her voice sputtering the words 'erotic sex'. He grinned and she continued. "The male ejaculates into the female when his pancreas and sperm sacks feel ready to release causing it to flow into the woman and join her trails. On the other hand the sperm must be quick on its journey to the egg because the woman's natural defense system kicks in and absently destroys most of the sperm on contact."

She paused and looked up at Him, drawing her vision from his stomach then began again, "Once the sperm has found the egg, its molecules begin to form a child. Each one duplicating at fast speeds until the ninth month when the woman delivers the child." She took a deep breath and looked down at the floor, tracing over her words as she slowly sat on the desk top behind her, slowly looking up at him, wondering if she said too much, or not enough.

"Erotic, huh? And just what would you describe as 'erotic'?" he knew he had pushed the boundaries with this question, but he had to hear her answer. In his mind maybe she would show him. He looked directly to her eyes and awaited her response.

She peered up from her downward stare as she took a deep breath, her face blushed her foot shifting slightly along the waxed surface of the floor. "Ummmm...erotic...I'm sure you have had 'erotic' sex before, sir. And, I am also aware of the fact that some women get pregnant from non-erotic sex. I was just giving my..." she stopped mid sentence licking her bottom lip seductively as she stared directly into his eyes... "opinion on things, as you requested."

The look on her face and the tone of her voice now too much for him, he would make this come to be. He could see her intentions, and the fact that she seemed too nervous to follow through on them. He too was nervous, but not that nervous. He placed her test paper on the desk before her, leaning on it, his fingertips touching hers. 

Her hand moved to cover his, softly caressing his skin. A small gasp escaped her lips as she shivered excitedly at the touch. Her eyes lowered as she listened to his breath and scooted her ass forward sitting deeper in the chair, allowing herself to relax. He walked slowly around her left side to just behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. He leaned toward her ear looking at her bare neck, the thought of his tongue on her skin made his crotch harden...followed by the thought that she was not explaining erotic well, maybe she wanted to be shown. 

He whispered into her ear, "A pretty girl like you is in not in need of attention...however..." 

She shivered lightly to his warm palm on her shoulder and moved her hand to slowly draw over a line under her necklace, his words made her blush. She kept looking down, in shock that his touch could move her the way it did. She started to breath in rhythm as all sorts of thoughts ran through her mind. She parted her lips in an attempt to breath quietly, only ending up in a smooth sensual sigh.

He moved his lips to her ear again gently whispering, "You want to see what I think is erotic? Carolyn said you might?" His hands moved slowly down her chest as his tongue dragged lightly down the skin of her neck. "Do you?"

She gasped lightly as she felt her heart jump to her throat. Her eyes closed in pleasure the moment his tongue touched her flesh. Too turned on to speak she turned her face slightly to look deep into his eyes, giving her non verbal approval. Her hands held tight to the chair. She tightened the pressure of her knees together as she felt a warm sensation run through her already wet panties.

He licked slowly across the back of her neck to her other ear and whispered, " I take your reaction to be a yes." His hands moved to her breasts as he kissed the warm skin of her neck, his tongue traced a line between kisses stopping only to speak again, "I think tongues are erotic." His hands reached the bottom of her blouse and he found the skin of her stomach, "and smooth skin, that is erotic."

Her eyes closed as her trembling lips whispered 'Oh my God!' 

She nearly fell back a bit as she gave in to his warm tender touch and the divine tingle of his tongue. Her legs crunched together tightly as she breathed ever deeper, her eyes half closed in extreme lust as she had never known. He crouched slowly behind her, his hands moving slowly back up her chest to her shoulders then down the sides of her arms to her hips and around to her belly. He placed his hands under the bottom of her blouse and stood slowly, taking her top up as well. He gently lifted it over her head as he returned to kissing her skin...shoulders, neck, down her back slightly. 

He dragged his tongue back to her neck and softly told her, ."..and I think the way you look at me in class...that is erotic.," before nibbling softly upon her earlobe. 

Her hands moved to the sides of his head , as he spoke, pulling him to her and violently kissing him. Her passions burning out of control now, she stood to face him, never losing their lip contact.


Her Desire Ch. 02



Bonnie walked up the stairs to the second floor. She could feel the professors eyes on her ass. She had put her skirt back on at the school, but left her panties off, as she knew they would soon be coming off again anyway. She peered over her shoulder at him as she took the last step to the landing of the second floor. Yes, he was looking. She cracked a smile and moved to place the key in the door.

Suddenly the door flew open and Carolyn reached out and pulled Bonnie into the apartment. “Are You crazy bringing him here? Do You know how many students live in this complex?”, Carolyn warned.

“Calm down, Sis!”, Bonnie exclaimed as she motioned to the Professor to enter. “It’s raining out. I don’t think everyone is looking out their windows today.”

As the Professor entered he looked at Carolyn with a sly smile and said, “Hello, Carolyn.” That was all he had time to say before Bonnie grabbed her by the only piece of clothing she had on, a long white T-shirt that came just down to the bottom of her tight little ass. 

Bonnie dragged Carolyn down the hall as she yelled over her shoulder, “Prof. make yourself at home. We will be right there.” Then was the sound of the door closing, almost slamming; followed by the sound of the two women giggling.

The Prof. sat on the large fluffy couch with it’s oversized cushions and grabbed the TV remote. As he hit the power button, both the TV and DVD player came on. He was shocked to see a porno movie. He quickly turned the device off and simply looked around the room. It didn’t take long for his head to fill with thoughts of Carolyn coming home, knowing her friend was getting laid, and putting in the movie. He imagined her hands running over her smooth belly, caressing her own skin. He could feel his crotch tightening at his thoughts, at the pictures in his mind of her hand moving to her crotch.

“Professor!”, he heard Bonnie exclaim as she came around the wall from the hallway “Would You like something to drink?”, she asked as she entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. “There’s Coke, lemonade, iced tea, beer, beer, or”, she peered at the black veneer bar with it’s brass accents, “liquor. Lots and lots of liquor!”

He looked up from her feet, following her skin up to the back of her knees where her white bathrobe drifted against her leg. Realizing he was mentally drifting he quickly stood and said, “Liquor? Let’s see what You have.” He walked behind the bar as Bonnie followed closely. “What’s your poison?”, he asked as he noticed Bonnie staring at his crotch.

Bonnie giggled and rubbed his cock softly through his pants. “Calm down, big boy. Better give him a rest: for now anyway.”, she said playfully as she winked and reached for the bottle of tequila. She slammed the bottle atop the bar and exclaimed, “Margarita’s! That’s our drink around here.”

“Margarita’s sound good to me.”, he said, “Where’s the blender?”

“I’ll make the margarita’s! Bonnie never salts the glasses enough.”, Carolyn said as the Prof. jumped, startled by her presence.

The Prof. looked behind him at Carolyn walking towards the bar. “Damn, you scared me. I never heard you come back in here.” he said with a grin .

“Yeah, I’m not only the kinky one I’m also the sneaky one.”, Carolyn said to him playfully as she slapped his ass lightly.

“Yeah yeah, whatever You say.”, Bonnie said to her.

The three were crowded behind the small bar. The Prof. felt Carolyn’s tits rub against his back as she squeezed by. He could not believe he was here. He had been amazed enough at Bonnie’s behavior at the school, but never expected to be here. He slowly moved from behind the bar and walked to the large sliding glass door next to the couch, that opened to the balcony. He looked out at the cloudy sky, watching and listening to the rain.

Bonnie grabbed him by the hand and motioned with her eyes for him to follow her to the couch. She sat and pointed at the small table next to the couch. “There are games in there, if You want to pick one out. That will give us something to do, for now.”, she said with a devilish grin at the end of her sentence.

The Prof. opened the door to the table and took a look. He saw a few board games: Monopoly, Life, Scrabble, and Twister. Next to the games were a deck of cards and a little black box. He grabbed the little black box and took a peek. In it were several dice, he closed the box and returned it to the table. He looked toward the kitchen. He stood and walked toward the bar and grabbed a shot glass. As he returned to the couch, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter, set it in the shot glass, then placed the small glass on the table.

“You know what I haven’t played since before the wedding?”, he asked.

“Oh! Are You sure about that?”, Carolyn shot as she poured the second jug of margaritas and placed it in the refrigerator. “I am the quarters queen, around here!” Then she walked to the chair on the opposite side of the coffee table and sat, handing a full glass to both Bonnie and the Prof.

“Well, I’m not from around here.”, the Prof. said with a grin. He could feel himself slowly starting to settle down. His breathing had returned to normal, as did his heart rate; which was pounding as he walked the stairs a short while ago.

Carolyn laughed. “You’re on, Mr.Man! That sounded like a challenge. Considder yourself drunk!”, she said.

Bonnie let out a simple, “Uh oh!”, as she peered at the professor. “She did warn You.”

The Prof. took the quarter from the glass and handed it to Carolyn. “You go first, then Bonnie.”, he said as his hand moved to Bonnies thigh.

Carolyn took the quarter and bounced it off the table. They all watched as it hit the rim and fell into the glass.

“Damn!” Carolyn exclaimed, “I usually don’t hit the rim. I’m off a little.” She pointed at the Prof., “Drink!”

Bonnie missed her shot and took a swig of her cold frosted drink. ‘I really suck at this game.”, she said with a giggle. She looked at the Prof. and kissed his lips softly one time before looking at Carolyn and winking at her.

The Prof. picked the quarter from the table and missed. He drank a large sip of his drink. “Well, I have to give You the title of ‘Margarita Queen’, but I am just warming up here.”, he said with wit. From where he sat he had an amazing view of Carolyn’s black lace panties. His previous thought that she was totally nude under there had him excited, but the view of her panties made him even hotter.

After a few more rounds Carolyn complained that there was a bad spot on her side of the table and moved to the couch.at the Prof.’s side, opposite Bonnie. She sat close, her bare leg rubbed gently against his pant leg.

After a gallon and a half of margaritas they all had a good buzz going. Carolyn took the pitcher and turned it upside down. “It’s empty.”, she said with a giggle, “We must be drunk.” The three laughed for a moment.

“I’m not drunk, but I damn sure feel good!”, Bonnie said as she stood and walked to the stereo and turned on some music. She walked slowly back toward the couch, swaying her hips to the music. She sat back at his side and grabbed the quarter from the table, bounced it, and missed by a mile. “Oh, I missed and I have nothing to drink!”, she exclaimed. She took the Prof.’s face in her hands and leaned in to him and licked his lips before pressing her tongue into his mouth, kissing him long and deep. Her hand moved down his body to his sides. She backed her face from his slightly to look into his eyes. The kiss reminded her of the pleasure he gave her in the classroom and made her crotch warm and wet again. 

The Prof.’s hand moved up from Boonie’s lower thigh to her upper thigh as they kissed again. Suddenly Bonnie turned her body and straddled the Prof.’s lap. She looked at him again, smiling as her hands moved from his chest downward to the three lower buttons. She pulled and tugged at them, as she kissed and nibbled at his neck. As the last button came undone she tugged the shirt from his pants and ran her hands up his hard firm chest. She loved the feel of his chest under her hands. She pushed the shirt from his shoulders and pulled it down, off of him.

Carolyn cautiously placed her hand on the Prof.’s lap, the back of it running along Bonnie’s inner thigh Carolyn could just imagine the Prof.’s hard cock pressing at her friends hot pussy. She watched as Bonnie slowly kissed down the Prof.’s chest. She felt Bonnie’s hand on her right thigh, near her knee. She watched Bonnie kiss back up his neck and take his tongue into her mouth again. She was getting so very hot. She could feel the moisture absorb into her panties. Her hand moved from the Prof.’s lap for a moment then returned.

The Prof. moved his lips from Bonnie’s and slowly kissed the top of her chest, where the robe exposed her smooth soft skin. As he did, his hands moved to the tie that held it closed. With one firm pull the knot came free and his hands moved to her sides, holding her as he pushed the fabric from her chest with his face. His hands moved up Bonnie’s back as he kissed her breasts and nibbled lightly upon her nipples. As his hands found her shoulders he pulled the soft white terrycloth from her shoulders, allowing it to fall behind her. He could feel Carolyn’s hand on his thigh. He could feel the four fingers caressing him and alternately moving to Bonnie’s inner thigh. His cock was as hard as it could possibly get.

Bonnie moaned in pleasure at the feel of the Prof.’s warm lips on her chest. “Mmmmmm, You know how to touch a woman. That feels so good.”, was all she could bring herself to say. Her right hand grabbed hard at Carolyn’s thigh, unconsciously, as she looked into the Prof.’s eyes then started to kiss down from his neck to his chest. She bit playfully at his right nipple as she slid herself back slightly

The Prof. turned his head to find Carolyn watching the porn flick in the DVD player, while she rubbed her hand over her chest. He looked down to see Bonnie’s hand on her thigh as well. His heart pounded hard in his chest. Of course he imagined this, but never thought it would happen. He leaned slightly toward Carolyn as Bonnie kissed down his belly and moved to her knees in front of him.

Carolyn turned to him and took his lips upon hers. Her hand moved down her belly as Bonnie moved down his with her lips

“I think somebody wants to come out and play!”, Bonnie said as she peered up at him. Her right hand had found Carolyn’s damp panties now and was gently rubbing her friends crotch. She pulled her right hand down to the button of his pants and pulled at it until it popped open. As Bonnie slowly tugged at the zipper the Prof.’s hard member sprang out. Bonnie pulled ant tugged at his pants while he gently lifted his hips. She kissed down his leg as she peeled the pants downward, taking them from his ankles and tossing them to the side. 

Carolyn’s hand had moved from her chest to inside the waistband of her panties and was gently rubbing her clit. Her body writhed in pleasure as her right hand moved to the base of the Prof.’s cock and took a firm grip. She felt Bonnie’s tongue move over the back of her hand to the tip of the cock. She licked at the pre cum that seeped from it, before placing her left hand on the tip and rubbed it, occasionally moving her hand down to share his warm juices with Carolyn. Carolyn felt the Prof.’s hand move to the side of her panties and a finger breech the waistband. Bonnie’s hand moved from her crotch and began to pull at the other side. She lifted her hips to allow them to be removed.

Bonnie moved slightly to her right and took over the removal of the clothing once out of the Prof.’s reach. She kissed and licked down Carolyn’s leg as she pulled the fabric from her feet, then kissed her way back up to her thigh as her hand moved again to Carolyn’s crotch. She met Carolyn’s hand and rubbed along her clit with her for a moment before moving down to her opening. She placed a finger inside her friend and rubbed at her insides. She could feel their hands touch every so often and that just excited her more. Bonnie was amazed that this was happening. She had never before touched a woman sexually, although Carolyn and her had often played with the idea.

The Prof. moved his hand to Carolyn’s crotch. Bonnie felt it and looked to him, “No, no, no!”, she said to him and winked. “You just relax.” He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back into the deep cushions of the couch with a moan as his hips started to move to the rhythm of Carolyn’s strokes on his shaft. He could feel his balls tighten. He wondered if he could even cum again after all the excitement at the school. 

Carolyn’s body began to tremble slightly. Her hand moved faster against her clit as she moved her hips to Bonnie’s touch.

Bonnie moved her lips to the head of the Prof.’s cock and licked at it. Her tongue dragging across the head before taking it into her mouth. She bobbed on it from Carolyn’s hand to the tip for a minute then moved to Carolyn’s belly. She kissed her bellybutton then kissed down to the top of her slightly shaven mound. She could not believe what she was about to do, but the thought made her body tremble with excitement and pleasure. She moved her kisses to the back of Carolyn’s hand and kissed down to her finger tips, which eagerly rubbed at her clit. Then Bonnie licked at the side of Carolyn’s mound and down to her opening. She savored the flavor of the juices that moistened her friends pussy. Slowly she pushed her tongue inside.

“Oh God, yes!”, Carolyn yelled as she felt the warm tongue enter her and begin to move inside her. Her hand moved to Boonie’s head and pulled her closer. Her hips pushed against Boonie’s face.

The Prof. looked down to see the two hands on his cock. He moaned, “Oh, I am going to cum!” His hips moved harder, lifting slightly from the couch under him.

Bonnie felt her belly warm, she too was approaching an orgasm. She had never cum without physical stimulation before, but then again; she had never been here before either. She licked furiously up to Carolyn’s clit and sucked it into her mouth while licking it inside her. She felt the throbbing cock head under her left hand and felt the warm liquid spurt from it on the palm of her hand and drip down onto Carolyn’s hand, still stroking at the shaft. Her body filled with pleasure as her orgasm shot through her body like a bolt of lightning, filling every nerve in her body with electricity. She shuddered as she came and felt the rush of juices from the pussy at her mouth.

Carolyn’s body trembled as she came on Boonie’s face. Her hips came up off the couch as her back arched. She held Bonnie’s face so tight to her it was a wonder Bonnie could breathe! “Oh my fucking God! Oh! Oh! Yes!”, she yelled loudly and slowly sat her ass back down on the couch. She kissed the Prof. deep and hard then turned to look at Bonnie between her legs, looking up to her with a smile. Then She watched as Bonnie moved to lick up every last drop of cum she could find on the Prof.

Bonnie stood and grabbed Carolyn’s left leg and guided it over the Prof.’s lap, making her straddle him. She stood behind Carolyn, who ‘stood’ over the Prof. on her knees, and let her hands run over her chest. She moved quickly down to her belly and guided her hands to her crotch, playing with her clit. Her right hand moved behind Carolyn and reached through her legs to grab the hard cock that awaited. With her left hand, Bonnie spread Carolyn’s pussy open and guided the cock to it with her right. As she felt the tip enter she moved back to her knees to watch it slowly disappear into her friends pussy. Her hands rubbed at Carolyn’s hips and ass as she watched her move up and down on the Prof..

“Oh fuck yes. God, Carolyn fuck me!”, the Prof. said as he looked to see his hardness emerge and disappear into Carolyn’s body.

Bonnie moved around Carolyn, her hands never leaving her body until she reached for the pillows behind the Prof.. She moved them to allow him to lie back more. As he did, Bonnie moved over his face. Her pussy just over his face as she smiled at the look of pleasure on Carolyn’s face. She felt his hands on her hips as he gently pulled her down, guiding her clit straight to his mouth. Her eyes closed half way and her head laid back as she felt the tongue tease along the inner part of her thigh. She felt his teeth nibble just under her opening. Her eyes opened and she stared into Carolyn’s eyes as the Prof. licked softly at her clit.

“Oh, that feels so good.”, she said as she reached for Carolyn’s hands and placed them on her hips. She moved her hands then to Carolyn’s sides, caressing at her skin while the tongue under her moved inside her opening. She slowly and softly swayed her hips as her hands moved up Carolyn’s body to fondle her tits. She took the nipples and rolled them between her fingers.

Carolyn looked into her friends stare as she said, “Oh yes, a hard cock in my pussy and You touching my tits. I’m in Heaven.” One of her hands moved to caress Boonie’s face as she smiled wickedly and asked, “Do You like it. Did You like licking me? Oh God, I loved it!”

Bonnie felt the words move through her entire body as she answered seductively, “Oh yes, Baby, I liked it.” She leaned to Carolyn and kissed her passionately as her hips moved faster and pushed harder onto the Prof.’s lips and tongue. that was now licking deep inside her opening. She felt Carolyn caress her face. She continued on Carolyn’s nipples. They moved in near perfectly matching motions on the Prof.’s body. 

Carolyn pulled back as she felt herself tighten around the cock inside her. She stared hard into Boonie’s eyes as she came. Her hands moved to Boonie’s tits, matching her touch for touch, pull for pull, twist for twist! Her body quivered hard! She pressed hard on the cock with her hips!

The Prof., feeling Carolyn cum, began to pound harder at her, his hips lifting off the cushions under him with each thrust. He lifted Carolyn’s body as he felt it coming. He wanted to cum so badly. He couldn’t remember the last time he came this much. He realized he never had.

Bonnie saw the look in Carolyn’s eyes as she came. She saw a glistening like none she had ever seen. Seeing her friend, knowing she was coming, sent her over the edge as well. She came hard with her friend. She pushed one final push, that seemed to last for an eternity, down on the Prof.’s face. She felt his tongue on her clit, flicking over it as he sucked hard on it.

The Prof. shot hard into Carolyn. His juices filled her as his hips jerked uncontrollably. He pushed as hard as he possibly could before letting his hips relax and move back to the couch. He felt Bonnie slowly move from him to one side. As she did, he could see the two girls embraced in a deep kiss. He watched them as they both moved to opposite sides of him slowly, still kissing. His hands moved, one to each of their hips, as they rolled into his arms; breaking their kiss and looking to him.

All three smiled and laid together. The girls on either side, arms over him with their hands on each others hips. They both kissed the Prof., first Bonnie then Carolyn, and laid their heads together on his chest.

Bonnie peered to Carolyn and whispered, just loud enough for the Prof. to hear, “We better take a nap. He is gonna need the rest. I know where he works, and I know far a fact he doesn’t have to be back until Monday!”.



Her Desire Ch. 02



This is another chapter of the story that started with Her Desire. Once again, it was a collaborative effort. My friend, EV, related more of her submissive fantasies to me and then helped me turn them into a continuation of the story.

Enjoy!

AM

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You look at the clock on your office wall. You were hoping to be out of here by now and there were still two people standing in front of your desk waiting for a decision. You give the matter some thought, ask them a couple questions and ponder for a moment. Then you make a decision, give them their marching orders and send them on their way.

No sooner are they out of your office when another head pokes in with yet another question. Geez, you'd think you were going away for a month, not leaving early on a Thursday to start a three day weekend. You answer his question and look at the clock. You're already fifteen minutes late getting out of here and you haven't started packing up yet. 

You think about calling home, but decide to do so from the car. You've got to get out of here and it seems like you're never going to be able to if you don't just go. You pack up your things quickly, one eye on your office door.

A dozen things, last minute instructions and reminders rush through your head. If you take the time to address them all, you'll never get out of here. You have to force yourself to let it go. You can call tomorrow and follow up on those things. Tonight is supposed to belong to you and your husband. You pick up your bags and head out, hesitating for a moment, about to make one last call. Then you shake your head and will yourself to let it go.

Even as you make your way through the office, a couple of your employees stop you, looking to you for decisions or guidance. Your sense of responsibility does not let you rush off without answering. You take the time to give thoughtful answers and make sure that they're understood.

Then you're in your car, homeward bound at last. Only forty minutes later than you had hoped. You reach for your blackberry to call home and let him know you'll be late. Even before you pick it up, it's ringing. Work. You answer, trying not to be impatient. You listen to the problem, make a decision and give the caller instructions. You hang up and try once again to call home, but again the phone rings.

Your commute is less than a half hour, but your phone rings a total of three time in that period and you never get a chance to call to tell him you're running late. When you finally pull into the driveway, he's already home.

You rush into the house and dump your bags unceremoniously by the door.

"Sorry, hon," you tell him. "I really, really tried to get out early. I guess I can just go to dinner in this." Your gray blazer and skirt are not quite as elegant as you would like for a special, just-the-two-of-you night, but it would do in a pinch.

"I picked a dress out for you," he says simply. You look at him. Is he angry you're late? He doesn't seem to be. But he's acting unusual... there's a quiet seriousness. You aren't sure what it means.

You go upstairs and find the dress he's picked out for you. It's one he bought for you quite some time ago, but you've never had the nerve to wear it. It's cut low in the front and backless. Not much support or concealment for your full C cup breasts. It's short too, falling several inches above the knee. It's very elegant, classy. Just a bit too daring for your taste.

"Uh, hon," you call over your shoulder, heading into the walk-in closet. "How about something a bit... uh..." You sort through the racks and find a dress you like. When you come out of the closet, he's standing there with the dress in his hand. He says one word:

"This."

He holds it out to you. You aren't sure what to make of it. His eyes are intense, boring into you, brooking no compromise. You look at the dress in your hand and the dress in his. With a slight hesitation, you return the dress you've picked to the closet. You take the dress from him. It's black, soft, sleek... the kind of dress you wish you had the nerve to wear. You certainly have the body for it, but the revealing nature of it is too unnerving. 

Tonight you don't seem to have a choice. You look at him, not sure. He nods to the dress in your hand and leaves the room. 

You change into it and look at yourself in the mirror. It's quite amazing and your body has never looked sexier. You might die of embarrassment dressed like this, but you certainly understand why he wants to see you in it.

You pick out a nice pair of three inch heels to compliment it. Yes, a man would kill for you dressed like this! You wrap a light shawl around your shoulders and head downstairs.

He takes one look at you and takes the shawl away and tosses it aside. He does so without asking or even caring what you think. Then he looks you over, appraising the dress and your body in it. You feel practically naked under his scrutiny. The dress barely seems to contain your breasts and the high hemline is just long enough to hide your panties.

He draws a deep breath through his nose, nostrils flaring. He nods approvingly and leads you to the door.

On the way to dinner he doesn't say much. But most of the ride, his hand is on your thigh. It's not the warm, comfortable touch you're accustomed to... he's a bit higher on your leg than normal. And he's pushing your dress up in a way that's making you nervous. Not that anyone can see, but your dress is up high enough to expose your panties. 

At one point your blackberry rings again and, without thinking, you answer. He arches an eyebrow at you as you quickly give instructions to the caller.

"Just leave it on my desk Jimmy. Yes, tell Dave I have it and I'll take care of it first thing Monday. Okay, thanks, Jimmy." You hang up, looking apologetically at your husband. He has a peculiar smile on his face and says he doesn't mind. Nevertheless, you switch off the phone and stash it in the glove box.

Your heart rate picks up a little. You don't know what's going on, but he seems to have some sort of plan in mind.

At the restaurant you follow the maitre de to your table, feeling the eyes of every man in the room on you. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You have to fight the urge to pull at your dress and try to cover your oh-so-exposed breasts.

At the same time, it's not a bad feeling. Those eyes on you. Lustful eyes... drinking in your cleavage. You've put it on display for them and they're noticing. For the first time that night you feel a soft throbbing between your legs.

You sit and the waiter gives him the wine list. He looks it over then shows it to you.

"How about this?" he asks you, holding the wine list out, but not far enough. To read it you have to lean forward. As you do, you feel like your breasts are hanging completely out. Did the waiter just sneak a peek at them? You want to sit back, but your husband is tapping the wine list, waiting for you to look.

God, you feel naked and the waiter is definitely glancing out the corner of his eye at you. The heat is back in your cheeks and the throbbing returns to your loins. You nod at his selection, sit back and smile up at the waiter. How much of your breasts did he actually see? He smiles back, nods and departs.

Your husband is staring into your eyes with an alarming intensity. He knows, doesn't he? He knows that your tits are practically falling out of your dress. He wanted you to lean forward... give the waiter a peep show. The thought sends a shiver through you. What is he doing? And why?

After the waiter pours the wine and takes your dinner order, your husband leans forward and beckons you to do the same. You do, once again self-conscious about your exposed cleavage.

"Go to the ladies room," he says in a low voice. You blink. Did he just say that? "And take off your panties." The heat rises in your body instantly. Is he joking?

You look into his eyes, momentarily forgetting how exposed your breasts are. His eyes are not laughing. He's serious. "Do it." Your heart suddenly racing, you get up and excuse yourself.

A few minutes later, you return, your panties in your small handbag. The free flow of air up between your legs as you walk is incredibly erotic. The eyes on your breasts as you cross the room make you smile this time. If only they knew...

You sit and he smiles. It's not his usual smile. It's a predator's smile. He is a wolf tonight and you are the lamb. It's a hungry smile.

You blush under the intensity of his gaze. You don't know what he's thinking or what he's up to. And that's unusual, unnerving even. But exciting at the same time. He's got you in a public place virtually naked. He's looking at you in a way that makes you feel like you're on the menu. You can feel your nipples starting to stiffen.

Oh, God, not that! In this dress? That would be like a flashing neon sign! But the thought of getting aroused in the middle of a restaurant is a turn on in itself. Soon, your breasts are aching as your nipples strain against the fabric of your dress.

Under the tablecloth, his fingers find your thigh. You stifle a gasp as his fingers slide up under your dress. Oh, God! You have no panties on! What if he...?

His fingers brush the neatly trimmed hair under your dress and you are longing to feel him press against you, touch you there. But not now! God! What would happen if he slipped his finger into the growing wetness between your legs? The whole restaurant would know it in an instant!

He withdraws his hand, his eyes still burning into you. You look away, unable to calm the racing of your heart.

Dinner passes in a blur. There is not much conversation, and what there is, is tense, overshadowed by his hungry leering. Several times you have to fight the urge to tug at your dress, cover yourself. Every time you lean down to take another bite of your meal, you feel like the whole room is getting an eyeful of your breasts. The way they sway, so unrestrained is electrifying and alarming. He seems to notice your discomfort, his lips curling in a smirk.

After the check is paid, he takes your hand and leads you briskly through the restaurant to the door. You hurry to keep up, worried because moving so quickly is causing your barely concealed breasts to bounce around. The thought that a nipple might inadvertently slip out is mortifying. 

And breathlessly exciting.

You're almost to the door before you think about what's under your dress. Or not under it. You've been so preoccupied at the thought of exposing your breasts that you had completely forgotten that there would be nothing hiding your ass (or anything else) if your hurried pace caused your dress to rise or flutter up.

At the car, he is a gentleman, opening your door for you, taking your hand and helping you in. Then he leans down to give you a quick kiss. You kiss him back, never seeing his hand until it's between your thighs. The sudden contact causes you to stiffen involuntarily. He kisses you again, pinning your head back against the seat as his fingers go where they had only threatened to in the restaurant.

The first touch of his finger on your clit is exquisite. Your legs part to grant him better access as you sigh into his mouth. He rubs you gently under your dress, his fingers getting wet with your juices. He slips a finger between your softly pulsing lips then, moistened, he massages your clit. You let out a moan.

You know you're in a public place and someone might hear... or see. But the sound comes out anyway. Even as you are worrying about being observed, your hips rise to meet his hands. But he withdraws.

He takes his finger and rubs it across your lips, forcing you to smell and taste your own arousal. Then he wipes his finger on your dress.

"Maybe later," he says as he straightens up. "If you're good." He closes the car door.

He climbs in the other side and pushes his seat back. It occurs to you that he has parked at the far edge of the lot on purpose. The car is facing away from the building and there are few cars parked this far from the entrance. It's almost dusk, but still light enough out that you're worried about doing what you think he wants you to do...

"Take it out," he instructs you.

"But..." Something in his eyes stops your protest. Something tells you that it would be futile. Instead, you look back over the seat at the building and parking lot. There are people getting out of a car and headed toward the door, but they're facing away from you. 

Your pulse is racing as you reach down and unzip his pants. What if someone pulled into the empty spot right beside you? You look at his unzipped fly and then back up into his eyes, almost pleading with him. It's not that you don't want to please him, but this is so risky. At any moment someone could see you.

The look in his eyes is intense. There is no compromise in that piercing stare. You look down and watch your hand, almost as if it were someone else's, slide into his pants and extract his stiffening member. Your breathing is heavy, your heart pounding as you take one last look at his eyes, then at the parking lot around you. 

"Now suck it."

Obediently, you lower your head into his lap.

He groans as your mouth envelopes his cock. You feel him continue to swell, filling your mouth with his silky smooth member. The throbbing in your loins intensifies as you slide your lips down his shaft. Oh God, it's exciting! You love the feel of him in your mouth, love to hear his moans of pleasure. But the way he told you... commanded you to do it. And here, in a public place! Your body shivers as you bob sensuously up and down on his cock.

As you suck, his hand reaches over and pulls your dress aside, spilling out one of your breasts. It sways, unfettered, with the bobbing of your head. You want to cover it up, but you know he won't let you. And does it matter, you wonder? If someone were to look in the window, your exposed breast would be the least of your worries.

You push your lips all the way down, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat. His hand presses against the back of your head, forcing you to take him as deep as you can. You start to come up, but he holds you there. Your pussy throbs when you realize he will not release you.

God, since he discovered his passion—and yours, too—for forcing his cock into your throat, he has done it quite often. And it's been incredible, every time. Tonight is a little different though. Tonight is the first time he's held his cock down your throat in a place where you could be seen... 

What if you were to look up and see someone at the window looking in? You wouldn't be able to tell him! And if you tried to get away? Well, he never lets you go before he's ready to... The idea of being so powerless... held down on his cock, unable to move as someone watched you... A fresh flood of warmth floods your pussy at the thought.

You glance up at the window and no one is there. But the thought that someone could be is overpowering. Oh God! What kind of slut would they think you were, if they saw you like this? Head down in a man's lap in a parking lot? His cock forced down your throat?

He holds you there and waits. He knows eventually your body, deprived of air, will struggle to escape, breathe. He knows to wait for it. He knows how long to hold you there until you are actually afraid, panicked. And he knows to hold you there still longer, savoring the power of his cock over you. And letting you savor your powerlessness at his hands.

You squirm. You gag. You try to raise your head as your body screams for air. The panic sets in and your whole body bucks, trying to escape. You don't care that your breast is exposed, you only want to breathe.

Then he lets go and you pull away, gasping and retching. And totally wet.

When you catch your breath, you take him back in your mouth and continue your gentle sucking of his cock. You want him to force you down again. Or fill your mouth with his ejaculation. Providing him either of those pleasures would so please you in turn.

But after a few minutes, he stops you and pushes you away. You sit up, slipping your exposed breast back into your dress. But he reaches over and pulls it out again. Reflexively, you attempt to cover yourself, but his hand stays yours. You look at him, eyes wide. It's still light enough to be seen. And sitting up like this, your breast is on display for anyone who passes by. He pinches your nipple, looking at you with a grin that could be half sneer. He knows you are worried that someone will see you. But he also knows that the thrill of that possibility is making your pussy throb. 

"Look at you," he says in a low, hoarse voice. "Tits hanging out, sucking cock in a parking lot. What a slut." He pinches your nipple one last time and nods for you to put your breast back into your dress. You aren't sure which gets you hotter... him calling you a slut or having him give you permission to cover yourself.

He shoves his still-erect cock, glistening with the juices of your mouth, back into his pants and zips up.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulls out something small and dark. It looks like fabric. He reaches over and you sit very still, letting him do as he wants. He puts it over your head and then over your eyes. Oh my God! It's a blindfold! It's actually over your eyes before you realize what he's doing.

"Uh, hon..." you ask, uncertain. But he puts a finger to your lips, silencing you. Then he starts the car and pulls away.

For a few turns, you're able to keep track in your head where you are. Or at least where you think you are. But it soon becomes obvious that you aren't heading home.

When the car finally stops, you aren't even certain how much time has passed. Everything has been a bit of a blur since your eyes were covered. Without a word, he gets out of the car and closes the door. You are alone in the dark with no idea where you are. You want to reach up, remove the blindfold. But you know you dare not.

He is in that mode that is so new and not yet fully understood. It started when he discovered that forcing his cock down your throat is something he wanted. And that you were pleased to let him take what he wanted. Since then, he has found other things he's wanted and he has taken them. Tonight will be some new manifestation of this pattern. It's both exciting and scary, since you have no idea just how far he might go when it's something he's never done before.

Then your car door opens and he helps you out. He's not rough, but he's very physical, manhandling you firmly, but not carelessly. Not hurting you, but making you very aware that you are in his control.

Then he turns you to face him and he does something to your dress, very close to your breasts. Oh God! Is he exposing them? Oh God, he is moving the fabric so that it barely covers you! Your breasts are almost completely exposed!

Then he turns, takes you firmly by your upper arm and leads you away from the car. At one point he tells you to step up. You pause and awkwardly feel your way up the step onto what is presumably a sidewalk. A few steps later, he stops you and does something. 

"Be still." He says firmly. You don't dare disobey. Firmly, he turns you back in the direction you just came from. You feel his hand in your dress, feel him pinching each of your nipples, until they are hard and erect. Not only are your breasts barely covered, your nipples are standing out for all to see! You must look like a slut! You then hear a wooshing sound, the opening of a door, perhaps? He grabs your arm, spins you back toward the sound of the door and ushers you along and then stops you again. Yes, he is definitely opening doors. He opens a second door and escorts you through it. 

You are immediately aware of the talking of people. Various scattered conversations creating a low din in what sounds like a large open area.




Her Desire Ch. 02



Oh my God! My tits are on full display! The heat rises in your cheeks at the thought. Your hand moves upward to pull the fabric closer, only to feel your wrist grabbed firmly and moved back to your side. 

"I wouldn't," he says. You can almost hear the clenching of his jaw in the tone of his voice. He marches you through the voices, some closer than others. Can they see you? He is in total control. There is no doubt now.

Again, you are so preoccupied with the thought of your breasts being exposed, that you don't immediately remember that your panties are in your handbag out in the car. The breeze between your legs as you walk tickles you directly. There is no protection. And the throbbing and the wetness have a musky scent as well. With no panties on, is every person she passes able to smell her arousal?

A blindfolded woman being led through a crowded room with, possibly, her breasts exposed, pantiless and smelling of feminine arousal... What an image! Oh God! You don't know where you are, but you have never felt more exposed. Or more erotic. That people might see you like this!

Then the voices fade into the background and the feel around you becomes less of an open space. A corridor, perhaps?

Then he stops you once again. You wait, but for a few long moments, nothing happens. Then other voices approach. You hear their conversation as they get close to you. Then they abruptly stop. There is a soft "ding" and a mechanical sound that you recognize. It's an elevator. The sound is the opening of the doors. He guides you into it.

"Three, please," says a male voice. Oh, God! You're on an elevator! With strangers who can probably see your breasts! Or worse... smell the throbbing wetness of your pussy!. The thought causes heat to rise in your cheeks. It also causes heat to spread between your legs.

What was he doing? Where was he taking you? Why was he letting strangers see you like this? Your lip quivers in a combination of fear and anticipation. He tugs at your upper arm, pulling it back and in the process causing your breasts to stick out more prominently.

Are the people in the elevator looking at you? Can they see you practically hanging out of your dress? Your hands are desperate to reach up and pull your dress closed, but his grip tells you that you cannot. He will not let you. Obediently, you stand still, letting these strangers see you, because that's what he wants.

The elevator dings and you hear the doors open. The other people shuffle off. As the doors close again, you hear a male voice.

"Dude, did you see the tits on her?" The doors cut off any response, but you have heard enough. Clearly, the people in the elevator with you have been treated to a show at your expense. He has showed off your tits to total strangers in an elevator. You are mortified and your pussy is wet. The humiliation is sublime and the elevator is ripe with the scent of your arousal.

The next time the doors open, he steers you out of the elevator. He guides you along a corridor and around a turn or two. Then he stops you and you hear some noises you can't immediately place. Then there is a distinct unlatching of a door and he ushers you along.

He guides you a bit farther and you hear the door click shut behind you. Then he stops you. You can hear his breathing as he walks around you. He circles you once, twice. Your trepidation and excitement rise together. What is he doing? You again feel like the lamb; like his prey.

He pushes your dress open and now you know for sure that you are exposed. Is there anyone else here? You don't hear voices, but you have no idea where you are. The idea that he could be taking your breasts out for others to see is so humiliating... and your pussy throbs hard at the thought.

He pulls up your dress. There is nothing underneath and if there is anyone else present, they are being treated to a view of your womanhood in all its glory. You tremble. The uncertainty is almost too much to bear. But still you know you cannot ask. And you certainly cannot reach for the blindfold.

Then he is lifting your dress over your head. Compliantly, you raise your arms and let him. Now you are completely naked. On the one hand, it's almost a relief. Surely he wouldn't strip you naked in front of others, would he? On the other hand, you are wearing nothing but a blindfold and heels. What if there are people that can see you? Another tremble shakes your body. Another flood of wetness pulses in your exposed pussy.

It occurs to you that, now that your dress is off, you'll never know just how much of your breasts or nipples he left exposed as he walked you through that crowded room. Your nipples harden as you wonder just how much he would dare to expose.

Again you hear his breathing as he circles you. He moves completely around you a couple times before he leans over your back and speaks in your ear.

"Get on your knees."

Oh, those words shoot through you! You have no idea where you are and he has stripped you naked. Now he wants you to kneel. And if he tells you to kneel, it is because he is going to put his cock in your mouth. You salivate in anticipation.

But where are you? The idea that you are going to get on your knees under these circumstances, blindfolded and completely naked is stirring the pulsing between your legs. It's also scaring you.

Apparently, you have not complied quickly enough. He reaches around and grabs your nipple roughly, pinching it hard.

"KNEEL!"

Your legs fold automatically. 

The wetness is gushing now. All the uncertainty and apprehension aside, he has ordered you to your knees. Oh, whatever else he has in store for you, those words, that command have you throbbing with anticipation. Almost involuntarily, you open your mouth.

You hear a strange metallic clunking sound, unfamiliar and unnerving. You shiver, only partly because you are undressed. God, you wish you knew what he was doing! And you love that you don't... it makes it all so much more nerve-wracking and exhilarating.

He is still behind you. You hear his breathing just over your shoulder. He grabs one of your arms and pulls it behind you. Something cold surrounds your wrist as you hear the metallic sounds again. Then he pulls your other arm behind you and you feel it on that wrist too. There is a ratcheting sound that you've not heard before, but you know immediately what it is. He has handcuffed your hands behind your back.

He circles again, then stops in front of you.

"Look at you," he says in a low voice. "On your knees. Yeah, on your knees like a slut." His hand takes hold of your chin. "You're going to suck my cock, slut," he tells you. His hand releases you. "But first I'm going to sit here and look at you... naked... on your knees. You like that, don't you?" You nod, not daring to speak. Your heart is racing, your pussy throbbing. The uncertainty and the anticipation both threaten to overwhelm you.

You kneel for what seems like a very long time and nothing happens. 

"What would they think?" he asks suddenly. You have no idea what he means. "All those people you work with," he elaborates. "What would they think if they saw you like this? Hmmm?"

The idea is alarming. God, no one would ever suspect that that you would be handcuffed on your knees and blindfolded with no clue where you were. You are the boss. The in-control decision maker for a dozen people. Respected and responsible. And now you're naked on your knees and being called a slut. Probably about to be savagely gagged with a cock.

The mere thought of your employees seeing you like this causes a hot flush of embarrassment. And arousal. It would be completely humiliating if they knew. If they knew that underneath that cool, level-headed, in-control persona, there was a woman that craved—perhaps even needed—to be forced to her knees. Needed to be humbled, controlled and used.

Your pussy is on fire. Yes, you need to be on your knees before him. You need him to use you. You need it, every ounce of it. You need him to take whatever he wants, roughly and without asking. Treat you like an object that exists only for his pleasure.

Yes, they would be surprised, if not completely shocked. You are a little surprised yourself just how much you love the feeling of kneeling powerlessly before him.

"Yeah, if they could see their boss now," he laughs humorlessly. "Want to call Jimmy and tell him you'll answer his question when you're done sucking my cock? Tell Dave you'd take care of it, but you're naked and handcuffed on your knees?"

The heat continues to build in your face. It would be so incredibly humiliating if anyone knew... Yes, you were naked on your knees, handcuffed... and it was the most incredible turn on to be so at his mercy like this. The idea of someone else knowing... oh, that was scary. And that fear was augmented by the blindfold. What if there was someone from your office here? Watching?

You're whole body shakes and trembles at the thought. Your pussy throbs and your heart races. There is no denying that, as frightening as the thought is, it is elevating your arousal, your need.

Finally, you sense him step in front of you. You aren't sure, but he seems to be standing mere inches from your face. Close enough to put his cock in your mouth. Again you salivate in anticipation.

You strain involuntarily against the cuffs. It's a reminder of your powerlessness. It serves to heighten your pulse rate and the throbbing of your pussy as well. Without your hands, you won't be giving him a blow job as much as he will be fucking your mouth. You know he will take you in his own way, at his own pace and do as he pleases. You are just a tool he will use.

"Look at you," he pants as she hears him unzip his pants. "You can't wait to have my cock in your mouth, can you?" A whimper escapes you. "Such a slut. A cocksucking slut." He grabs your hair and tilts your head back. "Aren't you?"

"Yes," you whisper. You are. And you are glad he knows it... knows what to do with you. You know he will force his cock down your throat, gag you, cut off your air until you panic. And you want him to. So badly. Your pussy is on fire at the thought. If that wasn't a cocksucking slut, what was?

Then his cock is poking your cheek. Awkwardly, with your hands bound behind you, you move to take him into your mouth. But he stops you. You almost knew he would. It's something he's been making you do lately. The wetness continues to surge between your legs. He is a concert pianist and you are his Steinway.

"Please?" you ask. Oh, to have to ask him permission to suck his cock! On your knees.

"Please what?"

"Please, may I?" Sometimes that is enough, but tonight you doubt it is. He wants to hear it all. He taps your cheek with his erection.

"Please what?" he repeats, his tone sounding less patient.

"Please let me suck your cock," you whisper. The image he has conjured of your employees sticks with you. What would they think if they knew how excited, aroused you got, groveling on your knees, asking to be allowed to suck cock? Hardly able to wait to have it crammed into your mouth?

You can't help but think about leaving your office earlier. How everyone had been after you to make one more decision or help them with one more problem. The deference and respect they showed you. The competence and decisiveness you exhibited that had earned that respect. Where was that now as you knelt here on the floor? A cock poking you in the cheek? As you asked him to suck it?

"Please what?"

"Please let me suck your cock," you reply, louder this time. No matter how many times he's made you do it, you always feel embarrassed. It's absurd, but you feel the heat in your cheeks as you ask the second time. 

But at last you are rewarded. The head of his cock grazes your lips and slips into your waiting mouth. You wrap your lips around him, instantly in heaven as you experience his familiar taste and texture. It's awkward though with your hands bound. You can't please him the way you want to.

Still, he moans appreciatively as your lips surround as much of his shaft as you can reach. You try to get more in your mouth, but it's difficult. Without your hands, you feel like you can't get any leverage. You bob on him, content to take in a little more than half his length. He continues to breathe heavy and moan, letting you know that he's pleased with your efforts.

His hands begin to run through your hair, his fingers running down the back of your head. You know what's about to happen. Any moment now his hands are going to grab your head and force you down on his cock. He's going to push it down your throat, gag you. Cut off your air. Kneeling naked, bound and helpless, you will be at his mercy. The thought, the anticipation is killing you. The throbbing of your pussy, already so intense, continues to build. You can hardly stand it. 

Just as his hands take their position behind your head, just when you know he is about to throttle you with his rock hard erection, there is a knocking sound. Like a knock on a door. His hands withdraw.

You are alarmed at the knocking. Is someone here? If so, why? 

At the same time, you don't want to wait another second to feel him savage your throat. Oh, to squirm and struggle, gagging and helpless, breathless on your knees... 

But his cock slips away.

A moment later you hear the latch of the door. Is it the same door you entered? The sound is familiar and you think that's the direction it was in, but you are too disoriented to know for sure.

You hear his voice. He's talking to someone. Can that person see you? Oh God! What if they could? You're on your knees wearing only heels and a blindfold. And handcuffs. 

The idea that someone might see you like this is mortifying beyond words. You want to call out, tell them that you've never done anything like this before in your life. But you don't dare. Maybe they can't see you. There's no way to tell. The heat of your embarrassment is blistering your cheeks.

At the same time, the idea that he might put you on display like this, show you to another person in this most submissive state... That he could do it, that he has this power... how far would he dare to take it?

There is an answering voice. It's male. And it seems to be getting closer.

Oh God! He must certainly see you! A stranger! Seeing you this way, disrobed, bound, kneeling. Surely, anyone seeing you like this would know the reason you were on your knees. He must surely assume that you were sucking or about to suck cock. That thought is somehow even more mortifying than being seen naked and handcuffed. Your husband is showing you off, letting another man see what a cocksucking slut you are. 

The heat on your cheeks rivals the heat between your legs. There is no deny that, as frightening and embarrassing as it is to be seen, it is unbelievably arousing that he can show you to another man this way. Humiliate you so completely.

You hear the tinkling of delicate glassware clinking together. The sound is close, but how close, you can't say. Before you have a chance to wonder what it might mean, you hear his zipper come down again. This sound is closer still, almost right in front of your face.

A moment later, his cock is pushing at your lips again and you automatically take him into your mouth. As you start to bob on him again, you realize that, in your frantic state of embarrassment, you aren't sure if you ever heard the door shut.

Was the stranger still in the room?!?

You keep sucking, not daring to stop. But what if he was still here? What if another man was standing a few feet away, watching you suck your husband's cock? In spite of yourself, the thought makes you hesitate. But his hand quickly grabs your hair and a sharp tug prompts you to continue. You feel a huge flood of shame. You might be performing this most intimate of acts with a stranger watching you. Another man might, at this very moment, see your lips stretched around your husband's girth, sliding up and down on his straining erection. Another man might be about to watch you swallow a mouthful of cum.

The humiliation is unfathomable. But the arousal... oh, the arousal! That he could force you to do this... suck his cock in front of someone else... Cum in your mouth and let another man watch you swallow it. Oh, have you ever felt like such a slut? Such a cocksucker? So dirty? So aroused?

You moan around the hard shaft in your mouth. God! Did the stranger just hear that moan? Is he seeing how much you love having cock in your mouth?

You know there is nothing you can do. Either someone is watching you or not, you can't tell for sure. But whether someone is watching or not, your husband's cock is in your mouth and you have to suck it. Even as you struggle to keep your balance because you cannot use your hands, you know you must suck his cock.

In return, he will give you what you need: that desperate feeling of utter helplessness.

Soon you will struggle, writhe, as he suffocates you. You will experience the primal, involuntary reflexes of your body trying to save itself. You will thrash and twist, but he will hold you. You will experience true mortal fear. The ultimate measure of his control.

Oh, the anticipation is practically pouring out of your pussy!

As his hands reach around to cup your head, a tingling sensation spreads out from your belly. Oh, soon it will happen! Your hands pull at their bonds almost absently, as if you want to be reminded that they are there. Restraining you. Leaving you more helpless than you've ever been before. The tingling washes through you, along the insides of your thighs, down your arms. Your nipples, blood-infused and throbbing, feel it too.

Then the pressure is applied, your lips are forced down his cock. You hurry to inhale before he blocks your throat. His cock hits the back of your throat and you struggle to accommodate him. Without your hands, you cannot guide him where you need him to go. You have to leave it to him and his brute force to get his cock into your throat.

Then he is there, his cock lodged in your airway. You open your mouth wide as he pulls you all the way down. Your nose presses against his abdomen as his girth stretches at the walls of your throat. Your body shudders as you gag and attempt to retch. Your tongue retracts like you are going to vomit. But he is shoving your head down with such iron force, your gag reflex can do little but flare and contract your throat muscles around his shaft.

You feel your eyes water under your blindfold, so roughly has he forced himself into you. This is the moment, you know. This is the roller coaster reaching the crest of that first exhilarating drop. As he pulls your mouth forcefully down on his hard, thick cock, you feel that impending moment of excitement. The moment when your body tells you it must breathe or die.

Once he is down your throat, your muscles are able to relax around him. Now it is all about waiting. You have done this enough times now to know it will come. And the longer you can prolong it, the more incredible it will be when you lose control.

Twenty seconds. Thirty. Your head pulls back sharply against his hands, but he doesn't yield an inch. You catch yourself, able to calm your reflexes a few scant moments longer. Your hands snap against the handcuffs and you try to yank your head back again. 

Oh, the inability to use your hands! God! It scares you so! You have felt helpless before in his grip, but never like this! Maybe you always felt deep inside that, with your hands free, you could save yourself. That you had a chance. Your hands bound behind you, you can't even get good leverage to pull your head away!

Your control desserts you. Your body twists and turns, bucking in his grip as you try to get away. Though you know from experience that you cannot wrest yourself from his granite grasp, your body fights and struggles of its own accord. You need to breathe!




Her Desire Ch. 02



The blindfold, the darkness, make it more terrifying still. You can't see. You have no idea if you are close to losing consciousness. You can feel the familiar sensation of the world going swimmy around you and you're distantly aware of the weakening of your struggles. Your eyes are wide open under the blindfold, bulging with fear. 

A distant buzzing sound is overtaking you as you continue to jerk your head back weakly against his steel hands. His cock feels as thick as a tree trunk in your throat. Your eyes strain out of their sockets.

Then he pulls out and you cough and retch, expelling the air trapped in your lungs. No sooner is it out than he forces himself back into your throat, before you can draw a fresh breath of air.

His cock closes off your windpipe as you try to inhale. With renewed panic you try to pull away, throw yourself off of his cock, bucking, writhing almost completely unaware of yourself or anything but your inability to fill your lungs. It's almost more like a seizure than a struggle at this point. It is a desperate fight for life and you are losing.

It probably isn't ten seconds that he holds you that way, but it seems like lifetimes. Your struggles weaken to the point where you are hardly moving and you know you will die with your lover's cock lodged in your throat. You feel a floating sensation, a numbing.

Then his cock is out and your lungs suck in a huge breath. You cough and splutter, then you retch and fall forward with your shoulders against his legs. As you heave and pant prone against him, you feel the immensity of your arousal. You moan over and over, unable to think of anything but how masterfully he has controlled you. He has shown you just how helpless you are at his hands, pushing your fear and arousal to new heights.

Did you just hear the door click? In your exhausted, disoriented state, you can't tell. But the sound reminds you that there might be someone else in the room. Someone might have witnessed you being choked with a cock? Moaning appreciatively afterward?

You are still too close to that euphoric moment of panic, fear. When you have caught your breath, the thought of having been witnessed this way will set in. Now it is enough to take air into your lungs and expel it in large amounts, as the adrenaline rush fades and your pulse resumes a normal pace. Your pussy is dripping and aching, still throbbing with arousal.

Slowly, you raise yourself up, nuzzling your face against his still hard cock. You lick his balls gently as his cock rubs against your cheek. There are no words that express how you feel at this moment. You lick and kiss his cock and balls, caress it with your cheeks, articulating with your actions what you cannot with your voice. Kneeling at his feet, reverently bathing his member with your deepest affections, you tell him that he is giving you exactly what you want. What you need.

Soon, he will erupt in your mouth and you, in a state of bliss, will feel it slide down your throat... the throat he has just ravaged. Like a salve, soothing you. Rewarding you. Feeding you.

What more can you do for him to show him how you feel? Is kneeling before him and rubbing your cheek against his erect cock enough? Does it convey the depths of your servitude? The extent to which his pleasure is your life's blood? 

Oh, there is more you can do, and will do oh so willingly. You will gladly accept the sticky offering this magnificent organ will discharge into your mouth. You will not notice anything unpleasant about the taste of it. Whatever its physical properties, it is a manifestation of his satisfaction and that transcends all other aspects of it.

And that you will be on your knees as that salty blast coats your tongue only intensifies your pleasure. Many times you have pleasured him in bed or on the sofa. And not that those occasions were without merit. But this is different.

On your knees is the way you need it now.

When he has filled your mouth with his seed, you will long to hear him tell you. Order you to swallow it. And at his word, you will do so. Complete your act of submission by accepting him as fully as a woman can.

You moan as you continue to rub your face against him in a feline way. And cat-like, you are almost purring as the skin of his manhood, wet with your saliva, brushes against yours. You're licking and kissing him, waiting for him to command you to suck him again.

But he does not say those words. No, he says nothing. Instead, he grabs the hair near your temple and jerks it hard. You cry out in surprise and pain, even as his hands knot deeper in your hair, taking your head in a firm grip between them.

Oh, you know what it means when he grabs you like this! Your anticipation sparks a fresh surge of heat and wetness throb in your pussy. You open your mouth wide, waiting for that moment when he shoves his cock inside. 

It doesn't happen right away, but only because he knows you want it. Want it soo badly! He's toying with you, savoring the way you kneel with your mouth open expectantly, begging to be mouth-fucked by his stiff member. 

Then the head of his cock brushes your lip. You feel the sticky trail of his precum. Oh, it is soo close now! A whimper escapes you as you kneel waiting. He gives a snort, as if to say he can't believe what a slut you are for wanting this. For wanting him to savagely fuck your mouth.

He pulls you forward ever so slightly, allowing you to close your lips around the very tip of him. You lick hungrily at the small part of him he allows you to taste.

Without warning, he thrusts his hips forward as he pulls your head into him. His cock head spears the back of your throat, gagging you, bruising you. Then he is pistoning in and out of your mouth, his hips working in tandem with his hands to shove his cock deep into your mouth every time.

Without your hands, you can hardly keep your balance, let alone brace yourself against his assault. He rams into the back of your throat over and over. It is all that you can do to keep your lips and tongue between your teeth and his shaft. Your breasts slap together and against your body as he shoves you forcefully into his cock.

Each time he slams into the back of your throat, you almost gag. And you want to thank him for that. For so completely using you. For showing you no consideration whatsoever. For taking his pleasure no matter what the cost to you.

You feel the spittle flying from your mouth as he continues to recklessly slam your face into his crotch. You can't keep your lips wrapped around him, he is jerking your head back and forth so hard.

Then he stops, pulls his cock from your mouth and releases you. You gasp and cough, at once struggling to catch your breath and wishing he had not stopped. Reflexively, you try to wipe the spit away that is running down your chin, only to be restrained by the cold steel of the handcuffs.

Suddenly, he pulls away your blindfold. The immediate return of light catches your eyes unprepared and you close them. As they adjust, you slowly open them, take in your surroundings.

You are in what looks like a hotel room. You are kneeling on the floor between the window and the bed. You don't have time to notice much more because his cock is once again under your nose, grazing your wet lips.

Your eyes look up at him. His are boring back down through you. He has removed your blindfold because he wants you to see that predatory look in his eyes. And he wants to see the submission in yours. That look that you give him that says you can be taken without reservation. Everything you have to offer is his to take. Take.

"Open," he commands. You do so, no hesitation. "What a cocksucking slut you are," he mutters, wiping his cock on your cheek. "On your knees like that." He slaps your cheek with his throbbing erection. "You can't wait to have me cram my cock back in your mouth, can you?" You don't even need to nod. Your eyes, your body language, tell him how right he is. You are his cocksucker, grateful to be on your knees for him. Your mouth aches to finish pleasuring him, taste his satisfaction.

Again, he grabs your head and forces himself into your mouth. It is forceful, primal, like before. But this time you can look up and see his eyes. It is so much better when you can see his eyes. The look that is almost disdain, contempt.

In and out of your mouth he slams himself, groaning, getting closer with each thrust. Your eyes water as you struggle just to keep your lips and tongue on him, give him the pleasure of your mouth as he pounds you down and his hips up over and over.

Several times his cock goes past the back of your mouth into your throat. You feel raw from his assault and you wonder how long you can continue to withstand it. Of course, there is no choice. You are handcuffed and on your knees. You have to endure it for as long as he wants. As long as he desires.

Over and over and over he pulls your head into his cock as the tears roll down your cheeks, mingling with the spit running from your lips. You can hardly breathe now, so furious is his pace. 

Just when you think that you have reached the limit of what your body can withstand, he withdraws. You look up at him in surprise, then down at his cock, which he is stroking rapidly with his hand. He moans and throws his head back.

You know what is coming and you lean forward, mouth open, desperate to taste him. He doesn't let you get too close. You are back far enough to see the first white ribbon erupt from him before your eyes reflexively close. You feel the hot splatter across your cheek and nose. Then a second stream hits your mouth as well as your lips, tongue and chin. A third, your cheek and ear. He groans like a wounded animal as he pumps his load into your face.

When he is done pumping, he stuffs his still hard cock into your mouth and you greedily suck any remaining juices from him. He is starting to soften when he pulls himself from the warmth of your mouth. He looks down at you and you can see the satisfaction in his eyes. 

His finger pushes some of the cum on your cheek toward your lips and you open your mouth to accept it. He pushes it inside and you close your lips around his finger, sucking it as you would his cock. The taste of him, his most manly of essences, is a nectar to you. Then he straightens up and walks away, going to the bathroom. 

You are left on your knees, his cum dripping down your face, like a slut... his slut. Your pussy is on fire, your nipples screaming. Oh he has so deliciously used you. And to leave you here like this... covered in sperm, still on your knees. You cannot imagine a more fulfilling moment.

For the first time you take a look around you. You can see part of the door from where you are kneeling. Depending on where your husband stood and whether or not he let the person in, you may or may not have been seen. Then your eyes spot the tray with the bottle of champagne and the glasses. They are on the dresser a mere ten feet from you.

If the person brought those into the room... he would have seen everything! And if that person had stayed... God! He would have had ring side seats! What wouldn't he have seen? The thought of being seen naked on the floor was bad enough. That a man might have been standing a dozen feet away while you gagged and squirmed? That was beyond mortifying. Certainly, your husband wasn't so brazen, right?

Not so brazen? He walked you into a hotel blindfolded with your tits hanging out! On the elevator, he displayed your breasts to the other passengers! He stripped you naked, handcuffed you and ordered you to your knees! He shot his cum all over your face and left you on your knees, unable to clean yourself! You can no longer be sure just how far he is willing to go.

The idea that another man might have watched you contort so desperately as you gagged on your husband's cock is beyond comprehension. Your head spins at the thought. Oh God, that person would have thought you were such a slut! 

And it occurs to you that the person in question wouldn't know that you had never done anything quite like this before, would he? He would assume this was the way it had always been for you. He would have no knowledge of you in your normal daily life. No way of knowing how you conduct yourself so professionally, earning the respect of those who work for you and with you. No, he didn't see the business suit you had on earlier.

All he saw was a cocksucker... a slut on her knees.

The words "cocksucker" and "slut" still ring in your head. There is little argument that they apply to you. Even now, as you wait for him to release you, you are counting down to the time he will use you again.

He returns from the bathroom with a washcloth. It is warm and wet and he uses it to gently clean away the stains he has put on your face. When he's finished, he gives your lips a gentle kiss. Then he stoops behind you and releases the handcuffs. He tosses them aside and raises you to your feet. Carefully, he lifts you in his arms and carries you to the bed, where he lays you down.

He turns and goes over to the tray with the champagne glasses and the bottle. He pops the cork on the bottle and pours a glass for each of you. He hands one to you , then returns to the tray. He comes back and sits on the bed beside you, placing a luscious red strawberry to your lips. You take a bite of the proffered fruit, savoring its succulent flavor. When it is gone, he reaches down and strokes your cheek. He clinks his glass against yours and you both sip the bubbly beverage. 

He continues to caress you as you sip your champagne in silence. Your eyes communicate with each other far more effectively than words could at this moment. He has taken what he wanted for his pleasure. And that, in turn, has ensured your pleasure as well.

He sets the glasses aside and climbs into bed beside you. He folds his large frame protectively around your petite body and pulls the covers over you both. You are safe and warm in his embrace. His arms around you, you drift off into slumber.