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Just For Her

By: MadelynW



My apologies to those who read an earlier version of this that I uploaded prematurely. I hope knowing the story won't spoil your enjoyment of this version. 

*** 

When Debbie got up to speak, she spotted Craig straight away. The tiny little bit of eye contact they had as she walked on stage almost startled her. Who was this guy? He was so focussed on her, so obviously there just for her. Everyone else was at Sexpo for the tits and arse (and why not? Hey, go for it) or for the cheap drinks after the presentation (ditto).

In fact, Craig was there just for her. Normally, he would never have even considered going to Sexpo, but he'd been checking out the babes in the newspaper ad for Sexpo and he spotted her name. He'd discovered Debbie a year or so earlier when he'd stumbled upon one of her videos on the internet. It began with her in skimpy lingerie, moving sensuously, stroking herself, showing off her lithe body. Ordinarily, Craig thought a bit of cover-up was much sexier than nudity, so he was doubly impressed when, after a few minutes, she took off her top in such an arousing manner that he kept watching. Still she stroked and wriggled and when she took off her bottom, Craig was even more aroused. Then she began to masturbate – lightly, stroking her pussy, licking a finger and slipping it in. 

Craig had never seen anything like this before. Occasionally, when he was surfing the net, he'd come across explicit stuff, but it was never very sexy. The women's faces were like masks, their performances false and wooden. But Debbie was so natural. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself, smiling at the camera, licking her lips. At one point her whole body trembled and Craig thought to himself, you can't fake that, can you? Then Debbie got out the dildo and vibrator and began to masturbate more heavily. This sort of thing would ordinarily put Craig right off, but he was convinced that it was genuine when her face became a bit tense, a bit anxious, as she worked her way toward orgasm. If this was faked, she'd be throwing salacious looks at the camera, tossing her head back and crying, "Oh baby, do it to me!" 

She had to work to bring herself to orgasm but when she came, crying out, her body heaving and trembling, Craig couldn't believe it. He thought he'd died and gone to heaven. 

Debbie's topic for her speech was "The Slower You Go, the Higher You Get" and she gave a little demonstration. To make her point, she was wearing a lot of clothes: she had heavy-rimmed glasses on with her hair tied back, a white cotton blouse with a men's vest and tie, a grey woollen businesswoman's skirt. Underneath was all black: black lacy bra with a centre clasp, lacy full-back panties with a black silk thong underneath, black garter belt made of leather and lace, and black stockings with the 1950s-type seam down the back. The shoes were red – bright red patent leather stilettos with straps that wound all the way up her calves.

As she spoke about the joys of flirting, of teasing, of foreplay and of slow sex, she took off her clothes, piece by piece, one by one. First the glasses and the hair-tie. She shook her long black hair loose and it fell across her shoulders and her breasts. Already her nipples were hardening, partly from the tension, but also, she was enjoying herself. Craig was right about her videos. Debbie was always aroused by the idea of others getting off on her performance, which of course, made the performances magic for him. 

For some reason, Debbie had started off tonight feeling nervous. It wasn't easy, doing a striptease without music while delivering a coherent speech. She'd done this sort of thing a few times before, back home in the States, but she was worried about what Australians might think of her. So she loved how completely focused Craig was on her: every time she removed another bit of clothing, she'd look into his eyes and she felt calmer. She felt sexier. 

Next the vest. She nearly tore the vest off for drama – to demonstrate that a little bit of fast is good. A little bit of urgent. The tie came off next, and then one by one she undid the buttons on her blouse. 

Now she locked eyes with him, and Craig could feel himself respond. His breath became deeper, heavier, and his skin cooled slightly as a thin film of sweat glazed his skin. His cock had been tingling since she'd walked out on stage, but now it was hard, throbbing. 

Debbie smiled, showing her teeth, her tongue. She looked into his deep, deep gorgeous eyes, licking her lips slowly, as if she was tasting his response. And she could see him respond. She loved his smile, she loved how delighted he seemed. She craned her neck to see if there was a bulge in his pants, but the person in front of him was in the way. 

She gave a little shimmy and the blouse dropped to the floor. 

The skirt had a short zipper at the side. It may have been short, but it took forever for her to unzip it. She used the time to talk a bit about one of her favourite positions, called the "unemployed" because it kind of assumes that you have nothing – nothing – else to do. The man lies on his back and the woman gets on top. The woman moves around, a bit, but not too much. The idea is to keep the man's penis erect inside her, but not get too aroused, because what you mainly do is chat. About anything, anything at all. Later that night in the hotel room, they did the "unemployed" and talked about silly things, like whether make-up is good for your skin or whether Pluto is really a planet. And all the time she had his cock deep inside her, with her clit rubbing against his pubic mound and her warm juices trickling down his scrotum. 

Once the zip on the skirt was undone, she gave another little shimmy and it, too, fell to the floor. And there she was, just black lacy underwear and red leather stilettos. The heels on her stilettos tapped out a steady heartbeat rhythm on the wooden floor as she strutted around the crumpled clothes. She realized she was moving her hips as if she was already having sex. She quickly glanced into Craig's eyes once more and then, pleased by how aroused he seemed, pointed her bum in his direction and bent over to pick up the clothes. She felt her pussy squeezing out between her thighs, the silk of the thong forming folds between her labia. 

Her arse was now high in the air, two mounds like the top of a love heart and she thought, now's a good time to take off the stockings. So she loosened the straps on the stilettos and undid the clasps on the garter belt, while she spoke about delayed orgasm, all the time grinding her bum round in little circles. She squatted down and rolled onto her back as she pulled the stockings off, inching them down over her smooth thighs, her shapely calves, her heels, her toes and then she tossed the stockings into the audience. 

One stocking floated down onto Craig's face. His cock pounded and throbbed, responding as much to its sweet scent and its warmth as to its barely perceptible touch when it settled on his lap. His shoulders rolled forward as his body trembled and he began to think about weeding the garden in an effort to ward off what felt like an orgasm rising inside him. 

Thankfully, Debbie decided it was time to turn down the temperature a bit, and she just stood at the podium for the last few minutes of her speech. Then, just as she finished the last sentence, she whipped her bra off like a teenage college flasher at Cancun Beach. The applause was wonderful, thunderous, but when she looked at Craig, she saw him still sitting quietly, holding her stocking to his face, breathing through her stocking, and then she realized he was wiping tears from his eyes with her stocking. He was holding back tears and when their eyes met she could see that she'd moved him. Her performance had taken him somewhere special. 

Debbie needn't have worried about what Australians would think of her. The applause, the wolf whistles and the cat calls went on and on, filling the convention hall with noise. Three times she had to return to the stage for another bow, each time giving the audience a little treat – a wiggle of her bum, a squeeze of her breasts. It was warm in the hall, and by the time Debbie did her third bow, her body was glistening with sweat. Craig couldn't take his eyes off that little bead of sweat that trickled down between her breasts and over her belly. It was just for him that she caught that bead with her finger and, putting her hand into her panties, placed it right on the tip of her clit. God, it felt good. Her pussy was warm and moist and her clit was full and pounding with blood. Everyone else thought it was just an act, but he knew. He was there for her. Just for her. 

***

It was one of those hot, humid nights in Sydney, when even inanimate objects seem to sweat, when an ordinary lamppost or brick wall feels warm and damp. Wanting to be anonymous for rest of the evening, Debbie skipped the drinks and went for a walk. Despite having lived in Miami for three years and despite the thin veneer of glamour that went with her job, Debbie was really a small-town girl. She'd never been further than California before, so she was living in the moment, walking beside Sydney Harbour along the promenade by the Opera House, with the lights reflecting in the water, on the other side of the planet from home. It was fabulous. As she walked, she was looking up at the lights on the Harbour Bridge, not really watching where she was going, and that's when she bumped into Craig. Literally. 

Craig had been staring out across the Harbour, oblivious to the noise from the traffic and the ferries, not really noticing the boats and the people around him while he played over Debbie's performance in his mind. Suddenly he'd been knocked off balance and when he looked toward the source of the problem there was Debbie. 

She recognized him. He was the guy with the deep blue eyes and the gorgeous smile. And of course he recognized her. They both went into automatic response, doing the "Oh, I'm sorry" and "Beg your pardon" stuff and she looked into his eyes again and he started trying to think of something else to say, but then she felt her nipples hardening and he looked in her eyes, deep into her eyes, and she realized – she knew – that she could trust him. Without another thought, she stepped toward him, pressing against him with her breasts, her hard nipples against his chest. Her lips met his and he thrust his tongue into her mouth as her tongue wrapped around his and slid into his mouth. 

She kept stepping forward, pushing him backward until he'd backed up against the wall of the Opera House and then she could really push her body against his. She slipped her hands under his t-shirt at the back and pulled him even closer, tighter. His hands were on her waist, moving up, up to her breasts, lifting and squeezing her breasts, their bodies were tight against each other, their mouths locked together. Then his hands moved down, down over the small of her back and onto the cheeks of her bum and then he, too, was holding their bodies closer. 

Then – somehow – he got one hand down into her panties, pressing against her pussy. He slid his fingers between her labia as she became wet, feeling the moist warm flesh, stroking her clit as it swelled up, hard against his fingers. Then he slipped his middle finger into her cunt, then two fingers. She felt her hips start to grind and that's when she realized, they had to go somewhere. Now. 

"Are you from around here?" she asked, hoping he'd know of a good hotel they could go to. 

Debbie and Craig, both addictive romantics, have never tried to contact each other since that night, preferring their memories to any unlikely email-based friendship that may have arisen. But if they had stayed in touch, if they'd become good friends, reliable correspondents across the Pacific, then Debbie would be duty bound, from time to time, to give Craig a hard time about the look on his face at that moment. To Debbie it seemed to be the sort of look that people must have when they've just tripped over a rock and they're heading face-first toward the ground. He looked so shocked. 

Poor old Craig. He'd been overcome with desire, lost in sensation. Then suddenly it seemed as though Debbie wanted to make some small talk and there he was, he'd been just about to suggest a hotel, but now there she was, and he didn't know whether they should start chatting about the weather or what. 

And then things seemed to get worse. She started laughing. And not just giggling. Not just a hearty ho-ho belly laugh. She was totally cacking herself. 

Poor old Debbie. The look on Craig's face was so funny, she just couldn't stop laughing for long enough to explain herself and every time she tried, she'd wheeze and snort and then she'd laugh so hard she could hardly breathe. So, of course, Craig became a bit alarmed, a bit worried that this young woman here with him may be in some kind of distress, so of course the look on his face became even funnier. And then Debbie would somehow laugh even harder. 

Eventually, she managed to gasp the word 'hotel' and finally Craig got it. Then he started laughing too and they both collapsed onto the ground, sitting back-to-back, and wiped the tears from their eyes. 

The hotel he chose wasn't quite what she'd normally go for, but then, Craig wasn't quite what she'd normally go for either. A bit old, a bit unfit, a bit bald. He could definitely lose the beard. For Craig, the surprising thing was how little he cared that this was Debbie DeVine, voluptuous vixen of the information super-highway. All that mattered was the overwhelming convergence of desire that had built up between them. There was something within them, drawing them together, pulling them along and neither of them could resist. They both wanted each other. Badly. 

They got to the hotel room and began with a kiss. Craig went to close the door and Debbie kind of got in the way and their faces were so close. So they kissed – a sweet, gentle kiss. They kept kissing, sweetly, gently, as they grabbed a couple of drinks out of the mini-bar, and then they stood there, pressing their bodies together, stroking with one hand, holding their drinks in the other, chatting about nothing in particular. Stroking her arm, his hip, her shoulder, the left cheek of his bum, a little squeeze, her right breast, another squeeze, massaging his back, drawing their bodies closer together. 

Relaxed, comfortable, no hurry to finish their drinks, but then the drinks were finished and suddenly twice as many hands were moving and stroking, massaging and squeezing. Across his chest, feeling his nipples, then up onto his shoulder, then up his neck, feeling the soft hairs, then onto his cheek and then his lips, soft and moist. Down her back, exploring the dimples above her bum, massaging the muscles of her spine, sometimes gentle, sometimes firm, pressing hard, holding their bodies tight, close. 

One hand feeling the curve of his bum, then up his back, under his t-shirt, feeling the smooth, dry texture, and suddenly both hands under his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Another hand sliding down over her hip, onto her leg, then up her inner thigh, under her skirt, touching her panties. Her pussy opens as the hand pushes against her. She moves her hips in little circles, and her pussy moves against his hand, back and forth, side to side. 

Exploring his belly-button, then down his belly and behind his belt buckle, into his pants and over his underpants, feeling the few spots of pre-cum. Feeling his cock hardening, growing and straightening, then throbbing as the warm blood pulsed through his veins. She stroked her cheek against the hairs on his chest and he made the loveliest purring noise.

Then he kissed her on the nape of her neck, just above her shoulder, and a thousand tiny lightening bolts rushed through her body, racing up to the spot where his lips were. But then he would kiss her an inch or so further up her neck and there would be another rush. Then another kiss, just below her ear, and another rush. Her eyes were closed. She heard herself groaning. She wrapped her arms round him, to pull him closer but also to steady herself. The next kiss was on her earlobe and she shuddered, shaking with pleasure as she felt his teeth teasing, nibbling. Suddenly, he was unbuttoning her blouse. 

She reached for his belt buckle. They'd reached one of those urgent moments. She had his belt unbuckled, his top button undone and his zipper unzipped in a heartbeat. His cock sprang out of his underpants like something unleashed and stood there, pulsing. She placed her lips on the tip, let them slide down so that the hood was in her mouth and suddenly urgent was gone – she was going to enjoy every moment of this. 

Craig let out a deep sigh. He'd never felt so relaxed and so aroused at the same time. He felt Debbie's tongue moving up and down against the sensitive spot just below the hood, sending bubbles of pleasure floating up inside him. She drew circles with her tongue around his hood, over and over, round and round, and that urgent moment he'd had as he'd unbuttoned her blouse now faded into the distance, into a kind of tranquil fog of sensation and pleasure, and he realized, he was getting into a little surrender. He heard himself groaning as her lips moved down the shaft of his cock, taking more and more into her mouth as she continued to draw circles with her tongue. 

Every so often she switched to licking, up and down the length of his cock, then taking his balls into her mouth while stroking his cock. Over and over, she licked his cock and then rubbed it against her face, making her face wet and slippery. Then she took it into her mouth again and tickled the tip with her tongue, tasting the salty pre-cum oozing out. 

She started to suck, short bursts of sucking, and she realized that with each suck, each time her lips tightened round his shaft and her tongue pressed hard against the underside of his hood, she, too, would give a little groan. She shifted the way she was kneeling so the heel of her foot pressed against her pussy. She started rocking back and forth, back and forth, and realized she was surrendering too. He was rocking too; they were both rocking with a tempo that was slow and peaceful, but irresistible. They were possessed by something rhythmical, moving to a beat they could both feel. It felt as if it could go on forever and then, it felt as if it had been forever. 

Craig had his hands on her head, stroking her hair, stroking her ears and neck. She felt the slightest lift from his fingertips and she realized he was drawing them out of their trance, and on to the next phase. As she rose up, she kept her tongue pressed against him, moving along the top of his penis, then up through his pubic hair and up to his belly button. She drilled into and circled round his belly button and then moved up, one long, slow lick, moving up and up. 

When Debbie reached his neck, she started kissing, but these were not ordinary kisses – with each kiss, she let her lips open so that her tongue was touching his skin, and she would tickle and suck and even nibble at him, leaving tiny wet spots. First toward his ear, then toward his mouth, where she hesitated for moment, then teased for a bit, giving him little licks and nibbles on his lips and his nose. 

Craig placed his hands on her hips and stroked upwards, following the curve of her hips, her waist, feeling the warm softness of her breasts and moving on, up under her blouse and onto her shoulders. He pushed her blouse back over her shoulders and it slid down her arms and back and fell to the floor. He slid his hands up her neck until they were just below her ears, holding her head, while she took little nips at his lips and nose. 


Just For Her



Craig felt himself grinning again, enjoying the teasing, going for a lick or nibble himself each time she planted one. Then something moved inside him, rolling and rising, awakening. Debbie saw his eyes flash, his smile vanish, and then suddenly his hands went from gentle to powerful. Hungrily, he pulled her toward him and their mouths met, their lips pressed hard together. Craig held her mouth tight against his and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Debbie felt an instant response – she pushed her tongue past his, tasting his saliva, tasting his urgency. Tongue, teeth, lips, sliding, smearing, biting, sucking. She felt the thousand lightening bolts race out to the edges of her skin and stay there. She felt like every pore on her body was glowing with electricity, she was on fire. A thousand tiny fires. Their breathing became rapid. This was beyond urgent. 

Debbie's heart was beating so hard she could hear the roar of blood in her ears, the sound blending into the sound of his breathing, each breath like an animal, and she knew, she could feel that thing inside him, not just moving now, but driving, taking control. Their mouths were huge, greedy, insatiable. She realized she was pulling her skirt and panties off, practically ripping them off. 

In two steps, Craig had his pants off from around his ankles. He more or less carried Debbie to the side of the bed, his hands still just below her ears. He knelt on the bed and lay her down beside him, their mouths still locked together. He threw one leg over and straddled her hips, and then lay on her, lifting and sliding his legs in between hers, their bodies writhing against each other. Craig rubbed his cock against her pussy, back and forth, not entering her, just feeling the hot, wet labia caressing the sides of his cock. Lifting her knees, Debbie felt her labia spreading, felt the texture of his hard cock rubbing against her clit, and she heard a sound come from deep inside her unlike any sound she'd ever made before. It was primeval, as if she, too, had an animal inside her, and it wanted out.

Craig felt his arousal rising within him, felt the rhythm speeding up. Just as he was about to abandon himself to the sensations, a little voice in the back of his mind said: no, not yet. Gathering what conscious will he had, he lifted himself off Debbie, up onto his knees and hands, above her. Debbie felt her body arch up toward his, aching for more contact, lusting for the feel of his hairy chest, his beard against her cheek, his cock against her pussy. Craig felt her need, it fed his own need until his will was wavering, teetering on the edge and then he let go with his knees and hands and landed on top of her like a ton of bricks. It was about the least sexy thing that had happened all evening, and it worked. It broke the urgent spell. 

Debbie pushed Craig off her so she could breathe and he slid down her body, down, down, slowly. So slowly. He licked her breasts like they were big ice-cream cones, starting at the bottom, round in circles, moving toward the top. She felt her breasts become wet, felt little tickles every time his beard brushed against her skin. By the time he got to her nipples they were so hard she thought they'd burst, but then he took them into his mouth and every one of those thousand lightening bolts raced straight into her nipples. It was pleasure verging on pain and that animal rolled round inside her. She thought it was going to want out again, but the sound that came out of her was more like a purr, a purr on the end of every breath, every deep, deep breath. 

Craig inhaled deeply, deliberately, his nose so close to Debbie's skin he could almost feel the languorous scent lifting from her. Debbie's fragrance told stories, evoked moods and memories, like the smell of distant rain or the smell of a cat's fur when it's been lying in the hot sun. The rich, salty flavour of her skin was full of nuances – yeasty, sour, peppery, musty. It seemed like his blood just went pound, like every part of him throbbed when his lips came to rest on her nipples – they were so hard, so rigid with pleasure. He was a blind man, reading like Braille the soft bumps and ridges beneath his lips, feeling his body respond to the elegant textures, the fine detail. 

As the steady, slow movement of his tongue on her breasts moved down to her belly button, Debbie felt shivers move through her body. She was so aroused that when he moved down, slowly down, down across her pubic mound and down onto her pussy, there was no sense of relief – no at last, he's there – just a steady rising sensation of pleasure moving through her. She could hear the purring getting louder, the breathing more regular. 

Craig wiggled his tongue down from her pubic mound, moving closer and closer to her clit. He moved firmly down onto the top of her hood and then sucked, drawing her clit up between his lips, where he could tickle it with his tongue. Debbie felt her clit become hotter, more engorged. It seemed as though the thousand lightening bolts were born in his tongue and passed into her body through her clit. Craig could feel the blood pounding through her clit, pounding with a rhythm that seemed to synchronize with their breathing and moaning. 

He slid his tongue up and down between her labia, drinking the juices, smearing them all over her pussy, inside, outside, down her thighs and up onto her belly. He felt as if he was drowning in warmth and wetness and juice, lost in the earthy, animal smell, the heat, the soft textures, the salty taste. 

Craig moved back and forth between her clit and her labia, and with every cycle Debbie felt her pleasure rising. She took deep breaths, groaning, growling. That animal inside her wanted to express herself and every groan, every sound she made was different. Some were almost words: more, more, oh, oh god, yes, more – but most were primal, moaning sounds that came from deep inside her, matching the rhythm of her breathing. The shivers passing through her had turned to waves and she felt herself moving to that rhythm again, like she was possessed, and she realized: she was doing the surrender thing again. 

Then Debbie found out what beards are for. Craig wrapped his arms around her thighs, placing his hands on her hip bones, pulling her closer, tighter, squeezing her thighs against his furry cheeks. Still licking and sucking her clit, he pressed his chin against her pussy. Debbie felt her labia spreading as the coarse curly hairs tickled and scratched and scrubbed. Her skin seemed to glow, the very surface of her skin became hot and invigorated. She felt her back arch as the harsh sensation inserted a layer of tension into the pleasure. Her animal rolled and stretched and flexed inside her. 

Craig pressed his nose onto her pubic mound, and slid further down so that his nose was pressing against her clit while his tongue delved deep into her cunt. The flavours became richer, the heat more intense. Debbie wondered how he could breathe, but the sound he was making wasn't like breathing. It was a deep rhythmic roar that matched tempo with hers. It was that thing inside him, that animal – it had found its voice, a voice so deep, so powerful she could feel the vibrations. 

She felt her pleasure rising still more, coming closer and closer to orgasm, in glorious, smooth climaxes that would rise and settle like mountainous waves, like tsunamis, but each time she thought she was going to come, she realized she was just riding higher, riding on the crest of an orgasm. She sat on the crest forever. An eternity of rhythmic, warm, wet pleasure. She began to scream with pleasure and Craig went back to the clit-sucking, labia-licking cycle and the pleasure rose still more, until she thought she was going to die, like this was some kind of near-death sexual madness, like this was the last time she would ever have sex because after this there could only be some kind of oblivion. 

And then she came. She felt her body convulsing as wave after wave after wave of deep pleasure passed through her. Her and her inner animal, screaming and writhing and trembling and convulsing until she almost cried out for the ecstasy to stop. Mercy, Lord, show me mercy. 

The waves diminished, the thunderous panting quietened. Licking and smearing her copious juices, Craig moved up her belly, between her breasts, his face and beard and even his hair drenched in sweat and juices, until they were lying next to each other on the bed, arms wrapped around each other, feeling the warmth and wetness, breathing in the aroma like it was a drug, keeping their senses aroused but relaxing their bodies, savouring the moment. 

Craig was lying on his back and he may have been relaxed but his erection was as hard as ever, doing that rhythmic pulsing thing that erect penises do, the tip glistening with yet more pre-cum. Debbie was drifting in the post-orgasm intoxication of pleasure, drunk with pleasure, but there was also just a simple, plain happiness. She was happy like a kid who has just met a new friend who likes the same games. She wanted more fun. So she hopped on top. 

And they did the "unemployed". She was wet, wet, wet and slid easily onto his cock. She felt it throbbing over and over again as she slid on, slowly, slowly lowering herself, squeezing and releasing her vaginal muscles as she went, moving to the pulse of his erection. Finally, her hot, wet, inflamed clit pressed itself against his pubic mound and there was a rude sort of squishing noise, wet and hot. Craig let out a kind of deep groan mixed with a sigh, slipping into deeper relaxation. 

And then there was more chat. They talked for ages, talked about pets and motor bikes, favourite books and holidays, make-up and planets. Debbie was delighted to learn that there is a dwarf planet called Xena somewhere out beyond Pluto. Craig was less open to new ideas, remaining convinced that make-up should only come in two colours – red and white – and should be used exclusively by clowns. They talked about nice beaches in Miami and the best ice-cream shops in Sydney, and even global warming and Iraq. Debbie loved the feel of him inside her, every throb, every wet, warm inch as she occasionally rose and slid down again. Every grind of her clit against his pubic mound. She loved how, every time he had a stretch and a sigh, he'd arch his body, pushing up against her and she could feel his cock inside her, hardening and relaxing, as if it was having a stretch and a sigh, too. 

They talked about how delicious every moment of their evening had been, about the silly laughing fit back on the promenade and about the incredible sensations, the look and feel of their bodies, the changes of pace. Debbie was holding tight onto his cock with her pussy and she felt him getting harder, throbbing while he talked. She loved listening to him talk about how warm and wet and soft her pussy felt, and with each word, she tightened her pussy and moved around, grinding and squeezing. She stroked his chest and he slid his hands up along her arms, up to her shoulders, down her back. She bumped her fingers across his nipples and his hands slid down to her bum, stroking, massaging, tickling her anus. 

Then there was that moment when Debbie slid her pussy up his cock, leaning forward, trying to keep her clit against his shaft, and her cheek touched his. Craig felt her breath on his cheek, felt his own breathing become deeper. His inner animal rose and reached out within him. He felt it tense and his hands did that thing, again, going from gentle to powerful. He gripped her arse, squeezing the cheeks together, holding her cunt tight round his cock. He heard Debbie give a little gasp, a little voiced inhalation. It was the sexiest music possible, it sang to his libido. He felt his cock throbbing in response. 

Then, inch by inch, millimetre by millimetre, Craig lowered her back down the shaft of his penis. She felt the muscles in her vagina tighten, by themselves this time. It was as if she felt every pore on Craig's cock as he moved her down, pushing his cock in deeper than she'd thought possible. It filled her like she'd never been filled before. There were deep sensations, deep tinglings inside her, deeper than she'd ever known. She felt a stirring inside her and she realized: he'd touched her animal. 

And she'd touched his. Craig groaned a deep, rumbling groan that started at his cock and moved up through his body until it found his lungs and his throat and then it came out, and Debbie heard it speak to her, and she knew: it was a call. He was calling her animal and her animal was responding. She howled and dug her fingernails into his back. She moved up the shaft of his penis again, slowly, squeezing. She looked into Craig's eyes and saw fire, and then realized no, she was looking into the eyes of his animal and she could see: it wanted her, wanted her animal. This was desire, but not like either of them had ever known it before. This was beyond anything they'd ever known. 

She moved back down his cock and she felt her cunt pulsing now, pulsing as his cock slowly filled her up again, pulsing as her heart, her animal heart, pumped blood down toward her pussy. Her clit squeezed against him, her cunt tightened around him, the juices oozed out and trickled down his testicles, flowed out and over both of them, smeared over his belly and legs, over her thighs and arse. They both groaned and roared: again, their animals called to each other. 

Debbie began to move up and down more quickly, more rhythmically, without being aware of what she was doing. Craig began to arch, pushing upwards. She felt his hands on her bum, squeezing as she slid down, pushing her hips forward so that her clit pressed hard against him each time. 

Steadily, the rhythm sped up, and they realized they were matching tempo with the rhythm of the pulsing, that the pounding of their animal hearts had taken over. They'd become insentient, they'd lost any ability to control what they were doing. This was beyond surrender. Surrender was a forgotten memory. This was his animal and her animal, face to face, screaming and roaring, scratching and fucking. Fucking like animals. 

And then they felt it. They both felt it rising inside them. This wasn't just sexual pleasure. This was pleasure so deep, so basic, it came from a place before sex. Before any kind of animal had ever walked the Earth. It started deep inside, deep down inside their genitals, and then it moved up their spines until it reached a part of their brains that had lain dormant all their lives and then it exploded. 

Craig felt his cock become hard, so hard, like an anvil, going deeper still, stroke after stroke after stroke. On and on, the primeval pleasure rose, higher and higher without any sign of a limit, and then suddenly the pleasure grabbed him and threw him, plunged into him, pounded at him, and he realized he was coming, coming, over and over again. 

Debbie felt him come inside her, hot and wet and pulsing, pulsing with the animal rhythm that had them both possessed. Suddenly, she was like a rag doll, shaking helplessly as wave after wave of heart-stopping pleasure flowed through her body. 

Pleasure crashed upon them in avalanches. It washed over them in floods, in such abundance it seemed to overflow, to spill out onto the bed, the furniture, the floor. It splashed against the walls and soaked into the curtains. The entire room was saturated with mind-numbing, crazy-making pleasure. Each avalanche, each flood somehow, unbelievably, more powerful than the one before, building up and up until finally, there was a moment, an exquisite, perfect moment, frozen in ecstasy as their animals cried out one last time to each other, a wild soulful sound laden with power and fulfilled desire, a sound that released them, returned their bodies to them, and they collapsed upon each other. They lay upon the bed, panting and sweating and then, both of them, crying, crying as a release, holding each other and crying, then suddenly laughing, then sighing, breathing huge, deep breaths, releasing, letting go as their animals returned to their deep inner place, moving on soft padded feet, back to their burrows, curling up, sleeping, waiting. 

Still their bodies moved, without thought, without awareness, sliding against each other in the warm slick of sweat and juice and come, limbs wrapped around limbs, hands and hips and breasts and shoulders, bumping and stroking. Their cheeks touched, their lips connected, their tongues slid into their mouths, licking and tasting, and Debbie noticed the taste and the smell and noticed how familiar this stranger was, how comfortable she was with his taste and smell and texture, his size and shape and proportions. She opened her eyes. Deep inside, Craig responded, somehow felt Debbie's awareness, felt his own awareness returning, at first a difficult memory, then unfolding, blossoming, fitting neatly inside his skin. 

Face-to-face, once more they looked into each other's eyes. 

The kissing now was gentle – light pecks on the lips, the cheeks, their eyes. They flexed and stretched and curled up, just like their animals, as though the wrinkled sheets were a nest, a luxurious nest, warm, damp, full of animal smells. Craig smiled, marvelling at the clarity with which he could see Debbie now, her brown eyes, her long black hair, tangled and wet, but still shining. 

They began to chat, again, about frivolous things. The sound of their voices, the disposable content, the casualness of it all helped them to remember who they were and gave them time to centre themselves before facing the inevitable: was there a way back? How would they ever return to who they were? 

But by then they were lying apart, not touching, on the big, king-sized bed. Still connected, still looking into each other's eyes, but moving apart, giving each other back their space. "Well," Debbie said, "Thanks for that," hoping to acknowledge what had happened between them, but trying to keep it casual, hoping that if she could be casual, it would help them to return to the mundane world, and then Craig put on that lovely laconic Aussie style, winked, and said, "No worries, mate." 

Debbie woke up the next morning, the sharp, bright Australian sun shining in the window. Craig was gone, but there was freshly-brewed coffee in the pot and a single, perfect red rose. For her. Just for her. 

*** 

Many thanks to my three editors: Starry Eyed, who tried to make me grammatical; kbate, who encouraged me to speak more powerfully and to use the third person; and ade773, who sprinkled my story with petals of positive feedback and who reminded me how much I love beards. 



Just for Her



"Ready?" James asked.

She couldn't imagine how the night could get any better. Dinner and dessert at her favorite restaurant, a moon lit stroll... perfection. 

"Open your eyes!" He had led her into their bathroom, where he had prepared a candle-lit bubble bath. She'd never seen so many bubbles; they were positively spilling out of the tub. "Get in and relax, I will be right back."

She tested the water with her toe. It was perfect. She slid in and let out a deep sigh, feeling completely enveloped in warmth. She closed her eyes until heard his footsteps. He reappeared with a tropical mixed drink for her. His eyes twinkled as he handed it to her. She took a sip and closed her eyes again, savoring the moment. She made a small noise of protest as he took the glass from her, but she obliged, keeping her eyes closed. She heard the small click of a bottle being opened, then felt his strong hands on her scalp, massaging as he washed her hair. He knew that having her hair washed was very relaxing to her. She felt the tension in her body begin to melt away. "This must be what Heaven feels like," she thought to herself.

His hands expertly kneaded her scalp, neck and shoulders until she felt completely calm and at peace. Then he presented her with a small tray that held her favorite soaps. "Stay here and relax for a bit, I will come back in later to help you dry off." She carefully bathed herself. She loved the way this soap smelled, and she wanted to make sure she used enough that the scent would linger on her skin. After she finished, she simply laid there, letting it soak in. Just as the water started to cool a bit, he was back. He took her hand and helped her step out of the tub, carefully drying her with a large, fluffy towel. She was not used to this much assistance and was surprised at how much she enjoyed it. As James dried her hair, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. She was taken aback when he stopped her. "Not yet" he whispered. 

After she was dried, he pulled something out of his pocket. "I want you to wear this for your next surprise." She unwrapped the small gift, revealing a silk blindfold. She was confused, but the rest of the night had been so amazing she could only believe that this was the start of something equally wonderful. He helped her put it on. "Can you see anything? Be honest."

"Nothing at all." she replied, holding her hands out to try and regain her bearings.

"Good, follow me." He took her hand began to walk. She knew the layout of the house well enough to know he had led her to their bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed. The feeling of the soft, cool sheets on her bare skin was wonderful. "Please raise your arms up" he asked softly. She felt cool silk wrapping around her wrists. He was tying her to the bed. This was not something they normally did, so now she was really curious as to what he had in store. 

"Try to get free." 

She moved her arms, but it didn't work. "I can't."

"Good." He replied. Though she couldn't see him, she could tell from his voice that he was grinning. She felt his hand trace her collarbone, softly and slowly. He began to kiss her neck. She had been waiting all night for this, his hands felt so good. A small moan escaped her lips. He leaned up and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Don't go anywhere, I will be right back." Don't go anywhere? How could she? She had to admit that she was getting a bit frustrated at this point. The whole evening had been so wonderful, why start teasing her now? She strained to hear what was going on. Nothing for a few minutes. Then some small sounds. A door opening? The closet? She heard a drawer slide open and the sound of someone looking through it. Footsteps came toward the bed and she felt a light tickle on her side- feathers! He must have gotten into her drawer of toys and pulled out the tickler. He lightly traced up and down her thighs, around her stomach. She could feel his breath on her. It was amazing how heightened her other senses seemed now that sight was taken away. 

She felt a soft kiss on her thigh. His face felt smoother than it had before, had he shaved? The thought of him running off to quickly shave while she lay there blindfolded and tied to the bed amused her. The thoughts of amusement left her as the kisses moved. She felt a finger slowly trace the crease between her thigh and her pussy, followed by a warm, wet mouth gently probing her. Her breath caught- it felt amazing. His fingers gently drew her swollen lips apart to allow him better access. He softly licked and sucked at her. She began to moan. She wasn't sure if it was the heightened senses, or the restraints, but something about this felt different. "Yes... don't stop" She sighed. She was already close to the edge. She bucked her hips against him as his technique continued to surprise and delight her. She was unsure where he'd learned these new tricks, but they were certainly having the right effect on her. Her moaning grew louder and louder until she screamed out, her body shaking uncontrollably. A soft chuckle of appreciation came from between her legs. She felt the blood drain from her face as she realized why it felt different. It wasn't James's voice. She struggled against the restraints. 

She felt a hand on her shoulder and heard her James's voice. "Shhh.... I'm right here. Everything is okay."

"What is going on?" she stammered. She was confused. Had she had too much to drink and imagined someone else's voice? He kissed her softly and she began to relax. Then it dawned on her. When he kissed her, he didn't feel shaved. The face between her legs did. "Who is in here?! I want to know what is going on!" 

"I think it is time for your final surprise, my love." James whispered, as he removed her blindfold. Her frightened eyes searched his, trying to find some hint as to what was going on and why. It was then that she noticed. Standing at the foot of the bed was Sean. She'd often fantasized about him, but here he was, actually in her bedroom. She looked again at James and he smiled tenderly. "You talk in your sleep, Love. At first I admit, I was a bit jealous, but then the thought of you with another man started to excite me. I've seen the way he looks at you, so I asked if he'd be willing to help me make this night special for you." He untied her restraints. 

"Are you sure?" 

He held her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. "I'm sure. I love you more than anything else, and nothing pleases me more than seeing you be pleased." 

She turned to face Sean, unsure of what to say. She had a sudden fear that this was all just a dream, too good to be true. What if she woke up? She threw her arms around Sean and kissed him passionately. The sensation was completely different than she was used to. He had a totally different taste, scent, and feeling than James. The newness excited her. He held her against him as she looked back at James, who gave a nod as if to say, "Go ahead." 

If this was her night, she was going to make the most of it. She kissed Sean hard, pushing him back onto the bed. She tore at his clothes, wasting no time in removing them. Their hands explored one another as James looked on. He rarely saw her so animal, he loved it. She focused her attention on the new cock she had in front of her. James kept himself trimmed, but Sean was completely shaved, which intrigued her. His penis was a bit longer than James's, but not as thick. It was also arrow straight. James had always joked that his was "curved for her pleasure." She lightly ran her hand down the length of Sean's throbbing member and placed the tip between her lips, wondering how it would feel to have him inside of her. He writhed in pleasure. She had always enjoyed giving oral; it was fascinating for James to be at this vantage point, seeing how he must look when she took him in her mouth. 

James shifted around uncomfortably. His own cock was stiff and in need of some attention, the absent-minded stroking he'd been giving it while watching her go down on Sean was no longer satisfying enough. He positioned himself behind her and began to massage her clit. She moaned, which Sean clearly appreciated. She was still soaking wet from the thorough tongue-lashing Sean had just given her. James positioned himself behind her and slipped his thick, hard cock into her hot, wet pussy. 

"Yes!" she cried, throwing her head back while continuing to stroke Sean with her hand. 

"How does it feel to have two cocks at once?" James asked. "I bet you love it, don't you? The way you make all those cocks so hard for you."

"Mmmm..." she sighed.

"Would you like to be filled with two at once? Why don't you wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around Sean again?" That was all the coaxing she needed. As James slammed into her, she worked back and forth on Sean, taking in as much of him as she could. Soon they got a rhythm going. 

Sean was still in awe of what was going on. He'd never dared hoped he'd have a shot with her, let alone while James was there too. The build-up was becoming too intense "I'm almost there." he panted, running his hands over her breasts.

She immediately took her hands and mouth off of Sean. "Not yet. Not until I am ready for you to." She sat back a bit and met James's thrusts; he was getting close too. "Come on baby," she cooed. "I want you to come on me" A few more pumps and she could feel James getting ready to burst. She quickly turned to face him and stared into his eyes as he pumped his hot seed onto her neck and chest. She lightly ran her fingers over it. James kissed her on the head and handed her a towel. She carefully cleaned herself, then turned back to Sean. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

"A bit left out to be honest with you" he chuckled. His erection had started to drop a bit since she'd turned her attention from him.

She smiled. "Well I couldn't let you go off before I had that gorgeous dick of yours inside of me, now could I?"

Sean swallowed hard. He didn't dare hope that he'd get to actually fuck her. What would James think? He shot a nervous glance over to James, who winked at him. "What kind of friend would I be if I just invited you over to watch me fuck her and not let you in on it?" James asked. 

She smiled mischievously, as she straddled Sean. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "First I want you to use that mouth of yours a bit more." She whispered, lightly brushing a hardened nipple over his lips. He gladly obliged, taking it into his mouth and lightly nibbling. She threw her head back and moaned in delight. She began grinding herself against his smooth cock as he continued to suck and nip at her gorgeous tits. Her moans turned into excited squeaks. James had to laugh as he watched how worked up she was getting. Sean paused to look at her and she placed her hands on his chest, pushing him down so he was lying on the bed. She ran her hand up and down his cock, then positioned herself over him and slowly eased herself down. 

She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to slowly rock back and forth, gradually taking his entire length into her until she could feel her clitoris resting against the base of his dick. She moved slowly and deliberately, up and down, front to back, moving her hips in circles. "You feel amazing" She sighed.

"So do you" he replied. "I love watching you ride me." She continued slowly, feeling another orgasm build as her clit rubbed against him. She began to moan a bit more and pick up her pace. The faster she went, the better it was for Sean. Soon she was moving wildly, bouncing up and down hard and fast. 

"Yes, I need cock so bad! Fuck that naughty little pussy while he watches. Fill it up!" Just as he was unsure he could hold out any longer, she let out a loud cry. "I'm cumming!" 

Her uncontrollable movements sent him over the top, and his hands gripped her hips and held her on as he came inside of her. She leaned down and kissed him gently. "Thank you." 

She eased off of Sean and looked toward James, who was smiling proudly. "And thank you too. This was the best part of the evening, I hope we can do this again sometime."

James and Sean's eyes met and they smiled. There would definitely be more evenings just for her.



Just For Her



It seemed awfully naughty to her, but why not? She deserved a little something just for her...

It was a runaround day, stops all over downtown, lots of bases to touch. Finally, midafternoon, she'd finished her schedule, and decided there was no way she was going back to the world just yet. She'd check in, no more, but that was going to be it for a while.

She smiled as she settled into her spot, unearthed her phone, and saw she had a wifi connection. Some time back, she'd found a secluded corner of a conference hotel right downtown - she gravitated back there when she had the chance. It was intended for quiet conversation, an echo of when power was brokered in the ornate corridors of the grand old place. A couple of overstuffed leather armchairs and a functional glass coffee table were placed at the end of a hall, around a bend that led nowhere but to stairs no one used. High windows let in the light, and thick carpet muffled the sound of the mandatory muzak from the lobby two floors below.

She rolled her eyes in exasperation as she checked her email - six messages, six details to handle. She dutifully worked her way through them, feeling more like playing hooky and blowing it all off with each one. Finally, she could call herself finished for a while, and she slumped back in the chair. Alone at last.

Her mind drifted for some time, sorting itself out, adjusting to taking a break. Hearing the murmurs of the city going on around her, but sitting alone in a place that had been unchanged since she first found it, years ago. So good to have time just for her... but it would be so nice to have just a little more...

She looked at her phone, deciding... then entering an address in her web browser she'd not used for too long. Using her secret login, with the password she'd be shy about saying aloud. Words and images and sex and passion flowed across her screen, reminding her of the things she enjoyed, things that she'd never confess to the people she'd seen that day. But this was time just for her, and this was what she wanted.

She scanned the screen, looking here, there... more and more attuned to what she saw. She began to physically respond to her new train of thought - she'd been neglecting her body, and it knew what it wanted. She began to shift in her seat, biting her lip... did she dare? It seemed awfully naughty to her... but why not? No one had been by in the hour she'd been there, she'd only need a few minutes...

She brought her right knee up, right foot on the chair, knee out over the arm, slipping her knee length skirt up to her hip. Her right hand dipped between her legs, eagerly tugging her prim panties to the side. Her fingertips found her clit, slid in for wetness, began to circle... her left hand worked the scroll - more new images, more naughty thoughts, and she began to resonate to her own rhythm.

Breathing faster, she ignored the screen completely, and was lost in her own sensations. Nipples stiffening as she played. Trying to judge whether the windows let anyone see her, and quickening her pace as she decided "maybe"... Hearing the noises of people in the lobby, mixing with the wet sounds of her bringing herself off...

... and the sound of the stairwell door opening behind her...

She gave a quick start and then froze - oh my god, oh my god, footsteps on the carpet...

She was sitting motionless, hand up her skirt, hoping to avoid notice... when he walked around the edge of the chair, and stopped in his tracks, noticing everything.

Several very complicated seconds followed - she still couldn't move. Expressions of astonishment, embarrassment, and fear crossed her face... and his. Her mind still-photographed him instantly - jacket and open collar, on the large side of nondescript, a little rumpled from a runaround day of his own. Bringing with him a slight whiff of clean, honest sweat, and of the soap from the hotel lavatory.

It was just inevitable that her eyes would drop to the crotch of his slacks. For a moment, the only thing in her world was watching his pants tent up as he became, quite suddenly, erect.

Her hand began to move again, slipping fingertips over her stiffened clit, redoubling the thrills she'd been feeling - good god, what was she doing!

She froze again. Knowing that she was completely vulnerable to him, she looked at his face, not knowing what to expect.

She found him looking back, eyes wide, taking photographs of his own. Trying on a smile, to see if she would like it.

Relief flooded her as he said, "It's OK."

Thrills flooded her as he said, "Go on."

He moved to the opposite armchair as he spoke, and sat slouched for line of sight, hips tilted to let him be comfortably - and obviously - hard in his pants. She watched him, mouth hanging open in disbelief, as his eyes scanned the area. He wanted to be her lookout while she finished - how sweet!

She hadn't really realized she'd begun rubbing herself again - her instincts had reached a conclusion before she did. She squirmed to the edge of her chair, arranging skirts with her free hand until he smiled. Such a nice smile, she thought. How nice of him to come to my place. She let go of the fact that she'd have found this strange hours ago - she was so ready to get away from that world of everyday, and so far it was working out so well...

His eyes on her made her frantic, and a little clumsy. Torn between the excitement of putting on a show, and the excitement of... well, fucking herself, she was turning into a squirming, panting maniac. Her eyes never left his face as he watched her, intent on every detail, beginning to breathe heavily himself, large hands gripping his thighs to keep them from crossing boundaries.

He leaned forward, and his voice came to her again. Low and earnest, but with a touch of mischief, like a kid who wanted to play too. "I have to touch you. May I help?"

Her hips, on the edge of her chair, bucked forward as she heard what he said, and she drew a quick breath. Her nod was almost redundant - his smile had already brightened at her initial reaction.

Swiftly he was standing beside her chair, bending over her, right hand brushing her inner thigh. She grabbed his hand with her damp fingers and guided him straight to her. She'd been driving herself crazy for half an hour, she was tingling from head to toe - he was more than welcome to touch her.

The tips of two fingers tucked under her panties, tugging them farther aside, and his hand slipped down to cup her pussy, still barely concealed by her skirt. Already at the edge of her chair, she spread her legs as widely as possible, waiting. Licking her lips, leaning her head back against the top of the high backed chair, him standing behind and bending over her. His left cheek settled against her hair, and that same low voice in her right ear told her that she was magnificent to touch. He began to slide his hand just slightly up and down her slit, middle finger slipping across her clit. She thrust her hips against his hand; she raised her right hand up to the side of his broad neck, to hold his face to her.

He told her he had to feel what she was like inside her cunt, and she knew that he felt her nod. His left arm came around her, to support her under her breasts, her left hand grasped his forearm, and suddenly two curled fingers dipped into her, up to the second knuckle.

She twitched so wildly, she nearly judo-flipped him over the chair.

He pumped the fingers in and out, fast and stiff right from the beginning, since she was well past wet enough already. The base of his thick fingers slapped against her clit on each stroke, as their tips teased more moisture from her every time. Her right hand moved to the back of his neck, rubbing it spasmodically, clenching and unclenching in his hair. Oh god, she loved having a visitor this afternoon...

Her head moved to rest against his left shoulder, her lips near to his ear so she could moan softly just for him. Seeking his rhythm, her hips shifted and thrust to get those fingers all the way in... and suddenly she was trying to be quiet about an orgasm that rolled through every nerve and muscle of her body. She clung to his left arm for support as her pussy clenched and grabbed at his fingers, juices squeezing out onto his hands, her panties, her skirt, their chair.

When her ass touched down again, he slowly withdrew his hand, and returned to slowly rubbing her up and down again, teasing aftershocks from her on every stroke. She had no idea how long this lasted until she finally lay limp in the chair, his left arm hugging her into his shoulder.

He spoke again, quietly into her right ear, passion shaking his voice. "I'm very late getting back to my meeting - someone's going to come looking for me soon. I can't stay now, dammit. I'll be in the bar downstairs at 7:30 tonight - I really hope you'll come see me so we can see where this goes next."

She nodded again, realizing she'd not said a word the whole time he was there. By then he had already straightened, turned and walked back into the stairwell, leaving a happy puddle of woman behind. She quickly tidied herself up to be half presentable, and switched her neglected phone's screen back to something innocent, but she lingered bonelessly in the chair, head spinning, needing a little more time before her legs would carry her away from there.

What an amazing afternoon - what might the night be like?



Just for Her



There is something amazing about pleasing a woman with no concern for yourself. With that in mind, I submit the story that follows.

You open the door, wearing a t-shirt and skirt, and direct me to enter. Before I have a chance to sit down, you inform me that tonight is "all about you", and that if I am to stay, I must be willing to do whatever is asked of me, regardless of how I feel. Taking a moment to understand what I have been told, I respond "Yes, i agree."

Hearing me agree, you smirk, doubting my sincerity. You decide to put me to a test. "Good, if you agree, then you won't mind spinning me around, hiking up my skirt, and kissing my round, beautiful ass."

Thinking of all the times I have watched that ass wiggle, in your skirts, jeans, even your bikini, I have thought of this many times. Without saying a word, I begin to move closer to you.

"Ah ah, I forgot to mention one thing: you need to strip completely, and do this while on your knees!"

I felt my jeans begin to tighten hearing you say this, but I do not want to disappoint. I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans, and drop my jeans and boxers to the floor, stepping out of them as i pull my shirt over my head. I want to be sure that I do my best to please you. I step closer and get to my knees before you. 

As i get close, I grab your skirt and raise it, exposing your legs, then your voluptuous ass. Today you are wearing a cute pair of blue thongs. "Do you like what you see? Well? Don't stop now!"

I take a moment to take in the sights, before I move close and kiss your exposed cheek. Lips parted, tongue momentarily touching your skin. Enjoying everything I am allowed to. "Good boy. now take off my skirt."

Slowly I slide your skirt down your legs, feeling your beautiful curves underneath the fabric. I watch as you step out from your skirt, admiring your beautiful legs. "Don't stop there, I have more clothes you need to get me out of." My cock stiffened, her telling me I needed to undress her.

"May I rise, to undress you, dear?"

"Yes, you may get up, but you will not touch me any more than is absolutely necessary to complete your task. No lingering, and my panties come off last."

I stand up and grab your t-shirt, pulling it up over your head. I watch, but do not touch, as it rises over your breasts, before dropping it to the floor. I reveal your teal bra, which will come off next. Admiring the lacy fabric, i step behind you, and unclasp, sliding the straps down over your shoulders, hearing the bra hit the ground.

Finally, I had your pretty thong to remove. Though, before you would let me, you took me by the hand and led me to your bed. You stopped before climbing on the bed, and told me to finish what I had started. looking you in the eyes, I dutifully drop to my knees, before reaching forward and sliding your pretty thong down your legs.

Completely nude, you crawl up on to the bed, being sure that I see you wiggle your ass as you go. You get into position and turn over to your back, so you lie ready for me to do your bidding. I stand at the side of the bed, waiting for you to tell me what happens next.

"As tonight is about me, you may kiss my thighs and you may caress my thighs, and that is it. Nothing more. You will sit beside me, and you will use those magical hands of yours, and only your hands, to deliver me to orgasm. You will be done when I tell you that you are finished."

Once I know what is expected of me, I approach the foot of the bed, where I begin to caress your calves, slowly sliding my hands over each calf, up toward your thighs. I stop before I reach your thigh, so I may begin to caress your other calf. I proceed slowly, delivering as much excitement as I am able.

Approaching your thighs, I part them so I may kneel between your thighs, I begin kissing just above your knee, where i kiss, caress, and slowly move my way up your thigh, and nearer to your sweet honey-pot. Upon reaching the top of your thigh, I change sides, moving just above your other knee, so i can caress and I can kiss my way back up toward your sweet lips. 

I can smell you in the air, and I can feel my shaft throb from the excitement you were receivingrecieving. I longed so much to taste you, but I knew I was not allowed. I proceeded to massage your soft mound with my hand, as i was directed.

"Unnhh" I hear you moan, as you push yourself against the pillows. I continue to grind my hand up and down your lips, squeezing you, flicking you. Doing anything I could think of to please you.

Continuing to massage you, i use my fingers to gradually slide their way between your lips. I feel your dampness as I watch you press against the bed. I run my hand up and down as I go, letting you feel me against the length of your lips.

Your breathing changes. You start taking short, shallow breaths. Your body is beginning to writhe without you meaning to do so. This is my cue: I allow my finger to explore your love tunnel. "MMMM", you moan, as I enter you.

Your body continues to grind against my hand, as I continue to explore. I feel you place your hand on top of mine as I drive you mad. Wanting to push you just that much further into ecstasy, I position my thumb against your clit, feeling your entire being shudder as I press it. "UUNNHH!"

Returning to my previous position, I work gradually until I am deep into you, acting as one being. 

I bite my lip, as I watch you writhe in ecstasy. Envious of how high you must feel, having someone who will drop everything and devote their evening to you.

"OH YEAH" you remark, as you squeeze my arm, rocking your hips to meet my actions. Knowing where to pulse, when you need it most. 

Opening your thighs to accommodate me, I am able to connect with the deepest triggers of excitement. I have reached the position, that will bring you orgasms as easily as a child playing with a yo-yo.

Settling in for what is sure to be a bumpy ride, I steer you headlong into your first mind-blowing explosion. Muscles tightening, breath shortening, it won't be long now.

Ignoring my own throbbing, your convulsing muscles work their way around my digits. You would try to force me to exit, if I were not prepared. As you waves of orgasm wash over you, I stand firm, 

holding my ground. I continue to quiver and thrust as I deem necessary, delivering you the longest, most intense display that you are capable of producing.

"AAH, AAAAHHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Following the cue from your spasms, I slow down, giving you a moment to regain your senses. "How are you feeling?" Amidst your panting, you respond "much better now, baby!" 

"Shall we go for more, or are you content for now?" I ask. Sometimes she can go for as many as four climaxes before she collapses. It has been a long day, I don't think I can handle any more."

"As you wish, how would you have me proceed?" I query, anticipating the response. If she is finished this early, prospects do not look good for me tonight.

"Finish yourself off, and come to bed. I have no energy to play with you today," she remarks.

"mmhn," she gasps as I vacate her now sticky cavity. The room is full of her strong aroma. She rolls over and goes to sleep.

Left now to my own devices, I decide to ignore her suggestion. I decide to bottle up my excitement for next time. I quietly skulk to the bathroom and clean up, taking a moment to enjoy the lingering aroma, emanatingeminating still from my hands. 

Quickly, I slip into some nearby pajamas, and slide into bed. As I do, I am able to hear her continuing to moan, the effects of the high-energy romp she was just given. Tonight was a good night, hopefully next time we can both get to play.



Just for Her



She came home to an apparently empty house. 

Strange, though, since his car was in the garage.

There was a note on the kitchen counter:

I'm upstairs waiting. Go take a long, hot shower and put on the outfit that I left out.

Don't worry. I'll make you dinner afterward. :^)

She went upstairs, passing by the closed bedroom door, and into the bathroom where she did in fact take a very long, hot shower to rid herself of the day's stresses. There was a gift bag that she assumed would hold the outfit he had in mind. She peeked in it to find that it held only a note:

You're perfect the way you are right now.

She lingered, brushing her hair and putting on some dark makeup, thinking about what was going to happen. If she were to be honest, she would admit that she was getting a little excited just getting ready.

Finally, she turned off the lights and entered the bedroom.

The room was lit only with candles but as her eyes adjusted she could see just fine. He was tied with thick leather cuffs and rope spread-eagled to the bed, although a sheet covered most of him (who knew how long he had been there). He was blindfolded and had a gag in his mouth. He also had earphones in his ears.

She smiled at the raging hard on poking up under the sheet.

Coming closer to the bed, she touched his arm. He jumped, his whole body tightening. He didn't know she had come into the room.

There was card on his chest. The envelope had her name on it. Picking it up, she read:

Please help me fulfill my most intense (current!) fantasy: to satisfy you with no thought of, or ability to, gain any pleasure from it. To truly have all the focus on you.

Your pleasure will be your gift to me. My frustration will be mine to you.

Have fun. Cum for me.

She pulled back the sheet to see his naked body only to see that, no, he didn't have a hard on. He was wearing the strap-on with a purple dildo pointing straight up in the air. And his penis was locked up in that chastity cage...whatever...thing. She was a little upset. She had already told him that it wasn't something she was interested in and that he should get rid of it. She knew that she sometimes liked to make him frustrated (because he craved it so) but that was just too much.

What to do?

She could see that he was serious. Bound as he was, cut off from hearing or seeing and no way his cock was going to get any pleasure, he really was just there for her. Or at least, she knew, that's what he thought. She'd rather have him any time.

She pulled the sheet back up over him and stood up for a moment, pondering. She reached behind his head (causing another jump) and loosened the gag. She pulled it out of his mouth and he licked his lips. She pulled the headphones out of his ears. The mask stayed on.

"I thought maybe you left," he said.

"Thought about it," she said. "Explain this. I told you I wasn't interested in that thing."

"I know. It's going, I promise. But I have fantasized about this exact 'scene' for months."

"I know, you told me all about it that one day."

"Yes. And I just want to do it just this once. I just..."

"Yeah, you've dwelling on it, getting yourself all worked up. I know you," She said while she refastened the gag and gently pushed the headphones into his ears. He felt her straddle his body, her face close to his. She pushed the blindfold up so he could see and kissed his face around the gag.

He wanted to kiss her back so badly that he groaned in some small anguish.

She slid down his body, but he could only see her face, the way she was laying on him. When she got down to the dildo, she put it in her mouth. She proceeded to give "him" a blowjob while he watched in surprise. Oral wasn't her thing and he certainly hadn't expected that.

She came back up and pulled the blindfold down again. She kissed him again and pulled out one of his earbuds. "Prepare to be used," she whispered before sliding it back in place. He couldn't stop the smile on his face as his body shivered.

She first moved down between his legs. Another shock as he felt her hot breath on the chastity cage, inside which he immediately tried to get hard, with little success. She lifted the cage up and began to lick it, her tongue lightly brushing the skin of his penis and his balls. First one, then the other, then taking them into her mouth and soaking them with her saliva. He was sure this had him moaning, but couldn't be sure.

She began to slide her hands all over his body. Up and down his arms, across his chest and belly and down his legs. It felt amazing. He knew that she didn't know it, but he often found that just as exciting as her hand on his cock. As she continued, her touches got more sexual. Her fingers stroked his face and neck. Her fingernails lingered on his nipples, she ran her hands up his thighs and stroked his balls and caged cock. He had little to concentrate on except these feeling and it was overwhelming him.

He felt her straddle his hips and the dildo move. He could tell she was doing it; she was going to fuck me.

Or it.

Whatever.

He wanted to thrust into her but tied as he was that was impossible. He felt the familiar movement of her above him and then, ever so slowly, felt her rock up and down until she sat on top of him, the dildo embedded deeply inside her.

He thought his head would explode. In his mind's eye he could picture the scene, just as he had imagined hundreds of time. And then he remembered: He was only imagining it now. He couldn't see or feel or hear anything. He wasn't really going to be part of this at all. He groaned in frustration.

She fell forward, her hair falling onto his face, rocking on the dildo. She sat straight up and continued to use the fake cock. She leaned way back and stroked, driving the toy against the walls of her vagina. All he felt was the pressure of her body working for its own pleasure while he laid there, hoping beyond hope for any real pleasure at all. But...nothing except the inadvertent teasing that her hair against her face and her breasts brushing his chest provided. But he couldn't see her wild hair or touch swinging breasts. He could not reach up to kiss her flushed face. He couldn't put his hands on her throat. He couldn't hear if she was moaning or not, if she felt good, or saying anything.

This fucking went on for a good twenty minutes and then she started to move faster. He braced himself: she was going to cum. But she stopped herself more than once and gently massaged herself with the toy before again going faster. He imagined the look on her face as she worked herself closer and closer to that ultimate satisfaction. Realizing that she was taking her time and enjoying it, he found that he was drooling around the gag in his mouth.

To his horror, after stopping one more time, she slid the dildo out of her and moved up towards his face.

She wasn't going to cum! She couldn't reach it and was too embarrassed to use the vibrator. This was turning into a complete failure.

Then she yanked the blindfold off his eyes.

The first thing he saw was that her eyes were glazed over with sexual excitement. He had seen that look before. She put her index finger against her lips in the universal "don't talk" sign and pulled the headphones out of his ears. She undid the gag.

Breaking eye contact, she slid back onto the dildo. She sat upright.

"Excited?" she asked with a smile.

He nodded.

She bent to kiss him but when he reached up with his mouth, she moved away so he could only feel her hot breath on his lips. So frustrating.

"Too bad," she whispered. She sat back up and reached behind her with both arms to grab the cage on his cock, which she grasped in her warm hands.

His cock lurched and his balls ached.

"You're leaking like crazy."

"No shit," he thought in dismay.

"This is really what you want? I don't understand why you would want to be so frustrated, which I can see you really are." She bounced the cage up and down. She let go and began again to fuck herself on the dildo just as, he had only imagined moments before, she had been doing before.

She fell forward again. Very purposefully, she dragged her nipples back and forth across his chest. She pushed back to jam the dildo into her cunt, pressing on it for five, ten seconds at a time. She stopped suddenly and sat halfway up with her head thrown back. She had an intense looked on her face until she relaxed her body and looked down at him. Her eyes blazed.

"I need you now," she said.

He tried to croak, "Okay," but nothing came out.

She reached down and kissed him so deeply he almost couldn't catch his breath.

She began to fuck herself against the dildo. He tried to push back but the way he was tied prohibited most movement, which he found he hated. Her head hung down and his vision was obscured with her hair most of the time, but when she lifted her head, he could finally see her gorgeous breasts. They hung in front of his eyes until she lowered her chest and scraped her hard nipples ran across his chest again.

Another sudden stop and long pause and then...finally..."Very slow, very gently," she instructed him and placed her left nipple against his mouth, which waited, open.

She sat quietly, bent over in concentration, eyes closed, while he licked and nibbled at her as softly as he could. She switched breasts and he did the same. She carefully managed his access, easy to do with his restraints, and more than once pulled out of his mouth completely while she rotated her hips on the toy embedded in her, her head hanging. He wanted to kiss her so bad. As the moments passed, he began to get slightly more aggressive; sucking harder, brushing his teeth against her skin. As he grew more insistent, her body matched that by moving up and down the hard shaft inside her. By now she was panting heavily. She pulled back suddenly, her right nipple leaving his greedy mouth with a loud pop.

"When I tell you, suck," she hissed.

Adjusting her legs slightly, she slowly moved the dildo inside her while her breasts brushed and bounced against his face. He could do little more than provide a lick here or there until she pushed her breast into his mouth and gasped, "Suck. Suck. Suck!" 

He did, and within moments she started repeating, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" louder and louder as her body at first stiffened, then convulsed on top of him. She spasmed outward, lengthening her body for an incredibly long time and then recoiling into a more relaxed position lying on top of him, her nipple slipping out of his mouth as she did. Her legs twitched.

It was easily the most amazing orgasm he had seen her experience. Here, on top of him, lay this beautiful woman, orgasming (more than once, surely) and shuddering and twitching, her breath heaving. It was also the most frustrating moment of his life. He could do nothing. His cock was throbbing and basically just pumping out pre-cum but he couldn't feel it. He couldn't touch or hold her although he longed to do just that. He could do little more than lay there and just try to enjoy her feelings while pushing his manic frustration aside.

She lay there, moaning and gasping, her head next to his, buried in the pillow.

"So beautiful," he whispered into her ear, fruitlessly trying to kiss her. "Thank you. That was amazing."

After about three minutes, she pulled herself off the still perfectly rigid toy with a heavy groan and laid down next to him, her head on his chest. She reached down to grab the sheet bunched up around his feet and pulled it over them, incoherently mumbling something that he could not understand and then she basically passed out.

While she dozed, he had time alone to think about what had just happened. Unfortunately, this was nearly impossible because every fiber of his being was sexually aroused with no chance for relief; a totally unnatural state for any man to be in, especially one that had already gone nearly two months without orgasm despite near-daily stimulation. Although she was becoming a master at the whole tease and denial that he craved, this was a whole new level of wonderful, intense, confusing, mind-blowing frustration. He was in such a mental state that he wondered if he could stand it. He was almost afraid for her to wake up, untie him, uncage him. Could he control himself? Would he? At the moment, that answer was almost certainly a no. He needed to cum. Badly.

He thought of how amazing she was. This wasn't her fantasy, it was his. She'd told him that she didn't like the chastity cage and preferred his cock to any dildo, but that didn't seem to stop her from giving him what he wanted without hesitation. How lucky could he be?

He tried to look down but couldn't see anything, still tied, so closed his eyes and imagined her body. Her face and neck, her breasts, her hips and marveled that they were, in fact, all his. He shuddered.

The throbbing in his balls made him realize that he was only making things worse on himself so he concentrated on relaxing. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe deeply and evenly, willing his mind and body to relax. After a few minutes of fighting off more erotic visions of this woman he felt his mind coming down from the high he was experiencing and he could literally feel the sexual tension begin to leave his body. He realized just how tensely he had held himself but soon was relaxed, just enjoying the warm heat of her body against his.

~ ~ ~

Somehow, she knew exactly what to do, even though it would never have occurred to him in a million years. He just wanted to be loose and inside her.

When she finally woke up, she stumbled to the bathroom and then came back after washing her face to wake herself up. She lay back down where she had been and reached for the dildo still standing up obscenely under the sheet. She tugged on it.

"That what you wanted?" she asked.

"Oh god, yes. That was incredible," he said, "but I really need to fuck you now."

"Yeah?" She asked with some enthusiasm in her voice.

"Yeah."

Pulling the sheet down, she unsnapped the strapon from his hips and reached down to release his bound legs, which he flexed appreciatively. She moved up and, breasts dangling over his head (on purpose, he was quite sure), released his wrists. He immediately threw his arms around her and kissed her deeply.

"The key is there on your nightstand," he said, looking at it.

"Where's the other key?" she asked.

"You have it. In your drawer, I guess."

She rolled over and found the key. She rolled back holding not the keys, however, but the bottle of sesame oil.

"What?"

"I don't think you can be trusted," she said as she moved between his legs. "I know I said let's get rid of this thing, but how about we keep it...on...at least until you've calmed down. It's been what? Almost two months? You don't want to ruin that and cum now, do you? Here, let me see if I can help with that calming you down." She poured oil all over his cock; he could feel its coldness run along his caged member and drip down on to his balls.

"Oh his god," was all he could mutter in frustration as he fell back and waves of pleasure began to roll through his body. His stomach was already an empty pit from what he had just gone through. She was going to amp that up even more.

He was tempted to tell her to stop, for god's sake, but it already felt too good as she snapped the bottle shut and began to rub him everywhere: tugging gently on the cage, rubbing his thighs, rotating his balls in her fingers, even reaching into his asshole with a slippery finger. Her hands were everywhere but where he needed to be touched and the frustration his cock felt was causing waves of chills throughout his body.

He was writhing in a combination of pure agony and pure pleasure as she worked him over. She smiled to herself. She didn't really understand it, but knew that he wanted to be teased just as much as possible and she was happy to oblige him. She had to admit that she sometimes enjoyed pushing him and she wondered what that said about her. But she didn't care; they were happy. Eventually, her hands slipped over him, finally slowing and growing lighter until she decided that he had had enough.

He was floating in some alternate universe now. He certainly couldn't move or speak. And all this because he had thought it would be a good idea to put his cock in a steel cage so that it could not be touched. He almost cried at the thought, but smiled instead.