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Little Black Dress

By: DirrtyAngel101



I had been at this bar many times, and the guys were always the same. I had the reputation for being untouchable, and every guy would try to touch me. It's not that I would fight them off, break any fingers or anything. It's just, I might dance with them, talk with them, but I would never really do anything with them. So that's what I was. I was a challenge, and that's how most guys spent their nights. Trying to get me. 

It was on one of these nights I sat at the bar, my long legs crossed over each other, black heels dangling off my toes, my little black dress hugging me in all the right ways. When I had walked in that night, I could feel a difference in the air, a difference in the atmosphere. It all felt familiar.

"The guy at the end of the bar would like to buy you another drink," the bartender said to me. I looked down the bar, and saw a cute guy smiling at me. I smiled back at him, and lifted my drink to him in greeting. I looked down at the counter, and I knew he was getting up from his stool, his friends around him wishing him luck, for they all knew my reputation preceded me.

"Hey," He said while leaning against the counter.

"Hi," I said while smiling, "Thank you for the drink."

"Not a problem. I'd rather spend the money on a good looking girl rather than anyone else."

I chuckled a little bit, and shook my head a little in a way he wouldn't see. I'd heard the same line before. Maybe not the same words, but variations of the same one. It got old quick, but I wouldn't let him know that.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked me after a while, motioning towards the dance floor. 

"That's sweet," I said to him, "But I'm not in the mood to dance. It was nice of you to offer." I pause a little, take a drink of my apple martini and say, "But if I want to dance, I'll let you know." And that was his queue to walk away, which, thank god, he did.

I don't particularly like having to tell people to leave me alone, so at times, I just look interested. I'm good friends with the bartender, so if it gets too bad, he'll help me out. But so far on this night, I didn't need his help.

I was sitting at the bar when I felt the atmosphere shift. It all felt familiar, a good familiar. I took a sip of my drink and looked around. Either someone I knew, and wanted, was around, or the alcohol was taking effect. So far, I didn't see anyone, so it must have been the alcohol. I turned back to the bar, and set my glass down on a thick napkin, fingering the edges of the thick paper cloth. 

"Looking for someone?" the bartender, Sam, asked me.

"Not really," I say, shaking my head a little.

"Hmm," Sam said, "You think someone you know is here?"

"Feels like it, but I don't see anyone, so maybe I'm imagining it all." Sam shrugs and walks to the other end of the bar. And then that's when I felt it again. But stronger.

I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I felt as thought I was being watched, but not in a bad way. In a good way. That way you feel when you're standing across the room from someone, and you look at them, and they look you up and down, and make you feel sexier about yourself. That's how I felt at that moment. And there had only been one man in my life who could do that to me, without me seeing him.

I feel fingers brush my hair off my neck, breath make a tingle go down my spine, and kisses that make my heart beat faster.

"Hello Antonio," I say and look at the back wall over the rim of my drink.

"Hmm, haven't forgotten me, I see," You say into my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Haven't forgotten your touch either," I say, swiveling around on my bar stool and smiling up at him, "It's been a while."

"It has been," you say to me, leaning on the bar.

I can't remember the last time I had been this close to you. You smell so good, like you always did. Your body emanated a warm sensual scent that always made me swoon over you, and still does now. I close my eyes, breathe in deeply and smile.

"How've you been?" You ask me.

"Good," I open my eyes slowly, giving you a look I know shows how much I want you, "How about yourself?"

"Could be better," You say, looking down at me.

"What do you mean?" I ask. I can see the guys at the end of the bar watch you in envy. I can hear them ask themselves, has he gotten the untouchable?

"Well," You say, your fingers softly running down my cheek. You caress my face and slowly run your fingers down my neck then you pull me towards you, "I could make it better right now."

You pull me towards you and my breath catches in my chest. Your lips are then on mine, practically taking my breath away and almost making my heart pound through my chest. The butterflies started in the bottom of my stomach, a rekindling of long lost feelings, but ones never forgotten.

I start to purr as the butterflies rise, and your soft lips leave mine. I slowly open my eyes and look up at you.

"Why'd you stop?" I ask you, and love it as I watch you smile and see you come back down.

I feel your lips on mine again. They're soft, warm, and perfect. First, your kisses are light and tentative, but slowly I feel you lose control and I can tell you're hungry for more than just a kiss. I kiss you hard back, and that's when I can tell and feel that you've lost all your control. You push me away slightly and the look in your eyes burns into me. 

"It's been far too long," You say to me, slowly regaining your composure.

"I agree," I say, and take the last drink of my apple martini. I motion for Sam and ask for a vanilla rum and coke. No less than 30 seconds later, my new drink was in my fingertips, sweating in the heat, making me wish to do the same under your fingertips.

"Are you still working in that hell hole?" You ask me.

"Nope," I take a sip of my drink, drops of water falling off the glass, "I'm a copy editor for the newspaper." You reach up and brush some hair off my face, and tuck extra strands behind my ear.

"Are you still married?" I then ask you.

"Yeah, I am."

"Why? You're not with her anymore. Why are you still married?"

"Well," You say, "This past year an a half I've been a little lonely. I needed someone. She was just convenient I guess."

"Uh huh," I say in disbelief, "You needed someone."

"Well, the someone I had stopped talking to me. But luck's turned around for me. I got to talk to her tonight. And man," You look me up and down, "is she looking better than before."

I roll my eyes at you, but I'm still flattered. You had a way of doing that to me.

"Want to dance?" You ask me, motioning much the same as the other man did earlier that night. But this time, I said yes.

"I'd love to."

You followed me onto the dance floor, your hand on the small of my back. Salsa music had just started playing, some people left the dance floor, but I walked on confidently. I'd taken some classes, and this was one thing I knew you didn't know about me. It was time I surprised you this night.

We got into our places. I let you tell me where to go, so you'd think I didn't know what was going on. We both found the beat at the same time, and you began to lead. The music sped up as did our steps. I was in perfect step, in sync with you ever time. You lead me into more complicated steps and turns, and I'm with you the whole time.

The dance ends and you dip me, your breath is shaky. You didn't think I could move like that. A lot of things have changed in the past year and a half. You lean down and kiss me, I can tell you're about to lose control, and that if we don't get out of here, we might not be allowed back in.

"Come on," I say to you, "Let's get out of here."

We go back to the bar where I grab my purse from behind the bar, down the rest of my rum and coke, and we head out the door.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" You ask me.

"Two apple martini's and that rum and coke. Why?"

"Because you're not driving anywhere," You say, and with a hand on the small of me back, you direct me towards your car, "And besides, I wanted a reason to drive you to my place."

You opened the passenger door for me, and waited until I climbed in. Before I sat in the seat, I turned around and looked at you expectantly. You chuckle to yourself and lean in and give me a kiss. A hungry kiss. A kiss that made me want you more than I had ever wanted you. A year and a half ago, our liaison was immature, but this time around, we were both older, both more mature, more confident in our abilities.

I sit down in the car seat, and you close the door and walk around the car. I watch you as you walk around, knowing I've had you before, and knowing I'm going to have you again, gets me all excited and anxious to have you again. I can remember running my hands up your chest, your ebony skin contrast with my ivory. I remember the softness of your skin beneath my fingertips, the way you felt inside of me.

I wiggled in my seat, wishing your hands were upon me. But the time wasn't right. Not yet. You climbed in the drivers seat and looked over at me. I could tell just by the fire in your eyes you were thinking the same thing. You were wanting what we had back then.

The drive was quiet and quick. You sped most of the way. Your house was only 15 minutes away. But those 15 minutes felt like a lifetime in anticipation. When you pulled into your driveway, you quickly turned the car off, unbuckled, and reached over, kissing me with lust.

"Lets get inside before I totally lose it," I say to you, unbuckling.

"I second that," You say and open your door.

I walk with you to your front door. It's two in the morning, and no one's outside. I can see my breath in the air, and I'm starting to get cold in my little black dress. But I don't worry about it. Soon enough I'll be warmed up.

You finally get the door unlocked, and you motion me to enter. You quickly walk in behind me, and before I can do or say anything, your lips are on mine, keeping any and all words I had in me. My head is in your hands, and your kiss is full of lust. You wrap your arms around me, your hands touching me in places that only you know can please me.

"God I need you," You say to me breathlessly.

"Then take me," I say back. And like a knight in shining armor, you pick me up, and carry me to your bedroom. 

You kick your shoes off as you walk down the hallway, my heels bounce off my toes and hit the floor with a thud. You set me on your bed and crawled up over me, keeping a slight distance between us. You kissed me hard on the lips, and trailed kisses down my neck, to my shoulders, and to my chest, where my breath was coming in fast. 

You move your hands down my body, caressing me. You push my dress up my legs, your fingers tickling up my thighs. You run your hands down my legs and shake your head.

"I can't believe this," You say.

"Can't believe what?"

"A year and a half ago you looked good. Better than good. Back then, you could look at me and make me want you," You kiss your way up my legs between words, "But now, god, your body is magnificent. Tonight, I could feel you in the bar. I knew you were there. And that made me want you so bad." You kiss the top of my breasts and pull the straps of my dress down so you can kiss the rest of me not covered by the bulk of my dress.

I gently push you off of me, and stand in front of you as you sit on the edge of your bed. I reach behind myself and slowly unzip my dress. It falls off my body and lands around my feet. I step out barefooted in my delicate bra and panties, lacy and black. I can see a shiver of wanting run through your body, and know that I feel the same about you.

I walk towards you, my long legs carrying me slowly across the space. I watch as your eyes travel down my body, from my ample breasts, across my flat stomach and down my long legs. I leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips, my body aching to be yours, but I held myself back. I pushed you back on your bed and straddled you. I unbuttoned your shirt and ran my hands up your chest, loving the feel of your skin beneath my fingertips.

You run your hands up my body and kiss me back, and I can tell you're losing control. I can feel the hunger building in your kisses again, the roughness in your touch while you burn to have me. 

"I can't take this anymore," You say, flipping me over, and towering over me, "I've to have you. Now." You slip your thumbs into my panties and slide them down my body. You toss them behind you and then go for the bra. You make me sit up so you can unclasp it, and when you push me back down, you slip it from my shoulders and away from my body.

You kiss me from head to toe. You nibble my flesh, leaving small marks. You kiss your way down my body, stopping only now and then to make me shiver with pleasure in spots only you know about. You shuck your shirt to the ground, unbutton your pants, and push everything to the floor. Soon, you're in front of me, in all of your bare glory. 

You stand back and allow me to look at you. You look even better than you did before. I look at you through my lashes, and motion for you to come to me. You crawl on top of me, poised at my entrance. I'm giddy with anticipation. My body starts to shiver. I need you inside of me.

"Please," I moan into your ear, "I need you."

I hear you stifle a moan as you push into me, filling me. I pull in a quick breath. It's pure ecstasy. I can't remember the last time I felt like this when I wasn't with you.

You thrust deep into me, making me cry out in pleasure. You pull almost all the way out, and push back into me. Over and over. My back arches, and I can't get enough of you. I hook my legs behind you, keeping you from moving. You fill me entirely, and I love the feeling of you inside of me.

You rock back and forth on top of me, not moving from inside of me, but making every movement intensify the sensations running through my body. Before you can move again, I contract the muscles inside of me, surprising you, making you moan in pleasure.

You rake your teeth across my skin, making my body tingle where ever you touch me. My mind becomes fuzzy, and I can't think, and I can't control my muscles that hold you tight. I release my hold, and you begin thrusting deep into me again, making my body quake. You take your time, making each thrust agonizing pleasure. 

"Please," I am barely able to whisper into your ear, "harder."

You moan as I nibble on your ear. I know how it drives you wild when I whisper in your ear. That's why I did it. I love it when you make your little noises.

You try your best to do as I ask, but I can tell you're close. Your breathing is shallow, ragged. Tremors are running through your body. I bring your face to mine and I kiss you strongly on the lips. I move to whisper into your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

"Cum for me," I whisper.

You moan and push deep into me. I can feel your cum fill me, warming me from the inside out. Pushing me over the edge, I climax with you, my muscles relaxing and contracting, the room fading and the only thing is you.

I hum out of happiness as I kiss your shoulders, neck and chest. I stroke your back as you stay on top of me, still inside of me.

"I've missed that," I say as I begin to caress your shoulders.

"I have too," You say as you pull out of me. You kiss my eyes, nose and both cheeks. You get up and out of bed and head to the bathroom to clean yourself. Taking our old queue, I get up from your bed as well, getting into the routine from years ago. Like it was fresh in my mind, I got up and slid back into my little black dress. I pick up anything that's mine and leave your room for my shoes. I walk back into your room, shoes in hand along with my bra and panties, my little black dress hugging all my naked curves. I see you lying in your bed, the bed I used to compare to heaven.

You give me a thoughtful glance and say, "This bed would be better with you in it," You shrug, "But I guess I've got enough heaven as it is."

I smile at you. A smile that only you know how to bring out. I saunter back over to you and drop everything with a thud. I slip off my little black dress and leave it on the floor. I crawl into your bed and lay in your arms. Pressing my ear to your chest, I did something I had never done before the little black dress. I listened to the steady beat of your heart.

Little Black Dress



I waited anxiously just as he had requested. Lying on the living room couch, with the soft sounds of moaning coming from the gay porn playing on the TV. I laid still, quiet, eyes closed and I was dressed just as he had requested. Wearing my full uniform, the white shirt and colored tie, my navy blue pants were held tight with a black belt. I wore black socks underneath black boots. 

My heart raced as the moment drew near. Twice I had let this man in my house after long internet chats. Both times I was very drunk and too horny for my own good. Each occasion he snuck in quiet to find me passed out in my bed dressed as he wanted. Once wearing just jeans and absolutely no underwear to speak off underneath. The other occasion he asked that I wear nothing but a towel, and both times were wonderful. I kept my head covered under a blanket and pillow. On both occasions I woke to his touch, stroking my hard cock before slipping it into his mouth. I came quickly the first time, and he vanished. The second time he snuck in and worked my cock with expert care before eventually twisting me up on top where I slid in and out of his mouth as his hands kneaded my ass till I let loose with a shot of cum which he eagerly swallowed. And again, as I had asked he quickly got up and left. 

Since those times we chatted regularly on the internet. Then through text messages, and several times we talked nastily to each other over the phone. There were many fantasies shared, and much cum dispensed thinking of the naughty thoughts and staring at pics of each other. It was this night he told me he would entering a drag contest that I knew I needed to see him, live and in person. He spoke of the black dress he would wear for the contest. He shaved his legs completely in preparation and the thought consumed me. I knew he would win, and he did. I knew I would need a private show and he eagerly agreed. 

Tonight was the night, my girlfriend was out of town and he would be mine. I gave him my new address. I asked him to shave freshly, to wear his sexy black dress, and begged him to purchase a pair of silver panties to wear underneath. I pictured it and each time my cock grew hard. In return, he asked that I wear my uniform which made him so happy. And I had to promise that this time, I would enter him. I would feel deep inside his tight ass. I would wait on the couch for him, and he would undress me slowly before I would do anything. 

Any minute now, he would be entering my apartment. I had left my truck open, and my house keys laying on the back seat. Underneath them, was a note with my apartment number listed. I tried to doze off so he could take me by surprise, but my mind would not let sleep come easily. Then I heard the outer door open, he was close. I listened above the moans of the TV, and heard keys make contact with my lock. The door began to open, light filled the room briefly before the door shut. The only light now came from the candles I had lit in preparation.

My eyes scanned the scene, he stood taller than I had imagined. In my mind, he had been a bit more feminine. I could see his shoulders were broader than I had thought, and the black spaghetti straps sat comfortably on them. His legs were long, and lean and from what I could tell very smooth. My breathing was quick and shallow and I could hear his in much the same way. With a soft moan from his lips he approached where I lay. I kept my eyes closed, as he kneeled on the floor in front of my out stretched body. 

Without warning his lips made contact with mine, I had not anticipated that and his tongue slipped across my lips parting them slightly. Then they quickly moved down my neck and his hands went to work. My tie was untied and slung to the floor, before the buttons from my shirt began to be undone from the top down. "you are so sexy,' he whispered gently.

I had not bothered to wear an undershirt and as the buttons were opened his lips moved down each one. With every inch of skin exposed kisses were placed. The shirt was complexly opened and his lips moved over my chest with great care and not a spot was missed. His lips and tongue worked one nipple then the other with gentle bites he alternated back and forth. He moved quickly and within a matter of seconds he was behind me and propping me up as he slipped into a seating position. I faced the wall and felt his hands reach around and pull the shirt from the front to the back over my arms. My upper body was completely exposed and he began to kiss very wetly over my shoulders and neck. His hands began to massage my shoulders and inadvertently a moan escaped my mouth. Then he pulled me back and laid my head in his lap, as his right arm worked my chest and his left stroked my hair. 

I looked up and could see his chin and his eyes focused on his hand moving down toward the belt buckle that helped hide what he wanted so badly. As he unbuckled it his left hand found its way to my lips as he slid his finger over my lips. Still with one hand he expertly undid the button of my pants and my cock strained badly to be touched. He knew to tease, he stopped just an inch down with my zipper and grabbed my cock through the fabric making me moan at which point the slipped his finger into my mouth. I could feel his cock on the back of my head briefly before he sat me back up. With gentle force, he pushed me the other way positioning my feet in his lap where he untied my boots. Then came my socks, and again I was surprised as he took my big toe into his mouth. It was a feeling I was unfamiliar with and caused a slight giggle. He worked each toe on each foot and rubbed the sole of my foot across the bulge under the tight dress. When it seemed neither of us could take the anticipation anymore, he moved for the pants. The zipper was pulled all the way down. And he slipped me out of the pants effortlessly. The only thing separating him from his prize was my black boxer briefs. He crawled on top of my legs and grabbed the waist band with his teeth. His hands slid up my legs to the band on either side and simultaneously he began to slip the briefs down my legs freeing my rock hard dick.

I was amazed as I thought of myself laying there, completely naked waiting for his next movement. I felt his tongue slide up my inner legs and his hands slip behind my legs where they took a firm hold of my ass. He squeezed my ass hard as he wrapped his soft lips over the head of my dick. I moaned loudly as he worked the shaft with his mouth. He took its entire seven inches into his throat and the feeling was amazing. One hand came around and began to pump the shaft as his mouth pulled back for some air. He had been sucking so ferociously that he needed a breath. Quickly his tongue went back to my cock. Licking it, then moving to my balls which he had always wanted to suck. He had promised to put both of them in his mouth, and that's what he did. My balls were engulfed by his mouth and his tongue worked each one. I was so close to cumming, and I moaned softly letting him know it was close. His mouth let my balls slip out, and his hand moved toward my chest leaving me wanting more.

"No, no, no, sexy. Not yet, you know where I want it." His hands found mine, and he pulled me up to a sitting position. Then he stood up in front of me, his back to me. And he began to move as if he was on stage at the drag contest. His hips gyrated as his ass moved in front of me. He danced seductively. Then he slid his hands down his sides down to his hips. They paused there for a minute, and he lifted the short dress up just to where I might see what was underneath. But he dropped them back down his legs touching his feet. His lean tall body bent completely over. "you want my ass don't you master?

"Very much"

"Very much, what?"

"Yes slut, I want your ass, and I want it now."

"Oh, yes master. It is yours"

His hands moved up again, and this time he pulled the dress up enough for me to see the silver panties I had asked for. A thong, the silver silk sat between his smooth ass cheeks. I reached forward and grabbed the strings over his hips, and I began to pull them down. My hands slid them down over his shaved legs, and I stared at his ass. "get it ready slut"

He moved to the coffee table where I had a bottle of lube waiting. As I had fantasized, he got to his knees in front of me, and with one hand he began to apply the lube to his anxious asshole. Working the clear liquid over the hole with his finger gently circling. Then the finger made its way into the dark space where I would soon enter. I watched his asshole engulf his finger. He spun around and crawled toward my cock where he once again swallowed it whole. His eyes looking up at me as his finger continued to fuck his tight ass preparing it for my waiting cock. Then his lubed hand moved to my dick where he spread the lube across my cock.

He rose to his feet and turned around with his ass covered by the dress. He lifted it up, and began to move closer to my hard dick. With more sexy movements he inched closer to his prize. He spread his ass cheeks exposing the glistening hole. And then moved it right above my waiting hardness. "It's for you my master, may I have your cock?"

I made a noise to say yes, and he began to sit. I felt the tight asshole make contact with my dick, and he made a quick move and I felt my cock head pop gently into the warm space. The tightness surrounded my hard cock. I felt the warmth of his body as he slowly sank a bit at a time. From his mouth escaped a loud moan, he had waited so patiently for so long for this exact moment and from the rhythm of his breathing I knew it was worth it for him and me both. My hands moved up and gripped the v that formed from his legs meeting his abdomen. 

I didn't put any pressure on him, just let him move at his own pace and let his tight hole adjust to the length and width of my swollen cock. Deliberately and slowly he took my cock. His tight ass felt so good working its way down further and further till his ass cheeks met my thighs. When I was fully inside him he just sat still with a loud breath escaping his lips. He began to rock back and forth, just getting warmed up. I had to focus so hard not to just unload my massive load into his awaiting ass. I wanted to fuck him till he came. I fought back the first urge to cum, and began to rock in time with his motions. His ass had fully adjusted to my hard intruder and I began to make deeper and longer strokes. With force, I raised us both off the couch, with him still impaled on my hardness, I lowered him to the floor where he rested on all fours as I began to pound in and out. The lubrication from the bottle as well as his own began to make a wonderful sound in time with my penetrations. He moaned loudly with each inward push, and I began to pull back out and hold it for several seconds before slamming it home. He was in ecstasy. My hands moved from his hips around to get a hold of his hard cock. I had never felt any other than my own. It felt hard, but spongy and I tried to hold it as I would my own. Gently, I grasped it and as I fucked his ass his cock slipped in and out of my hand. He was trying to meet each push with a push back of his own. We were perfectly in tune and the urge was getting to be too much. He must have sensed it as he leaned forward far enough that my wet cock was out of his ass. 

He rolled on the floor lifting his long smooth leg and sliding it across my chest. He was straddled around me and I assumed he wanted me to fuck him in a missionary style. But his hands reached around my waist and pulled me up the length of his body. My cock was above his mouth, and he took it back inside for a minute. He sucked the juices from my cock, then took it out. He urged me to move even higher. My balls were on his eyes when I felt his tongue make contact with my ass. His lips made a seal around my asshole and his tongue flicked all around the sensitive nerve endings of my asshole. It was a sensation unlike any I had experienced. I knew I wanted him to feel as I did. So I got up which made him make a sad sigh, he must have thought I didn't like it. How wrong he was. I spun around and let him back at my ass, while my head bent down. 

My mouth was inches from his cock, he had not anticipated that I would taste his cock. But I lowered my lips to his waiting cock. I had no idea what to do, so I just let my mouth explore. He was totally surprised but began to lick my ass greedily. His cock was very wide, and I put the head in my mouth. I could feel precum on my tongue. It was warm and felt good, just like it did the time I drained it from a condom he had left me. I couldn't get much into my mouth, but I tried hard as I was overcome with what he was doing to me. I let his cock rub across my chin as I licked his smooth balls. My hand grasped them, and I lifted them out of my way. There was his ass, I let my tongue move down to it. It was so wet, I began to lick it just as I did my girls pussy. I ate his ass with a force. I entered it, I let the wetness get all over my face. We were moaning so loud into each others assholes. The vibration his voice caused was even more pleasure. We were lost in the pleasure, and I was so close to cumming. I pulled back, and again let his cock feel the warmth of my mouth. With no warning, I was stunned when I felt a rush of liquid enter my mouth. It was thick, and there was so much flowing into me, I tried to swallow as some of the white substance dripped from my mouth. I held what I could in my mouth.

I got off of him, and repositioned myself. I lowered my lips above his. And as his mouth opened I let his cum drip into his mouth. He took it all from me and we kissed letting it slide all over. With that, I let my cock rub past his, dropping lower and again I put my cock to his asshole. With no trouble I found myself back in his warm body. I knew I would not be lasting long, and I began to fuck him so hard. His smooth legs climbed up my chest and I looked deep in his eyes as I invaded his ass with a great force. It was time, I needed to cum. "where do you want it slut?"

"Please master, cum on my face!" he replied.

I pulled out of his tightness, and quickly got above his face. I let loose with a stream of cum that shot across his lips, up onto his nose. Three more streams emerged from my head, and I dripped it all over as he moaned uncontrollably. "please feed it to me,"

I did as I was asked. I ran my finger through it and into his mouth. Then I licked it from his face and let him taste me off my tongue. I cleaned his face and let him drink every drop. We collapsed into a sweaty sticky mess, and just laid there until we regained strength.



Little Black Dress



I like my little black dress. The way that the fabric wraps around me makes me feel tugged in and secure – snug stretch around my chest and butt. The black hole dark color fresh off the store shelve injects me with confidence – elegant for a social occasion, sultry for a club. The plenty skin of my legs, chest, and arms – je ne sais quo – gives me a sense of freedom. You know that badass bomb disarmer in the movie Hurt Locker? He's way too cool for those heavily padded safety vest, hardcore helmet, and astronaut gloves. Being that exposed is scary. Though, you got to own it like you don't need any safety 'cause you got this shit – with a smile.

Oh, I get so excited wearing that little dress because it makes me do stuff. I swear it's like there is a little devil inside of me that I didn't even know. A little chill comes over my lungs, and then I plain simply do it. When I'm in my scrubs, I'm a nice little lady that worries about people's feelings and doesn't want to get in trouble. When I'm in my little black dress, I step out of my life. I live responsibility and continuity – yes, the continuity of going to the same job every day, of slowly nurturing relationships, and of plugging away at my studies – behind. There is my in that moment. There is no past. There is no future. There is only the mission that that sneaky little demon planted in my mind to make my lips smirk and my eyes sparkle.

Sometimes, I worry, as I run my fingers along my legs to spread the lotion to make them look smooth and moist, that the magic is wearing off. An image of my blond friend Lisa holding a bottle of cheap liquor store champagne by the neck, laughing with her mouth wide open in abandon. My chubby friend Melanie was still laughing at this point sitting on the Planet Hollywood hotel bed. A minute later, Melanie was struggling double-handed against Lisa pouring the rest of the bottle of champagne over Melanie's black hair ruining a seventy dollar haircut, which was a lot on a student's budget. That fight created quite a few black-and-yellow spots. Lisa's gone to anger management since. Melanie's church doesn't allow her to go partying anymore.

I want the magic to work, very badly. This is my first Diesel little black dress. The draping of designer clothing is a miracle how it reshapes the body with subtle little details. There I had a butt a little on the chunky side. Now, I have a silhouette that's fit for a shadow shape in a strip club. The fabric feels a little cold, it's that smooth. And I love the little cheeky secrets. On the inside of the hemline going up the side is a long white label stitched in. It says, "If forgot this at your place, return this dress to (empty space for my address). No questions asked." Oh, it makes me giggle so much at the idea of forgetting the dress at some hot boy's room. What would I walk out in? Would I steal one of his shirts and strut out wearing nothing else! 

What shall I name this black dress? It doesn't have a name yet... Matthew as in Matthew McConaughey, the strange, deranged detective from the TV show True Detective. Oh, I want this dress to turn me into a mythical creature of spouting wild, raving philosophical rambles and do things I beyond the realm of social confines. I want that little black dress to take me to a mystical land of adventure, like that deep swamp land full of cult and occult. I took another sip from the near empty New Amsterdam vodka bottle on my nightstand. Don't pre-party too hard, my friend! You are only 98 lbs. Ugh, I'm so excited!

"Are you ready girlfriend?" asked Lisa out through the slightly ajar bathroom door through which I could see the bright yellow light and her reflection in the mirror of the face close to it and the eyes raised wide open while she blackened the eye lashes.

"Fight on!" I hollered back. "I named my little black dress Matthew McConaughey!"

"That old creepy guy?" asked Lisa quizzically.

"Maybe, I'm so twisted that I like old creepy guys!" I came right back.

"Oh boy, tonight's gonna be trouble," Lisa replied with worry and excitement.

Getting out of the hotel room was like stepping into the opening scene of a James Bond movie. The sound track of daring music was playing in my head. I felt like the whole theatre audience was focused on me to dazzle them. The long corridor to the elevator was a runway to the ménage. And that old man with the wrinkly facial skin and those armpit-high pants was going to be my victim. Like a gentleman, he was putting down the tray from room service while his wife waited for him. Both their backs were towards me. His butt was reaching high in the gray slacks, skinny, long ass.

The thrill chocked the breath out of me. I jumped forward on my black heels, comic like Charlie Chaplin. With the little finger elegantly splayed to the side, I squeezed his butt right in between the butt cheeks, where there is this puff of air. My fingers grazed his balls and asshole. I felt him freeze mid motion. My heart dropped into my stomach. I grabbed Lisa's hand and started running – running as fast as our heels let us gallop like Laurel and Hardy.

Then that exciting feeling hit me, tiny little bubbles bursting all over my skin and a rush of energy, so much energy that I felt boundless. I felt like a little girl shark who had tasted blood. My mind was a frenzy for looking for the next thrill. "This is Vegas!" I had to hug Lisa, press my boobs against hers and jump. She was appeasing me and struggling not to fall backwards as I yanked on her body with abandon.

The elevator lobby had a giant vase with a two feet tall fresh flower arrangement. The windows showed the huge Bellagio fountain pool outside. The elevator arrived with an elegant bing. There were three guys in the elevator, your typical guys dressed up for a night out with a clean haircut and fresh aftershave. One was wearing a vest with a tie running behind it. They seized us up for a second and looked at a spot on the wall in that attitude of pretending not to pay attention while every sense was keenly attuned to us girls. An artistic rendering of a botanical plant rotated on the flat screen TV in the elevator.

I hate that subdued atmosphere! I want fun! I'm gonna make fun. I stepped behind Lisa to hug her from behind. Her eyes perked up to figure out what I was doing. "My friend Lisa is one sexy momma!" I purred seductively while showing her off. The guys starred with a panicked look. The vest guy turned to a smirk. "She is out of your league," I dared them. I sensually caressed her body. Lisa was relaxing into my embrace. That's where I wanted her. The guys got that horny look in their eyes. The elevator sound had wound up to a whirl as we travelled at full speed now on our way from the fifty-third floor.

"Those girls are mine," I cooed as I massaged Lisa's boobs. Lisa's lip burst into a nervous smile, letting me cautiously proceed under the pretext of this being Vegas. I pressed her boobs together, so that I could get my hands onto the front. I yanked the top down in a sharp motion. There were her white boobs naked. What made them look really naked was that the rest of her body was shaped by her dress to be polished. Without any support, they were simply, normal, girl next door boobs. A blood curdling yell surged out of her body. Hugging Lisa from behind, holding her little body, I could feel her whole body contract in raw instinct of terror. I love that feeling of raw emotion. I closed her back up before she could overcome the freeze of shock. "But you can have a little peak. That's all you are getting boys!"

I cradled Lisa in my arms. I could feel her little hard beating like the little engine that could. I love that moment, being there with her is feeding something in me, maybe a demon. I hugged her hard to hold her in to take her fear. My mouth was pressed against the skin of her neck. She was shivering. There was that feeling of her surrendering to my hold, letting herself be comforted by me. It makes me feel so close to her. There is this doe-like quality about her where she lets me do these things to her without complaining.

"Can I buy you a drink?" asked the guy in the vest with a jolly smile and sweaty forehead. The intonation of his voice went up tentatively. He bowed a little forward.

The buddy to his left whispered to himself, "Holy fuck!"

"Mediate on this, asshole," I told the guy sternly and showed him my index finger. I walked Lisa out of the elevator pushing her ahead of me, still cradling her.

We spilled into the casino. The casino always has a sobering effect. There are so many people walking around. There are so many dings from slot machines. There are guys in their thirties who have real careers. There are girls with dresses ten times the prize of mine. There are girls with perfect makeup. There are girls who have figured out hair. I'm a nobody. Those two hundred bucks for the dress were a lot to me. It's nothing to the girls out here with monthly ten thousand dollar allowances on credit cards from rich guys. I can spot a purse that must be a new fashion trend that hasn't even arrived yet at the stores back home. I push Lisa into the crowd. We disappear.

Being short, it's hard to see in crowds. I hold onto Lisa's hand tightly. There are three broad suit shoulders in front of me. I can spot the slot machines with the swivel chairs in between people. A tall woman behind us is closing in as she tries to rush past us. I get a little claustrophobic. I know that somewhere straight is an elevator. A corn fed Mid-Western football defense guy with an XXL shirt keeps talking to a skinny girl and runs right into me. With both hands, I push against him. The heft of his body moves me back. Lisa is holding me upright. "Sorry," he says, not looking and a second later disappearing into the wall of the crowd.

Panic came over me. I couldn't move. There was a group of twelve bachelorette party girls in pink tutu's slowly walking ahead of us. People behind us kept pushing into us. This blond California surfer dude had kicked my heels for the third time from behind. Left and right of the bachelorette group were people pressing in from the opposite direction. And I could not see over the people. I did not know where I was. Lisa's hand turned sweaty. We were two lost little girls.

A Tarzan scream came over from a table followed by a chorus of cheers that roused the casino. A tall, icy-Russian looking girl strutted in a see-through dress that showed her lingerie, skinny bands of fabric shimmering. A promoter in a cookie-cutter suit waved a fistful of purple wristbands: "Reduced admission for Marquee Nightclub!" A Japanese girl was sitting inside of a horse sized red high heel making a V-sign for a photo. Overwhelmed by impressions, I walked on dazed.

Somehow, we made it up the escalator, walked to the table service line, and showed our wares to get in. We didn't have a table reservations nor did we pay admission. It's simply a shorter line to get in rather than general admission, which is for peasants. The bouncers worked together to usher us through lines of velvet rope into the elevator up to the club. The elevator guy was a big black dude with a jolly, warm smile and a suave beret. "Diplo is in the house tonight. You better get those twerking muscles warmed up!"

The elevator led into a room only lit by dim lights behind the bottles at the bar. Vaguely, two very dark spots in the darkness suggested passage ways to the main club. Club revelers were packed tight. We were searching for a break in the crowd to step into. A big VIP host in an elegant white suit with red highlights walked up to us. "Hey, ladies, I'd like to introduce you to a cool crew who has a table." I simply wanted to get space to move. So, I nodded.

The VIP host forged a path through the crowd. Boldly, he pushed people away. Occasionally, an angry glare would shoot back at him. The glare would melt in a second when the club reveler realized the authority of the VIP host. There was ample space left and right of me to easily walk because the VIP host was so wide. He walked us to the main stage. Burlesque girls were dancing on construction scaffolding in skimpy leather uniforms. The strobe lights were flashing.

The VIP host pushed into the wall to open a secret door. The bare, black metal suggested that this was a service passageway. A narrow spiral staircase lead up two floors. We struggled in our heels. The VIP host waited patiently. It definitely wasn't safe. The steps were so narrow that it was hard to fit the shoes on it. There was a lack of air conditioning behind here. The bass of the sound droned in its own reflections in here.

Another black door opened in the dim light. The table became apparent. We were on a balcony above the main stage. This definitely wasn't a cheap table. With the exclusive location, it probably cost $10,000. Three middle ages guys were sitting by themselves with plenty of space on the couch. The twenty glasses were still piled in a neat pyramid. The carafes with orange and cranberry juice were neatly arranged and full. So, that's the company that we have to put up for at least five minutes for politeness.

The leader of the guys had short blond hair. It was cut almost skin short around the back of his head. He had a big watch around his wrist. He had a dad bod and the face of a salesman. The alpha guy handed the VIP host money. The VIP host smiled and walked away. Lisa whisper-yelled in my ear to overpower the loud electronic music, "That guy tipped the host $50 for each of us. I make $14 an hour at Banana Republic!" said Lisa with her jaw dropping open.

"Hey, I'm John. What can I get you?" asked the alpha guy.

"Vodka, cranberry, and orange juice," was my reply

He poured half a glass of vodka, adding "We aren't cheap!" He tossed the ice in. The mixers merely colored the vodka. The drink was stiff and made me pucker my lips. The couch shifted underneath my butt because he sat down right next to me. Without asking, he took my arm and put it around him. "You are very adorable. Where are you from, sweetheart?"

I had wanted to sit down and feel some space to get my bearings. I looked over to Lisa. A tall guy with shoulder long hair had pulled her onto his lab and was holding her knees. His lips were touching her ear as he talked to her. He had something furtive about him, the way that he spoke with speed and motioned fast. The third guy was sitting back and watching.

"I'm from Orange County," I replied and took a drink to buy me some time from responding to him. The moment I swallowed, the burn in my throat reminded me that I was drinking almost pure vodka.

The balcony felt isolated. There were three big tables. One table was empty. The other table had a very private mixed group that paid no mind to us. There were two security guards that had a solemn look on their face like they'd turn their blind eye to anything that went on here. Down beneath us was a packed crowd raving and pushing each other around. The strobe lights only allowed glimpses. One glimpse burned on the eye to remember what people one saw. Then there was a second glimpse with people have moved a foot or so. Up here must have been complete darkness to the people below.

"You aren't one of those girls, are you?" asked John.

"What kind of girl?" I asked confused.

"Do you know how to have fun and be adventurous?" he asked. "Sometimes, we get these very slutty-dressed girls who turn out to be church mice. It's like a bait-and-switch."

"Oh, I know how to party! It's just that being such a short girl, the crowd can get overwhelming." Oh, god that sounded lame. "I went skinny dipping in the Bellagio fountain last year," I lied turning blushing red. Then, it hit me. He was pacing me to get frisky on me. That's the adventure that he had in mind!

"No way! You are quite the freak! We should get married!" he said with wide open eyes to play surprise as a compliment.

"Security fished me out. Did you know that they have a little rubber boat to pick up people because it happens quite a few times? I had to spend the night in the lock up cell in the casino basement." I had to add some detail to sell my story. John liked the fantasy. He was leaning in eagerly. I looked over to Lisa. Her tall guy was making out with her. His right hand was gliding up her thigh. I certainly felt the pressure of what was expected here.

"Who is your friend?" I asked trying to create space.

"That's George. He is a cosmetic surgeon. If you want to upgrade your boobs, he can give you a good deal," the matter of fact introduction of sexual topics was getting too much for me. I tried to stall by taking another sip from the glass. Fuck! That burned again.

"I've signed a huge deal today. I sell medical imaging equipment. That's why we are celebrating. Let's drink to that!" He was egging me on to drink. My whole body shuddered from the burn. His hand felt up my boob. "Those feel real." I pushed his hand away.

I stood up. Lisa was having her face chewed off. "Look at how chill your friend is!" John pulled me to sit back down. His strength and my weak stance on heels made him win.

"Why don't you tell me about what you do for a living?" asked John.

"I'm a physician's assistant at a cancer treatment center," I replied. I was sitting on the edge of the couch.

"Lisa!" I yelled. Lisa was consumed by the tall guy mouthing her. She had melted onto his lap. Her body was writhing with passion. Her hands were holding onto his cheeks. With closed eyes, he deeply dove into her. They were in a love bubble. I was left here all by myself. I wanted to get away.

John told me to relax. He pulled me back not the couch. His lips went forward. I pushed against his face with both hands. I stemmed hard. The skin in his cheeks got distorted by my fingers. With the strength of someone twice my weight, he moved effortlessly closer. The last moment before his mouth closed in on mine, I turned my head to the side, so that his wet lips landed on my cheek. His body was a heavy mass that closed in over me, while my body sank into the deep recess of the couch. The hammering music was drowning out my thin voice.

My knees and elbows pushed against him. He was big, heavy, and strong. His belly was on top of me. I slid to my back. My hands got a hold of his throat. Like an elephant shakes of an ant, he got out of my hold. I crawled back. My head was pressing against the butt of the tall guy making out with Lisa. I was so close to her and could not reach her. "Stop," I begged.

His lips closed in again. The panic gave me more strength. With both hands I pushed his lips against his teeth. I could feel his teeth and the slobber. I wiggled out from under him and fell on the floor. Disappearing into the narrow crevice between the table and the couch, I crawled away on all four. The skin of my hands and knees stuck to the ground. Drinks and dirt had been spilled on the ground. I crawled desperately out into the hallway. And waved for the two bouncers: "Help!"

They ignored me. I got up on my heels like a clumsy giraffe. "Hey, he forced himself onto me."

The bouncer shrugged blasé.

"You have to do something," I insisted.

The bouncer walked over to the table. John was already sitting in a cool posture with his arms wide on the backrest. His shirt was disheveled. His face was red and worried. Lisa's hair was a mess. She had this cozy bedroom look on her face. She looked at me confused. The tall guy displayed real concern on his face. The bouncer talked to John for a sentence.

"It was a misunderstanding," said the bouncer to me and resumed his stoic posture in the background.

I grabbed Lisa by the hand and pulled her away. Her body moved lethargic. She had this mellowed out boudoir feeling all over her. We climbed down the regular wide stairs to the main stage. This night was utterly ruined. My little black dress was not having fun. I pulled Lisa behind me through the crowd. I angrily punched whoever was in my way. I battled my way through the side bar to the bathroom.




Little Black Dress



In the mirror of the restroom, I found solace. A rich choice of candy and grooming articles was laid out around the bathroom. Women in suits were handing paper towels out. There was a big tip jar filled with a ball of one dollar bills. I looked in the mirror and saw my worried face in the clear light: fear, anger, and exhaustion.

We can see in our own faces so much more emotion. Any guy looking at me would only see that cute young girl that is so sexy. I could see how deeply this night had cut. I could catch that little shadow in my eyes that told the stories of dark nights full of crying. With x-ray vision, I could see through energetic and attractive look that the makeup created. There is that girl full of inadequacies. There is that girl struggling with a shitty job and no boyfriend. There is that girl that can't make herself study harder on the weekend and gets a C on the pathology exam. There is that girl that missed going to the gym again. There are all these sad feelings that make absolutely no sense, yet are still coming up each time I get quiet.

"My power belongs to me. They have no power over me. I am no longer helpless. I'm a grown ass woman. The power of the little black dress must be restored." The bathroom attendants were probably used to crazy people talking to themselves.

I glanced around the room. In a little Asian girl, I found what I was looking for. She was dressed like a club rat. She was lingering around the bathroom without doing anything. I walked up to her. "Can you help a sister out with some blow?"

She seized me up. Her face was round. She looked Chinese. Her luster black hair was shaved on the left side. A green hair strand hung down her face. She had blue lip stick on. Her t-shirt was a wife beater type one with the hem ripped off to leave a coarse edge and an overly wide cutout that revealed a lot of her boob. There was a print of a taxidermy deer head with a Reggae beanie smoking a blunt. She was wearing tight black hot pants.

"Put twenty into the tip jar and take a packet out of the drawer under the third sink," she instructed me.

I walked back to the sink and did as she told me. The bathroom attendant was watching me carefully and nodded back to the Chinese girl. I took the white packet of powder and knocked on Lisa's stall. She let me in. her dress was pulled up to her waist. Her panties were rolled down to her ankles. I didn't care. I kneeled in between her knees to tap the snow onto the toilet rim between Lisa's knees. I carefully divided the snow into two lines.

"Ugh," Lisa gasped and a water stream shot into the water churning the placed toilet lake. "Awkward! It finally let go!"

I so didn't give a fuck drawing the blow through the rolled up toilet paper, which was fuzzy as fuck, into my nose. My cheeks were pushing against her thighs as I followed the line. My forehead pressed against her pubic bone. Her shooting piss misted my face. Oh, that was good! My brain narrowed, focused, and revitalized. The feeling was spreading through my nose straight to my brain.

Lisa eagerly leaned forward, not even waiting to finish her piece, to snort her blow line. Her spine was heavily curled forward to get the blow this close from her rump. I picked up a little leftover on my ring finger and smeared it into her gums. "Glorious!" she smiled.

The power of the little black dress was restored. Lisa wrapped the toilet paper five times around her hand to prepare to wipe. I was already bouncing on my heels to the subdued bass that even emanated into the distant reaches of the bathroom. "Let's go!" I cheered.

We strutted out of the bathroom. The crowd had thinned a bit. People's faces had lost the excitement of the beginning of the night. Instead, they looked like they had been there for a while. They were letting the night seep in. The bar was under siege three layers deep. The bartenders were pouring double-handed.

Girls in hot pants were pushing from the outside area to the main stage. They filled the ambiance with excitement. The pumped their arms in the air. They danced in a wide stance. The music cut out. It was 1 am. The DJ changed over. The big display behind the DJ booth exploded the word "Diplo." The thunder of lightning struck the sound system. The volume was turned up way too much, so that the detail of the music distorted to rumbling noise of an overpowered system. A cheer went through the crowd of girls.

Some hot pant girls climbed the stage. Some staked out the space in front of the speakers. They all turned to stand on their hands and lean their feet against the wall. Then, they started twerking. The bums were jiggling at breakneck speed. There were tight hot pants. There were skimpy hot pants with ample ass sticking out. There were pink hot pants. There were big butts. There were firm butts. There were butt bubbles twerking everywhere.

"I want to do that. It looks like so much fun," I yelled into Lisa's ear.

I jogged in my heels to find my own space at the wall. I swiveled over. My hands were on the grimy floor. I didn't care. The cocaine made me exuberant. I had this joy of life. The music kicked in. I shook my behind. I tightened my gluts. I could feel the flesh's rhythm as it jiggled. Instinctually, I dialed into a good shaking. The bottom of my little black dress slid down to my waste. My black G-string and pasty ass was as visible as anything was in the dim light interrupted by blinding flashes of color.

A black girl walked up to me and spanked my ass. "I like it," she yelled with a smile. I cheered in response. I was lost in the twerking and music like a little girl. The moment drowned out everything. I was pure, happy, and lost in abandon. Lisa did the wall stand next to me with her own dress slipped to her chest to reveal her butt. She smiled big. That's why we love Vegas. No judgement!

A suave black guy walked up to me and smacked my butt in three quick strokes as if I were a percussion instrument. He smiled and walked on. I cheered to let all the excitement out. The party was here. These were good and happy people.

A blond girl, who was clearly a lesbian, walked up to me with a sheepish look. She was hesitant, yet quickly slapped me on the butt, leaving me with a quick flash of joy on her face from having stolen a smack on the butt of a girl whom she found hot before running away. I cheered. Her coyness made me all giggly. I loved getting my butt slapped by random strangers. When else do you get to experience something this wicked? I only shook my ass harder hoping to attract more slappers.

Two dozen girls were twerking hard with us. We were a girl posse. I got horny seeing all of those juicy asses. The booze and blow were working there thing. My body was covered in sweat. With the blow, I hadn't even realized. I was itching to show more of my body. I was seriously high. I was fearless. I got on my feet. I looked around. There was a tall French guy in a preppie jacket. I walked right up to him, pulled his neck down to me and started making out.

I dove my mouth deeply into him to taste and feel all that slippery flesh, the lips, the tongue, and the mouth. I got so wet. He was tall. He grabbed me to lift me up to sit on his hips. I locked my ankles behind him. His boner was so evident. When I couldn't take it anymore, I unhooked my ankles to slip down his tall body. I pulled him with into the shadow behind a ten foot tall towering speaker.

As easy as getting a glass of water, I slipped his penis out of the zipper. I turned around to face the wall and pulled that long, skinny worm inside of my vagina. He knew what to do. He grabbed my body, bit my neck, and rabbit fucked. I felt the wall. It's nastier from behind. I wondered if anyone saw us in the shadow. Probably, a handful of people noticed and pretended not to see us.

The thing with blow is that I can't orgasm. I simply keep going until the drive goes away. He shot his load inside of me. He probably was a good fellow. I'm a good judge of character. I don't even know his name. By my subjective experience of the music slowing, I could tell that the cocaine rush was turning into depression.

"Do you want to get pizza?" he yelled into my ear over the speakers blasting at hearing damaging loudness next to us.

My mood felt somber. I noticed the dirt, discarded drinks, and bored faces of people standing around. The drop was coming on fast. I needed to get out. Lisa was still head over twerking. "I have to get out of here," I told her. One look into my face told her what was going on. Wordless, she pulled her dress down, grabbed my hand, and walked out.

"Can I at least have your number," asked the tall French tourist.

We disappeared into the crowd. The lobby of the club was a deserted battle field. Flyers, cups, and garbage had been tossed on the ground. The long lines were gone. The restaurants near the entrance were all boarded up for the night. The casino lobby had that empty, deep in the night feeling. A few slot machine zombies were still hanging on. Hookers with their large handbags were waiting for Johns.

As soon as we made it to the room, I curled up against Lisa's body. She held me. There is a bitter sweetness in feeling sad. It makes one open up so much that the warmth of the other person can pour right into the sole. It always gives me this juicy feeling in my mouth. My mouth gets full of sweet saliva. I was so deeply exhausted that I fell asleep in her arms with my head resting on her arm. She pulled the sheets over us.



Little Black Dress



I thought it would hurt. I thought I would hate it. Now here I lay face down with my husband's thick cock filling my bowels. He had just ejaculated in my rectum for the first time and he lay still on my back – but I could feel his cock jumping and twitching with aftershocks in my tube. I had bite marks on both shoulders.

We had only been married a week when he first proposed anal sex. "You've got such a sweet ass," he would whisper in my ear. "Please let me go into it. You'll love it." Fondling my ass, he went on to explain that my anus was my "second pussy" and that he wanted to take my second virginity. (Actually it would be my third – he was the first to spurt in my mouth.) I acted standoffish to all of this but the more he talked about it the more it secretly turned me on.

One night after a movie we ducked into a popular local pub for a drink or two. It was standing room only and we nearly lost each other in the crowd. He reappeared and grabbed my hand. "Let's go," he said abruptly.

"What's wrong?" I asked as he pulled me toward the car.

"Some guy cummed on the back of your little black dress," he said. "All over your ass."

He spread his jacket on the passenger seat and sitting down I could now feel the wetness of the stranger's sperm seeping through my pantyhose.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who wants to fuck your pretty little ass," he winked. I pouted.

Arriving home, the first thing I wanted was a hot shower. I trashed the dress and hose (expensive Wolfords), feeling both disgusted and excited by what had happened. I wondered aloud how a stranger could get so aroused so as to whip it out and cum on my dress in a public place. He couldn't have been behind me more than half a minute.

"It was your shapely bottom and legs," chimed hubby, undressing with me. "It was a shot well aimed." I noticed his large erection as he stripped. I grasped it and led him to join me in the shower. Wicked lust enveloped me.

In the hot spray and steam he soaped every inch of me, paying unusual attention to my bottom. I felt his slippery fingers wandering between my cheeks and circling my anus. Then he pushed a finger in just a lttle way, and worked it in and out slowly. "Oh, fuck YES!" I blubbered. "That feels soooooo fucking good." I'm not usually vulgar until in uncharted waters on the verge of an historic discovery, like navigating Windward Passage.

"This will feel even better," he promised. His finger pulled out and he dropped to his knees. He kissed both cheeks, gripped them, spread them apart, and his tongue went to work. That's when I discovered the sheer excitability of the cluster of nerve endings of the anus. The pleasure signals shot up my spine and seemed to short-circuit my brain. I squealed and gasped a mixture of incoherence and obscenities. At first he licked a slow circular path around my anus, switching from clockwise to counter clockwise. Then he took the plunge. His tongue entered my rectum. One hand wandered to the front where he massaged my clit. That was all I could take. I was suspended somewhere between pleasure and torture, my mouth locked open in a silent scream. Then scream I did - a torrent of confused contradictions, commands and countermands.

"In! In! In!

Please don't!

Do it!

Up my ass!

Please take it out!

I fucking love it!

Please stop!

Further up!

Up my rectum!

Oh, bugger fuck sodomize!

Fuck me dirty!

Don't stop!

Stop!"

He couldn't stop. Wild horses couldn't have dragged him from my second pussy so I reached back, grabbed his hair, and yanked his head and tongue out of my anus. I spun around and lifted him off his knees – he seemed to be in a stupor. But his cock wasn't. I got on MY knees and took it fully into my mouth. Jerking it, sucking it, licking it, my tongue swirling around the swollen head, I paused only to look up and ask him to take me to bed and fuck me up the ass.

"Take my second virginity," I demanded. "Fuck my back cunt. Work this up my rectum. Bugger me, lover. Sodomize me. Fuck me the dirty way - right up my ass. Be my filthy dirty lover..."

We didn't even dry off. In seconds I was face-down on the bed with his tongue plunging into my rectum, his hard cock fucking between my feet. I sobbed hysterically from this anal pleasure-torture and told him I couldn't take it anymore (actually I could - for hours on end, so to speak).

He rose and straddling me, he uncapped the Vaseline and began to apply it thickly to my anus. "Tell me what you want, pussybabe," he said.

"I - I want your cock up my rectum!" I blubbered. His finger pushed the cool slick gel into the latter. "Further up," I urged. I turned my head and looked over my shoulder. His arm was extended straight, with muscles twitching as his strong finger probed and twirled in my tube. Then he greased his cock. It was throbbing with excitement, actually jumping up and down slightly. So he had to hold it by the head to feed it to me. It wedged between my cheeks, and like a heat-seeking missile quickly found its target.

The hard knob pushed and opened my anal ring. The head slipped in and my circular muscle closed tightly around the groove of his fleshy helmet, locking him in. There was nowhere to go but in. Both wanting to connect fully, he pushed and I lifted my hips. In that one motion his cock advanced and filled my rectum to the hilt, my anal ring locked tightly around the base of his shaft.

He paused a moment, savoring the sensations of being up my ass for the first time. Then he started a long, slow backstroke almost all the way out of my sheath. A long slow advance followed, filling my bowels once again. He was supporting himself with his hands, massaging my rectum slowly. His gentle probes quickened to sharp thrusts. He stiffened and dropped his full weight on my back, pinning me to the bed, chewing my shoulders and groaning.

His groin smashed and flattened my cheeks with five final uncontrollable thrusts of orgasm, and I felt just as many geysers of hot sperm shooting up my bowels.



Little Black Dress



Unlike most women, I do not enjoy clothes shopping. I have a narrow top half with a wider bottom. This makes finding clothes that fit difficult. Fortunately thanks to the current Kardashian craze, I am starting to find outfits made for my body type. 

On this days excursion I found three different dresses I liked. As I stood in the dressing room trying each one on I was actually pleased with the way I looked. The last dress, a little black one was the sexiest of the three. It was a little shorter than what I normally wear. The V-neckline was low enough that if I leaned forward you would get a good view of my breasts. Could I actually wear this dress out? The thought of my husband seeing me in this dress was a real turn on. The thought of being out in public in this sexy dress was even hotter. If I got some black thigh high stockings and a good push'em up bra, this dress would do the trick.

My husband and I don't get to go out very much. He is very busy, and we have two kids. Our sex life is not that great either. Its great when we get the opportunity, we just never seem to be "ready" at the same times. We actually have to schedule in advance a night for ourselves. These date nights are very important to us. I usually try to wear something sexy. We flirt all through dinner and then end up having great sex at home. 

I have developed into a bit of an exhibitionist since I reached my mid 30's. We live in a college town. There are a lot of young men around. I notice them checking me out when I go grocery shopping. So I started wearing more revealing outfits. One time when I was wearing a t-shirt with no bra, I was especially popular. I could feel my tits jiggle as I walked down the aisle. A young man actually started talking to me. He was cute as he tried real hard not to look at my poky nipples. He actually invited me to some party he was going to. When I got home I was so turned on I actually masturbated before I unpacked the groceries.

The night of the date I tried the dress on with my new stockings and bra. I had some high heel shoes that completed my naughty little outfit. I looked at myself in the mirror. My husband will love this I thought. I then had a devilish idea. I kicked off my shoes, and rolled my stockings down and off. I removed my g-string and looked in the mirror. I felt sexier. I unzipped the back of my dress and removed my bra. I pulled the dress back up and looked in the mirror. The cleavage was not as good but you could see the outlines of my breasts and my nipples almost poking through. I leaned slightly forward, and could completely see my breast. The waiter would have an eye full. The thought made me wet. 

When my husband got home I ran to meet him at the back door. " I would have been home a lot earlier if I had known you looked like that." He said.

He walked up to me and we kissed. His hands moved up and down my dress. "You're naked." He said.

"Too much?" I asked.

He asked me if I was going to go out like that. I told him how I had the stockings and bra, but felt this was sexier, more daring. 

"It certainly is." He said.

"Do you mind?" I asked.

"No one will notice me." He said, with a smile.

He had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road as we drove to the restaurant. His hand rested on my thigh. He slowly moved it up, pushing my dress up and revealing my bald pussy. "You shaved" he exclaimed. 

"I thought you would like that. He moved his hand higher and started to spread my legs. "If you don't stop what your doing we will never make it to the restaurant." I said.

Walking into the restaurant, the warm summer breeze made me realize how little I had on, just a dress and shoes. I caught more than a few eye's checking me out as the hostess lead us to our table. I even caught her looking down my dress as I slid into the booth. I had to remember to be careful. The waiter approached and asked us if we wanted some drinks. I sat up straight, which pushed my nipples against the dress. I realized how obvious it must be that I wasn't wearing a bra. I don't think the waiter even looked at my husband.

As the dinner progressed I noticed a group of 4 men sitting at a table behind my husband. They all were rather handsome, and seemed to have an aura of importance. There strong voices seemed to carry throughout the restaurant and I noticed an accent, probably from Italy or Austria, I thought. One of the men caught me looking at him. He smiled back, as he looked over, which sent a chill down my spine. Throughout the meal he continued to look glance back at me. Our eyes made contact many times. I would smile and shyly look away. He was very handsome, rugged; a man's man. It was hard to keep the conversation going with my husband, as I flirted with this stranger. I became very horny as my mind filled with wicked thoughts.

The waiter approached and asked us if we wanted to see the dessert menu. I purposely leaned forward to take the menu from him. His eyes widened as he got a nice view of my breast. As he walked away, my husband said, " You are really enjoying this aren't you?"

"Yes." I said, " I hope I can make it home." We both laughed. After dessert I excused myself to go to the restroom. I passed by the group of men and could feel their eyes on me. While in the stall I heard someone else enter the restroom. It seemed to quiet so I peaked between the door cracks and could tell it was not a woman. I opened the stall door and peaked out. It was the man from the table.

"I think you are in the wrong room." I said. 

He looked me over and said "I don't." I was too horny to be scared. I walked towards the sinks and washed my hands. He approached me and pulled me into him. He kissed me hard. My mind was telling me to stop but my body was craving his touch. It all seemed so surreal like it was not even happening. He spun me around and bent me over the sink while spreading my legs. I felt his hands lifting my dress above my ass. Exposed to him I heard him unbuckling his belt. I did not move. I stood there frozen in excitement.

I felt his dick up against my pussy. He rubbed it gently lubricating it with my juices. He then easily slid it in. He started off slow but soon he was fucking me hard. His arm wrapped around my torso holding me against his thrusts. His hand reached into my dress and massaged my excited breast. It did not take me long. I had to bite my lip to prevent from screaming as I came from his thrusts. He pulled out and spun me like a doll. He pushed me down on my knees and I took him in my mouth. He literally fucked my face as he let his load explode down my throat. I swallowed every last bit. He pulled me up and gently kissed my forehead. He turned around and walked out.

As I cleaned myself up, the realization of what I had done set in. Holy crap, how long have I been gone? What was my husband going to say? How could I have done this to him? I swung the bathroom door open ready to race to the table. My husband was standing just outside. Oh shit. I thought. "Wow I was just getting ready to send in a search party." He said. 

I could hardly look at him. "Sorry," was all I could muster. We walked to the car without saying a word. Did he know? Had he seen the man leave the restroom? He was not acting like it. If I get away with this I will never do anything like it again.

We drove all the way to the expressway entrance, and just when I thought I had avoided the end of my marriage he said, "so you want to tell me what the hell went on in the bathroom?" The words rang through me. I felt tears fill my eyes. I did not know what he new. For all I know he could of opened the door to the bathroom. He could have seen me there bent over the sink getting fucked by a stranger. I realized the best thing to do was to tell him the truth. I went over everything, and then told him how sorry I was. I told him how much I loved him and that I don't know what came over me. 

He looked at me. I could see the anger in his eyes. He did not say anything for what felt like an eternity. Then he said, "Take off your dress." I heard him loud and clear yet I still said "What?" 

"Take off that filthy cheating dress." He said. I looked around. The expressway was busy. The summer sun was just starting to set. I would be very visible. "I'll be naked." I said. He looked over at me, his eyes starred straight through me. Would he leave me if I didn't listen? I undid the seatbelt and unzipped the back of the dress. I pulled it down exposing my breasts. I looked over at him hoping he would stop me. He glanced over at me.

"Well." He said. I pulled the dress down around each shoe. I held up the bundles dress in my hand as I sat naked in the car. My window started to roll down. Wasn't I exposed enough I thought to myself. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"Throw it out the window." He said. I looked over at him; he did not look at me. His eyes were on the road. I threw my new dress out the window. I felt him slow down as a few cars passed. No one seemed to notice. What was he trying to do? "Keep your hands to your side." He said. I saw him look in the rear view mirror. I turned around and a truck was approaching. I felt him let off the gas. 

As the driver approached my husband kept pace with him. It did not take long. The driver looked over and saw me completely exposed. His eyes almost popped out of his head. He gave me a thumb up sign. My husband reached over and pinched my nipple. I realized how turned on I was. I squirmed into the seat, the truck driver's eyes still on my naked body; I reached down between my legs and started rubbing myself. For the first time I saw my husband smile. He hit the brakes, went behind the truck and got off the expressway a few miles from our normal exit.

We were now taking the back roads to our house. It was darker, my husband told me to keep rubbing myself. He pulled down a side road and then pulled the car over. "Get out." He said. No one was around but I still hesitated. He opened his door and got out. He came around to my side and opened the door. I got out with nothing but my high heel shoes on. He pulled me to the front of the car and lifted me up so that I sat on the hood. My legs straddled him as he leaned in to kiss me. I felt the warmth from the car and his body against me. He undid his pants and let them drop to the ground. 

He lifted my legs up, spreading me open and forcing me to lie back on the car for support. I felt him enter me and push deep inside. He stood there for a moment, then pulled out and slammed back into me. The slow rhythm drove me crazy. He reached up grabbing my breasts like handles and continued to thrust himself into me. I was in heaven, loving every minute of this incredible outdoor experience. We had never done anything like this before. I felt him explode sending his load after load deep inside of me, which caused me to erupt in my second orgasm of the night. 

We got into the car, and drove home. We did not speak. I sat their naked wondering what would happen to my marriage, afraid to ask. When we got to the house he told me not to get dressed. We went up to our bedroom and he undressed. He lay down and told me to rub his back. I got on top of him and gave him a massage. After a few minutes he said, "You cheated on me." 

"I know. I am so sorry. Can you forgive me?" I said.

"Well," he said, you should be punished."

"I thought that's what you did tonight." I said.

"You cheated on our 15 year relationship. Do you think one night of punishment is enough?" He said

"I guess not." I said.

"In a week the kids are going to summer camp for a month. For that month you will be my sex slave. When I get home from work you will be naked. You will do as I say. Leave our weekends open. I will do the planning."

I sat there on top of him stunned. Was he serious? "You won't leave me." I asked.

"No." He said. "Now tell me what happened in the bathroom again. This time, be more descriptive."

I repeated the story to him, every little bit. He rolled over; he was hard as a rock. What had I done? What kind of things did he have in store for me? I easily mounted myself onto his hard cock, as I fantasized of my future adventures.



Little Black Dress



It all started with a good-natured argument between my wife and her sister. Emily bought a little black dress on sale and she had put it on to show her sister. Her sister, Rose was a 'name label' person and to her by just being on sale, if for no other reason made the dress not worth wearing.

"Emily I'm telling you it hangs on you all wrong, it's not cut right and it's too baggy."

"Oh stop it Rose, it'll be fine, it's not like I'm the one walking down the aisle."

They were going to the wedding of one of Rose's friends and she felt as if her sister would embarrass her by wearing a bargain basement dress. When Rose told Emily that her husband would look better in the dress than she would, she took it as a challenge. She called me into her bedroom and asked me to put it on. I didn't ask questions, when Emily has that look in her eye I know better than to argue with her. As a man that is slight of built, my wife is just about my height and I would say we weigh within ten pounds of each other; I fit into the dress with ease.

I looked ridiculous and both girls began laughing as I walked out of the bathroom with the dress on. However, that didn't stop Rose.

"Of course, he looks silly dressed that way, he has to be in the whole package. Let me fix him up and then we'll judge."

She sat me on the end of the bed and began putting a pair of nylons on me. She teased her sister that she was looking up my dress and could tell I was a brief over boxer type of guy. This made my face red but also I found this talk strangely erotic. The feeling of the stockings on my legs was even more erotic and I began to feel an erection coming on. When she began to talk of a garter belt was when I put my foot down and said no more silliness.

I did not look better in the dress that Emily but I think her sister had shamed her enough that she agreed to go shopping with her for another. They grabbed their purses and left me there still dressed in my wife's clothes. I took off the dress and I happened to notice my reflection in the mirror, as I stood there still with the nylons hugging my legs. I looked silly but not because of the stockings but my underwear. I went to my wife's lingerie drawer and my world changed in that instant. I couldn't believe all the colors and they all felt so soft and feminine. I couldn't stop myself I had to try on a pair but which ones, it was worse than the ice cream store. I took a pair of white laced silk out and held them up against my briefs. I remembered my wife calling them boy shorts and somehow that made it all right to try them on.

By now, I had a raging hard-on and it stuck out the top of the panties. I forced it down between my legs and held it in with my thighs. It all felt so sexy and I wanted more. I found one of Emily's garter belts and strapped it on, than I attached the nylons to it. My wife always says she is a B-minus cup so she has little foam inserts to fill the cup out. Even I know she is only an A but this makes her feel better about herself. I put on her bra and the small foam insert made me look as if I had breasts. I now slipped the dress back on and as far as I was concerned, I was a vision of loveliness. 

Ever since that fateful day I try on my wife's clothes every chance I get. If I get home and she's not there I head straight for her lingerie drawer. I pick out something that looks sexy to me and try it on. I learned that one should put the garter belt on before the panties, to make relieving one's self easier and now when dressed as a proper lady I always sit to pee. I've also found I enjoy dresses with a fuller cut than the shift I wore the first time. I have practiced so many time walking in Emily's high heels I feel quite comfortable with them now. 

When Emily announced that, she and her sister were leaving town to visit their mother I looked forward to a weekend dressed in drag. As soon as I put them on the plane, I rushed home to play. I drew a luxurious bath and sprinkled it with Emily's favorite bath oils. I pampered myself as I soaked, then I washed my hair. Lately I have let my hair grow longer and I was sure if I blow-dried it right it would pass for a pixie cut. I walked naked except for a towel around me to our bedroom. When I passed the mirror, I noticed I had, without thinking, wrapped the towel completely around me as a woman instead of around my waist as a man would. 

I looked in Emily's closet and the first thing I saw was that little black dress. Now that I was so much more experienced, I wondered if I would look better in it than before. I grabbed it and threw it on the bed, for tonight I was to find out. First, I put a garter belt on and as always, I got that tingling feeling as I rolled the nylons up my legs. Next I took a pair of French cut pink panties and put them on after forcing my dick between my legs. After practicing, I had learned how to hold it there so it wouldn't show. I put on the matching pink bra with the foam inserts already feeling sexy as hell. Staring at myself in my wife's dressing table mirror, I thought about make-up. I had not tried make-up before as I worried about not being able to clean it off before she came home. I remember my mother telling my sister, 'Less is more' so I applied a touch of color to my cheeks. Then some color for my eyes and them a light pink for my lips.

I let the dress fall down over my body and admired my reflection in the mirror. I added a strand of pearls and clip on earrings from Emily's jewelry box and grabbed a black clutch to match my black, 'oh so' high heels. Wow I not only felt like a woman I looked like one too and cute if I may brag. This was killing me, I had to show off to someone I wanted the world to see how pretty I had become.

I knew right away that I wanted to see if I could pass for a woman, I had to try it, even with the risk of humiliation I had to find out. With just one more glance in the mirror, I grabbed my bag and left the safety of my home for the outside world. I hurried to my car and headed for the other side of town. I parked in front of a coffee shop as it looked safe and maybe it would be just right for my coming out party. As I got out of the car, I noticed a bar next-door and all thoughts of safety went out the window as I headed that way. 

I sat at the bar and ordered a cosmo without feeling guilty about it being a girly drink. Just as I drank it down another was put in front of me. The barkeep told me it was from the gentleman at the end. Feeling brazen, I looked over his way and smiled as I held up my glass. I had seen this scene in countless movies but never in real life and had only thought about it from the man's point of view. As a man, the fear of rejection had always stopped me from trying to pick up women in bars. Now as a woman I felt in control as I could either ignore him or be nice to him it was up to me. I felt his presence as he slid down the bar to the stool next to mine. I turned to him, smiled, and in my most feminine voice thanked him for the cocktail. He said his name was Hank and I introduced myself as Teddy. He was from out of town and only here for the weekend. After another drink I could feel my head start spinning and when he asked if I wanted to go somewhere for coffee I agreed.

Once out in the night air I realized what kind of a situation, I was getting myself into and I began to worry. I had to be careful, if Hank found out I was really a man there was no telling what he might do to me. I wanted to flee but knew I'd had too much to drink to drive. That meant I was at Hanks mercy and I wasn't sure I could fight him off if he started making advances to me. I knew I had to think fast and come up with some kind of plan. When I climbed into his car not only was my head spinning, my wheels were turning also. I knew it was now or never, so as he got into his side I made my move. I put my hand on his thigh than said,

"Hank I want to be up front with you, we can't do anything you see because I'm married."

As his answer he leaned over and kissed me, I couldn't stop myself as I returned his kisses. I was surprised at the difference in being kissed by a man. His lips firm and almost chapped teased my lips and his hint of a beard was something I'd never experienced before.

Before I knew what was happening I was becoming aroused and I could feel my loins start to stir. I made no resistance as hank moved my hand up his thigh to his erection. I thrilled as I squeezed its hardness and I yearned for more. Yet when he put his hand on my breast, I woke up and knew I had to stop him before I got into trouble.

"Hank I told you I'm married I can't do this."

"But baby, you got me so turned on you can't stop now."

I made a decision and as I continued to stroke him through his trousers, I said the only thing I would do was to put him in my mouth. Before I could even think about what I had said, his fly was open, and his cock was in my hand.

"If you want me to do this for you can't touch me OK. Promise me you won't touch and I'll do this for you."

He was so excited he would have promised me anything and as I held my first cock other than my own, I leaned down and kissed the tip. It felt oddly erotic so I opened my mouth and let it slip in further. I tried to think of what I might want as I toyed with him with my tongue. I kept as much saliva as I could in my mouth to keep him nice and wet. I held him with my hand as my lips went up and down along his shaft. I wanted to do a good job, I wanted to please this man, I don't know why. When I felt my saliva running down onto my hand I used it as a lubricant and masturbated him as I held him in my mouth.

When he came, I was so surprised I almost spit him out but still I held him in my mouth. I tried to savor the taste of his sperm but it was not something I enjoyed and yet maybe the texture or maybe it was just the act itself, I wanted it to last a little longer. When his erection waned, I took him from my mouth and only then did I swallow his load. Next, I took great care to clean him with my tongue and then I tucked him back into his boxer shorts and pants. 

With Hank now sated and tired I knew now was the time to make my break. I told him I had to leave and jumped from his car, running back into the bar. I asked the bartender to call me a cab and hurried to the ladies to hide from Hank. About ten minutes later the bartender knocked on the door to tell me the taxi was here. With one last look in the mirror to check my makeup, I left the ladies room and went with the cabbie.

All the way home, I let the night run through my thoughts. Did this make me gay, before the events of the evening I hadn't thought about it? I mean I know I was dressing in women's clothes but I was still making love to my wife. It was all so confusing and once at home I undressed but left Emily's panties on as I went to bed. I began to masturbate with fantasizes of Hank using me for his pleasure. In my fantasy, every thing worked together as somehow I had both penis and vagina. When I came, it was hard and fast and I filled Emily's panties with my spunk.

Since that wonderful night with Hank, I have not dared to be in public dressed as a woman. When I think about how much I could have lost if things had not gone well it scares me too much to try again. Yet in my head I've played that evening over and over until it is perfect in every way. I keep telling myself that's all I need, I had my fling, and now I should get on with my life. And still I know that it's not enough and that someday I must venture out again as Teddy

As for Emily and I, we have had some problems as of late and I know she wonders why. I know I could never tell her of my adventures, she'd never understand. Of course, I still love her but our sex life has gone downhill and sometimes even as I close my eyes and think of other things, I remain unaroused and flaccid. My poor wife blames herself and there is nothing she can do. As she lies in bed silently crying I find I only have one thought and I keep saying to myself, ' My darling Hank if only we can meet again.'



Little Black Dress



On the floor, next to the bed was a small pile of black material. It had been just enough to cover her mouth and keep her screams from wafting out into the neighborhood. Now it lay there, quiescent in the bold light of dawn. If she but turned her head a little, she would see it and smile. A broad, knowing smile. Full with the secrets of life.

Her head lay where he had left it. At the edge of the bed, easy for him to access. To walk over beside the mattress, grab a handful of hair, push the cloth away from her mouth and force it onto his throbbing member. He'd done just that. Time and time again. Each time moving away before spraying her lips with nectar and neatly replacing the black material. He would grab her, shove her onto his jutting mast, thrust it into her throat until she could take no more. Until she felt the rising need from him. Then he would just as suddenly pull it away, gag her again and move behind her.

Or bend to her ear and speak in a low, reasonable tone "You will need to earn that. You've got a long way to go before I pump my sperm down your throat."

Other times he would stand in front of her, move her face to position and press his hard cock against the fabric. Then he would whip her. Lash her bare buttocks with the leather thong. Or his belt. Or the straps from the ties he hadn't used.

He'd bound her wrists together with his shirt. The cuffs buttoned and turned inside out, the rest of it twisted together in a way that kept her from pulling her hands free, no matter how much she tried. And she did. He'd scared her finally and she had panicked. Thrashing and flailing to no avail. He'd used his pants on her legs and they were strapped tight to the bed, opened wide so she found herself unable to gain purchase. He'd stripped her in one motion, taking the dress from her with ease and leaving her bare in the moonlight.

Strands of wavering beams danced across her breasts as she stood before him, helpless. Already bound at the wrists, she could only watch him appraise her. Would he approve? He certainly had earlier, but would he now that she was shorn of any trappings? He took off the rest of his clothes slowly, making sure that she made no attempts to get away. He carefully laid his pants on the bed as they came off and when he was down to his shorts, he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.

Now she knew to struggle, but it was too late. She twisted but he held firm. She kicked out, but he grabbed her ankle and tied it down. She reared up, but he swatted her bare ass a stinging blow that brought tears to her eyes. He snapped her arms tight over her head and moved to her other leg. She pulled and tugged at the bindings, but they held tight and he laughed.

She worked at the bindings until she slumped in fatigue. She growled in frustration and he laughed again. When he moved in front of her, she tried to bite and he grabbed her head, holding her away from him. He reached down, out of her sight range and picked up a piece of cloth. He pushed it in her mouth, between her teeth and tied it behind her head. He was at her ear. "That's better. I like it when you fight, you know." She did know. She couldn't help it. He made her panic and she couldn't control her reactions. "I also like to see you unable to do more than wiggle. I enjoy feeling you squirm."

She tried to talk, but the gag was very effective. He had a way of making highly creative but very effective restraints. It never ceased to amaze her. This was another of those times. It added to her panic.

Her biggest fear, though, was the things to come. The price she would have to pay. He was every bit as creative with the punishments he gave her as he was with the rewards and scenarios for both. And this was one punishment she deserved.

She had found and bought the smallest piece of lace she could find. It was only vaguely made into something intended to cover a human body and showed her curves better than a bikini. Everywhere, there was a hint of flesh and movement -- even when she was standing still -- and she'd been breathless in anticipation when she tried it on and glanced in the mirror. Tonight was the night, she'd decided.

His reaction was just as she had suspected. He hardly showed any sign of noticing. He was always like that. He was looking, though, and she knew he saw. How could he not? She was practically spilling out of it everywhere. Her tits threatened to pop out the top and her thighs were exposed so far, she knew men would be looking for the hint of pubic hair. It was clear she had on no underwear, though she might have had on the type with no lines and she knew that eyes would be straining to catch the slightest glimpse tonight to know for sure.

The lace bunched in strategic spots and made it seem like her flesh might be seen right through it if only one could look hard or long enough. She stepped out of the house and into his car believing that anything would be possible tonight. Just a twinge of regret followed her like a wisp of fragrance: she would pay for teasing him.

He brought it up first. In the car, she let the dress ride freely up her long legs. He could have easily reached out with a finger and touched her sex without lifting the hem at all. "If you were intending to tease me, you have done very nicely."

She took this as praise and glowed with the warmth. "I'm glad you like it."

"It was my intention to torment you over dessert, make you come in the restaurant. Now everyone will be watching you closely and that will not be as possible. I will have to come up with something else for you." He said this in the most reasonable tones. It made her shiver.

"Doubtless you were counting on the punishment you'll deserve as well."

This made her insides melt away and she felt them flooding out onto the seat underneath her. Her body was wracked by a shudder as he added: "I don't have a punishment ready for you. I'll have to devise one as we go tonight. We'll see how severe by the reactions you get and elicit." He looked her up and down, then added, "I believe they are going to be constant and severe. I think that you are in for it tonight."

She could have come right then. From his words and the thought of the night that stretched out before her. She knew she was not allowed, though, and felt the frisson run over her spine and leave her wanting. She wondered what would happen if she let herself go. Let the orgasm that was threatening her run its course, take her and give her a bit of relief. She shuddered a deep and full body tremor. His punishments were always memorable. He intended them that way.

Sleep was taking her. She hadn't turned her cheek yet. If she had, she would have seen that little pile of lace and stirred as the smile took her face. It lay there, just at the edge of her vision. A bit further than her nearly closed lashes allowed her to see without shifting.

Besides, once the smile started, there would be others. Thoughts of him. His hands grabbing her. His lips coaxing her. His tongue keeping her alive. His words giving her light in the dark night and fears of deep despair in the midst of her delight. His fingers caressing and flaying her. She would flit from smile to smile until a moan would escape her lips. In the dark. And he would know. And he would rise up and take that from her too. He would leave her with blank emptiness. Dreamless. And with nothing left to give him. Empty of anything more he might deign to take from her.

He'd stripped her bare in the moonlit room. Bound hands before her, nipples puckered as dappled moonbeams spilled across her body. Her punishment. Her just dessert for daring to tease him, trying to tempt him beyond his ability to maintain his composure. He'd told her early and often that he found her beautiful. Exciting, enticing and alluring. He certainly made her feel that way. Desired and seductive. She was willing to take whatever punishment he would enforce upon her to see him need her like that.

There was a sheen to her skin where the perspiration had seeped from her pores and lightly covered her. It made her glow in the shadowy room. She could tell he liked what he was seeing. It was obvious. He undressed casually, watchfully. Making sure that she didn't try anything.

She was already weary from the car and realized that it was like tauromachia. He was toreador and matador. He would worry her, prod her, make her work and panic. He would ply the poor animal with safety, give her places she believed homebase, only to jerk them away from her. At every turn he would trigger the flight or fight reflex, then back away until the adrenalin would taper. Finally, the victim would stand before him, cowed and fatigued. Small injuries making their presence known to her. Aches and throbs, chills and strains. Still willing to fight, but physically unable.

He'd worked her up to this moment throughout the night. He'd brought her along to this in bits and pieces. She'd been that proud animal. The black dress making her feel invincible as a beasts horns might. Flaunting her curves before him and the world. Teasing him and testing. Exploring her limits. Forced, in the end, to the realization that the only limits were his. He would set the bounds and push her far beyond her imagination.

She'd been so bold in the car. When he'd told her he would have to devise a new punishment and scenario for the night, she'd had the temerity to believe it would take him some time to do this. She'd taunted him, "I'm sure you'll come up with something appropriate." She raised her thigh ever so slightly and let the dress slip a fraction of an inch further toward her open flower. She could feel it there, pulsing with anticipation.

She decided to push him. "I did pick out this dress just for you. As soon as I saw it, I knew you'd know just what to do with it."

His face formed a moue of concentration. "It is a distraction I hadn't really counted on. I find that very interesting." He gave her a look she couldn't decipher and turned the car.

His eyes were darting to her legs as he maneuvered the car. She was reveling in the fact that she seemed to have struck him at a loss. The dress giving her advantage, her horns. And oh, she knows just what she will do with this kind of advantage. She adjusted her hips and felt the material slip another fraction closer to her sex.

He pulled the car to a slow stop and turned off the lights. It wasn't the restaurant, she noticed, but hadn't even the time to ask before he grabbed her wrists and pulled her to his lips. The kiss was hard and deep and made her gasp.

When he moved to her ear, her chest was heaving and threatened to rip through the inadequate fabric. She was large and firm at the worst of times, but he was making her puff out everywhere. She felt her buttocks flooded with desire.

His voice in her ear made it worse. One of her wrists was forced above her head, the other to her groin. "You want to show off?" His voice was low and menacing. "Finger your clit. Make yourself come for me. Show me."

He pressed her fingers to her crotch. She was amazed how wet it was. A gasp pushed from her throat. It was so slippery. He forced her fingers open, moved them over her delicate lips and she found them swollen in need. He made her touch her nub and she felt a shudder run through her. She was so ready!

She went after it in a frenzy, though she felt the imminent flowering almost immediately. The thought that he might stop her held her briefly at bay, but his voice sent her crashing over. "I want to feel you cum. This is mine and I want it now."

She felt the spasms start high up in her stomach and spread through her groin. There were waves of heat pushing out before the tremors. Despite her fears, she felt them crest and throw groans from her throat. At the very peak, he grabbed her hand away. She crashed in waves and her first thought was that he had intended to stop her but mistimed it. She had her orgasm anyway. She was almost smug until it hung there. Stunted. Unfulfilling.

He'd let her come and now was putting the car in gear. She was panting with need, her mind reeling. She was suddenly confused and grasping for understanding. "I came." Her voice sounded uncertain to her.

"Yes." He said. "Don't I always make sure you're taken care of?" His voice was bright.

"Yes." In contrast, her voice was subdued. Far from gaining even a modicum of relief, she was edgy and cowed.

"Yes, what?" His voice pressured her to respond.

"Yes. You always take care of me."

"There now. Tonight will be no different simply because you chose to provoke me to punish you." He gave her an indulgent smile and patted her knee.

Where his hand settled, she felt burning and chafing. There was no comfort in her body and she felt completely disheveled. Not at all what she was expecting.

They parked near the back at the restaurant and he kissed her sweetly. She was vague in her response. Not knowing what she wanted now, or what she was thinking of. No longer confident and bullish in her little black dress. She tried to smooth the wrinkles when he pulled back, but he placed his hand over her center. She felt the heat from her opening rising right through his hand. She involuntarily placed her hand on his and felt the scorching. An "Oh" pushed through her lips.

His middle finger slipped inside the furnace and pressured her clit where it met his palm. The pad pushing on her just right and invoking thoughts of relief. She squirmed against his hand.

"I want you to come for me before we go in. I want your hips swinging in that just got some way when we walk. You wanted to show off, well, I like that too."

She felt it building then. She was going to cum. She was shocked at how little time it was taking. He pushed his finger further inside and she wriggled, not knowing if she was trying to get it deeper inside or out more to the lips. She burst. It was sudden and forceful and would have gone on and on if he hadn't yanked his hand from her as soon as she started. She moved to use her own hand, but he held it away. The spasms tailed off far too soon. It was far too little.

She wondered if he knew how incomplete it felt for her. Then decided he surely must. He held her hand a moment longer and made sure she wasn't going to reach down again and got out of the car. He walked around and opened her door. He had to help her out and her knees shook as she stood. Her voice was throaty and low. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to eat."

He smiled. "We're just here to show off." He steered her off to the doors.

By the time they'd walked to the door, she was feeling the aches of coitus interruptus. She suddenly realized how fully she'd come to rely on him taking time with her. He'd always made her come in spectacular fashion. This was giving her a deep ache. She could feel her ovaries throb and walking was an effort barely worth it.

He leaned close, "You're not walking like you've just cum. I like the way you sway your hips so proudly when you just been fucked good."

"I don't know if I can take much more of this. I hurt so bad it feels like I've been being teased for a week."

"Hmmmm." His voice dripped with insincerity. "I thought the whole idea was for you to orgasm. I thought that's what that dress was for."

She opened and closed her mouth several times without response, then decided none was needed. When they came through the doors to the restaurant, the reaction was exactly as she thought it might be. Every man waiting stared, most of the women. The waiters nudged each other as they passed, or found excuse to talk to the hostess. He was told a table would be ten minutes and steered her to the bar.

There, she met more stares, the lone men there (undoubtedly not single) stared until it was beyond indecent. He ignored them all. She couldn't. They were intrusive. He shrugged them off without the slightest bother. Of course, she knew she was his, knew she would do anything for him, but how would these strangers know that? She moved closer to him. He smiled and ordered their drinks. A red wine for him. A Tom Collins for her.

She wrapped her hand around her drink (for some odd reason, it came in a tall glass and she toyed with it, stroking slowly up and back down. Leaving her finger trails in the fog coating.

He smiled at her. "I thought the coyotes were making you nervous."

She smiled back. A glowing smile that lit up the room. "They were. Then I remembered I'm with you."

He smiled again. "Should we just have appetizers and dessert?"

She found it hard to swallow. Nodded. Gulped again. "That sounds wonderful." her voice came out low and sultry. Far more sexy than she believed herself to be. She was feeling invincible all over again.

Every time she chanced a look around the bar, the men were still staring at her. How strange that they would be so blatant and so constant. They were called for a table. Even though they had a pager, the hostess came to get them personally. On the way to the table, she got more attention. This was a little more subdued. She was getting used to it.

The hostess gave her a significant look as she set down the menus. He settled her into the booth first, then slid in next to her. He leaned over and kissed her. A deep kiss with promise spilling over into her lap.

The waiter wasn't long. He took their order, made some suggestions and was disappointed at the refusal. They were having dessert after, he was told, and possibly coffee. The waiter slunk away.

He wanted to talk, but she wasn't sure if she could. The abbreviated orgasms had made her feel as though she had been fucked hard without foreplay. It was a strange and callous feeling. Not one she associated with him at all. This was different in a way that struck a sour note in a favored orchestral piece.

He leaned in close to her ear. "You know you deserve whatever punishment I give don't you? I'm not unreasonable. If a punishment or a reward is more than you are due, then you can tell me."

She felt tears coming and tried to shake them out of her eyes.

"I do like the dress. It's a very nice surprise. And I am going to give you everything you deserve for having the balls to wear it on a night we had something rather ordinary planned. I think you deserve an extraordinary punishment. Don't you?"

Her tears dried to a lust filled smile. "Yes." She husked.

"Good." He smiled broadly and the food arrived.

She picked at the food. He touched her arm, her leg, her hair. Attentive to her and sensitive, he was sweet. The conversation, though, carried on about his views on punishment and reward. He was looking for ideal punishment and reward to create both craving and despair. His goal was for her to eventually find herself unable to differentiate between the two and whether or not she needed either, but knowing she would do anything for both. To start, he said, "It's enough for you to recognize that you will do anything for what I give you. You'll do anything to please me."

She managed a wan "Yes."

Dessert came. And coffee. And the knowledge that the real game had only begun. She found herself already weary and wishing he would just take her in his arms and make gentle love to her all night. At the same time, she found herself aching. Throbbing inside for what he might do to her. She needed all of it.

He stopped on the ride home and she thought he might give her another stunted orgasm, but he just stroked her hair, kissed her, and whispered that she had a long night in store for her. She found herself craving it. And dreading it. And the things he had said earlier about reward and punishment started to make sense, though she wished that they did not.

Just in the door at home, he shoved her against the wood, pressed into her hard, kissing and feeling her. He was driving her wild with frenzy and she wanted him so bad, she would do anything. He pushed her against the door harder, grabbed her wrists and dropped to his knees.




Little Black Dress



His tongue made knowing circles around her clit, stopping to pull and tug at her lips. He brought her to climax with steady, sure licks and she bucked as she peaked. Then he stopped. With a suddenness that she hadn't counted on, having forgotten so soon the lessons of the earlier evening. She raged in frustration and roared, but it was to no avail. He pulled away and kept her hands at her sides as well.

She struggled. She squirmed. She growled. He laughed and kissed her.

He took her by the hand and led her to the couch where he took her once again into his mouth, moving with surety and strength to overcome her resistance to orgasm. She came in spite of her efforts to stop him and he stopped it cold at the moment of flowering. It was like a firecracker with a simple "plop" after a long hissing fuse. He did this to her three more times, between each, stroking her back and neck, massaging her arms and legs, stroking her scalp, making her pliant. He fingered her clit while kissing her neck, nibbling at the tender skin until she forgot what he was doing to her and her orgasm came of it's own accord. She screamed at him in rage when he stopped as she peaked.

He laughed. "Are you mad that I make you cum?" His voice was low, but taunting.

"You know what you're doing." She managed through gritted teeth. Her body hurt where it had been spasming and she felt as though she were dropped off a cliff when he stopped the way he did. He massaged her back and cooed at her, telling her how exquisite he found her. She wanted him, but the ache was like a deep bruise that throbbed when he touched her. Until he'd soothed her enough.

He was fingering her again before she noticed and this time it felt rough and almost painful. She fought. Hard. He laughed and held her wrists tight. She was able to get a knee up and felt him harder then she imagined. She wriggled to get a better look at the tenting in his pants and gasped. He locked her wrists as she was looking and drove two fingers into her until she shook and cried out. He stopped the instant she came.

She could hardly walk by the time he took her by the hand and pulled her off the couch. He kissed her sweetly and she stood dazed, swaying on the spot. His fingers twined with hers and he stroked her arm.

"Please." She was almost pathetic in her pleading. Her voice was small and had no gist at all. It barely wound its way from her lips to the open air and he had to listen close to understand what was contained there. "Please."

She was almost broken. Her pleas a mere shadow of her confident, alluring self that began the evening with him. He'd told her nearly from the start that one of his pleasures was breaking her. Forcing her beyond her boundaries and abilities until she had nothing left to hold onto. Except him. He would catch her and keep her and place her back in her world when he was through with her. He hadn't told her of the catch, though. That she would never be the same person.

He steered her shell to the bedroom. She didn't want him to fuck her. She had a vague notion that it would scrape her vagina, she was so dehydrated that her skin wouldn't take his cock without abrading. She shuddered at the thought that he would punish her by ramming it in hard and fast. She wouldn't have any lubricant until he squirted his jizz into her. She was near tears again. He didn't turn on a light, but the shades were open, the moon was full and sending a glorious shine through the windows. He stripped her of her dress. The bit of lacy material the only thing she had on.

His pants were sticking out in front of him and showed an impossible strain, she couldn't imagine getting the zipper over the bulging front. He took off his shirt and she suddenly did want him. She would risk being torn and rubbed, she would take having her canal shredded. He took off one arm, re=buttoned the cuffs, then did the same to the other.

She moaned and melted into his chest with her hands out to feel him. He took first one wrist, then the other, yanking his shirt over the wrist and twisting until it hurt and she cried out. He twisted her hands together and tied it somehow so that when she did wake from her daze and start to fight back, she was unable to make any difference at all.

He took off his pants, leaving the underwear popping at the seams and pushed her over the bed on her stomach, using the pants to tie her legs even as she kicked out. He liked her struggles and she could feel his hardness reaching for her. She was angry over her treatment, however. Deserved or not, she hurt. He'd never hurt her before and she had the unreal thought that maybe this was the time. Maybe he was finally going to show his evil side. He'd always been so cool and collected with her, so reasonable, even as he had this fetish for giving her agony and making her suffer. Maybe this time his true side would come out. She panicked and fought harder, though now it was too late and she could do little more than twist and writhe in the bindings.

She yelled and he walked in front of her and pulled down his shorts. She clacked her teeth, threatening to bite, and he calmly walked over to where he had tossed her dress, bent down, picked it up and stuffed it in her mouth. He tied it behind her head in a way that he could pull it down, expose her mouth and then replace it. It tasted like him.

She thought it odd that he should so permeate her being that even her dress, the one she had worn all evening and sweated in, rutted in, came in, should taste like him. Like the scent of his body. She was so sure it should taste like her old socks, or day old musk, that she stopped all struggles to wonder.

He took that moment to shove his cock completely through her. Contrary to what she had thought, she was dripping wet and she felt it splatter out all over the both of them as he slammed it home. He buried it so completely that she felt in every bit of her right to her stomach. Regardless of how she felt before that moment, she was going to come. And she was going to come hard and fast. She tried to buck, but he pulled out, walked around, moved the cloth and shoved the diamond hard monster in her throat.

He was punishing her. ramming it cleanly to the hilt in her sopping pussy, then stuffing it right past her tongue in her gasping, panting mouth. She loast all track of time, sometimes he was whipping her ass, sometimes grabbing her hair and pounding her = pussy or mouth. It went on and on until he kept slamming his cock to the balls in her. Her ass was in the air, red hot from being spanked, his fingers digging in the muscle. She was expecting him to stop and shove into her mouth and she was limp with willing slaver, but he kept on. She tried to scream that she was going to cum, but the little black dress stopped any sounds but whimpering and moaning from leaving her mouth. "Mmmmm Mmmhmmm HmmmMmmhmm". She was bucking and wriggling and felt him ramming her harder and faster. She exploded. Blaring fireworks took her in a shuddering full body arch. He kept pounding, right through the spasming, ramming in and out of her splattering hole. She kept cumming. She came so much and so long that she felt her self lost all over again and when his rod jerked and sprayed jets of hot gushing lava inside her, she came all over again as ferocious spasms wracked her frame, shaking her bones.

He collapsed with her. She was slack with her head on the edge of the mattress. If she but turned the slightest bit, she would see where he yanked the dress from her mouth with the last of his strength and threw it in a tiny heap just off the edge of the bed. Just before kissing her tenderly. So incredibly sweetly and whispering "You were so good in that dress, love. I like it very much."



Little Black Dress



You come home and find a note from me, lying on the table. With directions and an address, with a time to be there. . . .

And a box. 

A box containing a slinky black dress. 

A dress and a note. 

Amongst scattered rose petals.

A note simply saying: "This and nothing else. XOXO"

You pull up to a darkened house. In a neighborhood of darkened homes. Your only company along the drive, a full moon playing peek-a-boo

with you, behind silken clouds, and the dimly glowing streetlights. As you lean over to see the house address better, that's when you notice. . .

The pathway of flickering candles. Flickering, beckoning. . .Enticing. 

Leading to the back yard and through a trellis gate overgrown with roses.

Your heart starts beating faster. . .

As you step out of the car, the dress sways around you. An eager dancer that needs no music. 

No music other than that which is made with your every sway, every roll of your hips. 

Standing in the moonlight, you're highlighted, bathed in silver radiance. A fallen angel about to spread blackened wings.

Beauty beyond this world.

The glossy darkness of your hair catches the light and shimmers.

The rich caramel of your skin, darkened, glows with a silken lustre. 

The dress. . .The dress is black flame, star kissed and moon bathed, form fitting, a second skin.

Hiding the last of your marvels, amplifying others.

An image enough to be ever seared, lastingly into any mind.

At the sight of you, the breath catches in my throat. Hard. A tremor runs through me.

Of longing. . .Of Desire. . .

Need. 

My muscles tighten in anticipation. A dull roar fills my ears. . . .Blood rushing. . .

Stepping out of the car, the smell of roses and lilacs encloses you in a heady cloud.

There is a silky warmth to the air, a crisp cleanness. The smell of fresh grass, the trees,

the flowers. . . The night. Envelopes you.

The air is a warm caress, kissing your every contour.

As the air kisses your most tender of lips, a shiver tumbles its way up your spine and goosebumps

break out across the backs of your silken thighs.

Your heart pulses hard.

The grass is plush beneath your feet, tantalizing, teasing. 

A breeze whispers through the leaves of the drooping willow nearby, a raspy whisper full of promises.

You walk the candlelit walkway, created just for you. 

The heat teases along your legs.

The light reveals the carpet of roses laid out for you.

Soft and velvety. Moist as you step upon them. Each step releasing more fragrance. 

Lifted skyward by the flames, caressing you as it rises, . . . lingering.

An angel swaying through fallen flowers. . .

Flowers given up their beauty in deference to hers. . .

Flames. Highlighting, wreathing. Bathing. 

Her dark ambiance become a living thing, swaying, sashaying.

His heart threatens to burst at the sight, a vision beyond fantasy.

Beyond belief. And his. . .All his. Mine. Forever.

You don't walk along the candlelit path, so much as float. Surreal by definition.

Through the gate you go, leaves brushing, clinging almost hungrily. 

And who can blame them.

Your candle strewn bed of flowers leads you to the hot tub.

Candle encircled, and illumined. Petal scattered. 

Music is playing, words just out of reach, a beat that thumps inside your chest all the same.

You smell me a second before the tips of my fingers trace up your hands, up your arms to grip your shoulders and pull you back against me.

Your favorite of my cologne.

My arms tighten around you, muscle hardening, holding you to me tightly.

Face buried in your silken hair, inhaling your smell. . . Lips kiss their way down, around to your left ear.

Lips find your ear, breath hot and heavy against you. "Mmmmm. How you doin' ", rumbles out. My voice roughened by the burning need for you.

And with you so very close. . .

You giggle and grind your ass back against me. Noticing just how very much I have noticed you.

Leaning forward against my arms, I let you go to spin you around, facing me.

Your arms slide around me, fingers clenching against me, pressing yourself as tightly to me as you can.

My arms encircle you once more, molding themselves to you. Needing the feel of you. Savoring it. . . Savoring you.

A moan rumbles forth. You feel the vibration through my chest, where your head rests, even as you hear it.

Cupping your ass, my fingers begin kneading their way upwards. Clenching. Rubbing. Massaging. Up your deliciously firm ass. Up the muscles

of your sleek back, to the silken glory of your shoulders.

Savoring every inch, every glimpse of muscle hidden beneath the silken fabric. Fingers sensitive enough to almost be eyes. Eyes exploring you.

Eyes filled with disbelief and wonder. Filled with a hunger so bone deep nothing else matters. 

The world narrows down to the smell of you and the feel of your body. Both against me and beneath my fingers. You encompass the entirety of my world.

And I wouldn't have it any other way. . .

Minutes stretch into what seems an eternity. 

Me lost in the smell and sensation of having you in my arms, under my hands.

You lost in the smell of me, my reality, the sense of security. . . of belonging.

And of course my hands.

I pull back. Just far enough to cup your face between my hands. 

I gaze down into your eyes. The eyes of the woman that completes me. The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

Held in the most beautiful face I could ever imagine. 

My heart beats painfully as the enormity of how blessed I am hits home.

Eyes trace your face. Your lips. The curve of your cheek. Stare into your eyes, eyes so full of love and wonder.

And somehow, I love you even more.

For how could I not, when confronted with the reality. Your reality. 

The reality of a dream coming true. A dream I can touch with mine own two hands.

Tears are threatening as I lean forward. Forward, to take your lips with mine. One hand pressing against your lower back.

The other holding your face to mine. Needing your mouth, your taste. Needing you in a way that's painful. Consuming.

"Give me your tongue, baby, pleease. I need you"

And you do.

Lightning rockets through me at the taste of your mouth, the feel of you against me.

My ensuing moan vibrates through your mouth. Through your very soul.

My need for you eclipses reality itself.

I take your mouth with a frantic need. The hunger for you ruling me completely.

The sheer physical need, making nothing else real. Nothing else matter. Just the feel of you. Your taste.

Your warmth. And how badly I need both.

How badly I need you.

All of you. . .

The hand pressing your mouth to mine become a clenched fist.

Clenched in your hair, pulling your head back.

Exposing the smooth expanse of your neck to me. To my mouth.

Which I eagerly exploit.

The taste of you, the feel. The silken heat. I wish I had fangs to sink in you.

I need you. To be inside you. More than I need air. I need to taste you. Have you.

My teeth scrape across you, the sharp ones, that feel so painfully delightful against your nipples.

A howling starts echoing in my head. The primal scream of desire. Of wordless need. The need of your body.

Of your everything. Hungrily, my mouth finds yours again. Claiming you. Taking you. . . Needing. . .

I pull back, panting. Eyes closed. Your fingers that have worked their way under my shirt, digging into my back,

feel the muscles harden. Just as a sound, part growl, part moan rumbles out of my mouth and reverberates against you.

Part of you is afraid, unsure. Yet your pussy throbs painfully and you feel yourself grow even more wet.

As I open my eyes again, you unconsiously gasp.

You're there, in my eyes, mirrored, floating in the fires of desire burning there.

Fires bright enough you can feel the heat bathing you.

It's very hard to breathe.

As the wicked smile slowly stretches across my lips, part mischievous, part cruel, part knee-weakeningly sexy.

Blue eyes turned saphire flame. Filled with such wicked promise.

You stop breathing all together. 

One heartbeat.

Two.

Three.

Thump, thump. Thump.

Time lurches back into motion.

My fingers are velvet steel as they slide down your thighs, moving back up.

Exposing the tight curves of your ass to the starts and candlelights.

Exposing you to my Eyes.

You give a little gasp as I spread you open. Strong fingers pulling your ass apart, opening you to the breeze. To me.

Staring into your eyes all the while.

Eyes you can't look away from even if you desired to do so.

My fingers find the edges of your labia. The honeyed wetness of your desire having spread even further.

My dick throbs painfully. The proof of your own longing, making mine many times worse. 

Fingers tease you. Lightly brushing against the softest of your silken skin. Glorying in the sticky wetness of you.

The delicious suction as I hold a finger against your hungry opening. Only to pull it away. Feeling little strands of your

desire stick to me. Feeling them call to me. A language older than words.

After being frozen, mind numbed by the feeling and promise, of my hands so very near your opening, upon realizing my delight in

denying you that which you crave, you begin thrusting your ass backwards, trying to capture my finger within the seductive walls of your wiles.

My deep chuckle reverberates through your entire body. I know exactly what you want. Exactly what you're doing. I was expecting.

And I am still denying you. You're going to beg, oh you're going to beg.

I run my fingers from you opening to your clit, collecting the warmth of your need on my fingers. Fingers I pull away.

Fingers I bring to my mouth so you can watch me, one by one, suck the glistening juice from your pussy, off my fingers.

I close my eyes to savor the taste of you. The slightly salty sweetness of your body. Of you. Of your pussy. My pussy. And only mine.

Forever.

My eyes open. And again find your own. Cupping your face, I pull you to me. Capturing your lips once again.

"I'll never get over how good you taste. How good it is to taste you", I whisper into your mouth.

Pulling back again. I slide my hands down your neck, to your shoulders and begin sliding the dress down you. Slowly.

Exposing your perky breasts, breasts with the nipples that respond so well for me.

I take you in my mouth. Full lips, wet, pulling you inside hungrily.

You brace yourself on my strong shoulders, forearms against me as your fingers twine in the back of my hair.

Holding my mouth against you. Encouraging, welcoming. A low whimper escapes as my mouth begins to work at you.

Tongue wrapping around and around you. As your nipple hardens inside my mouth, I begin to pull at you. Long, slow suction.

If you had milk, I would be drinking from your body. As one nipple becomes fully erect, I move to the next. My fingers work at you.

Rolling you between thumb and forefinger. Slowly twisting, pinching, pulling. Pain and pleasure as one.

My tongue is between your breasts, underneath them both. Lips always follow, pulling at you, hungry, wet.

The dress comes down further.

Tongue and lips find the firmness of your stomach. The silky fine hair near your belly button. Kissing along your ribs.

Your breath grows faster and faster.

The dress slips further. . .

Down your hips. . .

Down your knees. . .

to pool at your feet.

Your hands brace against my shoulders as you lift your legs, one by one, so I can move the dress. Out of our way.

You stand there naked. I have to take a moment just to absorb the sight of you. My mouth waters uncontrollably and goes

dry all at the same time. 

It's as if god sculpted you from a dream that I've spent my whole life dreaming. 

Taking a deep breath, I let it out, shuddering. My whole body wanting to tremble.

Taking you by the hands, I pull you down to the ground beside me.

Twining my leg through yours, I start once more with your mouth.

Slowly, but no less hungrily. My thigh teasing your aching center as we move back

and forth. My fingers burning their way across your tight ass and up your back. Across your ribs.

Into your hair. Always clenching you to me. The need of your naked skin against mine the only constant

that exists.

Lips, tongue and hands wind their way down your body.

Your heart is beating so fast everything seems to spin. You feel so hot it's hard to think. 

The ache between your legs so intense you want to cry and scream at the same time.

But all you can do is pant and moan. You've forgotten how to scream. How to talk.

All you know if the need. The need of me. My body. My touch. . . My taste.

I'm between your bent legs, toes gripping the grass. Toes that spasm almost painfully, clenching,

as my cool breath blows against the sopping mound of your pussy. Your fingers dig into the grass. Each breath from me,

making your whole body want to spasm. To scream. 

Watching you writhe makes me harden painfully. The tip of my cock sopping wet. Aching to feel you wrapped around me.

The sight of your wet pussy, juice covering the inner cleft of your ass, your asshole, onto your thighs. . . makes me whimper.

Hunger. Desire. Longing.

And need. A Need so vast time doesn't exist.

Just you. Your body. And the aching desire of your pussy that screams at me with a beauty that

words can never shape.

I move my face closer to blow on you. The air even colder as it brushes across your glistening mound, lips hungrily parted.

Your legs jerk, hips thrust upward. Wanting to take me. Needing me. Inside you. Filling you. . . completing you.

Closer still, I move my face. Another breath. Stronger than before. Longer. Your whole body spasms. Hips thrusting upward,

convulsively. Your fingers tear grass out by the roots. You are past noticing. Past caring. The entirety of your world revolves around

the ache between your legs. The ache only I can feed.

You can feel the air I inhale as I breathe in the scent of you, nose almost touching, a hairs breadth away. The moan that escapes my mouth, you feel.

An electric shock from your pussy, through your body. Spiking into you. 

My tongue lightly brushes your clit. A jolt shoots through you. You whimper. My grin grows feral.

My tongue brushes against your outer labia, lapping the slick wetness of your body. You could scream.

As I explore your inner labia, teasing against your opening. You want to curse my name.

"How's that feel, baby? Hmmm?"

You moan in my general direction. Fingers drumming against the ground.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you, try again".

You can almost cry.

I breathe against you, long and slow. Lips almost against your silken lips.

You do cry.

"Please *sobs* Please. I need it. . Please".

"What do you need, baby?" My grin is most evil.

"*sobs* I need you. Inside me. God, I need you so bad"

"Why didn't you say so, love?" My grin is absolutely evil.

When my lips fasten onto your labia, . . . you scream. 

A scream of need, of longing. An ache so long unfulfilled. Without words. Without thought.

All the pain of yearning. Of need. Of completion.

As my mouth hungrily pulls at you, your mind detaches. 

My tongue thrusts inside you, the need to taste you almost as strong as your need to be tasted.

My tongue begins to rub your clit. Wet fingers slip inside you, curling upwards. Seeking the bump of your g-spot.

Finding it with aclarity. I suck hard at you. Pulling the blood to your clit. Sucking. Sucking.

Fingers flicking rapidly inside you, twisting, corkscrewing. 

Your legs are kicking, feet twitching. 

Back arching. Arms flailing. Body cavorting on the ground.

A dance of wordless need. Beautiful in any language. Priceless.

"Cum for me, baby. Hard. I want to taste it. CUM"

And with a screaming gyration of your hips, you do.

And you do.

And you do.

My fingers and mouth pull at you. Pulling orgasm into orgasm.

Waves of warmth cresting and crashing down onto you. Shockwaves thundering through your entire body.

Plucking strings you didn't know existed. And you dance to my tune, strings pulled expertly.

Your mind goes from detached to nonexistent. Simply you, floating in an ocean of warmth, waves floating you

from here to there. Gravity no longer an issue. The earth no longer tangible. Just you and me. And the pulsating heat

of my body and the hunger of yours yet to be sated.

After you come back to yourself, I'm there beside you. Smiling down at you, stroking your face. 

"Mmmmm. I love when you come, baby. Was it good?"

In response, you pull my mouth down to yours and I eagerly except.

"I need you inside me, baby, please. I need it", you say.

I answer with a grin that makes you ache inside.

Rolling over, I pull you on top of me.

You straddle me, feet resting against my legs, deliciously tight ass just above the throbbing shaft of my erection.

With one hand I pull your mouth down to me. To mine. To my neck. My nipples. Hand clasped firmly in the back of your hair.

With my other hand, I reach between our legs. Grabbing my cock, I begin teasing your hungry, pink mouth. Sliding the tip against you,

rubbing it along your opening, thumping it against your sensitized clit. You try to thrust your hips down on me and I pull away, whispering "Not just yet, beautiful".

As your mouth plays along my neck and shoulers, my chest. My hands find the curves of your hips and ass. Strong fingers clench you. Holding you in place as the

burning hot tip of my dick rests against your aching center. Holding you in place, keeping you from taking me inside you. Your mouth grows more frantic against me.

Lips find my ear, tongue darting inside. The heat of your breath and tongue in my ear makes me head swim. Coupled with the heavenly heat coming from your pussy,

just barely hugging my head. . .My eyes cross and I almost lose my grip on you and your constant straining to take me inside.

I grip you more firmly. And brace myself to thrust inside you. You can feel my muscles tense up. 

The ache inside you reaches a high note. You mind focuses in anticipation of feeling me part you.

Thrust.

And I do. Slightly.

Half an inch more than before. More. But still so much less than you want. You strain even harder against my grip,

whimpering as you try to grind your way down onto me.

I begin teasing you. In that little bit for a few short strokes and back out to tease your opening. Your delicious suction of your pussy never fully leaving me.

You forget about kissing me neck and chest. Your thoughts only for what you aren't getting. Only for your need. As you whimper.

You feel my muscles tense up again. 

Surely, this is the time. This will be it. The thrust that drives me deep inside you. Surely. Right?

Sort of. 

You get an inch more. Before I start teasing you again. 

Savoring the feeling of your body. How right it feels to have you.

How needful this sharing is, this conjoining. 

Sliding your nipple in my mouth, I bite down, Sharp teeth slowly, firmly clamping down. You gasp and start to try and pull away.

Even as my hands slam you down onto me, as I thrust up into you.

Your breath freezes, your mind locks. A breath shudders its way out of you.

You lean your breasts back down to me, grinding your hips against me. Rolling me inside of you hungrily.

My lips find your. Need of you the only thing that makes sense anymore. The need for all of you. In every way.

"Take that dick, baby. Take it. Mmmm Take it. Oh God. Take it", I whisper into your mouth, fingers locked where they grip your ass.

I roll you onto your back, needing to take you deeper, thrust into you harder. 




Little Black Dress



My mouth and teeth are fire against your neck, a slow burning heat that twists inside your skull overshadowing everything besides the feel

of me plunging inside you, grinding against you. As deep inside you as possible.

One with you. Joined.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby. Hold me to you, squeeze me. .".

Half circle to the right.

Half circle to the left.

9 full thrusts.

9 shallow.

Half circle to the right.

Half circle to the left.

Teasing your opening. .

Teasing your opening. .

Deep thrust. 

And again.

And again.

And again.

You climax screaming, legs convulsively tightening around me. Fingers clawing into my back.

Hips thrusting upwards to me, needing me even deeper inside you.

I lay on top of you, inside you. Waiting for the tremors and aftershocks to wind down.

Kissing your face and neck tenderly.

When you come back to me, you wrap your arms around me and let out another shuddering breath.

A breath that comes from your whole body.

"Mmmmm. I'm not done with you yet, angel. No, not yet". The smile in my voice sends shivers down your spine 

and makes you ache inside again.

Sitting up, I reach down for your hands to help you up.

And you do need help. Your legs are shaking so bad you can hardly stand.

I help you to the hot tub. Holding your hand, I help you up and in.

I sit down and pull you into my lap. Hot water brushing the heat of your throbbing center.

Lips finding the back of your neck. The tops of your shoulders.

As my hands guide you down. Erection brushing the cleft of your ass. Sliding against you. I pull you down and

guide myself inside you. With a little squelching sound, I'm seated firmly, completely inside you. Filling you.

You're cradled in my arms and lap. 

My right hand reaches up to gently, firmly grip your throat. Pulling you back against me, feeling the silken muscle of you. The

racing of your heart, thump, thumping beneath my fingers.

My left hand reaches between your legs, finding your clit. 

My mouth hungrily pulls at you as I begin pumping inside you. The teasing all gone. Only need remains. The need to fill you completely.

Fingers work your clit, rubbing, squeezing. Plucking those invisible strings.

Your clit is so sensitive, it almost hurts. But you don't care. You want it too badly. Between me thrusting inside you, you grinding your hips

down onto me, the pain only makes you want the pleasure more. The gyrations of your hips would make a bellydancer jealous. Water slapping against us both,

splashing in time with our eager coupling. Hot to the cool of night. Hot to the warm and growing hot, heat of our bodies.

I lean you forward.

"I wanna see that ass, baby. Bend over, show me that pussy".

Leaning over, you brace your hands against the edge of the hot tub.

Ass rising deliciously into the air.

The sweet cleft of your sweet ass spread apart, baring the even sweeter cleft of your scrumptious center.

A scrumptious center opened for me. Beckoning. Still parted from me, from our need.

I'm behind you. Hands spreading your ass apart, exposing you to me. My mouth. 

Which hungrily takes you. Tastes you.

Your legs threaten to collapse again but you fight it. Even as a shudder lurches up your spine

The heat below you, rising so tantalizingly. The heat of my tongue exploring you. Inside you.

Things start spinning again. Your heart beats painfully hard.

My mouth goes away and I'm gripping your hips again.

You have enough time to brace yourself before I thrust myself hard inside you.

A nearly steady growl issues from my mouth. Wordless need. A need that's all important now.

A need for you. And a need to fill you.

Thrusting. 

Grinding.

Taking you.

A hand in your hair, to pull your head back. Hard. Thrusting even further inside you.

Harder.

And. .

Harder.

Faster.

Each thrust rocks your body and makes you whimper.

Your own need to be filled making itself known.

I grip your shoulders. 

A final thrust. Hips grinding against you.

Dick throbbing inside. 

You feel the wet heat shoot inside you. Filling you. A heat inside you, deeper than

you ever knew could be. 

Shooting.

Shooting.

You've needed this. Needed it so bad.

An orgasm hits you. Sudden as lightning.

Arcing through you. Pulling my seed inside you. So deep inside.

The strength leaves us both at almost the same time.

I almost fall back, but catch myself. Holding you, I lower you down onto my lap once more.

Arms wrapped around you. Face buried in your sweat dampened hair. Cradling you to me. 

And somehow, I love you even more.

I whisper, "Thank you for being mine, Angel". 

We both sink into the heat of the water, not wanting to move even if we could . . .