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Loving Daniel Ch. 01

By: Sweet_P



Loving Daniel: Triple O

It was a Friday night. Rather than go out for an expensive meal, I invited my lover, Daniel, to my apartment, promising him a meal he would never forget. I left work early and rushed to the supermarket to pick up a few extra things I thought I would need. I waited on the platform in the subway station for the train home, and daydreamed about what I would wear that night... I had a beautiful red chiffon number that I knew Daniel would like. I'd had my hair done especially, my brown wavy locks washed and straightened to fall perfectly about my face.  I imagined it would look very attractive draping down the bare skin of my shoulders, accentuating the dangerously low cut back of my dress. 

At home I rushed through the last minute food preparations -- nothing else could be done until Daniel arrived. I went to the bathroom and turned the taps on in the tub. I rolled up my trousers, placed my right leg over the tub and lathered soap over my shin and calf. Then carefully, with a great deal of precision, I removed every little spike attempting to grow there. I rinsed my leg then repeated the exercise with the other, ensuring both legs were as hairless as they possibly could be – Daniel enjoyed the feel of my legs caressing the skin on his back, and I didn’t want to disappoint him with poor grooming. I turned the taps off and toweled my legs dry. 

I unzipped my trousers and allowed them to drop to the bathroom floor. I kicked them out the door and in the approximate direction of my bedroom. Then I peeled off my shirt and underwear and stood naked on the bathmat. I opened the bathroom cabinet door and fished out my vitamin E cream from amongst the clutter inside. I unscrewed the cap and squeezed a generous amount onto my right hand then put the tube down and transferred half of the cream to my left palm. I bent over, not from the knees, but from the hips, and ran each hand up and down my legs, massaging the cream into my skin, enjoying its smoothness and watching the moisture absorb almost immediately. I stepped my right foot further apart to maintain my balance, and I imagined how delighted Daniel would be if he walked in at that moment and found me bent over like that,  my legs bare, my back arched, my ass cheeks wantonly spread… I knew he would want to fuck me on the spot. 

I straightened again and squeezed more cream into my hands then began to massage it into the soft mounds of my ass. I wanted it to be as soft and smooth as possible so that when Daniel ran his hands over each globe and grasped them in his fist he would be pleased at how supple they felt. I finished by rubbing some of the cream into my breasts, then turned to the cabinet again and selected a fragrance from amongst my limited collection. I choose Thierry Mugler's Angel, my favourite. I sprayed a fine mist down the right side of my neck, against the insides of my wrists and just a little on the backs of my knees. The aroma of vanilla and chocolate filled the air and I paused for a moment to inhale the delicious ambience. 

I headed to my room, collecting my discarded clothing on the way, dumping it in the clothesbasket inside my bedroom door.  As I stood before my wardrobe clothed in nothing but my birthday suit, I glanced to my left and realised I hadn’t drawn the vertical blinds. I was convinced no one was looking anyway -- and if they were, I didn’t care as long as they never made their presence known to me. I took my red chiffon dress off the clothes wrack and slipped it over my head, wriggling my torso to help the folds of fabric cascade down over my shoulders and hips. I neatly arranged the cowl neck at the front, surveying how it emphasized the tops of my curvaceous breasts, knowing how Daniel would enjoy having such easy access to them. I slipped my feet into my red stilettos, threaded a pair of earrings through my earlobes and finished my makeup just as I heard Daniel’s knock at my apartment door. 

I raced down the hallway in a most unlady-like fashion, the dress's skirt wafting around me as I went.  I unlocked the front door then swung it open wide and stepped back. There was Daniel, standing on my doorstep looking crushingly handsome dressed in elegant black trousers and a blood red shirt which he’d left open at the neck, the collar neatly turned over the lapels of his black Armani jacket. 

"You look beautiful," he said.  I felt flattered by the compliment.  I decided flirtation was the best way to get the evening’s activities started.

"You look like the main course," I replied, flashing my dazzling smile at Daniel. He stepped through the door, slipped his right arm around my waist and drew me forward into a light embrace. Daniel’s lips descend onto mine to kiss me passionately on the threshold, his tongue conducting a thorough inspection of my mouth before it connected with my own, rubbing against it insistently. I broke away and blushed. "Come in," I said. 

Daniel swaggered into my apartment, slipped his coat from his shoulders and draped it over the arm of the sofa.  He turned on his heel to look at me, his eyes burning with desire, his lips curved upwards in a benevolent smile.   

"Are you hungry?" I asked casually.  Daniel’s eyes wandered from my face to my breasts, over my belly, down my thighs to my ankles then back up to meet my gaze again. 

"Yes I am," he said, licking his lips. My naked crotch began to burn with heat under my dress.  I wanted him to take me there and then. 

"Dessert first?" I inquired, raising my eyebrows so that he knew I wasn’t talking about food. 

"No. Let’s do it by the book," Daniel said. I nodded in agreement, even though I was a little disappointed, then turned and made my way to the kitchen. After serving Daniel a glass of Semillon Blanc I heated up the stove and placed a stainless steel pan on the heating element. I flash fried two beautiful pieces of tuna steak, adding only garlic and pepper for seasoning. I positioned them on a bed of tri-colour salsa in the centre of two large white plates then turned to Daniel. 

"Why don’t you take a seat at the table, darling," I said. "Dinner is ready." I picked up both plates and followed Daniel to the dining room. The lights were dim; a lamp illuminated the clean white cloth and the forged mental candle sticker holder, a solitary candle burning at its pinnacle. I leaned forward to place Daniel’s plate before him and as I did the cowl neck on my dress swung free, revealing almost all of my cleavage, which I had not bothered to capture with a bra that night.  Daniel took advantage of the opportunity, swiftly raising his right hand and slipping it beneath the fabric to cup my right breast in his palm. 

"This looks delicious," he said, his eyes feasting on my chest.  Daniel moved his thumb and forefinger to meet on either side of my nipple then slowly began to pinch.  I let out a surprised gasp – the pain was deliciously excruciating. I looked down at Daniel and his eyes meet mine. I smiled and he removed his hand. 

"Thank you," I said, assuming the compliment was about me. I placed my plate on the table and sat down. I raised my glass of wine to Daniel. "Salute," I said, and he clinked his glass against mine. 

We enjoyed the meal ever so slowly, taking one bite, then resting our cutlery on our plates to chit-chat as we ate.  Finally we finished; I stood to take the plates away. I returned from the kitchen with two tiny servings of Campari sorbet seated in the middle of two small plates that were iced over from chilling in the freezer. We consumed the sorbet quickly and I removed the plates to the kitchen, returning with dessert -- a dense triple chocolate cheesecake with no base, drizzled with a reddish-brown chocolate liqueur. 

"What is this?" Daniel asked. 

"It's called a Triple Orgasm," I replied, beaming at him. 

"Huh!" he scoffed. "I'll show you a real triple orgasm in a minute!" I giggled like a nervous schoolgirl at his comment. I knew he meant what he said. We ate the dessert slowly, groaning in delight at its rich flavour and dense texture, but we abandoned it half way through the generous serving, finding it simply too rich to finish. I whisked the plates away to the kitchen and when I returned Daniel was standing by the table, his chair dragged out of the way. 

"Come here," he said to me and I obediently walked over to him. Daniel lifted my left hand to his lips and kissed the soft flesh of my palm. He then turned me around and hugged me to his chest. My buttocks pressed against his groin and I could feel his sex already hard beneath his trousers. I leaned against him as he ran both of his hands down over my breasts to my thighs where he grasped the red chiffon skirt of my dress and began to gather it in his fists.

“Ready for your real dessert?” Daniel whispered in my ear.

“Ah-huh.” I replied.

Daniel pushed me away from his body with a thrust of his hips and raised my dress to my waist. He stepped forward and pushed me against the edge of the table, the heel of his left hand between my shoulder blades urging me forward over the table top, his right hand firmly gripping my hip. 

Daniel kneeled behind me, and I felt his tongue lick at the back of my right knee. I enjoyed his attention there, a little smile creeping across my face as I closed my eyes and surrendered to his oral caress. He ran his warm, wet tongue up the back of my thigh to the crease below my right ass cheek, then traced the little crevice with his tongue from left to right and back again. Then he switched to the other side and inspected the crease there with his tongue in the same delicate manner. 

"So nice," Daniel said quietly then stood again. I heard his unzip his trousers and drop them with his shorts to his knees. "Part your cheeks," he said to me, do I and put all of my weight on my breasts and abdomen, then reached around to my ass and gripped both cheeks with my hands, spreading them wide. Daniel stepped back to admire the view -- I was completely open to him, once again the servant of his desire. "You're dripping wet," he said, and I felt his fingers collect the juices from around my gaping vagina. He transferred the moisture to the puckered flower of my ass, and I prepared myself to feel his tongue penetrate me there. 

Daniel placed his left hand on my right hip and gripped his cock with his right, then directed the engorged head towards my anus. He rested it against the tight little opening momentarily. 

"No," I said, but without the conviction I normally felt. My desire burning like a flame for Daniel by then, I didn’t care what was his pleasure – my body was his to do with as he wished.

"You’ll like it this way," he murmured and began to push. I let out a moan of pain, but he was insistent. "Relax, my pet," he soothed. "I won't hurt you." Immediately the tension left my body and I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation in my ass. Daniel pushed his cock slowly past the tight outer muscle, burying himself within, then paused. He placed his right hand on my other hip and I exhaled all the air in my lungs. I began to feel comfortable then, as Daniel slowly began to slide his cock out of my tight little passage, then stopped and pushed it in again. I enjoyed the sensation of this slow, yet surprisingly delicious stimulation. I released one of my buttocks and reached my hand underneath my torso to find my clit, which was begging for attention by then. I rested my fingers there and allowed the gentle rocking from Daniel’s thrusts to supply all the stimulation I need. 

His grip on my hips tightened and he quickened his pace. I began to moan, the pain suddenly increasing in intensity. My ass was not used to such deep and thorough penetration, yet I knew it was too late now to ask Daniel to stop. I maintained the pressure on my clit and was elated when I felt it contract upwards against my pubis. 

"O Daniel, I'm gonna cum!" I moaned, so he quickened his pace further, breaking out into a sweat, jabbing me with short, sharp thrusts. A delicious wave of heat crawled up the back of my head and down over my face as I came under his administrations. With one final deep thrust, Daniel dumped his load in my ass, then slumped forwards over my back. His hands released my hips, leaving red marks where his fingers had gripped me in the throes of passion. He ran his hands up my sides and I lifted myself slightly to allow him to reach beneath me to cradle my breasts. 

"Okay?" Daniel inquired, his cock still buried within my ass. 

"Ah-huh," was all I could reply. We rested that way for some time, enjoying the post-coital simplicity of the pose, Daniel’s spent penis eventually contracting, releasing the pressure within my anus. 



After what seemed like an eon, Daniel stood and withdrew his now flaccid cock. 

"Turn over," he said, so I raised myself on the table and turned around to face my lover. My chiffon dress was bunched unattractively around my armpits so Daniel grabbed the mass of fabric and peeled it off over my head, tossing it carelessly aside. I was naked as I lay on the table, my knees bent, my calves and ankles dangling over the edge, my shoes still fastened to my feet. 

"Raise your knees," Daniel instructed me, so I drew my legs up to my chest, putting my nether regions completely on display. 

Daniel gazed down at the folds of pink skin and I watched as his eyes drifted towards to my ass, which had become reddened from our efforts. He rubbed me gently there, then knelt before me and placed a tender kiss on my dark ring. I moaned with pleasure and imagined I might let him fuck me that way again some time. But my ass did not concern him now. He placed his palms against my flattened, raised thighs and leaned forward to lick the full length of my glistening wet trench. 

"Ahhhh," I groaned. "Daniel that's good..." I tightened my grip on my knees, raising my pelvis towards his face like an offering to my own personal God. He bent again and this time he inserted the tip of his tongue into my cunt, driving me mad with the delicious sensation of a warm wet tongue fuck. I began to rock on the table top with the motion, rolling myself gently against Daniel’s face, but he withdrew from my cunt and turned his attention to my swollen red clit, which has been patiently awaiting his caress. 

He dabbed at the sweet bud with his tongue, tickling, tantalizing, circling its form then clasping his lips around its circumference. I moaned and Daniel immediately began to suck at it, his tongue continuing to work at the bud now fully enclosed in his mouth. The sensation was divine; I allowed myself to completely surrender to him -- Daniel was an expert at bringing me to orgasm that way, and like a good girl, I eagerly awaited for my climax to approach. It wasn't long before I felt my cunt contract within me and I knew my clit has done the same between Daniel’s lips. Yet he kept on and on with his tongue until I began to cry out in short, sharp, high pitched gasps. My head lolled on the table, my eyes rolled back in my head and a white-hot wave of pleasure washed over me as I came against Daniel’s face. 

Finally Daniel’s lips released my clit. My hands fell away from my knees and my legs slumped down over the side of the table again. Daniel leaned back, and I looked up at him, sweat glistening on my breasts and abdomen. He smile at me like as smiled down at his mortal lover Leda, and I noticed his chin was coated with the juices from my cunt. 

"Come here," I beckoned, so he stood and leaned over me, allowing me to lick his chin clean, then wrap my right arm around his neck, drawing him into a passionate kiss on the mouth. 


My heart rate had nearly returned to normal but my body felt entirely spent. As we kissed again, I felt Daniel’s sex pressing against me between my legs, dripping with pre-cum, making me aware that he was ready for action again. I reached down and grasped its length in my right hand. 

"Will you fuck me now?" I asked, gazing into Daniel’s eyes. Not waiting for an answer, I dipped the head of his cock in my juices, moistening it a little, then found the opening to my by then more than welcoming snatch, I held it there in expectation. Daniel nodded and pressed forward, sliding his full length deep within me. We both released a sigh of pleasure, and Daniel paused for a moment before placing his hands either side of me on the table and pushing himself back up to standing. 

He grasped my hips and dragged me closer to the edge of the table. I raised my legs and placed one stilettoed foot on each of his shoulders. Daniel gripped my ankles with his hands and held my legs forwards as if they were handle bars to help him steer. Relentlessly, he plunged his cock in and out of my cunt, his hips slapping against my thighs in a frenzy of passion. I watched my breasts shake with each successive jab so I grasped my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, pinching, twisting them, encouraging the areolas to pucker in appreciation of Daniel’s prowess. 

He placed my ankles back on his shoulders and positioned his hands back on the table, still thrusting, riding higher so that his shaft grazed my clit with each stroke. I let out a sigh but he did not notice, his face contorted in a mask of pleasure and pain.  I knew instinctively that he was close to climax. I shifted my hips a little to increase the pressure on my clitoris - I wanted to come at the same time Daniel did. His thrusts quickened and he groaned as the tension increased. I feel my soft interior tighten contract around his cock and I knew my climax was just a breath away. 

"Oh, fuck!" I cried out as Daniel’s thrusts became furious. Sweat broke out all over his body and finally he released his orgasm, coming deep within me. In the very next instant, my clit spasmed and my orgasm over took me as Daniel leaned his full weight against my body. His breathing was heavy against my left ear. His chest heaved as he attempted to recover. 

"And that," Daniel said quietly to me, "is what I call a triple orgasm."

Loving Daniel Ch. 02



Loving Daniel Ch2 - The Change Room

It was a Thursday night when Daniel asked me to meet him after work. We had planned to go for a drink then see a film, but when we met in the foyer of my office block, I told Daniel I really preferred to go shopping instead -- it appeared that I hadn't had my fill of the post-holiday sales.

Daniel agreed to the change in plans -- but only because he had a hidden agenda. He'd been suggesting that I update my lingerie collection for some time, and he wanted to buy me a little something special for the nights when we were running short on entertainment ideas. And unbeknownst to me, he'd spied a slinky electric blue evening dress in a shop window, which he wanted me to wear sometime while he was fucking me. 

I led Daniel to a shop called CanCan; a hole-in-the-wall type shop, overcrowded with sales assistants desperate to sell anything to anyone. They always cornered me and somehow managed to fool me into the most ridiculous purchases. When we entered the shop, Daniel dismissed them offhand, insisting he peruse the shelves himself, selecting various items he wanted to see me try on. I adjourned to the change room and waited to see what he would hand me.

His first selection was a deep maroon number -- a beautiful French style bra with a square design. I tried it on and, peeking over the change room door, Daniel was delighted to discover how elegantly it thrust my breasts upwards and outwards, making them appear as if they were sitting on a shelf!

"I like that one," Daniel said to me.

"Does it have matching panties?" I asked? He handed a pair of boyleg French knickers, entirely made of lace, to me. I put them on the peg on the wall and looked at Daniel while I unzipped my skirt, dropped it to the floor, then dropped the panties I was wearing as well. I took the French knickers from their hanger, stepped into them, and pulled them up to my knees then stopped. My breasts strained against the form of the bra as I bent forwards, allowing Daniel an almost uninterrupted view of their voluminous round globes as I said, "of course you realise I'll have to buy these now." I continued to pull the knickers up, turning as I did so Daniel could see how neatly they covered my ass. The hem rode high at the back, the square cut allowing the roundness of my cheeks to peek out from under the lace.

"I think that's a good idea," Daniel said, and handed me a black gauze baby doll chemise. "Try this." I kept the knickers on but removed the bra. My back was turned to Daniel and in the mirror I noticed that his eyes were feasting on the shape of my bare breasts, momentarily free in between outfits. Suddenly I was filled with love and desire as I observed the devoted expression on his face. I shuddered involuntarily, my body joyfully recalling the sensation of the last time his hands caressed my breasts. I slipped the chemise over my head and allowed it to drop down over my breasts. Its skirt was only hip length. I clasped the bustier section at the back and squealed in delight when I noticed the bodice was only a demi-cup. It sat neatly under my breasts, leaving my nipples deliciously exposed. 

"I'll buy you that," Daniel said, a devilish smile spreading across his face. I handed each of the items back to him over the door and he took them to the counter. I dressed again and emerged from the change room to join Daniel at the counter. We left the store with the new items neatly wrapped in tissue paper, tucked into a petite little bag. Daniel took me by the hand. 

"This way," he said, and led me towards the store where his ambush dress lay in wait. It was an expensive store and I balked at the doorstep. 

"I don't want to shop here," I said to Daniel.

"Just indulge me," he replied reassuringly, so we entered. Daniel went straight to the counter and asked the sales girl to find the dress in the window in my size. She selected it from the rack and escorted me to the fitting room, unaware that Daniel was hot on her heels. She hung the dress in a change room, much more spacious than the cramped quarters at the lingerie store, and turned to leave, slamming right into Daniel's chest.

"I'm... er... sorry!" she said, embarrassed by Daniel's presence rather than by her own clumsiness. I moved to close the curtain across the change room door, hesitating long enough for Daniel to barge in. 

"Let me help you," he said. I drew the curtain behind him and smiled. I knew instantly what he had in mind.

Daniel dragged my blouse free from my skirt and began to unbutton it. He peeled it back from my breasts and bent his head to kiss the tops of them both. Then he removed my blouse completely and hung it on the hook on the wall, returning his attention to me, planting his lips on the side of my neck and sucking lightly there. I leaned into Daniel to enjoy his oral caress, but couldn't help giggling a little when he slipped his hands around behind me and unzipped my skirt. He pushed it off over my hips and let it drop to the floor. I was left clothed in only my underwear while Daniel was still completely dressed.

He dragged his fingers up the small of my back to the clasp of my bra and skillfully unhitched it without further adieu. 

"You can't wear it under that dress," Daniel said. He took his lips off my neck and stepped away from me to remove my bra, casting his eyes over my naked breasts, my nipples hardening from the cool air in the change room. Daniel grasped my right breast and stuffed it in his mouth. I braced myself against the force of his attentions, pressing my hands against opposite sides of the change room wall; I dropped my head back to push my breast forward into his mouth but instead Daniel slid his lips back over the tender white skin to suck on my nipple. A groan escaped my lips as he rolled the pink flesh between his teeth. Daniel transferred his lips to my left breast and repeated the caress all over again. I drew in a deep breath and then he released me.

"Put on the dress," Daniel said quietly to me. He took it from the hanger and handed to me. It had no zip so I raised my arms and slipped it over my head. It was tight and I almost had to roll it down over my breasts to get it on. I knew without turning to look in the mirror that my nipples were clearly visible under the fabric because they were still erect. 

"Your panties will have to go too," Daniel commented. He grasped them at the side seams and pulled them down to my ankles. I kicked them to the side, then continued extending the dress down over my hips until the bodice was fitted, permitting the skirt to fall freely to the floor.

"Beautiful," Daniel said, and turned me around to admire my image in the mirror. It was not a dress I would have chosen for myself, but I could immediately see why Daniel liked it -- it hugged every curve of my body and left absolutely no doubt that I was indeed a woman. A split up the left side of the dress extended to mid-thigh, and I shifted my weight to my right hip, allowing my left leg to emerge from within the skirt. Daniel press his body against my back and buried his face in my hair, then dragged it away from my neck to kiss me passionately below my right ear. His lips burned against my skin, his tongue setting my loins on fire as it licked and sucked. Daniel reached his hands around under my arms to grip both my breasts. I couldn't help but I lean against him, pushing my ass into his groin to mold my body to his form. He ground his hips against me until I felt his sex harden in his pants.

Daniel turned me around to face him again and pushed me against the mirror. He gently clasped my neck with his right hand, positioning his thumb under my chin and pressing his lips to mine. He forced my mouth open with his tongue and kissed me so hotly that I almost felt like his tongue was fucking my face. I began to feel moisture collect between my thighs as my desire for Daniel began to mount. I surrendered in his arms and returned his kiss just as passionately. He pressed his chest against my breasts, steadying himself with his left hand against the wall above me. Daniel reached down with his right hand and hooked the skirt of the dress aside, finding my mons, allowing it to guide him to my by then dripping cunt. He slid his fingers between my pussy lips and rubbed me there gently but intentionally, then released me and stepped back.

"Do you need any help in there?" I heard the sales assistant call from behind the curtain to the change room. Daniel's eyes were locked on mine and he grinned at me as he unbuckled his belt then unzipped his pants and freed his erect penis from its prison. My eyes widened at the extent to which his cock had swollen. The head was purple and absolutely begging for action.

"Ah, no, we're quite alright, thanks!" I called nervously, hoping to hell she did not decide to draw back the curtain - I smiled back at Daniel, imagining the sales girl would glimpse Daniel in all his glory in the reflection of the mirror. Finally we heard the sales assistant walk away and Daniel fell on me, pushing me back against the mirror, dragging the dress aside again and spreading my legs with his knees. I lifted my left leg and curled it around his waist. He hooked his right arm under my bent knee and lifted me upwards to impale me on his hot hard cock. My buttocks were pressed against the cold glass of the mirror, and stuck slightly as Daniel began to grind his hips against my body. I couldn't help grunting out loud every time he jammed his cock into me, so he put his mouth over mine and began kissing me intensely again to keep me quiet.

Our breathing became heavy under our kiss, and I began to suck air in noisily through my nose as Daniel continued to pump at me against the mirror. I curled my pelvis against him with every thrust, urging my cunt to devour his cock, my precarious position causing my clit to conveniently scrape up and down the shaft with each movement. I felt myself starting to come so I broke my mouth away from Daniel's to gasp for air and to help my climax come on faster. Daniel impaled my body on his over and over, his teeth biting at the side of my neck, little moans of pleasure now escaping his own mouth. He let out an agonized cry of ecstasy and spurted his hot seed deep within me but continued to thrust, knowing I was about to come too. I tightly gripped my right arm around his neck, I placed my lips next to his left ear and began to pant continuously until at last I sighed and came in his arms. Daniel stopped his administrations then and leaned heavily against me, still pinning me to the mirror, my leg still hoisted over his arm.

"Do you want this dress?" he asked me moments later.

"Hasn't it served us well?" I inquired.

"It's not bad," Daniel replied. "But if we wish it to serve us again, we can always come back here," he chuckled.

"Great idea," I quipped.

Some time later we emerged from the Change Room bearing no sign of our carnal activity other than my slightly disheveled hair.

"We'll be back for the dress," Daniel said to the sales assistant. I giggled and we left the shop.



Loving Daniel Ch. 03



Daniel and I were invited to a chi-chi cocktail party, which we knew would only be populated by the beautiful A-list set. We decided to arrive at the party separately - to keep up appearances more than anything else. Some people would be scandalised to know about our little liaison. Daniel is a prominent public figure; I am a controversial young author. While I see nothing wrong with our affair, Daniel is quite adamant that he wishes to be discreet for the sake of keeping his press advisor quiet. Never the less, we quite often ended up at the same events, and always used the opportunity for a surreptitious fuck. I suppose it was the sense of danger in being caught out that had us behave so recklessly.

Daniel asked me to dress in an elegant, modern chic style, so I took extra care with my grooming to ensure he would be pleased with my appearance. I chose to wear a calf-length black microfibre dress with a split to mid thigh on both side seems. The front of the dress featured a v-shaped neckline, plunging to just below the crevice between my breasts. Daniel loved the shape of my breasts -- they were poised and pert when held in place by the expensive lingerie Daniel continually bought for me. But that night I left my breasts free beneath the cloth of my dress, upon Daniel's request. The back of the dress scooped almost to my waistline. A network of criss-crossed shoestring straps prevented it from slipping from my shoulders. I knew that dress was a definite showstopper.

The waiter drifted past me and I collected a glass of champagne from the tray he was toting as he did. I looked around the room, took note of which celebrities had deigned to appear that night, then spotted Daniel on the other side of the room. I drew myself up to my full height - five feet, ten inches including the added height of my stilettos - drew my shoulders back, tilted my hips forward, and crossed the room in a slow deliberate swank, heading to where Daniel stood. I was more conscious of the gentle but persistent sway of my uninhibited breasts as I walked than of the lace tops of my stockings, which I knew peeked through the splits of my dress with every step I took. I walked slowly and intentionally, to allow Daniel time enough to notice me and admire me! The light glinted on the fine silver choker around my neck, emphasized by the fact that my hair had been drawn away from my neck and captured in an elegant French knot at the back of my head. It was the choker that caught Daniel's attention; his eyes drifted upwards from my neck to meet mine, his lips forming a half smile as we both silently acknowledged what the choker symbolised -- that I was completely at his whim.

Even with such high heels, I was still not equal to Daniel's height. He took my chin gently in his left hand, tilting it upwards to lightly kiss me on the lips -- he did not wish to smear my blazing red lipstick. He would do that later. I trembled at the touch of Daniel's lips against mine; he took me by the hand and lead me up the spiral staircase to the upper reaches of the mansion, away from the party. 

"You look beautiful," he said as we climbed the stairs, and I glowed at the compliment.

"Thank you," I said, batting my eyelids in modesty. We continued in silence.

Daniel led me down the carpet of a long hallway. I wobbled a little with each step, the pile of the carpet was very thick and made me feel more than a little unstable in my heels. We came upon an open door and discovered a bedroom within, decorated in rich chocolate and cream motifs. Daniel dragged me through the door then shut it behind me. He pushed me against the back of the door and pressed his hips against mine. I could hear people passing by in the hallway outside, their petty conversations easily audible. Daniel placed both his hands upon my breasts and squeezed their fullness. Then finding my aroused nipples, he pinched them through the fabric of my dress with his thumb and forefinger, causing them to harden even more.

"Get on the bed," Daniel said. I drew a breath, he stepped away and I walked towards the bed, aware that his gaze was glued to my ass the whole way. I turned and sat on the edge. "No," Daniel said. "Kneel on it." I stood and bent my legs behind me, one by one, and positioned myself on the bed, facing Daniel. He shook his head at me. "No," he said patiently. "Doggy style," and finally I understood what he wanted. I turned and bent forward to place my hands on the bed in front of me. I was on all fours then, my stilettoed feet hanging over the edge of the bed.

Daniel stepped up close behind me and raised the back panel of my dress to reveal the twin globes of my ass. "Oh-ho! No panties. Beautifully done!" Daniel exclaimed. I said nothing, but smiled to myself at his obvious pleasure. I did not bother to tell him that I knew he would want me that way that night. I just hadn't expected it would be in the middle of the party like that. I enjoyed the sensation of Daniel caressing my right butt cheek. His hand left its curve momentarily and before I had time to think I was shocked by a short sharp crack against my flesh. I cried out from the pain, but Daniel knew how much I enjoyed that kind of caress so he was not deterred. Quickly he administered another crack to my left butt cheek. I groaned that time. The pain was exquisite.

I heard the sound of Daniel's belt being unbuckled, followed by his trousers being unzipped and before I knew it, he grabbed me by the hips and violently dragged me back along the bed, impaling my wet pussy on his turgid penis. 

"Oh Daniel!" I moaned as he began to pump against me furiously. He was feverish with his desire so I instinctively slid my hands forward along the cover of the bed, placed my weight on my breasts and pushed my ass higher so that Daniel could thrust his cock even deeper into my juicy cunt. I wanted him to be completely satisfied, and I knew seeing my ass offered to him like that drove him wild with desire. I involuntarily began to whimper every time he slammed his prick into me. But I didn't want Daniel to have all the fun -- I reached one hand back and scooped the front panel of my dress out of the way to gain access to myself. I slid my fingers between my pussy lips and sought out my throbbing clitoris, which was by then shouting for attention. I did not need to work myself too hard -- I simply allowed the violence of each of Daniel's thrusts to scrape my clit against my fingers which were now dripping wet from the juices flowing from my cunt.

Daniel gripped my hips tighter and quickened his pace; I knew he was nearing climax so I increased the pressure against my clit, eager to come at the same time he did. Sweat broke out on the small of my back, and I became convinced Daniel's brow must have been equally soaked. I felt my orgasm approaching, and I continued to rub myself almost as furiously as the fucking Daniel was giving my pussy. Suddenly Daniel slammed my hips against his and let out a deep guttural groan as he came, dumping his load deep within me. He held me against his body, attempting to catch his breath, so I gave my clit one last stroke and slumped against the bed as my cunt clamped around Daniel's throbbing cock, causing me to shudder uncontrollably as I came under his still tight grip.

"Good girl," Daniel said quietly, and I smiled at having received his approval.

We remained frozen like that for some moments. Then after what seemed like an eon, Daniel withdrew his soaked and spent cock, took out a white linen handkerchief from his pocket, wiped himself clean, then bent and kissed me in the crevice between my ass cheeks.

"I love your ass," Daniel said to me. I turned, looked at him then raised myself to all fours again and rose from the bed. I straightened the back of my dress, smoothed down the front and thanked the sweet Lord my hairdresser had plastered my hair with lacquer earlier that afternoon. Not one hair was out of place. Daniel turned to go and at my first step I felt his cum running down the inside of my right thigh. In a moment of wild abandon, I decided to let it do as it would -- it would catch in the lace of my stocking then dry and would serve as a memento for the evening, at least until later.

Daniel opened the door of the bedroom. We walked down the hallway, descended the stairs, and returned to the party.



Loving Daniel Ch. 04



Loving Daniel Ch. 04: The Armchair

While Daniel and I were a very social pair, we also enjoyed spending time at home, luxuriating in each other’s company, enjoying each other’s bodies. We were lying together on the sofa in my lounge room one night. I had wanted to fuck Daniel while I was on top, and he’d allowed me the pleasure, reclining against the arm of the sofa, insisting that I mount his cock facing his feet so he could watch my ass as I pumped... I agreed to his request, stripping off all my clothes, leaving myself clothed in only black lace top stay-ups and stilettos for the occasion.

I’d fully satiated myself on Daniel’s prick, and had slumped back against his sweat-coated chest afterwards, basking in the afterglow for a few long minutes. Daniel toyed with my still erect nipples while he sucked on my left earlobe, his cock returning to its flaccid state then, sliding out of my pussy almost imperceptibly. I left Daniel’s embrace and stood up, pausing as his cum ran down the insides of my thighs. Daniel looked up at me and smiled, satisfied, because he knew I was satisfied. The breeze blowing through the room from the back door was cool, and my skin responded by rising up in goose bumps. My nipples hardened, the areolas puckering from the light kiss of the wind. I picked up my blouse from where it lay on the floor and put it on, covering my arms, but leaving the front of the shirt unbuttoned. I seated myself in the white upholstered arm chair and crossed my stockinged legs. I let my head tilt back and rest against the chair. Daniel sat up on the sofa and mimicked my pose.

"Spread your legs," he said to me unabashedly, and I lifted my head to look at him, my eyes searching his face to detect what he might have been thinking. I slowly removed my right leg from where it rested over my left, and placed each stilettoed foot squarely on the floor at the outer edges of the seat. "Nice," Daniel said, "but not nice enough. Drape them over the arms," he demanded, so I complied. But my bum was tucked away at the back of the seat and I knew it would not improve his view, so I scooted forward in the chair, and poised my ass at the seat's edge, my sex totally open and on display for him.

The insides of my thighs were still wet from Daniel’s cum, and the folds of skin around my clit were a little reddened from the vigorous ride I'd just taken on his cock. 

"Show me your clit," Daniel said, so I rested my left hand on my mons, then drew the flesh back, letting it drag the hood of my clit up with it. I spread my labia with the fingers of my right hand to give Daniel a clearer view. I felt myself begin to grow excited by this open display for my lover. "Now show me how you please yourself," Daniel said, as if he'd never seen me at it before. 

I released my labia and moved my fingers to the opening of my cunt. I inserted the first two into the opening up to the second knuckle, then slid them back and forth to collect the moisture there. I took them out and placed them on my clit, my index and ring fingers on either side, my middle finger squarely on the nub.

I began to rub myself in a semi-circular motion, my left hand still on my mons, keeping the hood drawn back. I took a deep breath and relaxed myself in the chair, even though I was not entirely comfortable. I closed my eyes, allowed my head to drop a little to the side and began to work my hand back and forth. I began to breathe in rhythm with my strokes, my mouth dropping open to release a contented sigh. I stepped up the pace a little then as the heat increased under the pressure of my fingers.

I begin to contract my pelvic floor muscles to add to the rhythm, knowing Daniel would be able to see my buttocks clenching and flexing against the seat of the chair. My breathing increased in speed but each breath was coming shallower then. I released my mons, curling the fingers of my right hand a little to compensate. They worked my clit fervently, using my pubis as the backbone to my technique. My loins flooded with a warm sensation and I quickened my pace yet again, moaning loudly as my clitoris contracted and released a gentle orgasm over my body.

I instinctively wanted to draw my legs together and clamp the muscles in my thighs around my hand while my fingers continued to manipulate my clit. But I knew Daniel would want to see everything, so I took a deep breath and just allowed myself to loll in the chair under his gaze. Daniel rose from his seat, knelt before me, and darted his tongue out to collect the bead of pearlescent moisture poised at the opening of my cunt, swallowing it before it had a chance to run down my ass and soil the chair. The feeling of his tongue against my hypersensitive flesh was exquisite, so I pushed my pussy forwards against Daniel’s face, silently urging him to favour me with his attention.

He was never one to disappoint; Daniel extended his tongue from within his mouth and drove it deep within my still throbbing cunt. He curled the tip upwards, conducting a thorough inspection of my cavity, lapping at the soft swollen flesh within. His nose was pressed firmly against my clit and I involuntarily stretched my thighs wider apart to accommodate him as he began to massage my trench with his face. Daniel withdrew his tongue from my cunt and began licking up and down from my asshole to my clit, further drenching me with his own saliva. He paused momentarily to flick the tip of his tongue against the dark flower of my ass, driving it quickly past the tight outer ring for a fleeting caress, then returned his attentions to my aching clit, now begging to be tantalized by his expert tongue.

He closed his lips around the hardened red bud then gently began to suck. I let out a moan of delight and lifted my hips towards his face, eager for him to increase the pressure. Instead he began to dab with his tongue, little licks at first, squarely on the centre of my clit, then circling licks around its perimeter, driving me mad with passion. Daniel’s lips tightened and he began to work in earnest, his intention to bring me to orgasm again now very clear. I placed my hands on his head and began to stroke his hair in time with the rhythm of his licks. His stubbled chin grazed against the opening of my by then dripping cunt, adding to the ecstasy, his tongue and lips continuing to work my clit relentlessly.

I felt like my whole body was on fire. The soles of my feet began to burn as Daniel’s pace increased. I closed my eyes and surrendered my body completely to him, my legs hot and tingling, my ass muscles tight and clenching, my cunt throbbing, and last my clit contracting. I began to buck uncontrollably against Daniel’s face. Undeterred, he continued sucking, licking, grazing, massaging, until finally I could hold back no longer. I came hard against his face, simultaneously releasing an ear splitting scream of delight, thrashing my head against the back of the chair, exhilarated that yet again, Daniel had delivered me to orgasm.



Loving Daniel Ch. 05



Loving Daniel Ch05 – Private Orgy

My lover Daniel picked me up one Friday night, telling me he had something special in store for me that evening. He had called me earlier that day, requesting that I wear my black A-line skirt that he liked, and a shirt that buttoned through in the front. Of course I knew he wanted me to wear my stay-ups, so I put those on and selected my red stilettos to break up all the black. I didn’t bother with underwear – some how it seemed inappropriate.

We drove for over forty-five minutes, leaving the outskirts of the city and heading into a heavily wooded rural area. We arrived at a mansion situated on a large secluded estate. Daniel turned the car into the gates and proceeded up a long pebble driveway lit on either side by evenly spaced halogen lamps. There were numerous cars parked around a fountain out the front of the mansion, many of them classic European cars, and I couldn’t help wondering in whose company Daniel had chosen we would spend the evening? It was 10.00pm when we arrived, and I suspected we'd not only missed first and second course, but dessert also. Something about the smirk on Daniel’s face told me he’d never planned for us to dine that night anyway.

We approached the door and it was opened for us before we even knocked.

"Good evening, sir," a man at the door greeted Daniel. He completely ignored me. I felt nervous and slipped my hand into Daniel’s. He led me through a large ornate entry hall enclosed by walls decorated with antique wood paneling and heavily flocked wallpaper. The floor was of a pale grey marble polished impeccably, and covered by a network of blood red hall runners. Daniel approached a large cedar door to our left. He grasped its brass handle, pivoted it downwards, swung the door open, then led me inside.

The room was dark and dimly lit with candles, their flickering flames casting a pale yellow glow over the room. They were placed in every crevice imaginable; seated in amongst red velvet fabric draped from the ceiling, over the chairs, down the walls and even on the floor. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, but its multifaceted lights had been completely dimmed so that it hardly offered any practical advantage other than decoration. My eyes adjusted to the dim light and then widened when I realised what was laid out before us ­ naked body after naked body, all in various stages of fucking. On a sofa by the curtained window a lithe young woman was kneeling on all fours. A man in his forties was standing behind her, one of his feet positioned on the seat, his weight supported by his standing leg as he rammed his cock up her ass relentlessly. Another man stood at her head, his cock stuffed in her mouth, and as the one behind her thrust back and forth, her lips slid up and down the other one's prick.

To my right I saw a huge leather wing-backed chair, with a woman's legs draped over the arms as she rose and lowered herself rhythmically on the lap of wrinkled old man seated in the chair. I admired the creamy flesh of her back and the perfect pear shape of her ass-cheeks, which were ever so slightly parted as she worked, squeezing together in a magnificent fashion every time she raised her hips, then releasing again when she impaled herself on the old man’s member.

Daniel took my hand and led me around to the left side of the room, where we saw a tangle of bodies lying on a Persian rug; arms and legs everywhere, tongues, tits, cocks and cunts thrusting this way and that. Daniel guided me to an unoccupied ottoman, and sat down on it, pulling me onto his lap. He wrapped his left arm around my waist, rested his right hand on my knee, and aimlessly began to stroke my stockinged leg while gazing at the action taking place before us.

I put my arm around Daniel’s neck and leaned against him, wondering when he’d ask me to remove my clothes and join the people on the floor. But he said nothing to me and I began to forget my nervousness as two girls, aged about twenty, separated themselves from the mass of bodies and turned to focus their attentions on each other at the edge of the rug. One had luscious dark brown hair that cascaded down her back. Her skin was olive toned and her breasts were quite voluminous in comparison to her petite waist. The other was a redhead, her skin white and dappled all over with light pink freckles. Her lips were painted a deep plum colour, emphasising the reddish brown colour of her eyes, which sparkled in the candlelight. The brunette pushed the redhead back against the rug and kneeled between her thighs. She leaned forward and allowed her hair to cascade over her shoulders and onto the redhead’s skin. Deftly the brunette swished her hair lightly across the other girl’s breasts, grazing her nipples, teasing them until they became erect. She bent forward even further then and touched her tongue to the tip of the redhead’s left nipple, tracing its outline lightly before she covered it completely with her lips and began to suck at urgently. 

I saw the redhead’s hand drift downwards to the orange fur between her own legs. She slid her thighs wide apart and slid two fingers between her pussy lips then proceeded to stroke herself in slow even movements. The brunette sensed her captive’s growing need for stimulation and took her mouth away from the girl’s nipple. She licked lightly at the valley between the redhead’s breasts then dragged her tongue down across her fair skin, pausing to lap at her navel, then proceeding on towards her mons. The redhead arched her back in anticipation, but my eyes were distracted by the brunette's ass, which was by then jutting up invitingly in the air. Her buttocks were wantonly spread, her pussy lips gaped open and I could see that her cunt was swollen from use yet was still dripping wet.

The brunette bent forward and buried her face between the redhead’s thighs where she began lapping at the nectar within. I felt the heat rise between my own legs and I began to think that such delicious assets deserved to be enjoyed as much as the brunette was enjoying the redhead. No sooner had the thought entered my head, a blonde haired boy, who could hardly be any older than seventeen, knelt behind the brunette, slammed his cock into her cunt and began pumping furiously. Both women began to moan, and I shifted in Daniel’s lap, sure that my increasing wetness would soon spread to the fabric of his trousers.

As if in response to my silent thoughts, Daniel slid his hand up under my skirt seeking out my sex. I’m sure he was delighted to discover my omission of panties. I shifted a little on his knee, moving my thighs apart slightly as he found my slit and drove his fingers between to feel the moisture that had begun to gather there. I turned to look at him. His eyes beckoned me to a kiss, so I bent my head and pressed my lips against his, quickly responding when his tongue searched insistently in my mouth. Daniel began to move his fingers within me as he kissed me, massaging my sex, awakening my senses, slowly setting my body on fire. His kiss became more intense; he slid his hand up the back of my shirt, stroking my skin with a light caress. I was like a doll on his lap, his to do with as he pleased. I loved being with him like that. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Daniel completed his kiss and drew his lips away from mine. He extracted his soaking wet fingers from between my legs then raised them to my lips. 

“Open,” Daniel said softly and I obeyed, allowing to slide his fingers into my mouth. I closed my lips around them and sucked them clean of my own juices. “Good girl,” Daniel praised me, and my heart was instantly filled with love at the thought of having pleased him with so simple a gesture.

Daniel removed his fingers from my mouth and lightly tapped me on the knee. I took it as a signal that it was time to move on. I glanced back at the trio on the edge of the rug and was warmed to find the two girls and the young boy entwined in a tender embrace, each having been satisfied by the other two. Daniel urged me to stand and rose from the ottoman taking me by the hand again. He led me around the rug where it was quickly becoming impossible to see where one body began and another ended. We walked over to a dark corner of the room and Daniel swung me around into a secluded alcove then pushed me against the velvet-covered wall.

"Why here?" I ask him, surprised he didn’t want to join the others.

"I don't want to share you tonight," Daniel said, and began unbuttoning my black silk blouse. He peeled it away from my naked breasts and immediately cupped them both with his hands. I reached down and grasped the hem of my skirt, then gathered it up and tucked it into the waistband, leaving my thighs uncovered and my nether regions free to receive Daniel’s attentions. Then I unzipped Daniel’s trousers and reached inside his shorts to free his cock, delighted that it was hard and ready for action. Daniel leaned his hips against mine and placed a passionate kiss on my mouth. I loved the way he kissed – his lips taut but not hard as they undulated against mine, his tongue searching the cavity of my mouth then connecting with my own tongue, licking, lapping, intertwining, darting in and out almost as if he were fucking my face. 

Daniel leaned back a little and placed his right hand between my legs, stroking the soft skin at the top of my thighs left bare above my stockings. I looked into his eyes and grabbed his penis as he slipped his fingers between my pussy lips and slid them into my dripping wet cunt. Daniel gripped me there momentarily, then removed them again and slid them, glistening and moist, onto my clit. I wound my left leg around his waist and attempted to pull him close.

"Nah-uh!" Daniel said, shaking his head. "Save it for when we get home."

So we stood there in the alcove, secluded, yet somehow still connected to the seething room full of people just metres away, and began to masturbate each other together. Daniel’s cock was hot and hard, so I wasted no time getting into a good rhythm with my stroking. His fingers pressed against my clit using little circular motions to encourage the blood to rush there. He rested his lips on mine but did not kiss me. He pressed his forehead against mine and surrendered to me as much as I felt myself surrendering to him. I rose up on my toes and drew myself away from Daniel slightly as I began to feel myself come.

"Oh fuck," Daniel whispered and I knew his ejaculation was near. I slowed my strokes a little to hold him back and let him make me come first. My orgasm rocked me and left me utterly weak in the knees, yet I kept my focus on Daniel, quickening my strokes again, listening to his breathing as he began to come. I dropped to my knees and buried his cock in my mouth just as the cum began to spurt out ­ it was the most tidy way I could think of to dispose of his seed. I paused, as Daniel’s climax subsided and sucked lightly until his cock stopped throbbing in my mouth.

I leaned back, took a moment, then swallowed and stood up. Daniel pulled my skirt free from my waistband where it was still tucked and smoothed it down over my ass. I buttoned my shirt again, then allowed Daniel to take my hand and we turned to go.



Loving Daniel Ch. 06



Loving Daniel Ch.06 - Soixante Neuf

Daniel and I were at my house for a video night one weekend. He had shown me his favourite erotic film, Bodyheat, and I'd reciprocated by showing him mine, Breathless. We were lying in each other’s arms on the sofa as the credits rolled when I turned to Daniel and said, "I'm so fucking horny right now, D."

"Well do something about it," he replied. He didn’t even bat an eyelid so I leapt at him, dragging his shirt off over his head, tearing my own shirt off and pressing my breasts against his naked chest. I covered his mouth with my lips and began to kiss him insistently as I tugged at his belt and trousers, then pushed him to the floor so I could pull them off him completely. I tossed Daniel’s pants back on the sofa, dragged my own trousers and underwear off, flicked them aside then looked down at Daniel.

"Sit on my face," he said to me, grinning, so I nodded in agreement. But to Daniel’s surprise, I slung my right leg over his torso, doing an about face, and knelt on all fours over his body, my ass hovering somewhere above his gaze. I teased him, pushing my ass high and out of reach as I leaned forward and ran my tongue down the length of his flaccid dick. It twitched under my tongue’s touch and began to rise.

"Shall I kiss it again?" I said to Daniel over my shoulder. He maneuvered his right arm out from under me and above his head then struck me on the right buttock with a cold hard slap. "Ow!" I shout and scowled back at him.

"Brazen hussy!" he said, laughing. I bent my knees a little and lowered my ass back down towards his face. Daniel cupped my ass cheeks with his hands and made me pause in my descent while he inspected my ass. He spread my cheeks with the thumb and fingers of his left hand, then drove his right index finger past the tight outer ring and deep within my rectum.

"Ergh!" I muttered and tossed my head back, closing my eyes, holding my breath and willing my muscles to relax. But he was only exploring; Daniel withdrew his finger and placed his hands on the smooth white globes of my ass again. I lowered myself a little more, and he took a gentle bite at each cheek, then guided me backwards until my sex was right above his face.

I returned my attention to Daniel’s crotch and was delighted to be greeted by his member, now standing fully erect. My heavy breasts hung down towards Daniel’s belly as I touched my lips to the tip of his cock.

"Suck it!" he instructed, and I complied, but with the head only. I puckered my lips and began to suck gently, drawing the glans into my mouth, tickling it with my tongue, then pushing it out again. Daniel groaned then grasped my hips and slammed my cunt onto his face, burying his tongue within the moist pink flesh. I grunted as he began to work with widespread licks up and down the length of my trench. I dropped my mouth right over the head of his penis then and began to work my lips up and down the length of the shaft.

Daniel dragged my hips back and clasped my clit with his lips, so I lowered my torso completely onto his, my thighs positioned on either side of his head, his nose buried in the outer edges of my snatch. My breasts pressed against Daniel’s abdomen as I continued to work on his cock. I grasped his left thigh with my left arm, and reached over his right leg to cup my hand around his balls. I massaged them lightly as I continued to suck, then rested them in a gentle grip as I began to squeeze them in rhythm with Daniel’s licks against my clit.

We continued like that for sometime, our bodies locked together, rocking backwards and forwards on the floor, stroking each other's sex, enjoying the comfortable way we fitted together. When I felt a twingeing sensation build between my legs I realised I was about to come. I held my pelvis still, allowing Daniel to whip my clit with his tongue. I kept working on his cock and was taken by surprise when suddenly my mouth was filled with Daniel’s warm, salty cum. I paused there, my mouth almost overflowing with saliva, cum and cock, while I closed my eyes and focused on my clit until it finally contracted, causing me to come on Daniel’s face.

I wanted to cry out in pleasure, but my mouth was otherwise occupied. So I neatly slid my lips back up the shaft of Daniel’s cock, over the head, then closed my mouth and swallowed. My mouth burst open, gasping for air.

"Oh God that was good, D," I said. And when Daniel didn't reply, I realised it was because his face was still buried in my cunt. I raised my hips and rolled onto my left side on the floor beside him.

"I quite agree," Daniel said at last, and when I looked over at him, I noticed a glistening white drop of juice on the tip of his nose. I turned around, leaned over him and licked it off.



Loving Daniel Ch. 07



I arrived at Daniel’s house late one Wednesday night, having been out to yet another ridiculous FastDate dinner. Exasperated by the low quality of men at the function, I flopped down on Daniel’s sofa, allowing my skirt to ride high up my thighs. I cast a beseeching look Daniel’s way; his eyes were already feasting on the soft flesh between my legs, seductively capped by a pair of almost sheer red lace panties, the dark shadow of my neatly trimmed muff lying in wait beneath.

"Let’s have some fun, Daniel," I said, titling my head to one side in silent invitation. I'd had a few glasses of champagne to drink at the dinner and I was feeling like a bit of a laugh that night. 

"Okay," Daniel said in a matter of fact tone. "I've got just the thing for giggling girls who’ve drunk too many bubbles." Daniel rose from his seat and headed to his bedroom where I heard him open and close drawers, swing cupboard doors open and shut them again. I couldn’t help grinning – I expected Daniel had something quite silly in store for me. He returned moments later with a pair of soft cuffs and a long red ostrich feather with a very thick, fluffy plume. Daniel scooped me up off the sofa, planted me on my feet and spun me around to fasten my hands behind my back with the cuffs. 

"Kneel down," he said, so I kneeled before him on the lounge room rug. Daniel bent down behind me, collected the hem of my skirt in his hands, then raised its length to tuck the folds of fabric under the low slung belt I had wrapped around my hips. I wiggled my bottom at him a little so that my buttocks teased him from within their panty-prison. Daniel took the feather between his thumb and fore finger and lightly teased the backs of my knees with its flossy tip. I wiggled my bottom at him again and suddenly the feather was gone as Daniel gripped the side of my panties and dragged them down to my knees. I swayed under his sudden movement but managed not to lose my balance.

Daniel stood at my left side, positioned his knee at my shoulder then reached over me to deliver two sharp smacks to each of my buttocks. 

“Ow!” I squeaked, hiccuping at the same time. 

“Don’t ever waste your time at one of those ridiculous dinners again,” Daniel said quite sternly, and I instantly felt myself sober up. He moved behind me again, placed his hand between my shoulders and gently pushed me forward so that my head touched the floor, suspending me on the downward bend of a traditional Chinese kow-tow. He scooped me off the floor with his left arm and deftly hooked my panties from above my knees, off over my feet, then placed my knees back on the floor again. I was now free to spread my thighs a little wider apart to achieve a more symetrical – and comfortable – balance. I began to giggle in my precarious position.

"This is really uncomfortable, Daniel" I mumbled between giggles.

"Looks good from here," Daniel said as he pulled up a chair at my rear and sat himself in it. I imagined how my sex must have looked to Daniel then, my nether lips delicately parted, the pink folds within glistening, coated with the nectar flowing from my burning snatch; the dark flower of my ass pointed straight at him, puckering, twitching involuntarily; my buttocks wantonly spread, their white flesh turned a peachy-pink from his slaps. Daniel collected the feather from where he’d abandoned it on the floor and began to swish it along the crevice between my ass-cheeks, flicking it, turning it, dragging it, tickling until I couldn’t help but shudder at the sweetness of the caress. Daniel laughed softly, but lowered the plume of the feather to connect with the moistened flesh around the opening of my cunt. The sensation was light, yet tantalizing, and I clenched my ass cheeks together to resist the temptation to sway away from the feather's touch. Daniel continued teasing with the feather a few moments longer then suddenly I felt his thumb press against my anus and drive past the tight outer ring and into my rectum.

"Daniel!" I cried from my prone position. He soothed me, massaging his right palm against my buttocks.

"Just relax," he said quietly and drew his thumb out again, replacing it with his tongue.

"That's better" I moaned, pushing my ass against Daniel’s face, enjoying the warm, wet way he began licking at the soft flesh within. Had my hands not been cuffed, I would have grasped my buttocks and pried them further apart to give him greater access. He removed his right hand from my fleshy ass-cheek and shoved his index and middle fingers up my glistening wet pussy, curling them slightly then turning them in my orifice, conducting a thorough digital inspection. I moaned at his touch. He began sliding his fingers back and forth in my channel, making a squelching sound every time he buried them again.

"Look what you've done," I giggled. "You've made me so wet!" Daniel said nothing because his tongue was still deep within my ass. I pushed against his mouth again just as he extracted his fingers from my pussy and slid them along my labia to find the throbbing bud that my clit had become. Daniel slipped his tongue from my anus and I groaned loudly against the rug as he transferred his attentions to my cunt. His nose rubbed up against my anus as he began sucking, slurping, collecting the clear juices lying in wait around the opening. He pushed his tongue inside my vagina and lapped at the moisture there, his lips closing around the hole, his face finally utterly buried.

My hamstrings began to cease up from being over extended for so long; the weight of my body against my head caused the muscles in my neck and shoulders to spasm. I was uncertain how much longer I could hold my pose.

"Hurry Daniel," I moaned, hoping he would soon turn his attention to my clit. He released his hold on my cunt and licked my labia as he slid his tongue downward to the hardened little bud beneath. Daniel’s nose nestled in the cavity vacated by his tongue as his lips pressed around my reddened clitoris, then tightened as he begin to suck. He flicked at the tender flesh with his tongue and at last I began feel my climax begin to rise. I bucked my body against his head, driven mad by the way he’d latched his lips onto my nether regions and continued to work me over. Daniel grabbed my hips with his hands and held my cunt steady against his face as he continued to suck and lick relentlessly until finally I came hard against him, my juices overflowing out of my cunt and drenching his face.



Loving Daniel Ch. 08



Loving Daniel Ch.08 – Girl’s Night In

It was a Friday night and I had told Daniel I couldn't see him that night because I was entertaining a girlfriend from work. She and I had begun to share our secrets with each other in emails while we toiled at our jobs and had been delighted to discover our bond of friendship had grown stronger in the process. We decided to hang out at my place for a night, watch videos, drink wine, snack on blue Brie and wafers, and basically overdose ourselves on girlie gossip. Daniel agreed to leave us to ourselves; he knew what I was like when I got talking with my girls.

Shereen and I chose typically girlie flicks to watch. I slipped When Night Is Falling in amongst the selection because it included a raunchy yet really tasteful lesbian love scene. The film itself was such a beautiful love story; Shereen and I got to talking when it was over about the differences between men and women.

Shereen was ten years younger than I was. She was a voluptuous girl, like me, with an even bigger bustline. Her family background was Egyptian; she had almond shaped eyes the colour of ink, long dark hair that extended half way down her back, and hips that were born to belly dance. I secretly lusted after Shereen at work long before I ever made friends with her. That night I discreetly turned the conversation towards the idea of sex with women, and she did not balk at the subject.

"So have you ever kissed a woman?" I asked Shereen inquisitively.

"No," she replied. "Have you?"

"No," I said, suddenly going all coy. "But I'd like to kiss you..." I looked up at her face and saw she was smiling.

"So why don't you?" she said, and I was shocked by her willingness, but delighted all the same. I crawled across the carpet to her on all fours then leaned in close and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. A zap of electricity passed through my body, so I sat back on my heels to catch my breath. 

"Nice," Shereen said. "But that's not really the kind of kiss I had in mind." She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my mouth. I automatically parted my lips and was ecstatic when her tongue connected with mine. It was a kiss like none I'd ever experienced before; soft and sweet yet searching and insistent. I gave in to temptation and reached forward with my hand to cup her right breast. Shereen dragged herself closer to me to facilitate the caress, never taking her mouth off mine, never relenting in her inspection of my tongue.

Her breast was firm under my touch and more than amply filled my hand. Suddenly I was obsessed with the idea of getting my palm on her bare skin, so I slid my hand up the back of her shirt, deftly unclasped her bra, then grasped her breast with my hand again. She groaned against me as I found her nipple, pinched it between my thumb and finger, teasing it until it stood erect. Shereen stopped kissing me, leaned back and took her shirt and bra off completely. Under the dim light of my lounge lamp I feasted my eyes on her beautiful tits. Her skin was a dark olive; the areolas were deep crimson, and I could see each breast was lightly decorated with fine lines that I recognised as stretch marks. I ran my fingers lightly over them, tracing their paths across the tops of her breasts, trailing my fingers upwards to the soft skin of her neck.

"I have those too," I said, and peeled my own shirt and bra off to show her. Shereen leaned forward, placed her left hand on my right shoulder and pushed me backward to the floor. She straddled my hips then bent to enclose my right nipple in her mouth. The skin of her face was soft against my breast, and I delighted at the way she tickled and teased my nipple before she sank her teeth into it, making me squeal with pleasure. I took her face between my hands and raised it to meet mine, then wrapped my arms around her shoulders and drew her into a passionate embrace. It was strange feeling her breasts pressed against mine, her nipples as equally erect as they connected with my skin. Shereen drove her tongue deep into my mouth, then removed it and began to nibble on my neck. My loins began to burn hotly and as she sucked on my earlobe I whispered, "Come to bed." Shereen said nothing. She simply rose from the floor, extended her hand towards me, helped me up, then let me lead her to my room.

I didn't bother to turn the lamp on, but I did light the collection of candles on my bedside table and bookshelf to cast a golden glow across Shereen's skin. She unbuttoned her Levi's and dropped them to the floor. She stood in the middle of my room wearing nothing but a white satin g-string. I unzipped my own jeans and pushed them to the floor, leaving myself standing in my red lace panties, the ones Daniel liked so much. Shereen seated herself on my bed and slid back to lean against my satin pillows. I crawled on all fours from the bed end over to her and kissed her again on the lips. She bent her knees outwards and let her legs fall to the sides onto the duvet. I seated myself between her thighs and immediately dipped my lips to her breasts again. I cupped the left one with my left hand and began to squeez it as I suckled the right. Shereen sighed under my touch encouraging me to bite her nipple lightly, roll it between my teeth, flick at it with my tongue, encircle it with saliva. Suddenly I had an idea. I left the bed and went over to my tall boy. I opened the top drawer, fished around amongst my lingerie and pulled out my nipple clamps. I closed the drawer and turned to Shereen.

"Would you like to try these?" I asked, showing her the silver clamps and chain dangling from my hand. Her eyes widened, but she nodded and I was exceedingly delighted that she would permit the addition of light equipment. I returned to the bed and pinched her right nipple between my thumb and forefingers, pulling it dramatically to extend the purple flesh. I squeezed open one of the nipple clamps, positioned it around her nipple, then closed the clamp. I wore those clamps myself so I knew their effect; I checked Shereen's face and noticed she was grimacing a little as the colour of her nipple darkened and the blood began to collect around the clamp. "Okay?" I asked, a little concerned. 

"It's good," she gasped, so I ran my hand along the length of the silver chain and picked up the other clamp. I pinched her left nipple and extended it out, positioned the clamp and let it close. Shereen grimaced again but let out a sigh of pleasure. I sat back and admired my handy work for a moment. She looked ravishing with the little chain connecting her voluminous breasts together like that. I lay down beside Shereen, slipped my left arm under her shoulders, draped my right leg over her left, and as I began to kiss her fervently on the mouth, I tugged at the chain with my right hand. She groaned at the increased pressure and squirmed a little in my embrace, so I let the chain go and rested my hand on her belly.

I felt Shereen relax as I drew circles on her skin with my fingertips, so I let my hand drift south and slip under the front of her g-string. I was surprised to feel she was so trim ­ virtually hairless. I grabbed her g-string and dragged it downwards, bending my leg up to hook it with my toes and flick it off over her ankles. I snaked my right leg around her left again, and rested my fingers against her slit, continuing to kiss her as I began to caress her.

I could have lost myself in that kiss. Instead I remembered where my fingers were and slipped them between Shereen’s pussy lips to discover she was soaking wet. 

“Oh my,” I marveled as I slid my fingers up and down her wetness, touching, feeling, detecting her shape, mentally determining how much she was just like me. I found the opening to her snatch and slid my index finger in, wiggling it a little, getting a sense of her inside and out. I withdrew my finger then paired it with my middle finger, driving both of them forward again, right down to the last knuckle. I curled my fingers within her and pressed on the fore wall of her box. She raised her hips a little in response to my digital penetration so I took my mouth away from hers and concentrated on what I was doing with my hand.

I released Shereen from my embrace and kneeled between her legs. They were spread wide apart and her sex was completely open to me. Her labia were a darker pink than my own, but they were neat in their repose. Shereen reached down to her mons and drew the flesh back, showing me her engorged clit.

"Put your tongue on me," she said breathlessly, and I shook my head.

"Not yet, baby," I said and drew my fingers out of her cunt again. They were coated in her juices so I rubbed my ring finger up against the middle one to moisten it before I slid all three fingers back into her cunt again. She groaned at the sensation, as I began to slide them in and out as gently as I could, sensitive to her pleasure, wanting her to enjoy my attentions as much as I was enjoying giving them. In a moment of inspiration I added my little finger to the configuration and twisted my hand so my palm faced upwards positioning my thumb to apply pressure to her clit with each insertion. My administrations were slow so I knew there was no chance of her coming that way -- I wanted to save that delightful task for my tongue. My hand was completely coated with her juices by then so I withdrew my finger, bent my thumb into my palm, then slid my whole fist into Shereen's cunt. It jammed at the width of my knuckles, and she instinctively pushed down with her pelvis as, astounded, I watched my entire hand disappear within. I was awestruck by Shereen’s complete submission to me. She permitted me to possess her entirely with this dominant act of penetration, and I was acutely aware of the fact that it was a privilege to be given complete control over her body like that. My heart overflowed with affection for Shereen in that moment.

"Oh Shereen!" I said and slowly began to slide my fist in and out, marveling at the fact that I was the one doing the fist fucking for a change. The ideal of the role reversal was so erotic, I felt myself begin to burn uncontrollably between my own legs. I reached my left hand down and tweaked my clit, encouraging it to wait. Shereen was groaning with each slow thrust and I watched as her body molded and re-molded itself around my hand.

Finally I decided she had been fist fucked enough. I drew my hand out, extended my legs out straight behind me, and positioned myself on my belly between Shereen's legs. Her vagina was totally agape as I peered at the dark red cavern within. She squirmed on the bed, wiggling her hips, silently demanding I return my attention to the task at hand. I slid my tongue into the wide-open hole and collected some of the nectar there, then transferred it to the red nub waiting above. Shereen drew her knees up to her chest when my tongue connected with her clit. I flattened it and began to make widespread licks around the area, then formed it into a hard point and tickled her engorged bud, encouraging it to excitement, stirring it to a frenzy of passion. I closed my lips around its circumference and sucked a little to see how Shereen would react. She took her knees with her hands and held them back further, completely opening her sex to me, beckoning me to continue on. So I moved my face right into her cunt and allowed my lips and tongue to go to work.

I had been sucking, licking, massaging, pulling for what seemed like only a few minutes, when I suddenly became aware that Shereen had begun to pant above me. I slid a finger into her used snatch and felt the muscles within contracting and releasing so I sucked her clit harder, tantalizing it with the tip of my tongue, and almost drawing back in shock when Shereen slammed her hips up against my face and began to shudder uncontrollably. I collected my senses and managed to maintain contact between my tongue and her clit, urging her on to a complete and devastating orgasm, rejoicing inside at having been able to satisfy her like that. At last when Shereen’s tremors subsided, I took my tongue and lips away from her swollen, reddened sex and rested myself on my elbows to look up at her face.

"You've done that before," she said to me in an accusatory tone.

"Indeed I have not," I replied, laughing. "But when you're ready, I'll be happy to do it again." 



Loving Daniel Ch. 09



Loving Daniel Ch.09 – Sunday Morning

It was early on Sunday morning and I was slow to wake up. I became aware of the sun streaming through my bedroom window before I even opened my eyes. I squeezed them shut, wanting to hold off the day for just few precious moments longer. In my mind’s eye I conjured images of the previous night's lovemaking with Daniel -- he had been like a demon, possessing my body again and again; our lovemaking was always feverish, but I couldn’t remember the last time he had been so driven, so wild, so passionate. The top sheet had been kicked aside. I stretched on the cool bottom sheet, cat-like as I remembered his kisses, his stroking, his thrusts, smiling and feeling well satiated but more than a little exhausted.

I was lying on my back, my head against the soft pillow. My hips were twisted to the right and my left leg was crooked and draped over to touch the bed. I felt comfortable like that, the air flowing freely around my swollen sex, now in repose and freed from Daniel’s demanding cock which had occupied it over and over just hours ago in the darkness. I stretched out my right arm, searching for Daniel’s form in the bed, and slowly opened my eyes when I discovered his pillow was cold and he was gone. I scraped my tangled hair away from my face and raised my head a little, looked around the room, then relaxed when I saw Daniel seated in the armchair at the end of my bed.

"Good morning," I said to him, smiling.

"A very good morning from this angle," Daniel replied, and his eyes drifted from my face down to the exposed area between my legs. Immediately I felt the embers rekindled between my thighs, and wondered if Daniel could tell that my nether lips were moist in anticipation of his attention, his tender touch.

"Ahhhh. You're enjoying the view then?" I inquired smugly.

"Just appreciating what is mine," Daniel replied, raising himself from the chair. He was wearing the black satin robe I had bought for him and kept at my apartment specifically for the occasions when he visited. It fell open at the front to reveal Daniel’s cock, stiff, swollen, standing to attention and ready for action. "God you turn me on, " he said affectionately. “Do you know how fine you are to me?” he questioned as he mounted the bed and crawled on his hands and knees over to where I where I was lying. I didn’t move. I never took my eyes off his; I just smiled in response, my heart filled with adoration for the man who satisfied me more than any other lover ever had. Daniel leaned over, placed a hand either side of me on the bed and kissed me gently on the lips. But his kiss was quick; he wanted to possess me again. Despite this knowledge, I looked up at him from my pillow and said, "It’s time for breakfast," deliberately toying with him.

Daniel shrugged the robe from his shoulders and rested his left hand on my upturned thigh. He moved between my crossed legs, dragging my right leg straight under the bent left one, pushing the back of my left knee to reveal my sex to him further, leaving it utterly exposed and flooded with nectar in welcome. Daniel moved closer, grasped the shaft of his hot hard cock, wiped it up and down the length of my twisted trench several times, then searched for my socket. Placing the purple head of his penis against the opening, he plunged himself within, and I groaned at the sensation, a mixture of pain from our exertions last night, and pleasure because I always like to receive Daniel no matter what. I lifted my left leg a little under his slow and gentle thrusts, so he cupped my knee with his left hand. I allowed him to take the weight of my leg; I knew his grip would tighten on it shortly.

There was not a lot for me to do in that position, so I turned my left shoulder back towards the pillow and pressed it flat against the bed, wanting to provide Daniel with a full view of my breasts as they jiggled rhythmically each time he drove forward and pulled back. I raised my hands to my nipples and began to twist and pinch them with my fingertips, even though they remained overly sensitive from the biting Daniel had given them last night.

Daniel’s hips began to move faster then, so I surrendered myself to the delicious sensation of his cock delving deep within my cunt, my muscles clamping tight as his glans rubbed the sensitive spot at the front of my pelvic wall. A shiver of pleasure began to over take me, and my shoulders shuddered uncontrollably in response.

"I'm going to come soon, " I murmured breathlessly, and Daniel immediately increased his thrusts to keep pace with my approaching climax. My clitoris began to throb from being grazed relentlessly against the shaft of Daniel’s cock, and as I gazed up at him, I noticed a fine layer of sweat had broken out all over his body. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open and his head was tilted back, his hair had tumbled forward and was partially stuck in the sweat that covered his forehead. His thighs slapped against my left buttock furiously and suddenly I was overcome with a shuddering orgasm that had me cry out at the top of my lungs. Daniel delivered a series of quick little shots and one final thrust then ejaculated, collapsing on top of me and becoming entangled amongst my legs.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his damp brow.

"Thank you," I said, my chest still heaving for breath under the weight of his torso.

"No. Thank you," he replied gazing into my eyes then turning his head resting his cheek in the soft valley between my breasts.



Loving Daniel Ch.10



Loving Daniel Ch.10 – Ship To Shore

It was mid summer and Daniel and I were on board a private launch floating on the Mediterranean. Daniel had managed to find a break in his hectic schedule and suggested a quick getaway. I had thought he meant to the mountains or something a little more local. Imagine my surprise when he presented me with first class tickets to Greece, where we then were driven by limousine to the marina where our launch awaited. 

We’d been on the boat for three days already. Each day was more idyllic than the one before. Daniel and I had never spent that amount of time in each other’s company, and I was quite pleased at how well we were getting along with each other – and how much loving making we were managing to squeeze into each day. Sunday was a hot day, but not too unbearable. The air was dry but cool, while the sun was warm against our skin. We’d spent the afternoon skinny-dipping in the azure sea. The clarity of the water was astounding; the sand on the ocean bed was entirely white making the sea seem like one big luscious swimming pool. There as no one on the boat except the crew – and they were being paid enough to mind their own business whenever Daniel and I chose to indulge in a little mature adult fun.

I was floating on my back, my arms and legs wafting in the water, my face upturned to the sun, my hair drifting like a halo around my head. Daniel swam over to me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing my torso to float at an angle to his upright body. My breasts emerged just above the water, like two round islands lapped on all sides by the loving ocean, my puckered nipples warming a little under the kiss of the sun’s rays.

"Let’s get back onboard," Daniel said to me as he casually trod water.

"Mmm, Daniel. Not yet. Can’t I have a little more sun, please?" I purred, not wanting to give up the glorious feeling of being naked in the water.

"You can swim again tomorrow," Daniel said, unwrapping my legs from around his waist and pushing them down into the water so that I came immediately upright. He caught me by an outstretched arm, spun me in the water and pushed me towards the ladder at the back of the boat. I surrendered because I knew he probably wanted a fuck, and being fucked by Daniel was far more fun than swimming in any ocean. I grasped the sides of the ladder and hooked my foot on the bottom rung. I decided to make a show of my exit from the water, just to tease Daniel and prolong his growing desire to get his hands on my derriere. I leaned back in a dramatic arch, dipped my hair in the sea then hauled myself up again and paused to let the salt water cascade down my body. Daniel’s eyes devoured my brown back and buttocks. I cheekily pushed my ass out towards him so he could catch a glimpse of my wet pussy lips, glistening in the salt water and sparkling sun, then began to climb the ladder taking each step very slowly, inching my feet out to the sides of the steps as I went. On the top rung, my legs were spread wide. I turned and looked back over my shoulder at Daniel. He was already at the bottom of the ladder, looking directly up at my crack and cunt. I bent forward, giving him a better view, giggling as I did.

“Ouch!” I shouted, when moments later Daniel’s wet palm landed on my backside delivering an intensely sharp smack. I straightened up and stepped over the edge of the boat and onto the shiny wooden deck. Daniel was quick to follow behind me. I made sure I was waiting for him with a fluffy white towel to dry his taut body. I didn’t bother to get a towel for myself – I remained on deck completely naked, dripping wet, goose bumps appearing on my now chilled skin, my nipples standing erect, the areolas contracting in agreement. I handed Daniel his towel; he wrapped it around his waist then took me by the hand and led me below deck to our cabin. He quietly closed the door behind us, then dropped his towel, his penis surprisingly already erect.

"I've been thinking about your mouth all day," Daniel said to me. "Get on your knees." I demurred momentarily, then bent my knees and placed them on the floor to kneel before him on his discarded towel. Daniel stroked my wet hair and face, then slid his hand gently to the back of my head and held it there. I took my cue from him and leaned forward to collect his cock with my mouth. Daniel pushed his hips forward, I clasped my hands behind my back and slid my lips over the sculpted glans, down the shaft to the base. Daniel drew his hips back slowly, extracting his turgid penis from my mouth, stopping just before the glans slipped from between my lips, and let it rest there a moment.

"That's good," he whispered as he gripped the shaft down low near the base. I knew he was already close to the edge of his passion, but wanted to fully enjoy me in this position of subservience. Daniel began to stroke himself slowly so I shifted on my knees and settled myself for a long session. But I didn't mind. As much as being on my knees was completely about Daniel’s satisfaction, I knew he would tend to my own pleasure later - he never let me go without. 

I increased the pressure of my lips around the head of Daniel’s cock - I didn't want it to slip out as he stroked. I touched the tip of my tongue to the tiny hole at the top of the head and flicked at it, teasing him, testing to see exactly where he was at. I opened my eyes and looked up at Daniel’s face to discover he was looking directly back at me, his cheeks a little flushed, his eyes hooded, his lips slightly parted as he breathed through his mouth. Daniel smoothed my hair with his left hand, then caressed my cheek tenderly and at once I was filled with adoration for him. I began to suck on his glans a little more vigorously hoping to intensify his pleasure.

Daniel’s strokes increased in pace so I opened my mouth, tilted my head back and fully extended my tongue, maintaining contact with his cock, allowing its under side to rest on my tongue like a feast on a platter. Pre-cum oozed from the end and the friction from Daniel’s stroking inadvertently flicked the clear fluid from my tongue to my face. I closed my mouth around the head again and licked it clean then swallowed. I looked up at Daniel again and saw his eyes were still on my face - I remembered he told me once how seeing me like that excited him no end. I puckered my lips, released the glans a little, then sucked it back within my wet mouth and continued as before.

"Oh God you're a fucking tease," Daniel whispered hoarsely, his hand beginning to slid up and down the length of his cock at a much faster rate. His hips were swaying as he stroked and he began to thrust them at me in time with his strokes. A moan escaped my lips as I closed my eyes and continued to suck and lick and suck and lick. It was then that I felt my mouth fill with the warm salty taste of Daniel’s cum, so I paused, his pulsating penis buried in my mouth, I took it all in. I looked up at Daniel again, noting that his eyes were closed, his mouth had dropped open and his smooth, almost hairless chest was covered with a thin layer of perspiration. When Daniel took his hand off the shaft of his penis I judged that he must have been done. I sucked the head of his cock one more time, then let it slip from my mouth and swallowed his cum.

Daniel stroked my head lovingly and gazed down at me, his spent penis now pointing towards the floor. 

“You like it when I come in your mouth, don’t you?” Daniel stated and I knew his question was rhetorical – he and I both knew what he was saying was unquestionably true. “Still, I don’t always need you to do that. Sometimes I want us both to watch me come.”

I nodded in acknowledgement then wrapped my arms around Daniel’s hips and clasped his clammy cock to my cheek, pressing my breasts against his knees. His hand still rested on my hair as I paused for a moment to draw in his musky scent. It was not his usual scent – that day it was mixed with salt and sand, signs of the pleasure we had taken in the sea that surrounded us. I released him from my hold and rested my buttocks back on my haunches. Daniel offered me both his hands and I clasped them with my own as his helped me to my feet. He gathered me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me, still gripping my hands in his, bending my arms behind my back. I tilted my chin up towards his face and his lips fell onto mine as I opened my mouth to receive his searching tongue. Daniel’s arms tightened around my body as his kiss became more passionate, more insistent. His cock began to stiffen against my belly so I wriggled one of my hands free to clasp it tight as if it were a handle, directly connected to his soul.

I broke free from Daniel’s kiss and motioned with my eyes towards the polished wooden table in our cabin. It was fastened to the floor against the wall under a porthole with banquettes on either side. I collected a pillow from the bed, approached the table and bent over it, positioning the pillow beneath my hips. I wanted Daniel to fuck me hard but I didn’t wish to sport any bruises when we were spending so much time without clothes.

Daniel stepped up close behind me and nudged my legs apart with his feet. They were spread impossibly wide and I had to rise to my tiptoes to maintain my balance. I heard a wet squirt behind me then gasped when I felt the cold gel on Daniel’s fingers as he pried my anus open and lubricated me within. I hadn’t planned on being fucked that way, but since we had thrown all caution to the wind on our vacation, I didn’t object to his preparations. I felt the tip of Daniel’s penis nudge at the tight opening of my rear orifice. I wanted to brace myself for the assault, but I knew tensing every muscle in my body would only make the penetration more painful. So I willed myself to relax, pushing my hips towards Daniel in silent offering.

He launched forwards, sliding his hard cock ever so slowly up my passage. I couldn’t help it – I gasped, sucking a sharp snatch of air in between clenched teeth.

“Shhh,” Daniel murmured gently and stroked my right buttock with his hand. I relaxed again as he pushed further, exploring the cavity I so rarely granted him access to. I lay my belly and breasts along the cold surface of the lacquered table top, placing my hands level with my shoulders, turning my face to rest on my left cheek. I closed my eyes and allowed my senses to thrill at the way Daniel’s cock completely filled my ass. The pain was simply exquisite.

“Okay,” I said quietly and Daniel continued to smooth my ass-cheek as he slowly withdrew his rigid penis, which was by then thoroughly coated with the lube he’d applied to my anus. Daniel paused, then pushed forward again and I turned my head towards the table because I didn’t want him to see my face contort in pain.

“Erff,” I grunted when his hips bump against my buttocks. Daniel slid both his hands up the length of my back and slipped them under my torso to clasp my breasts. He leaned along the length of my body, and placed his lips next to my right ear.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered conspiratorially. I shook my head ever so slightly, granting permission for him to continue. He straightened up again, gripped each of my hips in his fists then began to pump on my ass like there was no tomorrow. Every thrust caused white stars to dance before my eyes, my hips banging against the edge of the table, the pillow the only protection between my tender skin and certain damage. My sweaty palms had suctioned to the table and provided me with the only resistance I had against the force of Daniel’s thrusts.

I began to grunt uncontrollably and I lifted my head to look out the porthole, catching a brief glimpse of a deckhand wandering past. My groans were so loud and guttural, I was convinced he had been loitering at the window, enjoying the sounds of our lovemaking, getting a cheap thrill at our expense. The thought turned me on even more and I was suddenly aware of my clit, burning like wildfire between my legs, unattended, with no hope of relief in sight just yet.

Finally Daniel shoved his cock up my ass in one last almighty thrust and cried out as his climax overtook his body and he deposited his spunk deep within my passage. I realised I’d been holding my breath the whole time so I released a long, heavy sigh, a little whimper escaping from my lips as I did. As numb as my anus was from Daniel’s violation, I could still feel the throbbing of his cock as the final waves of his orgasm subsided and his body realised he was fully spent. Daniel stepped back to allow his cock to slide out of my anus. 

“Oh, God,” I said without thinking, blinking repeatedly in an effort to clear the stars still dancing before my eyes. “What are you going to do for me now?”

“What do you mean?” Daniel teased. I raised myself from the table and turned to look at him, the movement causing me to scrape my ass against the table edge. I winced in pain and immediately regretted that he saw that look pass across my face. Daniel wandered over to the bed and flopped down on it, resting his head on the pillows, his hand nestled smugly behind his neck. “Come here,” he said quietly and I obeyed. I crawled up the length of the bed and lay down next to him, resting my head on his sun-bronzed chest. “What is it that you want me to do for you?” he questioned.

“Relieve me,” I said plainly.

“How?” Daniel asked, and anger flared in my belly! I didn’t want to tell him what I needed – I expected him to already know. Or better still, anticipate my needs before I was even aware they existed! “Now, shh,” Daniel said soothingly, drawing me closer against him, smiling mischievously. “Little minx, don’t get all flustered. I do know what you want. And I will give it to you,” he said.

With that, Daniel turned on his side, his left arm slipped around my shoulders. He hooked his right leg over mine and drew it between his thighs, causing my nether lips to slide apart. He kissed me on the brow as he stroked what little remaining hair I had on my mons, petting me, soothing me as if I were child needing to be placated. I turned my mouth up towards his face; he pressed his lips lightly against mine, but he didn’t attempt to kiss me. His lips parted slightly and his warm breath floated into my mouth, serving to stoke the fires already burning intensely between my legs.

Daniel’s fingers stole between my swollen pussy lips, and slid down the length of my trench in the abundance of juices lying in wait there.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered to me. “I like that.”

“You make me wet,” I sighed in his arms, attempting to turn my whole body towards him. But his arm held me firm while his fingers continued probing, inspecting, searching my slit. I bent my left leg upwards then turned my knee outwards and down to rest on the bed, fully exposing my sex to Daniel, cold air making contact with the searing pink flesh. He closed three fingers together, and began to paint my sex with my own juices, coating my swollen clitoris, covering each of my labia, spreading a thick veil over my perineum, being careful to stay away from my antagonised anus. Stealthily he slid two thick fingers into my channel and I tilted my hips upwards to receive his attention. Daniel drew his fingers out again then returned them accompanied by a third finger. I whimpered at the way he was demanding my cunt should accommodate his deep exploration. He slid his fingers out again and added a fourth to the equation. I gasped at the pain that flashed through my pelvis, stretched wide by Daniel’s penetration.

“Ahh,” I moaned close to Daniel’s ear. He continued to massage me from within, my body growing accustomed to his demands. And just when I was beginning to relax, Daniel withdrew his fingers again, folded his thumb into his palm and slid his entire hand into my cunt. I began to shriek then, the agony and the ecstasy of the crazy caress causing me to writhe uncontrollably in Daniel’s embrace.

“Good girl,” Daniel whispered close to my ear. “Take it all in.” And I felt myself push back against his hand, the pain elevated to an excruciating level, yet some how becoming intensely pleasurable at the same time. I wasn’t sure why I allowed myself to continue – because Daniel was pleased by my ability to accommodate his entire fist, or because the sensation of being caressed like that was completely mind blowing? I surrendered just a moment longer, but finally I could take no more.

“Daniel,” I gasped, clasping his wrist with my left hand, “it’s hurting.” Daniel eased his fist out of my cunt and suddenly I felt an empty void take its place. I felt thrilled, confused, elated, unsure of what to do next. Daniel took his arm from my shoulders and allowed me to recline against the pillow.

“Don’t move,” he said. He knelt between my legs and stretched his body out along the top of the bed. Daniel’s feet dangled over the edge as he dipped his head to survey my distended vagina and the engorged clitoris still left wanting at its mouth. When his lips finally closed around my begging bud, my body lurched forward and I shamelessly began to fuck Daniel’s face. He indulged me, placing his stiffened tongue against my clit, sucking hard with his lips to hold my clit in place. I lifted and dropped my hips in furious jerking motions, driven by my desperate need for release. Suddenly I was overtaken by my own animal instincts as I worked my body in a frenzy against Daniel’s head. A warm sensation began to build in my nether regions and I sensed the soles of my feet begin to numb in response to the tension my body was retaining. I curled my toes in response and moved my hips faster and faster, undulating against Daniel’s tongue until my climax finally exploded between my legs and washed over my entire being.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, heaving, gasping, struggling for air. “Oh, fuck!” I said again, this time more quietly. My heart was pounding and I was covered in sweat. I felt as if I’d been plastered to the bed. I was quite incapable of moving and for a split second I had forgotten about Daniel completely. But not quite – he returned to the pillow beside me and lay flat on his back, his hands resting behind his head again, his face awash with a look of triumph. Daniel was grinning. Quite suddenly I regained my senses. I looked over at Daniel just as he stole a glance at me. We began to laugh, lightly at first, then heartily, our bodies shaking with mirth in unison on the bed.

Suddenly a thought came to me and I was awestruck. I thought it, but I couldn’t say it. I acknowledged it, but decided to keep it to myself. Lying there like that with Daniel, I realised that I loved him. And that, I admitted to myself, was something I never, ever expected.