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Michael

By: Nefatiri



I met an extra-ordinary man. He loved me for two weeks and then left. I am pining. This is my exorcism! Enjoy and have a great year ahead. I may just be back! Ha ha.

xoxoxoxoxoxox

You are a gorgeous man. Not in the TV star way, in a more lived in way. You are not startled by your own looks. You own them. I love that about you. I find myself staring at you, hoping you don't think I'm some little psycho. Once or twice you have caught me staring and it sent me into a giggling/coughing fit. I haven't met many men who can do that to me with a smile. Your eyes. I may need to write an ode to them at some point in the future. I cannot tell the exact colour because it depends on the lighting of the moment. Anything from cornflower blue to the most piquing shade of cyan. I love when you look down at me in bed. It makes me literally shiver.

Its morning and I cannot sleep. The routine of getting up early to get to work is so ingrained I cannot sleep past 7am. You look like one of Botticelli's angels; all naked and gorgeous. The devil in me feels a persistent and urgent need to have those eyes open up and look at me. I nudge you softly first. I get a faint stir. Encouraged, I do it harder. Your eyes flutter open for a second and close again. Damn. I may have to resort to out and out force!

Uncovering you in what I think is a stealthy manner actually wakes you up. When I am done pulling back the covers, I look up and find you looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and morning grogginess. It's disturbingly endearing. I could gobble you up! You have morning wood. I am curious about it and start to feel your cock. I wonder if you are hard enough for me to just jump aboard. I am not really in the mood for foreplay........I am not a morning person.

Pre-empting my studious caressing, you flip me over and get on top of me. The eyes again. One look and I believe I am more predisposed to being nicer in the morning now. I melt as you smile. I can feel your erection pressing against my closed thighs. It's full of promise and I giggle without knowing why. You lean in to kiss me and I eagerly try to reach up and meet you half way. Kissing you is always an amazing production of its own. It's the reason while I am embarrassed by public displays of affection; I am not entirely uncooperative when you kiss me on the street.

I live the way you suck on my lower lip, I love the way you don't try to tongue choke me! It's awesome. You kiss me slowly and I am getting impatient. My tits are so swelling in want that it's almost painful. I'm wriggling around, hoping you'll stop being a typical man and multi task. I hear you chuckling through the kiss. You know I am impatient, you like to torture me with drawn out foreplay. It makes for interesting power play before sex.

Finally indulging me, you touch the tip of one nipple ever so slightly. I literally tremble. I can feel the pleasure coursing though my veins from the tip of my breast to that place just above my clit. It makes me wriggle around even more. You hoarsely ask me to stay still. As if. You know well because after you say it, you pin my hands on top of my head on the pillow. I am not sure if you know this but when you move around on top of me, I can feel your chest hairs rub all over my breasts. It's electric.

Finally you get me still enough to resume kissing me. I open my legs and you settle in between them. I am frustrated because another one of your unbeatable attractions is your butt. I love grabbing you butt, running my hands over it and occasionally I swat it in public. It's a great butt; I cannot be faulted for not being able to resist it. I ask with what I hope is a suitably seductive voice if I may be allowed to touch your bum. You kiss me a little more and release my hands.

By the time I have moved into a position where I can touch your ass, you have slipped inside me. The surprise of it is fantastic. I gasp. Ok, no, that was actually a squeal. I squeal in pleasure. It feels good. Your rock hard cock inside me, my inability to move freely, my hands on your gorgeous ass and the idea that it's you greatly expounds the erotic haze that seems to have covered me.

I love the morning sex. You are slow and deliberate and most of the time. I get to learn things about myself that I would have otherwise glossed over. Erotically edifying and satisfying, that's what sex with you is.

You start to thrust harder. Before I know it though, your hands flip me over and ask me to get on my knees. I am feeling slightly lazy from all the loving but I know how good you deliver doggy and I don't hesitate. I am such a wuss! I feel your cock throbbing hotly at my pussy entrance. I push back invitingly and you shove your now impossibly hard cock inside. There is no preamble in the initial thrust but you are gentler in the withdrawal. I love the way you slide in and out and I can feel the head of your cock as it grazes my walls slickly.

Again I am unprepared for you this morning. You slam into me...hard and deep. I gasp the pain is so familiar and enticingly bearable. It is so right and I know it fades after a couple of deep thrusts. You keep slamming into me until I am sure your aim is to see if your dick can come out on the other end; my mouth. I am not expecting the orgasm that I get. It surprises both of us because it has had no build up per se. Again I am reduced to a fit of giggles. You groan as I cum around your cock.

You pick up the pace which leaves me whining and begging for something. I am not sure what. Apparently you know because your next thrusts are quick and short and I am an orgasmic mess around your cock for a second time in as many minutes. As I come down from my pleasure haze, I feel you coming inside me. The molten fire you are pumping inside me feels good. It's like licking yourself from the inside.

I feel little tremors coursing throughout my entire body and sigh languidly. You kiss my back when you're done and then pull me into a cuddle. It doesn't take me long to fall asleep under your light caresses. I dream of your eyes over and over again.

Michael



I started writing about Michael because of Fallen. He was and is a part of my life story. I just don't know how much I will tell...

Sara

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Chapter 1.

I was having a rough time working the embezzlement case I was on. The Firms client was not working with me, not giving me all the facts I needed to defend him. I was getting stressed out with the long meetings. There was a good case against him and I knew if I could get him off, I could get my name out there to further my career. He was a jerk though. I would in time be glad to get rid of him. 

My goal someday was to be a District Attorney and go after jerks like him. Right now though I was stuck with him and his fucking case and I hated it. He was giving me ulcers. Not only that but whenever we were alone sitting at a table in the client meeting room, he would try to run his hands up under my skirt. Other times he would make sexual remarks and try to fondle me. I was never alone with him after I got tired of that and tried to keep someone between him and me or at least an empty chair. 

Around the office, I was getting very hard to live with hence the blond bitch nickname. It was beginning to stick too. People were starting to avoid me, even my assistant paralegal. 

I finally got tired of meeting with him in the office and tried having client meetings during lunch at a small restaurant down the street from the office. It wasn't far, just a short walk. The walk made me feel better, cleared my mind somewhat before I met with him. 

This was the second such meeting. I liked to look at people as I walked, wondering what their lives were like and because of this I noticed this guy for the second time watching me as I walked down the street. He was leaning against his car, a baby blue Mustang. Good looking with light brown hair, around 5'10", 150lbs and in very good shape. MMMM, if I think about him, maybe this meeting will go a little better I thought. He wasn't my type though. I preferred older married men, someone who wouldn't be clingy. You know, the no strings attached, got to get home to my wife type.

He smiled at me as I walked past. I smiled back and continued walking occasionally glancing back over my shoulder. Sure enough, he kept on watching me. He wasn't the only one though, there were other eyes looking. I was used to it. My light wool dress was the body hugging type, it showed off my slender shape. I'm in my 20's, slim at 106 lbs, 5'4", blond and blue eyed. Guys were always trying to pick me up although I always shut them down. I wasn't really interested in most of them. The young single guys mostly. They only tried once. 

I met my client there and we sat towards the back of the restaurant. My paralegal caught up with us and sat between us to take notes. I liked her, reminded me of myself when I was starting out. She was aggressive and blunt just like me. I was glad I asked her to come and take notes. I was already tired of the jerk and we had just begun. It was a short time later that I observed the watcher a few tables away from us watching. He smiled again when he saw he caught my eye. I smiled back and turned my attention back to the job at hand. We ordered lunch and discussed his defense. My mind kept wandering away and I discovered I kept glancing back to where my watcher was sitting. When I finally got tired of my client and told him we were through and he got up and left me and my assistant alone, I told her I needed to go pee and for her to wait for me. We had more to discuss. I walked by his table on my way to the restroom. He smiled at me again. I wondered who he was and why did he seem to be following me. I was curious. 

I did my thing and applied a little lip gloss after I washed up. Before I left the room, I did something I had never done before. I slipped back into one of the stalls and slipped my panties off and wadded them up into my fist. I was going to have some fun and drop them on the seat beside my watcher as I walked past. I was curious to know what he would do. I walked back by where he had been sitting and discovered him gone. Disappointed, I went back to my table and sat and started discussing the client and facts of the case with my assistant. I had slipped my panties unnoticed into my purse and forgot about my watcher. 

I didn't notice he had moved and sat at the table behind us. He was hidden by the partition although he was close enough to hear what I was saying. I issued my instructions for my assistant, wanting her to write up the notes and prepare for the trial in the coming weeks. I was going to leave this afternoon for my hideaway for much needed rest and relaxation. I still needed to go home and finish packing. I wanted to be on the road by 2:00 and that was just a half hour away. I told her where I would be just in case she needed to get hold of me in an emergency. Shorty after that I got up and left. 

I rushed home and finished packing and hit the road. The little town I was going to was hidden in the mountains and forest 3 hours away. There was a lodge I had heard about. It was beautiful place to hide and relax. I had 3 days to unwind. I thought I might spend 4 days if I needed to. It was a beautiful little old town filled with antique shops. I loved to spend time wandering and buying. My house was filled with things I have picked up. Anyway my stay was confirmed for 3 days and possibly 4. 

Its 5:00pm when I arrive, the lady at the desk gets me checked in and directs me upstairs, last door on the right. The room is cozy; with a corner Jacuzzi tub in the bath with a beautiful view of the mountains and forest through windows on each side that could be opened if one wanted. It's a warm evening and I open the windows for a breeze, the gentle sounds of the forest creep in as I run a hot relaxing bath. I quickly strip, dropping my clothes on the floor and slip into the hot relaxing water. 

It feels very good as I lean back and soak in the heat, the cooling air from the windows washing over me. The lavender candle I brought fills the room with sweet smells and relaxes me even more. I hadn't realized I had been so uptight and tense as my fingers wander to my woman hood and I relax deeper as I bring myself to a much needed release. 

I lay there for some time groggy from the heat of the water and my release until I feel the water cooling and finally pull the plug and let the water drain out. I reached up and grab the large towel as I stand up and step from the tub, admiring my body in the large mirror. I've always liked my looks, my slim figure, the smoothness of my stomach and my small but nice breasts. I towel myself off as I turn this way and that watching myself in the mirror while admiring my body. The trimmed small patch of blond hair guarding my mound was glistening in the light. I was glad I had inherited the slim figure of my mother although I knew working out and running that I had the habit of doing every day would keep me slimmer much longer. My mother eventually lost her slimness through the raising of a large family, something I didn't intend to let happen. I didn't intend to do any work outs or running this weekend. I just wanted to pamper myself, eat lots of dark chocolate, sip good wine, eat good food and totally relax. 

With the towel draped around me I move into the bedroom to the bed. It is an old antique black cast iron headboard with footboard, kind of unusual but I thought neat for the room. 

With just the night stand light on; I drop the towel and slip between the sheets wearing nothing. The sheets feel so good on my body, cool, and soft and with just a hint of lavender. I open the book I brought, a love novel, and loose myself in the pages of romance. I drift from page to page, sipping the good wine I brought, feeling the story build, not just within the pages but the feeling it causes within me. I slowly feel myself sliding further away from my stress and entering into this love story, and the effect it has on my body. My fingers wander as I read. 

He arrived later, this stranger, there has been a lot going on for several weeks that excited him. The nice looking woman he had been watching for several weeks now was close by and he assumed alone. She had never mentioned anyone else to her associate at the restaurant. He was calm when he checked in and somewhat excited by the prospects of a very good weekend. 

The woman at the desk had offered him something to drink when he checked in as it was too late for dinner and he told her he would be back down after he had cleaned up and changed. She said she would keep the bar open for him.

He settled in to his room and hit the shower, slipped into a clean t-shirt and some sweat pants with no underwear and heads back downstairs. Some information is what he's really after. 

He sits at the bar and orders a scotch and engages in small talk quizzing the woman behind the bar, the same one whom checked him in. He asks her the history of the town and how long she has lived there eventually bringing the conversation around to the lodge's guests. He brings up the subject of a slender blond woman that may have checked in today and finds out her room is across the hall from his. He has a few more drinks chatting casually and was glad a few other patrons showed up distracting the bar tender. He finishes his drink and heads back upstairs. 

Wow what an exciting day he thinks as he reaches his door and starts to open it. He pauses, turns around and looks at the door across the hall. He steps over to it and tests the doorknob turning it slightly. He is surprised it is unlocked. He pauses again thinking to himself, should he open it and peak inside? He slowly and very quietly opens the door peaking around it and takes 2 steps inside. He freezes as he sees me looking back at him. I had heard the faint noise of the door opening and in shock I watched him enter. 

Without realizing it he just stands and stares and I stare back at him, my mind going blank not even thinking of screaming or anything. I can see his, what I thought was his embarrassment as his face flushes red and a smile eventually creases his mouth. He becomes aware of his swelling manhood and sees me looking there as it is now almost sticking straight out, straining to be released. 

The color of his face deepens further in his acted out embarrassment as he returns to the moment, blinks and turns away as he stammers, "I'm so sorry, what have I done" and starts to walk out. He has noticed I am alone.

I had gotten so involved with drinking the wine and reading the story, I wasn't thinking clearly; the wine and the heat between my legs had me in this fog and I wasn't really aware of what I was saying or doing.

I said, "Wait, come back." Thinking to myself all the while, this is the guy that had been watching me. What am I doing? 

He stops and slowly turns just his head around and looks at me. I motion for him to come back into the room. He turns closing and locking the door behind him and walks back in. He stands there looking at me, acting somewhat foolish; his hardness had not lessoned and was straining at his sweats. I beckon him over to me and pat the bed and tell him to sit. He is still acting somewhat foolish yet obedient and sits on the bed where I indicated beside me. There is only the sheet covering me and he sees this, causing him to swell even more, he knows that something very good is likely going to happen. 

He's very fit and smells so good, like he just got out of the shower and I think to myself that I was sorry to have missed that. 

That's when it really hits me, I want him, need him and close my eyes and take in a breath and draw in his essence, such a clean light scent, and it sends a rush thru me. I turn my head to tell him and without hesitation, he kisses me. He places his left hand behind my neck and gently pulls at the hair at the base of my head. It's a passionate deep kiss and I feel his strong back as I reach to hold him. He takes his right hand and pulls down on the sheet and traces my hip and thigh with his hand and stops just below my knee where he leaves the sheet. It feels so good, the touch of his hand, him tracing my curves. There is no need for talking, I feel myself wanting him even more as the heat flushes within me. My need for him is building, I feel the intense heat in my groin and my skin flushes. I ache for him to enter me.

The changes that are happening in my body feels good as he runs his hands over me. He draws his hand from below my knee up my inner thigh so slowly it seems like a minute, and then turns his hand to lay his palm across my mound and touches me there with his fingers. Using two fingers, he slowly and gently begins stroking my slit, searching for my clit while continuing his nibbling and biting at my neck, working his way down to the shoulder and back up. My breathing has become more noticeable, slower and deeper. He can feel the warm, wetness on his fingers as my moisture seeps where his fingers are. I let out a small sigh as he moves his hand away and slides it down the inside of one thigh and up the other. 

He moves his mouth to one of my erect nipples sending shivers through me. I tremble as he slowly begins running his tongue around the areola and occasionally just barely biting and suckling at the nipple. 

His breathing has now become deeper. He gets up and moves to the blinds and pulls them up and moves back over to me and turns out the light. The moonlight turns the room into a cascade of shadow and illumination. He takes my hands in his and lifts me up to my feet on the bed leaning me back against the headboard and wall completely exposing my nakedness to him. He quickly strips and positions himself on the bed in front of me on his knees and grasps my hips and pulls me to him as I reach back for the headboard to steady myself and lean against it to tilt my hips towards him, exposing more of me to him. 

I am fully and completely exposed to him now, my shaved and trimmed pussy hot and swollen, with my moisture seeping from me. The lips guarding it are swollen and pulled back from my dark cave exposing its opening, it craving for him. He leans in and inhales my lust, his nose placed at my mound and I thought he was going to plunge his tongue into my heat and I pushed myself into him. He suddenly stands in front of me, pulling my mouth to his and kisses me deeply and passionately while pushing me against the wall and headboard. His engorged love muscle is pressed between us poking me in the stomach. I reach for it and as I grasp it he brushes my hand away. 

He leaves me breathless as he slowly kisses his way down me, starting again at my mouth with a deep passionate kiss, moving down my neck working across my breasts, down to my navel, kissing across my smooth flat stomach, across it to both hips and down to my inner thighs. Once he gets there my breathing changes to very deep, almost gasping breaths and I lean back on to the wall and grasp the headboard. He kisses and sucks his way oh so slowly towards my wet pussy and I thrust myself out to him spreading my legs for him. He can smell my lust and wants so badly to taste me. I can see it in his eyes and face and the hardness of his love muscle, the tip escaping from the confines of his fore skin, the head turning a light purple it is so engorged. 

As he inches his face closer he can feel the heat of my pussy and I can feel his hot breath. "Sara, you taste so very good," he says as he starts slowly on my clit with the lightest circular touches he can manage with his tongue. I'm moaning now as I can see the tip of his tongue gliding back and forth across my swollen clit and see it disappear as he plunges it into me. The tingling grows and envelopes my body to the point I feel weakened and he can feel I'm almost to the point of being unable to stay upright. 

He holds me by my hips and helps me down onto the bed and lays me flat on my back, he is on his knees between my legs and I spread them wide to accommodate him. He lifts my legs upward and outward and leans down and slides his tongue into me as deep as he can and fucks me with it. He listens to my breathing and the movement of my hips and my own thrusting to him and times his tongues thrusts with it; he can tell I'm just on the edge of starting to cum as I whimper and my body stiffens and begins to spasm. 

My release sends hot fluid to his eagerly waiting mouth yet he never changes pace. I can feel and hear the sucking sounds of his tongue driving into me as he tries to capture my entire flood. I can't believe how good it feels, wave after wave of spasms passes thru my body as I slowly drop my legs down onto his shoulders. He's timed his motions completely with my heavy breathing and I feel like I'm riding a wave on the ocean, as my body seems to float, rising and falling in one long continuous orgasm. He stays at it until he feels my legs trembling and knows I am now so sensitive that I'll need a little time to recover. 

He lies down beside me and pulls me to him and we embrace tightly and kiss deeply. I can taste myself on him, liking it and whisper to him, "hold me tight and give me time to recover." I can feel his engorged manhood pressing into my stomach as we hold each other tight. I was wondering why he had not entered me for his own release. I lie there in his arms thinking of what I will do for him in return as my hands move down and hold him. I discover he is very thick; my fingers can not quite reach around him.

I recover rather quickly. Although my release had been hard and deep, I had not had a man do something like that to me in a long time. He was still beside me, holding me against him, his hardness hot between us in my hands; he had not softened but seemed to be harder still. I knew what I had to do, need to do for him and me as I rolled over on top of him, kissing him deeply. I look into his eyes and smile the twinkling in my blue eyes an indication of what was to come. I sit up and slid myself up onto his chest and in placing my knees beside his head I positioned my pussy at his mouth. He quickly with out any hesitation lifts his mouth to meet me and dives in, his hands grasping my hips holding me. 

I discover I am still sensitive from his earlier activity there and know I won't last long with him doing that and quickly back away from his mouth with his mouth trying to follow and his hands trying to hold me there. I knew what I wanted to do and slowly slid myself down his chest leaving a streak of my moisture as I slide lower down to his stomach. I lean down and again kiss him deeply, savoring the taste of me on his lips. I follow the wet streak of my moisture down his chest with my tongue, stopping at each of his nipples to suck on them, hardening them in their own way. I was working my way to his navel and discover as I slid my pussy downward, I was blocked by his stiff hardness against my backside. I lift myself up and in grasping it, start rubbing the swollen head between my own swollen lips. He stiffens further in anticipation as he thinks I am going to position him and sit down upon him. He thrust upwards into me when he feels himself at my opening. I was not anticipating his thrust and stopped it by lifting myself up as his engorged head enters me. 

"Not yet lover," I said as I quickly twirled around and sit down on his chest, my back facing his head. He now can't see what I am doing as I have him pinned to the bed by my weight on his chest. 

I notice there is a little precum on the head of his cock mixed with my own moisture from him trying to enter me and bend down and lick it off, digging my tongue into his sensitive opening. He stiffens even more at my touch. My hands play with him as I slide his foreskin up over his swollen head several times as I stroke him.

I suck the head of his cock into my mouth and suck hard as I stroke him. He moans in surprise and eagerness at my sucking. He might have thought I would never do this, but I was determined to give him my all. 




Michael



He moans, "Yes, make me cum, suck me dry." 

"No I have other plans," I say as I suck at him and run my tongue up and down his shaft and suck on his balls. Each time he is getting close to cumming, I back off putting pressure on the swollen head and the base of his shaft with my hands and let him cool down. 

He was bucking and pleading, "Please love, make me cum, swallow me, and suck me dry". 

Each time a spot of precum would form in the opening of his cock I would let him cool down and then lick it off. I liked the taste of him but I had other plans. 

I knew his balls were starting to hurt. I have been doing this to him for close to an hour already and tears were starting in his eyes as he pleads with me to let him cum when I finally said, "Yes, it is time." 

I could tell he could explode at moment; I could see the pain was getting to him. He needed the release and I needed him to release inside me. I quickly twirled around and straddled his cock and lower my pussy down over the engorged head and shaft and guide it into me as I sit down on it. As the head of his cock reached its total depth, I feel his cock stiffen and start to throb as it pumps all that beautiful stored cum into me. 

He screams, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Oh God yes." 

It seemed like his cock and balls pumped into me for hours but it was only for a few long seconds. He had been in such pain but now total release. He exhausts himself with the pumping of cum and as his flow lessons; I lie down on his chest and kiss him. He is in total exhaustion. We lay that way until his cock is limp and slips free. I can feel his cum dripping from my pussy. 

I raise up and move my pussy up to his face, kneeling as I had done before and say, "I now want you to suck all of your cum from my pussy. I want you to suck it dry and make me cum." 

He protests but it is too late. I had his mouth covered by my pussy and all he could do was hold my hips and suck and lick. He sucks and licks me into orgasm and I almost drown him with the amount of juices I release. I had been totally hot and had almost cum several times when I was playing with him. I had been in as much pain and needing of release as him. 

We lay in bed together all night and made love whenever he became hard. I didn't know how many times he unloaded deep into me and I didn't know how many times I had my releases but by morning, we found ourselves entwined in each other's arms, not wanting to get up.

I was surprised we had not talked much at all throughout the night. It had been nothing short of a sexual orgy for us. I didn't even know his name even though I remember him saying mine. I was disappointed when he got up thinking he was getting up to leave, leaving me lying in bed with no explanation, no word if he was going to see me again. 

I asked, "Ah, are you leaving me this way? I don't even know your name."

"Michael, my name is Michael and no I am not going anywhere. Why?"

I told him, "I was afraid you were leaving. I didn't want you to go." 

"Oh, I'm just going to my room to get my things. Since I will be staying with you I should also check out of my room so it will be available to others. I won't be gone long."

I snuggled down under the sheets and blanket that somehow had climbed back up over me, not wanting to get up. I knew I found a man that could satisfy my needs for a while and as my fingers wandered. I could feel the stickiness and soreness of our heated passion of the night before. I smiled at the thought of him inside me, the feel of him and the taste of him. I could not explain the feelings I had of him as he filled me with his cum, the satisfied feeling it gave my whole body. It had been a long time since I had felt like this.

I was beginning drift back into sleep when the thought it hit me like a hammer. Unprotected sex! You dummy I thought, I am not safe. I've never acted like this, never been this careless. My sexual encounters have always been planned way in advanced. I could get pregnant or worse yet some incurable sexually transmitted disease. This was a stranger, a one-night stand. I've never done something like this before. I hadn't been prepared and we didn't use condoms. Startled awake and in a panic, I thought no, he was too nice and would not be a carrier of some disease but he could get me pregnant. I haven't been on the pill in over a year. 

I tried to think back to when I had my last period. Thinking a little more clearly, I thought no, my period should start Monday or Tuesday and this was Saturday. I should be OK but to just play it safe I thought I should get several pregnancy test kits on the way home. I wasn't sure the morning after pill would work after three days of having unprotected sex.

I thought about my last encounter, my one true love. There had been 40 years difference in our ages but that hadn't mattered. His wife was an invalid and it had been Ok with her that he had spent time with me. It was something she wasn't able to do for him. It had been a very happy time for me but it ended when he had a massive heart attack and passed away. That was the same time I had discovered I was pregnant. It hadn't been planned, an accident really due to my own stupidity in forgetting to take my birth control for a month, but it happened. 

The pregnancy had terrified me at first but later because of love I decided to have the baby, his baby. I was deeply saddened when I miscarried. It drove me into deep hysterical depression for a while. It had been a double whammy. I still occasionally take medication for that when I think about it and it knocks me out. I have to take it at night where I can get a full 8 hours of undisturbed sleep. If I take it during the day, I have to be at home where I can sleep it off. If awaken while on it, I am groggy and unaware of my surroundings or what I am doing. I have sometimes sleepwalked and had unusual dreams which sometimes I have remembered. I'm usually groggy for a few hours after I wake up.

For now though, there was nothing I could do about it and my mind drifted back to him and the beautiful love we had made together. My fingers wandered down past my mound and I could feel the stickiness of our lovemaking and the moisture seeping from my depths, our moisture, our stickiness, his cum and mine. I wanted to hold it inside me and tried to block the leakage with my fingers but it still seeped from me and I gathered it in my fingers and rubbed it across my mound, wanting to keep it there. One hand drifted to my mouth and I tasted the moisture of our lovemaking on my fingers. I could taste him I discovered as I slowly drifted into a light sleep. 

I awoke with a light knocking on the door and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 7:00 AM. I hollered just a minute and got up looking for a robe but found the towel on the floor and wrapped myself in it. I went to the door and found the clerk there. She said breakfast will be served at 8 and was making sure I was awake. She smiled at my disheveled look, looking down at my pubic area and legs and teasingly acknowledged there was a lot of late activity in my room last night but there were no complaints and left with a laugh. I smiled back at her and closed the door and headed to the bath to clean up thinking, where is Michael? He did not come back.

I dropped my towel and as I ran the tub full of water I looked at myself in the mirror. It was then I noticed and felt the wetness that was leaking from me and running down my leg and knew what she had been looking at. I smiled at the thought of that and my lover of last night and cupped my hand and caught the remaining leakage and rubbed it across my breasts stiffening my nipples as I rubbed it in. I dreamily stepped into the tub and sank down for a short soak wondering where he was, why he didn't come back and wishing he were still here with me. 

I scrubbed myself well, making sure I was squeaky clean for breakfast, apprehensive of what the other guests would say if they had heard the activity in my room. I wondered also if the staff would say anything and thought I would skip breakfast but the pangs of hunger were starting in my stomach. I discovered I was famished and quickly left the tub, brushed and dried my hair, put on what little makeup I used and dressed. I thought what the heck, this was my weekend and I was paying for it. I deserved it and needed it. It had been a long time since I had someone and I wasn't going to let anyone else ruin it for me. I went to breakfast. There were few guests there, many had left early, something I didn't understand but then there were only a few motels in this small town and many travelers wanted to get on the road early. Did my lover leave too? Thinking about it, I didn't mind, fewer to question the activity of last night if they heard it. 

Breakfast was good, casual conversation in a warm family type atmosphere. I liked it here and wished I had more than the weekend to spend here. I asked the hostess about the sights and activities around town since this was my first time there and discovered things to do and look at. The town itself was a museum of history, full of antiques, every small store full of them and I knew what I would be spending the day doing. I loved looking at antiques, it was one of my passions and I quickly ate and headed back to my room to put on comfortable shoes and grab a wrap and my purse. The day was mine and I would window shop until the town rolled up the sidewalks, which was what small towns like this did at night. There would be no night activity around here. I didn't think there was even a bar in town. I didn't see one when I drove in. 

I think I walked through every shop there, several times even, each time seeing something different that I didn't see before. I loved it; it was so relaxing to just wander here and there, no pressures to be anywhere, lost in time. I had a sandwich in one small store when the hunger pains hit me late in the day as I was wandering from store to store. I did notice a small restaurant in my wanderings and thought I would stop there later on my way back to the lodge in the evening, which I did. I was tired when I headed back, buying a few things but leaving them in the shops to pick up later as I headed home. The sky was clouding over and I was wondering if it might rain. 

I reached the lodge as it was beginning to darken, having wandered all over town. I was tired not only from my day's wandering but the lack of sleep the previous night and headed towards my room. I stopped at the desk and asked if there was a Michael checked in. There wasn't. 

The clerk asked, "Is this the same Michael that had checked in yesterday and checked out this morning? Nice looking guy." She smiled at that as she looked at me knowing already it was and he had spent the night with me.

"Yes" I replied. "Did he say he was coming back and why he had to leave?" I was wondering why he left in the first place. My body had given him plenty of reason to stay. 

"Well, he said he had to get to work but he didn't say he was coming back." 

"Oh, well OK," was all I could think of to say.

Disappointed and a little angry at him, I looked around and did not notice anyone else as I walked through the foyer and up the stairs. My room was dark, and I flicked on the light stopping at the windows, opening them, on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. It was then I noticed several messages left on my cell phone. All were from the Firm. I checked them. Four calls were from my assistant telling me of problems with my client. The last message was from the Senior Partner. That one really bothered me. He ordered me to have my ass in front of his desk first thing Monday morning. 

What the hell did I do wrong I thought? Now my weekend was really ruined. I was very angry at having my planned weekend ruined. I was angry at myself by not being in control of my sexual situation in letting a stranger take me and now my fucking client was controlling me. 

I was too pissed and decided not to shower, just to brush my teeth, comb my hair and scrub my face. I had a terrible headache now and grabbed the pills I took when anxiety or depression over took me as it was doing now. I always carried them with me just for situations like this. I had kept the prescription filled. I was so tired I knew I would like die during the night and not even an earthquake would wake me. I would be gone to the world until morning by the time the drug wore off. I turned off the bathroom light as I headed to bed flicking off the bedroom light as I went. There was no light in the room at all, the moon blocked by clouds, as I stood by the bed and let my clothes slip to the floor. I quickly slipped between the cool clean crisp sheets, and fell into a deep slumber as soon as my head hit the pillow. 

I dreamed, a beautiful and wondrous dream, I was in his arms again. This time, he crawled between the sheets with me and slowly kissed me all over. In my heat of passion for him I open my arms and legs for him and took him into me. It was wondrous, his slow and passionate love making. He ravished me, taking me over and over again as I lay there moving only enough to meet his every thrust, letting him fill me with his lust. I didn't know how long my dream lasted or if it was real, I was unaware of anything as I slumbered in my deep and satisfying dream. 

I awoke with a small beam of sunlight hitting me in the eyes; I looked at the clock and saw it was 7:00 in the morning. I was a little groggy but refreshed and remembering my dream, I looked around. It seemed so real; I remembered it vividly even though I slept soundly. There was no one else in the room but me. 

I felt wetness under me and slipped a hand down to my mound and felt stickiness there, moisture seeping from me and running down between my cheeks wetting the sheet under me. I slipped my fingers thru it and brought it to my mouth expecting to taste only me but there was something else there, the taste of him. Was this possible? I again looked around the room and saw a single red rose in a vase on the table by the window. I jumped up and ran to it, finding a note there stuck under the vase. It read, "I didn't want to wake you, you were peaceful in you sleep." Was it really him, I thought or did another stranger take me in my sleep? I started looking for him, going to the bathroom hoping to find him there. There I found another note, this time on the mirror, stating, "Remember my number, I will see you back home." 

It was him! I quickly dressed and rushed down stairs hoping to find him there in the foyer or dining room but there were only a few guests and the hostess. I went to her and asked if the man from yesterday, Michael, was there and she stated she hadn't seen him. As far as she knew he hadn't come back. She knew he hadn't checked back in. I was lost and devastated, and wandered around the building and out to the street hoping to see him. He was gone. 

My short weekend was at an end and I had hoped to see him again, make love to him again and I slept thru it. I was disgusted with myself for taking the pills and I headed back to my room again and slowly packed. I needed to take a shower as I could smell the lust from the night but then I thought, no, I will be alone in my car and I want to savor the smell of him, have his wetness in me and against me. I may never see him again and I quietly went back to packing. 

I needed to pick up the few things I had bought and pack them into my car so I checked out. It was already close to noon; I missed breakfast, was still was not hungry and needed to pick up the antiques I had bought. Luckily the stores were open on Sundays. I quickly did that and left town sadly wishing the weekend had been longer. I did not want to head back to the stress of my life, my job in the city. I wanted to stay here in this small town with him, whom ever he was. I didn't know anything about him, just that I wanted him. I wanted him making love to me, to have him inside me, filling me with his cum knowing his seed would swim deeper into me and I would be able to hold him there if only for a little while. Would I ever see him again? This I did not know, fate will be what it will be. I did think to remember to buy the pregnancy test kits on my way home along with several packages of condoms and spermicide. I leave the test kits in my bathroom cabinet and the condoms and spermicide in my bedside table as I unpack, promptly forgetting about them, already getting back into the stress of my city life. 

Evening came and went, Monday morning already, the weekend almost forgotten, fading into the past as I readied myself for work. I quickly showered and as I stepped from it, I saw my panties on the floor that I had worn Sunday on the drive home. I picked them up and brought them to my nose and sniffed them. I could smell him and smiled at the thought of him and knowing the lovemaking we had was perfect in every way. Sadly I took them and placed them in the drawer of my night stand knowing I may never see him again but having part of him that I could come back to when I needed to. Still I thought I could be caring his child, his love child, our love child and I thought to myself, I didn't need that with the stress in my life I already had. Still....

I quickly dressed and headed for work, not wanting to but needing to just to live. The money was good even though the stress wasn't. Still, it provided me the money to escape for a time away from the city and the stress it caused. Just like the weekend. Next time it would be longer than a weekend if I planned it right. 

The drudgery of work filled the day and it passed slowly. The client had fired me telling the Senior Partner I had shown indifference towards him and was not doing the job of defending him as I should. 

I had to explain that I was doing my job but that he was a jerk and I was very tired of him trying to grope me at every meeting. I was glad he had fired me and that I should be replaced by one of the other partners, a man. That was done. 

I headed home after that. I knew tomorrow would be just another day and before I knew it I was home. My home, all mine. It was a three bedroom in the country and mine filled with my memories, my treasures. I quickly slipped out of my blouse and skirt and into my robe. That was when I noticed my spotting, that my period was starting. Somewhat saddened but very relieved, I did what I had to do and inserted a panty liner to catch the light flow. Tomorrow I knew the heavy flow would start and I needed to be prepared for it. There would be cramping too. There always was. 

Tuesday came and went along with all the days and nights following it. I searched for the paper he gave me with his number, wanting to call him but found that I had somehow lost it. With that, my memories of that weekend started to fade as I continued with my life, watching for him...I hadn't seen him around town watching me so I knew I may have lost him. 

I hoped I would someday see him again. 

Michael

Chapter 2.

It has been two weeks now. I started taking birth control as soon as I bought the pills the Monday I had gotten home. The condoms I bought sat in the bed table unused, waiting just in case. I had to try to be safe until the birth control kicked in, that is if I ever saw him again. 

I hadn't seen Michael since that weekend. I kept looking for him, trying to find him on the street watching for me. I kept looking to see if I could catch a glimpse of his car anywhere. I walk to the restaurant down the street from the office every day for lunch hoping to see him, the lust inside me never entirely dying. Just thinking of him keeps me wet. I am almost ready to give up and forget him but it is hard, the two nights together unforgettable. I am angry at myself for losing his number.




Michael



I am now at work, working intensely on some research for another case. All the facts I am gathering appear to be mashed together and I can't think straight. I step away from my desk to get a drink of water, and I see him standing there at the reception area with nobody around. The receptionist is out to lunch and there is no one at the desk. Its lunchtime and most of the office is out. It is a small firm with only three partners and staff. During lunch, the office is closed from 11:00 to 1:00. With appointments only, we get no walk-ins so with the door being locked during that time there is usually no one around. Sometimes lunch can be longer for the partners so being closed for two hours during noon is not much of a problem. It is 11:05 and I wondered how he got in.

His gaze towards me heightens my senses and in my excitement I forget about my work. He motions for me to follow and we begin to walk down the empty hallway together. There is no talking. I am too excited to say anything anyway. I just follow. It seems he knows where we are going. It is hard for me to breathe; I can feel the heat of lust for him growing inside me. The heat and swelling of lust centers at my sex as moisture begins seeping into my panties. I can feel my nipples harden as they brush against my blouse as I am not wearing any bra. I am fully excited; I can feel myself blushing all over as the heat rises inside me. I glance around hoping no one is around to see us and me in this condition. I know I could not find the words for speech. 

He motions for me to pass him and I walk past as we continue down the hall. I glance curiously at him as I do and start to say something. He shushes me and holds a finger to his lips silencing me. Suddenly with his hands upon my waist he pulls me into a walk-in closet where the office supplies are stored. There is no lock on the door. As he closes the door with the lights off we bump into a few stacked boxes of copy paper, and I turn to him feeling for his lips with mine. 

"Michael," I try to whisper as his lips find mine and silence me. We kiss deeply our tongues sliding deeply and softly against each other. 

His hands find the hemline of my short wool skirt and tug it up above my waist. They then slide down my sides to feel my firm butt and then to rub my pussy through my lace panties. I sense he feels my wetness through the soft material as he kisses me harder. I can't help it and I return his kiss just as passionately forgetting about work and everything. I am lost in the heat of lust, wanting him. Sliding his fingers inside my panties, he slides them down my legs and I kick them off over my high heels, one foot at a time as I fall back against the boxes. 

His hands are feeling me over as he cups my mound and slides his fingers up and down my wet slit finding my clit and sending electrical shivers through me as he rubs it. When he inserts a finger up inside me, curls it and begins to rub that tender area inside as his thumb continues to rub my clit my body trembles in the beginning of my first orgasm. My moan is low in my throat as his mouth is still covering mine. My pussy clenches at his fingers as the spasms shake my body. I am leaning against him and the boxes as he holds my weakened body up with the one hand at my pussy and one behind my back. 

As I recover, I reach down and loosen his belt, letting his pants slide down easily to his feet. Reaching down for his shorts I feel him. He doesn't have them on. The back of my hand brushes against his hardened shaft and down against his sack. I continue to gently rub his sack with the back of my hand, back and forth several times until I reverse my hand to cup his balls, softly holding them and then sliding my hand back up his shaft. 

I can feel he is fully hard and erect as I rub his swollen head and opening with the palm of my hand sending tingling sensations through him. I can feel him stiffen and harden even more. Then as he places his hand on his shaft to ready it to find my swollen pussy, I reach around his neck with both hands and hop up wrapping my legs around his waist crossing my legs at the ankles. He grabs hold of my hips with his hands and holds me. 

I want him inside me but then reality and caution floods into my mind. It may not yet be safe for him to enter me without protection. I struggle with my thoughts and blurt out, "Michael, it is not safe yet, we need to use protection." 

I struggle and push myself away dropping my legs from around his waist and try to stand but he holds me tighter and doesn't let go of my hips and holds me up against him as my upper body leans back against the boxes. 

"Michael, please don't." 

I try to push him away, try to get him to loosen his grasp from my hips so I could stand and cool the situation but he only tightens his grip and kisses me harder trying to silence me. Again I try to stop him, trying to get control.

"Michael no, I'm not safe." I try to say this a little louder hoping no others are around to hear me.

"Sara, I want you, I have to have you." He whispers back.

Again I protest. "Michael, I may not be safe, we need protection, use a condom. Please Michael." 

"No Sara, I don't like using condoms."

I am now lying back not quite prone on the boxes as I struggle to sit up with him still holding me by my hips, him standing between my legs. I feel the swollen head of him pressing against me, my pussy opening for him and he grips my hips harder and pulls me towards him. In one full hard thrust, he is deep in me, and I am squeezing his hardness. 

I bite my tongue to stifle the scream that rises inside me at the suddenness of his entry and now I sit up and try to both push him away and hold on to him. I wrap my legs around him locking my ankles to stop him from thrusting and wrap my arms around his neck trying to hold him still. I begin to bite at his neck to distract him and get him to stop as he presses me back against the boxes and tries to thrust into me. 

I have lost, I am not in control and he is taking me. I'm crying now sobbing on his shoulder. I want him to continue yet I am afraid of what may happen. 

"Michael, please Michael, my birth control, I'm not safe. Please Michael, stop." I keep pleading to no avail. 

In his lust he ignores me as his hands are now tugging at my blouse and pulling it free from my skirt. He unbuttons my blouse and finds my breasts fondling them, rubbing and twisting lightly on the nipples. When he pushes me back onto the boxes I drop my arms from around him to catch myself as he leans me back. His mouth finds my breasts and he begins to suck at one as he rubs and twists at the nipple of the other sending shivers through me. My attempt at struggling lessens and I give in as another incredible orgasm rushes through me. My body was now under his control and needed him.

I moan even more at the feeling of him inside me and him sucking and nibbling at my breasts. It feels so good. My moans are only encouraging him to continue. When I unconsciously unlock my legs from around him as he slowly begins to thrust, I kick off my heels and try to place my feet on the boxes beneath me to raise my hips to match his thrusts. He is now leaning over me, holding my hands above my head, pinning me. I look up into his eyes in the dim light and see the lust there knowing there was no way to stop him even if I had really wanted him to stop. My body didn't want him to stop. 

The light coming from under the door illuminates us and I watch him. I love the semidarkness, the feeling of his cock as he plunges in and pulls out, his fingers clenching my ass and me sucking hard on his neck and pulling his hair at the back of his head after he released my hands. 

We are both moaning and grunting as we get closer to our releases. My wetness is flowing down to my ass and I gasp for air. It feels as if his thrusts now go deeper each time he pulls back and shoves in hard pressing me against the boxes again and again. I moan into his ear and beg for him to cum, saying that I am about to explode. The closet feels stuffy and warm as sweat begins to glisten upon my skin and I can feel drops of sweat from him dripping down upon my stomach and mound as he leans over me.

He spreads my legs wider picking them up and with my upper body lying back, he thrusts all the way against me hard, ramming his thighs against mine, and slides the boxes I am lying on slightly across the floor. My hands grab around his neck so we won't tip over in the semidarkness. 

He moans a desperate moan and I feel him stiffen trying to hold himself still to stop his flow but it was too late. I feel the explosion of warm cum inside me as he continues to push his shaft deeper pushing his swollen head against my cervix, his cock flexing and pulsing. Feeling the contractions of his cock, my body begins to spasm also. I grab his hair with both hands as I moan quietly into his ear in my release which helps to suck him in deeper. 

After several minutes of recovery, I discover he is still very hard as I reach down and with my fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft still deep inside me; I begin to pull him out slowly as I gaze into his eyes. When I get him most of the way out he pushes slowly back inside me as my fingers remain clutching his shaft. 

We repeat this slow dance of passion for a few more minutes with me pulling him out and him pushing his still hard cock back in. I again feel him stiffen and moan as another warm burst of his cum flows into me. Our fluids are now seeping from me down to my ass and pooling on the top of the box under me. 

We stay still for a few minutes giving him time to recover and kiss passionately, his hands exploring me, playing with my breasts. There is still very little talking between us.

I am amazed he has stayed hard when he slips all the way out and stands me up, turns me around, bends me over and slides his still hard cock inside me from behind. It slides in easily as my pussy and his cock are slimy with cum and I am still swollen open to continue to receive him. I am pressed against the boxes as I lie over them with my stomach lying in the pool of fluids that has seeped from me and had pooled under my ass. He thrusts in hard, fast and deep. I am easily brought to another orgasm this way with the feeling of him going deeper inside me with each thrust.

I feel his hands holding my waist pulling me to him, holding himself still while I quiver in my release. After my climax subsides, he thrusts in hard and fast one last time and holds himself in deep against my cervix as I feel the pulsations and contractions of his shaft as he again fills me full of his cum. 

He holds himself tight against me for a few minutes after his last contractions and when he finally softens and pulls out he turns me over, sitting me back upon the wet box. He leans down and I feel his mouth and tongue relishing my soaked swollen pussy. His tongue slides through the inside of my pussy and against the skin between my pussy and my ass. When he licks my pussy all the way to the top, he attacks my clit bringing me to another intense orgasm. I lay there quivering for a while as he kisses me all over and lets his hands explore me.

As I was laying there recovering, we hear sounds of someone talking and laughing in the building and he quickly stands me up, helps me straighten my skirt and blouse, finds my heels and pulls his pants back up. I look at my watch and see we had been the closet for over an hour and a half. 

That is when we start to actually talk.

"Michael," I blurted out quietly, "I lost your phone number. I didn't know how to find you."

"I thought as much Sara, I have been waiting for you to call and finally my need for you grew to be too much for me to take. I had to come to you and take you."

I fell into his arms, kissing him, forgetting that I had lost control of my own actions. I have always been in control, needed to be in control ever since my first love, that first time I was taken by an older man and his friends. I had always selected and seduced each man I had wanted to be with usually an older man. Even when I was in college getting my degree, I was always in control. 

I finally take control as the talking gets louder and break our kiss and push him away. I whisper, "We have to get out of here before we are caught."

The talking fades down the hall and I open the door slightly and peek outside. The hall is empty and we sneak out into the hall making sure no one sees us and walk back toward my office where I dash in and grab my purse. I had glanced into one of the windows that line the hall and discovered a disheveled reflection of myself. I was a mess, my hair sweaty, undone and sticking to my face and head, my blouse wrinkled and sticking to me wet in places and my skirt, well it was sticking to me in places and stained. I hadn't been able to find my panties and I could feel the coolness where moisture was seeping from me. I had to clean up before anyone saw me. 

"Wait here for me Michael," I say as I grab my purse and dash to the restroom to clean up. I didn't wait for an answer from him. I could hear more people coming into the building and I couldn't have me seen this way. I could feel wetness starting to run down my inner thigh as I entered the restroom and grabbed some paper towels as I entered the stall. Using the towels and toilet paper, I cleaned up as best as I could and since I had no panties and could not use a liner, I inserted a tampon and moved from the stall to the sink and washed up as best I could, brushing my hair and putting it back into place and applying a little makeup. Looking as presentable as I could under the circumstances I walked back to my office thinking I needed to clean up in the storage closet and find my panties.

Not finding Michael there I dash back to the hall and just see him walking past the receptionist towards the door. He turns back to see me watching him, smiles and takes my panties out from his pocket, kisses them and them puts them back into his pocket as he walks out the door.

Confused, I go back to my desk and sit down. Tears are blurring my eyes. He had not said good bye or given me his phone number. I had no way to find him. It was then I looked down on my desk and saw he had left his number with the note to call him and underlined and in large print, DO NOT LOOSE THIS. 

I wiped my eyes and sat there thinking of my circumstances. Reality was coming back to me. This again was unprotected sex. If my reasoning was correct and if my birth control was not yet effective, I was possibly in a fertile period. I would need to contact the clinic and talk with the doctor there about what to do. At this point in my career, I could not get pregnant. I didn't even know this man. I was beginning to wonder if I knew myself. This was careless and stupid of me to act this way. 

I made the call and was told to come by the clinic and pick up the morning after pill and instructions. I had used it before and knew what to expect. I would stop by there on the way home.

Sitting there reflecting on what had taken place, I suddenly remembered I needed to clean up the supply closet. I walked there quickly and checked. Luckily no one had been there. It smelled like an orgy had taken place. Flicking on the light I saw the wet mess on the box, smiled at that and started to put the legal pads it contained on the shelf. We had had a delivery the day before thus all the boxes of legal pads, printer and copy paper. No one had unboxed them and put them on the shelves. Doing that I carried a few legal pads to my office, came back gathered up the empty boxes and carried them to the dumpster out side. I left the door open to air out the room.

I went back to my office and sat there. Unable to concentrate on my work I kept looking at his phone number thinking. Why did I have his number and he not ask for mine? It was like he had to be in control. I had to come to him and beg. I didn't like it. I didn't know him. Who was he, how old was he? I knew he wasn't older than me. He certainly didn't act like he was older. I generally went for the older mature men. We could be the same age or he could be younger. Younger was very possible, young and careless. What he did to me today was very careless and risky. We could have been caught. Then refusing to use a condom knowing it wasn't safe. Ignoring my pleading for him to stop and knowing there was no way I could stop him short of screaming and us being caught. Why was I putting myself into this situation? Why did I follow him and let him take me? Why did I want him so?

My thoughts were interrupted by my assistant when she came into my office with some of her research on our new client. She started to talk about what she had but I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying. After asking her the same question several times with her giving me puzzling looks, I finally gave up and told her I didn't have it in me right now to concentrate on the task and to try to get all of our research together and try to make some sense of it. I was going home and would see her tomorrow. 

With that I got up and left, stopping by the clinic to pick up what I needed from there. I had to do other shopping and stopped at a grocery store to buy some things for dinner and wine, I needed some good wine. At least shopping got my mind off of him and I didn't think of him until I got home. It was then I noticed I could smell myself. Damn, I hope now one else could smell me I told myself as I popped the cork on a bottle of wine and headed to the bath with it and a glass. 

It didn't take long to empty the first glass as I ran water into the tub and striped. I started on the second glass as I slipped into the hot water to soak and think about what had taken place today. Would I let this careless madness continue? Who was this guy and what the hell do I do with him?

When I finished this part of the story, Chapter 2, I was left with the question of how I explain who Michael is. So who would be better to explain Michael than Michael himself? He hesitated but after reading Fallen and my first 2 chapters of Michael, he agreed. 

Michael 

Chapter 3.

Who is Michael?

Years ago I had been the snotty nosed kid who lived down the road from the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. We were neighbors at the time on neighboring farms. It was just a 20 minute walk to her parent's farm. Her parents and my parents were friends and got together sometimes. We even had barbeques during the summers at each other's homes. She was 4 years older than me and I was 3 years behind her in school. She was a senior the year I became a freshman. She was always nice to me at the family gatherings but I didn't really exist. I didn't exist at school either. I was just that pimply faced kid that lived on the next farm and a freshman at the time. 

Sara and I were the youngest of the children in each family. I was a change of life baby and had two older brothers that already left home so I didn't learn much from them. Having no sisters, I really knew nothing about girls until I got older. She otherwise came from a large family and had sisters and brothers so I assume was quite educated on the differences between girls and boys. Because of our age differences though, I knew I didn't have a chance to get to know her. 

She didn't know I had a crush on her ever since I was old enough to know about girls. When I was in the 7th grade, I saw my first playboy and penthouse magazines. You know how that is, that's when you really understand what girls are for. Sure I knew about the birds and the bees and why animals have sex. After all I lived on a farm at the time but it didn't really dawn on me until I was educated by some of my friends. That's when my fantasies about her really started, about the time my testosterone was beginning to rage and my body started changing. 




Michael



I met Michael in grad school. He was a lawyer taking evening classes with my favorite professor and I was immediately attracted to him. He was an intelligent man with a strong athletic build and blonde hair that fell just to his shoulders. At first I wasn't sure if he was gay but he smiled when I looked at him and several times he held my gaze for several seconds. I was definitely interested.

We got to be close friends and one night he invited me out to dinner. We talked for a long time and finally he opened up.

"I'm really attracted to you," he said quietly. I was flattered that such a handsome and intelligent man would say that to me. "You're one of the most interesting men I've ever met and I love being with you. Would you come home with me and have a drink? I'd really like to get you know you better."

"I'm very attracted to you too, Michael," I said softly, looking onto his blue eyes. "You're very sexy and I'd like to be with you. I'd love to come home with you."

We drove to his condo holding hands all the way. I was very excited at having sex with Michael and by the time we got to his place we were both very turned on. We slowly undressed each other and he clearly wanted to take the lead. I had been both a bottom and a top depending on the moment but tonight I was very much in his hands.

I sighed as he ran his hands over my chest, which I've always enjoyed, and closed my eyes in pleasure as he pinched my nipples. He pinched them harder and the pain and pleasure gave me a strange thrill.

"You like that, do you, he asked, smiling at me." "Yes," I whispered. "Great, let me show you more." He laid me down on his bed and brought out a pair of nipple clamps. I was a little nervous at first as he placed a clamp on my nipple. "Just tell me when to stop," said with a smile. I did when the clamp was as tight as I could stand, and the thrill grew deeper. He put the other clamp on and I was in an ecstasy I never knew before. 

Michael was completely in charge. He smiled as he ran his large, strong hands over my body as I touched him too. "I felt like you were very sensual, and I love the way you're surrendering to me. It's so nice meeting a man that wants to get in touch with himself. Let me show you more, honey. Just put yourself in my hands"

I nodded my head and he brought out a piece of Liberator gear that he slid under me. The end rested under the edge of my ass and my legs were spread out, waiting for his big, hard cock. He then strapped my wrists to the side and I was completely in his control.

I had never so completely surrendered myself to a man and my heart was pounding. Michael began slowly lubing my asshole as I squirmed at the feeling of his fingers sliding all the way in. Combined with the pain and pleasure of the nipple clamps I was completely enjoying this new sensation. "Now the final touch," he said as he blindfolded me. "Give yourself to me completely," he whispered.

"Yes," I sighed as he began sliding his rock-hard cock into me. I could hear his heavy breathing as he eased into my aching asshole. I have always loved being fucked and I relaxed as I took him completely into me.

Michael ran his hands all over me as he began to fuck me harder and harder. I wrapped my legs around his body as he lubed my cock and stroked it slowly. I was so hard, so wanting to feel him cum in me. My pleasure grew as his big cock head shoved against my button. 

"Oh yea, fuck me baby," I cried. "Fuck me hard, fill me up." I was totally into the moment, pain and pleasure controlling me as he sighed in pleasure, fucking me harder and harder. I could feel him ready to cum so I relaxed and let the pleasure take me and came powerfully all over my belly, my asshole tightening around his cock. He slid all the way in and cried as he filled me with his hot load. I could feel the spurts as he came and tightened my legs around him as he came.

He slowly released me from my bondage and we used a towel to clean up. I never felt so completely drained and at peace after sex. Michael was drained too and as I lay back he took me in his strong arms, kissing my mouth, my face and my chest. I ran my fingers over his hot body as I lay in total peace.

"I never had a man do that to me," I whispered as I looked into his eyes and stroked his face. "I'm glad it was good for you, honey," he whispered back. "I love that you completely took over," I said, "I never surrendered like that before. I've never been so satisfied."

"I've been looking for man like you for so long, baby," he said, "a man so ready to please another man. I want to show you so much, and I know that you're ready to explore your submissive side."

"Well then," I said, looking into his eyes," let's begin." 



Michael



[i]The story is seen through the eyes of a lady who had suffered years of mental and physical abuse and was now to be sexually re-awakened.[/i]

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With my husband out of my life for good I decided to abstain from men for a while. My painful tormented loveless marriage was over and it was difficult to accept that not all men were wife-beaters. I had not had proper sex in five years (let alone made love) and I had become to associate the act with violence and abuse and froze at the thought of another man touching me. Sure I masturbated often - the need in me was as strong as it ever was before he suppressed it with his cruelty but I could not go the extra mile to become intimate again with a man. That was until I decided to get away from it all for a two week break in Africa.

I had always wanted to go on Safari, and now at the age of thirty-nine, I was free and affluent enough to do what I wanted for virtually the first time in my life. The opportunity arose and I grabbed it - I was determined not to be a weak useless woman - if I wanted something I was going to get it. I chose a two centre holiday - the first week in the African bush - under canvas (!), the second in a luxury beach hut on a virtually deserted resort on the Indian Ocean. The safari was fabulous, and even the lack of all mod cons couldn't detract from the magnificence of the animals on show in their natural habitat. However at the end of the week of waking before dawn and endless creepy crawlies I was ready for my week's relaxation in luxury.

The resort boasted a small but palatial complex of a dozen beach huts, a hotel of approximately twenty rooms, a bar, a restaurant, miles of white sand and the beautiful blue ocean. The food was fantastic, the staff friendly and helpful, persistently so, and the other guests were mainly there for the same reason I was - relaxing solitude, either as couples or singles. A young couple in the hut next to mine were on their honeymoon, they were friendly and polite......when they actually surfaced of a day, because by night all they wanted to do was fuck. What was I saying, night had nothing to do with it, all they wanted to do was fuck. Their first morning on the beach, when they thought I was reading, I caught her with her hand down his speedos wanking him to a fine erection, before they went for a dip in the sea where they cuddled in deeper water and he obviously impaled her there then. I amused myself in imagining she would wear his prick away to a stub, but they were in love and there was nothing wrong in their lust for each other. 

In fact I looked forward to bed time - I used to quite get off on hearing their sighs and her build to a screaming climax before he would moan in ecstasy as his orgasm flooded from him. The third night I watched them leave the bar and giving them ample time to get down to it, I wandered past their hut much nearer to their bedroom than was necessary. Sure enough, by the noises, they were already getting to grips with each other and I was nervously overjoyed to see that they hadn't completely closed the shutters to afford me quite a view of their antics. I watched with a gorgeous sexy tingle in my pussy as I found them in the classic 69 position, with her on top. They tongued and sucked noisily at each others sex and I'm not ashamed to say I lifted my short skirt in the darkness and frigged myself through my thin panties. It was delightful to watch as she stopped what she was doing to him and began whimpering and moaning louder and louder while pushing her pussy harder onto his features. He assisted her face fucking by holding onto her hips and arse to enable him to bring her off with a loud groan before she slumped onto him. 

He allowed her a few seconds to come back to earth before he stroked her back as a signal for her to get onto all fours. She duly obliged and I could clearly see his not overly large but certainly rock hard cock plunge into her up to the hilt causing her to grunt at each inward stroke. I could also hear her verbally encourage him to "Fuck her brains out" and also saw her reach between her legs to tickle his balls as he pistoned in and out. Suddenly she pulled away from him, span round and said "I want you to cum in my mouth". She then grabbed his cock and wanked him while going down and taking the bell end between her lips. He held her head quite tenderly as he suddenly jerked, involuntarily grunted and then obviously ejaculated. She lovingly swallowed his outpouring and then finally kissed him passionately as she knelt upright to cuddle him. 

My cunt was on fire and I slipped away to my hut to relieve my desire wondering whether they fancied a threesome. My brain was swamped with visions of his erect prick Oh not just fingers this night though - I needed something more, something to stretch my pussy so that I could imagine being fucked. I quickly grabbed a banana, pulled down my panties, laid down and easily pushed it all the way "home" such was the deluge of my natural lubrication. If anyone could see me now, masturbating with a banana, they would have thought I was mad. Frankly I didn't care - I was lost in lust and franticly fucked myself while caressing my clitty with my free hand. I convulsed several times and moaned out loud as I exploded to a glorious climax. As my pounding heart gradually slowed I withdrew my yellow "lover" and placed it back in the bowl, before retiring for the night. As I drifted off I realised that this young couple were reviving long suppressed memories of how beautiful sex was when I took lovers as a younger woman with no commitment but to the gratification that it provided. 

In the morning I awoke to a knock on the door.....

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Michael, Ma'am - I have fresh fruit for you today."

It was the young man who supplied the huts with fruit, coffee, fresh towels and other items.

"Hold on," I said and threw on a long T-shirt which just about covered my modesty, before letting him in.

"Good morning ma'am," he said brightl.y "How are you today?" 

"Fine thank you, Michael," I said turning away to return to the bedroom. He was a friendly chap, always smiling and genuinely pleased to help. He sang to himself as he replaced the fruit, I watched him through the half open door. He was only about eighteen, slightly built, his bright white smile a complete contrast to his ebony skin. As usual he wore only a pair of baggy shorts and I wondered what he thought of Westerners. He then came to the door and disturbed my daydream.

"Does the beautiful ma'am wish to keep her toy?" he asked holding the "used" banana to his nose, "the lovely white lady smell beautiful." He continued sniffing it with his eyes closed as if to block all other senses from detracting from his perceived enjoyment.

I was mortified - I could feel myself blushing with embarrassment ....

He then stared right at me and still smiling said, "I see my lovely lady last night - sad to see alone, beautiful lady no need to be alone. Michael make jig-a-jig make you cum pretty good. Michael plenty experienced, last long, long time, many, many white ladies take big cock. Make you cum pretty good."

With that he dropped his shorts to reveal a flaccid but enormous penis, his hand grasped the base of it to lift and point it at me as if to show it off further. "See, big cock please many ladies."

"Get out!" I shouted more in embarrassment than anger. 

"I come tonight - no-one see we make jig-a-jig, you cum pretty good."

"OUT!" I screamed and he went.

God I could've died, as I had spied on the honeymoon couple so I too had been spied upon. I tried to dismiss it but the vision of that wonderful cock kept coming back to me, as did his words - make jig-a-jig - make cum pretty good, oh and again that beautiful long black penis. Even through my unease at being seen last night I masturbated again imagining it stretching my pussy wide and nudging at the gateway to my womb, but this time I did it with the blinds tightly shut. 

I spent the rest of the day on the beach - just soaking up the sun and reading. My mind would not let the mental picture of his prick go and I got as horny as hell. It didn't help that the honeymooners were back in the ocean "cuddling" again, and my reading matter consisted of a Jackie Collins novel where everyone graphically humped everyone else. 

As the sun cooled I returned to my hut to shower and dress for dinner. I dismissed thoughts of Michael and his "many white ladies" - for god's sake he was little more than a boy - a boy perhaps but with a horse's cock. With all the recent sexy events I really did fancy a proper fuck now.. I had been denied for too long by a brute and denied myself through fear of repeat. However this holiday offered only one realistic target - a bit of a bore from France who up to now hadn't shown too much interest in me. But I needed a loving human touch and he would have to do. I donned my sexy black fishnet stockings matching garter belt and high legged black panties, no bra, white T-shirt and short pink cotton skirt. I felt damn sexy and really good about myself in fact I hadn't been this confident for years. 

Well the best laid plans of mice and men were cast to the four winds as my womanly wiles were rejected by my target who preferred a clandestine liaison with one of the "in your face" homosexual entertainers. I watched the honeymooners "retire" early again and amused myself by again wondering if they fancied a threesome. I finished my drink, went home to my hut and I resigned myself to another night of finger fucking to the sounds of Billy and Joanne making out. 

I reckoned without Michael...

Moments after I had locked up and started to strip for bed there came a tap at the door, I knew who it was immediately. Thoughts flooded my brain, correction, one thought flooded my brain - his cock, his long cock, his long black cock, his many white ladies, his jig-a-jig, his make cum pretty good long black cock. I pulled on my long black housecoat and opened the door to be greeted by his bright white knowing grin, I said nothing but stepped aside to allow him in. He turned to face me and held my hands. His beautiful smiling eyes met mine,

"Beautiful white lady not need banana tonight - Michael shower then make lady cum pretty good you see. Come pretty lady wash Michael's man cock, then we make jig-a-jig 'til you beg to stop."

He dropped his shorts on the way to the bathroom, stepped out of them and into the shower and without words started to wash away the exertions of his day as I was barely able to take my eyes from his gorgeous love muscle. I pulled down my soaking panties in anticipation.

"Pretty lady wash Michael's man cock, yes?"

Oh yes! - I took the soap from him and getting to my knees lathered plenty of soap around his prick and balls. I lovingly cleaned every square inch of his genital area, occasionally allowing my hands and fingers to stray over his arse cheeks and between them to caress his anus. God, but I wanted to see this weapon angry and so concentrated solely on his length. I was delighted to see how quickly it responded, and although not fully erect yet was easily eight inches long. 

I rinsed him off and just had to take him in my mouth - this cock was the first one I had willingly taken onto my tongue in five years - I just wanted to devour it.

I spent ages licking up and down the whole length rolling my tongue around the knob end, wanking him and sucking on it hoping to make him flood my mouth with his seed. I stroked his seemingly full balls and again caressed his anus. 

"White lady give good cock-sucking, but need jig-a-jig yes?"

"Oh yes!"

He sat on the edge of the bath and throwing off my house coat I straddled him standing up and lowered myself onto his fabulous missile. Even after his shower I was wetter than he was and he grinned as he looked up at me, occasionally teasing my nipples with his tongue. I was a wanton slut impaling my soaking vagina onto his cock. Suddenly and with strength that belied his thin frame he stood and lifted me up still joined and we fell onto the bed. He was on top of me now and in complete control.

"I fuck you good now my beautiful white lady, feel my cock stretch you, I make you cum real good."

I crushed him towards me wrapping my stocking clad legs around his hairless arse as if to lock him in place forever. I was grunting like a stuck pig as he thrust his meat in and out of me varying the speed and rhythm. 

"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fill me up Michael," I could scarcely believe I was actually talking dirty, "Make me cum real good!"

He was driving me into an absolute frenzy - I clawed at his back and arse to get even more of him inside me and then I climaxed, amidst a gorgeous spasm of sheer pleasure I climaxed, and I'm sure I ejaculated feeling the hot liquid running from me. He continued to pump away at me though, planting kisses on my face and neck and slowing his rhythm slightly bending to flick his lizard like tongue across my stiff nipples. 

He built up speed again and I barely came down from one orgasm before starting that wonderful path to another. This was no boy - he was literally a fucking superman. I heard screams from me that seemed like they belonged to someone else, my head floated, stupidly I thought of a line in a song about the rainfall on another planet and I knew exactly what she meant, and I came again. I needed him to complete the coup-de-gras, I needed the searing white heat of his semen inside me to complete my renaissance......

"Come Michael, give me your seed, please fill my womb up with it all!" I urged between my joyous moans.

He increased the pace of his wonderful stabbing, then slowed lifted himself up slightly to stare me directly in the eyes...

"Take my hot cum lady" he purred as one final full length injection caused the most fantastic rifling spurts of his love juice to pour into me, burning the hot honey walls of my pussy. I held him tightly, and reached as far down his back as I could to stroke his balls as if to make him give me the last few drops. My cunt throbbed in unison with his pulsating muscle, I squeezed him with it as if to keep him there forever, but he was not done with me just yet.

Disappointingly, he slowly withdrew and then kissed and tongued his way down my body to the centre of my well-fucked being. He began to lap at my saturated crotch and after a couple of minutes came back to kiss my mouth and flood it with his recycled sperm. I ground myself against his groin at this wonderful act and resolved to take his juice first hand next time. Meanwhile his re-awakened snake like prick nudged urgently against my pussy lips and yet again we were off on the heavenly ride to nowhere. Over the next three days he restored my faith in men and my desire for sex - my return to England would see a female on the hunt for cock.



Michael



My name's Gwen. I come from the typical broken home. Two parents who once loved each other and now have a hard time just being in the same room. They finally wised up earlier this year and divorced, finally putting to rest everyone's mental pain. And like every good divorced mommy and daddy, they began a competition to see who could buy my love first. 

Well Mom won the first round, buying me this awesome computer. Too bad I had to endure years of their childish fighting to finally end up with one. Then Daddy scored high, possibly throwing Mom out of the competition all together. I had my eye on this gorgeous, crystal blue Mustang, practically since I can remember. And what did I come home to find as a graduation present? You got it .... that gorgeous horse in my driveway. Daddy handed me the keys, and without realizing it, handed me keys to my sanity.

I would often get behind the wheel and escape to my own world. A place where no one was divorced, no one fought and no one put me in a tug of war just to prove they're still worthy of a title. It was my salvation and I thanked Daddy for it every chance I got. But one day, after returning home from one of my many fantasy getaways, Mom approached me.

"Ya know Gwen, I didn't buy that computer for it to just sit in your room collecting dust", she said.

"I know Mom, I get on it once in awhile", I lied, hoping to ease the tension.

"Well now that you've graduated from high school and all your friends are moving away, maybe you can use the computer to make new ones, instead of running off in that car every 5 minutes," she said.

"Yeah I'll think about it Mom," I said as I left her standing in the kitchen.

That night Mom left on one of her first "after the divorce" dates, finally leaving me with the quiet time I had been craving. As I sat in my room, undressing for my shower, my thoughts went back to the comment she had made earlier. Maybe she was right, maybe I could find some new friends online. So I tied the belt around my robe and sat down at my desk, just staring at this box with a blank screen.

I had no idea what to expect. Talking to people online was never something I had ever given much thought to. I had just wanted a computer to surf college and fashion sites. And maybe drop into Puddle of Mud's website and add to their huge girly girl fan mail list. So, needless to say, when I got to my homepage and saw all the different chatroom options, I was pretty reluctant. 

But realizing I had nothing better to do that night, I finally settled on a city chat for my town here in Florida. Everyone was very nice, many hello's and a few hey baby's, but nothing major. So I decided to just watch, at least until I got the hang of this whole "chatting" deal. Within minutes, some guy had whispered me, asking me for A/S/L. So I told him I was 18/F/FL. He wrote back that that was a coincidence because he was in Florida too. 

We quickly became fast friends, swapping stories and comical observations about the chatroom we had both been drawn to that night. After a brief pause, he asked me if I minded talking to older men. I replied back that age is just a number. He seemed very thrilled with that and told me he was 43, recently divorced, with one daughter and a job he hated. Jokingly I wrote back that he sounded like my dad. We both giggled and moved on.

The night quickly became early morning hours as I heard Mom return from her date. She stuck her head in for a second to tell me she was home and was going to bed. After a quick good night, I wrote back to my new friend that it was getting late and I should be going. We both made plans to meet back there that night. As I disconnected, I couldn't help but smile and be somewhat turned on. The thought of fucking an older man had always been one of my secret sexual fantasies. They had so much more to offer then these brain dead boys I had dated in the past.

The next night, as promised, we both met back in the same spot, once again, taking our secret place in the whisper box. This routine continued for weeks until we both decided it was finally time to meet. Time to put a person with the words. So we made plans to meet at my favorite restaurant for lunch. I don't know whether I was more excited or nervous. We had never exchanged pictures before so I had no idea what he even looked like. But I gave him my physical description so he wouldn't be totally lost.

As I sat there, scanning the many faces in the crowd, I suddenly spotted my dad, looking around, just as lost as I was. Quickly I ran over to him.

"Daddy!," I said, tapping on his shoulder.

"Oh hi babygirl, he said, nervously, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm meeting a friend for lunch," I answered.

"What a coincidence, so am I," he said, "Why don't we sit at the bar so we don't have to wait alone."

"Ok daddy," I answered.

I started off the conversation by asking him how he was enjoying the single life, was he dating, how was work .... things like that. He told me that he wasn't dating anyone at the moment but he had been talking to a woman on the internet and that he was meeting her here today. 

"Really?!?" I asked, "Now that IS a coincidence."

"How so?", he asked.

"Well I'm meeting someone I've been talking to online too."

Suddenly we both froze, then began laughing like two kids. Could it be? Could the man I've been talking to for weeks be my own father? How could I have not picked up on that? How could I have missed something so obvious?

I did not feel shame or embarrassment, for some reason, I felt just the opposite. I began to see my father in a whole new light. I could tell he was feeling the same thing. He began to stare at me like he had never done in the past. His eyes examined my body from head to toe.

"Where's your mother?", he asked.

"She's working today, she has a big case coming up," I answered.

"Does she know about this "date" you're on?" he asked, still staring at my tits which were now accented by my nipples poking proudly thru my t-shirt.

"Mom and I aren't close anymore daddy, things have changed."

Again there was a pause, but this time, no laughter. We just stared into each other's eyes as if we were trying to send unspoken messages. 

"Follow me," he said, getting up from the bar.

I followed him thru the crowded restaurant. 

"One second daddy," I said, "I need to use the ladie's room."

As I entered, I just stared at my reflection in the mirror. 

What was I about to do? Is this what I wanted to do?

Yes, I did. I wanted my father.

Just then the door slowly opened. It was my father. He peeked around, doing a quick once over of the small bathroom.

"You alone?", he asked me.

"I am," I answered.

He turned around once more to make sure no one saw him enter the bathroom, then slithered in like a snake zeroing in on its prey.

"Do you want this babygirl?", he asked me.

"Yes daddy," I whispered.

Within seconds, we were kissing. His hands wasted no time exploring my body, sliding up my shirt and fondling my young, sensitive tits. Rolling and pinching my nipples in his fingers while we kissed, our tongues and lips dancing in a wild frenzy.

Our heavy breaths bounced off the walls of the tiny bathroom as I reached down and began rubbing his cock, which was pretty stiff already.

He took my hand and led me into the bathroom stall, facing me to the wall while he pressed his body into my back. His cock felt like a hard ruler pressing into my ass cheeks. 

"This is the perfect time for you to be wearing a dress babygirl," he moaned, sliding my sundress up to my hips.

He wasted no time sliding my white cotton panties down to my knees and licking his finger to tease my asshole. I shook a bit, never having felt a man touch me there before.

I could feel my pussy ache in anticipation. My juices were already seaping out of me, wetting my thighs.

Slowly he slid his thick finger into my asshole, mmm I could feel the walls seperate then come back to swallow his finger. 

With rapid, but steady rhythm he began pumping his finger in and out faster, pushing my body forward as I grabbed the back of the toilet for support.

"Bend over a bit more baby," he whispered.

I could hear him unzipping his pants, then the swoosh sound as they hit the floor around his ankles. 

I was so nervous, yet so fucking hot at this point. All I could think of was having my daddy's cock inside me.

Just then, I felt something hitting my ass cheeks. It was daddy's cock.

"Baby, wet your hand and stroke daddy's meat, get it wet for him," he instructed.

Doing just as I was told to do, I reached behind me and began stroking his cock, wetting it, preparing it.

"Mmm, that's good baby," he moaned.

"Daddy's gonna fuck you now," he said as he slowly slid his cock tip into my asshole.

Oh god, it was a feeling I had never felt before. A seductive mixture of pain and pleasure. I moaned a little as daddy inched his cock in further, once again, seperating my walls.

Finally, he was completely inside my ass, mmmm I felt every vein as it throbbed, massaging my walls. Slowly he started pumping me, grasping my hips.

His grunts and moans drove me wild and louder moans escaped my lips.

This made him thrust faster, making his tight nutsack smack my pussy lips.

Each time he thrust, his nutsack would glide over my clit, making it buzz. Oh god I wanted him in my pussy, I wanted his cock to pop my cherry.

I guess he read my mind cause just as quickly as he had taken my ass, he was now taking my pussy. Not caring about being slow or gentle, mmmmm he just wanted me as much as I wanted him. 

His hands roamed up underneath me, rubbing and molesting my tits as he spread my pussy. He used my perky breasts as handles to push him in further. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain, then a warm sensation. Daddy had popped my cherry! Another moan escaped my lips as I held on tightly to the back of the toilet. My young body being jerked back and forth as daddy pumped me.

His grip on my tits got tighter, his moans became louder, bouncing off the walls.

I reached down and began rubbing my clit, faster and harder, matching daddy's thrusts. 

"Oh baby!!," he moaned, "Daddy's gonna fill his little girl up!"

"Mmmm, c'mon baby, make daddy fill you up!!"

I began tightening my grip around his cock, then releasing, milking him.

"Oh fuck!!!!" he screamed, "I'm cumminggggggg baby!!"

His moans sent me over the edge. My screams matched his moans as I came all over his cock and my fingers. Our cum mixed together as we slid over the edge and beyond.

I could still feel his cock throbbing, and my pussy was still contracting, still milking daddy for every drop he had.

Slowly everything began to settle down and daddy gently withdrew from me, kissing my back and gently rubbing my nipples before standing up and sliding his pants back up.

His gentle hands helped me pull my panties back up, kissing my ass cheek and pulling my dress back down.

I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around him, kissing him seductively. Allowing my tongue to flick his bottom lip before we exited the bathroom stall. 

I stood there, fixing my hair and reapplying my lipstick as daddy watched me.

"You're so beautiful Gwen," he said, smiling.

"Thank you daddy, I love you."

"Daddy loves you too baby," he said, opening the door for us.

We left the restaurant unnoticed among the afternoon chatters and waiters.

As he walked me out to my car, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. We both smiled knowing that our relationship had been changed forever.

"I'll talk to you tonight baby, same time, same place," he said.

As I drove off I giggled a little thinking I really should get Mom a thank you card for getting me the computer.



Michael



This is the story of my first and only time, best as I remember it. The names have been changed.

Michael was the former fiancée of a girl I once dated, Jill. Michael and Jill had broken off their engagement when he admitted his sexuality to her, and himself (on the other hand, Jill and I broke up because she was a screaming harpy). Although they say that there's no way to tell from the outside, Michael seemed perfectly obvious to me, in his mannerisms. Maybe now that he was 'out', or at least more comfortable with his sexuality, he wasn't afraid to show it. He was around 5'8", naturally blonde, had a ruddy complexion and a developed physique - not "cut" but it was obvious that he had a very physical job. Light construction, I think I was. 

Michael and I were at a get-together that our mutual former girlfriend had thrown. As the party wound down to the wee hours, Michael and I were the only ones left there. Jill had gone to bed and one of her friends crashed on the couch. This was a chance I had waited for. I had fantasized about being with a man since I was a teen. I had had several girlfriends and loved having sex with them, yada yada yada, same old story. Reality loves a cliché I suppose. 

Michael said he had to get home; I said, "Hey, you wanna get some breakfast or something"? 

"Well maybe, but I'm broke."

"I'll buy, I really don't feel like going to sleep yet." We walked outside to our cars, and I asked David if he was seeing anybody. He said no, it had been a month since he had been with anyone. With my heart pounding, I asked, "Would you like to come home with me?" 

"Sure," he said blankly, as if the sudden turn of luck wiped his mind otherwise blank. I had not given any previous indication to him that I might be interested in men, so he asked, "Are you sure?" 

"Yes," I said, breathless and hoping that momentum would carry this through, if nothing else would.

I drove us to my basement apartment, in downtown. I remember being so nervous about this, that I asked him to hold my hand during the ride. We arrived, and quietly slipped in the door. It's 3 or 4 in the morning and the last thing I wanted was to have any of the neighbors waking up to find me bringing a man home. I didn't turn on any lights; the streetlamp through the blinds made it just light enough in my one-roomer. He was already taking off his shirt when I came up and kissed him, one arm snaking around his back and one hand rubbing the front of his jeans. I wouldn't normally be so direct, and certainly I wanted this experience to last, but nervous energy propelled me forward.

We moved around to sit on the side of the bed, still kissing, and I reached for David's belt. I was fumbling so badly that he just stood up and undid it himself, followed by his jeans. He then took off his underwear, leaving himself naked in front of me. There was no turning back now. I got up and undressed. I sat back down next to him on the bed, kissing him and fondling his cock.

People usually tell of how this next moment in their lives would be a defining one; life-changing. It wasn't for me. Yes, I was still very excited to be in this room, with this man, in this state of undress. But I think I was also hoping for a monster of a cock to suck on, something that would make my years of curiosity well-rewarded. Instead, he seemed quite small, like I was, and peculiarly curved to boot. 

Not that it mattered much at the time. I quickly broke away from our kiss, slid to the floor, and knelt in front of his reclining body to take him in my mouth. After only a few moments, he started to make the sounds that signaled an imminent climax. Although I wanted my first taste of another man's semen to be among the experiences of the night, I was afraid that if I did that, he might be finished for the evening. I wanted more. 

I got onto the bed and laid back, offering myself to him. I was desperate for him. He put his face between legs and nibbled on my scrotum, kissed my cock. Then, he began to move his lips downward, move my cheeks apart and lick my rosebud. I hadn't expected that; this being my first time with a man, I guess I couldn't have. But I was glad he did. It felt so good to have his tongue against my fleshy hole, to feel it wiggle inward. I was also quite glad that I'd showered before that party. 

He then moved his body upward. He took my legs into his hands and held them up. I took the cue and held onto my legs to steady them. God, I wanted him. I wanted this. He guided himself inside me, slowly. There wasn't any pain that I remember, but then Michael wasn't large. He began moving forward into me - my fantasy was coming true. I wasn't really limber enough to allow him to kiss me while he was inside me this way, but I wanted it. I'm a romantic at heart, although looking back, this wasn't about romance. 

It wasn't long at all before he started making that noise again, the one that meant that this part of our shared night would soon be over. Hoping to make the most of it, I breathed the first coherent words of our encounter: "come on baby, come inside me". He pushed a little further toward me...I felt him twitch inside me...and he was done. As he panted and slid his torso closer to mine, he kissed me, and slipped out of me. I pulled him close, and cuddled with him. 

I asked, "Was it good for you?"

"Oh yeah", he said, slowly and emphatically.

I knew it was 'my turn' now. We tried several positions, with little success. Each one seemed more awkward than the last: missionary, doggie style, cowgirl. We spent the most time on the last one, David riding me as he leaned back for more friction (remember, I mentioned that I'm not large in that department). Finally, I had to admit to him that I wasn't really feeling much from this. He suggested that he take me in his mouth. I went to the bathroom to clean myself off a bit, and returned to the bed. I laid back and was quickly engulfed by Michael's waiting lips. He relished having his first cock in weeks, and lavished me with his tongue. He was very good at it. Eventually, I made that familiar noise...and he easily took all my fluid down his throat. He continued to use his mouth on me, making sure that there was no evidence remaining. 

After we dressed, I drove Michael to his car, which was still at Jill's house. I asked if I could call him in the future - "maybe practice makes perfect?" I offered - and he said yes, he was in the book.

Remember how I'd said that another friend of Jill's was sleeping on the couch? He was awake enough to hear us talking about going out together. Knowing that Michael was gay, it could only mean one thing about me, too. Well, Jill, who had already been surprised by a boyfriend who was gay, couldn't take a former boyfriend that was suddenly bisexual. She grilled Michael, and he told the story. They even compared notes and agreed that I was a bit on the small side. The nerve.

I never called Michael. I wasn't angry at his betrayal or anything; I just hoped that making this look like a one-time thing would keep Jill quiet. I would've like to have explore a little more of this side of my sexuality with Michael. But, it's been over a decade since I brought him back to my apartment. And there's never been anyone else. 



Michael



A few years ago, my husband and I honeymooned on St. Martin, where we had an unbelievable experience. 

There are several nude beaches on St. Martin, the most well-known being Club Orient on the French side of the island. But on the Dutch side, Cupecoy Beach is very secluded, accessible only by a steep, rocky path, well off the nearest dirt road. There is a lot of privacy and people routinely go naked there. It also is a great place for sex on the beach.

We walked down the beach to an area of several shallow caves (actually, more like indentations in the cliff) by the sea. We had noticed several other couples on the beach were totally nude, so we took off our bathing suits and lay in the sand in one of the caves.

We were horny all week and when we realized we were not in view of anyone, we began caressing one another. We soon became aroused and were talking quietly about how far we dared take matters on the beach. My husband playfully suggested that I sit on his erect penis, both of us facing the water. I did. 

We had been in that position a minute or two, when a beautiful black man with the longest soft penis I have ever seen suddenly walked in front of us. He smiled, stopped, and asked how we were doing. We were terribly embarrassed, and I think my husband said something like, "just enjoying the beach." I didn't get off his lap, because I didn't know what might happen if the man saw my husband’s erection and knew we were fucking. In retrospect, that was stupid, because I’m sure it was quite evident what we were doing!

As we later discovered in talking with him, his name was Michael, a 35-year-old native of St. Martin and a manager at a car rental company on the island. He looked at least 10 years younger and had a gorgeous, slender, dark-brown body with an incredible penis and a completely uninhibited attitude about it. I wish we had thought to take his picture – I’m sure he would have let us – so I could show you, but I swear he really was like I’m about to tell you.

We were stunned by the length of his cock, which was like nothing I’ve ever seen. It swung back and forth like a pendulum when he walked and seemed to hang half-way down his thighs. He smiled at us and walked past, out of sight. The beach is crescent-shaped and the shallow caves are visible from the beach, but not from each other. We were in one of these indentations and Michael evidently went into another one just beyond our view.

We both were really turned on by the excitement of fucking in front of this guy, and by the size of his cock. My husband quickly came inside me, and I also had a strong orgasm and rolled off him just as Michael re-emerged and ran down to the water.

His cock was semi-erect and longer than when we had first seen him. I’m sure he was masturbating in one of the caves. He played in the water for a few minutes, then ran back up the beach and out of our vision. He repeated this several times, and each time his penis was in various states of arousal.

It was a typically hot Caribbean day and my husband and I soon decided to cool off (and wash off from our love-making) in the ocean. While in the water, we struck up a conversation with Michael, who was very friendly and proficient in English. After 15-20 minutes, we headed back to our sheet. Michael followed us and, uninvited, sat down beside us.

I thought that was a little bold, but we continued to chat amiably. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock, which was soft, but enormous. It was so long that when he leaned back on his elbows, his penis literally folded over on itself. In other words, it was lying back against his abdomen, but bent in the middle so that the tip was pointing toward his feet. 

Soon, he began playing with himself. He was totally unself-conscious, as if masturbating in public was as natural as shaking hands. As he stroked, stretched, and squeezed himself, his penis grew. Its head was bulbous and huge and much pinker – almost red – compared to the chocolate shaft. I was – and am when I think about it now – utterly amazed.

Although I tried to act nonchalant, I’m sure I was staring at his cock. I couldn’t help it. My husband, too, was transfixed and he finally gestured toward Michael’s cock and said what we’d both been thinking: “I’m sure you’ve been told this before, but that’s quite an impressive tool you have there, Michael. I’ve never seen one that big.”

Michael smiled, continued to play with himself, and replied: “I know. My wife calls it ‘The Monster.’ She says it excites her and scares her at the same time.”

“I understand what she means,” I said. “It’s intimidating, but I have to admit I’m fascinated by it.” I wanted to say it made me hot as hell, but I was afraid to. What Michael said next made me shiver with anticipation.

“Would you like to feel it?” he asked. 

I looked at my husband who shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “It’s OK with me.” When I looked back at Michael, he had moved closer to me and was holding his cock toward me like an offering.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” I asked, knowing that was a stupid question, because he’d been displaying himself to us for more than a half-hour.

“I’m sure,” he smiled. “People always want to see what it feels like.” I realized then that entertaining tourists on this beach probably was a regular gig for Michael. He obviously knew he had something exotic and derived great pleasure – both sexual and personal - from displaying it. 

I gripped his penis about half-way down the shaft. It was so thick that I couldn’t touch my thumb to my index finger! Michael smiled and said: “Go ahead and play with it.”

I squeezed and stroked it until I was pretty sure it was at its maximum length. Then, I measured it by placing one hand around it at the base, the other on top of it, and so on to the tip. It was nearly four “fists” long. Later, I measured my hand at 3 ½ inches. So, Michael’s erect cock was about 14” long!

I looked at my husband and saw that his cock also was hard. He obviously was turned on by what I was doing with Michael. I also was very aroused. Although we both had come less than an hour ago, we were extremely horny (we were on our honeymoon, after all!)

Michael, who was polite and never threatening the whole time, asked if we were interested in a threesome. My husband explained that, because we didn’t know him and were concerned about STDs, we would be willing to play, but no penetration of any kind. Michael obviously was disappointed, but agreed to the limitations.

Michael and my husband lay down next to each other and I gave each of them a hand-job, one with each of my hands. My husband has a pretty large cock - about 4 inches long soft and 8” erect – but next to Michael’s monster, it looked small!

The men took turns playing with my clit, which was as hard as a rock and soaking wet. After a few minutes, my husband suggested that he and I fuck, while I continued to masturbate Michael. After some awkward shifting around, we ended up like this: I was on my back, with my legs over my husband’s shoulders and Michael was kneeling beside us. That way, we all could see each other and the effect was tremendously erotic.

I was on fire and came quickly, a long, shuddering orgasm that seemed to go on forever. My husband wasn’t far behind, shooting a heavy load into me. Michael’s cock was incredibly long and thick and seemed about to burst. But he had tremendous staying power and I stroked him for another 10 minutes or more, until he finally erupted in an orgasm that shot cum in a high arc into the sand.

After we all washed off in the water, we said our good-byes and my husband and I returned to our hotel room, where we immediately ripped off each other’s clothes and went at it again. We must have fucked a dozen times in the next few days. Even now, when we talk about our experience on Cupecoy Beach, we get so turned on we find a place to fuck as soon as possible.