0 comments/ 9135 views/ 0 favorites Motel By: Nick W We had known each other for months by the time we actually met face to face. By this time there had been the almost daily exchanges of erotic correspondence, followed by the trading of photos showing how aroused we were by each others' words. There had been many telephone conversations, which invariably ended with both of us masturbating, each listening to the other's fantasies, voice, breath. The way you sounded at orgasm never failed to bring on my ejaculation. When we did meet at the motel, we decided to play, at least this first time, by the same rules that had bound us up to this time - after all, we had never touched, never kissed, never held each other. In this way, each of us could preserve a feeble semblance of fidelity - we could do anything but touch each other. But that didn't mean I didn't have plenty of ideas of what we could do. Standing on opposite sides of the bed, we began to unbutton our shirts, me slipping mine off to reveal my shoulders and chest, yours falling to the floor to reveal your brassiere that held the fullness of your breasts that I had so often longed to see. You sensed my excitement and slowly reached back to unclasp your bra, and you carefully slid it off your body, showing me little bit by bit more of your breasts until finally your nipples came into view. They were already hardened; you put your hand to your mouth, finding some saliva and then stroking it over one of your nipples, massaging, tugging with your fingers. "That's me, baby," I said to you. "Just think of it as my fingers touching you like that..." Your breath quickened as you pinched your nipples hard between your fingers. I could hear the arousal in your voice as you ask me to get undressed all the way for you, to show you what you've been dreaming about all this time. The sound of my zipper is loud in the room, and you watch intently as I slowly lower my pants. As you watch me, you feel yourself getting damp, your heart pounding beneath your breasts, which rise and fall with each breath you take. You slip the buttons of your skirt loose, letting it drop to the floor. Your fingers graze your pussy as you watch my pants slide down my legs, revealing the hard bulge in my boxers. Seeing your skirt slip off your body onto the floor -- revealing the skin of your stomach, the curve of your hips, the softness of your thighs -- I tug at the waistband of my boxers, indeed I have to pull it out some distance to be able to draw the garment out to clear my erection, which then becomes visible to you -- my cock jutting upwards from my hips -- you first notice the swollen bulb at the end, engorged with blood it is nearly purple; then your eyes trace downwards to my shaft -- you can see clearly the lattice of veins along the stalk, and the tube that runs along the underside of my shaft -- the tube through which my semen will travel as it is urgently propelled out of me. You notice how my entire cock bobs up and down -- literally reflecting the beats of my heart, which pounds hard in my chest given my proximity to you. And your eyes travel down to the wrinkled skin of my scrotum, lying in folds around the base of my cock, and the bulges of my two balls that hang inside. You kneel down in front of me, your face inches away -- "Don't," I say abruptly, "don't forget our rules -- no touching." And you smile up at me then close your eyes and inhale -- taking in that special scent of male genitals -- it makes you gasp and you look around, confused as to what to do next -- you get up and sit on the edge of the bed, overwhelmed by your desire, flustered at your inability to taste it fully. "It's your turn now," I gently remind you. And you lay back on the bed and slowly, oh so slowly, ease your panties down over your hips, showing first your pubic hair and then I can see, nestled within it, your outer lips -- they seem swollen already -- and then I notice your inner lips protruding between them. And I notice the first hint of your scent in the air. Now it's my turn to gasp... I'm glad you did what you did -- it's just what I wanted you to do -- you pull your legs apart and you come open -- ahh, I can hear that sucking sound, the air rushing into you and pushing air from inside you out into the room -- I inhale and can smell you, smell deep within you, the smell is deep, musky, warm.... And yes I am stroking my cock now, my fist sliding up and down the shaft, and on the upswing my fingers glide up over the head, then back down, my hand serving as a pussy of sorts, as I stand over you, your legs spread wide to show me as you play with yourself, as you slip your finger inside and bringing your moisture out, rubbing your shiny wet finger over your clit. My cock is enormously hard now and I am very aroused, my breathing deep and rapid. You show me so well. Your legs pulled up to your sides, leaving your gaping pussy there before me, your pubic hair matted with your own wetness, your pussy lips spread open, your throbbing clit visible to me as your fingers slide down the side of your clit and up again -- your breath catches. I bend down over you and you can feel my breath warm on your swollen wet pussy, and I can feel your heat, smell you -- my lips extend towards you -- but -- no -- I mustn't -- and I reach down to pick up your panties that you had dropped to the floor. I brush them lightly against my scrotum -- so sensitive there, the touch of the fabric on the wrinkled pink skin -- my balls lift up against my body in response, signaling at the same time my intense arousal and that my ejaculation is near. I lift your panties to my face, touching the crotch of them to my lips -- my lips now touching where your pussy lips so recently have been -- I can just taste you so lightly, my tongue flicks out to lap the remnants of your secretions, I bury my nose in the fabric, inhaling your odor as I gaze down at your fingering yourself -- and this, this is too much for me and my hips begin to buck at the empty air between us, my body humping up in an involuntary spasm -- I quickly take your panties from my face and wrap them around my cock -- just as the hot liquid pooling at the base of my cock travels up the shaft -- it feels like liquid pleasure as it rises up and then I squeeze, hard and it spurts out of me, filling the crotch of your panties as I look down at your face -- you are watching me come, and I call out hard as I ejaculate once, twice, three, four times into your panties, before the intensity of the spasms begins to subside, and they still come, more gently now, my sperm flowing out of me into the fabric. I drop your panties from my hand and they land on your belly -- the first thing you feel is the warm wetness of my semen against your body. Urgently, you reach for your panties and rub them over yourself, smearing my sperm through your pubic hair, over your labia, over your clit, and then you feel, you feel the need to be filled up inside, and you take the cum soaked crotch of your panties and push it against your opening, your fingers pushing inside you, pushing the crotch of your panties up inside you until you are stuffed with the entire crotch of your panties -- I can see them hanging out of you, your pussy lips clasping them, your hand stroking over your hairy thatch, fingers flicking your clit and your hips begin to rise off the bed. I am watching you so closely, and even though I have just come, my cock begins again to grow stiff -- I've never seen anything so stimulating, never recovered so quickly before -- and there I am hard again, jacking myself off over you as your cries become louder and quicker now, your fingers clutching at yourself, pushing inside yourself, stroking over yourself until the waves of your orgasm overcome you at last like the surf of the ocean and you cry my name out breathlessly, your hips bucking against your hand -- they only buck harder as you see that I've now ejaculated again -- my semen flying out of me and landing on your pussy, emptying my balls onto you, soaking you as you rub your frantic fingers over yourself, rubbing my sperm into yourself, taking it inside yourself on your fingers and finally, once we have both finished, sliding your fingers out of yourself and up to your mouth, inserting them inside your lips and tasting our mingled fluids... The next time, I promise, will be inside you. Motel Un jour, j'eus la surprise de recevoir, en héritage, un Motel dans le sud de la France. Cela me venait d'un cousin très éloigné avec qui j'avais eus une aventure. Il avait 20 ans de plus que moi, mais il avait été tendre et bon amant. Notre aventure s'arrêta le jour ou sa femme revint de l'hôpital. Elle était gravement malade et notre aventure avait du lui faire du bien dans son chagrin. Elle mourut 2 mois plus tard. Je le consolais une dernière fois sur le canapé du salon le soir de l'enterrement. On ne se revit pas, lui préférant garder un bon souvenir de sa femme et de moi. L'annonce de sa mort me rendit mélancolique toute la journée. Je ne savais pas sur le moment ce que j'allais faire de ce motel. Je réfléchie pendant une semaine sur ce que j'allais faire. Mon métier de photographe me laissait du temps afin de m'occuper de ce Motel. Un jour de Juin, je descendis prendre possession des lieux. C'était un motel semblable à ceux que l'on trouve aux Etats-Unis. Cela avait été son rêve et il l'avait réalisé à la mort de sa femme, permettant ainsi de repartir sur de nouvelle base. Le notaire me donna les clés et les livres de comptes. Je les épluchais et constatais que ce n'était pas mirifique. On était éloigné de l'autoroute bien que sur une grande nationale. Il travaillait beaucoup avec des vrp et des routiers. Dans le coffre, je trouvais des photos de sa femme, ainsi que de moi prise au lit à notre insu. Sa femme avait été une très belle femme et me ressemblait un peu d'où la passion qui nous a emporté. Il y en avait d'autre au bord d'un lac de sa femme. Elle acceptait de se faire photographier nue et mon cousin avait du talent. Il y avait d'autre nue de femme, aussi belle les une que les autre et de moi. Je fis un album et les rangeais en souvenir. Je fis le tour du propriétaire et entamais quelques travaux avant la réouverture. Les clients habituels revinrent. J'étais obligée de casser les prix afin de garder un peu de clientèle. Je laissais de temps en temps le Motel en gérance à une femme qui avait bien connut mon cousin (elle était dans le lot des photos), le temps que je monte à Paris pour quelques séances de photos. Celles-ci m'étaient d'un grand secoure en fin de mois. Mon affaire commença à prendre de l'ampleur au mois d'Août, grâce à une personne de passage. Un homme de 50 ans s'arrêta un soir début Août et pris une chambre. Un ami lui avait parlé du Motel et de sa charmante directrice. Ce n'était pas un canon de la beauté, avec son crâne dégarni et son petit ventre, mais la façon dont il me déshabillait du regard me mis mal à l'aise. Il rejoignit sa chambre à mon grand soulagement. Il faisait si chaud que je ne portais qu'un string blanc sous a robe d'été. J'étais tranquillement assise derrière le comptoir regardant une redif d'un feuilleton lorsque celui-ci revint à l'accueil. - Tout va bien mademoiselle? » - Oui! Et vous! Pas de problème? » - Aucun mise à part que je m'ennuie. J'aimerais avoir un peu de compagnie. » me dit il d'un air entendu. - Pardon! » - Ben oui, quelqu'un avec qui discuter et peut être plus. » me dit il avec un clin d'œil. Il cherchait une pute le saleau. - Il n'y a pas de ça ici, monsieur! » lui dis je interloqué. - Je peux payer 5000 f si il le faut. » - Je suis désolée monsieur! » Il quitta la pièce et sur le pas de la porte il me dit. - Réfléchissez mademoiselle! 5000 f pour un peu de tendresse! Ma porte reste ouverte! » Il me laissa, moi envahi de doute. Je n'allais pas céder à ce saleau et pourtant 5000 f, ce n'était pas rien. J'avais déjà couché avec des hommes que j'aimais pas pour rien, que par amour pour un certain amant de l'époque. Lui n'était pas pire que les autres, moins aviné surtout. A10h je fermais le motel. Sur le chemin menant à ma maison, je vis de la lumière chez lui. Je pris une douche et alors que je me séchais, je vis qu'il ne dormait toujours pas. 5000 balles, merde, pour un peu de tendresse. Je renfilais mon string, ma robe et sortis comme un automate. Je m'arrêtais près de sa porte le cœur battant. Comme dans un rêve je frappais la porte. - Entrez! » entendis je. J'entrais dans la chambre. La porte n'était pas fermée. Je la bouclais derrière moi. J'entendais la douche couler. Il y avait une liasse de billet sur la commode. Je ne savais quoi dire. - J'ai vu de la lumière et je me suis demandée si il y avait un problème. »lui dis je malgré moi. La douche s'arrêta de couler et je l'entendis sortir. - Plus maintenant! »dit il en sortant de la salle de bain le bassin drapé dans une serviette. « Whisky ma chère? » Pourquoi pas. Il me fallait un peu de courage pour sauter le pas. Il me tendit un verre. - Venez dans la lumière que je vous vois un peu mieux! » La lumière de la table de chevet lui dévoilerait ainsi mon intimité à travers ma robe. Je lui obéis et écartais légèrement mes jambes - Humm. Tout ceci est merveilleux. Vous ne savez pas le plaisir que vous me faites. » Il tapota le lit près de lui. « Venez près de moi que l'on parle un peu ma belle. » On se mit à discuter et je finis par trouver sa conversation intéressante. J'étais maintenant tout à fait détendu, surtout grâce au troisième verre de whisky. Pendant tout ce temps là, je n'avais pas remarqué la bosse sous la serviette. Je finis parla voir. Je n'étais pas là que pour l'écouter parler. Il était temps de gagner un peu d'argent. Je posais le verre que je venais de boire d'un coup sec. Je déboutonnais quelques boutons dans le bas de ma robe et croisais mes jambes dévoilant ma peau douce le plus haut possible. Ses yeux roulèrent dans leurs orbites et je vis la bosse tressaillir. J'avançais une main tremblante vers celle-ci et quand je la touchais, je le vis trembler de tout son être. Je caressais doucement la bosse à travers le tissu de la serviette. Des mains tremblantes déboutonnèrent le haut de ma robe dévoilant ma poitrine généreuse. Il se mit à la pétrir avec douceur. Cela faisait longtemps que des mains autres que les miennes, ne les avaient pétris. Je soupirais de bien être. Je tirais alors sur la serviette dévoilant son pénis arrogant. Je le branlais alors qu'il me léchait les seins en grognant. Il avait une taille dans la moyenne. Je mouillais comme une folle. Il grogna plus quand il s'en rendit compte en glissant un doigt sur mon string au niveau de mon pistil. Je gémissais sous sa langue et son doigt. Il n'y avait pas d'autre alternative. Il devait me baiser maintenant. Je me levais, et retirais ma robe et mon string. Il se passa un préservatif. Je souhaitais le chevaucher en premier. Je le poussais en arrière et grimpais sur lui. Je guidais son pénis en moi. Cela me changea du godemiché et du vibromasseur. Il me prit les seins alors que je me lançais dans une furieuse cavalcade. Cela faisait trois mois que je n'avais fait l'amour avec un homme et je me donnais à fond. Je jouis une première fois. Il me fit basculer sur le lit. Je compris qu'il désirait me prendre en levrette. Je m'agenouillais et me laissais prendre ainsi comme une chienne en chaleur, ce que j'étais devenus. Je jouis à nouveau. J'avais un excellent amant sous la main, malgré son ventre et sa calvitie. Je sentis qu'il jouissait à son tour. Notre étreinte fut rompu. On était tous les deux sur le dos, reprenant notre souffle. Je vis que son sexe n'avait pas encore perdu de son ardeur. Je le pris dans ma main et le caressais. - Ho, quelle cochonne tu fais? Jamais je ne l'aurais cru en te voyant derrière ton comptoir. » - Je veux encore sentir ta bite en moi! » lui dis je en le regardant et en léchant mes lèvres. Ce fut moi qui lui passa son préservatif et je l'accueillit entre mes cuisses et mes bras. Il me pourfendit avec vigueur. Il jouit et s'endormit. Je récupérais mes vêtements et le quittais en oubliant de prendre mon dû. J'étais rouge comme un pivoine lorsqu'il vint me payer la chambre le lendemain. - Bien dormit monsieur? » - Excellemment. Il y a longtemps que je n'avais pris un aussi bon somnifère. » - J'en suis heureuse pour vous. » Il me paya la chambre et me tendis une enveloppe bien fournit. - Vous avez oublié votre dû hier soir. J'y ai rajouté un plus pour le service. Je ferais de la publicité pour votre établissement et je reviendrais pour les charmes de la patronne. » Il me fit le baise main et quitta la pièce le cœur léger tout comme moi dans la nuit. J'avais eu 1000 f de plus. Je ne l'ai pas cru lorsqu'il m'avait annoncé qu'il me ferait de la pub. Je gardais un bon souvenir de son passage et cela me suffisait. J'avais matière à fantasme lorsque je me retrouvais seule le soir avec mon godemiché. Une semaine plus tard, je commençais à recevoir des réservations. L'homme m'appela et me demanda comment cela se passait. C'était extraordinaire. J'avais du monde tous les soirs. Il me dit que certaine personne me demanderait un petit supplément pour un tarif moindre que le sien. Il leur avait vanté mes mérites. J'hésitais un peu et me finit par me résoudre. Cela mettrait du beurre dans les épinards. Je me mis donc à avoir régulièrement des amants. Il y avait un tarif de base, mais il me donnait toujours un plus. Avec l'argent que je gagnais, je m'achetais une nouvelle voiture, pas trop tape à l'œil, des vêtements et un peu de lingerie qui plaisait beaucoup à mes clients. Le must restait le string et le porte-jarretelles. Certains préféraient me regarder me caresser et me masturber avec mon godemiché ou mon vibromasseur. Ils se masturbaient comme des furieux me regardant jouir sans qu'il n'y ai de contact entre nous. Un jour, une femme magnifique arriva. Elle me prit une chambre. Cela faisait quinze jours que je n'avais usé de mes charmes. Cela me donnait un peu de répit. Même si je suis une femme, je ne pus m'empêcher de regarder ses fesses moulées dans son jean lorsqu'elle quitta la réception. En la voyant, je revis ma copine Nathalie avec qui j'avais eu ma seule aventure saphique. Une fois que j'eus bouclé la réception, j'allais prendre un bon bain dans mes appartement. Il y avait encore de la lumière chez la femme. Dans l'eau du bain, je me remémorais mon aventure avec Nathalie, d'abord fait de chaste baisé, puis de soupe de langues passionnée et un soir de révision, on s'était mutuellement caressée et branlée afin de faire tomber la tension. Ce fut ma seule expérience saphique et plusieurs fois j'avais rêvé d'elle en voyant un couple de fille se caresser et se lécher. J'avais souvent fait des photos avec des lesbiennes, mais jamais je ne les avais rejoins dans leurs ébats. J'étais ainsi, dans mes réflexions, mes caressants doucement lorsque le téléphone de l'accueil sonna. Et Merde, jamais tranquille. Je sortais de l'eau sans me sécher et pris le combiné. C'était la femme. - Pouvez vous venir s'il vous plaît, j'ai un problème de plomberie? » - Tout de suite madame. » Bizarre. La plomberie était neuve dans sa chambre. Je me séchais rapidement, passais un string, un short et un tee-shirt. Je frappais à sa porte, les cheveux encore humides. Le porte s'ouvrit sur elle vêtu d'un peignoir. - Entrez! Ho vous avez les cheveux mouillés! » dit elle me voyant. - J'étais dans mon bain. » - Pardon pour le dérangement. » Elle me donna une serviette. J'enroulais mes cheveux dedans. Je ne vis pas le renflement au niveau de son bas ventre. Elle m'indiqua la salle de bain. Il y avait effectivement un fuite, légère. Je mis un seau afin que la salle de bain ne sois pas inondé. - Je peux vous donner une autre chambre si vous le voulez. » - Cela ne sera pas nécessaire! Je vous remercie de votre diligence. Vous voulez boire quelque chose. » - Un doigt de whisky, merci. » Je la retrouvais dans la chambre tenant deux verres dans les mains. - Roger était en dessous de la vérité. Vous êtes magnifique mademoiselle. » J'étais interloquée. Qui était ce Roger. Je devinais qu'il pouvait s'agir de l'homme qui était la cause de mon sucée. Je pris le verre qu'elle me tendait. Sa compagnie était très agréable. On parla un peu de tout et de rien. Elle était mariée, sans enfant, et passait beaucoup de temps sur les routes. Je finis mon deuxième verre et m'apprêtais à prendre congé. Je me levais et je vis qu'elle me regardait avec une lueur particulière au fond de ses yeux. - Roger m'a dit que vous accordiez, à certains clients, voyons, vos faveurs, ma chère? » Je rougis. - Heu, cela m'arrive effectivement, mais ce sont de très proches amis. » balbutie je de peur d'être surprise par un agent de police. - Vu votre beauté, je suppose que ceux ci son ravis de vos services? » Certain d'entre eux m'avaient offert des sous vêtements coquins et d'autre quelques bijoux. - Heu, pour des amis, ils sont enchantés de ma compagnie. » - N'ayez pas peur! » me dit elle me sentant sur la défensive. « Je ne suis pas de la police. Je me doute que vous ne jouez pas aux cartes avec eux?» Elle vit que je me détendais. - Voilà, c'est mieux! Avez vous offert vos charmes qu'à des messieurs? » Où voulait elle en venir? - Il reste mes principaux clients. Rare sont les femmes qui fréquentent mon établissement. » - Eprouvez vous un quelconque dégoût envers elle? » - Pas du tout, bien que je ne sois pas une connaisseuse envers le sexe faible. » - Ha bon! J'ai bien sentis votre regard sur mes fesses tout à l'heure quand j'ai quitté votre office! » Je me sentis rougir jusqu'à la pointe de mes oreilles. Elle rit de bon cœur. - Mes fesses vous ont plu? » - Oui! » dis je timidement. Elle se leva et se rapprocha de moi. Je sentais son parfum qui m'enivrait et la chaleur de son superbe corps. - Voulez vous mieux les voir? » Je la regardais prise de panique. - Et votre mari? » - Laissez mon mari où il se trouve! C'est moi qui suis là! Alors vous voulez voir mes fesses? » Elle retira la ceinture de son peignoir et celui-ci chut à ses pieds. Elle avait ce geste le plus naturellement du monde. Elle se retrouva nue. Elle avait un corps merveilleux. Une poitrine qui appelait des lèvres et une langue, un pubis presque imberbe et un cul, ho quel cul. - Alors! Est il semblable a ce que vous vous imaginiez? » Je hochais la tête. Elle me prit une main et le déposa sur sa hanche. - Avez vous peur de moi? » - Non! » - C'est peut être la première fois qu'une femme s'offre ainsi à vous? » - Oui! Non! Mais il y a bien longtemps quand j'étais encore étudiante avec ma meilleur amie. » - Vous avez ressentis quoi alors? » - Beaucoup de plaisir si je m'en souviens. » - Plus rien depuis? » - Non, plus rien, malgré les tentations du par mon métier de photographe de charme. » Elle se rapprocha encore plus de moi et posa un baisé sur mes lèvres. Ma main tressaillit sur sa hanche mais je ne la retirais pas. Elle sourit et sa bouche se posa à nouveau. Elle devait être ravi de ne pas m'avoir vu partir en courant. Une main prit ma hanche et força mon corps à ce coller au sien. Sa langue glissa doucement dans ma bouche. Je fermais les yeux et me retrouvais avec Nathalie. Je posais mon autre main sur l'autre hanche et m'abandonnais au baisé. Elle embrassait mieux que certains hommes, beaucoup mieux. Elle me tenait dans ses bras. Sa bouche me quitta. Elle me regarda souriante. - Cela vous a plu? » Je la regardais longuement, les yeux fiévreux et pour toutes réponses, je l'embrassais à mon tour mais plus ardemment. Ses mains se mirent à bouger et glissèrent sur ma poitrine nue sous le tee-shirt. Je pétrissais son superbe cul, glissant de temps en temps une main entre ses jambes qu'elle m'ouvrait sans retenu. Elle mouillait autant que moi. Elle me débarrassa de mon tee-shirt alors que je déboutonnais mon short. Nos bouches finirent par se désunirent et elle attaqua voracement ma poitrine. Je gémissais. Une main glissa sur mon string. Elle grogna lorsqu'elle sentit la moiteur de mon entre cuisse. Je me tenais à ses fesses pendant qu'elle dévorait mes seins et me branlait sous le string. Je jouis ainsi. Elle me fit allonger sur le lit et retira ma culotte. - Humm, cela fait longtemps que je ne me suis aussi bien régalée. » dit elle. « Je vais te donner du plaisir ma belle et tu vas aimer cela. » Sa bouche plongea entre mes cuisses et une langue vorace me lécha mon intimité. On n'avait pas été jusque là avec Nathalie. C'était nouveau et j'aimais beaucoup. Mes cris de plaisir l'encouragèrent à sa besogne. Quelle sensation de sentir une langue glisser dans la partie la plus intime de sa personne. Aucun de mes amants n'avaient été aussi bon à ce jeu. Je jouis encore sous sa langue. Elle ne me lâcha pas. Je sentis une odeur bien particulière près de mes narines. J'ouvris les yeux et vis son superbe pubis. Je saisis ses fesses et lui prodiguais le même supplice. Je dévorais, léchais, mordais, avalais tout ce que je pouvais. Nos deux corps s'agitaient violemment sur le lit. Je finis par avoir mon orgasme et le sien ne tarda pas non plus. J'étais détruite par tant de plaisir. Je somnolais un peu et regardais l'horloge. Il était déjà 2h du matin. La belle dormait. Cela faisait 4h que l'on était ensemble. Je me rhabillais et quittais sa chambre. Je me masturbais violemment avant de trouver le sommeil. Elle me paya le lendemain et me donna un superbe pourboire. - Je reviens dans quinze jours. Réserve ta soirée mon amour! » Il n'y avait personne dans les parages. On s'embrassa tendrement. Le soir de son départ, je fouillais dans les cartons que je n'avais pas encore défait, une cassette vidéo qu'une amie m'avait offerte, pensant me faire basculer dans le saphisme. Je l'avais regardé à l'époque et cela n'avais éveillé en moi qu'un léger frisson. C'était une cassette qu'elle avait faite avec une amie à elle. Bien quel soit marié, elle s'adonnait régulièrement au saphisme et je soupçonne son mari d'assister à ses séances. Je la trouvais. Je pris une bonne douche et nue dans mon canapé, je regardais la cassette. Je ressentais ce qu'elles éprouvaient maintenant et je me caressais comme une folle. Chaque fois que je fermais les yeux, je voyais mon amante de la veille. Les quinze jours me parurent une éternité. J'eus quelques aventures, mais je ne pensais plus qu'à elle. Le jour dit, je n'eus aucune nouvelle. Deux jours passèrent sans aucune nouvelle. J'étais désappointée. Elle avait du m'oublier. Elle arriva le troisième jour en fin d'après-midi. Elle arriva à la réception dans une robe d'été légèrement transparente. Il y avait du monde. Je contenais difficilement ma joie. Elle signa le registre et quitta la pièce après m'avoir adressé un clin d'œil avec un superbe sourire. Je vis ses fesses, que je connaissais trop bien maintenant, à travers sa robe. Je vis qu'elle avait mis un mot sur le registre. « J'ai une surprise pour se soir. Je t'attends avec impatience. Je mouille depuis ce matin. » Le téléphone de l'accueil sonna. C'était elle. - Pouvez vous venir mademoiselle! Il y a un problème! » Je me précipitais. Une fois la porte fermé, je me jetais dans ses bras et l'embrassais goulûment. J'en tremblais de joie. Je quittais sa bouche accueillante. - Oh, je ne t'espérais plus! Tu m'as beaucoup manqué! » - A moi aussi mon amour! » - Je ne sais si je pourrais attendre 22 heures! » Elle glissa sa main sous sa robe. Elle en ressortit un doigt humide. - Tiens! Pour te faire patienter! » Elle glissa son doigt humide de sa liqueur dans ma bouche. Je le suçais avidement et la quittais à regret. - A ce soir! » 22 heures arriva lentement, surtout qu'elle prenait un malin plaisir à faire monter la pression. Elle m'appela plusieurs fois. On se retrouvait immanquablement dans les bras, nous pétrissant les corps en fusion. A la fin, elle m'attendait nue. Je n'avais qu'une envie, y glisser ma langue mais elle m'en empêchait. - Non! Attends ce soir! » - Je veux te boire! » Motel Last year, one of the many feedback e-mails I received for my story, "CURIOUS" was from Richard R. a 70 year old man living on the west coast. After several exchanges, he suggested that we contribute alternate segments of a story about two older men who meet in a motel bar. The project went beautifully until the day, I lost all contact (no reply) with Richard. After nearly a year, I have edited what we had and added the last six segments on my own. 80niner MOTEL RICHARD: I sat at the motel bar enjoying a martini. I wore a suit and tie. I had been through the first day of meetings on personal business. I hoped I to be finished in the next two days and go home. The weather had been hot and humid but the air conditioned bar was finally cooling me off. The bar area was fairly crowded with local business men and what looked like mostly tourists or travelers passing through. Looking around, I saw that most of the patrons were in their 30's and 40's and of no interest to me. Like most bars, this one was mirrored so I could watch the scene behind me without turning. I asked the bartender for the names of some good restaurants and killed time before going to dinner. Out of the corner of my eye I saw an older man enter and look around. The only vacant stool was next to me. I shifted my body a to make room in case he was there for a drink. My attention returned to the game on the TV. CLARK: I saw the only empty seat at the bar and the oldest man in the place move over slightly to make room which I took as an invitation to come sit. I brushed against him as I slipped onto the stool. I apologized and he shrugged it off. I ordered a Heiniken. I sipped the cold brew from the bottle and waved away the glass mug. "Always tastes better from the bottle." I said to the older man on my right. He sipped his martini. "Just passing through?" I nodded. "A much younger crowd here than I would have expected in a motel bar." "I'd say we're the oldest guys in the place." "And I've got some age on you." "Oh I don't know. I was 70 last month." "Hell! I was 70 ten years ago." "You don't look it." "Don't feel it either." I finished my beer and nodded to the bartender for another for another. The man extended his hand. "Name's Richard." I took it and felt a strong but not crushing grip. "I'm Clark." He shook his head in disbelief. "So you're 80 years old. Everything still working?" I smiled and put my hand on his shoulder. "Was the last time I pulled it out." RICHARD: That made me smile. "Good for you, Im impressed. I hope I can say that in ten years". In my mind I suddenly saw this old man with his cock in his hand having himself a jerk. Does he do it as often as me? Does it feel as good when you're 80? Have he ever, like me, thought of trying someone else's cock. No, I thought, that's just me. "This hot humid weather makes an old fellow feel horny," I said. "Unfortunately, most women our age all seem to be dried up, It's enough to make a man wanna switch to boys". My remark was meant innocently but I wondered if the would pick up on it. Probably not. I mean, what are the chances of meeting someone in a bar to help you live out a lifelong fantasy. I felt a stirring in my dick. I decided I should change the subject fast before he ups and calls me a fag. "Let me have another," I said as the bartender walked by. I moved on my stool and my leg touched the old guys knee. instinctively I pulled it back. "You staying here?" I asked. Without waiting for an answer I said," I got a list of restaurants from the bartender. I'm trying to decide where to have dinner. Problem is, I've been in this suit all day. It would feel good to change into something casual. If you wait till I go to my room and change, we can keep each other company". I tried to force all thoughts of what his dick and balls looked like from my mind. CLARK: I had picked up on Richard's, "It's enough to make you want to shift to boys," remark but I tried not to give myself away. After all, that was forbidden territory though recently I had been picking up on men's cocks on the internet more than normal. I found myself wondering more and more how a hard cock would feel and taste. I wondered about Richard's dick. How big? Did it still get hard at his age. Would he cum a lot. I couldn't ignore tingling in my groin. What the hell, I thought, after tonight, you'll never see the guy again. Since I had already changed, and Richard wanted to get into something more comfortable before we left to find something to eat. I suggested that I accompany him to his room with him while he changed. "It will save time," I argued. Richard finished his drink and placed his empty glass on the bar. His knee brushed my thigh as he spun his ass on his stool. I felt the pressure and my 80 year old cock thickened. "Good thinking," he breathed. "Let's go." When I turned and slipped off the stool I'll swear, though it may have been an accident, he accidentally bumped into me from behind. I could have sworn I felt something hard in his pants. I hoped it was his cock. FYI (Before I go any further I think I should say something about myself. As I said I am 80 years young. I stand six feet one inch tall and I weigh a shade over two hundred pounds stripped. I have a modest gut that I try to keep pulled in. I have brown hair, gray eyes, and a nicely trimmed white beard. I have been told thatI'm not too bad looking.) C RICHARD: I needed to drain that drink. The idea of a man agreeing to come to my room had me flustered. How would I let him know I wanted to see him naked, look at his cock and balls, touch him, perhaps suck him? No, I couldn't do that. Not tonight. I wasn't ready for that. Better I jerk off when I read stories, look at naked men, dream only. The instant it took for those thoughts to race through my mind made me hard. I got off the stool and my stiff dick brushed his ass. Damn, was that me? Was I horny for that big handsome man? What should I do next? Desire mixed with fear filled my mind as we rode the elevator to the 4th floor. The walk to my room was pure torture. I was afraid to get to get too close to him. My hand shook as I fumbled for the security card. We walked in the room and I closed the door. "Why don't you get us a couple of beers from the room cooler?" I removed my jacket and tie and put them on the hanger. I opened my shirt and wondered if you were looking at me. I kicked off my shoes. The pants came off and I folded them over the back of the chair. With my black bikini underwear showing more than I should I walked to my suitcase, opened it and removed a clean sport shirt. My dildo and KY jelly were clearly exposed but I don't want to draw attention to them. I dropped the shirt over them and said, "I think I better take a leak." I entered the bathroom. I pulled the bikinis down my thighs and pissed into the bowl. I wondered if you'd been watching, if you knew what I felt, what I really wanted. I love holding my half hard cock in my hand. I love hearing the strong stream of piss splash the water in the toilet bowl. I wondered what your cock would look like standing across from me. I shake off the last drop. I turn to walk out of the bathroom starting to tug at my briefs. FYI (You sound like a big beautiful man. I'm 5' 7", 160 lbs., have a bit of a belly, clean shaven, gray on top, not too much body hair. Was at one time a nice thick seven inches which has lost about an inch in the last few years, still get hard and have a one spurt cum and then ooze.) R CLARK: I saw the dildo and KY jelly in Richard's suitcase. I tried not to let on. What a turn on. The man obviously was into some kind of anal auto erotic stimulation. My cock stretched and tingled in my briefs. My asshole tightened and quivered. I must confess; I am terribly anal. Over the years I have enjoyed my fingers and many objects I have inserted up the old dirt chute. In the past few years I have had the itch to enjoy a nice hard cock up there. So far, I havehad neither the opportunity nor the nerve to approach another man for sex. What if he turned me down? What if he laughed and called me a queer or worse a sexual deviate? I knew not a single friend or acquaintance I could trust with my secret yens. Richard, now stripped to his bikini briefs, had walked into the bath room. He hadn't closed the door. My GOD! He had lowered those briefs and not twelve feet from my eyes, exposed his hairy balls and semi-hard, old man's cock. I adjusted my cock in my pants so that it pointed upward and tented my jeans. I tried not to stare as he shook the last drop from a nicely expanded but not fully hard six inches. As he turned to the bathroom sink, I said, "Maybe I should drain off a bit of my beer before we go." "Be my guest." I felt his eyes on me as I unzipped and pulled out my engorged but still flexible six inches. It took me forever to get the yellow stream going. FYI (There was a time, long ago, when my cock, I swear, was 8 inches, surrounded by curly, red hair. I could bend it back and the head would fit into my navel. Today I barely make it to six inches. The hair is kinky but not so curly anymore and half has turned white.) C RICHARD: While I washed my hands I checked the mirror reflecting Clark's cock. I was afraid he might catch me staring. "It's beautiful," I thought, "now what do I do? Why did he stand so I could see it? Did he want me to look at him? I saw the kinky hair showing from his fly. I wanted to see his balls. I wanted to see the man naked and hard. My dick strained against my briefs. Finally I found the courage. "Excuse me for staring," I said," Nice looking dick. I'll bet your lady really enjoys it" Reaching for a towel. I turned towards him knowing my dick showed it's cut head through the material. I ached to show it off. To take it out and hold it in my hands. To hold both our cocks in my hands. GOD! I was so fucking hot. He's so fucking good looking. His dick is so so fucking good looking. He'd make a great first time lover. Big and beautiful. I stall while wiping my hands. My eyes were glued to his cock. I tried to think of other things to say. Suddenly I was afraid again. Had I gone too far? Would he he be angry? Would he hit me. Beat me up? Why did he stand there showing off his meat? He knew I was watching him. I wanted to run but my feet were frozen to the floor. I wanted to look at this mans cock. I want more than to just look. I wanted it. FYI ( My pubes are also kinky. I've never trimmed them so I'm bushy around my cock. Dark with white mixed in. My balls are a little hairy. Right now I'm hard Imagining us in the story. I'm going to look for some old guy pics to suck and jerk off to. Hope you had a good jerk today.) R CLARK: I felt his eyes on me as I nervously shook away the last yellow drop. I saw the healthy lump in his briefs move, maybe throb. Was his cock growing? Was this an invitation? Was my dream coming true? How could I tell him that I would gladly suck his cock but I could never bring myself to kiss another man on the lips? I saw that big, mushroom head beautifully outlined against the material of his briefs. I wondered how it would feel, forcing its way up my virgin ass. We avoided each other's eyes but were fully aware of the other's gaze. I moved to reluctantly put my cock away and zip up. "Please don't." Richard's voice was almost a whisper. I was not sure I heard him correctly. My heart stopped. I caught my breath. "What did you say?" "I'm sorry. I should not have said that." I licked my dry lips. "I thought you said, 'Please don't."" "I'm not really queer. I swear. It's that. . . I sometimes get. . . You know?" "Curious?" Richard nodded. I shrugged, "What the hell. Me too." I fumbled with my belt, unbuttoned the waistband and unzipped my fly. My pants fell to my ankles. I shoved my briefs down to join them. I suddenly felt very cold and shivered My cock pointed approximately straight out. While I am not circumcised I do have a short foreskin and when at rest the head peeks out and it looks much like a oversized acorn. I reached down and and retracted the skin to behind the head. "See anything you like?" I watched him lower his briefs and reveal once more, this time face on, I saw his beautiful hard-on rising above his hairy balls. RICHARD: There we stood, two men, naked from the waist down. Our rampant, hard cocks pointed upward. Both appeared hypnotized at the others honest, revelation of the forbidden. I was seeing, in the flesh, for the first time in my life, another man's throbbing hard cock. And he was doing it for me. I don't know how long we stood like that before we closed the few steps separating us. Our arms went around each others waists and the two hands of each cupped the spare, rounded buttocks of the other until we were pressed hard cock to hard cock. Clark was taller than me so his cock pressed into my belly and I definitely felt the velvet smooth head of his hot cock caress my navel. The circumcised head of mine seemed to be trapped at the base of his hard shaft and was definitely being tickled by the kinky hairs on his tightened ball sac. I loved his hands on my ass, squeezing my tight globes, molding them with his fingers. I wondered if he would part the cheeks and go for my hole with his fingers. I was certainly willing to do the same for him. "I've never done this before," whispered Clark as if he were in total awe and disbelief of what was happening. "Me neither," I confessed, "but I've wanted to." "Your ass feels good," said Clark. "It surely does,"I said, "especially with your roaming hands exploring so nicely back there." "Should I go further?" I moaned as he parted my cheeks. "That's totally up to you." CLARK: I wanted his asshole. I wanted to shove my hard cock up his tender rosette. I hoped he wanted to do me. I ran a stiff, middle finger up the furrowed cleft. He moaned as my finger crossed the puckered indentation. I remembered the hastily covered dildo and KY lubricant in his suitcase. He certainly would not be averse to a strange finger up the old shit chute. Still, I did not want to ruin what was turning into a night I had only dreamed about in lonely jackoff sessions. "I don't want to spoil what was turning into everything I think I've missed," I said. "How far do you want this to go?" Richard's head rested on my chest. I felt his hot breath and then his tongue on my left nipple. His finger pressed into my crack and tickled my tender hole. "Just as far as you want it to. I just want you to know I am not into pain." "That would be an absolute last on my agenda." "Good. What do you want to do to me?" "I don't think I could ever kiss a man but I sure would like to play with your cock." "I want to suck you." "That too." "You can fuck my ass if you want to,"said Richard. ""I'm curious to know what a hard cock feels like up mine," I confessed. This is going to be a long beautiful night," said Richard. "Let's move to the bed. RICHARD: We stepped back a step. Immediately, our fingers closed on each others bobbing, hard cock. Without letting go, we led each other to the bed and lay head to cock where we played an adult form of the ancient kid's game of doctor. "You've got a nice one," I said. "Doesn't get as big as it used to," said Carl, "Or as hard." He watched my thumb and forefinger move slowly up and down his cock. On the upstroke, I brought the excess foreskin over a swollen, purple head. I nodded. "Mine either. That's one of the drawbacks of old age." "Ain't it the truth?" "You have a nice stand of cock hairs," I said. "So do you." "Mine's not as thick and curly as it used to be. And there's some gray mixed in." "Adds character," said Carl." "Balls are hairy too. Nice, masculine look." I scratched his testicles. "You like to play with your balls?" "My balls were always very sensitive." "A man has to really trust another person to let him play with his balls." I gently cupped and caressed the man's hairy sac. "Jesus!" groaned CLARK. "That tickles so fucking good." "I think you're getting harder." "Jesus! Who wouldn't?" I maneuvered the loose foreskin up over the swollen head and then back. "What would you like to do now?" Clark wrapped his fingers around my shorter but thicker cock. He gently rubbed his thumb over the ever so tightly stretched, satin soft corona. "Jezzuz!" I breathed. "My hand never feels this good when I do it myself." "For the past year," confessed Clark, I've found myself, on on my computer, looking at old guys cocks more than I do women's pussies. They hold a deep fascination I can't explain." I nodded. "Me too." "For a long time now, I've wished for someone I could trust, a man, to suck my cock, play with my ass." I swallowed hard, then going for broke, I swallowed at least half his throbbing cock. CLARK: MY GOD! A man was swallowing my cock and while not exactly sure when it happened, my own mouth was filled with Richard's solid shaft and my tongue was moving over the wet velvet hood of his cock head. Save for the single salty drop of his slick precum, his cock was tasteless. I worked my tongue at the small piss hole and found he was doing he same to me. I squeezed his cock in my fist. I felt the throbbing before the first jet of his bitter tasting cum shot onto my tongue. I swallowed as the second spurt hit the the back of my throat. Then. . . I. . .I went off like a Roman Candle. As I tightened my ass cheeks for the first burst, I realized there was a long finger up my ass, massaging my prostate. RICHARD: I was afraid he would taste awful. He didn't. I thought he might be turned off by my fingering his back hole. He wasn't. I hadn't really meant to invade that place. I honestly believed he impaled himself and enjoyed it. CLARK: I looked up at Richard and licked my lips. "That was desert. What say we go eat?" Richard said, "Food?" Motel It was supposed to be just a standard overnight stay at a motel on my trip north. I'd planned the trip and booked into a couple of motels where I expected to overnight. I'd done this sort of thing before and I saw no reason this stop would be any different. I registered at the office, collected my key and headed off to my assigned unit. Unlocked the door and walked in. The very first thing I noticed was that the woman was naked. There is a subtle difference between nude and naked. Nude, you know you have no clothes on and you're unconsciously (or consciously) flaunting it. Naked, you realise you have no clothes on and, oh my god, someone is looking at me. This woman was naked. The second thing that came to my rather stunned mind was that she was relatively young and really very nicely put together. Definitely not someone I would kick out of my bed if I was lucky enough to find her there. My first thought was that I had entered the wrong room. Before the woman had time to do more than squawk and try to cover herself, I was backing out of the room with apologies. (Backing out gave me more time to admire that very lovely body. Reprehensible of me, perhaps, but understandable.) A glance at my key to check the unit number, and I stepped back into the room with an apology. "Excuse me, Miss, but you must be in the wrong unit," I said, holding up my key. "This is definitely the unit assigned to me. What are you doing here?" Amid the squeaking and protests I could hear her stammering out a reply that this was definitely her unit and I should get out of it now before she screamed. While she'd been doing that I had glanced around the unit, noting that she had already made herself at home. (Yes, I was able to drag my eyes away from her for a short while.) Among the things scattered around I spotted a motel key lying on the side table. I reached over to examine it, thinking the motel owner may have stuffed up and assigned us both to the same unit. At the same time I was chatting calmly to the woman, trying to ease her mind. "For Christ's sake, will you stop with the hand fandango," I said. "You're not covering anything, just drawing my attention to what you've got on display. I've seen naked women before often enough not to feel the urge to pounce and ravish them on the spot. Let's try to sort this out like a couple of adults. The way you're carrying on anyone would think you're a virgin scared of rape." Looking at her key I became aware of what could only be described as a furious silence. Glancing back at her, I could see she was blushing bright red with what seemed to be a mixture of fury and mortification. "Well, I'll be damned," I said, laughing. "You are a virgin scared of rape. How cute." I could see the fury quotient in her glare rise several points at that. Too bad. She'd made a silly mistake and a little embarrassment served her right. "Are you dyslectic?" I queried. When she shook her head puzzled, I continued. "Your key is for number nine. Not number six, which is this unit and mine. I'm surprised the key opened the door." This time her embarrassment seemed to heighten, and I promptly jumped to the right conclusion. "It didn't, did it. The door was unlocked and you just waltzed right in like a little lamb." At that point I was about to exchange keys and go and use unit nine. It didn't worry me which unit I used for an overnight stay. Before I could offer to do so, my pretty little trespasser lost her temper. Maybe nudity made her feel a little sensitive. She expressed her feeling loudly and clearly, dissecting my manners, my looks, my morals, etc., etc., finishing up with a comment that if I was any sort of a gentleman I would have stayed outside until she had a chance to get dressed and I should take the key to unit nine and piss off out of what was her unit. I took exception to her little tirade on several points. I hadn't entered the wrong room and stripped off. I had been going to offer to change units and get out of her hair. I'd already told her I wasn't going to jump her and ravish her. Finally, she could always have just reached for the towel lying on the bed next to her and wrapped it around herself and then she wouldn't have been naked, would she? "Actually, I was about to swap keys and get out of your hair," I said softly, "but it occurs to me that you've had ample opportunity to cover up and have chosen not to do so. I think I'll take advantage of your generous offer." She paled at that, and reached for the towel, but she was way too slow. I caught her arm before she could do more than lift it and held her while slowly letting my eyes run over her. "I think you were secretly getting a bit of a kick out of being naked in front of a man. Unfortunately, when you play these little pranks, there's generally a price to pay." "You wouldn't," she protested. "You said you wouldn't." "I know," I said, sympathy in my voice, "but I think I'll make an exception for a sweet little virgin like you." "What makes you think I'm a virgin?" she demanded. "Aren't you?" I asked. "Don't bother answering. I'm going to find out the fun way in a couple of minutes." Turning her around I pushed her forward so she was leaning over the bed, protesting the whole time but not actually resisting me. Pressing a toe against her ankle I encouraged her to move her legs further apart. Then I started letting my fingers do my talking for me. Reaching around her, I cupped her breasts and squeezed them lightly. There was no need to tease her nipples into erectness, they were already standing proud. This didn't stop me teasing them on principle. To a constant chorus of little squeaks and squeals and protests, my hands wandered over her luscious little body. On the trip down I skirted around her pussy, passing tantalising close to it but not actually touching. I trailed my hands down the inside of her thighs then, reversing direction, started back up. She must have thought I was going to bypass her pussy again on the way up, as she seemed to tense and then relax a little as my hand went past, only to give a squeak of shock when I suddenly reached between her legs and cupped her. Having found my prize, I wasn't going to give it up. Her squeals and protests came louder and faster but curiously, not loud enough to alert anyone outside the unit. Funny that. I massaged her pussy, lightly scratching her lips, easing them apart and dipping a finger inside her. Running my finger back and forth inside her, my suspicions of virginity were quickly confirmed, drawing an even louder squeal when I deliberately pressed against her hymen. However, her hymen wasn't my immediate target. A bit more probing and I was lightly rubbing against her clitoris. I'm quite sure that her scream when I did that would have been heard through the entire motel complex, but fortunately it was strangled by the hand she had pressed against her mouth. I hope she didn't bite herself doing that. There were a few more muffled screams as I continued to badger her clitoris, mingled with protests and pleas to stop. Fat chance of my stopping at this point. I did finally call a halt to my explorations, and in the silence that followed the sound of my zip seemed unusually loud. My playmate definitely heard it and knew what it meant, and she went dead still. "What must you think of my manners?" I said. "I'm Paul. And your name is?" "Marie," she answered. "You're not really going to do this are you?" For answer I eased apart her lips and settled my cock between them. Holding her hips, I started to press forward. As I eased my way in, Marie started with a long protesting no, the word drawing out as I pushed in and ending in a soft shriek of pain when I broke her hymen. I held steady at that moment, as Marie was nearly in tears. "Just relax," I soothed her. "That was just the sting of your cherry popping. You're officially a non-virgin now. You've paid the price so it's time to collect your reward. Just let it happen." I resumed my slow advance into her tight hot pussy. She was well lubricated which made it a fairly simple job to ease myself fully into her, although she didn't stop protesting this violation of her innocence the entire time. She was quite determined that I should know she wasn't agreeing to this. Once I was fully inside her I started to pump her, slowly. I pulled back slowly and returned slowly, letting her adjust to the feel of me moving inside her. She wasn't actually moving with me, just standing there, bent over, letting me do as I would and exploring the feelings that were going on inside her. That was alright by me. I saw no reason to train her in how to respond during her first sexual experience. She'd undoubtedly learn in future adventures. Her protests had finally stopped, while her little squeaks and squeals were taking on a note of high excitement. She'd made her official protest and apparently felt that she could now just experience what was happening and see what it was like. I held her hips and continued my slow ravishment, pleasure building in both of us. The early stimulation of her clitoris had her in a state of high excitement and it was obvious that she was heading towards a climax. Very soon I slid my hands up to where her breasts were swaying beneath her and captured them. Now I started squeezing them in time to the gentle pounding of her pussy. Then it was a not so gentle pounding as I drove in harder and faster, roughly mauling her breasts at the same time. Now her screams weren't of protest but of pleasure as I drove repeatedly into her, hammering her into a blissful submission. With one final squeal she climaxed, and with a laugh I let my own climax loose within her. Afterwards Marie seemed a trifle stunned by what had happened. I steered her towards the bathroom and, stripping off the rest of my own clothes, encouraged her under the shower. There I helped her wash herself down, and then out of the shower and I reached for a towel and started patting her dry. I quickly dried off myself. Looking at her nude figure, I just couldn't help myself. I gently cupped her mound. "Do you feel sore?" I asked, squeezing softly. Marie looked at me with what seemed to be very large eyes and shook her head, silently asking why. I equally silently answered by taking her hand and placing it where my erection had swollen back to life. Her face flashed red with surprise. "You can't," she protested. "You just did it and you can't do it again so soon. Not that I want you to," she added hurriedly. "I can and I think I will," I replied. Taking her by the arm I led her back to the bed. Her hand was still wrapped firmly around my erection, by the way. I'm not even sure that she realised this. Easing her grasp from my cock I pressed her to lie on the bed. "This time, I think it's only fair you see what's happening," I told her. I eased Marie's legs apart and knelt between them. Her head was propped up on the pillow and she was staring with fascination at my erection, already anticipating its entry. I reached up and took her hands, laying one on her mound and letting the other close around my cock. Then I waited. Marie looked puzzled for a moment, then blazed red with shock as she realised what I wanted. She had a rebellious look on her face, sort of how dare I ask her to do this? Her curiosity won. She moved her lips apart and tugged my erection until it was pressing against her. Obligingly, I pressed in slightly. Marie's hand moved away, but her eyes stayed fastened where my cock was pressing into her. Very slowly I sank into her, observing with amusement that she was holding her breath while I did so. When I finally filled her she seemed to collapse slightly, letting her breath out with a gasp. I'll admit I was laughing at her as I slowly pulled back out, watching her eyes track the movement. Just when it seemed I would pull right out of her I stopped and drove back in, hard and fast. Marie squealed loudly, but didn't shift her gaze, waiting for the next movement. For a minute or so I entertained her, then I rested for a moment, buried deep in her. "Marie," I murmured to her, "When I push into you, you are supposed to lift your hips and come up to meet me. I'm going to start moving slowly. Why don't you just try to relax and let your hips move with me." She blinked at that and looked thoughtful. The next time I pushed into her she gave a frantic little twitch of her hips. A few more thrusts and she was moving a lot more smoothly and soon we were moving together as partners. Now I started to take her in earnest. I drove into her repeatedly, picking up speed. Marie was humping her hips, eager to meet me, relishing the fact that she was no longer a victim but an active partner. (Although in my opinion she'd been a willing victim from the word go.) Of her own accord she raised her legs and wrapped them around me, trying to pull me deeper into her, muttering to herself and pleading with me as she did so. I was quite surprised at some of the words she knew. It's odd the way sex works. Our earlier playtime meant that I was going to take a while longer before I was ready to climax again, whereas the same playtime meant that Marie was ready to climax almost immediately. I found that out when she squealed and convulsed under me, kicking her legs high into the air. I tried my best to not let this put me off my stroke and get hammering into her. She lay still for a few moments after her climax, letting me do all the work, but then she picked up the rhythm again, her legs clamped onto me again and she resumed her steady humping with joyous abandon. By the time I was ready to climax, Marie was set for her third, and I was lucky to be able to make it at the same time. While she squealed and kicked with pleasure I pounded out my climax upon her, and then we both seemed to settle down and relax. Marie was still lying there in a sort of dreamy state when I dressed and slipped off to unit nine. I was beat and needed my sleep. I slept later than I'd intended the next morning, had a hurried breakfast and was soon on my way north. Outside of town I saw a hitchhiker and, liking company while I drive, I pulled over to offer her a lift. Marie looked at me, shrugged and got in the car. I drove on. Motel It was 11pm at the nondescript motel just off the freeway, somewhere near Fresno. The room was almost pitch black, with two tired queen-sized beds separated by a night stand. We laid there and listened to his 13-year-old daughter in the next bed as she tossed and turned her way to sleep. The air conditioner fought the August heat outside with alternating periods of purposeful growling and dead silence. After four hot days and nights of dusty camping in Yosemite, we were in no mood to complain. Solid walls separated us from our neighbors, which certainly was an improvement over the thin walls of a tent. At least she was eight feet away instead of three. Not that the motel made it much easier, though. His daughter had been visiting him for three weeks. Three weeks of celibacy, with him in his house and me in mine, then four nights in a shared tent in a crowded campground. And now, as we were finally returning his daughter to her mother in Phoenix, I was showered and comfortable and horny beyond desperation. I didn't mention that the bed creaked and groaned at the slightest movement, did I? It wasn't going to be easy. She was a light sleeper, too. And curious. I laid on my right side, facing her. He spooned behind me, his erection separated from me by his Jockeys and mine. His left hand snaked up underneath my oversized t-shirt and quietly played with my right nipple. His cock was nestled against my ass and throbbing. My kegels were clenching around nothing useful. She still wasn't asleep. And now, during the dead calm of the resting air conditioner, the mattress advertised every wiggle we made. Damn. Of course, that didn't do much to stop him. Before too long, his free hand bypassed my left breast and headed directly south. Down there, my labia felt swollen and wet, my clitoris was decidedly harder than my right nipple, and I quickly overruled any complaints from my ignored left breast and hooked my left leg behind his and hoped he'd stay there for awhile. The bed complained, of course, and she grunted and rolled over again, but we were soon motionless again. Well, almost motionless. His fingers weren't motionless. They flickered across me, alternatively soft and not so soft, wandering up and down each fattened labia, inside and out. They carefully measured the length and breadth and rigidity of my clitoral shaft. They did the Search For The Headwaters Of The Nile to discover where all the slippery juice was coming from. And they soon found the source. And all the while we remained motionless. Only his fingers moved. Oh, he gently bit the back of my neck every now and then, and his penis twitched against my butt and we struggled to breathe normally, but we were successful in keeping the bed quiet. We swam floated through the ocean of lazy pleasures. Eyes open, eyes closed, it was dark either way. I closed mine. When the air conditioner blessedly decided to come back alive, his hand slipped away. Then his body. He slipped to the floor beside the bed, urging me with his hands to rotate my body until my behind was perched on the edge, the top of my head aiming at his daughter. The bed grumbled, but he pushed onward, pulling my panties down and off my dangling feet. She rolled over. I held my breath. He held my hips. We were decadence. My legs splayed wide, and he licked and sucked on me. He nibbled on one chubby lip, then another. His tongue slithered here and there, up and down, side to side, in and out. His hands lay flat on my hipbones. His thumbs pulled me open. I felt deliciously exposed. I felt delicious. He didn't just taste me. He consumed me. His mouth drew me in, morsel by morsel. I felt savored. Suckled. I was engorged, flowing and fragrant. Then the air conditioner clicked off. After three weeks of only my own fingers, and then four days of not even that, it didn't take long. When he sensed I was close, he drew my clit between his pursed lips in one strong, drawn out suck, relentlessly inhaling me in and out until he pulled me over the edge. I held my breath and opened my mouth in a silent scream. My hands pulled at the back of his head, my hips pushed up at his mouth, hungry for it all and greedy for more. Was I quiet? I think I was. His mouth finally relaxed its grip, and I allowed myself to breathe again. Now my back was sweaty. I became conscious of his thumbs, gently sliding the length of my thick inner labia and thankfully taking care to avoid further torment of the supersensitive tip of my clit. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure she could hear it. Was she asleep? Above the top of my head, beyond my sight, there was only silence from that part of the room. The air conditioner blessedly rejoined us. He leaned back, his moist hands still attached to my hipbones. Dare we? Three weeks was far too long, as far as I was concerned. I expected he shared that same belief. I sensed his body rising to lie on top of me, but I halted him with my hands and silently directed him to my side. The bed creaked and groaned anew. I nudged him onto his back, and then in one fluid motion I rolled on top of him. The mattress squeaked and complained. Shut the fuck up, I grumbled back to it. He'd shucked his underwear, of course. I bit my lower lip and lined up his shaft for a direct approach and, with a minimum of squirming and readjusting of legs and angles, he just slipped smoothly inside my well-lubricated vagina with the familiarity of comfortable lovers. It was a relief to again be wrapped around his thick, sturdy flesh. His quiet sigh and surging stiffness clearly echoed my own thoughts. I was sopping. I had him buried all the way up inside me, and I ached to move around on him, to feel his hardness impaling me and scratching my itches. To my dismay, even the slightest movement set the bed off. I strained to look at his daughter. She was an indiscernible black shape. Facing away from us? Probably. Awake? Perhaps. The fucking air conditioner turned off. Now we had to be quiet. I opened my legs and wormed my hips around to draw him deliciously deeper. And there he remained, held in my snug grasp, my body sprawled on top of him, my legs outside of his, my mouth breathing moistness on his neck. I clenched around his root and he throbbed back in response. Clench, throb. Clench, throb. He stopped breathing through his nose and switched to his open mouth. Clench, throb. Clearly we were getting somewhere. I felt him get more and more aroused, signaled by his straining breath and his thumping heart and by that ever-present response of surging stiffness every time my vaginal muscles clenched down as tightly as I could around his wonderful cock. His body lay there silently and allowed me to grasp him, encircle him, rejoice in his warm intrusion into my soul. It was then I knew I could get him to come. It was a challenge, of sorts. Were my kegels up to the task? Well, we were going to see, weren't we? Clench, throb, surge. Clench, throb, surge. Almost every breath was quicker, deeper. Less controlled, more ragged. Clench, throb, surge. I was liquid. He was steel. I had him. Clench, throb, surge, lunge, clench. I knew I had him. I cheated only once, gripping him with one long, continuous hold and sliding up just a bit, no more than an inch or two, then sinking back down on him to socket him again. I couldn't help it. I had to feel that flesh-against-flesh friction just once, to feel how juicy I really was, to remind him about my slippery velvet walls and how, when we finally dropped his daughter off in Phoenix, how much he was going to want to slam that fat cock of his into me over and over and over again until we were both rubbed raw. But right now, all we had was the power of my kegels. At this point it was a matter of pride. Superwoman I wasn't. It was only so long that I could keep this up. Now or never, I thought to myself. Clench hard, he throbbed, then his hips surged upward, hard. Clench *hard*, and his straining hips surged *hard*. I found my rhythm. Or rather I found *his* rhythm, and it was working. Clench, clench, clench. He held his hips high, his cock expanded and stiffened into a solid rod inside me, and I knew then I could do it. Clench, clench, clench. He cleared his throat and clawed his fingernails into my butt, and I was as relentless as he was earlier. Clench, clench, clench, clench. His cock spasmed with that telltale big jerk and his fingers dug in and froze. I squeezed my vagina as hard as I could and, oh fuck right *there*, I felt his initial ejaculation. His body shuddered beneath me and he exhaled a throat-throttled quiet grunt. I relaxed my grip, felt his second spasm, and I clenched down around him again, *hard*. He exhaled a tiny squeak. Another spasm. I gripped around the base of his cock, timing my squeeze to hit him just before each twitching ejaculation flung another glob of sticky warm white deep into my vagina. Three weeks of semen poured out of him. Sixty seconds too late, the air conditioner again rumbled to life. And when it was over, when he had shriveled back down and finally one of my soft clenches only served to squirt him out of me, I continued to lie there on top of him, breathing in syncopated rhythm. He reached a hand between my legs and greeted a finger inside me. I tried to clench down on his finger. There wasn't much left. I was going to have to work on those kegels. Tomorrow, I thought. I'll start tomorrow. Motel You are sitting alone in a stranger's motel room. Naked as instructed. You can't decide whether you are more turned on or terrified. Just as you reach the conclusion that you are reaching your limit on both counts, you hear a key in the door. We met at the grocery store this afternoon. You were attracted to the calm sense of control that seemed to surround me. You made eye contact with me only to receive a cold appraising glance and a look of complete dismissal before I moved on to another aisle. You could not understand why this would cause such a twitching sensation in your crotch. You arranged to bump into me on the next aisle. "You seem to be having a great deal of difficulty there miss." I was staring at you in that same appraising way. "Yes sir..." You catch yourself. You are now feeling confused. You have never in your adult life addressed a man, a total stranger, as sir. Yet it seemed so natural here. As you thought this you became aware of your lubrication beginning so seep down the inside of your thighs. That was another silly thing for you to do. Wearing such a short skirt and no panties. It was almost as if you set out today to test your limits. "Well, were you planning on apologizing or are you just going to stand there with your mouth open?" my voice seemed to reach you from far away. In a complete panic, you suddenly realized how ridiculous you must look. "I...uh...I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to make me do that." I saved you from more verbal floundering. "You deliberately steered your basket into mine. I think you wanted to meet me for some reason. Right?" "Yes sir, that's about right." Again with the sir? You become aware that your nipples are painfully erect and rubbing against the inside of your loose blouse. There is just enough contact between the supple fabric and the tips of your nipples to make you aware that you are shaking slightly. This tiny bit of friction makes your nipples want to get even harder. You stood there shaking silently. You were torn between anger at yourself, and raw lust as I took out a business card, wrote something on the back of it. Placing it on your purse along with what was obviously a hotel key. Having done so, I wordlessly turned and left you standing in the grocery store with our forgotten baskets of groceries. That was this afternoon. Right now, you shudder once as the door swings open and I step in. "Well, look who we have here." I close the door behind me. "I wondered if you were whore enough to willingly go to a stranger's room and wait to get a fucking." As I undress, I continue. "I sure hope you like it rough because that's what you are going to get today." I put my right hand on your head, twining my fingers in your hair, I gently guide you down to your knees in front of me. "You have 1 minute to show me just how badly you want my cock." With that, you lave my knob with your tongue before taking it inside your mouth. As you suck my warm cock, you reach up with your right hand and start massaging and pulling on my balls. When your minute is up, I pull you to your feet. I guide you over to the vanity. "I want you to look me in the eye while I fuck your leaking twat." I force you face down over the vanity, then putting my left hand between your shoulder blades to keep you from rising, I pull back on your hair so your head comes up and we are face to face via the mirror. "Reach back here and dip out some honey for me." I growl as the tip of my erection dances back and forth between the cheeks of your wantonly splayed ass leaving a wet spot everywhere it touches. You reach back and slip a finger into your twat. Bringing it out, you hold it up so I can see how wet you are. I take the finger into my mouth and suck until there is no trace left of your heady nectar. I release you and drop to my knees behind you to use both hands to pull your cheeks apart so I can examine your most private treasures. Rising to my feet again, I run the edge of my hand back and forth in your slot spreading your ample juices liberally. I take my cock in hand and use the tip of it to scrub back and forth between your lips. grinding my leaking cock head against your throbbing clit. Running slow circles around the mouth of your velvet glove. Pausing on each trip between your love tunnel and clit to do a quick lap of my slick cock knob around the mouth of your urethra. While I'm scrubbing back and forth in your gash, I'm using the fingernails of my other hand to lightly scratch all around the delicate rosette that is winking at me from just above your snatch. Staying outside the perimeter, I tease and scratch the entire area between your cheeks. Just when I sense you are about to cum, I plunge my rock hard cock deeply inside your drooling pussy. At the same time I switch to gently squeezing and softly tugging on your nipples while I fuck you like a jack rabbit. When we have both been drained of sexual energy, I raise myself off your back and withdraw my still firm manhood. Taking you by the wrist, I pull you away from the counter and lead you to the bed. I seat you right on the edge of the bed before throwing you back on the bed and putting your ankles up on my shoulders. Here we start all over again as I fuck you deep and hard. Each out stroke brings the head of my dick just outside the wet grasp of you inner lips before plunging back in until you feel it at your cervix. This stroke prevents your body adjusting fully to my girth. Your lips are forced apart anew on each stroke. As you approach your peak, I reach up and placed a flat palm wet with your spending over each of your nipples. I alternate between pressing your breasts flat with my palms and holding them up until the only contact the very tips of your nipples. As slick as my palms are, the sensations of them doing flat circles across your nipples is driving you crazy. You sense my completion is near, so you reach down and madly frig your clit while your fingertips can feel my cock sawing in and out of your channel. When you at last climax, you black out from the sensation. Becoming gradually aware of outside noises, you open your eyes and see the door to the room is ajar. Rising up, you realize you are still naked. Your body is sticky with our juices. Your hair is matted from where I had wiped the cum off my cock before leaving the room. You know you must get out of here. Your husband is at home waiting for you to get home with the groceries. You need a shower before you leave the room because you look and smell like a whore. But first, your fingers slip between your lips and you are off on a personal adventure while your mind replays the events of the day... Motel Bar Romance It was our 7th dance, but this was our 3rd slow one. As he pulled my hips closer, he pulled his face back. Still unsure, I spoke rather than giving in to a kiss. "What do you do?" He smiled at my obvious evasion. "Think of me as a truck driver." "Is that fun?" "It's what I do best." "Have you been a lot of places?" "Yeah. I've explored a lot of territory." "Do you have a favorite?" "What I like best is teaching locals about areas they've never visited." Then, deciding that the conversation was over, he pulled me back in, and we danced in silence. The next song, a faster one, didn't fit our particular drama, so I was pleased when he took my hand and led me to the bar. "What do you want?" "What did I want?" I thought to myself. The bar's mirror, rarely a girl's friend, hinted at the answer. Although simple, my black skirt and purple blouse was a bit upscale for this dump, but the tightness of my outfit fit in perfectly. And my heels, if not for their price, hinted at desperation. "Just some water, with a little lemon." "Sure you're not looking for something harder?" His glare made clear the real intent behind his words. "Everyone's looking for something." I replied, trying to be clever, but only egging him on in the process. "I was - that's for sure. Then I saw you walk in and figured my search was over." The dark red lipstick stain on my glass suggested an answer, but I asked anyway. "What do you mean?" "Look in the mirror, girl. What do you see?" What I saw was a tall, powerfully built man with piercing brown-black eyes. His dark hair had hints of grey, but there was nothing in his behavior that seemed old. "I see two new friends." I lied. "No you don't." He replied. "You see a man and a woman pausing in a motel bar." "Pausing?" "Yeah, pausing. This shit is transient, just a short break while you make up your mind." "Excuse me?" "Look, your thumb has touched your finger enough to let me know that you find it strange not wearing rings." My God, I had no idea I was so transparent. "You notice a lot, don't you?" "I do." His eyes, now fixed on me, began to make me uncomfortable. "I should go." "Probably should, but I don't think you want to." He paused long enough to let me speak, but I couldn't talk. He smiled, took my hand, and said, "Come with me." He led me, quickly, across the dance floor and out of the bar. The night's cold air was welcome, but we weren't outside long. He pushed through a series of doors, almost dragging me in the process, to a lounge outside the manager's office. Before I could speak, he kissed me. The passion was undeniable, and I gave myself to it. I had been imagining this moment since our first dance, but nothing prepared me for this. He broke our embrace, looked me in the eyes, and spoke. "You're so fucking hot. I want to own you." Then he grabbed my blouse with both hands, and ripped it open. I heard the buttons strike the wall, but my attention was focused on his powerful hands. I had never been touched with such power, or passion. "You like that, don't you?" I panted a non-answer, and he was on me again. My blouse and bra now lay on the floor, and my panties were soon to join them: while sucking my nipples he pulled them from me. "Fuck, girl, you're wet. I'm gonna love this." And with that he pushed me back toward a couch. "Lay down," he commanded. I watched him pull his shirt from his powerful torso as I lay down. He took his pants off when he was already between my legs, so I was left to imagine what I knew I'd soon experience. My imagination fell far short of reality. He positioned himself perfectly, and applied an ungodly amount of pressure, but my body resisted. He, however, would not be denied. Pain ripped through my body when my resistance failed. "Goddamn you're tight! Girl, I'm gonna own this pussy." Initially fearful about the assault, he surprised me with tenderness. With slow, short thrusts he taught my body to accept his. The pleasure I was beginning to feel was unimaginable, and he stared into my eyes as my first orgasm struck. "Don't worry, baby, it won't be your last." But it was the end of the short thrusts. He pushed deeply into my body, deeper than I knew existed, and then pulled back until he was almost out of me. He smiled as drove back into me. And then again, and again, and again. My soft moans had become grunts of passion, and of communication. Each time he pressed too deeply, I grunted and he retreated. Once he understood my physical limits, the fucking really began. And he would not stop. Like a machine he powered into my body. My own orgasms -- more powerful than ever before -- didn't even slow him. Unconsciously, I wrapped my legs around him when he drew near. With his last trust he ignored my limits and drove impossibly deep into me. I responded to my pain, and the immense pressure of his release, with a powerful orgasm. I held him close as I replayed in my mind the most amazing sexual experience in my life. When it seemed that he was getting ready to move, I begged. "Please, not yet." "No. Now's the time. Trust me." As he pulled from me I felt empty, my body holding a fleeting memory of the pleasure he gave me. "Sit up, girl." As I did I was aware that I -- that we -- were soiling the couch. He stood before me, his penis dangling dangerously close to my face. "Take it in your hand and rest it on the tip of your tongue." I did as instructed. "Now take your thumb, press it at the base of my cock, and pull it forward until the rest of my cum is in your mouth." I cherished every moment of this process. It was simply the sexiest thing I had ever done. "That's good, girl. I like that respect. I'm gonna show you one more thing. Take both hands and wrap them around my cock starting at the base. Do you see that?" "Yes." "What do you see?" "I can barely get them around you, and you're longer than both my hands placed together." "That's right. Now leave your hands there and pull the rest into your mouth." Staring up at him, with him in my mouth, and my hands wrapped around him, felt amazing. It was somehow perfect. "Good girl. Don't forget this. You still can't cover it all, and your lips can barely stretch around it. Do you know what that means?" I didn't, but I didn't break eye contact as I waited for him to tell me. "It means that you can handle a lot more cock than you're getting anywhere else. Think about that the next time to take your husband into your mouth, or allow him to fuck you. Just remember that." He pulled from me, quickly dressed, and without a word, left the room. He left me with his taste, with a throbbing below, with a memory that won't fade, and with a simple card that read, "Here's my email address, Brian." Motel Bound The text message came at exactly 8pm., as expected. It included the name of a motel, a room number and the time I was to arrive. I was told not to be late, so I didn't waste any time getting ready. I turned on my computer and got directions to the motel. It was in the city, just north of a bad neighborhood, that I was thankful to avoid. I didn't know the streets that well, but I figured it would take about 40 min. to get there. I had already showered and just needed to get dressed. He gave no instructions as to what I should wear, so I chose a simple, tight blue sweater, a short black skirt with no stockings or panties, and black 4'heels. I fixed my hair and applied my makeup how I knew He liked it. When I was ready, I looked myself over in the mirror, and was confident that I was presentable for the evening. Traffic was light as I drove into town and I found the motel quite easily. I parked the car and took one last look in the rear view mirror to check my hair and makeup. I needed to get to the room quickly, it was almost time. I went the motel office and got the key that was waiting for me. Room #209 was on the second floor at the very end of the hallway. When I got to the door, I opened my purse and took out the 2 inch wide, black leather collar and a short black leash, that I was instructed to wear whenever presenting myself to my Master. A quick look at my watch told me I'd better hurry. I put the key card in the reader and the door to the motel room unlocked. I walked inside and the door clicked shut behind me. I stood, for a moment, in the quiet. The room was dimly lit by a single candle on the nightstand next to the bed. I could barely see the dresser, to the right, as my eyes tried to adjust to the candlelight. I walked to the dresser, set my purse and key card down, then went to the far side of the bed and turned around. My back was now to the window. The curtains were drawn tight, so that the lights of the city could not show through. Immediately, I saw the white rope in the glow of the candlelight, neatly coiled on the bed. Seeing it sent a shiver through my whole body. I started to undress. My eyes stayed locked on the rope as I slowly removed my top and skirt, folded them neatly, and set them on the end of the bed. I removed my shoes and put them to the side. When I was completely naked, except for my collar and leash, I stood silently. My feet were shoulder width apart and my arms at my sides. I was fixated on the rope. I couldn't wait to feel it surround me; soon it was going to give me such pleasure. The minutes passed slowly as I waited. I knew I was not to move. I was given specific instructions for my behavior and was warned to follow them precisely or I would be punished. As I stood quietly, I could feel the buds of my breasts getting hard and my naked pussy moistening between my legs. After several minutes had passed, I heard the creak of a chair in the corner behind me. Then, a calm, but firm voice spoke from out of the darkness, "Bend over." I obediently bent over and rested my forearms on the bed. I heard Him get up from the chair. He smoothed His hand down my back, over my ass, and traced around my asshole. He teased it for a bit, then without warning, He jammed two fingers, hard, into my slick wet cunt. He pushed them in as far as they would go. Slowly, He moved them back and forth before pulling them out. They lightly brushed it against my swollen clit as I tried my best not to react. His hand came around to my mouth and He outlined my lips with one of His moistened fingers. I could smell the sweet, intoxicating scent of my juices, but I didn't dare risk a taste. He used the leash to pull me up towards Him. My eyes were cast downward in respect, as He unhooked the leash, then spoke to me again. "Very nice My pet, you appear to be quite ready...you may continue," He said, then stepped back into the shadows to watch. I retrieved the rope and turned back around, so that my Master could see the front of my body in the room's soft glow. I held the rope to my face, caressing it passionately, rubbing its smooth cotton texture across my cheek. I loved how it felt against my skin. I couldn't wait to begin. I found the middle of the rope and wrapped it around the back of my neck. I had practiced my rope harness many times in preparation for this night. I knew exactly what to do and made sure to tie each knot perfectly. It was important to have it just right, as I wanted, very much, to please my Master with what I had learned. I loved each twist and turn the rope made around my breasts and stomach. The more it surrounded my body the more excited I got. My juices were trickling down my thighs as I threaded the rope through the lips of my pussy. I made sure to position two special knots. One that would press against my clit and the other to tease my asshole. My body quivered with excitement as I tied each knot, knowing He was watching and enjoying my every move. When I was finished, I stood very still, and kept my eyes cast downward. I held out the ends of the tied rope and offered it into the darkness. Again, I waited silently for my Master's inspection. It was a longer wait this time before He came forward to examine my work. "Well done, My pet, I see you have been practicing," He said. He grabbed the rope that was threaded through my quivering pussy and yanked it up, hard. I wanted to cry out, but I knew I had to keep silent or the punishment could be severe. He held it tight for a few moments, then He grabbed the rope around my breasts and tugged on it, as if to check the fit around my body. "I am impressed with the concern for detail in your harness," He said, as He continued to inspect the knotted rope, "you have pleased your Master." When He seemed to be satisfied, He stepped back and stood quietly, but only for a moment. He didn't speak, but grabbed the back of my hair, using it to turn my body around. He ran His fingernails down my back, as if trying to elicit a cry of pain. "On the bed, slave, face down, Now!" He commanded, as He let go of the firm grip He had on my hair and forced my body down on to the bed. He took my left ankle and neatly wrapped the end of a rope around it several times. My left wrist was brought down behind my back and tied to the inside of my ankle. The rope was then strung through the back of the harness to secure my limbs. He reattached the leash and then used it to guide my body as He rolled me over to the right, "H mm, this is an interesting position my little slut has gotten herself into," He said, like it was all part of His plan. My right leg extended out in front of me, causing me to feel off balance. He wrapped a rope around my ankle and tied it to the bed frame below. Then, instead of binding my right wrist, He wove the rope through my fore finger and thumb, positioned my arm out above my head and tied it to the other side of the bed. The position I was in now, was causing the knot from my harness to put more pressure on my aching clit. I could feel an orgasm coming on. In the dim light I could barely see my Master watching my body as I trembled. I tried not to squirm and make it worse. I was afraid I couldn't hold back. I knew the consequence of disobedience and I tried with everything I had to extinguish my brewing climax. "Sir, may i speak?" I asked softly, hoping to get His permission for release without upsetting Him. "Quiet slave! No, you may not speak," my Master commanded. I watched Him reach for something in the darkness. He turned and forced a ball gag into my mouth and fastened it snuggly behind my head. "There My pet, that should take care of any further noise from you." "I see you are already close to orgasm, but you will NOT come yet. You will not come until "I" give you permission to do so." Then, He turned and disappeared into the darkness. I tried to calm my body as I lay quietly. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the ropes that confined me. Physically, I was very close to climax, my whole body trembled as my orgasm drew nearer. Mentally, I felt tormented. My limbs were bound tight together on one side and spread out on the other and my mind was having a hard time putting the two together. A few minutes had passed and I turned my head towards the dresser and opened my eyes. Through the faint light I saw my Master with His hand on His magnificent tool, stroking it purposefully. He seemed quite amused as He watched me, harnessed, gagged, and tied to the bed in an unbalanced position. He stepped closer to further torment me. I desperately wanted His cock in my mouth, but I could tell that He wasn't going to let me have that pleasure just yet. He got on the bed, next to my face, close enough for me to smell His musky scent. His hands reached for my hardened nipples and pinched them hard, twisting them until they were red and throbbing. When He let go, He gave each breast a hard slap and asked me mockingly how it felt. It was a question that was answered with my eyes. He saw that I was thoroughly enjoying it and slapped them hard once more before reaching down to check the wetness between my legs. I felt pressure on the knot against my clit. He pushed on it, hard, just to see how much I could take. I closed my eyes and let my mind go. The rope surrounding my body and my Masters tormenting was taking me deep inside myself. I felt His cock against my face, working its way to my mouth. He undid the ball gag and immediately ordered me to suck Him. Keeping my eyes closed, I turned my head, but He didn't wait for my mouth to open wide enough. He slammed His tool forcefully to the back of my throat and held it there. I savored His throbbing cock. Slowly, He began pumping it in and out of my mouth like a piston. I gasped for air with each powerful stroke. "Open your eyes slut, look at Me when you've got My cock in your mouth." He said and gave my tits a hard open hand slap. I could barely keep from screaming as I opened my eyes and watched Him fuck my face. My whole body convulsed frantically as I struggled for breath, gagging and choking on His thick shaft. He ground His hips forward and continued fucking my mouth and teasing my sopping cunt until I was just on the edge. I prayed that my Master would allow me to cum quickly. Within seconds, my Master's cock exploded. His hot sticky sperm shot into my mouth, spilling out of the sides and as He pulled out, He jerked the rest over my face and hair. When He had pumped himself dry, He collapsed next to me. I could feel the sweat dripping from His body. "I think you have waited long enough, My pet" He said after catching His breath, "you have earned your release for this evening." I couldn't have held off much longer. Panting desperately, He worked my pussy until I came, like I never had before. My heart was beating like mad and my body trembled with each pulsating wave. My heaving tits were covered with a thin layer of perspiration and I felt light headed. I was so overcome with emotion that I fought back tears. Moments later, I felt a kiss on my forehead as my Master arose from the bed. I could barely see Him in the shadows as He dressed. He undid my restraints, gathered His things and walked towards the motel door. He stopped and turned towards me. "My pet, you have pleased your Master well!" He said and walked out. (\__/) (='.'=)