0 comments/ 11652 views/ 0 favorites My Angel Ch. 1 By: Backyard sweaty It's a beautiful day outside, the sun is shinning, it's warm and there is a definite feel of spring or early summer in the air. I awaken early and when I open my eyes it is to catch sight of one of God's most intoxicating creations. A woman. Not just any woman, it would be blasphemous to believe that, this is a creation that far exceeds the average miracle. This woman, on top of her exquisite beauty, has a fabulous body that screams out that she is younger than her age. Her breasts are a combination of her determination, pride and willingness to overcome obstacles. Her legs and feet can make most men and a high number of women I'm sure want to fall to their knees just to kiss and caress this walking Goddess. But to stop the description of her there would be to perpetrate a human flaw, the half truth. You see she also has an unbelievable wit, intellect, drive, charm and above all else she can make you feel like you are the special one in the room when any clear thinking person would realize that they are in the presence of a supreme rarity. To capsize: She is Goddess. She opens her eyes to my movements, she is not a morning person and you can readily see that as she puts her hands to her face to bring herself to bear. The edge of her mouth is moist from the iota of drool that adds to her mystic. She yearns to have me place my mouth over hers and thrust my tongue deep into her mouth to taste her morningness. She moves to be kissed but I painfully abstain, she has a big day ahead of her and I want her primed with desire for erotic, sensual even primal love. She knows none of these plans and I can see the pain in her eyes as I ignore her desires and I remove myself from our togetherness in bed. She knows how I want her to dress in every situation and today, our second day at the conference, after she gets out of the shower she dons a button down the front dress, crotchless panties and a designer bra. I can't help but to feel myself grow with my desire for her and I can feel that she knows it. Oh did I leave that part out of my description? The part that addresses our unspoken communication, the love that I feel for her that intensifies each time I see or think of her. The fact that she can read my mind and desires and of her needs to please me. Did I leave that part out? I'm so sorry. I can count on her teasing me now. She knows I want her as bad as she wants to be taken and drug to a state where her animalistic, uncontrollable, medieval, humiliating primal lust filled urges control her. I hold the door open for her as we go down to breakfast and as we walk into the dinning room and are escorted to our table and take our seats I can see the slight blushing of her cheeks, she is not use to going crotchless in public. I find her so charming, knowing that she is excited by being potentially embarrassed if anyone where to catch sight of her clean shaven crotch. This of course leads to wetness from sexual excitement and she is worried about a wet spot on her dress when she stands. I give her my first demand of the day, "stay seated and slide your dress from under your ass and let your dress drape around you." The slight blushing is now a burning red as she realizes she has no choice as she hardly wants to disobey me in front of others after the last time. You did not hear of that? Last time I told her to do that she balked, I excused ourselves and told the waiter we would be right back. I led her outside and bent her over the hood of the nearest car, lifted her skirt and spanked her until she was crying hysterically. Pulled her dress back down, walked inside amidst a room full of men and women that all could not have missed what went on, her eyes were red but this time she sat like I had instructed. I was sure she did not want a repeat of that as the last time I told her she was very lucky that I don't have her get down and lick her juices from the seat as she always gets excited by being spanked on her bare ass with my bare hand like a little girl is punished by her daddy. She began to inch the dress up in hopes that no one would notice. My beautiful, intoxicating foolish Angel of a Pet, she does not seem to understand that wherever she goes her grace, style and exquisite body is followed by desirous eyes of men and women alike. "Isn't that better Angel?" I ask. "Yes sir" she responds. Okay, I say, enough of that, it is time that we act like professionals. After we have had our breakfast it is off to the conference for her and to the exhibits for me until the first break at 10am when we will begin our day of debauchery. To be continued... Feedback is welcomed and encouraged. My Angel Ch. 2 As we enter the convention center we are met with some stares, nothing out of the ordinary mind you it's just that when a woman looks like a Goddess she will always draw stares. She can't come into the exhibit hall as it is not open to anyone but the exhibitors yet so we must part ways and as we knew that we had already said our good-byes. So with longing looks and shy smiles we part and my heart goes with her. Somehow the lights seem to dim when she is not by my side, when I cannot reach out and feel the hardness of her toned body. Previously interesting things become just a tad more boring when she is no long near enough for me brush my hand across her hardened nipples while we are in a public place. I notice it's hard to concentrate for long stretches when she is not near enough for me to tease, humiliate, use and abuse her while she revels in my attentions paid to her. The first session of the day lasts "forever" before I see her come from the hall, she knows we will be missing the next session as well as I do. She is such a joy to watch as she wanders around pretending to be interested in the medical equipment for sell. And of course every sales person regardless of gender wants to be seen standing next to her which leads to a lot of unwanted demo's that she patiently puts up with. I wonder if she is wet with anticipation, I wonder if her cum as started down the inside of her thighs yet. As if on cue she turns her head to look into my eyes as she drags her nails lightly over her left breast and pinches her nipple before spinning off to look at the next booth. She knows I watched it all, she hopes that others saw it too as it turns her on to think of being used for others pleasure against her will. As the last of the conference goers heads back to the meeting rooms I know she has left, she is waiting by the Jeep. I set my equipment up to show it off in my absence and I too head for the Jeep. I practically run out the door and into her arms to hold her tight. I open her door for her as she slides in ever so graceful. We know exactly where we are going, there is an adult bookstore just down the road that appears to be in a nice enough neighborhood, it's our destination this morning. My lover knows I am very attracted to the cool, professional look of the Librarian sort under "normal" circumstances, and until 5 minutes ago our morning together was under those "normal" circumstances. It no longer is, she begins to unbutton her dress as we drive along the street, she tries to stay discreet but it is difficult to remove a bra discreetly in this setting. She knows I want her braless and she continues, her face begins to blush as we stop at the light next to an elderly man but she knows unless she continues she will be punished. As we pull into the parking lot she is just rebuttoning her dress I have her stop just above her cleavage. The smile accentuates her beauty as she remembers one of our favorite "punishments." The store has just opened and we appear to be the only customers as we search out the isles that we want. First it is to the vibrator, dildo isle that we go, a very wide selection they have every color, size and shape. I look to my Angel as I want her to take the lead in this, to decide the incidentals that make it for her. She looks to me as she toys with a monstrosity of a dildo, she is teasing me as only she can because she makes me feel so manly when we are in bed with my dick stuffed inside her cunt, I know she is happy with my size. I lift my chin and turn my head as if I am insulted and we laugh as she puts it back. Next she turns her attentions to the strapons as she knows I have an unacted upon desire to be fucked in the ass by her and only her. She gives me that same sideways glance, today is not the day my look tells her and she looks disappointed, I pull her close and promise her someday I will let her deflower me, (it however, won't be with as big a thing as that was). Her eye catches the knobbed medium sized one and as she picks it up a small sigh escapes her. She gets a glassy look as she rolls it in her hand, I can tell she is fantasizing of "trying it on for size". I lean close to her and say "I want you to taste yourself now" and I know that at that moment she began leaking down her thighs. She reaches under her dress to moisten her fingers with her juices and brings them up to her mouth just as she catches the eyes of the 50'ish year old lady clerk and turns crimson as she begins to leak even more at the idea of being caught tasting her own cum. I pull her and her new toy away from there and over to the lingerie section to look at half bras, she knew nothing of this part and I can see her begin to blush anew. The clerk of course is watching us closely now, is it because she liked what she saw? I must confess here that I do not know exactly what size bra my Angel wears. I just know that she has the worlds last perfect pair of tits and her nipples I could make love to for hours. I do know that women try bras on before purchasing them and I had no intention of making this time any different as she picked out her right size and started to leave. I did not move... Should it be continued? Feedback, regardless of good or bad is welcome. Always vote!!!