4 comments/ 10691 views/ 3 favorites My Dream Man By: Cromagnonman This was my first Law Society dinner since I was hired by Beauchamp and Partners as an articled clerk and I was a little in awe of the people there. It was held in the ballroom of the most prestigious hotel in town. There was so much power concentrated in this room, so many men and women who, with a glance or a raised eyebrow could make or break a person's future. I sat at a table with several junior clerks and paralegals far removed from the official table. The important guys were at a table in the front row close to the official table and the lectern that was being used by the speakers. The girls were all frocked up, I had a little black number designed to attract attention, cut low enough to expose my unsupported boobs and short enough to reveal much of my other assets, my black stocking clad legs. The guys at our table were all wearing rented tux's and looked the part of young lawyers on the rise up the legal ladder. I took a second sip of my chardonnay and glanced around the room just as a man walked into the room and took his seat at the main table. "Oh my God!" I grabbed Stephanie on the arm so tightly that she flinched, "Who is he?" "He, who?" "That guy that just sat at the main table is who." "Oh, him. That's the famous Mitchell Gray, only the top corporate lawyer in the whole country. What he doesn't know about company law isn't worth knowing. He's the go to guy for all things corporate. Some even say that there's a total eclipse of the sun when he puts his jocks on in the morning. It is said that if a company wants to wriggle out of some shady deal they call on his services." "I don't care about that stuff, I want to know about the important things like is he married and if not does he have a girl-friend and if it's 'no' to those is he gay?" "He is not married and I don't think he has a girl-friend but I do know that he's definitely not gay." "Have you ever seen anyone so gorgeous in your entire life?" I was losing control here, I just simply had to meet this man. "Down girl. He's way out of your league and what makes you think that he'd even be the slightest bit interested in an articled clerk. To attract his attention you'd have to be at the very least a solicitor." "A girl can dream can't she? What I do know is that I'm wet and I'll have to go to the little girls' room to clean up." I got up and Stephanie followed. I caught him glancing in my direction as we left the room. As I sat in the cubicle attempting to stem the flow from my pussy the door opened and another couple of women came in. "I see that Mitchell's been hired to defend in that insider trading trial. The guy's home free." "I don't know so much, the word has it that he was caught cold and the prosecution has a huge pile of evidence against him." "Be that as it may, Mitchell's on the case." My heart skipped a beat, I knew something of the case that they were talking about and, although there was an overwhelming amount of evidence against him, the file that I read suggested that much of it was circumstantial. I also knew the man on trial and I had come to the conclusion that he was as straight as a stock broker could be. Maybe this was my chance. As Stephanie and I left the restroom area I bumped into a man coming in. "Oops, sorry." I looked straight into his eyes. "Don't be, it was my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going." His eyes smiled at me and I almost lost what little resolve I had. "I know that this is forward of me, but could you spare me a few minutes of your valuable time, I have some information that may be of use to you." The smile left his eyes to be replaced by a puzzled expression, was this for real or just a come-on? He decided that it must be for real. "Wait here while I answer the call of nature." "Yes Sir." "I hope that you know what you're doing, you can't just front up to someone like Mitchell Gray with a line like that." "I have, and it's not a line, I'm serious." Mitchell came out of the restroom. "Now what do you want to tell me?" "I have information that proves your client to be totally innocent of insider trading." "Come with me." He led me into a tiny room off the main room. "Tell me more." "My cousin works for your client and has told me that he did not have inside information about the take-over of the company that he bought shares in before the announcement was made and the share prices went up through the roof." "And he can prove all of this?" "Yes. You see, what happened is that he had a call from a bond salesman who asked him if he was prepared to sell the shares that he held in this company. This made him curious because the stocks had not traded for years because it was common knowledge that the founder of this hardware chain was never going to sell, so why the sudden interest? His curiosity piqued, he did some investigating and discovered that the man's son had forced a competency test and had him declared incompetent to run the company, thereby gaining control. What he also found out that the son had made several trips to China over the last six months where he had been in discussions with executives from a large company that was looking to expand into our market. He asked his broker to buy up all shares not owned by the family, hoping to make a huge fortune when the take-over was announced." "It didn't take long to track down the other shareholders and offer to buy their shares at a slightly higher price than the son was offering, and in most cases he got in before the other trader. When the son heard what had happened he made all sorts of threats against my cousin's boss, including that he would destroy his reputation as a trader and that he would meet an untimely and very painful end. The recording of the phone conversations between your client and the bond trader that should support his story have been edited to implicate your client. A competent computer analysis of the tape will reveal that. Your client thought that his copy had been stolen when he couldn't find it, but my cousin has it and it supports your client's side of the story." "That's very interesting. What are you doing after this show?" "I had nothing planned, why?" "You came here wearing that dress and you tell me that you didn't plan to attract the attention of some unsuspecting male?" "Now that you mention it, I had thought of something like that." "Come with me and we'll discuss this matter in greater detail back at my place, or, if that makes you feel uncomfortable, your place." My mind went back to the dresses that I had tried on and discarded as unsuitable for the occasion that I had intended to hang up in the morning and decided that his place would be better. "My place is a shambles right now so it looks like your place wins." "What makes you think my place isn't a shambles too?" "Is it?" "No, actually it's not. As soon as I can get away from the boredom of the top table I'll come over and get you, that'll give your friends something to talk about." He bent over and gave me a peck on the cheek that got me gushing again but I wasn't going to let that bother me any more. I sat next to Stephanie's puzzled expression. "Well?" "Nothing." "Bullshit! Darcy Nelson you are the worst liar that I have ever met. You don't expect me to believe that you engineered that meeting and talked to him for, like hours, and nothing came of it, Fess up girl, I want all the details." "Nothing to tell." She eventually gave up and turned her attention to one of the men at our table who, if I hadn't now had other plans, I would have chosen for myself. I left her to her devises and kept a close eye on Mitchell. I watched as he slowly extricated himself from the table and made his way towards my table, the eyes of many women following his path, a mixture of curiosity and jealousy on their faces. He stood behind my chair and bent over to whisper in my ear, "Ready Darcy?" As I stood he pulled the chair from under me and I turned to face him, my most seductive smile directed only at him. He returned the smile, aware that I was hoping to gain as much mileage from this as I could. As I grabbed my purse and walked towards the door I felt his hand at my waist and heard Stephanie's whisper, "Bitch! Nothing happened, huh! Just wait till I see you again." We left the hotel and the valet guy went to fetch his car. I was impressed when it pulled up next to us, brand new and gleaming, but somehow it didn't sound like any Jaguar that I had heard before and, because my father had been in the Jaguar Car Club, I had heard a few over the years. So this was one of the new XF diesels. The valet guy held the door open for me and copped a healthy glimpse of leg as I slid inside. He blushed when he saw that Mitchell was watching him and hurriedly closed the door and went to serve another customer. "You've made an impression tonight, you realize that don't you?" "No more than you, my friend Stephanie was just about ready to kill me when you came over to our table." He eased into the traffic and headed towards the coast, the car sliding easily along the road. Mitchell seemed at ease in this environment and his relaxed driving style had me losing the tension that had been building up ever since he suggested that I accompany him home. We pulled into the car park of one of the newish and very luxurious beachfront apartment buildings. In the lift on the way to the penthouse he turned to me, "You know, if you hadn't bumped into me when you did I would have had to engineer a way to meet you, you saved me the bother, you were clearly the most beautiful woman there." "You're kidding me, right?" "No, I don't kid about things like this. You chose a dress that suited your looks and personality, and that highlighted your best features. Not only were you the most beautiful there but you were the most attractive. Some women are beautiful but are so shallow that they are not attractive. You Darcy are both." We had reached his apartment and, as we entered I had to stop and take it all in. "Wow! This is the most amazing apartment that I have ever seen, the view is to die for!" I took in the furniture and it was all perfect, but where was the TV, where was the sound system? He pushed a button on a control panel and soft, seductive music wafted through the room. I stood admiring the view over the sea, the boats drifting by the reflection of their lights in the calm sea. Mitchell came and stood behind me, his arms around me drawing me back to his body, his warm, hard body. I could see our reflection in the window and I was reminded of those romantic movies where the couple return from a night out and pause for a quiet moment before making love. "Mmm, your hair smells nice." His nose was buried in my hair. I tilted my head to one side offering my throat to him, he accepted the offer and I felt his lips brush against my skin, his nose taking in the perfume that I had sprayed on the pulse point, its floral aroma with a hint of musk in the after notes had better work after the price that I paid for it. I had my eyes closed so I didn't see his hands move to my breasts, cupping them and searching for my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. They weren't hard to find, standing out as they were and getting harder as he squeezed them. "Whatever it is you're planning to do to me, don't you dare stop." "I have no intention of stopping." But he did, but not before one of his hands moved south and found my pussy hiding under only two layers of fabric, my dress and my almost non-existent thong. I pushed against his hand, a movement that allowed me just enough room to move my hand between us and feel his impressively hard, and big, cock. He took my hand in his and removed it from his cock. "No touching. Tonight is just for you Darcy darling." "Don't I have any say in this?" I didn't want any say in this but a girl has to maintain the appearance of some sort of control over proceedings right? "We'll see. But for now allow me to dictate terms." He released his hold on me just long enough to turn me around to face him. I looked into his eyes for a second before his lips found mine, hell they weren't hiding from him, then I closed them, my eyes that is. His lips retreated from mine. "Would you like something to drink?" they came back just after I answered. Mitchell walked to what appeared to be a blank wall and pushed a panel which popped open to reveal a bar. "What do you have?" "Whatever you desire, name it and it's yours." I thought about that for a second and resisted saying; "You." "I think I'll just have a white wine if that's okay." "Perfect." He opened a bottle and placed it into an ice bucket and carried it and two glasses over to where I sat. He showed me the bottle and I saw that it was a Marlborough Region Sauvignon Blanc, the Kiwis do that wine so well, at least that's what my father reckons. I sipped my wine, I was not disappointed, "Mmm, nice." "You know something about wine do you?" "My father had friends in the wine industry and I used to go with him when he was restocking his cellar." "What is your favourite wine style?" "It's probably easier to tell you what I don't like, I don't like spirits of any sort the same thing goes for cheap red wine and sparklings, instant hangovers and I hate hangovers." "Come." He led me to another part of the wall which turned out to be racks of wine bottles. I took one out and immediately recognised the label, a 'Hill of Grace' from Henschkes. Closer inspection revealed not a 'Grange' in sight. "No Grange I see, why is that, I would have thought that you would have at least one to impress whoever you bring here." He gave me a strange look. "Why would I have to impress people? Do I strike you as someone who has to do that? Would you have been impressed if you knew that I had spent six hundred dollars on a bottle of wine that I would probably never drink just to impress people?" "No, of course not. You've managed to impress me without a Grange and without even trying." My glass was empty and was topped up. We sat on his large Chesterfield looking at the view and allowing the music to set the mood. I hoped that he had forgotten why he invited me here tonight, if that was the real reason. "This is nice, so relaxing, it sure as hell beats going home to an apartment with clothes scattered all over the bed and dishes in the sink. I could get used to this lifestyle." "Is that why you're studying Law?" "No, of course not. I don't want to sound like some sort of idealist but I'd be happy working for some legal aid firm just as long as I felt that I was making some difference to the people I work for." "You aren't intending to concentrate on commercial law then?" "I would if only to help the little man get justice against the robber barons of the commercial world. I have a problem with the way that they think that they can ride roughshod over anyone who doesn't comply with their desires." I had climbed onto my favourite soap box and was getting carried away when I realised that his fingers were lightly touching my thigh. Do I stop him or do I let him continue to see just how far he was going to go. Stupid question Darcy, you allow him to bring you here, you fancy the man like crazy and you even think about stopping him, get real girl. He noticed my hand shaking and took the glass from it and placed it on the coffee table, his one hand resumed its exploration of my thigh while the other brushed a wisp of hair from my face, looping it over my ear. If he hadn't taken the glass from me there would have been wine all over the leather. I closed my eyes and allowed my head to rest back against the chesterfield. I felt his lips brush mine sending a wave of electricity right through my body. My God, this man, this god among men was seducing me and I was doing nothing to stop him, in fact I was consciously willing him on in his endeavours. His lips brushed mine again and paused mid brush, I believe he is waiting for my reaction so I reacted, allowing my lips to part, willing his tongue to enter. It did. Its tip reached the tip of my tongue and caressed it. I pushed my lips against his, forcing his tongue further into my mouth. His hand, the one that wasn't edging its way further up my thigh, reached up behind my head and pulled me even closer to him. The other hand had reached the top of my stocking, yes stocking, I had spent a fortune on proper stockings and suspenders, and yes, I even had to go to an 'Adult Shop' to get it, just so I wasn't encumbered by pantihose when the man of choice reached this point. I felt a finger slip under the stocking top and pull it away from my flesh before letting it flick back in place. It continued north until it reached my sopping wet thong where it moved back and forth, only the fabric preventing it from entering my pussy. If he keeps this up much longer I'll be coming all over his finger. He kept it up and a shudder swept through my body and I pushed down on his finger forcing it hard against my pussy. His finger moved the thong aside and entered me and I lost control of my body, my hips jerked back and forth as his finger went deeper inside me until I felt a whole lot of fluid squirt from my pussy, all over the leather. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I've never done that before. I couldn't stop it once it started. I'd better get something to clean up this mess before it damages your expensive sofa." "No, leave it. I want the stain to remind us of the first time that I made you cum." The first time? Does this mean that this god, this Adonis, this man of my dreams is going to make me cum again? Mitchell stood and helped me to my feet. "Come with me." He led me into his boudoir, his master bedroom with the emphasis on master. This was a room where he would be totally in control. The huge bed dominated the centre of the room, its cover a deep red colour to match one wall. The other walls were mirrored and provided a three sided view of any action. The ceiling above the bed was similarly mirrored. Wow I could watch his arse bouncing up and down while he fucked me. We stood there for several minutes, me admiring myself in the mirror, I did look sexy and I was proud of it, after all it had gotten me this far hadn't it? "You look so sexy, do you know that?" His hand reached for the zipper at the back of my dress and it dropped to the floor leaving me naked except for my black thong, stockings and suspenders. "My god, I am really impressed." He cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples, I was getting weak at the knees about now. "These are truly the most perfect breasts that I have ever seen, or felt, in my entire life." Flattery, I thought, will get you everywhere. "No fair, I'm standing here in all my glory and you are still fully clothed, when do I get something to feast my eyes on?" "Soon, be patient, all will come to those who wait." Was this an intended double entendre? He turned me around and bent over my left breast, taking it in his mouth he sucked it while swirling his tongue around my rock hard nipple. "If you keep that up I'm going to have to sit down, my knees are just about to give out on me." He moved me back until I could feel the bed behind me and lowered me gently onto it. I was in a most vulnerable position, my arse on the edge of the bed and my pussy facing directly at him. To make life easier for him I spread my legs as far apart as I could. He placed himself between them and continued to suckle my breast, my hands on the back of his head holding him to me. Forever later he stopped suckling and began to kiss and lick his way south, pausing for what seemed a long time at my navel before arriving at my thong. Pulling it to one side his tongue began to lick my pussy lips and, while I willed it to enter, I was enjoying what he was doing too much to complain. My Dream Man I've been at the firm for almost two years now and about six months after I got there he came in. Ever since I laid eyes on Joe, I knew he was special. When we have meetings he always gives me this bear hug in greeting and the most amazingly beautiful smile that is to die for. I don't know if he knows how I feel but he is sure throwing signs out there. I got an email from him, he had sent me something on a case and I emailed him back and put a smiley face. The phone rang and as I answered it, his sweet, deep sexy voice said, "Hey sexy." I swear I almost fainted right there. My mouth went dry and it was hard to speak. "Hey sexy yourself, what can I do for you?" He just does not know what he does to me. "I'm sorry I didn't send this to you, I thought you were in the email, realized you weren't. What are you doing?" "It's ok, you've been busy. Just wrapping up for the day, getting ready to go home." "Will you come by my office before you go?" "Of course, be there in a few minutes." Oh....My...Gosh!!! I have to go in the bathroom and check myself before I go over. He is on the 1st floor so I have a few minutes. I went into the restroom and freshened up, didn't want to seem to anxious, although it was taking every bit of my energy not to fly down there. As I got off the elevator, I turned left towards his office, which happened to be a corner office and knocked on the door. He smiled at me and said hello and that damn smile of his makes my body quiver every time. As I sat down by his desk, I crossed my legs and folded my hands to keep them from moving. We had some small talk for a while which was nice, I was learning a little bit more about him. My hands were fidgeting though and he asked me if I was ok. "Absolutely, I'm good." Damn, I sound like a dork. "I do need to get going though, I've got a couple of stops to make before I get home. "Ok, no problem, hope you have a great evening." He gets up as I do and reaches over to give me a hug and our faces are too close. I meant to give him a kiss on the cheek but our faces turned at the same time and I met his lips. I looked at him, fearing I just screwed up but what I got was a smile. It was hard for me not to go crazy with excitement so I smiled back and turned to leave. As I walked towards the door, he put his hand on my ass and caressed it and I almost tripped. I turned to look at him, smiled and walked out the door. Before I got to the elevator to go to the garage, he came out of his office, looked at me and motioned for me to come back. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest. I got in his office and he locked the door. The look on his face told me why he called me in and that was it. His hands held my face and he kissed me. My arms went around him and I held him close as our mouths melded together. I couldn't keep my hands off of him and his kisses were dynamic. I opened my eyes to look at him the same time he did. I don't know if he knew what this meant to me but I was going to enjoy every second of him he gave me. He leaned me against the door and was touching me all over. He put his hands on my breasts and then my thighs. I had a dress on and he started to pull it up. He looked at me as if to ask if it was ok and I helped him pull it up. I was thinking of him when I got dressed this morning so I had on some nice thongs for him, which were wet by now. He put his hands in between my legs and that was it for me. I put my head back, moaned softly and put my leg up higher so he could get better access. He slipped the thong aside and touched my pussy and I was moaning in his mouth as he kissed me fiercely. He really has no idea what he does to me. I hiked my leg up further and he put a finger inside of me and then two and he was fucking my pussy fiercely and kissing me harder and I was about to cum on his hands. We must have been like that forever, it sure felt like it. Him fucking my pussy with his fingers and rubbing me. He slowed down and looked at me. "Are you going to the party tonight at the club," he asked me. "Yes, are you?" I asked breathless. "Yes. Since the club is just down the street, what do you say we meet back here in my office around 8, no one will be here." "I'll be here at 8," I told him with a smile. "Do I look ok, too frazzled? I'm don't want to have "that look" when I walk out the door." I really didn't care though. Does he know that I will never forget this day! He touched my hair, fixed it a bit and said, "You look beautiful." I swear my heart stopped. I don't even remember if I said thank you and it was hard for me to breathe. I did my errands, went home and got ready for the boring party. I had not wanted to go but now I couldn't wait to get there. I made sure I dressed sexy for him and this time I had no panties on and out the door I went. I arrived at 7 and there were a lot of people there. I mingled, got myself a drink and searched the room for him. As I was scanning, I saw him. He was with a group of people but he was looking at me. He had a beer in his hand and I gave him a smile and went to sit down and "be sociable." Eight o'clock could not come fast enough. After all the preliminaries were done, it was almost time to go. I went to the restroom to check myself and said goodbye and left. I didn't see him so I'm guessing he was already gone. I went to the Firm and straight to his office. He heard me and opened the door and locked it. I put my purse down, looked up and he was right there next to me. "Liz," he said my name so sweetly and again, he so gently put his hands on my face and kissed me. We were kissing and touching and I was going to go crazy if we didn't get our clothes off. He touched my ass and lifted my skirt. "Hmmmm, nothing on underneath, hah? And you are wet, so wet," as his hands grazed me. "I didn't want anything in the way tonight." He brought me over to his chair, took my skirt off and sat me down. He knelt down and put my legs back. As his lips touched my pussy I thought I would lose control it felt so good. I've dreamt of this for at least a year now. His lips were sucking on my pussy and then his fingers opened my lips up and as his mouth grabbed my clit his fingers went inside of me, stroking me. He started moving faster within me and his sucking and licking was making me buck my hips towards his face, he was driving me crazy. He then took one of his fingers and put it in my ass and I knew at that moment he was going to make me fall in love with him. One finger in my pussy while the other in my ass and his mouth sucking on me made me cum all over him. He didn't waste no time, we took the rest of our clothes off and he put me on the edge of his desk. He sucked on my nipples and made them nice and hard, harder actually. His mouth on my breasts felt so good, his breathe was warm and tantalizing. He had a beautiful cock and I wanted him inside of me so bad it hurt. As his cock touched my pussy I was over the edge with passion for him and then he was inside of me. I swear I was floating on a cloud. He felt so good and all I could do was spread my legs as far as they would go so I could get him as deep inside of me as possible. He was fucking me hard and fast and it was all I could do to not yell out. "Joe, you feel so damn good, I love your cock inside of me! I've been wanting this for a very long time, fuck me Joe!" I didn't have to ask him twice as he slammed inside of me. Then he just ground his cock against my pussy, going in slow circles, skin against skin, back and forth. "I want you to cum on my cock Liz, I want to feel your sweet cum all over me." He then got up and went to a cabinet and grabbed a blanket and put it on the floor. "I'm sorry we don't have a bed, will the floor be ok for now? This is a nice soft, plush blanket." "It will be fine." I got down and laid on the blanket. It was nice and soft, it felt nice. He buried his face in my pussy again, damn be could do this all day. "You taste so good baby, so good," he said as his cock filled me up again. As he stroked me, his hand was on my clit rubbing it and our hips were meeting each other half way. He felt so damn good I knew I would be cumming on him any minute now, I wanted to cum all over him. "Joe, don't stop, give me everything you got, fuck me please!" As his strokes came faster and faster his mouth found mine. It was so intense for me and the more I moaned, the harder he kissed me and the harder he fucked me. I moaned louder and he could tell I was about to cum and he didn't let go of my mouth at all. My moans became yells inside of his mouth as I came all over his cock and my pussy was just quivering, gripping him with my excitement. It wasn't but a few seconds after I came on him that he filled me with his cum. I made sure he was as deep inside of me as possible, I wanted every drop of his sweet cum inside of me. He slowed down and he just stayed on top of me, keeping him inside of me. He gave me the sweetest of kisses and the way his hands frame my face when he kisses me is so damn intoxicating. "I have to get you on a bed." "You can come over to my place, maybe Friday?" "I'll be there," as he wraps me in his sweet kisses. It was Friday morning and I didn't know how I was going to make it through the day in anticipation of seeing him tonight. I had given him directions and he was going to be there about 8. I wore one of my sexy, conservative dresses today and once again, no panties. I knew I would be wet all day and I wanted to feel the wetness all over my pussy all day long. I was in the elevator, the door opened and in he comes. There were 3 other people in there so we did a casual hello. My pussy was pulsing at the mere sight of him. The door opened and the others got out, how convenient. He turned around, grabbed me and gave me such a fierce kiss. Our bodies were together, his hands went under my dress and his eyes popped wide open with surprise. I smiled against his lips, his fingers went inside of me with such intensity and we had to stop, the elevator was stopping. He licked his fingers and turned around. One more stop and he was off and I practically ran in my office and shut the door. I put one leg on the desk and leaned back, thought of him and made myself cum. I had to, it couldn't wait. I got some beer for him and wine for me, some strawberries and other snacks, not that we would be eating much. Food that is anyway. I wore my black sheer gown, nothing on underneath and the bell rang promptly at 8. "Punctual I see," I said with a smile. "Are you kidding me, I've been trying to hold myself back and not arrive too early. I've been thinking of you all week." "I've been thinking of you all year." "Why have you never told me?" "I thought you knew, the way I flirted wih you." "I thought you were just being friendly." "Sorry but I don't rub legs with just anyone. "I got you some beer, would you like one?" "Would love one, thank you. By the way, you look exquisite." "Why, thank you." "Not to rush anything but how about you give me a tour, would really like to see your bedroom." "Let's go then. Would you help me grab the wine and strawberries?" "Of course, anything." "Quick tour, this is the downstairs and this is the starewell leading to the upstairs and here we go. My bedroom. We can put this stuff on the table over here." We put it down and he put his arms on me, caressing my arms. He gave me a sweet kiss then bent and put my nipple in his mouth, making my gown nice and wet. He did the same to the other. He then pulled it over my head. I reached over and put on some nice love song music, it was perfect. I even had some candles lit up. After his clothes were off, he gently laid me on the bed. He kissed me all over, taking his time and it felt so good to have his mouth on me everywhere. He sucked on my nipples again, gently grabbing them with his teeth. He pulled on it but it actually felt good, really good and he must have sensed that because he did the same with my other nipple. "Damn Joe, you are incredible!" "Can I tell you something?" "Of course, anything." "I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything but I have to tell you this. All of this really means something to me, I've wanted, admired you for so long. I'm not asking for anything, I just had to tell you that." "Thank you for telling me Liz and it doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. Lay back now and let me make sweet love to you." Wow, that went good. Damn, too good. His mouth found my pussy and he just looked at it, caressed my lips with his fingers, taking his time. It felt so good. His hands went to my thighs and gently moved them out and there his mouth went, sucking and licking on me. I arched my hips, needing to get closer to his face. His fingers entered me, one then two and he instantly moved inside of me with an extreme intensity, my hips bucked and I screamed with exctasy as he fucked my pussy with his hand. He didn't take long at all before I was cumming all over his hand. He got up and reached over and grabbed a strawberry. He touched my wet pussy with it and then bit the strawberry. He ate that one then got another. His mouth was on my clit, and the strawberry caressing my lips. "Come on baby, cum for me again. I want to taste your sweet cum all over this strawberry." Wow, he was amazing! As his mouth sucked and sucked on my clit, he ever so gently had the strawberry just wrapped slightly in my lips, waiting for me to cum. I couldn't believe this, it was so intense, I was on the edge ready to fall. He sucked even harder and my juices were flowing and he didn't move that strawberry. When I was done, he put the whole thing, except for the stem in his mouth and said, "now, that's the very best strawberry I ever had!" After that, his cock was inside of me. "Put my legs all the way back Joe, I need you as deep inside of me as you can go." "My pleasure baby." He made love and fucked me for what seemed like hours. He stopped, grabbed me and gently pulled me up and turned me around. "Such a beautiful ass. Ummmmmm hmmmmm." As he entered me from behind, I arched my back to get him once again deep inside of me. "Faster Joe, fuck me harder." His pace increased and I was meeting it with just as much intensity. He was hitting my spot and I knew I would be cumming on him once again. "That's it baby, cum on me, give it to me." And that was it, my warm juices ran all over his sweet cock and I heard him moaning deeply with ecstasy. "Liz, will you ride me? I want to see you sitting on top of me and your beautiful pussy wrapped around my cock, going up and down." "I would love to. And one more thing, I love it when you say my name. It's so personal and sensual." As he laid down, I straddled him, grabbed his cock and rubbed the head on my lips, back and forth, nice and slow. "Baby, I cannot take too much more of this." I slowly went all the way down and ground on him, going in circles, damn that feels so damn good. Then I went up and down and he was watching. He could see my lips wrapped around him, taking all of him in and it was nice to watch his face. I sped up the pace and leaned over, braced myself on his chest and slammed my pussy on him over and over, loving he sound of my wetness slapping on him. He quickly took me off, laid me down, put my legs way back and pummeled me, so fast and we were both trembling, cumming on each other. He put my legs back down a bit but he stayed inside of me, and I didn't want him to move out of me. "Damn Liz, that was fucking incredible!" "Joe, that was the best ever, you have no idea how good you make me feel." "Oh no, I think I do," as his mouth covered mine in his sweet, intense kisses that carried me away. My Dream Man Minutes later I glanced at the mirror just as his tongue brushed my clit and my hips took on a mind of their own as spasm after spasm wracked my body. When I eventually calmed down I lifted my hips, suggesting none too subtly that he should remove the protecting garment. He accepted the suggestion and it was soon on the floor. I felt the tip of his finger gently part my pussy lips and rub back and forth at the entrance of my vagina. If the power of suggestion worked it would soon be inside me. It was, and all the time that it slowly pushed in and out his tongue caressed my clit bringing me to yet another orgasm, several other orgasms. I cranked my suggestive powers up several notches and willed him to take off his clothes and fuck me. My power failed me for a long, long time until, it seemed like hours later, he stood and stripped off his clothes but not before waving his hand at a panel beside the bed to dim the lights. I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy lips as he moved it at the entrance to coat it with my juices before pushing it into me. I could feel every little bit of him as he pushed it in until he was all the way inside me and I could feel his balls against my arse hole. He felt big, not so big that it stretched me until it hurt, just perfectly big. He stayed that way forever while he kissed me and nibbled my neck, blew in my ear, bit my ear lobe and did all of those things designed to make a girl enjoy the process. For my part I clenched my pussy muscles, squeezing his cock as hard as I could while my feet were under his arse cheeks in a futile attempt to push him further inside me. And then, and then he began to move, slowly at first and then increasing his speed until he was pumping away in a slow but steady beat, driving it in as far as it would go and pulling it out until it almost dropped from me. I lost count of how many times my body was wracked with violent spasms before, with a grunt, he unloaded himself inside me. I don't know how many litres of cum he shot inside me but spurt after spurt flooded my pussy. He lay on top of me supporting his weight on his elbows as he looked deep into my eyes. "You Darcy are the best fuck that I have ever had." I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy and running down over my arse and onto the bed. "We are making a mess on the bed, don't you think we should move and clean up?" 'No, there'll be just another stain to remind us of this perfect night." He stayed where he was with his softening cock still inside me. So I clenched my muscles to keep him inside and this brought on another wave of kissing and nibbling until I felt it begin to harden and he began once more to move it inside me. Just as it reached its peak hardness he pulled it from me and rolled me over onto my stomach, lifting my hips to allow better access for his rod of iron. I have one problem with doggy style fucking and that is the clit is kept out of play unless. . . As if he had read my mind Mitchell's finger found the tip of my clit and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Just when I thought that it couldn't get any better than this it did. As another spasm shook my body he unloaded yet another flood of cum into my already full pussy and, as he came I reached between my legs and gently squeezed his balls as they were emptied of their seed. A flood of our juices flowed from me as he pulled out. He tried to stem the flow with his tongue, lapping at my pussy and swallowing as fast as he could. It did nothing for my self control and another orgasm shook my body. I had to take some control back from him so I pulled myself free of his tongue and pushed him onto his back. Before he had a chance to complain I had his cock in my mouth and was licking and sucking our juices from it. I heard him groan in pleasure as he grabbed my head and held it to him as I cleaned his cock and balls of all traces of our mutual pleasure. It was my turn this time. As his cock hardened I straddled him and fed it into my pussy rocking back and forth on it forcing it deep inside me until I could feel his pubes brushing on the tip of my clit. I've died and gone to heaven in this bed, on this man, this god of men and I wanted him to feel that he was there as well, so I held back on my orgasm until I felt his cock was bout to shoot its load, then I let myself go and we both came together. I rolled off him and lay exhausted beside him until he turned around and began to lick me clean again, so I wriggled between his legs and we indulged in a 69 cleansing process that brought him to hardness again. He swung around and lowered himself onto me pushing his cock inside me. He was really hitting his straps this time, "Oh god, oh god, I'm cumming, please Mitchell darling fill me, fill my cunt with you, I want all of you inside me!" Just at that precise moment a loud screeching filled the room. "Oh my god! No! Don't tell me there was a wife after all and she's come home and caught us!" Then reality kicked in and I pulled my fingers from my pussy. "Fucking alarm clock!" I grabbed it and threw it against the wall where it joined yesterday's alarm clock. My dreams were costing me a fortune in clocks. My Dream Meeting My philosophy is that in any relationship between men and women the woman is in charge. In charge of everything, from where they will live, to when he will be allowed to have orgasms, and everything in between. I wish to live this lifestyle full time. I have searched for years looking for the one man out there for me; the one who will agree that the woman are the one in charge of the household. Little did I know that there really was a man out there looking for just that right woman to take charge. We have emailed for over a year and finally decide to meet. You have expressed your desire to have the same kind of relationship I wish to have. Through our discussions I believe that you are the perfect man for me. I have built strong desires to be with you, as you have done the same. We have chatted online, and on the phone numerous times. You have expressed how you wish for me to wear the pants in our family, how you need to submit to me fully, and with no reservations. We have had few difficult times in our discussions however there is one issue we will need to deal with when we meet. Yes it will be one of the first things we do as I feel it is important that you know from the start who is in charge. As we speak on the phone, you try with no avail to tell me that you would like to just forget that since it was done oh so very long ago. It has been a long time, almost 6 months however I can not allow you to get away with that type of attitude or you will never respect my authority. You must learn right from the start. After we discuss this you tell me “I will send you an email tomorrow morning letting you know the itinerary for my trip” and we hang up. The next morning I check my mail, so far nothing… I send you a short reminder and to tell you how much I love you and then go on about my housework. Suddenly I hear my computer announce I have mail... I open my inbox and there it is, your itinerary, I read it over and start to realize my dream is finally going to come true. I respond telling you how very excited I am that you are finally going to come to me, and we can begin the rest of our lives. I then go on to prepare the house for your arrival. We don’t see each other online that night but I know that it is probably because you are packing and getting ready to come home to me. I hardly sleep, my mind working overtime; thoughts of our future run through my mind, and finally falling asleep with a huge smile on my face. I awake to the phone ringing: “Hello” “Hello my love, just wanted to let you know I was leaving for the airport and I will be seeing you in a few hours” “Yes my dear, I am so excited. I can’t wait to see you, to hold you, to kiss you, and yes to turn you over my knee” “Oh Hun do we have to do that as soon as I arrive?” “Yes! And I don’t want to hear another word about it or you will have 2 waiting understood?” “Yes Ma’am. I will see you soon, I love you” “Love you too dear, goodbye” “Bye” I hang up the phone and smile... My dreams are all about to come true once and for all. I walk around the house making sure everything is perfect. Walking into the bedroom I take the paddle down from its hanger in the closet and lay it on the bed. This will be waiting from my husband to be when he arrives home. Looking at the clock, I must get dressed now or I will be late picking you up. I want to be there when the plane lands. I want to see your face as you walk into your new life, the one we have both dreamed of for many years. I arrive at the airport just in time to hear them announce your planes arrival. I walk to the gate and watch, waiting for the man of my dreams to step on to the concourse. People walk off, and continue to walk by, you are the last person off the plane when I finally see you. I wave and you lift your hand in acknowledgment. I walk up to you smiling, reaching out and pulling you close to me in a tight hug. I say “hi, nice to finally hold you” My hands rub down your back and rest on your nice round firm bottom. Giving it a swat, “we must be going now, your new home awaits you as well as your gift lying on the bed” You smile at me with wonder and curiosity in your eyes. I then reach for your hand and guide you down the escalator to the baggage compartment. Grabbing your bags quickly we go to the car, and drive home. Not much is said on the way home, just the normal chit chat about a new city. I assume you were trying to remember what was on the corners I turned on, the names of streets etc… Then suddenly I pull into the driveway, and push the button for the garage to open. Once all the way into the garage and the car parked, I turn in my seat and smile. “Welcome Jordan, this will be your new home, I hope you will enjoy it here, and that we will be happy for years to come. Remember I am in charge of everything, and you will submit to me at any time. Is there anything you wish to say before we walk across the threshold of our new home?” “No Katie, I agree with everything we have talked about and decided upon. I submit my bare bottom any time you feel necessary for me to do so. I am sure we will be happy for years to come as you wear the pants in this family my love” “Good, then I would like you to get out and get your suitcases, and follow me, I will show you to our bedroom, and you can meet your bottoms new friend” “Yes Ma’am” You open your door, and step out reaching in the back for one of your suitcases; I then opened the trunk for you to get the other 2 out. Then we walk into the kitchen and through the living room to the stairs where I lead you to the bedroom. You place the suitcases down at the door and look around. Smiling as you now realize this is all coming true and before you know it you will be living in the domestic discipline relationship you have wanted for years. You walk over to the bed and look at the paddle lying on the quilt. It is a fairly large paddle, one that will cover your bottom quite well. You reach to pick it up, holding it in your hand and then laying it across your bottom. I sit in the chair watching you intently. Wondering what you are thinking but not saying a word. You then swat your bottom one hard time with it; you give a little yelp, and lose your balance just a bit. I smile and call you over to me. “Jordan, bring that here so we can get this out of the way and begin our new life together” You look at me with horror in your eyes, but you start your walk across the room. Finally reaching me with the paddle to your sides, I reach up undoing your belt and sliding it off you. I then take the paddle from your hand laying it on the table next to me; I reach up and undo your jeans, pulling them down in one swift pull. I point to my lap while saying “across my lap Jordan” Very slowly you lower your body down across my lap. My hand rests gently across your bottom cheeks; my other hand pulls your legs up so you are well positioned across my lap. I remind you what you are being spanked for, and bring my hand down hard across your bottom without any warning. You jump as this first swat connects to your bottom. The only covering is your underwear. I continue with my hand swat after swat, each one becoming harder and harder. You squirm and I tell you to hold still. Then as suddenly as it started I stopped. I rubbed your bottom for a moment. You thanked me for your spanking and attempted to get up from position. I held you tightly, and informed you that I would let you know when I was done, I had just begun. I then raised the waistband of your underwear and glanced at your warm pink color of your bottom. I decided that was enough of a warm up for this spanking, and continued to pull them down to your knees, again laying my hand on your warm cheeks. You clenched your bottom as I do this not knowing when the swats would begin. Again without warning, I bring my hand down hard 10 consecutive times on each cheek. I then pick up the paddle and continue to slap each cheek, covering your entire bottom; you jump with each swat crying out to please stop and that you will behave from now on. I then remind you that I do not stop until I am sure you have learned the lesson that was being taught, swatting with each word as I continue to scold you. After what seems a lifetime to you, I stop, laying the paddle down again, and rubbing your cheeks with my hand. You don’t attempt to get up this time, and I praise you for this. I then finish off the spanking with a nice round of hand spanks to each cheek. Then helping you up your underwear still around your knees I walk you over to the mirror, turn you around and tell you to turn your head and look at your bottom. You do so and flinch when you see how bright red your skin is, all over your bottom and the tops of your thighs. As you look at yourself tears running down your cheeks, I say “This is what you have to look forward to if you misbehave or forget who is in charge in this house again. I hope you have learned not to argue with me again. Now go stand in the corner while I unpack your clothes and put them away.” I have a huge smile on my face as I watch you stand in the corner and putting your clothes away in drawers or hanging them up in the closet. I know now that you are home and home for good. This is the beginning to a wonderful relationship. I don’t find out until later you had never had a real spanking before the only ones you had ever had were ones that were either directed over the phone, or ones you have given yourself, and therefore this was the beginning of a whole new experience for you. You thrived at the thought of the new lessons you were going to learn, you were anxious to hear how your life was going to change and even though you were still sobbing from the sting in your cheeks, you were smiling as I spoke softly to you while putting your clothes away. Once I have everything put away I walk over, pull your underwear up and hand you your jeans; I watch you as you get dressed. “I think there are a few things we need to agree upon, and discuss before going any further with our relationship.” Taking you down to the kitchen I make us a sandwich and sit at the table… You sit down quiet gingerly but with a smile on your face. Thanking me for the sandwich and asking what it is that we needed to discuss. “Jordan, what happened upstairs I suspect will happen frequently until you learn and fully understand that I am indeed the boss, and wear the pants in this family. Other punishments may come into play if you continue to misbehave and those will be administered if and when I choose and as I choose. Is that understood?” “Yes but such as what other punishments?” “Whatever I decide upon, and remember it will occur whenever I say” As I continue… “Also Jordan, If your attitude needs an adjustment, and/or your behavior needs changing and we are out in public?, do not think this will be acceptable, I will either deal with it then, or as soon as we get home.” “Understood, Katie” “Good, now one more thing. When you are punished, there will be NO sex that day as a motivation to behave. This is not because I am angry with you but to help you remember that behavior is of the utmost importance. You will however be required to stay undressed as long as I wish, and will not ask to be allowed to dress. I hope that too is understood?” “Understood, Katie” The rest of the day, we went shopping, met some of my friends, went out to dinner, and watched a bit of television. It was a great day but now it was time for bed. Walking hand in hand up to our room, you ask “because I was punished today, does that mean we can not have sex?” “No Jordan, that spanking was overdue, you behaved fine the rest of the day, and besides I am looking forward to feeling that strong body over mine, and that hard cock deep inside me.” As we continue up the stairs, I take a hold of your cock, rubbing it through your jeans. You grow with anticipation. Continuing to rub and fondle you, I can hear your breathing begin to get heavy. Walking you over to the bed I turn and once again begin to take your pants down, only this time for fun, not for punishment. After taking off all your clothes, I sit you on the bed and start to take my own off in front of you. Your member starts becoming harder with each piece of clothing I remove. Then once naked, I walk over to you, wrapping your arms around me as I slide myself along your chest pushing you back to lie on the bed. Kissing you deeply. The night moves on to fulfill our fantasies we have discussed for so long. Falling asleep while still wrapped tightly in your arms. To be continued: My Dream...My Fantasy... This story is purely fictional, but some of the characteristics of the main character are real, which makes the events in this story have more of an impact. Enjoy Feedback appreciated The socks are always the toughest part of getting undressed; they seem to cling to my skinny legs like little elves begging for attention. It takes me a moment but I succeed at removing them. I slowly and carefully step into the bath tub; balancing myself by tightly grasping the handle on the inner wall of the tub. I gently turn the water on and my body flinches as the first splash of water hits me; it’s always so damn cold. The water runs down my misshapen body; my arched back, my crooked knees, my skinny legs. I sit there in the tub and let the water fall where it may; in here I am free, no hatred, no anger, just me and my thoughts. I know I should wash up quickly and go and get dressed; my girlfriend Serena is coming over for our ‘Movie Night’. Movie Night usually consists of us lying together on the couch eating popcorn as we watch a film. She is easily startled so I usually take a few innocent jabs on my chest each time she is spooked by a film. Myself; well, I am a crier. I have this habit of tearing up at a mushy part of any film. So our evening usually consists of both of us comforting each other throughout the film. She is definitely not what I expected in a girlfriend; she finds my odd quirks quite interesting, and she keeps saying she is not turned away at all by my physical disability at all. I always thought there would always be issues concerning my disability; but I am glad to have been proven wrong. Anyway, I lean back and relax; the water beats on my skin like a soft massage. I hear the door to bathroom open and a voice calls me. ‘Hey sexy, you in here?" Serena asks in a giggly voice. Her presence me and for a moment I sat there in the shower not sure how to react. ‘Um, yeah. Just give me a sec to finish up.” I heard the door shut and figured she had gone to sit in the living room and wait for me. After a minute or two a foot appeared in front of me. “Mind if I join you?” she said as she stepped into the tub. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do; I shut my eyes and attempted to cover the growing excitement my body was going through. I would have to say that is the hardest part of being a guy; it’s tough to look innocent when I get excited. “Why are keeping your eyes closed? I don’t mind if you look at me.” She told me as she sat down opposite of me. “Um, well, you know. I see you naked all my hopes and dreams come true and I don’t really know if I am prepared to go from my fantasy world to reality.” I replied. It was true; for so long I have been dreaming and fantasizing about seeing a woman naked in a romantic setting that I was a bit afraid that it was happening. In a way I had come to terms with the fact that I may never be with a woman sexually. “Oh, you’re such a cutie.” She said. “Why are you trying to cover up your body? You know that doesn’t bother me at all.” “Um, I know. I just don’t know if I am prepared for you to see me naked.” Deep down I have always been ashamed of my body. I would never really admit it to anyone, neither do I blame anyone; I’ve just always been that way. “Believe me sexy, there are things on that body that I am dying to get my hands on.” She said flirtingly. She was usually pretty forward with me in terms of what she liked and disliked, and right now she was driving me up the wall. “Now, open your eyes and look at me.” I slowly inched my eyes open and look up into hers, trying desperately not to break the horizon between her face and the rest of her body. She looked back at me with the most seductive and sensual smile I have ever seen; no doubt I was turned on. She leaned forward and kissed me liked I have never been kissed before; but seeing that I had only kissed one girl before her that wasn’t saying much. The one thing that always amazed me about kissing was that I always expected that I would find another’s tongue in my mouth revolting but in reality when it actually happened I loved it. It was and still is my favorite part of kissing, other than having a woman’s arms wrapped around me of course. She leaned back and smiled. “Now, turn around.” “Huh?” I replied looking confused. “Trust me; I’m not going to do anything freaky.” I was totally lost, but be it for me to not listen to a beautiful woman; I turned around. “Now, just close your eyes and enjoy this, ok? “Um, sure.” I replied nervously as I closed my eyes. She put hers hand gently on my shoulders and rubbed just below my neck. Next she did something that totally threw my concentration off; she leaned in and kissed just under my neck. I didn’t have great feeling in my back but I definitely felt her warm lips to the top arch on my back. I never in a million years would have ever thought I’d be in a situation where a woman would be kissing and caressing my back. As I had gotten older, through the year my back had become more and more arched; it became so bad that I was beginning to have trouble breathing. A few years ago I had major back surgery to straighten my spine, at least to the point where I no longer would have trouble breathing. My entire back was covered in many scars from the surgery, and at this moment a young woman was kissing and caressing it; she was not turned away by the scars at all. Her hands moved from my shoulders to the crevice in my back. She slowly and gently ran her fingers down to the entire length of my back and stopped just above my hips. From there she leaning closer to me and wrapped her arms around me and placed her head on my left shoulder and started to kiss my neck. “Does that feel good sweety?” she asked. I was so nervous and excited at the same time, my entire body was shaking and goose bumps had formed. “Um” I had my eyes closed as tight as possible at this point, “yeah, that felt really good.” I squeaked out. We sat there for only a minute, her arms holding me against her; I could feel her warm flesh pressed up against my back. I closed my eyes knowing that I had finally found the thing I have always wanted; the love and friendship of a woman. “I know it’ll be tough, but do you think we can move to your bed?” she asked. “I’m sure it would be much more comfortable and warm and welcoming.” I turned my head and our eyes met, “You know I just don’t let any strange woman into my bed.” I joked. “But you’re only a tad strange.” We both giggled and she smiled; damn, that smile was going to be the end of me. The journey from the shower to my bed was not an easy one; I usually wore leg braces to walk, I am incapable of walking under my own power without them. Serena is totally understanding of this; she helped me climb out of the tub and onto my feet. She wrapped her arms around from behind and held me up. “Just steady yourself and go slowly, I kinda like having you in my arms.” She said softly as she nibbled my neck. “Hey would ya look at that. I better not let you fall forward; your excitement may get squished.” She was definitely right; Mr. Happy was standing at attention. It took a bit of time, but we successfully made it to my bed. She climbed onto the bed and gently helped me off my feet until I was lying down and she was kneeling beside me. “No, what should we do about your signs of playfulness?” she giggled. I was nervous beyond belief; my hands were shaking. She grasped my hand and lifted it toward her. “Don’t be nervous; I know this is a special moment for both of us, you especially. Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable and we can stop. “Ok,” I replied quietly. She started by kissing the palm of my right hand, which seemed ironic to me because that is the hand I use to, um, well, never mind, not important. She began sucking my fingers one by one and then began moving up my arm, kissing it with her warm lips. She kissed my shoulder and my neck; her hand ventured south and softly caressed my manhood. I kept my eyes closed trying concentrate, I didn’t want to explode right there and ruin this very hot and romantic moment. She kissed my lips, softly at first, and then with more of an I want you feeling; I kissed her back. Our tongues met and played with each other, her tongue explored my mouth and mine hers. Our lips parted as she sat up and straddled me but no sexual contact was made. She grasped my hand and placed it gently on her chest, I could feel her warm flesh on my palm; ours eyes never left each others gaze. She slowly moved my hand down her body until it was just above her small patch of hair between her legs; if I didn’t know better I would think she had trimmed her pubic hair. “You doing ok?’ she asked softly. I just kept starring into her eyes and nodded. She moved my hand down farther until I could feel the warmth and the wetness of her pussy. Her yes closed as I gained more nerve as started to slowly rub her flesh. I had no idea what to do next so I just laid there and continued to gently rub her flesh and enjoyed the moment. She opened her eyes and looked at me seductively. “Just relax, I’ll go slow and be gentle.” She moved herself back a tad and then leaned forward and grasped my manhood with her hand and gently stroked it. I closed my eyes; I figured I could die right there and still feel happy for the life I had lived. My fists were clenched; I was beyond nervous, but also didn’t want her to stop. She continued to stroke it slowly then did something I have only fantasized about. Her tongue touched the head as she began licking it. She raised her free hand and grasped my hand and held it. This moment was the most erotic, the naughtiest, and the most sensual and romantic moment I have ever experienced. Her lips touched me at that moment, as she slowly sucked me; I could feel her tongue play with me inside her mouth. I opened my eyes and we looked at each other, she never stopped what she was doing. That moment for me seemed to last forever for both of us; she stopped playing with my manhood and began to kiss my body as she moved upward. We didn’t kiss at that point; we gazed in each others eyes for a moment. “Was that ok? She asked. ‘Um, that was wonderful.” I said nervously. “Ah, I know I’m not experienced in this area, but seeing what you just did for me, shouldn’t I return the favor.” “Are you sure you’re comfortable with that? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She looked at me with a smile. She seemed surprised that I was willing to do this. “Um, well, you may have to coach me a little, but I can’t imagine who else I’d rather do it with.” I said nervously. She hugged me a kissed me on the cheek. “You’re such a sweetie, that’s why I love you so much.” I sat there for a second, dumbfounded; did she just say what I thought she said? I looked at her, more serious than usual. “Say that again please?” I asked. “What, that I love you? Oh honey, you know I do.” She said smiling. “Um, I know. It’s just suddenly seems to mean more that you say that to me in this situation. All I’ve ever wanted was to fall in love, and you saying that just made me realize that I finally have.” Now, being a man usually one would be ashamed to admit this, but at moment I teared up and cried a bit; she was weepy eyed as well. We hugged each other tightly which seemed like forever, but I didn’t care. I could only hope this moment would last forever. She leaned back, wiped the tears from her eyes, and gave me a naughty grin. “Now, I think there was talk about me coaching you in the art of orally pleasuring a woman.” She said through her grin. “Well, don’t fault me because I am inexperienced, but I’ll give it a shot. Can you give me a little hand sitting up?” I asked. She helped me up by pressing gently on my upper back. I changed position so I was kneeling between her legs. She lay in front of me looking like the Wiccan Goddess she is with her beautiful wavy hair and a cute and most adorable smile. “No, just start off gently; don’t attack it right on. Work up to it, I want you to enjoy this as much as I will.” She instructed me. I nodded nervously as I leaned down. I began by kissing her inner thigh, tickling it with my tough. I looked up for approval; I just got back a quite moan as her eyes closed. I slowly made my way up her thigh closer to her flower, I could feel the heat emanating from it; I knew she was growing more and more aroused. I slowly licked around it; I could taste her with my tongue. It was a sweet sensation, along with a faint salty flavor. I finally started to slowly savor the inner workings of her flower. Her breathing became faster and her moans became more frequent and audible. She put her left hand upon my head and urged me to go deeper. From what I could tell her other hand was busy playing with her breasts and nipples. I began to move my tongue a little faster, licking the entire length of her love flower. Suddenly her right hand grasped my left hand and squeezed it tightly. “Yes! Yes! Oh! Her body tightened up as I gave her an orgasm. This was the first orgasm I had ever given a woman and I felt quite proud of myself. “Did I do O.K.?” I asked. “That was wonderful, you did a great job.” She replied with a smile. “Now, I am not sure how you want to go about the next part. Do you want to lay down with me on top or would something else be easier?” My nervous state had pretty much diminished by that point. “Um, well. I am pretty comfortable where I am; let me give it a shot from here.” I sat up and moved myself closer to her; my soldier stood out like a sore thumb. I caressed it just to give it a little more hardness and moved in. “Now, go easy; just don’t stab it in there. Feel me around you. Feel my lips tighten as you enter me. Here, I’ll give you a hand.” she said as she reached out and gently grasped my manhood. She rubbed the head over her slit a couple times and then pushed her hips against me ever so gently. I entered her slowly; I moved my hips forward and she pressed back. “Gently, easy does it; just enjoy the feeling.” I can’t tell you how good it felt, I was trying so hard not to blow my load right there. “Now, slowly move yourself in and out.” I started moving my hips slowly as she moved hers. I looked in her eyes with a look of enjoyment and nervousness. She just smiled back and signaled that I was doing fine. She closed her eyes and a quite moan turned into frequent louder moans. “Mmmmm, yes Sheldon; oh your good at this.” We continued for what I hope would have been forever, but being a virgin I knew I could not hold out long. “Um, Serena; I am just about to blow. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can hold back much longer.” I said in a slight tense tone. She arched her back so she was nearly sitting up and wrapped her arms armed me, along with her legs. “Its O.K. honey; just go easy and let it happen when it does. Don’t hold back.” She rubbed my back and looked at me with the smile that was the reason I fell for her in the first place. “Oh! God! Yes!” I held her tightly as I came, I can’t believe how good it felt. We kissed for a long moment and slowly leaned back until we were lying down. My eyes teared up and I began to cry again. “What’s wrong Sweets?” she asked looking concerned. “I’m not sad; I’m just overfilled with happiness and joy at this moment.” I replied. “Oh, your such a sweety, I am glad you are mine.” She said as she kissed me. I rested my head on her chest and laid there, her warmness comforted me the entire night.