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Not Yet

By: LadyGodiva75



I was sitting in the doctor's office waiting for my name to be called when my mind started to wander. I saw myself lying completely naked on your bed. 

My tan golden brown skin glistening in the soft light of the room hair tossed ever so carefully to one side looking at you, wanting you, waiting for you to reach out and touch me. Carefully you approach the bed and gently kiss my left foot. You slightly caress my ankle and lower right calf with your other hand. 

You continue working your way up my leg carefully kissing me gently caressing first my calf then my thigh. Sending shivers through my body and making the hair on the back of my neck stand up in anticipation of the pleasure I was about to receive. I giggle excitedly, and a small gasp escapes me.

You smile, snicker and force me to lie flat on my back and spread my legs further apart. You continue to kiss, lick, and bite my upper thigh. First the left side then the right slowly methodically you lick and suck making me begin to rock my hips back and forth, I arch my back, desperately wanting you.

You slowly and carefully move your lips past my wet throbbing pussy. And you whisper not yet very softly under your breath so that I can feel the words and your hot breath on my clit, making me moan even louder. 

You continue to work your way up my body kissing and licking all of my curves. Around my hips slowly you kiss, and caress. Your fingers feel hot on my skin and your breath tickles me deep inside. I moan again I begin to breath deeper and a little faster with the building anticipation and longing for you to be inside me. 

You lick my tummy right up to my belly button before sticking your tongue inside it to tickle me. I giggle again and you smile and snicker some more. As you work your way up to my hard erect nipples I feel your hard cock brush against my skin. I gasp and arch my back a little more.

Carefully you lick and suck each nipple kneading my breast in your strong firm hands, pushing them together. You roll your tongue around each one of my nipples pinching them between your fingers firmly but gently, biting them ever so softly. I begin to rock my hips faster and I can feel my pussy throbbing and dripping wet ready to take all of you inside me.

Slowly you kiss up to my neck licking and sucking, tracing all the curves of my muscles with your tongue. I slowly run my hands over your ass and up the sides of your body resting my hands on your chest I look down to see your hard cock barely touching my sex. I throw my head back and moan in delight at the site of it about to enter me. Carefully you let your hard throbbing cock linger around the outside of my slit for what seems like an eternity, letting me grind on it back and forth ever so gently wetting it with my juices. As we both watch it move up and down slowly. 

Softly you whisper in my ear not yet. You kiss me passionately our tongues rolling around on each other gently. I run my tongue across your lips and gently bite your lower lip. 

You tell me I have been naughty for wanting you so badly and that I must be punished. You roll me over onto my stomach and demand that I get on all fours. I gasp with delight and smile as I turn over giggling excitedly.

I lean my head back my hair carefully falls across my shoulders and down to the side and I arch my back pushing my ass higher into the air, legs spread revealing the soft glistening slit flushed red, ripe and waiting to be penetrated by your hard cock. You smack the left side of my ass hard! I cry out in ecstasy. Then you rub gently in a soft circular motion the same spot and then smack again harder! Yes! I scream as you smack the right side.

Then you take your hard cock and slowly rub it up and down my wet pussy, carefully methodically teasing me only with the head, tracing it up and down the length of my slit. With your cock in your hand you smack it against my pussy. Then smack it on each of my ass cheeks. Mmmm. You want this don't you? You softly whisper in my ear.

I beg for you to stick it inside me and you carefully whisper with a smile not yet. Again, and again you smack my bare ass and continue to torture me with pleasure by running your hardness up and down the length of my wet glistening slit. The sound of your hand stinging my naked hot flesh and leaving a bright red handprint makes me pump my hips back and forth faster I begin to moan wildly, begging for you to penetrate me. 

Slowly you begin licking and biting each of my ass cheeks and work your way to my asshole. Licking and flicking the opening with your tongue. The hot wetness of your tongue makes me shiver and cry out in ecstasy. You lick me from my asshole to my clit up and down in a slow rhythmic motion, tasting all of my hot juices my pussy throbbing aching to be satisfied. You penetrate me with your tongue making me cry out and moan loudly. Yes! Yes! I say.

Closer and closer you push me to the point of pure ecstasy with every lick and thrust of your tongue. Just as I am about to explode you pull away gently and softly whisper not yet. I feel the words and your breath on my throbbing sensitive skin and I scream with pleasure. 

Carefully and slowly you insert your hard throbbing cock into my wet slit, I gasp with delight as I feel your eyes walking over every inch of my nakedness each curve each muscle standing erect and flexed with the anticipation of what was to come. Slowly in and out long deep thrusts, I begin to grind on your hardness, moaning with every thrust. Your balls gently swinging and tapping my hard clit as you thrust in and out sends shivers of ecstasy up my spine.

I begin to breathe harder and moan louder as you thrust deeper and faster into my soft warm, wet sex. Once your throbbing stiff cock is wet and slick you take it out of my pussy and carefully stick it into my ass. You watch as the head first disappears into the tight opening, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shock waves of pleasure through your entire body. You cry out in ecstasy. At the same time I gasp with delight and moan as it slowly enters me. You pump faster and deeper each thrust bringing us both to the place we long to be. You smack my ass harder and harder as you penetrate me. I cry out and moan the pleasure building to its peak. You watch hypnotized by the motion as your cock slips in and out of my tight opening. You throw your head back and moan as the pressure builds from deep inside you begging to be released into my ass. Again and again you thrust. 

Harder faster deeper!! I begin to massage my clit the wave of ecstasy about to come crashing onto the shore. Then just as you are at the point of no return I feel your cock stiffen and throb inside me, the warm gush of my sex and desire releases from my slit and covering my fingers. I scream with extreme delight as I feel you release your hot sex juices into my ass. 

Suddenly I am startled back to reality by the nurse calling my name. I realize I have been breathing almost panting in my chair with my eyes closed, fingers in my mouth and my head leaned back against the wall behind me, the entire office and waiting room has been watching me. My cheeks are flushed red with embarrassment as I realize I have been lost for what seemed like an eternity in my thoughts and fantasy of you. 

Not Yet



I have you bound on my bed. You are naked, your wrists tied above your head, your legs bound wide apart. Completely available, totally vulnerable, and I can see you tremble as it hits you, that feeling of helplessness. Knowing how much bigger than me you are, how strong you are, how muscular, yet knowing that you have given yourself to me this way. I can feel it, feel the trust you have in me. Knowing that I will hurt you, deliciously, with love and savage tenderness, but that I would never injure you or use you or misuse you. 

Teasing my fingernails over your flat brown nipples, I see you lunge up slightly. I lean down and whisper in your ear. "It feels good, doesn't it pet?"

You can only nod, your throat tight with tension and lust. I pluck at them with my fingers and nails, tugging them gently, teasing you. I lean down and lap at them with my tongue, first one, then the other. And then I suck on one, hard, biting you, pulling at you with my teeth. Again, one, then the other. You groan.

Now they are rigid and wet. But not quite hard enough.

I reach for an ice cube in the cup by the bed, and run circles around your nipples with it. The icy water runs down your chest and sides. I see you watching me, and I get the blindfold and put it around your eyes.

"I want you to just feel me, pet, not see me." I never tell you that it's too hard for me, to see your eyes when I do this to you. Knowing you could see my heart in my eyes, know how hard it is sometimes to take this role, yet knowing it's a deep need as well. And what a precious gift it is, this surrender to me. I take a deep breath, hoping you feel what I feel when I am naked and bound by you. The owned feeling, that sweet longing to be Yours, to do everything you command me to do. 

I take a long soft feather, and run it down your body, from wrists to ankles. It skims over your flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps over you. Then tickling it back up, slowly, erotically, watching you squirm and hearing you moan. My hands follow that same trail, skating over your bare skin, learning the textures of your body. The soft hair under your arms, the warm smoothness of your chest, the crisp hair framing your beautiful cock, your long hard legs, straining in the bonds, wanting to touch me. "Not yet, pet."

Again I am drawn to your nipples. I shudder, knowing how good it feels when you suck on mine. I attack them greedily, sucking them into my mouth until you are moaning. Glancing down, I can see how aroused you are. Your cock is rigid, red, throbbing, fully erect. God, it's so beautiful. But I resist the urge to touch it, telling myself the same thing; not yet, not yet. 

I start to massage your body, feeling the muscles under the warm skin. Your inner thighs, along the line between hip and thigh. Close, so dangerously close to your cock, but never quite there. I can see you tremble when I grip your thighs. You want to spread them more, but the bonds won't let you. I know that feeling, pet. Wanting to be so open and available for you. 

Taking another ice cube, I run it along your thighs, down behind your knees, down to your ankles. Those sounds you make are driving me crazy. I can feel my own body tremnling in response. Next, I pour warm oil on my hands, and begin to handle your body. Smoothing down your arms, across your chest, your hips, your legs. Kneading the muscles, memorizing the feel of your body under my hands. That beautiful body you give to me so willingly.

You are shiny with the sweet vanilla smelling oil. I simply stand there, admiring you, knowing you are there because you choose to be there, because you love me, because I love you. And that it's something we both crave, this exchange of power. 

But the lust is building inside me, pet. I slip my fingers into my wetness, and slather it on your lips. You greedily lick it off, whimpering slightly. "See what you to do me, pet?"

You chuckle, and thrust your hips up. "See what you do to me, Mistress?" 

"Oh yes, I see it. Do you want me to touch it?" I ask innocently. A violent shudder rushes over your body. A hissed "Yesssssssssssssss," is all I want to hear. "Not yet," I answer.

I see you tugging at the bonds, your muscles bulging and straining. I just smile wickedly. Moving down to the end of the bed, I unhook your ankle cuffs, one at a time, and retie them with your legs spread and up and open, looping heavy soft ropes under your knees to take the strain off your legs. I run my fingernails down your inner thighs, and I can see your battle, the battle inside you, hating to be bound like this, loving it at the same time. 

Taking a leather cock ring, I unsnap it, and quickly wrap it around the base of your throbbing length. Snapping it, it squeezes you gently, putting slight pressure around you, like my fingers would if I were gripping you. "Oh, fuck, Mistress," you groan, your hips thrusting up, trying to find my fingers again. 

Picking up the purple anal beads, I coat them with the slick lubricant. It's not something we have done yet, filling your ass, but I think it's time. I want you to feel what I feel when you fill me. 

Climbing on the bed, I straddle your body, facing away from you. My naked body under the nightgown settles on you. God, I do love the sounds you make when I touch you. I reach down, and spread your cheeks with my fingers. You tense, almost lifting my knees off the bed. "Wait, I........oh, God," you moan. I feel your capitulation, knowing what I am going to do, accepting it. I know it's not something you have done before. I know how much trust it takes for you to be bound like this. And I know how much you are going to love it.

I start to insert the beads slowly, slipping one in, then pushing it in deeper with my finger. Then the next, slightly larger, until they are all the way inside you, the whimsical heart shaped handle the only thing showing. 

Your cock, Jesus, your cock is harder than I have ever seen it. A deep mauve, the head almost purple, the veins distended and throbbing. It takes my breath away, knowing I drove you to this. 

Rising off your body and the bed, I lean down and tell you, "I'm going to fuck you with them, my sweet." Your body shudders in response. I move around the bed, and kneel between your open legs. I slide a long finger into the handle, and put my hand reassuringly on your inner thigh. Slowly, I start to slide it in and out. The beads slide out, one at a time, then I shove them back in gently. You groan, a low throaty growl, and I keep fucking you. Your hips are starting to move with me, reaching for the beads. "It feels heavenly, doesn't it, dear?"

You struggle to find words, I can see it. "Yesss."

After long moments of sliding them in and out of you, I pull it out. I lay on the bed, and spread your cheeks wider, and start to lap at you with my velvety tongue. "Jeeeessssssuuuusssssssssssss Chriiissst," you roar. I know what you are feeling. Somewhat violated, exposed, naked, and me doing this wicked naughty thing to you, licking you in that private spot. The intimacy of it shakes you to the core. And I feel that exact moment when you surrender it all to me. Your body slumps, and you relax, and my tongue dips into you deeper. You open, yield, and I dig my tongue at you, wanting more, til you are writhing on the bed. Lifting my head, I shove two fingers into you, and dive down on your cock. Your hips surge up, driving your cock into my throat. 

I fuck you with my fingers, twisting them, pressing on your prostate, driving you wild under my mouth and hands. And I suck, suck hard, and you start to cum. Your body is locked, your head thrown back, your back arched, trying to get as much of you into my mouth as you can. I push hard inside you, and you jerk, flooding my mouth and throat with your creamy essence. I can feel your whole body shaking apart. 

I suckle you slowly, sweetly, drawing out the last trembling shudders and groans, and then release you. Your cock is still red and rigid.

With unsteady hands I untie you. I felt the power of your surrender, and it has shaken me. Before I even have a chance to think about it, you are on me, pulling me under you, and driving your cock into my soaked sex. "Bitch," you whisper before your mouth claims mine. 

You fuck me. There is no other word for it, you fuck me with no finesse, just raw power and urgency, taking back the control you so willingly gave me a moment ago. I cling to you, lost in your body, in your possession, in your love. The climax, when it hits, is shattering. You follow me down into the vortex, screaming my name as you fill me. 

Collapsing on the bed, your heavy body covers mine, our bodies warm and damp. Your breathing is like a freight train, harsh and gulping. You roll off me, and I remove the cock ring. 

"Damn, woman, you said it would be intense, but I never knew. It gives me new respect for your surrender, my sweet." I just smile. You ain't seen nothing yet, my adorable pet. 

Not Yet by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2009



Not Yet, Miss Foster



I am feeling confident as I stand outside his door. He's a financial adviser whose services I am considering. 

As I walk into his office, and see him sitting in the big brown leather chair, I am struck by the rough outline of his profile. He is sitting looking away from me, out the window onto the city streets. He looks like a man who works his body hard for a living. His form is muscular and solid, not lean and sculpted like a guy who works out at the gym. There is something about his neck and shoulders, his torso, that implies power. His head is clean shaven, he has a neatly trimmed goatee. As he turns to me in his chair and sets some papers down on his desk, he somehow looks familiar to me. 

"Hello, Miss Foster. Please, sit down. Would you like some coffee, or some water?"

He's very polite. Almost formal. His voice is surprisingly gentle coming from such a big man. 

"Thanks," I say. "I would like some water, actually." The city streets are scorching outside, and I am still warm from the walk from the station. I put down my purse on the side table and reach forward to set my folder on his desk. He gets up and pours me a glass of water from a pitcher on the sideboard. As he sets it between us I am aware of the muscles in his legs as he leans forward. 

I feel instantly awkward around him. What is it? He's not what I would call "my type" and he's a good ten years older than me. He looks like a soldier, a cop maybe. I usually go for the pirate/gypsy bad guy look. But I have to admit he's kind of sexy. That's when I realize it. It comes on me in a rush of awareness and I can feel myself start to flush. Oh my fucking god. I know who he is. I've seen this man before. I know exactly where I have seen him before.

For a moment he doesn't look at me, distracted, reviewing my papers on his desk, and I can feel the blood rushing to my face, I want to get up, flee the room and run away. He glances up.

"Are you alright, Miss Foster?"

There is genuine feeling in his eyes. He looks surprised, curious. I have never seen his face like that before. I have seen him on my computer screen many times but never like this. My thoughts are flying faster than I can follow. 

"Ah, um... no, I'm fine, really. It's just, ah... the heat, outside I mean, and then... the air conditioning, you know, the sudden change in the ah... air. You know." 

I sound like a fucking idiot. I am so embarrassed. I am wearing my navy blue skirt, white blouse, heels, makeup. I dressed up for this appointment, wanting to look strong and poised and sophisticated and I here am stammering like a little girl. I am sitting here, trapped, looking into the eyes of a man I thought I would never meet, fascinated and terrified. 

He is John Stone, Master of Bondage and Domination and Submission. There is no doubt about it. I am face to face with the man who I have watched for hours, whose cock and fingers and other tools I have watched plunge into dozens of women in all kinds of brutal and provocative ways. He is the star of my favorite videos on my favorite kinky website. I can't believe it and I don't know how to deal with it and yet here it is. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!!!

And yet, he's looking at me with polite concern, such a gentleman, leaning forward in his chair as if he would come to my assistance if I needed it. I am sure I am bright pink and my breath is shaky and tentative. What the hell am I going to say? I grab the glass of water and take a deep gulp. Then another. He tilts his head and stares at me with kind questioning eyes. 

"Can I do anything to help you feel more comfortable right now?"

Holy shit. This is so strange. I am used to watching this man in office fantasy videos where he virtually rapes women in rooms just like this, and here he is being all nice and sweet. I think of the prison guard scenarios. The kidnapper, the soldier, the thug. And I remember the ones I like best, the ones without pretense or role-play, where it's just Master and slave. Where he makes her take orgasm after orgasm, pushes her buttons and her limits because they both know that's what she needs. Oh. My. God.

I stand up, woozy. My panties are already wet and I am so mortified I don't think I can take it.

" Really, I think I just need to go, you know, and cool off somewhere, Ah...I don't think I can handle this, ah, um.... I'm sorry. I just..."

He sees me floundering and comes around the desk, and gently touches my elbow. 

"What's wrong, Miss... I'm so sorry, I forgot, what's your name, please, sit down, it's alright."

"It's Kerry, Kerry Foster. Don't worry, I'll be fine, I just need some fresh air. I'm not used to air conditioning." At least that much is true. I try to regain my composure. 

"It's the change in climate, that's all. I'll be fine." 

He looks at me, his face is so close to mine, I can feel his hand on my arm like a red hot coal.

"Are you sure? You don't look so fine right now. Please, sit down. I think you should."

His voice is so certain and strong and I have heard it so many times before through my computer speakers that I obey. As I sit, trying to compose myself, he refills my water glass and sits on the edge of the desk in front of me. I realize that his cock is right in front of my face. I am overcome with lust and shame. I stammer a few more times, not knowing what to say.

"Really," I say, trying to be assertive. " I think I should just leave."

He crosses his arms, contemplating me as if I were a puzzle. His body language is effectively blocking me from doing anything but sitting there.

"Miss Foster, have we met before?"

I'm silent, I stare at my shoes. Why, why, did I wear my 'fuck me" pumps today? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Maybe we have met before, and I didn't remember? I meet a lot of people through my professional connections, and... also, my social life. Please forgive me if I somehow have forgotten meeting you." 

I force myself to look up at him. Come on Kerry! You're a grown woman, you can handle this. Buck up, girl! 

He still has the look of concerned curiosity, with an added layer of... what, amusement? I can't read his face but somehow I have to try to get control of the situation. I set the glass down on the little table and smooth my skirt across my knees, acutely self conscious but wanting to be brave. 

"Ah, um, we've never met before, I'm sure, but I ah, realized that there may be a... conflict of interest here, and I think I should, ah, go." I try to meet his gaze and I can't help but feel like he is on to me, he's laughing behind his eyes, he somehow knows exactly what is going on. 

"A conflict of interest?" He asks. "What do you mean?"

His eyes are definitely laughing now, but still kindly, his body is relaxed as he leans against the desk, his legs splayed in front of him, ankles crossed. He is so fucking sexy and powerful. I try to reason with myself. Alright, Kerry. Here you are. Deal with it. I sit back in my chair and cross my legs, trying to look casual. I rest my arms on the chair. Take a deep breath. For a fleeting moment I see his eyes move to my chest. I know my nipples are fighting against the thin fabric of my bra and blouse. Is he really looking at me like that? I'm forty, a little plump, definitely a few years and pounds past my prime and I am not used to this. I clear my throat, thinking of what to say, trying to breathe steady.

"Miss Foster?" He asks. At first I don't look up. 

"Kerry." His using my first name in that voice is so compelling that I can't help but meet his eyes. He is staring right into me. Not creepy or anything, just... real.

"Tell me what's wrong, Miss Foster."

There is no use in trying to hide. His gaze is steady, strong and confident, and... sweet, somehow. I am quiet for a moment, staring back, trying to think of what to say without sounding like a total idiot. I cross my arms over my aching tits, still trying to look relaxed. Fuck it, I think. I decide to tell the truth.

"Ummm... It's that.... I've realized that I've... ah, seen, ...I'm familiar with your other work." I swallow reflexively and look up at him.

I manage to hold eye contact for about a second and a half before he throws his head back and lets loose a genuine laugh. He shifts his weight forward and looks at me, smiling yet still polite. He looks ever so slightly surprised. 

"Oh Really." He clears his throat. "And how exactly does that constitute a 'conflict of interest,' Miss Foster?" I can't believe it. He's expecting me to answer, waiting almost playfully. 

"I think its, ah.... going to be distracting. For me, I mean. Of course, I know that you're a professional, and um, I just, think I would...ah, have a hard time concentrating on my... finances." I feel so pathetic. I am basically confessing that this powerful dominating man is turning me on. He stands up and walks toward the window, gazing into the hazy sunshine. 

"It's alright, Miss Foster. This doesn't happen very often, but it does, occasionally. And I don't mind. I'm.... proud of what I do. There's no point trying to hide it. " He looks at me sideways, I can't really see his face but he I can tell he is still smiling. 

"So, what do you think about it? About what you called, my "other" work?"

Now is the moment to get up and excuse myself. I should just smile politely and apologize for wasting his time and please thank you goodbye. I know that's what I should do. But I don't. I'm shocked and slightly stunned that this is happening to me. But I am fascinated, enthralled. I always have been, ever since I found that first kinky magazine in my Dad's dresser. Just like the Frank Zappa song. Dirty Love. I always saw the subtext behind it, the power involved in giving and taking control in a sexual context. God knows I played it out in enough unhealthy relationships over the years. But I never really indulged in exploring the real thing myself. Except online, stories, videos, pictures. I've got some pretty kinky masturbation fantasies, I admit. However, even when I watch the videos, one hand on the mouse, one in my pants, I always wonder about how it really works. It's so intense, so intimate, so... hardcore. How do you do that when there's a photographer, a video crew... is it just, lights, camera.... action? I've always been curious, always wanted to know. So I stay. I decide to be honest. I know from the website and the videos that this man is a highly regarded professional in his field. This office is in a respectable building, there is a nice maternal receptionist just outside the door. I feel strangely bold. Nothing is going to happen to me. I decide to speak up, and maybe satisfy my curiosity. 

"Actually, I think your work is great. Although, I don't have much to compare it to. I've never tried anything that, um, adventurous, myself. But obviously, I've um... well, I watched them. More than once. I guess that says something in itself."

His gaze is definitely intense, but still playful. 

"Yes, Miss Foster, I guess it does."

I am sure I am blushing ten times more than I was before, and I squirm a little in my chair. 

"I mean, I've looked at other sites, other, ah, videos, and, well, they mostly seem tacky to me. The ones on your site are better productions, you know. More professional." He raises an eyebrow. 

"Thank you," he says. "Sometimes I wonder if people even notice." 

"Do you produce your own videos, or are you just, a... performer?" I swallow nervously. This is without a doubt the strangest conversation I have ever had. 

"I'm part of the production team, yes."

"I always thought you had to be the director as well as the star. Frankly, it's hard to imagine anyone bossing you around." He laughs again. 

"You'd be surprised, most of the time, the person in the most control is the one getting tied up." 

I stare at my hands in my lap. What am I doing here? I resolve that I am not getting into anything, I am going to make small talk for a little while, then go. He surprises me with his next question.

"Do you have any favorites? Of my videos, I mean." My eyes are huge, I smile awkwardly, and pause with my mouth open before I speak. What have I got to lose? 

"Uhmm... I guess I like the ones where the girl isn't actually tied up. Where she's obeying because she wants to, not because she's forced to. I'm not so into the plots and costumes, really. The complicated gadgets and stuff..."

He comes over and sits in the chair next to me, crossing his legs casually. He doesn't say anything, just looks at me expecting me to say more. 

"Actually, I do like some of the role playing, I like the ones where there is already a power relationship between the characters, like the boss/secretary scenes. But like I said, the thing that gets me is the power play, the willingness to submit." He just keeps looking at me. At my face, thankfully. I know my nipples are like little rocks and I can smell my arousal wafting up from my lap.

"And you say you've never tried it yourself?" He asks the question carefully, kindly. 

" I had a boyfriend in college that was willing to fool around with silk scarves and blindfolds, that kind of thing. But mostly, no. It's not something that I usually feel comfortable bringing up."

"Are you comfortable talking with me now?" I laugh out loud. 

"Hell no, I'm as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. But I feel okay, you know, safe. Your secretary looks pretty legit out there." He chuckles. 

"I mean, obviously this is your office, your "day job." I don't imagine your going to try anything right now."

"But you might just imagine it when you get home?" He smiles looking straight in my eyes. "Boss and secretary, like you said." 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He looks at my shoes, then slowly brings his eyes up to my face. All of a sudden the mood shifts. He's looking at me so boldly. My heart is beating way too fast. I realize he is enjoying himself. He is playing with me! Does he actually think I'm attractive? This is real, this is really happening to me. I giggle. I can't help it. It's my nature to joke when I feel nervous. 

"Hell, I won't even wait till I get home. I'm imagining it right now." Shit. I put my hand to my mouth. Did I really just say that? I am so nervous and turned on and confused. What am I doing? He laughs again, but the air is definitely charged between us. I pause and take a sip from my water. 

"I probably shouldn't have said that. I don't know what I'm thinking. I'm sorry."

"Please, don't apologize. I find this conversation very refreshing. Would you like some more water?" 

"No, thank you. I'm sorry, it's just that I have never talked with anyone like this before." He looks thoughtful for a moment. 

"I suppose, after having been in the industry so long, I've gotten a little jaded. I forget that it's a... touchy subject for most people. The people I work with are very open about it, so I apologize if I'm being too frank." 

I put on my confused bimbo face. 

"Who's Frank? I thought your stage name was John." Like I said, I can't help myself. I'm a joker. 

"Actually, John is my real name. Stone is my middle name. You're a funny girl, Miss Foster."

He sat still for a moment, then looked at his watch. A slightly annoyed look comes over him. 

"Ah... Our appointment has gone by so fast. I have a conference call in a few minutes." He looks at me speculatively. "I'm sorry to have to cut this off so soon. Would you like to meet me for lunch?"

No way. This is not happening. I don't get asked out for lunch like this. And not by dangerous handsome fantasy figures. Who just happen to be financial advisers. And I do need financial advice, but I have the feeling that's not what he's thinking about. 

"Are you serious?" I narrow my eyes and give him a slightly dramatic suspicious look. I'm feeling bolder. 

"I'm not used to sudden offers of lunch. It makes me wonder."

"Wonder what?"

"I wonder what your intentions are." I try to smile confidently. 

"I would like to have lunch with an intriguing young woman I have just met. That's all."

"Young?" I scoff. "Intriguing?"

"Yes. I'd like to get your feedback. Most of the fans I hear from are, well, let's just say they're not like you. I'd like to get your perspective."

"Oh so this is a professional consultation, then?" I smile. "Maybe I should charge you." 

"No, Kerry." He pauses before he says my name. "I want to take you out to lunch."

His eyes are boring straight into me. His eyelids are hooded, seemingly calm, his face is relaxed with a hint of a smile, but steely, and there is no doubt what is behind that look. I am like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming Mack truck. I feel the impending reality of what is happening here. 

"Meet me at the Taproom, two blocks down Fifth. Do you know it?"

"Yes, I know where it is." 

He glances at his watch again and gets up from his chair. He is obviously used to being the one in control.

"Meet me at one thirty."

I realize that a powerful thing is taking place, he's not asking me to have lunch with him. He's telling me. I want to say yes. I want to say yes to a lot of things from this man. Still I try to maintain some dignity here. 

"Yes, Mister Stone, It would be my pleasure to have lunch with you."

His face spreads into a smirk at my choice of words. He knew I would say yes. I look up at him as boldly as I can. He really is enjoying himself. I have to admit that so am I. 

"I'm looking forward to it Miss Foster." He takes my hand, helping me to stand. He has been so formal, so articulate, this whole time. It is a mystery to me that this is the man behind the videos. I let him hold my hand for a split second as we look into each others eyes. He lets loose my hand and steps toward the door, opening it for me. I have the feeling that even as I am walking away from his office, I am walking towards something big, something huge. And it's not just his cock, which I happen to know is not quite huge but definitely big. Something is changing within me. I am exhilarated, I feel on fire. I clutch my purse under my arm and smile shyly at his secretary sitting right there. I realize I can't remember the name on his business card, on the sign on the door. It doesn't matter, he is John Stone, and he is not my financial adviser. 

"I'll see you at one thirty, Miss Foster."

I look over my shoulder, and look him in the eyes. I let my lust show in my face.

Please, Mister Stone, call me Kerry." He smiles back at me. He is confident, calm.

"Not yet, Miss Foster, not yet."



Not Yet My Sister-in-Law Ch. 01



We were in a cheap motel in Hershey, PA, but unfortunately we were not alone. My fiancée, Tiffany's sister, was in the bathroom getting ready to take a shower. We'd just spent the day at HersheyPark and the day had been hot, so Tiffany and her sister had spent most of the afternoon in just shorts and sports bras. I had been leering at them along with most of the other guys we had encountered. Right now, though, Tiffany and I were essentially alone, at least briefly. We'd never messed around before, though we had been building up to it for a long time. My fiancé always said that growing up with Tiffany had prepared her for me; we were that much alike. Hence, we started flirting almost immediately after we met. At first it was harmless, but the more we got to know each other, the more the chemistry between us became evident. We tried to keep a handle on it, but when we were alone it was more difficult and seemed less necessary. We weren't in love and didn't want to impact my relationship with her sister, but we had a physical craving for each other.

Once she was certain her sister was in the shower, Tiffany crossed the room toward me. The air conditioning had caused her nipples to harden, so my eyes were immediately drawn to her breasts. When she was close enough, I couldn't stop my hands from going to the front of her bra and feeling her nipples pressing against the thin material. I raised the bottom of the bra while lowering my head and sucked on her nipples, tasting the saltiness from a sweaty day. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned softly. Raising my head, but keeping my hands on her tits, we started to make out for the very first time while I caressed her hard nipples.

"Does my sister still take long showers?" she asked, pulling away from me slightly. When I confirmed that she did, Tiffany suggested that she could probably make me cum before the shower turned off. I replied that I bet I could make her cum first. Still clothed, we climbed onto one of the beds but before we got started I warned her that as soon as the shower turned off, even if neither of us had cum, she was to jump to the other bed and we'd both pretend to be asleep. Tiffany agreed and went to work opening my shorts. She was wearing baggy soccer shorts, so I was able to pull the leg opening aside and start kissing her inner thigh. As I was pulling her panties aside, I felt her successfully free my rigid cock from my shorts and underwear. I was probing her slippery pussy with my finger as she stroked my cock in her fist. At about the same time I first licked her clit, she wrapped her lips around my shaft and engulfed me in her mouth.

I pumped my finger in and out of her pussy while first licking, then sucking her clit and could feel her moaning around my rigid member. Her mouth felt so hot sliding up and down my shaft while she pumped the base. She was a good cocksucker and I hoped we'd have enough time for me to cum in her mouth. I was focused on making her cum, though, because I didn't want to leave her high and dry when the shower went off. There wasn't much I could do to help myself cum faster, but I licked and sucked her clit with vigor to push her over the edge. Her pussy was so wet that my finger slid easily in and out and I could taste her sweet juices. She was totally engorged and the closer she got to orgasm, the wetter she seemed to get.

I was fairly confident as I ate her out that I would be able to successfully bring her to orgasm before we were out of time. Between the increased wetness of her pussy, the noises she was trying to suppress and the way she was moving, I could tell that my tongue and fingers were having the intended affect. I wasn't watching the clock, but I knew we didn't have much time left so I was glad at least she appeared to be getting close. I continued to enjoy the taste and feel of her pussy in addition to the feel of her talented mouth on my cock. A few seconds later, I could feel Tiffany convulsing slightly and moaning with a mouthful of cock.

When her orgasm had run its course, she went back to sucking my cock enthusiastically while I pulled my fingers free and licked them clean. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build when suddenly the sound of the shower cut out. Tiffany tried to keep sucking my cock, but I pulled away from her and pointed to the other bed while tucking my erect tool away. She reluctantly went to the other bed and lay with her back to the bathroom smiling resignedly at me. I had to lie on my stomach to hide my erection, but closed my eyes as if I was sleeping. I heard my fiancé telling Tiffany that it was her turn to shower, but didn't open my eyes until I heard the shower running again. By the time I had to get up, my erection had successfully retreated.

We each took only quick showers to refresh ourselves after such a hot day, but intended to shower again before checking out the next morning. I was pleased when Tiffany pointed out later that evening that we would have the opportunity during her sister's morning shower to finish up where we'd left off. I looked forward to being able to focus completely on enjoying her oral skills.

Tiffany was actually the first one up and showering the next morning, a testament to her strong desire to have my cock back in her mouth. Her sister went next and as soon as Tiffany was sure that she was in the shower, she was pulling back my covers. I surprised her by being naked and fully erect already, but she recovered quickly and, grasping the base of my cock, immediately wrapped her lips around it and started sucking. I ran my fingers through her hair and watched as her mouth slid up and down my cock. Not only did it feel amazing, but this was a vision right out of a fantasy, which made my cock even harder. I had been mentally reliving the previous days activities both before I fell asleep and as soon as I woke up, so I was very worked up and grateful for this opportunity. Her warm lips slid up and down my shaft while she gripped the base and gently stroked. I couldn't help but push my hips toward her face as she sucked me.

We had more time this morning because my fiancé was taking a full shower, so I tried to relax and enjoy every bit of pleasure Tiffany was providing me but I certainly didn't want to risk not achieving a climax again. Fortunately, Tiffany was focused on getting me to cum. Her oral and manual manipulations drew me closer and closer to orgasm, my cock seeming to grow harder and harder. I continued to watch as her pretty face engulfed my cock between her full pink lips over and over. The pleasurable feeling kept building up from deep inside me and I knew that this was going to be one hell of an orgasm. I suppressed any moaning, but my breathing was coming in gasps as I got closer to cumming. Finally, with a grunt of combined pleasure and relief, I started shooting my load into Tiffany's mouth. She continued to suck me off, swallowing all of my cum.

By the time the shower turned off, Tiffany was back to getting herself finished and I was ready to jump in the shower myself. We'd managed to successfully pull off two encounters without arousing any suspicion. The next big test would be on Wednesday. Tiffany was staying with us for ten days. This first weekend had been spent at HersheyPark and the last would be at the Jersey shore, but during the week, my fiancé and I both still had to work. She was going to take off Thursday to spend with her sister and I was going to take off Wednesday. We'd already discussed our plans to go hiking on that day, but now it looked as though we might have some additional activities to throw in.

On Wednesday morning, I watched as my fiancé drove off, headed for work, then waited a long fifteen minutes before going out to the living room where Tiffany was staying on the fold-out. As I chained the door, I told Tiffany that if we heard anyone come in the outside door or a key in the lock or hand on the knob, I would dash back to the bedroom and she was to say that she'd chained the door for her own peace of mind. I didn't expect any interruptions, but I wanted to be prepared. We hadn't attempted anything since that Sunday morning in the motel, so we were both pretty fired up by the time I joined her on the fold-out.

I was naked already and sporting a raging hard-on but Tiffany still wore her nightgown. As we started to make out, I quickly confirmed that she was braless but not panty-less underneath while she stroked my erection. I asked her if she wanted to ride me and she nodded before standing above me on the bed. She slowly raised her nightgown over her head, revealing her tan legs, her sexy panties, her flat stomach and her firm breasts before her head reappeared. I was lying on my back with my cock standing straight up in anticipation of seeing her completely nude and finally fucking her. She leaned over as she pushed her panties down, her tits swaying as her light brown bush came into view. After stepping out of her panties, she lowered herself to her knees over my hips and, grasping my rigid tool, guided me into her waiting, slippery pussy.

Oh, God, was her pussy snug! She slid down until I was fully embedded, then leaned forward with a hand on either side of my head and began slowly riding up and down on my happy, happy tool. I looked up at the ecstatic look on her face while reaching up to play with her dangling titties. Her nipples were hard and pointing down, so I gently brushed my palms over them while hefting the weight of her fleshy tits in my hands. I raised my head slightly so I could suck her nipples while she rode my cock. Dropping my head back to the pillow, I let my hands slide down over her ribs and around to her ass, which I kneaded while it rose and fell. I watched her tits swinging above me while I enjoyed the pleasurable friction of her pussy sliding up and down my cock. She rode me slowly, moaning softly, apparently enjoying the feeling of my hard cock.

She got a little noisier the longer she rode me, her heavy breathing becoming soft moaning. I ran my hands over her ass and up to play with her tits while pushing up off the bed to penetrate her more deeply. The noisier she got, the faster she seemed to move up and down my cock. I didn't know whether to hold her tits to keep them from swinging wildly or hold her ass to pull her down harder on my cock, so I started with my hands on her tits and as she got closer to orgasm, I moved my hands down. With handfuls of her round ass, I pushed up into her and pulled her down on me as her movements got more frantic and her noises got more insistent. Her ass was slapping down on my upper thighs as my cock slammed into her over and over until, finally, she seemed to go into slow motion as a shudder passed through her.

I waited while she rode out her orgasm, then, when she opened her eyes and smiled down at me, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. She went back to slowly riding me while we made out but, before she got too into it, I asked her if she'd like me to ride her. She nodded and dismounted me, lying beside me on the fold-out. I got to my knees and positioned myself between her spread legs. Before lowering myself on top of her, I admired her nude form laid out before me. I could see the outline of her bikini highlighting her firm breasts, with their large, pink aureoles and hard nipples, and her pussy, surrounded by close-cropped, light brown hair. My cock, standing straight out in front of me, twitched, as if anxious to be buried back inside Tiffany's warm pussy.

Lowering myself down, I guided my cock back into her pussy, fully embedding myself as I pressed my body against hers. We started making out passionately as I stroked in and out of her, slowly at first. I could feel her warm, soft flesh against mine, our stomachs and chests pressed together. I was sliding in and out of her with long, slow strokes, enjoying the snug feel of her pussy on the full length of my shaft. The springs of the fold-out squeaked in time with my thrusting, but were soon drowned out by Tiffany's moans as my pace began to increase. Tiffany was raising her hips to meet my incoming thrusts, her head now thrown back and her eyes closed. I could feel the sweat accumulating between our bodies as the intensity of our fucking continued to increase. I closed my own eyes and began to moan softly myself as my cock swelled with my impending orgasm.

Once my orgasm was imminent, I slowed my pace again and focused on enjoying the building pleasure. The slippery, snug feeling of Tiffany's pussy touched every nerve in my cock and spread throughout my body. I felt an overwhelming combination of ecstasy and relief when I finally exploded deep into her, simultaneously crying out. I continued to slide in and out of her until I was completely spent, then collapsed on top of her. It took a few minutes to get my wits back, then I rolled off and lay beside her, both of us feeling the cool air on our sweat-covered bodies.

We lay there panting before finally agreeing that this had really been something. Once we'd caught our breath, we got up to go shower and face the day ahead of us. I turned on the shower and got the water temperature adjusted then we both stepped in. We washed each other's hair and thoroughly lathered each other's bodies, getting ourselves pretty worked up again by the time we stepped out. After we'd dried each other off, we each got dressed then sat down to eat some breakfast before heading out on our hike.

With full stomachs and satisfied sex drives, we tossed our gear in my car and headed for the trailhead. The parking lot was fairly empty, which wasn't surprising given that it was the middle of the week. I think we were both considering the potential of the combination of solitude and wilderness. We hit the trail and hiked for a while through the forest and up the side of the mountain. About an hour into it, we were sweating pretty good and ready for a break. We paused on the trail and looked around for a spot nearby to sit, catch our breath, have some water and whatever else might come up. We wandered off the trail in what looked to be a promising direction and found a nice little spot where we could view the trail, but we'd also be able to spot any approaching hikers before they spotted us.

We sat in the shade on some fallen trees and drank some cold water. Seeing that Tiffany had dribbled some on her shirt, I suggested that it would be sensible for her to get out of her wet clothes. She pointed at my shirt and said, "You first."

Looking down, I saw that I'd spilled some water on myself as well. Ever the good sport, I set my water bottle down and pulled my shirt over my head. The slight breezed felt refreshing on my sweaty torso. I hung my shirt on a nearby branch and turned to wait for her to follow my lead. I admired her abs and narrow waist followed by the sports bra restraining her tits. She looked hot wearing her hiking boots, shorts and sports bra, so I told her as much as I retrieved my digital camera from my pack and aimed it in her direction. She struck a pose for me and I could feel my organ continuing to stiffen in my shorts. I suggested that she lose the bra next, assuring her that she and I would be the only ones seeing these pictures when she raised her eyebrows at my request. Once she'd extracted a promise from me that I would be willing to pose, too, and that she would also get copies of all of the pictures, she peeled the sports bra over her head.

I stood for a moment, transfixed by her hard nipples and pink aureoles, before bringing the camera up and snapping a picture. Tiffany then reached out for the camera and I posed for her. When she asked to see a little more, I opened my shorts and posed with my rigid cock sticking out of them. Her eyes got wide before she raised the camera and snapped off another shot. She took two more shots – one with my shorts and underwear around my ankles and one with me wearing nothing but my socks and boots. My cock was waving in the open air as I took the camera back. Tiffany asked how I wanted her to pose, so I walked her through a few different poses while taking the pictures: shorts at her knees with panties up, shorts gone and panties only, panties at her knees, panties at her ankles and nude but for her socks and boots. With our clothes lying about on the downed trees, I put the camera away and took her in my arms. We made out while she stroked my cock and I kneaded her ass.

I arranged my shorts on one of the fallen trees and sat down on them, pulling Tiffany toward me backwards. With my hands on her hips, I directed her toward my lap as she reached between her legs and guided my cock toward her pussy. Positioning my cockhead at her pussy, she lowered herself down onto me, causing both of us to moan. I held her hips as she started to ride me, enjoying the feeling of her snug, slick pussy sliding up and down my shaft. I moved my hands up to cup her bouncing tits, caressing the smooth, soft flesh and lightly brushing over her hard nipples. She was supporting herself with her hands on my knees and doing all of the moving, so I slipped one hand down between her legs to massage her clit. She moaned as I began to stroke it, continuing to enthusiastically ride up and down on my cock.

Her pussy felt amazing, between her being so wet and slippery and me being so engorged. Each time her ass smacked down on my upper thighs, it was as if an additional wave of pleasure shot through me. I could tell as she rode me harder and faster that she was trying to suppress the noises that wanted to escape. As her pace continued to increase, I suspected she was closing in on an orgasm. I hoped that my stimulating her clit was increasing the overall satisfaction she was feeling. I knew for myself that the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock was outstanding, so I hoped she was experiencing the level of pleasure that I was.

As our fucking reached a frenzied pace, I suspected that this really wasn't as restful a rest as we had planned. Tiffany slammed herself down on me hard a few more times before she stopped and let out a low moan of relief as her orgasm coursed through her. I felt the goosebumps on her skin as a sort of shudder passed through her body. I continued to stimulate her clit until she started moving again, then took her by the hips and started to stand up. Tiffany leaned forward and helped adjust our position, ending up leaning on one of the fallen trees as I stood behind her, still embedded in her sweet pussy. Holding her by the hips, I started fucking her again with long, slow strokes. After taking a look toward the trail to verify that there were no other hikers around, I dropped my eyes to her round ass and watched my cock disappearing and reappearing below it. I felt Tiffany's hand briefly on my cock and noticed that she had her head resting on only one of her arms, so I figured she was replacing my fingertips on her clit with her own.

This would have made a nice picture, though I had no desire to stop to set up the camera in timer mode. Tiffany was standing, bent over with her head resting on a fallen tree, wearing nothing but socks and hiking boots while I stood behind her wearing similar attire, plunging my cock into her snug, slippery pussy over and over. I ran my hands over the smooth, soft flesh of her ass while feeling my orgasm continuing to slowly build within me. I gradually went from long, slow strokes to harder, faster fucking, my hips smacking against her ass while I held her by the hips. The pleasurable feelings continued to increase and my cock began to swell within the fleshy confines of her pussy. I was breathing pretty hard, trying not to moan, as my orgasm got closer and closer. Finally, I exploded into her pussy with a grunt of relief, continuing to pump her from behind until I was completely spent.

Reluctantly, I pulled free of her and sat back on top of my shorts, more out of breath than I had been when we'd first decided to take a break. Tiffany straightened up and sat opposite me on top of her own shorts. We didn't say anything as we caught our breath and drank some more water, just smiled and admired each other's naked bodies. When we finally felt that we had rested enough, we started pulling our clothes back on and got ready to continue our hike. Surprisingly, instead of feeling more tired, the sex had actually energized both of us. We cruised to the top of the mountain and enjoyed the view for a while, then headed back down to the trailhead.




Not Yet My Sister-in-Law Ch. 01



When we left the parking area, we drove around and did a few more things before heading back to the apartment. The first thing we did once we were back, though, was download the pictures. We were both really pleased with the way they turned out and I quickly copied them to two diskettes before deleting any evidence of them from both the hard drive and the camera. By the time my fiancé arrived home from work, we had our diskettes stashed away and had dinner all ready.

Tiffany and I figured out that the only other time we'd have for any more hanky-panky before she left to return to Colorado would be Saturday and Sunday when her sister was in the shower. We were both so satisfied with how Wednesday had turned out that we knew we'd be more than content with just a couple of quickies. We all headed down the shore on Friday afternoon and didn't actually shower at the motel until Saturday, after spending the day on the beach. Seeing Tiffany and her sister in their bikinis on the beach, I was completely aroused and grateful that the ocean was cold. I was also smugly satisfied that I didn't have to try to imagine what either bikini was hiding. 

Back in the motel, as soon as her sister was in the shower, Tiffany had her bikini bottom off and was lying on the bed with her legs spread, ready to be fucked. I crawled up and licked her pussy a few times before whipping out my rock-hard cock and slipping right into her slippery pussy. We fucked hard and quick, both of us cumming in record time and looking completely nonchalant by the time the shower turned off.

Sunday afternoon, before we left, Tiffany and I had our last quickie, this time with Tiffany kneeling on the bed while I entered her from behind. I relished the feeling of her pussy, not knowing if I'd ever have the opportunity to feel it again. As soon as she'd cum, she turned around and sucked me off until I came down her throat. It was bittersweet, knowing that she'd be gone the next day and knowing the odds were against us ever again successfully pulling of what we had during this visit. The next time I'd see her would be when her sister and I were out in Colorado to get married. I couldn't fuck my future sister the same weekend I married her sister…could I?



Not Yet My Sister-in-Law Ch. 02



There was just too much going on to really even consider potentially hooking up with my soon-to-be sister, Tiffany, again while her sister and I were in town to get married. Sure, it was in the back of my mind, but with flying into town, everybody else flying into town, the rehearsal, the rehearsal dinner and the actual wedding and reception, followed by the honeymoon, I just really didn't think I had the time or the mental capacity to pull it off. Seeing her again, of course I smiled at the memories of our encounter the previous summer.

Lucky for me, Tiffany didn't give up so easily. With proper planning and the involvement of just the right accomplice, she gave me one hell of a wedding gift.

The night before the wedding, after the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner, the ladies gathered for a bachelorette party while the men went to a bar to shoot some pool. After a couple of hours, the bachelorette party showed up at the bar and, while my fiancé and I canoodled, a trade was negotiated between the bachelorette party women and the pool-shooting men. I was taken away by the women and my betrothed was left with the men. I wasn't worried about leaving my future wife with my friends because I knew they'd take care of her, not take advantage of her. I didn't know that she could say the same about her friends.

I was taken from the bar, blindfolded and handcuffed, and helped into a vehicle. We drove for a while before parking again but I had no idea where we were as I was led from the vehicle. Just by listening, I suspected that we were back at the hotel where everyone was staying. I was ushered into the elevator, though it felt like only two people rode with me. I was led to a room, the door was locked, I was laid out on the bed and my wrists and ankles were restrained with ropes that must have already been in place. I heard the door close again and it sounded as though I was alone for a few minutes before someone returned.

I felt someone climb onto the bed and straddle me before feeling warm, soft lips pressing against mine. Before I could even respond, my blindfold was yanked up and I was face-to-face with Tiffany. She smiled and kissed me again, this time getting a more appropriate response.

"With Deb's help," she told me, "I've arranged a little final-hours-of-freedom gift for you. I'm not going spoil the surprise by giving away the details, but I think you will be pleased." She kissed me again, then started undressing me, freeing only one of my restrained extremities at a time. I was soon naked and tied up with Tiffany standing at the foot of the bed looking me over. My cock was pretty hard, so she started by leaning down and licking and sucking it until it was completely rigid, with me groaning at the attention.

Once she was satisfied that I was prepared, she straightened up and peeled off her shirt, tossed it aside and dropped her pants. My cock twitched seeing her again in only a bra and bikini panties. The bra was quickly gone, giving me a look at her firm breasts and hard nipples, and was soon followed by her panties. I got a quick view of her light brown bush before she crawled up the bed to straddle me, her tits swaying. She grabbed my cock and guided it into the familiar depths of her sweet pussy as she lowered herself onto me.

Her pussy was completely wet, so she must have gotten herself pretty worked up anticipating this moment. It was nice to have her riding me again, this time with much less concern about the possibility of being discovered. I couldn't really do much more than lie there enjoying the feel of her snug pussy sliding up and down my shaft, so that is what I did. She was riding me pretty hard, in part, I determined later, because she didn't have the luxury of a lot of time.

I pushed up into her as best I could, raising my ass up off the bed, trying to help both of us along. I looked over her trim form looming over me as she fucked me. The light brown hair around her pussy was groomed to a neatly cropped bush, her stomach was flat and smooth, her tits were firm and topped with hard nipples and her face wore an expression of arousal and determination. I could feel her pussy getting wetter as she rode me harder and knew that I would be cumming soon, just as she would.

As she started grunting each time she slammed down on me, I felt my cock swelling with my impending orgasm. It was almost a race to see who would cum first as I tried to push up even further into her, feeling her seriously slippery pussy around my engorged member. I think I was moaning, too, right up to the point where I cried out as I started shooting my load into her. Almost immediately, Tiffany started shuddering as her own orgasm finally washed over her. She briefly collapsed on top of me as she caught her breath, but then was up and gathering her clothes together as I watched. I noticed as she pulled her jeans on that she hadn't bothered with her panties, which I found curious.

With her bra and shirt back on, she crawled up next to me again and, after kissing me long and hard, pulled the blindfold back over my eyes. Before she left me, however, she adjusted the blindfold so that I could actually see down along my nude body to the end of the bed. She told me she didn't really want me to miss out but it would be to my benefit to appear as though I couldn't see anything. The last thing she did before she left was to drape her panties over my nose and mouth. Since I was restrained, I couldn't do anything but lie there inhaling her musky aroma.

I learned later that when Tiffany had left me, she had met up with Deb and given her the key to the room then had gone on home. I don't know how much time passed between the time she left and the time I heard the key in the door again. I heard the door open and close, then heard a loud gasp followed by a pause. I couldn't see who had come in yet, but after I heard the deadbolt on the door turned, she then appeared at the foot of the bed. It was Alison, another of the bridesmaids. I wasn't too worried about her discovering that I could see her because her gaze was fixated on my cock, which had revived quite a bit due to inhaling Tiffany's musk for the last little while.

She did look up at my face briefly, as if to assure herself that I couldn't see her, so I made sure to lie still and not move anything that would give me away. I suppose she must have been satisfied because she crawled onto the bed and took my cock in her hand and stroked it, causing it to grown even harder. It still wasn't fully recovered but when I felt her long hair on my thighs followed by the warm wetness of her mouth engulfing me, the recovery process suddenly sped up. She slid her hot mouth up and down my cock for just a minute or two before letting me slip free to stand, waving fully erect, while she retreated off the bed.

She was wearing the same long, black dress she'd worn to the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner and began unbuttoning the row of buttons running from the collar to the hem. As it opened, I was able to admire her black lingerie, including a garter belt holding up her thigh-high black stockings. She laid the dress on the end of the bed, off to one side, then seemed to hesitate for a minute, as if assuring herself that she wanted to do this, then slipped her panties down, revealing a trim, brown bush. She set the panties with her dress, then crawled back up the bed, only further this time. With a knee on either side of my hips, she took my cock in her hand and guided it just below her bush and lowered herself down on it. I groaned as I felt her wet pussy engulf my full length.

If I hadn't cum in Tiffany just a short while earlier, I probably would have shot my load immediately with Alison, that's how hot her pussy was. She started riding up and down on my tool, moaning herself, as I raised my ass up off the bed to push deeper into her. She started out with her hands on my chest, but first one, then the other went to play with her own tits. Alison was a thin girl with narrow hips, so her tits weren't all that big, but when she popped the front clasp of her bra open, her nipples almost made me cream. They were hard and skinny, but her aureoles seemed as if they were hard and standing out from the soft, smooth flesh of her tits, too.

She began to pull and massage her hard nipples, moaning even louder, and I swear her pussy got even wetter. It was only a few seconds after she got her hands on her bare tits that I felt the first tremors within her pussy. That helped draw my orgasm closer, but I was afraid she might quit since she was done. Lucky for me, she kept riding me and my second orgasm kept getting closer. She ended up cumming twice more that I counted and each time drawing me closer to cumming, myself. Finally, after that third orgasm, my cock had completely swelled until I exploded into her with a cry of relief.

Tiffany's panties had slid down as we'd fucked, so Alison was able to kiss me long and hard before moving off to one side and back down the bed. She grabbed her dress and I got one good look at her tight ass as she pulled it back on. She was facing me again as she re-hooked her bra and re-buttoned her dress, hiding her lean physique and sexy undergarments from my view. Before she left, she kissed me again then draped her panties where Tiffany's had been and gave my cock another brief suck. She'd never said a word, which I suspect was to make sure I didn't know who she was. I heard the door lock again and inhaled the scent she'd left behind for me.

I didn't try to figure out how much time was going by, instead replaying the events that had occurred since I'd left the pool hall. It was no surprise that between that and the smell of Alison's pussy, my cock was trying valiantly to revive again.

I heard the door again, heard an approving noise before hearing the deadbolt, then saw Shelly come into my limited view. She sat on the end of the bed and fondled my cock and balls, bringing it further life, but still not fully reviving it. After a minute or two, she lowered her head, much as Alison and Tiffany both had, and alternated between licking my cock and balls and wrapping her lips around my cock. She must have realized there was a better way to accomplish her goal, so she released my cock and stood at the foot of the bed.

She was wearing a cowboy shirt and jeans, but removed both, followed quickly by her bra and panties. She wasn't as thin as Alison, so she had bigger tits and more curvaceous hips. Her hair and, consequently, her bush were darker as her skin and her nipples were, too. I hoped she didn't realize that my cock was continuing to grow because I could see her. She stepped up onto the bed and was soon above me and out of my sight. I felt her feet on either side of my head and before I knew it, her pubic hair was tickling my nose. I stuck my tongue out, seeking her clit, licking her slit until I found it. She moaned her approval, then engulfed my cock in her mouth again.

I licked her clit and slurped the juices from her slit as she continued to get my cock harder. I assumed that once it was hard enough, she'd move down to ride it, but I didn't realize how close she was to cumming. I could hear her sharp breathing as she stopped sucking me, continuing to pump my rigid shaft in her hand. Finally, she cried out and I tasted a fresh flow of pungent nectar as she came. She let out a long sigh, then moved forward until I could see her ass.

She took my hard cock in hand and guided it into her super-slick pussy, impaling herself on it and riding me reverse cowgirl style. I had quite the view of her nice, round ass and her pussy wrapped around my cock just below it. Her pussy was so nice and wet sliding up and down my recharged cock. The three pussies I'd experienced so far that night all seemed very different, though equally hot. If I'd had to choose just one, it would have been tough.

Shelly rode me for a few minutes before dismounting and reversing her position so that she faced me. It was nice to see her tits as she changed her position; they were round and full with hard nipples and large, dark aureoles. I was thinking about how nice it would be to play with them, or at least be able to watch them bounce as she fucked me, when I felt one of her nipples dragging across my lips. I immediately stuck my tongue out and licked it before sucking it between my lips.

Shelly moaned and rode me harder as I licked and sucked her nipple, which was soon replaced by the other. As she alternated nipples and her cries got longer, I could feel my cock preparing for another eruption as well. Her slippery pussy began to feel even wetter the closer we both got to cumming, bringing my orgasm closer still. When Shelly let out a low moan and seemed to move in slow motion, I could feel the muscles in her pussy working while she came. It only took a minute or two after that and I was spewing into her, with a groan of my own.

Shelly caught her breath for a minute, then climbed off of me. I was able to admire her ass again as she bent over to pick up her clothes then saw her fully from the front before she started to dress. She, too, pulled on her jeans without her panties, preferring to draped them over my lower face where the other's had been once she was dressed. Soon, she, too, was gone.

As I lay there thinking about it, I expected that Deb would be my next visitor. There was another bridesmaid, Michelle, but I doubted that they would even send her up here and, even if they did, I suspected that she'd probably run from the room. She came across as very chaste and virginal, as well as a bit holier-than-thou. To be honest, though, the thought of sullying her was pretty arousing.

Imagine my surprise when the next time I heard the door, I didn't hear Deb's boisterous voice, but a startled gasp instead. Could it be Michelle? I didn't hear anything for a long time, including the door. I started to wonder if she had fainted from shock when I heard her moving. She came into my sight range and just stood at the end of the bed for a few more minutes. Finally, she moved forward onto the foot of the bed and tentatively touched my thigh, running her hand up toward my semi-erect cock. I couldn't see her face and couldn't adjust my position to do so without looking suspicious, so I just watched her hand as it finally lightly stroked my cock. Suddenly, she reached toward my face and I had to close my eyes quickly so I wouldn't flinch.

I felt one of the pairs of panties being removed from near my neck, so I opened my eyes again in time to see Tiffany's bikini panties moving in the direction of Michelle's face. I heard her inhale and let out a sigh then saw her reach for another pair. This time Shelly's panties were lifted to her face where she inhaled the musk that I, too, had found so pleasurable. She had laid Tiffany's and Shelly's panties over my cock and balls while sniffing Alison's, which then joined them while she raised her skirt. Beneath her innocent looking frock, which had been how I knew it was her, she wore an equally innocent pair of white panties that appeared to have a large wet spot on them.

Touching my cock and the others' panties at the same time with one hand, she rubbed the front of her own panties with her other before slipping it inside. My cock grew harder due to her rubbing it with the slippery material of three pairs of panties, but also due to seeing her pleasuring herself. After a few very arousing minutes, she pushed the three pairs of panties up away from my cock, exposing it to attempt to stand on its own. Michelle moved to straddle me, still wearing her panties and holding her skirt up.

Pinning my growing cock between her wet panties and my abdomen, she started rubbing her pussy up and down it through her panties. This was more arousing than I would have imagined! I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy through the thin layer of her panties as it slid up and down the sensitive underside of my cock. I would have been more than happy to cum in this position, shooting up onto my chest, but she had something else in mind.

She repositioned herself lying on her side between my legs with her skirt up around her waist. She pushed her white panties down, exposing a brown bush matted down with her copious juices. Slipping them off completely, she lay them over my nose and mouth where she'd found Shelly's. Positioning herself back on her side, she took my now rock-hard cock in her hand and stroked it while her other hand explored between her own legs. I was almost feeling arousal overload when she slipped her mouth over my cock.

When I opened my mouth to groan, I was able to taste her damp panties on my face – God they tasted good! So I alternated between watching her fingers exploring her brown bush and watching her lips sliding up and down my rigid shaft (pretty damn well, I might add, for someone so seemingly pure). I couldn't believe I was on the verge of cumming for the fourth time that night but I wondered if Michelle was close, herself, having only one hand working on her pussy.

I knew she was sacrificing her own pleasure for mine when she moved her hand from her pussy and used it instead to massage my balls. This got to be too much, having Miss Pure sucking and pumping my cock while toying with my balls. Just watching my cock sliding in and out of her prayer-reciting, hymn-singing, scripture-quoting mouth, I could feel that my orgasm was imminent. My cock was swelling, but Michelle kept sucking like a seasoned expert even as I pushed up off the bed to sink it deeper in her hot mouth. Finally, I groaned as I started spewing into her mouth and she sucked down every drop. She kept licking my spent cock and my balls, her hand creeping back between her legs, until I broke the silence, saying, "Now let me lick you."

She didn't waste any time, pushing her panties aside and scrambling up the bed until I could feel her bush against my face. I lapped the flowing juices from her flooded pussy while she held her skirt up to keep me from smothering. Once I'd slurped for a bit, I focused my tonguing on her clit and heard her nearly suck all of the air out of the room. Pausing for a second, I instructed her to finger herself while I licked her and soon felt her fingers near my tongue.

She moaned softly as she pumped her fingers in and out while I licked and sucked her clit. I felt her starting to rock her hips against my face and suspected she was getting close to cumming. Her juices were flowing like crazy and I could have spent all night lapping them up – because there was that much and because I was that into it. With a cry of pleasure, Michelle forced her pussy against my face and shuddered as she came.

When she pulled herself away, she kissed me hard on the mouth, tasting her own nectar, then whispered "Thank You" a few times in my ear. She placed her panties back over my nose and mouth with the others piled on top before climbing off the bed and straightening out her dress. She looked me over once more with a smile, then left the room with a spring in her step.

I couldn't imagine who else might stop by besides Deb, so I wasn't surprised when I heard her voice the next time the door opened. After hearing the door close and the deadbolt click into place, I felt her weight move up onto the bed.

"Wow," she said, picking up the panties lying over my mouth and nose, "looks like this little present was a success. Even Michelle left a pair? I wish I had been a fly on the wall for that encounter."

She pulled my blindfold off and kissed me before telling me that she was going to leave me tied up for just a little while longer so I could still claim that I had no control over, and therefore no responsibility for, what occurred. She laid the blindfold aside along with the panties and ran her hands over my exposed chest and down to my well-used cock.




Not Yet My Sister-in-Law Ch. 02



"He seems a little worn out," she commented as she took it in her hand and gently tugged it while her other hand fondled my balls. I could feel my cock trying to respond, but there was no visible reaction. Deb played with them for a few minutes, getting them on their way to reviving, then stood on the end of the bed between my feet.

"Maybe this will help a little bit," she said as she started to unbutton her shirt. Deb was tall with short, curly blonde hair and a thin, athletic physique. She shed her shirt to reveal a plain white bra supporting her small boobs. I could see her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric of the cups. She opened her jeans next, wiggling her hips as she slid them down and letting them fall to her ankles. Her panties were also white, but much sexier that those that Michelle had been wearing. She did a little dance for me on the end of the bed while my cock finally started showing signs of life.

She let the shoulder straps of her bra fall off her shoulders as she danced, then pulled the cups down to reveal the smooth white skin and light pink nipples and aureoles. She pulled her nipples gently and ran her hands over her tits before discarding her bra entirely. She gyrated her hips as she ran her hands over her bare tits, down her ribs and over her stomach and, finally, between her legs. She rubbed her pussy through her panties, pulled them aside, showing me her blonde bush, and rubbed her clit, turned around and wiggled her ass until she finally yanked her panties down and tossed them onto the pile with the others.

Now naked, and with my cock well on the way to revival, she danced a little bit longer while I stared at her blonde bush and perky tits. She finally lowered herself to her knees between my legs and went to work on my cock and balls with her mouth. She licked each of my balls and all around my sack, up the underside of my elongating shaft and around my cockhead. Taking me between her lips, she slid her mouth over my cock, fully engulfing it, then slid it back out again. Holding the base in one hand and fondling my balls in the other, she sucked my cock until it was once again ready for fucking.

When she let it free of her mouth and it stood proudly, waving on its own, she straightened up and crawled up to straddle my hips. I was staring at the blonde hair above her pussy as she guided my cock just below it and into her hot, slippery opening. As she settled down on me, accepting my full length, I moaned at how good her pussy felt, even after all of the others I'd experienced that night. She was very wet and very snug, so it felt outstanding as she slid it up and down my rigid cock.

She leaned forward with her hands on my chest and just rode me for a while with her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open. I figured we'd just go on like this until we both came, but she obviously had something different in mind. I knew she hadn't cum yet when she stopped and straightened up, then raised herself up until my cock popped free. She took it in her hand and, after adjusting her position slightly, pressed my cockhead against her anus and worked it inside.

Her ass was much more snug than her pussy, so as soon as she started riding my cock again, I could feel my orgasm coming on much more quickly. While riding up and down on my cock, her hands went between her legs. I felt my cock getting even harder as I watched her slip two fingers up into her pussy while she massaged her clit with two more. She was moaning continuously now, riding me hard while also working on her pussy. I was pushing up off the bed and into her tight ass, anxious to fill her with whatever spoo I had left.

Her hands were a blur, rubbing and pumping her pussy, while she moved up and down rapidly on my cock with practiced speed. As her ass cheeks bounced off my pelvis over and over, I could feel my cock swelling in anticipation of a mighty cum. Finally, with a cry, Deb started to convulse as her orgasm overtook her. She continued to ride me and work her pussy and, before she finished cumming, I let out a triumphant cry and started squirting into her ass.

Deb sat there with my shrinking cock still in her ass, catching her breath while I did the same. With a sigh, she got up and my cock popped free. She immediately started undoing my restraints and, while she unhooked them from the bed, I had to stretch out a bit after laying there for so long. While we were both still naked, I pulled her against me and we made out for a minute or two before both beginning to get dressed.

I thanked her for the outstanding gift and she told me that I should now feel satisfied that my wild oats had been sown, so I should therefore be able to remain faithful to my wife, her good friend. I kissed her again before I left and wondered whether she would turn me down if we had an opportunity to do something like this again after I was married. On my way to my own room, with my new collection of panties, I also wondered whether I would have enough stamina to make it through my wedding night after a night like this.



Not Yet My Sister-in-Law Ch. 03



After we returned from our honeymoon, my new wife and I spent a few more days in Colorado before heading back to New Jersey, in part so that we could help celebrate Tiffany’s graduation from junior college.  Her best friend from around the corner, Stacey, was graduating, also.  Stacey is actually more my type than Tiffany; she’s taller with long, thick, dark brown hair, long legs and bigger boobs.  The afternoon after the graduation ceremony, Stacey came around to mys house before she and Tiffany headed out to celebrate with their friends.  She was wearing what I would call a “baby doll” dress, sort of like what Courtney Love seemed to favor – very short, snug around the boobs but loose from there down to the hem.

After they left, I couldn’t help but wonder what sort of underwear one would wear under a dress like that because I would think you’d have to assume that at some point someone would be seeing it.  I tried not to think about Stacey in her underwear for too long because, despite all of the sex I’d had between the night before the wedding and every night since with my new wife, there was still the risk that I’d pop a woody sitting right there in mys’ living room.

Even though we were now married, my wife and I were still sleeping apart in her parents’ house.  It wasn’t out of a sense of decorum or anything admirable like that, it was purely for the sake of comfort.  There was still a bed in her old bedroom, but it was too small for both of us, so I slept in the guest bed down in the basement.  The night of Tiffany and Stacey’s graduation, I was awakened when a dim light was turned on beside the bed I was sleeping in.  I rolled over and saw Tiffany standing beside the bed near the light while Stacey stood at the foot still wearing that baby doll dress.

Tiffany sat beside me and leaned down to kiss me while her hand slipped under the covers seeking out my growing organ.  She was pleased to discover that I was sleeping in the buff.  While she stroked my tool, she explained that she had shared with Stacey not only the details of our fling the previous summer, but also the details of the wedding gift she and Deb had arranged.  Stacey had been disappointed that she’d been left out, so Tiffany brought her over, assuming that I wouldn’t mind.  It was a safe assumption.

I asked Stacey to slowly remove just her dress while Tiffany turned down the covers to reveal my raging hard-on.  Smiling broadly, Stacey slowly raised the hem of the dark-colored dress to reveal a very sexy pair of dark-colored bikini panties beneath it.  I wondered how many other people had seen them on that day.  As Tiffany stroked my cock and fondled my balls, I watched as Stacey’s smooth stomach was revealed, followed by a sexy bra that matched her panties.  Her tits looked fantastic; I couldn’t believe I was actually going to get to see them and touch them.  Her head and mane of long hair popped free of the collar of the dress and she laid it aside.  I got up onto my knees and beckoned her toward me.  She got on her knees on the end of the bed and moved toward me, glancing down at my rigid cock bouncing in front of me.

Placing my hands on her naked waist, I leaned in toward her and we kissed.  I felt Tiffany move behind me, taking my cock in her hand once again and gently pumping it.  While my hands moved down to squeeze Stacey’s ass, Tiffany was rubbing my cock against Stacey’s pussy through her panties.  I slid my hands up to feel Stacey’s big tits, feeling her hard nipples pressing outward, then reached behind her and unclasped her bra.  I slid it down her arms and moved my hands back up to her bare tits.

I caressed the smooth underside, feeling their weight in my hands, before moving my palms up to massage her nipples.  We were still making out while my hands roamed all over her tits, but eventually I pulled back and lowered my head to lick and suck her hard nipples.  Her aureoles were large and darker pink than Tiffany’s, as were her nipples.  I alternated licking and sucking each of them while she ran her fingers through my hair and moaned softly.  I let one hand drop to the front of her panties and rubbed the damp material, feeling the texture of her bush beneath.  Rather than slipping my hand inside, I raised my head and asked her to lie on the bed.

She moved around so that she was on her back in the middle of the bed with her legs spread and me kneeling between them.  Tiffany was behind me standing at the end of the bed.  I ran my hands up Stacey’s long legs to her hips, where I took hold of her panties and began to pull them down.  Her pussy was surrounded by dark brown hair trimmed to a narrow strip.  She brought her legs together and up so that I could slide her panties off, then let her feet drop back onto the bed, but kept her knees bent.

I leaned down, still on my knees, and kissed my way down her inner thighs toward her pussy.  I felt Tiffany get onto the bed behind me and reach between my legs for my cock.  She stroked it a few more times as I was kissing around Stacey’s trim bush, then pushed my knees so that I would spread them farther apart.  As I started licking Stacey’s dripping slit, Tiffany positioned herself on her back between my legs and raised her head up to suck my cock into her mouth.

While I licked Stacey’s pussy, adding another favorite to the list of flavors I had sampled recently, Tiffany slid her lips up and down my rigid cock, reminding me what a great cocksucker she was.  Stacey had one hand on the back of my head and alternated fondling her tits with the other.  She was extremely wet and I wondered whether that had occurred just since they’d come in or if Tiffany had gotten her all worked up before they’d arrived.  In either case, there was a lot of pungent juice for me to slurp out of her slit before I moved my tongue up to lick her clit.

She let a little bit louder moan slip out once my fat tongue passed over her clit then pushed her pussy up against my face.  I guided one middle finger into her slippery slit and began pumping it in and out while licking and sucking her clit.  Her pussy was very snug; even with all the lubrication she was producing, slipping a second finger in would take some effort.  I couldn’t wait to cram my cock in there.

While I pumped my finger in and out of Stacey’s pussy and licked and sucked her clit, Tiffany was doing a masterful job of sucking my cock.  She was sucking it slowly, relishing it since she had gone without it for almost a year and had to rush through our encounter earlier in the visit.  The rate of Stacey’s breathing was increasing rapidly and she was humping her hips toward my face with each flick of my tongue.  Both of her hands were gripping my hair, holding me in place and pulling me against her pussy.

When she let go of my head and grabbed a pillow to hold over her face, I knew she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.  I kept up what I was doing, enjoying having my face buried in a new pussy with the scents and flavors that came along with it.  Finally, one hand dropped to my head as she forced her pussy against my face while the other hand held the pillow against her mouth.  She shuddered through a long, drawn-out orgasm before eventually relaxing back onto the bed.  I don’t know if Tiffany was even aware that it had happened.

I raised my head from between Stacey’s legs and, as I rolled away from Tiffany’s talented mouth, I realized that she was still dressed.  She was wearing a short sundress, not as short as Stacey’s baby doll, but no less sexy.  The skirt was also bunched up around her waist and one of her hands was buried in her baby blue panties.  She sat up on the end of the bed and Stacey scooted down to help pull the dress over her head.

As Tiffany set it aside, Stacey was reaching around from behind her to cup her breasts.  While she fondled Tiffany’s breasts, I reached over and fondled her big beauties.  After a minute or two, she slid her hands back around and unhooked Tiffany’s baby blue bra.  As Tiffany pulled it down her arms, Stacey’s hands were back on her bare tits, lightly caressing her hard nipples.  This obviously was not the first time these two had hooked up.

When Tiffany stood to remove her panties, I helped her onto the bed and had her stand between Stacey and me as we each took a side of her panties in our teeth, pulling them down that way.  Once she’d stepped out of them, Stacey stuck her face between Tiffany’s legs and began licking her pussy.  While this was fun to watch, I still had a raging hard-on that was currently unattended.  I licked Stacey’s ear, fondled her tits and ran my fingers through her bush while she ate Tiffany out, then stood and cupped Tiffany’s ass in one hand and her tit in the other while making out with her.

Stacey noticed my cock throbbing near her face and started alternating between sucking it and licking Tiffany’s pussy.  Her lips felt fantastic sliding up and down my cock so I was tempted to just stand there until I blew a load down her throat.  I finally told her that she was being selfish, since she could go down on Tiffany any day of the week while my time with her was limited.  I said that it was my turn to eat Tiffany’s pussy.

I lay on my back in the middle of the bed and had Tiffany straddle my face.  As I was sticking my tongue out and running it up Tiffany’s dripping slit, I felt Stacey fondling my balls and stroking and sucking my cock.  When I felt her weight shifting around, I anticipated my cock slipping into her pussy and I was not disappointed.

I could feel her guide my cockhead between her slippery pussy lips, then heard her groan softly as she accepted my full girth into her snug pussy.  I was pumping a finger in and out of Tiffany’s pussy and licking and sucking her clit while Stacey began slowly riding up and down on my engorged cock.  Tiffany was humping against my tongue, riding my face, as Stacey picked up her pace, riding my cock.

The finger I had in Tiffany’s pussy was coated with her slippery juices while my other hand had a grip on her ass cheek.  Releasing her ass cheek, I reached for Stacey’s pussy and began stimulating her clit as she rode me.  Her pussy felt outstanding; she was tight and slick.  She appeared to be enjoying the feelings my cock was providing her as well.

In the heat of the moment, I decided to try something with Tiffany that I never had before.  I slipped my finger from her pussy and immediately sought out her asshole.  Her copious juices allowed me to slip it easily into her ass and I heard her gasp while she pushed her pussy harder against my face.  I slowly slid my finger in and out of her ass as she humped my face harder and faster.

In the meantime, Stacey was riding me hard and fast.  I was pushing my ass up off the bed, wanting to be as deep in that sweet pussy as I could possibly manage.  I was still rubbing my thumb lightly against her clit as she rode me, which I think was bringing her orgasm on even faster.  Although her pussy already felt unbelievable good, it continued to get better as it became more engorged as she closed in on her orgasm.  Tiffany was also in hot pursuit of her own orgasm and appeared to enjoy the anal penetration.  I doubted I’d get to explore that further during this visit, but it was something I’d definitely be thinking about for future encounters.

Stacey abruptly slowed down and I could feel the tremors she was experiencing transferring from her sweet pussy to my rigid cock.  I was very close to cumming, but not quite there yet, so I kept fucking her as she came and was briefly disappointed when she dismounted me upon finishing, leaving my cock throbbing and unsatisfied.  Before I could become too disappointed, however, I felt her hot mouth on my cock once again.  Her oral skills were outstanding, so I was quickly on my way to cumming again.  I wanted to watch my cock sliding in and out of her pretty face, though, so I focused on getting Tiffany to her orgasm, as well.

With the hand I’d been using to stimulate Stacey’s clit now free, I pushed a finger into Tiffany’s pussy and matched the thrusting of the one embedded in her ass while I continued to lick and suck her clit.  She was pushing hard against my face, her hands on the back of my head pulling me against her.  Finally, I felt her juices wash over my face as she came, shuddering, above me.  I lapped up as much as I could before she came down and moved off of my face, my fingers popping free from her orifices.

In the dim light, I was now able to see Stacey’s face, framed by her long, dark hair, as her mouth engulfed my rigid tool.  I was so close and watching her work was totally hot, so I could feel my cock begin to swell almost immediately.  Tiffany sat next to me and also watched as Stacey sucked my cock, while she caught her breath after her intense orgasm.  I ran my fingers through Stacey’s thick hair as I enjoyed the feeling of her warm, wet lips sliding up and down my tool.  I pushed my hips toward her face and she picked up her pace, both of us well aware that I was right on the brink.

With one hand pumping the base of my cock, Stacey bobbed her head up and down, sliding her lips up and down my shaft bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.  Finally, with a grunt, I started spewing into her waiting mouth.  She swallowed down all of my cum and didn’t release my cock until it started getting soft.  She crawled up the bed and lay next to me and I held her and Tiffany’s naked bodies against me all too briefly before they had to sneak back upstairs.

I took in as much of their naked bodies as I could before they pulled their dresses back over them.  Stacey picked up her panties, came and kissed me again, thanking me, then handed her panties to me to add to my collection.  Tiffany kissed me again, as well, then they tiptoed up to Tiffany’s room to sleep.  I tucked the new addition to my panty collection safely away with the rest of them, turned out the light, then passed out from sheer exhaustion.



Not Yet, Pet



Fortunately the train was not crowded. She felt nervous being seen in public in the outfit she had chosen with confidence in the privacy of her bedroom. She was used to dressing like this for her Master behind closed doors. Today, however, her Master had given her the task of meeting him in the city after his business seminar ended. The task included dressing the way her Master liked. The sluttier, the better.

Her red mini-skirt seemed so much shorter now that other people were around and she had not realised her black leather coat would flap open around her thigh area so much when she walked, revealing her long black boots and fishnet stockings, in contrast to the conservative business suits worn by the men and women she passed on the street. It was still only mid-afternoon.

She reached the designated meeting place at the top of a set of escalators. Her mobile phone rang. Master had a command for her.

"I'm on the escalator now, Pet. You will see a woman in blue coming up first. After she has left, open your coat so I can see what you are wearing."

She did as commanded, feeling exposed. What if someone else came along first and saw her? But no one else came and when her Master appeared, he looked her up and down with a mixture of approval and lust.

"Well, don't you look like a nasty hooker?" he smiled. "Follow me, Pet."

Half a block away was a luxury hotel. Her Master knew someone who worked there, who had unofficially provided him with a key pass to the leisure facilities area in case he ever wished to use the pool or gym.

As they stepped into an elevator, a pleasant stirring began between her legs. She could feel herself becoming wet with anticipation. She wondered where exactly he was going to take her. The pool area was deserted but there was no guarantee it would stay that way. Guests could appear at any moment.

She followed as her Master went to a door marked "shower" and entered. Like a public bathroom, it had a lock indicating vacant or engaged. There was a marble sink with vanity mirror and a full-length mirror opposite. The shower bay at the end of the small room had a wooden bench opposite.

As soon as the door was locked, her Master pushed her against the tiled wall and devoured her lips and mouth with deep kisses. She moaned, her legs beginning to feel weak as he dominated her.

She peeled off her black crossover top, revealing a cupless lacy bra underneath. Her Master discovered the tiny matching g-string as he ran his hands up her thighs and under her skirt. She helped her Master undress, as was part of her duties as a good Pet. Seeing him naked always aroused her. Every inch of his body excited her.

Her Master lifted her and sat her on the edge of the sink. He bent down and buried his head between her thighs, his tongue flicking over her clitoris before delving inside her. She threw her head back and wanted to scream with pleasure as he tongue-fucked her, but she knew she had to remain fairly quiet in case anyone was outside. This was one of the challenges she realised her Master would have planned in his choice of location. Today she would not hear his usual taunting command "Scream your head off, bitch, you're mine to enjoy!"

Her Master stood up just as she was on the verge of climaxing. "No, Pet, you mustn't come yet."

Suddenly he thrust his hard shaft deep inside her. She gasped at the intensity of his entry. His thrusts were hard but after only a few, he stopped and withdrew from her. He smiled at her obvious confusion.

Lifting her off the sink, he then sat there himself. She knew what to do. Her tongue went to work, first on the area under his balls, then gradually moving upwards until she was massaging his balls in her mouth, sucking gently and rolling them with her tongue. Her Master's moans were her reward. How she loved to please him.

Her tongue moved up his erect penis. When she reached the top she could taste his precum, another reward. His hands moved to the back of her head and pushed her onto him until his entire length was in her mouth. She suckled hungrily, wishing he would explode so she could drink him. But again, he stopped the act before completion and again her frustrated whimper amused him.

He turned her to face the vanity mirror. She held onto the edges of the sink as he penetrated his full length into her from behind. She loved mirrors. Watching him thrust in and out of her wet pussy was a huge turn-on for them both. His lips were warm on her shoulder, then his teeth took over and in a few seconds a large purple mark appeared. This was an ownership mark. She must at all times have such a mark left by him somewhere on her body to show she belonged to him.

She found it increasingly difficult to stay quiet. Her Master enjoyed pinching her nipples as hard as possible, often with clamps that made her scream with the mixture of pain and pleasure. Today it was just his fingers but they were strong and she wanted to cry out. She knew that he would be very much aware of that fact.

Her pussy was so wet with excitement that his penis slipped out several times. Each time required punishment and her Master spanked her ass cheeks hard, stinging and leaving red marks. Again the urge to cry out was almost unbearable. She whimpered quietly. Her Master loved to hear her whimper. His thrusts became harder and deeper.

Her Master also loved to tease. "I'm going to be mean now, my sluttish Pet," he whispered.

Yet again he stopped and withdrew just when she was certain they would both explode with enormous orgasms. She was panting with desire as her Master took her into the shower area. He sat on the bench and pulled her onto his lap, facing her away from him and impaling her cunt on his erection. His hand reached around and stroked her swollen clitoris as she rode him. Surely he would let her orgasm now, she thought. But no, he had more plans to torment her and deny her the ultimate pleasure.

"Now I'm going to be mean again, Pet. Go and sit in the shower, my little slut, with your legs apart. I want to watch you get yourself off. But still you must not come."

She did as commanded, with a feeling of sexual humiliation at having to sit in a public shower fingering herself instead of feeling her Master's incredible penis fucking her. Her Master watched his submissive Pet perform her task, fondling her own breasts and hard nipples, stroking her clitoris and inserting her fingers in her own pussy. He took her discarded g-string and used it to stroke his hard cock as he watched.

After what seemed like an eternity to her, she was finally permitted to stand up and return to the sink. She pressed her hands against the wall as her Master took her from behind. The mirrors were on either side of them now and they took advantage of the full-length one to watch their bodies move together and merge as the fucking became more frenzied.

She ground her hips backwards onto his shaft for maximum depth. She knew her Master loved it when she squirmed that way. She also knew it was hard for him to resist exploding. Surely she had waited long enough. She had been a good Pet, doing everything he wanted. Didn't she deserve to feel his hot cum inside her now?

She knew her Master enjoyed hearing her talk dirty. "Please," she begged him. "Fuck me like a whore. I love being your slut. Fill your Pet's cunt. Explode in me, Master, please!"

This sent them both over the edge. Finally she felt what she had longed for all day. Her Master's cum was pumping into her in hot, sticky waves. Her own orgasm pumped every last drop from him.

They were both drained and exhausted. Her Master sat on the bench again. She longed to rest too, but she knew her duty as a Pet was not finished. She kneeled before him and gently licked and sucked his penis, cleaning their combined juices from him. She loved the way they tasted together. When he was sufficiently clean, she was able to catch her breath for a few moments before dressing. After all, it was getting late and her Master had to pick up his wife from her office when she finished work.

"Does your wife like mirrors?" she asked coyly.

"Only occasionally," her Master responded with a smirk. "She's not as slutty as you, my Pet."

"You made me everything I am, Master," she reminded him.

"I know," he responded, "and I am most pleased with my creation. A nasty slut after my own heart."

In a few minutes they were back outside. Back to the real world. They parted politely, like acquaintances who had merely bumped into each other. They went their separate ways. But only until next time. She smiled and touched her shoulder where his mark was. She belonged to him.



Not Your Average Celebrity Nanny



Ryan had only pulled his SUV into his garage just before midnight. Anyone who says being a tv star is a cake walk should just try working his hours for a week and then decide if it's all it's cracked up to be. Tired, exhausted, and horny, he let himself into the house. The family dog barely bothered to greet him. Everything but a small light in the living room was off, indicating that his wife had finished her day early, and the kids were in bed. Even now, the dog was crawling back onto her well used dog pillow and beginning to doze off. Ryan toed off his shoes and padded into the kitchen.

Knowing he was alone, he rubbed his aching cock through his jeans and turned on only the light over the sink, so as not to wake anyone. He rummaged through the refrigerator debating on whether he was hungry enough to reheat leftovers that the nanny had made for the kids, but decided against it, and closed the door. The kitchen was once again plunged into the mere dim light from above the sink and only then did he notice the light from the guest house on and the TV playing through the windows.

Rachel, their nanny, was always a source of temptation to Ryan. She was young and beautiful, yet brainy with degrees in child psychology and nutrition, which is what won her the job in the first place. She even learned how to cook so well, that Ryan and his wife often found themselves devouring the kids' leftovers. 

Still, as he stood at the kitchen counter, gazing longingly at the guest house, he thought of the cliché of the start of the latest, great television series star getting caught cheating on his wife with the nanny. Not only would it ruin his marriage, he thought, but Anne, his wife, would no doubt fire Rachel on the spot, which would, in turn, devastate their four children who after four years began to see Rachel as their big sister.

So why was he still staring? Why wasn't he going to bed? Even though it was unlikely, he might be able to arouse Anne into a little late night lovemaking. He doubted it, though. She almost never wanted sex during a work week. It was bad enough that she had to wake up earlier than he did. She had a day time talk show gig, and was up long before dawn and off to work so she could get into makeup and on the air before most people were even starting their day. 

Ryan was just about to concede another night's defeat to yanking one out in the shower when he noticed a figment of movement from the guest house. Rachel came from the small hall which attached the bedroom to the bathroom and the living room dressed in just a lace black bra and a matching panties. She walked into the living room of her own private quarters and bent down over the coffee table to retrieve the remote giving Ryan a clear look at her creamy, pale ass, wrapped in delicate black lace. As she stood there with the remote in her hand, Ryan assumed she was just going to turn it off and go to bed. He walked along the counter to get a better view of the television only to see what she was watching. 

Late night soft core porn; never before had Ryan been so happy that he'd gotten his nanny cable as a reward for her many years of exemplary service. As he watched, Rachel reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor, all he could see was her bare back, with her long raven black hair draped half way down her spine. She bent down once again, and as he was admiring the way her ass looked in those panties. He guessed she was putting the remote back down. 

Suddenly, there was a vibration in his jeans pocket, nearly giving him a heart attack. He fished out the phone to find that it was Rachel that was calling him!

He turned away quickly from the window and answered, keeping his voice calm in his professionally trained way.

"Hello?"

Rachel, however, had known Ryan for nearly five years. She knew when he was acting and she knew when he wasn't. Her voice, usually perky, happy, and child friendly, now was soft, intimate, and somehow ulterior in nature. "Hey, Ry. I heard your car come in. I don't know if you're hungry or not, but..." as she hesitated, Ryan listened as she took in a deliciously deep breath. He could only imagine what was happening since he couldn't bring himself to look out the window, lest she be looking out after him. "...if you're hungry, I'd be happy to fix you something." Then, she spoke the words he'd been waiting to hear for four solid years. "Or... you could come over here and eat."

In all the time the they lived in the house, the guest house was always Rachel's sanctuary. She had her own room in the main house, which was only used when Ryan and Anne left out of town over night or longer, so she could be closer to the kids. The main house had cameras on a timer from the moment Anne left, until Ryan's key chain activated the timer, indicating he was home so that they could keep an eye on the kids while they were away most of the day. 

There were no cameras in Rachel's guest house, however.

Ryan swallowed hard, "You know, I don't even know if I've even ever been in that guest house." He was trying to sound conversational. He critiqued himself; he was trying too hard.

Rachel indulged him, "No, I don't think you have. But you're home awfully late, and I know Anne wasn't feeling well, so everyone's been in bed for a while now. I've had most of the evening off with nothing to do." Finally, she urged. "You should come over. We so rarely get a chance to talk anymore now that you're such a big star." 

Ryan could hear the smile in her voice. She was never impressed by celebrity which was one of the reasons why they liked her so much as a nanny. Even though he was married to a celebrity himself, Rachel, too was dating a musician, whom she saw only rarely since he lived a coast away and spent most of the year touring. Right now, he could tell she was teasing him. Knowing that she was in her living room watching porn, almost naked, inviting him over was making him feel like a moth with a Ph.D. in fire, zooming directly into a bonfire without a single care in the world. 

"Hey, I'm A-list now, you know." Ryan's cock was painfully tight inside of his jeans.

Rachel's voice fell soft and sultry, "Then bring your A-list ass over here."

Ryan snapped his phone shut and without a second thought, he was out the kitchen door, and heading down the path through the back yard to the guest house. 

When he arrived, Rachel was standing there, her breasts were small, perky, and her nipples were hard with the cool night air against them. She was back lit by the light in the living room to the almost pure darkness of the back yard. As he approached the front door, she backed into the house, leading him toward her. Once he was inside, he closed the door behind him, and Rachel quickly pulled all the curtains closed.

"Jesus Christ, I can't believe it's taken you four years to come over here," she said, nearly exasperated.

Ryan was a little confused, but the blood loss to the brain would be his first excuse. "I'm a happily married man! And you've got your little rocker boy."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Oh please." She pulled Ryan's t-shirt off over his head, and swiftly wasted no time unzipping his jeans. "I'm not asking you to leave Anne and the kids for me. Hell, I wouldn't let you if you wanted to. I just want fuck you. And you know damn well you can't look me in the eye and tell me you don't want to fuck me, too." She tugged down his jeans and mumbled, "You're not that good of an actor."

With his mind reeling, Ryan stepped out of his jeans and tugged off his boxer shorts. Though he was 16 years her senior, he had a very strong female fan base. It kept his ego happy, but this moment was the biggest boost to his ego he'd ever encountered. Rachel wasn't the kind of girl who looked at a person and saw what they did for a living. She saw who they were. From the day he and Anne interviewed her, they knew that Rachel was 100% bullshit free. This moment, included.

He walked to Rachel and gently cupped her breasts. The porn playing in the background only supplied very low volume moans which only made him want her more. He kissed Rachel's mouth slowly, knowing all too well this may be a single solitary moment that will never happen again. Between his fingers, Ryan toyed with her chocolate colored nipples as he felt Rachel's hand gently caressing his cock with her fingertips. 

"Hard, already?" She breathed.

"Since I drove in." 

Rachel smiled, "So my big show was totally for nothing?"

Ryan could hardly speak through his heavy breaths. He nodded as Rachel backed him into her bedroom, "I'd watch your show all day, every day."

They kissed again and this time, Ryan reached between Rachel's legs. As he hoped, the silk lace between her legs was already moist and getting wetter the more he touched. Rachel let out a soft moan. Ryan looked at her dimly lit bedroom, wondering how many nights she spent in here touching herself, maybe even moaning his name. To his knowledge she'd never brought another man there. When she spent time with her boyfriend, it was always during summer when she'd join him on tour or a week or two. Other than that, she lived alone in this little guest house.

Rachel, indeed, had been longing for a man's touch. Ryan's in particular. It had only been a few months ago that she started watching his television show regularly. Normally, it was a typical, fill-in-the-blank cop style show. She wasn't watching the show for the plot. She was watching it because she wanted to see more of Ryan than she was getting to around the house. Usually, it was for about 15-20 minutes in the morning while he read the paper ad she served him coffee and toast, all the while, getting the kids awake and out of bed for school. Even though she got along with with his wife, Anne, and truly adored their children, she found herself lusting over Ryan more and more. For the past few months she'd been leaving him lingering glance and spending more time parading naked in her guest house after she knew Anne was in bed, hoping maybe... just maybe... she'd get her chance to spend one night with him that she had only otherwise dreamt about.

She never knew he shared the same dream. They collapsed on the bed and Ryan crawled between her legs. He kissed her thighs and lapped at the silk between her legs. Rachel stroked Ryan's hair and shoulders, raising her hips with desire for more. 

Message received: He slowly peeled her panties down and luxuriously, Rachel helped herself out of them, one long leg at a time. Now they were both bare, and her perfectly shaven pussy was glistening and puffy. He licked the baby soft, wet folds of her vagina, relishing in his dirty thoughts of how it made her seem so much younger than she really was to be hairless there. He licked lavishly and as she writhed against her sheets, Ryan suddenly had the urge to touch every inch of her body, and proceeded to do so.

With a strange curiosity, Ryan ran his hands from her face, to her neck and shoulders, all the way down the front of her arms, chest, stomach, legs and feet before asking her to roll over. She obliged him and he repeated the action, making sure not to neglect the crack of her perfect ass. 

When he finished touching her, Rachel maneuvered Ryan onto his back, and now it was she who crawled between his legs. She took his dark red cock into her hand and began licking it all over carefully swirling her tongue against the tip before she took the head into her mouth and with careful suction, Rachel worked his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. It took her more than one try, but even though Ryan was already grateful at her attempts, she had finally taken his full length into her throat. She went down on him over and over again, using her tongue as a cradle around the underside of his shaft. 

Ryan warned her that he would come soon, and Rachel stopped. Neither of them wanted it to end yet, despite how much it hurt to prolong the inevitable.

Rachel was the one who spoke first. 

"You get to fuck me now. As hard as you want. Anywhere you want. Any position. The only thing that matters to me is that when you're done, you put your finger into my pussy and you feed me your cum."

Ryan mumbled something that resembled a nearly fainted, "Oh, God...", but whatever blood that was left in his brain finally left and with a hunger for sex he hadn't felt since he was Rachel's age, he murmured for her to lay on her back and spread her legs wide.

Languid and lithely, she did so, spreading her legs in a full split from end to end of the bed. Ryan kneed between her legs and guided his cock into her and whispered, "Wrap your legs around me." 

One leg at a time, she did exactly that. He felt like his entire body was covered in fine silk, and her pussy was no exception. She was a petite girl, so he delighted in tightness that he had to press through to reach her full depths. She moaned and arched her back, stroking her hands over his skin reminding herself constantly not to leave any visible marks. She bucked her hips up against each of his thrusts and soon the sounds of the mattress creaking was punctuated with soft wet sounds, heaving breaths, and Rachel's beautiful moaning voice. 

Suddenly, Rachel began to shudder. She began to grasping at the sheets and pillows, anything to grip besides digging her nails into his skin, as much as she wanted to, and turned her head, biting her pillow. She came with a cry of pleasure, which Ryan wished he could have heard in full force, but knew by the rawness of her throat as she screamed, it would have been heard from the house. 

Ryan, trying to hold back to watch this symphony of orgasm take place, finally gasped a deep groan and felt his cock tighten before shooting three full loads of hot semen inside of her as he rode out her orgasm. Once Rachel let go of the pillow, Ryan kissed her once more before rolling off of her body, whimpering softly as his cock slide from her. 

Not forgetting the second half of the deal, Rachel laid there with her hips upturned, knees bent. Ryan, regathering his strength, crawled between her legs to view her pussy, now visibly filled and dripping with his white cum, which he carefully scooped with two fingers and as Rachel sat up, she opened her mouth wide with her eyes closed, she sucked on his fingers and swallowed as though she was eating the most delectable food ever created. She licked her lips once more and fell back onto the bed, looking up at Ryan with dark eyes.

"Thank you. For this. I didn't think it would ever happen," said Rachel in a soft satiated voice.

Ryan, drained and equally satisfied said, "I only wish I'd known sooner."

"It's not something I can really bring up over coffee."

They both chuckled softly, before Ryan checked the clock and with a slight jolt, sat up.

"Shit! Anne's going to be getting up in about about a half an hour."

Rachel shrugged. "Go inside, spill a beer on your shirt, and take a shower. If Anne asks, tell her you went out for drinks after work, someone spilled some beer on you and you needed to take a shower before bed."

Ryan laughed out loud this time. "Fuck! You think of everything!" Then he stopped, "You know, you have me at a serious disadvantage here. My entire life, my family, my career, my status... if you..."

Rachel, however, wasn't laughing. She looked at him very seriously with a caring look. "This... this thing... we can't keep doing this. We both know that." She touched his face and kissed his cheek. "I'm glad I had this night, but as far as Anne and the kids are concerned, this was never a thought in either of our minds. I don't give a fuck about the press. Or your career. I like you. I love my job. You love your family and your career. Let's try to see that we all keep them, ok?"

"I... I know." Ryan said, as he got up and moved to find his clothes. Rachel followed, helping him. Still, he had to ask.... "What if...?"

Rachel shushed him. "Let's leave the "what if's" for when the "what if's" happen, ok?" 

Ryan nodded, and made his way to her front door. 

"Don't forget to do everything exactly as I told you," warned Rachel quietly as he made his way back to the main house.

Ryan glanced back, but Rachel's door was already shut. The lights were off, and he'd only caught a single moment of the television flickering off.