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Rendezvous

By: swordstone



July 21st had been the hottest day of that Summer. Few people were on the early evening streets, and an air of uncertainty permeated the city. Sarah Marchmont had awakened and been gripped with this same feeling. She was just 26 years old, a petite 5 feet 3 inches tall, with an oval fair-skinned face inset with hazel eyes and framed in strawberry blond ringlets that fell to her shoulders. Her entire form was balanced and pleasing to any eye. Sarah was two years returned from finishing school in Charleston.

Inside the house, all seemed consumed with the same detachment from reality. Conversations were short, but typically Southern genteel, and the day languished as if held back by the stifling heat. . As the light eventually began to fade Sarah took herself to her quarters, bathed, and prepared herself for the evening's rest. Of late she had been donning a simple linen nightdress, but this evening, as she stood naked before her closet, her hand brushed against the full length white chiffon nightgown she had received as part of a trousseau on her recent graduation. She caressed the soft, silky fabric and found her spirits lifting. Removing the garment from the satin wrapped hanger she lifted it over her head and let it cascade over her body. Sarah turned and mixed a Mimosa, carried it with her through the French doors and, a wry smile on her lips, sat upon the chaise lounge on the second floor veranda. 

A slight breeze had arisen, and the air carried the scent of the last lingering magnolias to Sarah's nostrils. There was something else in the air that night also, a heavier less pleasant scent that came from farther off, though seemed to be approaching. She sipped on her Mimosa and thought back to the days before her Charleston education. To days when she and her fine, young blond headed beau would walk the Atlanta lanes and talk of tomorrows to come.

Gabriel Harker was the son of a plantation owner, and, as they say in Southern circles, of the right stock. His association with Sarah Marchmont was looked upon favorably by the community at large. In 1861 Gabriel enlisted in the Southern Army, and had not been heard of since. Sarah went to Charleston carrying their brief and binding love in her heart.

As she lay back on the chaise lounge, Sarah slipped into the arms of Morpheus, her head filled with memories of stolen kisses and secret trysts of which her family was unaware. For before Sarah had taken Gabriel's love to Charleston, the young man had taken her virginity for his keepsake. 

The full moon was now all but fully risen over the Atlanta landscape. The breeze had quickened and Sarah lay recumbent and relaxed on the chaise. The light chiffon was no match for the breeze, which played with the fabric, sliding it up the legs and over the thighs of the sleeping belle. The sheer white material gathered at her hips now to heavy to be pushed further by the Atlanta wind. She lay semi-naked in the Summer night, when the male form set foot on the veranda.

She lay in the moonlight as a porcelain princess. Her naked body visible through the chiffon. His eyes moved slowly over her. Down her pretty face, her slender neck, over the firm breasts, the nipples dark under the fabric. His gaze wandered over her flat stomach and down to the naked pelvis. He stood transfixed by her beauty, stared appreciatively at her sex, the sweet split that along with her breasts defined her gender. He looked along her legs, and then brought his gaze back upward taking in the vision of her. He inhaled and stepped softly toward her.

Soft, quick, feather kisses traveled up her inner thigh as she lay in that state between sleep and wakefulness. She reacted instinctively to the oral caresses, her mind and body not yet in sync. She murmured as his lips awakened the sensitive nerves. He inhaled the scent of her womanhood, the pheremones invading his senses, she stirred but did not wake as he kissed her mons.

She moaned a soft moan, as his tongue flicked out and found her clitoris, a soft sigh escaped her, and her back arched under the wet, warm touch. He became emboldened and ran his tongue down her sex separating her labia. Tasting her. Her hands spread above her head as her body stretched out believing she was dreaming. He lathed her womanhood with an urgent tongue, devouring her, exciting her. Her thighs involuntarily spread in response to the hot, wet excitement. She was excreting her feminine nectar now and he lapped at it, pushing his curled tongue into her vaginal opening flicking it upwards and withdrawing it, sliding it up the moist groove and flicking at the now hard bud at the top of her open delta. Ecstatic moans escaped Sarah's mouth as she surrendered in mid -wakefulness to the oral seduction. She felt his body mount hers, it seemed almost weightless to her. A function of her state perhaps? She felt the stiff shaft of his manhood press against her vulva and arched to grant access. She felt the length invade her almost reaching her cervix. She kept her eyes closed and lost herself in the sensuality of this moment. Met his long deep thrusts. Gave herself and took what he was giving. Gripped him urged him to orgasm as he breathlessly urged her. She spasmed as her release came and milked him as she felt his own release. They lay together until they were both spent. She never felt him leave.

When Sarah awoke she was in her chiffon nightgown. She oriented herself and looked at the graves that surrounded her. The nearest was inscribed "Gabriel Harker Died in battle October 12th 1863. In the distance Sarah could see Atlanta burning.

Rendezvous



The car arrives promptly at 09.30 hours, as stated on the card she had opened when she rose that morning. Sara has her small handbag with her, a light coat, and nothing else. Dressed smartly in a blouse and knee length skirt she closes and locks the front door, making her way down the path on sensible 2 inch heels, sheer stockings swishing together as she approaches the sleek black Mercedes that awaits her. A liveried chauffeur steps from the car and opens the rear door as she approaches.

"Morning, ma'am." The tone is perfunctory, polite but detached, letting her know that he will not be conversing any further with her. She ignores him and slides into the sleek leather interior, the heady smell of luxury wrapping her tightly as the door closes, the world dimmed by the tinted windows. On the back seat is an envelope, plain white, good quality paper, and completely blank. She knows this is for her, and she opens it as the chauffeur starts the car and they glide away towards London.

The card inside the envelope feels rich in her hands, thick and strong, suitable for the issuing of instructions. On it is the first part of her instructions, typed in plain text and bold printed. "Remove your panties and place them on the seat next to you. Do not touch them again, no matter what happens to them." A warm thrill bubbles inside of her as she looks up, noticing that the screen between her and the driver is opaque, a sheet of anonymous black. She briefly wonders if this is for her own privacy or if it is to avoid upsetting the driver.

She slides her silky skirt up over her thighs and gently pulls her panties down, the pale silk slithering on her skin then her stockings as she lowers them to the floor of the car and steps out of them. She then places them tidily on the seat next to her, smoothing out the folds as she lays them flat, before gently rearranging her skirt down to her knees and placing the envelope in her handbag. She sits and waits, patiently, her hands folded in her lap as the shark like executive car insinuates itself into the traffic, ruthlessly taking her to her first appointment.

* * * * *

They pull over outside an anonymous building in Covent Garden, and she waits patiently as the chauffeur parks and lets her out of the car. Looking neither left nor right she calmly walks towards the door in front of her. A plain glass door with no writing on it, just a number, etched into its surface. Opening the door she is welcomed into a world of quiet and cool. A gentle aura of fragrance surrounds her and calms her as she approaches the chic white desk and the equally chic receptionist behind it.  

"Hello, we were expecting you" the receptionist chirps as she rises to her feet. "This way, please." Her lithe, young wiggle leads the way through a maze of snow blindness inducing corridors to a pale green room, where she steps aside and allows Sara to pass through. 

"Take your clothes off and lay on the bench, someone will be in to see you soon." And with that the door closes, the wiggle no doubt disappearing back to its desk as Sara looks around her. In one corner there is a folded screen, and in the centre of the room is what looks remarkably like the benches used for a gynecological examination, stirrups and all, which in its turn is next to the most fanciful and evil looking machine, with all manner of tubes and protrusions clipped to it. A little daunted now she opts to step behind the screen to undress, and folds it out to do so. But there it is. Another little envelope pinned neatly to the first panel that she folds out. She removes the pin and opens it, sliding the card out. "No modesty screens today. Get undressed and lay on the bench. You are to make no noise at all while you are here." 

Her hands shake gently as she places the card back in its envelope, and the envelope in her handbag, which she then places on a solitary chair against the wall. She deftly unbuttons her blouse and slips it from her back, her bra follows, small breasts staying firm and pert as the fabric falls away, then her skirt, lowered carefully and she steps out of it, careful not to get it dirty on the floor. All of these she folds carefully and places on the chair. Then her suspender belt, unclasping the catches to one stocking so she can carefully roll the sheer fabric off her leg, then folding the gossamer gauze and adding it to the pile. Then the other leg, and finally the belt itself undone and laid with care. Her shoes she places neatly on the floor, under the chair. 

The bench is warmer than she was anticipating, yet the leather still snags at her soft skin as she mounts it. It's tall, and she has to use a little step to get up there. As she lays back she notices the loops and chains on the side of the bench and her breath catches in her throat. She has no idea what will happen to her here, no concept of what this place is, she has never been here before or seen the receptionist anywhere else. This is all of his doing, and she knows that she will have to do as she is commanded, so she lays back, eyes wide, and blushes as she slides her legs up into the stirrups that wait for her. The cool air in the room brushes against her naked skin, finding moist patches and playing with them to send a shiver through her.

It is only a couple of minutes before the door opens and a woman dressed all in white enters the room. She does not look at Sara; she does not speak to her. In her gloved hands she carries a small pot, which she places in a hole on the top of the fantabulous contraption near Sara's head. The woman is blonde, her hair piled up on top of her head in curls that tumble wantonly down again, making Sara want to tuck the hair back into the glittering clasp that holds the creamy tresses. 

Opening a cupboard the woman gets out leather cuffs, two sets, and two leather straps with clips at each end. Without consultation of any sort she begins to strap Sara into the cuffs at wrist and ankle, the wrists going above Sara's head, and then she clips the cuffs to the bench, so Sara is restrained. One belt goes across Sara's pelvis, the other across her chest, above her breasts, pinning her firmly. At no time does the woman make eye contact, and Sara does not seek it. 

Opening the pot that she has brought, the woman begins to stir the contents with a wooden spatula, similar to a tongue depressor. Sara can see little in her peripheral vision, but the mirror helpfully placed overhead lets her see herself completely exposed, legs spread wide, body available. She blushes at the sight and closes her eyes.

The warmth on her leg surprises her. It's gentle, yet enveloping, and she opens her eyes, trying to see what is happening. It's immediately followed by an extreme of pain, a sharp, stinging sensation as the wax is ripped away from her tender flesh, tearing hairs from her skin. As she realizes what is happening, Sara relaxes and the pain that was egged on by shock soon subsides. She's had her legs waxed before, so this is nothing new, just unexpected. She relaxes as her legs are waxed, parts of the bench being manipulated to allow access to all the skin. Her legs begin to tingle, feeling smooth yet irritated at the same time, and the cool breeze plays across the tender flesh to maximum effect, inducing stinging nettle tingling. 

The woman moves onto Sara's arms. More painful, yet Sara knows this will be quick and easy, the woman clearly knows exactly what she's doing, so she bites her lip and waits for the flushes of hot and cold that go with the ripping out of hairs. Both arms done, Sara relaxes, closing her eyes, knowing that it is over, and she will soon be dressing again. She looks forward to the soothing creams that will now be applied. 

Sara's eyes pop as she feels the wax land on her bikini line. She had forgotten about that. Well, summer is coming, and she knows how much he prefers her well trimmed and tidied, so the pain will be worth it. But the wax doesn't stop at the usual modest tidy up, it goes further, slackening Sara's jaw as it spreads over her entire pubic mound. She feels a hand laying on the fabric strip and knows that this is not going to be pleasant, but she remembers the command on the card and balls her hands into fists, squeezing her eyes tight shut as the rip comes, her gentlest flesh feeling like it's being torn from her body, her scream bottled in her chest as tears begin to well in her eyes. She prays for mercy from this woman, but there is to be none. The wax is back again.

This time it has the help of fingers, spreading her bottom, opening her lips and pulling flesh taught as every single possible place that a hair could grow around her sex is smothered in warm gloop and then patted down with a fabric strip before being harshly yanked away. Sweat has broken out all over Sara and she flushes from ice to sizzling hot as the sensations consume her, exploding inside her head as she tries so very hard not to make a sound, her body fighting the straps that restrain her so tightly. Then it's over. Those same fingers are now applying creams, massaging her skin, rubbing in the soothing ointments that will ensure she has no rash. Her breath returns to her body and she begins to relax as the immediacy of the pain subsides. Those fingers are working magic, easing muscles, cooling the heat, yet they're making their own heat, too, and moisture. The fingers feel free to roam over Sara's clit, flicking and rubbing, bringing her close to climax before sliding inside her, heading straight for her G spot and tipping her quickly into orgasm. 

Sara gasps, her body shaking under this new onslaught as she cums, not noticing that creams are now applied to her legs and underarms, too, and that she has been freed from her restraints. As the blonde leaves the room she finally catches Sara's attention.

"Get dressed, your car is waiting." And the door closes. 

* * * * *

It took Sara a good fifteen minutes to regain her composure, dress and leave the waxing salon. She hadn't been able to resist touching herself, checking the damaged area, and surprised to find that her touch instantly aroused herself again. It felt so smooth, so clean, her fingers felt like someone else's when she gently stroked the area. She was still flushed, but she was back in the car where the air conditioning had been thoughtfully raised to counter her flush. 

It finally occurred to her to look at the seat next to her, and when she did so she found her panties gone. 

* * * * *

Next stop was lunch, a treat for her at her favourite restaurant. Escorted swiftly and silently to her table she was unsurprised now to find an envelope waiting on her plate. She was, however, surprised by the table, which was on a raised dais in the centre of the restaurant. Feeling very conspicuous she opened the envelope and read the card. A flush immediately filled her face and she looked down, sure that everyone else would have read the words on the card. After a moment she looked around her, checking to see if anyone was watching, before she began to shuffle in her seat. First her hands went behind her, undoing the catch on her bra, then fled swiftly back to her lap, another flush taking over the work of the first one. The blouse that had been chosen for her that morning was quite sheer. Not completely see through, but enough that outlines could be ascertained, and the contrast of the lace on her bra against her skin was noticeable.

Swallowing she tucked her right thumb under her collar above her left shoulder and nudged the strap of her bra off. It immediately plummeted to her elbow and she pulled it over the elbow then over her hand, stuffing the fabric back into her blouse before anyone could see what she was doing. Another look round, no one seemed to be paying her any attention, and she took a sip of ice water to steady herself. Left thumb, right shoulder, and it was done. The bra was off and resting under the level of the table inside her blouse, her pert breasts now holding the fabric of her blouse out on erect nipples. Carefully un-tucking her blouse she pulled the flimsy garment free and stuffed it quickly in her handbag. She reached for the card and read again the words. "Whilst sitting at the table, remove your bra. You are not to wear it for the rest of the day. You are not to slouch at the table, but to sit with your shoulders back. A waiter will remove the garment from you to prevent temptation." The card slid easily back into its envelope and thence into her handbag, which she kept on her lap. Another sip of cold water and she finally sat completely upright, shoulders back, ankles crossed and tucked under the chair. Waiting. 

A group of three waiters appeared, each carrying a plate covered by a metal dome. The first plate was laid before her and the waiter whisked away the cover to reveal a seafood salad. The second plate hovered before her and the waiter solemnly intoned 

"Madam, I believe you have something for me." This was not a request, it was an instruction, and she blushed to her roots as she obeyed, balling her bra tight into her fist and placing in under the dome that lowered even as she released the fabric. Then the plate was removed and a third took its place. As the dome was raised high and the plate tilted slightly towards her Sara gasped. On the plate were two pegs made of highly polished chrome steel. She looked up at the waiter who merely moved the platter closer to her. Eyes downcast she slid her hand up and grasped the pegs firmly before slipping them straight into her handbag. The waiters left and she breathed a sigh of relief. Relief that was to be short lived. A waitress arrived with a glass of Champagne and yet another envelope. Sara was dreading the contents and nearly put it to one side, yet knew that she had to open it immediately or suffer the consequences. 

The card shook in her hand as she read the text. "Well done, enjoy your meal and the one glass of Champagne, there will be fresh strawberries and cream for your dessert which you will eat using your fingers and no cutlery. When you are done the car will be waiting for you." Her tense muscles sagged, there was to be no more humiliation, no more embarrassment until she had finished her lunch, and she had the very fine compensations of an excellent lunch and a glass of her favourite Champagne to enjoy as well. The day was certainly an intriguing one. 

* * * * *

By the time she had finished her lunch Sara had realized that the other diners were too self absorbed to notice her nudity, that only she knew she wore no panties, and that if anyone saw her nipples that strained against the blouse in the air conditioned air they were only appreciating them. The good food and the slight buzz of the Champagne buoyed her spirits as she left the restaurant and slid into the dark womb of the limousine.

Their next stop was an hotel, a very plush one at that, right on Park Lane, and she was immediately escorted to a suite with a perfect view over London and the park. Sara was beginning to enjoy herself, relishing these rare tastes of luxury as she stepped out of her shoes and her toes curled into the deep carpet. An envelope lay on the bed, this one a bit thicker than the others, and she quickly tore it open and removed two cards. 

"You are to shower and wash your hair. A hairdresser, manicurist and make up artist will knock on the door at precisely 16.00 hours. After they have finished with you, you may read the second card. Do not read the second card until then. Do not open the closet. Do not open the window. Do not use the phone. Do not attempt to communicate with anyone who enters the room. Open the room to all who knock at the door. "

Well, that was very precise. Feeling a touch rebellious Sara walked to the closet, only to notice when she grasped the handle that there was a little tag on there. The tag was numbered, and in its own fragile way it ensured that she could not open the door without it being known, as it would break off from the other handle should the doors be pulled back. 

Well, she thought, perhaps not knowing for now won't kill me, and I could certainly use that shower. She made her way into the marble bathroom with its huge Jacuzzis bath, double basins, bidet and toilet set and a wonderfully ornate shower full of body jets and steam nozzles. Recognizing the obvious torture her Dom intended for her at this point she allowed her clothes to fall to the floor about her as she stepped into the enclosure and turned the taps. She spent ages in there, trying all the settings, even the sauna, using all the wonderfully exotic toiletries that had been placed there for her use, and completely indulging herself. She stayed so long that she almost missed the first knock on the door.

True to instruction, the hairdresser, manicurist and make up artist all arrived in turn, each tending to her, dressing her hair perfectly, filing and painting finger and toe nails to glorious effect and skillfully applying make up so that when they left and Sara looked in the mirror she didn't recognize this graceful beauty that looked back at her. Her hand lifted to touch her face, to confirm that it was her, and she saw her slender finger now tipped with an almond of scarlet that shone like glass. She'd never felt so beautiful in her whole life, not when she married, not when her children were born, never. A sob rose in her throat and she fought it, not willing to sacrifice her mascara to sentimentality. But she couldn't stop looking at herself. Eventually she moved from the small mirror over the dressing table to the cheval mirror opposite the bed and she dropped the plush robe that wrapped her to the floor in an unceremonious heap. 

Sara hadn't looked at herself for a long time. She hadn't wanted anyone else to look at her, either. She had been too busy, too caked in playdough and baby food. Too busy on school runs and making tea for small mouths that seemed to spill more than they consumed. Too tired at night to do more than stand briefly under the shower and hide her body again in a drab nightgown before falling into bed. But she looked now, and she felt her youth return.

She ran those scarlet tipped fingers over herself, noticing how the stretch marks had finally faded, that the muscles had tightened again over her frame as she'd been chasing toddlers in the park, that some how, while she wasn't looking, someone had erased the intervening years, the stresses and pains, the bulges and creases and given her back her beautiful body. It was no longer youthful, that she knew, it had obviously changed, more curved here, less flat there, but now it was the body of a woman not a girl. There was no innocence there, it was ripe and fecund, her sexuality wrapped itself around her like the snake in the Garden of Eden and her eyes gleamed with joy and pride. She recalled his words on their anniversary, how she was told that he had been neglecting her, that she was more than a wife and mother, that she was his submissive and that he was going to reclaim her. She hadn't felt it at the time, but now, looking at herself in the mirror, she believed him. The second card eventually summoned her back to the bed and she carefully read it and smiled. 

* * * * *

The limousine disgorged her as close as possible to the base of the London Eye and she was eagerly escorted into one of the large pods for her husbands cocktail party. This was a works affair, so she didn't know any of the faces there, but they all turned to look as she stood in the doorway, the sheer grey silk sheath turning her body into a perfect steel sculpture, sucking onto her every curve, revealing not a stitch underneath. There was no shame this time, she stood there proudly, nipples erect as she scanned the pod seeking out her husbands gleaming gaze. He smiled at her, pleased with how she looked, and came forward to escort her inside. 




Rendezvous



"You look beautiful" he whispered in her ear as the door closed behind them and the pod began to move. "Thank you, Sir." She kept her eyes ahead of her as he escorted her round, making sure she had a glass of champagne and that she was introduced to everyone. He took her spare hand and wrapped it round his forearm, keeping her so close to him that she could sense the heat of his body through his suit. 

In no time at all the requisite ups and downs and circuits of the room came to a gentle stop and the pod began to empty. Sara waited patiently with her husband, a little confused when he held her back. 

"Let's look at the view instead, shall we?" He suggested. A quizzical expression on her face she turned to look outside the pod as people came and went behind her. "David," she got no further, a tug on her wrist immediately told her that she had mis-spoken. "I expect you to remain silent until I give you permission to speak." A tingle ran along her spine, those words, that tone of voice, she hadn't heard either since before the twins were born. "You know, Sara, I've done two things wrong in our marriage." She looked up at him in surprise, but he was staring straight ahead, at the river. "One was forgetting to take proper care of you, and the other was forgetting to punish you. Tonight I shall be addressing both those mistakes. Do you have the pegs with you?" "Yes sir." She pulled them from her tiny clutch purse. "Good. Hitch your skirt up and attach them to your clit." She jumped! Looking round she saw that the pod had changed behind them. There was now a dinner table laid in the centre, and the attendants were all facing outwards, not one of them showing any sign that they had heard a thing. "Now Sara" he repeated. "I don't expect to have to wait for your obedience." 

Sara looked to either side of the pod, realizing that as it turned they were obscured from the pods on either side, then she slid up her skirt and obeyed. The pegs were cold and hard, digging into her flesh and she sucked in her breath as they closed over her tenderness. Still he waited, not looking at her, not acknowledging her presence until he heard the silk fall back to the floor and her hands smooth it flat. 

"Shall we dine?" He asked as he turned towards her, smiling. She managed a fragile smile back at him as he took her arm and steered her into her chair. She did not notice the food, nor the view, nor the number of times her glass was refilled. She was transfixed by the throb between her legs, the slowly mounting pain that drew her attention away from everything else and made moisture gently seep from her. It must have been an hour before they left the pod, her husband helping her from her seat and escorting her back to the limousine, but Sara was in a state of trance, her body incapable of focusing on anything other than the now sharp and frantic pain from the very centre of her being. She winced as she sat in the car and her husband noticed. "Would you care to be relieved of those my dear?" he asked solicitously. "Yes please, sir, if it pleases you to release me from them." His hand stroked her breast and he smiled into her face, closing in on her mouth as if for a kiss. "That's a good girl; you're starting to remember your manners." His fingers pinched her nipple and twisted hard, wringing a moan from her. It felt to Sara as if that nipple was directly attached to her clitoris and she couldn't help but feel an orgasm build from the double stimulation. 

With absolutely no ceremony at all he tipped her onto her back on the wide seat, grasped her ankles, swinging her legs wide as he moved between her thighs. She didn't even think to see if the modesty panel was opaque, she no longer cared if the chauffer watched or not, she felt completely safe and secure. As he removed the pegs from her clit her husband licked round them, cleaning up the juices that had spilled from her and bringing her quickly to a state of high arousal. His tongue slipped up and down her slit, spreading her lips as he lapped at her before plunging into her cunt, his teeth resting on her as he dug deeper, seeking and finding the spot he wanted. Her back began to arch and she started to lose control. His finger joined in, one hand massaging her lips and the other probing her anus, fingers spreading her hole wide as he continued to tongue her, sucking greedily on the juices that sprang forth with her orgasm, 

Even in her state of ecstasy Sara felt something larger probing at her ass, something hard and very cold. She tried to relax more, allowing the heavy steel butt plug into her body, her sphincter closing tightly round the base, trapping it there. As quickly as he had descended on her, her husband pulled away, wiping his face on his handkerchief and looking as though not the slightest thing in the world had happened. Were it not for the butt plug, the fact that her body was shaking, she was half naked and the car smelled of her cum she could have been fooled herself. Sara carefully sat up, making sure to keep the butt plug in place as she rearranged her clothing. By the time the chauffeur pulled up at the hotel and the doorman opened the car door for them they were again the most demure of couples. 

Steered to the lift, Sara waited patiently by the side of her Master feeling the weight of the butt plug pull at her muscles. Walking across the highly polished floor had been a difficult exercise for more reasons that slippery high heels. She proceeded her husband into the lift and turned and waited again as he pressed the button for their floor. After a few moments he pressed another button and the lift slowed and stopped between the floors. "Kneel" he commanded, and she did. "You know what to do next" he told her as he stepped in front of her. She did. She carefully undid his trousers and pulled them and his underpants down just enough to release his very erect cock. A drop or pre-cum glistened on the end and her tongue flicked out to remove it. Gently taking him in her hand she began to stroke his length as her tongue swirled over the tip, through the slit, under the head, never stopping in its movements. Her grip changed a little, became firmer but lower, and her mouth lowered itself over his head. She heard him moan above her, knowing the satisfaction she was providing him. "Mmm, you always were a good little sucker. Maybe I should spend some time staying home and send you out to earn a living with that mouth of yours, my little whore?" His hands tangled in her hair, rocking her head back and forth as he began to fuck her mouth, pushing further back until he was hitting the back of her mouth, yet she knew he wouldn't stop there. "Open wide" he told her as he forced his cock down her throat, pushing into her mouth more than it could possibly hold and feeling her swallow down the tip of his penis. He pushed harder still, forcing more of it into her. "Oh God that's good." 

Sara remained calm, even though she now couldn't breathe. She trusted him, they had done this many times before and she knew that if she panicked it would spoil everything. He withdrew and she quickly exhaled and breathed in again, holding her breath as the cock pushed back against her gag reflex, sliding a little easier down her throat this time, and a little further. He kept doing this until his cock was completely in her mouth and throat, her lips pressed against his pubic bone and testicles, then he looked down and stroked her face. "Such a pretty sight. Good girl." Then his body shook and he came, emptying his balls down her throat, straight into her stomach. "Good girl!" It took a moment before his cock subsided enough that Sara could breathe again, but still she remained calm. As he withdrew she could taste his semen, and she licked him clean to make sure none of it escaped. He tucked himself away, did up his trousers and told her to stand, then pressed the button on the panel again to continue their journey. 

The lift stopped gently at their floor and the doors opened. As her husband motioned for her to lead the way he guided her with his hand on her bottom, whispering in her ear "let's see what other surprises tonight has in store for us, shall we?" 

* * * * *

David ran the key card through the hotel room door lock and the mechanism opened. He pushed the door further open and motioned his wife to enter their suite. He watched his wife walk through with her cool demeanour intact, despite the heavy steel butt plug that she was fighting to keep in place. He knew that demeanour was about to be destroyed and he was going to enjoy being the architect of its destruction.

Sara took six steps into the room and stopped, allowing enough room for David to pass, yet not presuming to venture too far in case it was not what he wished. She heard the door close behind her and David passed her by, dropping his key card on the dresser, and add the contents of his pockets to the pile before removing his jacket and laying it over the back of a chair. He took his cufflinks out and placed them carefully to one side and began folding his cuffs back.

"You've had a fine old time of it these past few years, haven't you?" Sara remained silent as he approached her, his strong forearms now bared. "I've let you dress as you wish, speak as you wish, eat as you wish, go where you want, when you want. You've even spent my money as it pleased you. And what have I got in return for all those freedoms?" David walked round her, circling her as he continued. "I've had a sloppy housewife, dressed in drab, baggy clothing and covered in baby spit. I've had my dinner at all hours, served with no courtesy and little thought or appreciation for what I do for you. I've had shirts that went un-ironed, socks that were not matched, a house that was dirty and untidy. Things are about to change Sara. Enough is enough. The time has come for you to get your act together, and I'm going to help you do that. I'm going to help you by making sure that you know explicitly the punishment that you can receive for failing me again. Is that clear?" Sara's voice caught and her mouth opened uselessly, she was shaking with very genuine fear now.

His hand came swiftly up, the back of his knuckles slamming into her cheek and spinning Sara's head round. She gasped and blood spattered from her mouth as her teeth cut into her cheek. 

"I asked you a question, bitch." "Sorry, sir" Sara dissembled as she tried to recall the question. "Yes, sir." "Yes, what?" Her scrambled brain dug desperately for the question that was asked. "It's clear, sir." She saw his face soften and managed to let go the breath that she held, she'd got it right. "Good. Now let's see how much we need to beat this lesson into you, shall we?" David walked to the dresser and opened the drawers. He began pulling out his favourite toys, the scalpels, the needles, a flogger, a riding crop, several paddles, nipple clams, clit clamps, a speculum, a selection of butt plugs and dildos, a magic wand, a gag, a dental clamp, a pair of surgical clamps, several canes, suture kits, the inventory seemed never ending. Sara kept her eyes straight ahead, trying not to watch, not to anticipate, not to taste the blood in her mouth or let the butt plug fall.

"Now, what have I forgotten?" David posed briefly, his hand to his face. "Ah, yes, how silly of me." Turning away he strode to the bedroom door and opened it. "You can come out now."

Sara watched as the three waiters from the restaurant walked through the doorway, followed by the waitress. The men were all naked, except for elbow length vinyl gloves, and the girl wore the biggest strap on Sara had ever seen in her life. One of the men carried a tall bench that was clearly designed to have someone tied over it. Saras legs went to jelly and she heard the thud as the butt plug dropped to the floor. 

"Oh dear," said David. "Was that what I think it was?" Sara was too petrified to move. If she bent her knees at all she would simply sink to the ground. David walked round her and lifted the hem of her dress to see the shiny plug lying on the carpet. "Tut, tut, tut. Muscles not quite what they used to be, eh? Or perhaps it's your resolve that needs seeing to." Sara felt him bend as he picked up the plug, and her dress dropped to the floor again. "Strip" he commanded. "I didn't spend a fortune on that dress for you to damage it, take it off. Now." 

She did as she was told, unzipping the dress and carefully stepping out of it, wobbling slightly as she did so. David took the dress from her hand and hung it up carefully in the closet. Meanwhile the man with the bench placed it directly in front of Sara, his erect cock bobbing at her as he stared at her nakedness. He was not an unattractive man, in his late 20's, dark hair and blue eyes, a combination that many women find irresistible. Clean shaven, tousled hair, a saucy grin and nicely defined muscles without too many bulges, and a clean shaven cock, too, a straight forward 9 inches of erection with the girth of a small fist. Sara couldn't help but widen her eyes when she saw it. She swallowed and moved her eyes promptly back to unfocussed and straight ahead. 

"What do you think of my wife, Lorenzo?" David asked the waiter. "Not bad, for a slut" Lorenzo replied, his eyes strolling over nipples and hips, staring into the crack between Saras thighs as if he could open them by looking hard enough. His tongue moistened his bottom lip. "Yes, she's not bad. Strap her to the bench would you, and point her face this way." Sara heard David settle himself on a chair behind her as Lorenzo took her arm and steered her round the bench. Another waiter came forward, a blond this time, and brought with him restraints, which he proceeded to buckle onto her wrists. The third waiter, shaven headed, buckled Sara's ankles into cuffs and clipped them to the bench. Lorenzo pushed his body up behind Sara, his cock forcing apart the cheeks of her arse and pressing into her back as he wrapped an arm round her waist and bent her forward. 

Sara was starting to panic now. What on earth was David going to allow? He'd never let anyone else into their play before, that had been agreed upon early in their marriage, her submission was only for him. She didn't know the rules of this new game and she shook violently as her wrists were clipped to the bench.

From beside him on the chair David produced a scroll, which Sara immediately recognised as her slavery contract, which had been signed and sealed long before a wedding ring was put on her finger. David began to read from the scroll.

"I, the undersigned submissive, agree that in cases where I have committed multiple sins in failing to offer my Dom the care and service that he is due, that my Dom may punish me in any way he deem fit, and that I shall willingly and gladly submit to this punishment, or the punishment may be increased in severity or duration until my wilful disobedience is broken. Do you remember those words Sara?" She nodded. "Do you remember signing that oath?" Again she nodded. "Do those words still mean anything to you, Sara?" "Yes, sir" the fearful whisper broke from her throat. "I'm glad they still hold meaning for you, because those words are your downfall now. I shall punish you tonight as you have never been punished before. I shall ensure that you will never again neglect my wants or needs, that you will never again present yourself to me in anything other than the condition that I require, which reflects my status in the world. You will remember this night for the rest of your pathetic little life and you will pray with all your heart that you never make me do this to you again. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir. I understand, sir." David smiled and sat back in the chair, rolling the scroll in his hands. "Good. Then you will remain silent until I instruct you otherwise, and these lovely boys and girls are going to have their fun with you. However they choose. There is no safe word; you have no right of appeal. You are here entirely for their pleasure and that alone." 

As David spoke the bald waiter stepped up to Sara and began to piss on her back. The hot liquid seared into her soul, humiliating her as it ran down her shoulders, into her hair, into her face, up her nose. She could taste it in her mouth and tried to spit it out, but received a knee in the ribs for doing so. "If it goes in your mouth, you swallow it, bitch" the bald man said. Sara shut her mouth and nose and hoped she wouldn't have to hold her breath for long. He seemed to sense her ploy and pulled her head up by her hair, holding his cock and spraying her face with his urine. "Open wide." She had no choice, she opened her mouth and he immediately began to piss in it. "Now swallow."

The first of many tears made its way down Sara's face, lost in the piss that dripped from her it tracked its way down over the knuckle mark on her cheek as she began to drink the bald mans water, swallowing quickly to avoid having to taste it too much. 

As if to egg her on she felt a riding crop land across her arse, one of the others had decided she needed a bit of a beating to warm her up. The pain as it charged along her spine at least took her mind off the taste of piss in her mouth. The bald waiter had now decided that he needed cleaning off after that, so he'd put his cock in Saras mouth for her to suck it clean. She closed her eyes and complied, not only sucking his cock clean, but continuing until she could feel it swell in her mouth. Her body jerked as the person with the crop thrashed her soundly from behind, the tears were flowing freely now, dripping off her jaw as the pain and humiliation did their work. She had gone from feeling beautiful to feeling like a whore in one giant leap. The cock in her mouth continued to swell, its girth beginning to force her jaws apart and she found she was only able to take the very head of it into her mouth, and not all of that. He wasn't overly long, just about 6 or 7 inches, but the man had the girth of a soda can. It was a few years since she had given birth, but she still recalled the pain of those tiny heads, and she felt sure that she was about to relive it all over again.

What little ability she had left to sense picked up on the other two, one each side of her, stroking their vinyl covered hands over her ribs. The one to the right pinched her nipple viciously and Sara recoiled. Immediately she was punched from behind, the fist slamming into her anus, not entering it, but delivering a solid blow that went all the way through her and pushed her face harder onto the cock in her mouth. Lesson learned, she thought to herself, don't move, whatever happens, don't react. She tried to relax, every muscle in her body telling her to fight or flee, every fibre of her mind screaming at her that she had to get away or die, yet she over rode them all, and managed to resume her position on the bench, her tongue flicking over the head of the fat cock in her mouth as her nipple was wrenched again. The tears helped, flooding fourth and taking some of the pain with them. She felt nipple clams going on and didn't flinch as they tightened, the flesh turning white as the blood was driven from it, and the crop was swapped for a cane that bit into her skin, shocks of pain tearing through her. She began to feel herself slipping away, going into that place in her head where she was no longer one with her body, where she went into a trance so that whatever happened to her did not affect her mind, a state of ecstasy where nothing bad could ever happen. 

On either side of her threaded needles tugged at the skin over her ribs, their points biting in on each rib top, nipping a little skin then hopping to the next. A knot at the end of the thread ensured that it did not pull through when her tormenters pulled the threads tight and tied them off at the other end. Another thread, on each side, repeating the pattern, about an inch apart, and another, slowly and carefully smocking her flesh over her ribs. She was getting into a rhythm now, blocking out the intensity, merging in into a fog that she submerged herself in, the faint rainbow lights behind her eyelids summoning her to a land of pleasure. She was almost disappointed when the beating on her arse stopped, but it was soon replaced by something more menacing. The cold tip of a strap on pressed against her lips, forcing its way into her, pushing aside delicate flesh in its insistence to be inside her belly. 




Rendezvous



The girls stroke was long and slow to begin with, the friction over Saras G spot adding to her haze, bringing her closer to orgasm as she swam through a sea of pain. Needles now began to fill the spaces between the stitches, creating a pretty pattern of needlework down her sides and she continued to work her tongue over the stout cock in her mouth. Her jaw gaped, gasping for air, but it was quickly plugged as the bald waiter pushed further in, his head popping behind her teeth and ramming her tongue and palette. He gave no warning as he came, no swelling, no twitch, no grunt; he just emptied what felt like a pint of spunk into her mouth and ripped away the nipple clams at the same time. Sara swallowed as fast as she could, swallowing her howl as much as his cum, but it just kept coming, oozing out of her mouth, stained pink with the blood from her cheek as it ran down her chin. It took her a moment to realise that he didn't shrink as he came. Having become engorged this penis had no intention of shrinking back to normal size and she began to suspect that a chemical inducement had been applied to it. 

Cold baby oil washed over her anus and cunt lips as the girl continued to stroke, making sure that the lubricant went all the way into Sara, as deep as possible. She even opened her arse up and squirted a jet against the sphincter muscle. As the soda can cock withdrew from her mouth Sara gulped down the last of the cum and panted heavily, her face a mess of piss and cum and tears all smeared over a perfect knuckle print that refused to fade. She rocked back and forth on the bench as the girl moved faster, deeper, harder. Sara couldn't believe that she had taken all of that strap on, yet she could feel the girls belly slapping against her arse as she was pummelled. The muscles in her cunt began to strain, clenching, spasming as she started to cum. Another cock was at her mouth, this one smaller than the other two in girth, but very long. Straight away he pushed to the back of her throat and slipped down, deep throating before she even had a chance to swallow. Sara gagged twice then settled down as he began to pump into her throat. 

This must be the blond boy, she thought as she opened her throat more, finding that she could still breathe round him a little. There was a change behind her and the strap on was pulled out to be replaced with a cock that was even bigger, longer and fatter. Lorenzo was obviously taking his turn. He was a frantic pumper, fast, short pumps into her body, like a rabbit, his hands on her back as he went at her with vigour. Thank God for the baby oil or he'd be tearing her to pieces she thought. Then the grunt came, and so did Lorenzo, depositing his seed deep in her womb. He withdrew quickly and Sara was expecting another cock to replace it, but this felt different, smoother, yet harder in places. She started to panic as she realised that Lorenzo was now sliding his hand into her, his knuckles bouncing off the edge of her pubic bone as he tried to force it in.

"Carlos, she needs to be opened more, come and fuck the bitch." No doubt Carlos was the soda can, and sure enough Sara felt a much bigger cock against her cunt now. She felt like it was splitting her as it pushed its way in, forced itself through her opening and into her vagina, the head spreading her out the way her babies had. If she hadn't had a cock in her throat Sara would have screamed in pain, instead it just caused a new fall of tears. The shaft followed the head, and again her cunt stretched taut, Carlos dug his nails into her hips and heaved himself inside of her. Sara felt as though she had been split in two, like an axe through her cunt had exposed her to the world, she had been turned inside out, surely, because no cock could ever spread her this wide, surely? But it had. That soda can cock was deep in her and Carlos was banging away, pounding it in like a hammer on a nail, making sure to get right down to his root, trying to get his balls into her as well. This time she felt him cum, she felt the shaft swell as he spunked into her and she swore she felt her cunt walls tear. "She's ready now" was all he said as he withdrew. Lorenzo's fist was back again, this time slipping easily in as the flesh closed over his hand. He sank into her up to his wrist, then tucked his thumb under and made a fist.

Saras tears had dried up. Not because she wasn't hurting or humiliated, not because she wasn't praying for this to be over, but simply because she had none left. If she had, they would have poured down her face as Lorenzo began to move his fist in her cunt. Gently at first, up and down, slowly turning inside her, the suction within her making her feel sick as he began to make longer thrusts, deeper thrusts, stronger thrusts. The blond in front of her pulled his cock back and came over her face, yet Sara barely noticed over the feeling building in her guts, the swelling tide of irrepressible orgasm mounting in her. So far it hadn't happened, her fear had kept it at bay, yet now she couldn't resist. She felt a tingle against her clit, someone was using the wand, pressing it hard against her urethra as she was fisted, and it toppled her over the edge. She didn't just cum, she squirted, she lost count of the orgasms that charged through her body, she screamed but didn't know she'd made a sound, her throat raw as she howled with pleasure and anguish, she squirted again and again and again, ejaculating like she never had before, cum squeezing round Lorenzos forearm and dripping off his elbow as she shook and came again.

David watched his wifes throes eagerly. He'd been planning this for weeks, knowing that she hadn't had a single penetrative orgasm since the babies had been born and finally deciding that this was either going to produce the goods or she'd never be able to get there again. Her tear stained, cum, blood and piss spattered visage had never seemed so pretty as her mouth distended and she roared with a primordial cry. His own cock hardened in response and he wondered how much longer he would need his four accomplices. He watched as Lorenzo swapped places with Carlos who continued to fist Sara. He was fascinated, the boy had yet to cum, though his balls showed obvious signs of needing release. Lorenzo put his cock in Saras mouth, encouraging her to suck it hard, bite it, chew the end, obviously needing the extra stimulation. Meanwhile the blond boy and the girl were cutting out the sutures and removing the needles, putting it all safely in a sharps box, aware that the game was nearing its end. 

Sara sucked for all she was worth, the world was pure white, like being inside a fluorescent tube, it glowed around her and she was lost to sound, sight, smell, pain, everything except the sensation in her cunt, that glorious, wonderful, amazing sensation. She'd never cum like this in her whole life, not once. Her entire being had exploded, from everything being focussed tightly on her abdomen, on that small G spot of skin, it had expanded to fill the universe, she felt that her cells had been scattered and were no longer in contact with each other, just pulsing frantically, each to their own beat. 

Lorenzo was getting close, but he still wasn't satisfied. He knew what he wanted, and now was the time to take it, while she was in such a state of stupor she wouldn't know what had hit her. He'd made sure the waitress had lubed the womans arse earlier for him, and now was his opportunity. Gently moving Carlos aside he stood behind Sara and spread her cheeks, presenting her pulsing anus with the tip of his massive cock. She was going to be tight this one, he could tell, and he prised her open with his two thumbs, stretching her sphincter out until the muscles took the hint and relaxed themselves, then he put the tip of his cock back against her. The waitress handed him the baby oil and he gave himself a good slathering of it. Then he started to push. 

Saras focus came back swiftly, from that white haze to a pin point of pain as her anus stretched out around the tip of Lorenzos cock. To make matters worse someone was under her, applying a dildo to her cunt, making things tighter still, she cried out and her husband leaned forward and slapped her face. Remembering her silence she bit her lip and tried to relax her muscles as the pressure on her arse mounted, the head determinedly forcing its way in. God but the man had a cock of steel, it just didn't soften a bit, it kept pushing, deeper and deeper. 

Suddenly the head made its way past the restriction and her arse closed on Lorenzos shaft, yet there was to be no stopping him, and he continued to squirt baby oil over her arse as he plunged deeper into her, his legs bending as he braced himself behind his cock and pushed. It felt to Sara like his cock and the dildo in her cunt must have met, the wall between the two orifices so thin that it seemed there could be no difference between one hole and the other. Another orgasm built in her, she couldn't believe it, she was feeling so much pain, yet her body was determined to send her spiralling into oblivion again. Lorenzo's nine inches was in her now, all of it, completely embedded in that gorgeous arse. He took a moment to enjoy the feel before he started moving, enjoying the extra friction from the dildo in Saras cunt as he started to pump in and out, a little bit at first, then quickly more and more, until his whole length was charging in and out of Saras anus, her body rocking violently on the bench as she was double penetrated. Carlos joined in the fun by filling her mouth as much as he could with that ever stiff fat cock of his, making her air tight as she came, her body bucking against the restraints as her arse was filled with hot spunk, soon followed by another spray down her throat. 

She was exhausted. Her ribs hurt, her arse and cunt felt stretched beyond all possible imagining, her throat was sore, her wrists and ankles chafed, and her stomach muscles complained bitterly about the sudden burst of exercise. She hung her head and panted as the foursome gathered their clothes and left her alone with David. 

He was gentle as he undid the cuffs, lifting her carefully from the bench and laying her on her side on the chaise that waited, a thin sheet there to pull over her body, and a clean pillow for her head. He stroked her hair and kissed her delicately on her cheek. "Good girl."

Leaving her lying quietly he went to the bathroom and ran a bath, not too hot, not too cold, a little of her favourite oil to tend to her skin, a little aloe to sooth, a little witch hazel to clean. Then he carried her in and placed her softly in the water.

She could feel his hands on her body, so soft and gentle, like warm feathers washing her skin, soaping and rinsing her hair, removing her make up, and one strong arm always round her, making sure she couldn't slide under the water. Jug after jug of warm water sluiced through her hair and over her shoulders and back, washing away the stains, warming her soul again, and when she was clean and fresh he scooped her into his arms, swathing her in soft towels and patting her skin dry. He laid her in the King size bed, on crisp cotton sheets that felt so wonderful to her skin, and sat behind her, squeezing the water from her hair.

When she began to stir he left her briefly, returning with a glass of iced water to moisten her parched lips, he had read her mind. He held her up as she sipped from the glass, the strength still not in her hands to hold it for herself. "Are you hungry?" he asked, and she nodded as she realised that she was. He picked up the telephone next to the bed and rang room service. He was still drying her hair when the knock came at the door. David answered it and brought back a plate of scrambled eggs and one of chicken salad, with a jug of iced water and a bottle of white wine all set on a tray.

He placed the tray on the bed and fed her, one mouthful at a time, sip by sip, until she'd had enough, then he laid the tray aside. He settled her down into the bed, carefully avoiding the bruises that showed already on her skin, before going to shower himself, and by the time he returned she was already asleep. He stroked her hair and climbed in next to her, his body curling up against hers in perfect harmony, knowing that tomorrow was going to be the start of something very special. 

* * * * *

In the morning she woke to an empty bed, David having already left for work at stupid-o-clock without disturbing her. She couldn't believe she had slept until 10.30 and immediately felt guilty. Then she looked at the bedside table, where there was an envelope waiting for her. Her body ached as she reached for it, tearing open the seal and removing the card. It had only three words on it.

"Hire a nanny."



Rendezvous



The day had finally come when my delicate neck would match my beautiful wrists; I was to have the pleasure of being pierced with my day collar. The excitement building up inside me was truly unbearable. I wanted so desperately to have a physical, permanent representation of who I was, an owned submissive. I stood trembling as the base of my throat was marked for the incision. The piercer asked me if the placement was straight. I did not even look for myself. I turned my body to face my Dom, for his approval, having complete trust in him. Ultimately, this piercing was to be pleasing to him, so whether I thought it looked right or it was placed where I wanted it to be did not matter. 

I lay down in the chair and lifted my chin high. My Dom stood in front of me keeping his eyes on my face. I could feel my consciousness slipping away already but I attempted to keep my attention focused on his stare. I mouthed that I loved him and he sweetly winked and smiled at me. I could feel a wave of warmth flow through my veins. I adore him so deeply. I cherish being owned by him, and this piercing symbolized his collar on me. 

I closed my eyes in anticipation for the needle to be pierced though my flesh. I love the sensation of being pierced, the adrenaline rush, the manipulation of my skin, exerting absolute control over my body while my mind drifts into a euphoric state. I took a deep inhale, and felt the needle stick into me. I winced. I did not realize that the skin at the base of my throat was so tender. I shut my eyes tight and squeezed my fists together. I stayed perfectly still and quiet as my skin was pulled and my jewelry was inserted. I opened my eyes lazily and looked over to my Dom. He stood there, leaning back against the door with his arms crossed in front of his chest studying me. I could not hold my attention on him for very long before an exhaustion washed over me. 

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths savoring the warmth and relaxation I felt from the needle. I then felt my Dom’s hand on my thigh. He dug his fingernails into my skin and dragged his hand down the length of my thigh. If I could move, I would have jumped with how good he felt; instead I could feel my clit throb with how much I desired him. Even in an almost incapacitated state I lusted for him. I was secretly hoping for the piercer to leave us alone for a few minutes so my Dom could touch and caress me in my fragile state. Unfortunately, the heat and connection between us was incredibly evident, so he stayed with us as I regained my strength to stand. 

My Dom and I left and went searching for a place to have dinner that was dark and intimate. I was having difficulty walking and was still a little weak and dehydrated. We sat down in a quaint restaurant that was lit with small candles. I do not have the opportunity to eat out with him very often, so I felt like a giddy child, like a happy pet being out with him. Naturally he ordered for the both of us. I thoroughly enjoyed watching him take charge and decide for me, I felt so taken care of and protected by him. Although we were hungry, food was not what our minds had been focused on. We sipped red wine and feasted on a beautiful meal of raw oysters, a selection of cheeses, fruit and breads and marinated olives and sautéed brussel sprouts. It was perfect, and delightful. I could feel my Dom’s shoe slide up my calf and I could hardly think straight. I looked down and my vision became unfocused. All I could process was how much my body ached for his touched, and how consumed I felt by it. After we finished off every bite of our meal and sipped that last of our wine, we both collected our things and walked casually toward the back of the restaurant. We ducked into the small, individual restroom without being noticed. 

We closed the door quickly behind us and swift into his arms I went. He held me close to him as he kissed my mouth deeply. I moaned quietly as I allowed by body to sink into him. He pulled my face away and stared intensely into my eyes. He drew my face toward him again and kissed me passionately. I could feel myself swoon with desire and my legs were trembling. He pulled my face away again. My eyes took a moment to open and focus on him. It seemed my Dom needed my mouth on his, but couldn’t get enough of admiring my face. He told me to unbutton his shirt. Nothing is more erotic than undoing the buttons of his shirt revealing his delicious chest. I could feel my hands shaking as I struggled to unbutton one after the other, and then I placed the palms of my hands to his chest. I could feel his warmth and his heart beat through his shirt into my hands. I longed to touch him. I felt my heart pound through my own chest competing with the beating of his. He turned my body around and I was facing the mirror while he held me from behind. I dropped my head back and through half open eyes, watched as my Dom wrapped his arms around me. He ran his hands over my breasts, across my stomach and pulled me close to him. The passion in his eyes and in his touch engulfed my soul. If he wasn’t holding me tightly against him my knees would have given out. 

He turned me around and he stood on top of the toilet. His cock was then level with my face. He told me to undo his pants. I felt my smile wide on my face; I was more than eager to obey him. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down. I tried to contain my excitement. I pulled his pants down his legs. I looked back up at him. He nodded his head, and I understood that I was allowed to pull his briefs down. I stood there, staring at his hard, throbbing cock inches from my face. He told me to suck him. I hungrily opened my mouth and swallowed his cock down my throat. He felt achingly smooth against my tongue. I sucked him so hard, needing for him to fill my mouth. I raised my hands and grabbed his ass pulling his body toward me. He almost fell off balance from how ferociously I sucked him. I began to bob my head up and down his shaft, licking him wildly within my mouth. I could hear my Dom struggling to keep his moans quiet. There is nothing sexier than the way his body responds to me; how he moans with delight and his body writhes with pleasure. It makes me crave him more. 

He pulled my head off of him and began to unbutton my shirt. I looked up at him adoringly, melting under his hands. He unhooked my bra and pushed it up so my breasts were exposed underneath it. He pulled me close to him, and held my breasts firmly together. I followed his lead and pushed my soft breasts around his hard cock which was still glistening with my saliva. I arched my back and began rocking my body, fucking his cock with my tits. It was so fucking hot. It was only a short amount of time before he commanded me to suck him again, and he came generously in my mouth. I sucked every drop of cum from him. I love the way he tastes. I cherish his warm juices that filled my mouth and dripped down my throat. I tenderly licked him and cleaned him like the sweet cock sucking kitten that I am. I loved serving him. I felt such pleasure and arousal from pleasing him, and lucky that my mouth and my hands could touch his body. We heard someone knock at the door. I stopped suddenly terrified to move, unable to process what I would do if we were caught in our compromising position. In that moment where I was incredibly aware of our surroundings and was standing completely still, my Dom broke my concentration by grabbing my face and kissing my lips deeply, telling me that he loved me. Whenever his lips are pressed against me or his eyes are penetrating through mine, or even when I feel his slightest touch, everything around me just fades away and the only thing my body can sense is him. 

We got dressed and gathered out things. After taking a few deep breaths to ease our heightened arousal, we walked out of the restaurant, keeping our eyes forward and our pace deliberate and steady. It was a beautiful evening, both symbolic and powerful and incredibly sexy and mischievous. It seems any time that my Dom and I share together is special and memorable, but mostly it touches my heart in some way. His time with me is truly a gift. For me, our experiences together are exceptionally powerful and erotic and I love being devoted to making them just as meaningful and pleasurable for him. 




Rendezvous



You are standing there in front of me. I always knew this moment would come and it finally has. You are more beautiful that your pictures could ever show in your button --up blouse and your jeans. The sweater you are wearing brings out the color of your eyes, almost making them glow as you look at me. The moonlight shining thru the window is the only light we have as I step toward you.

I reach out to you and take your hand. Our fingers intertwine as I pull you gently toward me. My arms wrap around your waist as yours encircle my neck. Our first kiss is more that just a kiss ... it is a release of all of the fantasies and energies we have been building up as we have talked online. But far from aggressive, it is soft and loving. Lips slightly parted, tongues barely touching... it is a kiss of romance not of lust. We hold each other tightly, feeling our hearts beating as one heart. As we part to catch our breath, you start to reach down to pull your sweater off. 

"No, Carol. Let me do this. I love to undress a woman," I whisper. You arms relax at your sides.

I reach my hands to the hem of your sweater and begin to pull it slowly upward. You raise your arms as it rolls up your chest, uncovering your shapely form. As I start to pull the sweater over your head, I stop with it still partially covering your face... entwining your arms. You cannot see me coming as I lean in and kiss your inviting lips. You lean forward into me and return my kiss with passion. As we part again, I pull you sweater over your head and let it drop to the floor.

"I want you Alex," you whisper... saying the words I have wanted to hear you say since I first saw your picture. 

"Soon my love," is my reply as I reach for the top button of your blouse. 

With each button I open, I lean forward and kiss the newly exposed flesh. The first kiss is on your neck, the second on your collarbone, the third kiss finds your exposed cleavage and gives a hint of the low cut bra you have worn for our encounter. The next finds the top of your belly, the fifth your bellybutton. The last kiss finds the space just above the top of your jeans as I linger there, smelling your arousal. 

"No one has ever done this to me before, Alex. It feels so wonderful. All the other men have ever wanted to do is just get me naked and fuck me."

"They didn't love you the way I do, dear," I reply. 'I want you to enjoy our time together." 

I stand up and kiss you again, slowly parting your lips with my tongue. As you reach for my head to pull me closer, I step back instead. As I look at you in the soft light, I see how beautiful you are and doubt for a second that this moment is real. I can see your chest rise as you breathe. I step toward you and slide my hands up on your shoulders, sliding the blouse down your arms where it joins your sweater on the floor. Your bra is doing little to contain your breasts as they struggle to stay confined. I use my hands to slide the straps down your arms. You bend your elbows and the straps are free and you start to reach behind you.

"No, dear," I whisper almost pleading with you. "Let me." 

My arms follow yours and my fingers find your clasp. I lean forward and kiss you neck as I momentarily fumble, like all men do, with the hooks that hide you from me. As I move my kisses up your neck to your ears, I finally succeed and your bra slides slowly down between us.

My kisses travel down your chest as I plant kiss after kiss along my trail. My hands slowly circle in front of you until I feel your warm breasts... taking one in each hand... my palms feeling the hardness of your nipples against them. With a gentle push, I move them together and move my kisses between them. I can feel your breathing increase as I start to use my tongue to trace small paths along your skin. With a slight turn of my head, I replace the hand covering your nipple with my lips... forming a soft circle around it as I use my tongue to tickle the underside of its already hard flesh. I suck firmly, grasping it between my lips as I pull it slightly causing you to catch your breath. My left hand can feel your other nipple begging for attention so I move there, sucking on you... licking you... nibbling at you. Your hands find the back of my head and pull me into your breast, urging me to continue.

I step away to catch my breath but the sight of you topless in front of me takes my breath away instead. I have seen you like this before in your pictures, but they were nothing compared to the beautiful young woman I see now. I look up at your eyes and see a passion waiting to be released.

I step toward you and you reach for me again as my hand find your soft breasts. I squeeze them gently as you moan quietly. My hands release you and my fingers trace tracks down your belly until the reach the waistband of your jeans. I step toward you and turn you so I am now standing behind you. My hands move up to cup your breasts again, my thumbs rubbing against your nipples... the nipples already hard with excitement. As my left hand continues to play, my right hand slides past your waistband and finds the hem of your panties. They provide no barrier as my fingers continue down finding the soft skin of your lips. You are already warm and wet as my middle finger slides between them, stopping to rub circles around your clit. You reach a hand up over your shoulder and around my head as I kiss your neck.

As your breathing increases again, I release you and turn you to face me. I drop to my knees before you as my fingers undo the button holding your jeans closed. I can almost feel the heat rising from your pussy as my fingers find the zipper and pull it slowly downward, revealing your panties to me. Your hands find mine on your hips and we together start to pull your jeans down. I move them slowly, almost teasing myself as your thighs are revealed to me inch by inch. As your jeans reach your ankles, you step out of them slowly until your legs are free.

I lean forward to kiss your belly, and then move downward...kissing you through your panties until I can feel your wetness through them. With one finger, I slide your panties to the side and plant kisses on your pussy lips. You spread your feet slightly as my fingers part you... allowing my tongue to lick your soft inner lips. I taste your juices as they flow from you... tasting sweeter than any taste I have experienced before. Your hands move behind my head, pushing me closer... urging me to taste you even more.

My fingers find the waistband of your panties and I slowly draw them downward. I move my lips to let them pass as they move past your knees and then your ankles. They join the rest of the clothing debris on the floor as you step from them. I stand up in front of you and can feel the heat from you as I slide my hand to cover your wetness. You can feel my finger probing your lips then jump slightly as one finger enters you. I bend slightly as a second finger joins the first and plunge then deeply inside you. My other arm find your waist to hold you close and my finger move rapidly in and out of you. I feel your body tense as you wrap both arms around me.

"Make me cum, Alex, please make me cum," you almost shout. 

Your pussy squeezes around my fingers and I can feel your juices running down my palm as your body shudders with orgasm. As my hand leaves you, my arms enfold you; holding you close to me.

I step back to admire you, standing naked with only the moonlight shining through the window to illuminate you. Your eyes are filled with desire, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm and your thigh glistening with your own juices. You are definitely beautiful.



Rendezvous



By

Sascha Illyvich (From Sensualities)

Lisa stood in her black dress at the library with her back turned to him. She was oblivious to him as her job kept her busy enough to ignore the normal distraction of library wanderers. Kevin crept up on her, placed both his arms around her and kissed her neck.

"Fuck," she turned around, cut off by another kiss this time on her lips.

"Mmm, that's better."

She turned around to kiss him full on as their eyes met. Her tongue probed his mouth and he melted, visions of past kisses from her ran through his head.

"Now that seems more like a good afternoon kiss. Care for an afternoon delight?" She ignored him deliberately. 

He followed her as she shelved a few more books, admiring her hair now that it had grown out. 

His worst fear was that she would not respond to his advances the way he expected her to, as she did two years ago. She kept things interesting by keeping him wondering. 

A few minutes passed, he found a book to thumb through, then her hand graced his shoulder, tugged at his ponytail and was gone. He turned his head to follow her; she sashayed along between two rows of books and disappeared. He stood up, a gut feeling telling him what he wanted to feel. His heart felt the pang of rejection and warmth at the same time but it had been a year since they last saw each other, between then bitter phone calls and a bad relationship for them both. Her previous love was merely an immature little punk, not fully capable of understanding her needs or desires. 

His last relationship was a farce, a night of lust and an email telling him that she felt they had different desires. Both their hearts broken they kept in touch, he was there for her, yet he showed none of his pain. 

He followed her off to a little corner, the fiction section. She pulled a book for him.

"Read this, my shift will be over soon." She smiled at him as he went to a table.

He opened the cover on the worn out book and found a page marked in familiar handwriting. Determined to waste time until she got off, he thumbed through the pages of the book, feigning interest. There wasn't much to "Computer Concepts of the 90's" that he didn't know, but it would do enough to stall time.

Some time passed and Kevin must have dozed off. He felt a hand run through his hair before his eyes opened and he saw Lisa motioning his exit. She followed after she clocked out. 

Kevin stood up lazily, stretching from having sat too long, and headed out the door. He turned the corner to wait. Two minutes later, Lisa came out, greeted by Kevin's lips. 

"Mmm, Kevin, I did always like that."

"As did I Lisa. How have you been? It's been awhile."

"Yes, it's been about six months and I'm still alive."

They continued to walk, going nowhere in particular. 

"So do you still see John?' Kevin reached for her hand as he spoke.

"No, and I'm glad the bastard's not in my life. He didn't treat me well."

"I remember how you told me, he hurt you badly." He'd spent a number of nights up late on the phone with Lisa as she cried on his shoulder. 

"Yes, that he did. Asshole. I just don't understand men sometimes."

"Lisa, I have some sad news for you, I don't sometimes either."

They giggled as they walked. Lisa's familiar laughter brought back a flood of memories for 

Kevin. He swallowed hard, exhaling a sigh of relief from her calming touch. 

Lisa headed in the direction of a little restaurant Kevin mentioned an interest in a month before they broke up. He looked around, took in the sights of the island, the salty scent in the air and her perfume. Lisa couldn't help wonder if Kevin had changed as he said he had. She felt him through his touch but his distance in the last few months had been a mystery. They seemed to drift apart until unexpectedly, she called him and asked him to come to Galveston. 

He finagled his work schedule and left work an hour early to come see her. He practically jumped at the chance when she'd first offered but his heart cautioned him against making such quick decisions. Still, he had to come see Lisa. Kevin couldn't let go of the past without a fight. 

Lisa didn't tell him things could change, or that she had changed. She hadn't told Kevin that she'd learned a few hard lessons since having left him once. She'd show him instead. 

They walked arm in arm now, in silence. Kevin's head had been warring with his heart but the pounding had stopped for now. He was boyishly nervous. Lisa sensed Kevin's state of mind and laughed. She enjoyed keeping him wondering but only to a point. After that point, it became torture on them both because of their past relationship. She couldn't handle the confusion from his heart at the time. He wanted to love her, he did love her. 

Their differences in age pushed them apart. 

Still young, she wanted to have fun and get ready for college but Kevin's serious tone always bored her. She turned 21 before they met but he was still 5 years older. She entered the "what am I going to do after high school" phase and he was working on his career. They were two different generations but they worked well as a couple. When they were together, meeting in the flesh, they were hot. Kevin's well-placed touches managed to subdue Lisa's needs even though they never ended up in bed together. Something always came up. 

Kevin broke the silence before they stopped, "So where are you taking me Lisa?"

"Right there, " She pointed to a rustic looking building with a sign that read the name of the restaurant.

"You're taking me to eat?"

"I know you're always hungry. So I get to treat you."

"But I didn't bring cash and they don't take credit. My paycheck doesn't come til-"

"Kevin, hush. You won't need it this time. I'm working now."

"Goddamnit." His tone was rather light-hearted, almost defeated.

"Does that hurt your pride?"

"Yeah, a little."

"Good. You need to be humbled. Humor me."

"Yes dear. 

Sometimes he had trouble remembering the reason he dated Lisa in the first place. She was mature for her age. He strongly disliked most of her friends who were younger. They showed their age too much for him. They distrusted him because he was older. 

She did remind him of the way he acted when he was her age. So close did she resemble his actions, it scared him sometimes, and she was now picking up his mannerisms as well as well as his speech. 

They walked into the restaurant and Kevin glanced around. The restaurants' charm made up for its lack of elegance. They hit the restaurant just before the dinner crowd, were seated right away and Kevin began thumbing through the menu. 

"Stop thumbing for it, it's on the back."

"What?"

"Kevin, the wine list is on the back here. It's not that big either."

"Oh, well I wasn't looking for that."

"Liar."

He leaned forward kissing her lips, "I know."

She looked at him in disdain for a moment, stuck out her tongue and batted her eyes at him. She was still his little flirt. 

"Damn I want you Lisa." He muttered under his breath.

She either didn't hear him or she ignored his words as she looked at the menu. Occasionally glancing at Kevin, Lisa noticed the look in his eyes; he had that gleam of lust. It never bothered her, but because of her weight and age, she sometimes questioned why. Outright, Lisa was a Rubenesque woman, tall for her age. Her face still had a childish charm but from judging from her mother, that was a good thing. Kevin always told her she was pretty but the teenage doubt never left either of them. 

They ordered, ate and had finished dinner in an hour. Kevin excused himself to the restroom while she paid the check. When he returned, they were ready to go. She took his arm in hers and they headed out the door.

"Where are we going now Lisa?"

"You'll see." Lisa had a look in her eyes Kevin missed.

"Oh really now."

She turned toward him, smiled and kissed him, sliding her tongue between parted lips, tasting chardonnay and an Italian seafood dish.

"Mmm, where did THAT come from?"

"It's all over your face Kevin."

It was that obvious.

"Damn."

"Don't worry, we'll...leave it at that."

Kevin smiled to himself but still wondered what Lisa was planning. They kept walking; she stroked his palm with her fingers gently. 

Several times with his free hand Kevin had to adjust himself, to which Lisa smiled. Lisa felt a tingling sensation within her thighs; he was getting to her. 

Lisa pointed to a run down building and Kevin nodded at her. 

"What of it Lisa?"

"You'll see. In there."

He followed her towards the building; a closer glance Kevin discovered it to be an old warehouse. He opened the door for Lisa; she went in, looking back at him with her devilish smile. He stepped in and was pushed against the wall as the door slammed shut. Lisa's lips found Kevin's and locked with them in a passionate kiss that surprised Kevin. His semi erect cock hardened more fully now.

"Lisa, where is thi-" He was cut off again by her tongue parting his lips and her hands wrapped around his body, pulling him to her breasts. 

"Kevin you do this to me on a regular basis, you get me all hot and bothered and then leave on me, I have to please myself alone. It pisses me off. So now it's my turn, only I'm getting what I want. You're not getting away." Her voice was thick with determination. 

"Do you see me protesting Lisa?" He slid his hands up her sides and down again, brushing against her breasts. 

She pressed her lips into him hard, her wanton thoughts radiating throughout her body with lustful rage. 

They met for another kiss, his hands slid down the back of her dress, pulling her into him. She could feel his cock strain against her legs even through her dress. He began to pull her dress up, clenching his fingers at her kisses. 

She nibbled his neck, just under his ears as he threw his head back for her. She bit his shoulder, his moans now a scream. She continued to kiss her way down to his chest as she removed his shirt and tossed it aside. She stepped back from him for a moment, eyed his nipples and then her lips locked onto one. She sucked it taut played with the other one while she fumbled with his zipper. When she slid the zipper down, the sound echoed throughout the building as his cock sprang free. Kevin knew not to do anything back yet, he remembered how Lisa liked to please and be pleased. 

Lisa continued to kiss Kevin's chest, licking and suckling her way to his jeans, his cock now free in her hands.

"These damn things are so troublesome, Kevin."

"You look like you've managed."

"Yes, well. Oh, look at your beautiful cock." 

She took his cock in her mouth, full at first and then slowly she slid her mouth out, wrapping her lips tighter around until she reached the head and it popped out. Lisa looked up at him in a hazy lustful manner before she tasted his precum. She licked her lips once more before eyeing his reaction.

"There." She kneeled now in front of him.

"Well?"

"Don't be a prick Mr. I have yours in my hands."

"That you do. What do you intend on doing with it?"

"Whatever I feel like."

"What do you feel like doing Lisa?"

"I don't know Kevin. Every time we've fooled around, " she licked the head of his cock before finishing her sentence, "you pull away. I thought you were not interested in me what so ever."

"Lisa, that's not true at all. You just picked all the times to play with me while someone could potentially catch us. Like your father."

"Yes, well I've done it before." She giggled.

"I'd rather not have your father kill me before I even have a chance to play this out."

"Play what out Kevin?"

"Lisa, we've been over this a number of times. You know how I felt."

"Yes, well I think before I suck your cock anymore you should tell me how you feel." Her grip tightened around his cock. 

"Oh baby, if you keep that up I'll come before you get what you-oh Lisa!" Her tongue encircled the head of his prick, snaking its way along the shaft.

"Tell me Kevin. Tell me how you feel. Tell me once again why you feel that way."

"I love you Lisa. You're so passionate. I've wanted that from you for a long time." He leaned back against the wall; his legs trembled at her gentle kisses.

"See, now that wasn't so hard. Now I'm going to tell you what I want." Lisa stood up to face Kevin, his cock firmly in her hand. 

"What do you-" She sealed her lips over his as her tongue split his lips. His cock stood out between her legs, pressing the dress and brushing up against her cunt. Her free hands roamed up the length of his body and back down again, as she gripped his tight ass. 

"I want you deep inside me, finally." She said in between heated kisses. "I want no more teasing, no more pulling back, I want your cock in me and I'm going to have it Kevin," she spoke in raspy breaths. 

His arms slid over her hips, pulling her dress up to expose her hot pussy. Her scent hit Kevin. He smiled as she kissed him, her mouth now biting down on his neck. She reached for his cock with one hand; the other held her dress up. Kevin held her dress up with his hands while as she spread her legs for him. They both stepped closer to each other, his cock now touching her lips. 

"Kevin, fuck me now."

She didn't wait for Kevin to respond. His cock felt her velvet lips engulf him as he stretched her open and filled her. He felt right inside her, warm and comforted as she had him pinned to the wall by this time. Her thrusting was hard and fast, she really meant it. There was only one rhythm with her. Quick.

"Kevin, oh god honey, deeper, yes, I've waited so long for your cock in me."

He was silent except for low groans. Each thrust felt harder; they were now slamming into each other. Lisa's moans began to drown out 

Kevin's softness and he just smiled as she moaned. 

Kevin neared the brink of losing control while she was neared release. Lisa clenched his ass; a finger probed him his legs shuddered beneath him. Her muscles gripped his cock, milking it as he came inside her. He slid out just enough so his come shot straight on her clitoris, her body shuddered into his; she called his name. 

"My baby, Kevin," Lisa let herself calm down, "We'll have to do that again." Lisa smiled, her young face showing her innocent enjoyment.

"Yes Lisa, now I'm a bit more free. I've got more time."

"Please say you'll come visit more."

Kevin kissed Lisa quietly, "No more words Lisa. 

Be quiet my little angel."

She closed her eyes and fell into him. He slid down to a sitting position, guiding her down with him. He didn't care that they were still a mess, his pants undone and off mostly, and her sex soaked with their juices. He was content to remember this moment and cherish it. His fingers caressed her hair while she lay in his lap and fell asleep. When he was certain she was asleep, he whispered sweetly in her ear, "I love you Lisa."

He was sure she didn't hear him but she smiled. 

She clung to him tighter before drifting deeper into her pleasant slumber. Maybe now they could pursue something of a relationship. Perhaps she'd grown up enough to meet him on his level and help him meet her as well. 



Rendezvous



Rain pouring outside chases us into the doorway of a motel right by the road. The lights inside are dimly lit, but warm nonetheless. I look over to you kicking off your shoes revealing soft white cotton socks underneath & plop tiredly onto the edge of the bed as I shut the door behind us. I remove my shirt & walk over to the ac & turn it on. You complain that you're chilled to the bone, but I assure you that you wouldn't be for long. With the lights around the room already dim, I walk over to you at the edge of the bed. You motion to remove your wet shirt, but I stop you by placing my hand over yours.

Slowly wrapping my arms around your waist, I lean in & gaze into your eyes. My lips move dangerously close to yours, I can practically taste your sweet breath. Motioning my hands beneath your shirt, my warm fingers find your chilled soft waist. My face slowly slides down your face & to where your neck meets your shoulders, right where you feel my hot breath. My fingers gently lift your shirt up your soft body as my hands feels up your every curve. Your breathing quickens. My hands pause by your bra, knowing what beasts they hold behind a thin layer of cloth. Your heartbeat quickens. Sliding your shirt over your head, I pause just when your vision was about to be clear, being covered by your shirt.

Not knowing what to expect, your mouth opens taking in a breath anticipating what's to happen next. Our lips meet, but only as a tap. I pull your head back using your shirt & gently lay you down onto your back. You feel my lips touch your skin from your neck down your chest, pausing by your bra. My tongue runs along the fabric, feeling around where your nipple should be. Clearly outlining your piercing with my lips. Your back arches a bit.

Tongue running down your belly, dancing along your soft white skin. My head stops by your pants button. Moving my hands down your body, massaging as I go. Gently opening your button & pulling down your zipper. Leaving your pants open, I continue moving lower, down your legs, to your feet. Slipping my fingers beneath your socks, I slowly pull them down your ankle, over your heel & peel them off your toes. My warms hands wrap around your cool feet as they massage the tension off your body.

Lifting one foot ever slightly, your big toe meets my lips, then my tongue. Soon the same to the others. Kissing the balls of your feet, then licking your arches. My hands wander north & begin sliding your pants off your incredible hips. They slide down your legs & plop onto the floor leaving your legs bare. My lips move up the inside of your leg, first kissing, then nibbling. By the knees, my hands reach for your waist again & find the black thong still there.

My fingers slide underneath the tight strap hugging your sex toy, feeling the moisture building nearby. My lips reach your inner thighs as your legs open wider on their own without command or direction. What waits between them calling to me. One finger plays around your sex spot over your thong as my lips move ever closer.

My fingers motions circles around your moist clit, feeling her pulsate as she gets wetter. I can feel your juices ooze from beneath the thin layer of cloth separating you from total ecstasy. Your breathing quickens. You begin to sweat in the air-conditioned room as I begin to lick it off of your thighs. Your back starts heaving. Tossing your shirt to the side, you look down & see my head hovering in between your legs.

My tongue laps around your lower lips around your thong, already sampling the juices that have escaped. I can hear you take a deep breath. You massage your huge breasts over your bra anticipating what's to cum. You feel the width of my tongue slide over the thin cloth over your sweet sex. You moan deeply feeling my jewelry rub gracefully over your hidden clit. Continuing lapping you, you feel my hands wander up your hips as my fingers wrap around your thong. You lift your legs as I slide your thong down your legs & off the tips of your toes. It manages to fall wrapped around my head & dangle around my neck like a trophy. Your legs remain in the air as nothing is now between you and me.

You feel my hot breath over your already wet pussy, just breathing her sent into me. You bite your lower lip as I suck your lower lips into mine. First one side, then the other. Sucking them dry of their juices. Feeling my teeth on them just hold them into place ever gently in my mouth. Then, I can't hold back any longer, you feel the entire width of my tongue again over your bare, naked pussy, tasting her entirely from back to front. Your back heaves. You let out a loud moan. You know there's more to cum. 

My tongue dances around your thick lips as it finds your sweet clit. My stud introduces himself to her. She trembles, twitches. I continue playing with her, side-to-side, then back & forth. Over & over. Non stop. I feel your hands fall behind my head as you try to grind my face deep into your woman. Not to leave your breasts neglected, 'one' of my hands moves north & fondles them over your bra. Your legs drop, your bare feet fall flat on my back. I am trapped, I am stuck pleasing you with no where to go, & with no intention to ever stop.

You feel my tongue enters deeply into you, surprised at how limber it is. My jewel playing along her opening. You let out a slight scream. I continue playing along your canal as you clearly voice your pleasure. My tongue moves in & out, in & out, over & over. Your mind spins. Suddenly, the tip of my finger enters you. Just up to the first knuckle, then slowly out of you. In & out. Soon, your swollen lips reach the second knuckle, then the third. Your body begins rocking, your grip on my head & back tightens.

You are being finger fucked while my mouth continues to punish your clit. Taking her entirety into my lips, I suck your clit dry as I continue to finger you. I up the ante. A second finger slides in easily as I hold your clit in between my teeth. Held in place, your clit has nowhere to go as my tongue & stud plays with her inside my mouth. Back & forth, side to side. My fingers continue to pound you, faster & harder. Suddenly a third finger enters you. You scream loudly. You wonder how much more could you take. I've just started...

You feel my fingers inside you turn slowly, stretching your vagina even further. My hand being completely drenched with your wet juices. The fingers on my other hand locate your pierced nipple & begin rubbing it over your bra. Yes, I can multitask. My fingers are completely turned inside of you as you feel your g spot being rubbed on by all 3 fingers. Your clit, still a prisoner in my mouth. You grind my face even harder into you, fucking yourself with my face.

Screaming, I feel you cum all over my face & hand trying to drown me. I let go of your clit to drink of your cum. I continue to finger you as deeply as possible. You cum a second time, then a third. I continue rubbing, licking, nibbling & trusting. I can tell you're reaching your limit when your grip of me begins to loosen. Your head pounds yet you want more. I gladly give it.

Unable to resist me, my hand slides underneath you to arch your back. You finally loosen your bra as it goes flying across the room. You realize that I have stripped naked sometime during pleasing you. You fall back onto the bed, your massive breasts swaying from side to side. My fingers still in you rubbing your spot, you quiver. I'll save fisting you entirely for another occasion.

I rise, lifting your legs with me. Licking your toes again just for the hell of it. I move back down your leg again, passed your knees, passed your pelvis, up your naval, finally greeting your breasts. You scream as you feel me enter you from below, you manage to take my full length into you. Instinctively, you wrap your arms & legs tightly around me as I begin to pump him into you. Thrusting, throbbing, you moan in total ecstasy.

My lips lock onto your breasts, my tongue plays with your piercing, my jewelry teases your nipple. You feel every inch of me enter you, every vein pulsate. You feel me grow & twitch deep inside. With every thrust, more juice squirts out spraying our legs. After manhandling your tits, my hands wrap around you, pulling me closer to you, pulling me deeper into you. You scream with every trust.

My head rises to meet your neck, kissing you along from shoulder to shoulder, nibbling as I go. I place a hand around your neck & another on your shoulder, holding you even closer to me. Licking your neck & nibbling on your ear, our eyes finally meet as we get lost in each other's gaze. Pulling you down onto me even harder, you dig your nails deep into my back. Faster, harder, our bodies become one as the bed, floor & wall pays dearly for our passion.

Still thrusting, still pounding away, I feel myself growing even more deeply inside of you, about to split you in two. You scream louder, as if no one could ever hear. I grab you by both your ankles & bend them upward, almost bending you completely in two. With me still inside, I continue punishing your already throbbing swollen pussy, making you orgasm yet again, and again. Feeling myself about to burst, I pin your legs up with my shoulders, still managing to thrust in you for just a few minutes longer. Your breathing in erratic, you begin to lose focus in your eyes, they role into your head yet again for another ear splitting climax. As I am about to burst, I say "no, not yet" & suddenly flip you onto your belly. You're powerless to resist. You just want more.

I jump onto your back, he quickly slides in from behind. Closing your legs shut, making your already tight canal even tighter, I place my legs outside yours. I slap your ass, you scream. I thrust deeper, you scream louder. I kiss along your back as my hands fully explore your body. I brush your hair aside as I begin to nibble on the back of your neck. Your moans & screams fill the air.

Wrapping your hair around my hand, I begin to tug, pulling your head back, lifting it from the pillow. Your screams grow louder as you cream me from below for another time. With your head lifted, I bit gently down along your neck. Feeling my breath in your ear. Still trusting, deeper than before, I begin riding you like a wild animal, tugging your hair, spanking your ass pink, then red.

You can feel it, me finally about to burst deep within you. You scream louder still. I let go of your hair & grab both your arms, wrapping them around mine, still riding you. You are completely at my mercy & you know it. Pounding harder, faster, deeper. We both scream. I pull out & engulf your entire back with my hot cum. You drench the bed yet again. We are swimming in each other's juices.

I place myself back inside. You twitch being so raw, sensitive & swollen. With me inside, still twitching, making you twitch, I rub my juices along your aching back like lotion, massaging all your tired muscles. You fight to catch your breath. I finally lay atop of your bare back, still inside you & listen to your breathing. My sweat on yours, your heartbeat thumping next to mine.

You finally have the strength to bust out an exhausted laugh after you notice that your thong is still around my neck. With that, I laugh too. I get up, help you to your feet. We hobble over to the door as I hand you a cigarette. We light up & stand by the now open doorway enjoying the rain coming down. What little night light there is dance along our sweaty naked bodies, well, almost naked. I still wear your thong around my neck.

You ask me if I'll ever take it off. I'm like, na, it's a souvenir. Besides, you wouldn't be needing it for the rest of the night. I still haven't used none of my toys on you, yet. And I have a very twisted imagination. You smile behind very tired eyes as we continue enjoying our smokes...



Rendezvous



From across the room I see him. His smile lights up my whole body. He begins to walk towards me. As he approaches, I see the beautiful blue eyes that seem to look right into my soul. I smile back. I step into his open arms and as he folds them around me, I know I am home. My arms go around his waist and lock there. My head rests on his shoulder as I breathe in his scent. I look up into his eyes, smiling. 

"Hi, sugar." He says as his lips descend to mine. His arms tighten around me as our lips meet. Softly he brushes my lips with his. I feel his kiss shoot all the way through my body to the tips of my toes. I sigh contentedly into his mouth. My tongue traces his bottom lip then slips into his mouth searching for his. Gently they touch and perform a slow dance. I suck his top lip, tracing it with my tongue. I lean back, breaking our kiss and smile.

"I have missed you, love." I say, resting my head on his shoulder again. Feeling his arms around me tighten again, I do the same. I nuzzle his neck with soft kisses and gentle nibbles. Moving from his neck to his earlobe, sucking it into my mouth. "Let's find our room." I whisper into his ear.

Breaking apart, he takes my hand and leads me to the registration desk. I handle all of the paperwork for the room I have reserved in our names. The first weekend together, just us. I feel the butterflies as we walk to the elevator. Once the doors have shut, we wrap our arms around each other again. He holds me tight to his chest. I can hear his heart beat. I smile.

"What?" he asks, feeling me smile into his chest. 

"Nothing." I say, looking at him. "You know me, I can't stop smiling when I'm with you!"

I lean up and kiss him softly. Taking in every moment, knowing we only have the weekend. The elevator stops at our floor. We get off and head down the hall to our room. I open the door and breathe in sharply as I see the view from our windows. I drop my bag and pull him with me to the window. He stands behind me, his arms around my waist, our fingers interlocked as we take in the beach view. The white sand, the waves crashing, the rocky shore, all of it leaves me breathless.

His hands begin to wander. I feel my shirt being lifted above my tummy as his warm hand moves to caress my bare skin. I lean into him as his other hand finds my hardened nipple under my black lacy bra. I feel him pull on it lightly. I sigh. His mouth on my neck, sucking, kissing and biting sends shivers down my spine. I raise my hands to his hair, entwining them there, holding his head to my neck. I can feel his growing hardness as I push back against him. His hand moves from my tummy to the waistband of my jeans. I feel him undo my button and slide down the zipper. His hand slips down the front of my jeans and inside the matching black, lacy panties. I gasp as his fingertips caress my swollen bud. Lightly he rubs circles around it. He slips his fingers down, across my lips to my growing wetness, dipping them into my center and then back to continue circles around my bud. I begin to moan as his fingers quicken. With one hand in his hair, I wrap the other back around his waist. Feeling him tweaking my nipple, kissing my neck and pushing his hardness against me is too much. I close my eyes to the beach as my own waves of pleasure engulf me. I cry out, pulling him to me even harder. His arm goes around my waist to hold me up as I cry out again and again as wave after wave rock my body. His slowing fingers on my now sensitive nub, sends jolts of pleasure to my extremities.

I turn around in his arms. My lips crush his in a passionate kiss. Our tongues meet and dance together, sucking, biting, licking and kissing each other with complete abandon. My hands find his belt and undo it. I pull it from his jeans and drop it to the floor. My fingers find his button and zipper and make quick work of getting them undone. I pull his jeans down and he steps out of them. My hands run under his shirt, lifting it up over his head to join the growing pile of clothes at our feet. He slides my jeans down and holds me as I step from them. One at a time he undoes the buttons on my blouse, stopping to kiss the exposed skin. It also joins the pile. Together we stand, me in lacy bra and panties, him in blue boxers, hands roaming, lips caressing and bodies entwining. He takes my hand and pulls me to the bed. He lies down. I slowly reach behind me, undoing the clasp on my bra, allowing my breasts to fall free. I slide my panties down my legs, bending forward as I step from them. Naked I stand before him, my hands slowly rubbing my body. 

I crawl onto the bed, straddling him. I lean down and kiss his lips softly at first, but with a growing urgency. As we kiss, his hands run up and down my sides, sending shivers through me. Slowly I begin to kiss my way down his body. I start with his neck, kissing and sucking. I move to his chest, stopping to suck on each nipple. Kissing trails down across his stomach to the edge of his boxers. Gently I tug on them. He lifts his hips so that I can slide them off, tossing them to the floor. His manhood stands at attention before me. My lips find the sensitive tip. I hear him gasp as I take it between my lips. I slide my lips down his shaft, swallowing as I reach the base. He moans my name softly as I begin to suck him. His hands find my hair and entwine there. Gently he guides my mouth up and down his full length. I grip him at the base and begin to stroke and suck at the same time, my lips meeting my fist with each stroke. His hips begin to pump in time with my ministrations. I can taste the pre-cum as it begins to flow from him. His moans increase as I begin to suck and stroke faster. I know he is close and can feel myself dripping again. My clit throbs as his manhood swells. 

"Now." He grunts as his balls tighten and he begins to erupt into my waiting mouth. I suck hard on his tip, causing him to moan and spurt again. As he begins to soften, my mouth continues to tenderly suck him. I kiss my way up his torso again, lying beside him on the bed. My one hand roams freely across his chest as his arms wrap around me. I settle on his chest, again listening to his heartbeat as it begins to slow...



Rendezvous



When I think of you, this little pixie, my mind closes out everything else. I get to see you today I think with a smile. I daze back out a little as the train rockets down the tracks. My head back against the window, eyes half closed and mind focused on one thing only. You.

I stroll in to the gardens, taking in the sites, reminding myself how good it is to have such a slice of nature still available inside the fallout zone of the suburban WMD. Glancing at my watch I see that I'm a little early, as planned and walk towards a little kiosk to get a bottle of water and hopefully some cups. A brief chat with the operator produces 2 cups and directions to the quietest, most natural part of the gardens. Packing the cups away in my little treasure bag I glance back at my watch, a smile crosses my lips as I start looking around for the little pixie. I quickly check my phone for any message to mention you were going to be late and as I look up I see you walking in. A quick mental checklist shows that I'm all prepared and I stroll over in your direction, that cheeky grin on my face again, this time it's here to stay.

You seem distracted, looking around for me, so I take the opportunity to step around to the side of you and approach out of your view, my eyes drinking in your every curve and every movement. I stride up and throw my arms around you from behind as you turn at the sound of another screaming child. I dip my head and bring my lips to meet your neck just behind your ear, a few soft kisses and I whisper 'hi' just loud enough for you. You jump around in my arms, first in shock and then in delight as you recognise my voice. Our eyes meet and our lips soon follow, the world fades away from the moment and we continue to practice kissing around the largest of smiles.

You throw your arms around my neck and I lift you up from the hips, allowing you to slide your legs around me and my hands to slide down to your ass. Oh how I loved kissing you like this. We exchange quick greetings around happy kisses until we finally notice that we are sort of holding up the crowd. With a small laugh I let you down and firmly grasp your hand, leading you off in to the gardens. The Sun shines brightly for us as we stroll hand in hand, not many words needing to be said. Both of us are caught up in the moment, the presence of the other and the scenery around. This is the sort of day that people write books, poems and movies about!

Garden after garden are passed as the crowd thins and our path becomes dappled by the shade of overhanging trees. Knowing how you are when things cool down I throw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in to me and giving freely of my warmth. We stroll for a while longer, lost in the pleasure of the afternoon. Tucked up under my arm you follow the winding trail glancing around at everything that catches your eyes. As the path begins to open up to a clearing you find yourself pushed roughly against a tree. The rough bark against your shoulders as my body pushes against yours. My fingers snake in to your hair and I tilt your chin up so that our lips can meet. The other hand moves roughly down your body and closes around your breast, squeezing tightly as the nipple begins to push out your top. Your head is tilting back as I pull down on your hair, my lips meeting your neck and my other fingers tease your nipple through your top. The suddenness of this has you dazed in pleasure. My hand slides down from your breast as you begin to feel me harden against your leg. Fingers begin roughly trailing over the outside of your pants and awakening the last element of your desire. 

Then I'm back away from you and guiding you towards the clearing. You nearly stumble in surprise as you collect your mind and bring your body back under control. As we enter the clearing we are back under the gorgeous warmth of the sun. I put my bag back on the ground and begin to pull out a picnic blanket as you watch on confused with desire. I turn back to take a look at you and take in the effect I'm having on you. With a small smile I finish laying out the blanket and reach back in to the bag for the glasses and small bottle of American honey I brought along. Pulling you down on to the mat; I pour us both a nip and hand yours over. Our eyes meet in a smile and I lean forward to kiss the honey on your lips, a kiss that just stokes the fire again. 

We relax into the surreal experience as kisses and little nibbles of delicious food hold our focus, the world is pushed out and everything becomes about this moment. Feeding you another fresh strawberry followed quickly by my tongue brushing over your lips, I pull you in closer to my body, hands exploring around your collar bones, fingers trailing delight. Our kisses get deeper as desire begins to bubble, hands grasping that little bit tighter. My lips move down from your lips to the side of your neck, my teeth coming out to nibble a bit, fingers move down and slide down your top to circle lazily around your nipples. 

Sliding the straps from your shoulders makes your breasts easier to expose as my mouth moves down to your nipples, my hands grasping your breasts tightly and tongue flicking with increased vigour. The first little noise escapes your lips as one hand trails down your stomach to trail fingers around your inner thigh. Feeling a little bratty you decide to give me a bite on the shoulder and watch the change in my eyes. The little bit of pain fuels my desire and my hands get rougher as they expose more of your body to the trees surrounding us. 

I kiss my way down your stomach, hands still massaging your breasts as my body slides over your panties, stirring the fire there. Your hand reaches down to the back of my head as my tongue begins to slide infuriatingly over your panties. Your hips start to move a little, begging my tongue to get underneath that thin layer of cloth. One of my fingers pushes those panties aside a little as it begins exploring your wetness gently, infuriatingly gently. My tongue follows suit and pushes your panties aside as it ever so lightly starts circling over your clit. You moan, in frustration this time and push down on the back of my head. I hold my head still, fighting against your demand and after a short struggle you express your frustration again by stopping with a growl; as your growl ends my finger slides deep inside you and my tongue flicks firmly over your clit. 

You groan, in pleasure this time as the feeling shoots up your spine and that warm feeling begins to spread over your body. My finger curls to brush your gspot gently as it begins to slide in and out of you in time with my tongue flicking over your clit. My free arm wraps around your thighs and the hand is placed on the front of your pelvis, pressing down firmly to hold you in place but also moving the skin up to expose the sensitive head of your clit. As my tongue flicks over the newly exposed head you can't help but let out quite a large gasp, you even consider looking around to see if anyone could have heard but in the moment you decide you don't care and throw your head back with the next pass of my tongue, eyes firmly shut. 

As the pressure begins to build I slide another finger inside of you and they both curl forward to make firmer contact. They slide in and out with more urgency now, speeding up with my tongue and your hips begin to gyrate as the moans escaping your lips become more frequent and more urgent. As you feel the orgasm begin to take control of your body you are surprised as my fingers slide out of you and my mouth moves to your inner thigh where my teeth clamp down quite firmly. The orgasm starts to recede, leaving your whole body twisted up in desire. How could I have done that to you! Suddenly those fingers slide back in and my tongue returns to what it was doing and the orgasm comes flying back in to your body as your back arches in pleasure. A louder moan escapes your lips as my fingers move faster and my tongue firmer. 

As you reach the edge of this orgasm, your breathing fast and heavy, your hand pushing my head down, my fingers get rougher, demanding more from your gspot than you knew was possible. Your back pushes to its highest arch and your hips thrash against the hand holding them in place. Just before I let you fall over that cliff I stop everything once again, my teeth clamping down on the other thigh this time, hard. Your head snaps up and you're about to scream your frustration at me as everything starts up again as suddenly as it stopped sending you flying over the edge. You continue to thrash under my restraint, moans so loud that anyone should be able to hear them, but you don't give a fuck; you've never been to this height before. You cannot control yourself and some little part of you knows that; some little part that stands at the centre of the storm of pleasure that has taken control of your mind and body. 

As your back begins to relax down flat, your whole body left trembling you slowly open your eyes to meet mine as I come in to kiss you. I see beg for mercy in those eyes. Knowing that your body needs time, I stop providing more stimulation and let your body work through all that it already has. With a smile I kiss my way around your cheeks and quietly whisper in your ear 'Good girl, be ready for tonight...."