7 comments/ 27997 views/ 4 favorites Sanctuary By: starrkers There were days when life really sucked and this was fast turning into one of them. It wasn't bad enough that she'd missed a turn somewhere and managed to get completely lost; oh no. While she was trying to figure out where the heck she was, she had the good luck to have a dog run onto the road and, in her efforts to avoid it, she managed to put the car in a ditch and bog it to the axles. She looked up and down the road, trying to remember how far behind her the last house had been. A very long way. She couldn't see any sign of habitation ahead of her either. She sighed, might as well keep going east. There might be a house just around the next corner. Half an hour later, she decided that life definitely sucked out loud. The weather had closed in. It was distinctly colder with a nasty biting wind and she'd left her nice warm leather jacket far behind in the car. Her feet were beginning to ache like a bastard. Sensible shoes or not, she wasn't used to hiking down roads. At least it looked like there was a village ahead. She could see houses and what passed for a business district, with a couple of shopfronts and some tables and chairs set out on the footpath, and, oh joy of joys, a garage! Right at that moment it began to rain. She was still some way from the nearest shop. A small stone church stood on the left, set back from the road and with a small neat graveyard at the side. The door was open. She ran up the path and into the church as the rain pelted down, big cold heavy drops. She was soaked to the skin despite being caught out only a minute. The carpet muzzled her footsteps as she stepped from the vestibule into the church proper and finally out of reach of the wind. Silence. That silence that you only find in empty churches. She sank onto the edge of a wooden pew in the back row. She was tired, she was cold, she was wet. Could this day get any worse? "Seeking sanctuary from the storm?" She jumped and whirled around to face the voice. Son-of-a-bitch! She'd nearly screamed. Thank goodness she hadn't blurted out her first thought! Standing before her was a tall priest. At least she assumed he was a tall priest -- he had the dog collar, the black shirt and trousers...but the shirt was lacking sleeves, showing off a well muscled set of arms and a beautiful set of shoulders and chest to go with it. His piercing green eyes seemed to look right into her and his mouth was just begging to be kissed. Damn but he looked fine. She blinked away the thought. He was a priest! What was the matter with her? "Sorry I startled you," he smiled at her. She melted under the force of it. Oh, what a waste. "You looked cold. May I offer you this?" He held out a black jacket. Ah, so that's why the sleeveless look. "It's not super warm, but it'll be better than that wet blouse -- you could use the confessional as a change room if you want." His eyes swept across her chest and something flickered across his face. She looked down at herself and gasped. The wet blouse had become translucent and was plastered to her skin, showing the outline of her bra. Her cold nipples could clearly be seen through the fabric. She blushed and stammered out: "Yes, of course." Grabbing the jacket she stumbled in the direction of the confessional. She could feel his eyes watching her and she just couldn't help but add a little more swing to her hips. It was wrong, but she wanted him to look at her. As she stepped into the confessional she glanced back at him and her breath caught in her throat. He hadn't moved, was still standing by the last pew. But he was eating her with his eyes. His lips slightly parted and his face slack with desire. He saw her look and his jaw clenched. She licked her bottom lip at him and began unbuttoning her blouse as she disappeared behind the confessional curtain. What the hell was she thinking? Was she really coming on to a priest? She turned away from the curtain, shaking her head and mentally continuing to berate herself as she stripped off the sodden garment. But god, he was so beautiful! As she pulled the wet fabric from her arms -- damn, it was hard to peel off wet clothes -- her mind made a lazy inventory of the man outside and the look on his face as she slipped behind the curtain. She hadn't imagined it. He was definitely one of the finest specimens she'd run across, and he certainly appeared to think she was worth a second glance. Trust her, the first decent looking bloke she's seen in weeks has to be completely off limits. If he was married she could've justified it, but not a priest. Even if he did look interested, that was just wrong. Suddenly she wasn't alone. Hands cupped her breasts and a warm body pressed against her back. She could feel his breath on her neck as he leaned in to nibble her ear. She gasped and leaned back into him, shivering. "I thought so. You need more than a coat to warm you up," he breathed, turning her to him and hungrily kissing her mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips, tasting her, probing her, while his hands held her close to him, exploring her back. She was melting into his arms - he kissed as good as he looked - when alarm bells dragged her back. She forced herself to pull away from him, pushing at his shoulders. "We can't do this! You're a priest!" She was shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands stayed on his shoulders. She didn't have enough will to totally break the contact and lose the delicious feel of him. He blinked, momentarily confused. Then he smirked. "Let me worry about that." Reaching forward around her body he traced the lines of her bra to the fasteners and expertly undid them, pulling it away from her body and down her arms. With a shiver she let it fall. "You need a him far more than a prayer right now," he said, still smiling, as he unzipped her skirt and let it join the bra on the floor. His hands traced her curves as he kissed her collarbones, his breath hot on her skin as he licked down to her nipples. She shuddered against him and was lost, "Oh. Yes. Please." His fingers played with the edge of her knickers, then slid beneath the elastic and gently tugged them off her hips, to join the pile on the floor. He tickled her bellybutton then moved down to her thighs. His hands gently parted her knees and his fingers began moving in delicious circles, lapping at the edge of her. She moaned, running her hands through his hair, thrusting her hips at his teasing fingers. Her knees threatened to buckle and she wedged her shoulders into the corner of the cubicle. He was still fully clothed and she was stark naked and barely able to stand, waves of sensation rippling through her as his fingers continued to work their magic, sliding across her opening and back to circle her now throbbing clitoris. She ran her hands down his back and grabbed his cheeks, pulling him close. She could feel his need hard against her belly as she humped his leg, pushing his fingers into her. He shuddered, his hips humping forward. "Oh, you're so wet, so ready." With a desperate moan, she pushed him away, far enough to get her hands between them and onto his belt and fly. As his trousers fell, she cupped his manhood through his boxers, stroking and caressing him. He groaned, his hips making little movements as his whole body shuddered. She removed the last layer of fabric between them and he thrust towards her, sliding between her legs. She could feel the hard heat of him thrusting across her clitoris, seeking but missing his target. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him, desperately thrusting her hips. "There's not enough room in here," he gasped and backed out of the confessional into the church proper. Before she could protest he carried her to the sanctuary, around the back of the altar and then leaned her over it. He felt her stiffen. "It's just a piece of furniture," he breathed into her ear as he licked her lobe and around her neck, before engulfing her mouth with his. The kiss was hard, raw and needy and she felt his hands cup her arse, positioning her as he thrust into her. She cried out, quivering at the sensation -- he was hot, he was hard and he was huge. Instantly he was still, watching her, reading her face. She was stretched to capacity and maybe a little beyond. Her breath came in little gasps as he began making little thrusting movements in and out, a little deeper with each move until she had taken him all in. She had never been so full. He was still carefully watching her face to gauge his movements. She looked into his eyes, leaned back further, hooked her legs around his back, smiled and started grinding her hips. He groaned and his hips jumped, thrusting hard into her, again and again. He was slamming into her, squeezing her breasts, moaning into her mouth, holding her shoulders to ram harder into her. Each thrust sent a jet of sensation slamming up her spine to shatter inside her brain. She moaned and bucked and writhed, hugging him into her, digging her nails into his back, mashing her mouth against his. He was nearly there, but he could feel something was stopping her going over the edge. He pulled back, withdrawing from her. "No," she moaned in frustration, humping forward trying to keep him inside her. He gently circled her clit with his middle finger then pushed it to the knuckle inside her. Her hips humped greedily as he once again pulled back, the overwhelming need and want etched on her face. He stood, his member erect and pulsing, his hips making little needy motions. He watched her face as he gently pressed his middle finger to her backside. She gasped in surprise but her body writhed onto it, her eyes locked with his, trusting him not to hurt her. He forcefully entered her again, making her breath gasp and hitch. Watching her, he slowly pulled back, while at the same time pushing his finger deeper, then drove back into her. Oh god, that was unbelievable! Shockwaves bolted through her with each thrust as her hips helped drive him in deeper and deeper. She could feel him losing any control and pumping deeper and harder as his climax came. Her tension rose higher and tighter as her vision blurred. All she knew was him and the incredible sensation of ... of ... of ... complete wipeout as her climax engulfed and overwhelmed her. She came to her senses, lying on the altar, gasping, as he raised himself off and out of her. He was breathing hard. She looked at him, suddenly realising - he still had the sleeveless shirt and dog collar on -- she had just had wild sex with a priest on the altar of a church! He watched as a mixture of shock and shame flittered across her face. "I told you, you needed a him to warm you up," and playfully kissed her mouth. She quickly climbed off the altar. He was a priest! And she was buck naked! "It's OK, really," He smiled down at her. "But, yeah, we'd better get dressed. My brother could turn up any minute. I got bored waiting for him to pick me up after I checked out the old graveyard and decided to try out the fancy dress. I was just getting bored with that when it started raining and you showed up." She stood, blinking at him, still stunned at their actions, but beginning to comprehend. "I'm not a priest," he confirmed. "I'm staying at the motel down the road for a few days. with my brother while we do a bit of research. How about you? Do you live around here?" She stared at his grin. Then an echoing smile erupted on her face. "No. I'm just passing through but I had a bit of car trouble. Think they'd have another room at that motel?" Maybe, just maybe, today didn't suck so hard after all. Thanks for reading, but please let me know what you thought - comments and votes are all I have to tell if my writing's hitting the spot Sanctuary She likes to take long walks at night. Sometimes she feels like it's her only escape. There are several walking trails and nice neighborhoods in the area where she lives. Tonight she has chosen to stroll through the bird sanctuary just outside of town. There won't be many birds to see so late at night, but she will likely be the only person there so it will be peaceful and quiet, which is exactly what she needs. She walks in silence, contemplating the busy week she has planned ahead of her. There is an empty soda bottle lying in the path ahead of her. She knows there is a garbage can next to the park bench several yards ahead on the trail so she bends and picks up the bottle. A twig snaps somewhere to her left and she hears a flutter of wings. The sanctuary is so far from the main road that those are the only sounds she hears. No passing car sounds or sirens. That's why she loves it here- she can think. More sounds of wings fluttering- a bit closer this time. She pauses to listen more closely. It sounds as though the bird is just off the path. Some of the birds there are quite beautiful so she decides to take a look. If she is quiet, she may be able to see it without frightening it away. Carefully, she tiptoes across the well manicured grass and up to the edge of the trees. There, just beyond the first row of trees, she can already see the bird. It is rather small, in the dark she cannot identify the species, and it appears to be injured. It's wings flutter sickly but it does not move from it's position on the ground. She knows there is probably nothing she can do to help, but she advances to get a closer look anyway. As she leans down over the bird she feels an arm reach around her from behind and a hand clamp tightly over her mouth. Her breath catches in her throat and instinctively she tries to scream but cannot. "Don't you know it isn't safe for such a beautiful woman to be walking alone at night?" he growls as he tightens his grip over her mouth. "I'm going to take my hand away from your face now and you are NOT going to scream. It would do you no good anyway. Who would hear you?" Her heart is racing. She is terrified that she will turn around to see a gun pointed at her. She's heard of women being robbed and shot late at night in parks in big cities, but this isn't a big city or a park. Not many of the locals even know of the sanctuary. Slowly he lowers his hand and grips her arm, turning her around. She holds her breath, trying not to scream. It is very dark as there are few outdoor lamps along the path and it is a cloudy night, but she is pretty sure she doesn't see a gun. That gives her some relief, but only a little. He takes a small step back from her. She feels his grip relax a little and attempts to step back from him to run, but as she does so he grabs a handful of her long dark hair and jerks her back. She feels a cold knife blade against her throat. "If you try to run from me I will catch you... and then I will kill you." He says this to her in a low voice, but she does not doubt that he means every word. "w-w-what do you want?" she manages to stammer the words as tears begin to fall from her pretty blue eyes. "Do not speak again." He says sternly as he lets go of her hair. She considers for a moment trying to run again, but tastes her own fear in her mouth and knows she cannot move. She isn't carrying a purse so she now realizes it must not be money that he is after. She tries to look at him. He is very tall, must be over six feet, with very broad shoulders. She thinks he looks very strong. She is unable to make out his face in the dark. He takes a step toward her and grasps the waistband of her cotton jogging shorts. He jerks them down over her hips and they fall to the ground. "Take off your top." She whimpers quietly and hesitates. "NOW." She isn't sure where he put the knife, but she doesn't want to see it again so she reluctantly pulls the shirt over her head and drops it to the grass. "Now turn around, let me see your body." She steps out of her shorts which are pooled at her feet so as not to fall and slowly turns completely around. She can feel his eyes all over her body, and while she is still deeply frightened, there is a different feeling stirring deep in her abdomen. She pushes this feeling away as quickly as she feels it. Facing him again she sees the knife in his hand. He moves closer with it and visions of him plunging it deep into her chest invade her mind. He slips the tip of the blade under her bra at the center and snaps it, exposing her soft, round breasts. She shivers, partly at the cold air hardening her nipples, but partly at... something else. Her tears have stopped, but her heart refuses to slow. "On your knees." She looks at him as if to say "please, no" but can see nothing in his face. She sees his hand, the one holding the knife, move and quickly drops to her knees on the grass. He puts the knife back into the pocket of his leather jacket. He reaches down and unzips and unbuttons his jeans, then pulls his cock out of his boxers. She can see that it is very large and already quite hard. She looks up at him, frightened. "Now suck it." She is very afraid, but knows she must do as he says so she licks her lips and reaches out, taking him in her hand. As she places her soft, wet lips around his swollen head the warm stirring feeling returns, deep in her belly. She begins to suck, slowly and carefully, knowing if she does not please him she is in serious danger. She feels his cock grow harder still in her mouth and begins to stroke him, firmly and rhythmically as she tongues his head, tasting the pre cum that is already beginning to appear there. She senses his body relaxing and hears his breathing become more slow and deep. She continues to suck and lick him as she seems to be pleasing him. Perhaps he will spare her. Suddenly he takes a handful of her hair and jerks her head back and away from her task. She gasps surprised at him halting her and at the pain from his pulling her hair. "Lay down." He pushes her backward and onto the ground roughly, her sandals falling off as she falls back. He leaves her lay there while he removes first his jacket and then his shirt. He comes back and stands above her, his jeans pulled down slightly his hard on still protruding. "Take those off so I can see your cunt." She hesitates, not wanting to remove the last article of clothing and lay completely vulnerable in front of him, but the fears overcomes her and she reaches down to remove her white cotton panties. As she slides them over her hips she is surprised to find that her pussy has become quite wet. Now she lays naked in front of him on the grass, her knees slightly bent, waiting for his next move. He kneels down and grabs her right breast, pinching the nipple hard, hurting her. She whimpers, only partly in pain, and feels her left nipple grow hard and the wetness between her legs increase. Now she can feel her clit beginning to swell. "Am I really enjoying this?" she thinks to herself. Again she can feel him looking at her and this time her heart rate increases with excitement rather than fear. Still, she remembers the knife and is very afraid. She realizes she must do exactly as he says or he may still hurt her, or worse. He traces a circle around one breast, then the other and pinches her right nipple again, harder still. He runs his fingers slowly down her torso hesitating just below her navel and then cups her pussy in his large hand. He slides two fingers into her slit. "The little slut is wet. She likes this." He sounds surprised. She is suddenly afraid, what if he doesn't want her to like it? He removes his fingers and slaps her, hard, across the right cheek. She cries out and feels hot tears stinging behind her eyes, but she does not cry. "Turn around." She does as he asks, rising to all fours. He stands and walks around her, sizing her up, looking at her from all sides. She shivers again, this time in anticipation. She feels her own juices begin to trickle down her inner thy. He is behind her now and she is afraid to turn to look at him. Suddenly she feel his hands on her hips as he plunges his cock into her waiting pussy fast and hard. He fills her with his huge member, she can feel her pussy stretching to hold him. He gives her several hard strokes then pulls it out, immediately ramming it hard deep into her ass. She cries out, in surprise. She was not expecting him to do this and it is a new experience for her. She is surprised by the amount of pain it causes her and even more by the intense pleasure this pain gives her. He returns his cock to her dripping pussy and fucks her hard, pulling her hair. She knows he told her to be quiet, but she begins to moan anyway. The pleasure is too great to remain silent any longer. She arches her back and screams, creaming all over his still hard cock. Feeling her pussy contract he pounds harder. "That's right slut. You like my cock in your dirty little cunt." His stinging words only excite her more. She feels another wave of pleasure wash over her as she climaxes again. He fucks her harder still and then pulls his cock out, shooting his hot load all over her naked body. She can feel his cum now, all over her pussy and her ass, dripping down her thighs. She shivers again in intense pleasure and collapses to the ground. He closes his pants, puts his shirt back on, and picks up his jacket. He grabs her hair jerking her head around to look at him. The moon has come from behind the clouds and now she can see his eyes. "Listen bitch, don't ever come back here again." But she knows that she will. Sanctuary The e-mail message was terse but expressed a huge range of emotions to him. It read simply: "He left me!" The pain of the note from Jane, or Janie as he'd called her in all of their correspondence was palpable, it screamed from the computer screen at him. It had been a long while, since they'd corresponded and it was rather a surprise for him to see in his inbox that there as a message from Jane Warner. He smiled when he saw it and was smiling still up until he read the message. He sent a note back to her immediately, as though there had been no hiatus at all in their writing to each other. He'd come into contact with Janie, when she wrote reacting positively to one of his stories posted on storiesonline.net. He answered her note and they struck up a conversation. It turned out, in the process, that she was feeling a bit frustrated with her relationship with her husband and was seeking, what she called 'an online master.' He wasn't sure that he was all that good for such a position but was certainly willing to try. And it had been fun: Calling her at work and ordering her to pull her skirt up to her waist, while she worked and at times, pull her panties down to her knees or play with herself a bit at her desk. Soon enough his instincts prompted him to 'order' Janie to turn her seething sexuality toward her husband and make overtures and declarations to him about her hidden subservient self, openly. It apparently worked extremely well and a new basis for the relationship was established. After that, he knew, he was really no longer necessary. The 'online master' gig was finished for them and they lapsed into a friendship but one that naturally seemed to be less and less important to her busy life. Now some kind of crisis was at hand and he responded: "Why? When did he leave? Where is her going? Talk to me, Janie." The note from her came back immediately: "Oh, Matt, I'm not sure of all of it. He talked about 'room', 'space', settling issues and the like. He said that he was going on an assignment that would have him gone for 6 months and didn't know but didn't think he'd be back in any event. I asked him if there was another woman involved but he didn't answer that one. I suspect that there was, however. Oh, Matt, what am I going to do?" His next note to her read: "First of all, you're going to call me. My number is _________________." Then he said to her simply, falling rather quickly into a kind of former master-slave/sub kind of dialogue: "Call me, do it, Janie." She did. It was hardly fifteen minutes and the phone rang. The voice on the phone was that of a young woman. But he'd been aware of the fact that Janie was a good 20 years younger than he. "Matt?" the teary voice said into the phone. "Hi, honey," he said. "How are you doin', sweetie?" he then asked. "I'm terrible, Matt, just terrible!" she replied. "I know," he said, "But look, we'll get through this and see it straightened out; I promise you that." "Do you hear me?" he asked then. "Yes, sir, Matt, I hear you," she responded, falling into her old method of calling him 'sir'. That part felt good to him but he pushed it away quickly, in his concern for her. She started to cry again. He let her cry for a few minutes and then spoke to her again: "Have you made any decisions about what you're going to do?" he asked. Her crying slowed down then and she said: "Yes, I'm going away. Just to get away somewhere, where it's new and different, somewhere to think for just a bit." "Sounds like a good plan, sweet puss," he said. Then he pressed her, knowing full well that if there were any plans and they weren't completely thought out, they might turn out to be futile plans after all: "When are you going? Where are you going?" "I've gotten a leave from work," she said, "They're being very nice about it. So, I have a week or so. And I don't know where I'll go . . ." then she lapsed into the weeping again. When her crying slowed down this time, she said to him: "I have no where to go! I have no where to go where anyone would want me! Ohhhhhh, Matt!" He broke into her weeping and said to her: "Janie, listen to me; are you listening?" "Yes, sir," she said, "I am." "Good," he responded. "Get you things packed; go to the airport. There will be a ticket waiting for you to Kansas City. I'll meet you at the airport. Is that clear, honey?" he said. "Yes, sir, clear!" she answered, and then said: "Oh, Matt, can I really come and see you?" "Of course, Janie," he answered. "The ticket will be for a flight this afternoon. Call me, when you get to the airport and get the ticket." "I will, I promise," she said. "Matt, Matt, this makes me feel so much better. You're sure this is going to be alright?" "I am positive," he said, "We'll work this out one way or the other. You just come here." He did get her phone call early in the afternoon. "Matt," she said, composed now, "I'm at the airport and I have the ticket. This is so wonderful, Matt, so wonderful! I'm not sure that I can adequately thank you." "Just get on the plane, Janie, and don't worry about thanks at this point," was his directive before she hung up. Of course he realized that she knew vaguely what he looked like; she'd seen a photo of him once. But he'd never seen one of her. He simply decided to have a sign with 'Ms. Jane Warner' on it, and he'd described the blue blazer and grey slacks that he'd be wearing, as well as his white beard and hair. He was a bit nervous about it, not knowing what she looked like, as he stood waiting for her group to de-plane. He had his sign and held it out to the crowd, when an auburn haired young woman in a summer dress smiled at him from the group and nodded. He quickly disposed of the sign and turned to meet Janie. He had the immediate thought that she was lovely, and wondered what the husband must have been thinking about in going off. He stood and waited for her to come to him, and realized that she was unsure of herself. As she approached, he held out his arms to her and with a great sigh, she went into his arms, sobbing against the front of his coat. "Oh, Matt," she sighed, "Is this really you?" "In the flesh," he said, "Welcome to the mid west, sweetheart." "This is so good," she said, still into his coat, "It's way beyond good. I didn't know what to do at all, just didn't know." "We'll work that part of this out," he said, "But first let's get your luggage and we're out of here." Matt lived about a half hour away but first wanted to take her for dinner, since it was already pressing six o'clock. They had a pleasant dinner, and she kept her composure. They were in a secluded kind of table in a lovely Italian place. She went through the situation again with him, telling him what she knew about it. But it had apparently caught her by surprise. Her husband's six month job, which took him away, had been a total surprise to her. There was a great deal that was left unknown. "I did find this on the computer that he uses," she said, handing Matt a piece of paper. It was an e-mail message that simply said: "I can't wait to be with you." It was signed: Sylvia. "I see," Matt said, guiding Janie out of the restaurant, knowing that showing him the e-mail note would cause her to lose her control. He was right. They sat in the car, while he let her cry for a while, leaning against his shoulder. She finally stopped and said to him: "I'm being useless here, all I've done, since I contacted you by e-mail is cry." "You've had a trauma," he said. "But you're being so nice, Matt; this . . .all this is just so considerate!" "We're friends," he said. "The first thing is to simply let you settle down and handle the shock of this situation. The change of scene was maybe a good way for you to do that." "Yes," she said, "Thank you for that; but you always did know what to do and what to have me do, did't you?" "Well," he said, "I thought that we had you on the right track for you, that's for sure. "So did I," she said ruefully, then with a snort she reached down and removed the ankle bracelet that she had from her husband. She said nothing; she just put it into her purse. "We'll go home now," he said. "Oh, I'm putting you out!" she cried. "Not at all," he said. "I just want to get you settled and let you get some needed rest. You've had a shock today and will need it." "Thank you, sir," she said, leaning over and kissing his hand. She reacted positively to his rather large house. "This is lovely," she said. "It's big," was his reply, "But I like a big house, and cats." "Yes," she agreed, "I"m a cat person too." She scratched the head of a little tabby that was rubbing against her ankles as she spoke. He took her upstairs and showed her to one of the guest rooms and showed her the guest room bathroom, which was between two of the bedrooms. "You'll be comfortable here," he said. "Get yourself settled, and I'll bring you a glass of sherry. It'll settle you down for bed. You need, first of all, a good night's sleep." "Yes, sir," she said and put her arms around his neck. "This is so nice, Matt; I can't, can't say that enough. This is so nice of you." He kissed the top of her head and said: "I'll bring you the sherry." When he did, he said to her: "Call me during the night, if you need anything. I'm just down the hall. I need to do a few things but will be ready to turn in, in about a half hour myself." He gave her a 'goodnight' kiss on the cheek and left her to settle herself in. He did his pre-bedtime work and then went about closing the downstairs up, and locking doors, putting off lights etc. He snapped off the hall light and opened the bedroom door and stopped dead in his tracks. There she was. She was kneeling at the foot of the bed, totally naked. Her hands were clasped behind her head, like a prisoner. Her back was bent just a little causing her large breasts to stick out, with nipples that were hard and excited. "I'm ready for you, Master," she said simply. His reaction caused him to be silent at first. She was at that point in the life of a woman, when perfection, physical perfection is at hand, near at hand. She had shed the callow thinness of the young girl and had not yet moved into the overripe, yet glorious maturity that a woman possesses into the fifties and later. From any given person's point of view, each of these stages in the development of a woman was prone to perfection but Janie was right there at that time and place, and Matt was halted and rendered speechless. "Master?" she said. "Oh, Janie," was his answer, "You don't have to do this for me, love; you just don't!" "Yes, yes," she said with a sob, "You see for some reason he didn't want me and I need to know, need to find out if it's something about me. I need this, Matt, Master, I need this." "Of course you do," Matt said, going to the bed, where he sat down and ran a hand over her breasts, and then down her back and over the slope of her ass cheeks. "Then rest your upper body on the bed, love and listen to me carefully!" were his next words. He moved out to the edge of the bed a bit, where he had better access to her, as she knelt there in the position that he had chosen for her. Her upper body was on the bed, splaying her ass out a bit more and a bit higher for him, and his inspection. She was nervous about it but felt a need for this. "Janie, Janie," he began, in a soft voice almost cooing at her, "You are physical perfection itself! You are the essence of the full woman, not skinny, thin hipped, or bud breasted. You have a generous, lovely, round ass that almost pouts at a person who's looking at it. You have large, sloping tits with dark and expressive nipples. The strength of your thighs, hiding your pubic beauty are enough to write biblical epigrams about for the 'Son of Songs'. That's the way that you are." Her voice was soft and almost very far away, as she said: "Then why doesn't he want me? After the way that I offered myself, my physical self, my allegiance? After the way I offered, asked even to be his sex slave? Why?" "I don't think that it's an understatement to say that your husband is acting out of confusion. It's not unusual for a person, let's say a man, to not know the glory of the woman who loves him, until he wanders and finds others women who don't possess or at least impress upon him the same kind of glories that his wife already had." He hesitated a few moments, stroking her ass cheeks idly and admiring the view completely. "I really believe, sweet puss," he finally went on, "That he's going to run into that comparison with whomever he's with like running into a blank wall, and he'll be calling and, unless I have no sense of human interaction at all, begging to be forgiven and to be taken back." There was silence then broken only by her sobbing into the bed. He went on: "That's what I believe and so, you don't need to do this, beautiful woman, gorgeous woman, perfect woman, you just don't!" he ended saying this by planting a kiss on her ass just above the crack of her ass. "I do, Matt," she said, "I know that I do; this is kind of a way for me to have courage, to have some confidence again. You're the only person that I can trust now. This is important." She lifted her head and looked at him with a grin on her face: "And besides, now you get to have a photo of me with only my pink panties on!" He laughed: "Janie, my Janie, you are giving for this time, what I believe will be this limited time, the greatest gift possible to this old man!" "Master, you're not old!" she objected. "Sorry to contradict you, sir." "That's not a problem, Janie," and now he was grinning at her full out. "Tomorrow morning I'll spank you for that." Janie made an 'eep' sound and put her face down into the covers again. "Well, come with me, sweet puss," he said taking her hand in his, "It's shower time. Just keep in mind in what we do, after the shower that I am in my 60's." "You are wonderful!' she said to him, kissing him now. "Look who's calling me wonderful!" he said with a laugh, "Ms. Tits and Ass of the World!" "What a lovely name!" she said, and then walked off to the bathroom, saying as she went: "This walk is for you, Master." It was exaggerated, her hips swung, her ass cheeks jiggled. He got the full treatment from her. "My god, Janie," he said, "You are perfection itself." She grinned at him and gave him an air kiss, as she went into the bathroom. They took time in the shower washing each other. When they were finished and were dried off, she waited for him to give her directions. "Go into the bedroom again, and assume the same position. On your knees at the foot of the bed with your upper body resting on the bed itself," he said to her. "Yes, sir," she said and went, smiling as she went. His eyes were as full of her naked loveliness as the room was dominated by her naked presence. "Well, Matt," he said audibly to himself, "Live a little, kid!" He entered the bedroom smiling only to find her there in the position that he'd ordered and ready for him. "Look, just look at the ass on you," Matt said with a heavy sigh. She just looked up from the bed and smiled at him, giving him another air kiss. He settled on the floor behind her magnificent ass and began with a simple quick kiss on each of her ass cheeks. He continued to kiss her ass, moving his hands up and around, covering the area from the back of her thighs up and over the ass cheeks to the waist above her ass crack. His hands moved constantly but he continued to place kisses on her ass, as he went. Then he got a special frenzied noise from her, as he put his hands on her ass and separated the cheeks, so that he could begin to kiss the inner walls of her ass crack. "Ohhhhhhhh, Matt!" she sighed, as he progressed in his kissing of her inner ass cheek walls. "My, sweet Janie likes that?" he asked. "Your sweet Janie is yours to do whatever you want with!" she said fervently. "Never thought this day would come," he mused, going back to the ass kissing. He stuck his tongue out then. She fairly wailed at him: "What? What are you going to . . .what are you doing now?" He laughed. "You are so much fun to play with, Janie. I'm going to kiss your ass hole!" "Eeeeeeeeeeek!" she squealed into the bed spread, as he kept his promise and placed a kiss directly onto her ass hole. He grabbed her ass then and moved it a bit so that it was a bit higher in front of him. "What now?" she said almost in a voice of distress. "Just accessing your pussy!" he said to her. "Awwwwww, Matt!" she crooned, as his tongue now moved on and was lapping at her pussy lips from behind. He continued to lick at her pussy lips, inserting his tongue into her pussy from behind. She rasped at him: "Matt, Matt, sir, Master, do something for yourself. Please!" "Darlin'," he began. "When I do, the game is over for me; I'm not young enough to have the stamina to get erection after erection!" "Oh," she squealed, "This is wonderful!" "Does he?" he asked. "No," she said, "He hasn't." "Then this is one of the conditions for taking him back!" Matt said, "He must satisfy you this way." "Oh, Matt, do you really think that it will . . .he will?" she said. "I don't doubt it; Janie, who can stand a comparison with what I'm seeing and playing with, and licking right now? He''ll call." "Oh, I don't give a damn," she said, "Right now all that's important is what you're doing to me." "Well," he said then, "Let's keep on doing it." He was entering his tongue farther and farther into her pussy and reached up and grabbed hold of one of her nipples with his searching fingers. Her response was galvanic! She squealed into the bed spread. "You make such nice noises, Janie!" he said to her. "You make me make such nice noises, Matt, Master," she sighed and continued her wailing into the bed spread. His tongue reached out far enough then to contact her clit. Janie exploded right then and there. She had an orgasm that had her quivering, and shaking,and sweating, and moaning and groaning and yelling. When it ended she said earnestly: "Master Matt, I am yours to command! I will do anything for you." "Then I want to look into your eyes, your face, when I make love to you," he said, and hauled her up onto the bed, settling on top of her. He made slow love to her then, interspersing it with kisses and words of love and encouragement. She whispered to him, as he loved her, "Matt, you are wonderful! Doing this, helping me! Wonderful!" He managed a laugh and said: "But Janie, when or how often does a codger like me get to love a babe, a real and true babe like you? This is one of life's greatest gifts! And I will see you through this and back with that errant husband of yours, when he begins to appreciate you properly." "Oh, Matt," she said, softly, "It's so lovely to hear you say that." Then she held him as he had his own orgasm and, in time, rolled over onto his back and lay there. Her response then was: "Master, let me clean you." She moved over and took his, now flaccid, prick in her mouth and cleaned it thoroughly. "If I were 20 years younger," he said, "I'd be ready to go again." "I don't want you 20 years younger," she said kissing his stomach. "I want you bearded, with white hair and a whitish gray beard, and wise and compassionate. I want you just as you are, Master, sweet Master, my Matt." Then she added with a yawn: "Oh, I'm tired and that all was lovely, lovely. Hold me tonight." "Of course, Janie," he said and gathered her to himself on the bed. In the morning he slept a bit later than she. She giggled, when first awake, she noticed that he was sleeping with a raging hard on. She slipped into place and took the head of it into her mouth. It took him a few minutes to realize what was happening. Sanctuary "Oh my god!" he said. "I've always wanted, wondered how that would feel! That's wonderful." "Good to have your slave in bed with you!" she said grinning and going back to the blow job, moving her head slowly up and down on his prick, pulling the skin along with her mouth with each movement, jerking him off with her mouth. "Very good," he replied. She lifted her head and said to him: "Matt, Master, I love you for doing this for me." Then she lowered her head and continued her work. She crept her lips along the surface of his cock, inching her way toward the muscles of his stomach with her lips. She finally reached her goal and was able to kiss his stomach muscles with her lips, the cock being buried in her mouth and the entrance of her throat. "Look, Ma, no hands," she said, grinning, having taken her head off of the cock to mug for him. "Suck my cock!" he said in a waspish voice. "Oh, yes, sir," she said quickly, "He gets so testy, when his blow job is interrupted." He was grinning at her, as she blew him an air kiss and captured his prick once again in her mouth. Now she brought him to a climax. He stiffened on the bed, thrusting his hips into the air and toward her face and her working mouth. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair and pushed his prick into her mouth, causing her to momentarily gag. She settled into it again and took his load into her mouth and down her throat. When his spasms were all done, he lay there with his eyes focused on her. She lay with her head on his stomach and was licking at his cock and smiling up at him. "I swear, Janie," he said, "You are the totally perfect woman!" "You talk so nicely to me," she said softly, much affected by what he'd said. "I only speak the truth to you," was his answer, and she began to weep again. He pulled her up to him, snuggling her into his side with her head on his chest, kissing her forehead. "This will come out right," he said. "You promise?" she said softly. "I promise," he said, "I really don't believe that he's going to pass up a woman like you for anyone else. I don't know what his confusion is but being away from you will bring back his perspective. You'll see. Meanwhile, coffee or tea?" "Oh, coffee," she said, "But I should be serving you." "I know where everything is," he said, "You come along and remain naked and inspire me for the day." "Yes, sir,"she said happily, getting out of bed and padding along with him, as he went to the kitchen. He wore green silk pj bottoms and kept his eyes focused on the beauty of her ass as they went along. "My, Janie, quite an ass," he quipped. She swung her hips from side to side, grinning back at him over her shoulder, as she went. They made plans for the day, while they had coffee. He told her that, since she was new to the mid west, he wanted to take her for a memorable ride down into the flint hills of Kansas. Then he smiled at her and said: "There is one little item that I promised that needs taking care of." She was mystified at first but then blushed and let out an 'eeep'. "That's right," he said, smiling. "Take a kitchen chair into the living room and put it in the middle of the living room." "You're going to spank me?" she asked. "Exactly," he said. "Oh dear!" she said then. "Afraid?" he asked next. "Afraid that you won't!" she said matching his smile. She arranged the chair and he sat down patting his lap for her to come to him. She did as she was told and draped herself over his lap. Once she was arranged, he sat for a moment just looking down at her upturned ass and sighed. "This is the life, Janie," he said, "A beautiful young woman draped over my lap, showing a world class ass and waiting for me to slap it! Ask me nicely now for your spanking, woman." "Please, sir, Master," she said, "Please discipline this errant woman; I contradicted you yesterday and deserve to be spanked. Please!" As soon as she'd finished her last 'please', he slapped her ass. She yipped and bucked in his lap and he laughed. "Your response was as much fun as the feel of my hand slapping your ass," he said to her. "Thank you, sir," she said, "One." She counted her way through 10 slaps and by the end he was laughing too hard to continue, with her constantly making faces at him and her response. He kept her there and played with her ass then, rubbing his hand over the surface of it and eventually letting the hand drift into the crack of her ass. He kept at it, letting his fingers drift farther and farther into her ass crack. "Oh, you're going to do that again?" she sighed. "I'd be a fool not to," he said, "This blessing of beauty is temporary and I want to play with this ass, while I have it here." "Flatterer!" she said. He gave her ass a slap and she squealed into laughter. Then he continued his manipulation of her ass crack, getting his fingers further and further into it, and plunging one finger into her ass hole finally. Her response was to squirm against his invading fingers, making throat moans as she did. He moved her then and slipped off of the chair, laying her down across the chair again, when he'd moved. He knelt behind her, so that he was now positioned between her splayed out legs. He lowered his head and kissed the inside of her thigh. "OH!" she said, as he did. He got the same reaction to another kiss on the other inside thigh. Then he licked his way all the way up her ass crack and the reaction was not only there, it increased in its intensity. This only spurred him on. He moved his hand, and as he was rimming her ass, and licking at her ass crack, his hand palmed her pussy mound, and his fingers began to wiggle. Janie's reaction was increasing in intensity. He had moved his area of action now for his tongue and lips and now as licking at her pussy slit. Janie's recitation of 'oh, oh etc.' increased in intensity, with her reacting to every single stab of his tongue now. He reached a hand up and under her body and now captured a nipple in each hand. Janie began to buck like a wild woman, crooning loudly the intensity of her reaction to all that was being done to her. "Master, Master, Master," she kind of spit out. "Anything! I promise, promise, anything, double anything that you want. You treat me this way and I promise anything . . .EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Her response faded into the squeal of her cumming. Her ass was flopping and her hips moving. She almost flopped her way off of the chair that he had her on. He pulled her off of the chair then and into his arms. She nestled there and whispered into his ear, using both her hot breath and her tongue on his ear: "I mean it, Master, anything you want. You treat this Janie so fine!" He spoke to her then: "There are two things that I want." "Yes, anything!" she repeated. "Wait here for me, on your hands and knees," he ordered, and she did as he bid her, staying there on her hands and knees. He came back quickly and had a tube of lotion in his hand. He spilled some out onto his hand and rubbed it into his fingers and began to work his fingers between her ass cheeks, gradually working a huge amount of the lotion into and around her ass hole. "Ohhhhhhh!" she sighed. "Are you going to?" "Yes," he said, now putting a condom on his stiffened cock. Her answer was to waggle her ass cheeks back and forth at him. He slapped her ass then, causing her to squeal: "I need a stationary target!" he said. "Yes, sir," she said and stopped her ass wagging. Then she felt the pressure at her ass hole of his cock head, and in only an instant, the cock head had popped into her asshole and she reacted, moaning against the momentary discomfort but soon adjusting to it. "Ohhhhh," he moaned then, "Feel that! Your tightness, the way your ass clutches at my cock! This is worth waiting a life time for." He worked steadily until he had his cock all the way up her asshole, and then he pulled her back to himself, so that she was now squatting down on, sitting on his lap, impaled on his prick. No sooner had he pulled her into that position that she came; she shook and made almost hooting noises as she came. Her asshole pulsed around his prick. "Full!" she squealed. "Got me full! Wonderful full!" He moved her only slightly then, in an up and down motion and the continued spasms of her cumming pulled him over the edge also and he reached around and grabbed her by both of her nipples and held her in place as he began to cum inside of her. They stayed locked in that position until his prick had softened and he could pull it out of her asshole. She slumped onto her side and he kissed his way up her body from her hip to her cheek. He whispered to her: "Stay here, love; I'll be right back." "Yes, daddy!" she said absolutely overwhelmed with the effect of the passion. He came back soon and had with him a wash cloth and a towel to clean her up after their vigorous fucking. She just grinned at him, as he did it. Then, when the washing was done, he held out a pair of pink panties to her. "I got these from your bag," he said, "Forgive my nosiness." "I forgive your everything, when you treat me like that," was her response. "I want photos now," he said. "Of you in those pink panties." "Photos, yes," she said, "Anything means photos too." Matt dressed and got his camera to pose Janie's photos. She wore nothing but the thin, pink, nylon bikini panties. Both her ass and her pussy were visible through the fabric of the panties. He posed a series of her from all angles. Then, with Janie giggling up a storm, he took her lipstick and wrote 'Matt's Slave Janie' across her forehead and her face. Then Janie took a black indelible marker and signed the panties across the seat of the ass, and Matt photoed that too. They finally got their day under way. Matt stopped the drive to the flint hills at a restaurant for breakfast for the two of them. The drive took them down Interstate 35 into Kansas. Janie saw immediately why he wanted to show her this area. He guided their conversation, as they left the Kansas City area: "Have you thought about what you'll do, when he calls." She misted up and said: "Matt, you're sure he will?" "There's no doubt in my mind that the fool will come to his senses and call. So, let's go on that assumption, what are you going to do?" "I don't know," she said, "I need to think of something first of all that will show him kind of." "What do you have in mind?" he wanted to know. "I just don't know," she said. Then she went on: "And I'm not inclined to tell him about where I've been and what I've been doing. This is not a crisis that I've launched." "Janie," Matt said then, "It's sensible for you to know and stick up for what you think is your own prerogatives. "Will you take him back?" he wanted to know. "Yes, I will," she said. "Basis?" he asked then. "Well, that we put this interval behind, don't talk about it, just acknowledge that it happened and it's behind us. I don't want to use it as a weapon or to bludgeon. Then we go back to where we were and work on trust." "Same relationship as before?" he asked. "Yes, that's still what I want from him, with him. If we are back together, I have no problem being his love slave, his sex slave." "You're such a good woman, Janie," Matt said, running his hand down the side of her face. The discussion broke off then, as they began to drive down into the flint hills area. The drive was one of the prettiest anywhere. She was enchanted and told Matt how much she loved the rolling, ranging hills on all sides. They approached a kind of built up area where there was a pull off and Matt drove into the pull off. You could into it far enough so that the car couldn't be seen from the road. He went into it and parked. "Let's get out and look around," he said. They got out and went around farther still 'til they were hidden by the hill itself. "Matt, this is so lovely," she said. "I want you to walk down to where those bushes are growing," he said, pointing to an outgrowth of bushes that were about 100 yards down a slope. "Are you coming?" she asked then. "No," he answered, "I'm going to stay here and film you and your walk." She began to walk down the hill but he stopped her: "Stop," he said and she halted immediately. "Did I tell you that you could wear any clothes?" She looked at him and said earnestly: "No, Master, you did not, I humbly apologize." "Then strip!" he said, "I want you naked walking out into the prairie." She smiled, loving the idea immediately, and soon was totally naked. She set off on the walk, and he filmed her going and coming back. He set the camera aside, when she got back to where they were, and held his arms out. She was plastered into his arms in not time and kissing him. He slid his hands down her back to grasp her ass cheeks and squeezed, still fencing with her tongue in his mouth and then in hers. "Oh, Matt," she crooned, "You make me wet all the time. You are wonderful!" "Reacting this way to a beautiful lady out on the prairie is a treat beyond treats," he said, now rubbing her nipples. He lowered her onto the grass right there and made love to her out in the flint hills, in the grass of the prairie. They were aware of, and even stimulated by, the closeness of the traffic on the road near them, as the moved into their love making. She clutched his ass cheeks with her hands and wrapped her legs around him, holding him to herself, as he moved into his love making motion. They kissed ardently and he sucked on her tongue. "Oh, fuck me on the prairie!" she wailed, hardly even aware of what she was saying in her passion. She came soon then, and he followed her into his own orgasm. They lay there in the grass for a while before they moved and she dressed again. There was a great peace between them, as they drove back to Matt's house. The got lunch on the way and settled down in Matt's living room to talk for a while, when her cell phone rang. She looked at the cell phone and with great agitation said to Matt: "It's him!" "Calm down a bit now," Matt said and she made an attempt to get her emotions under control. A look of a kind of certainty come onto her face just as she answered the phone. "Hi, Stan!" she said. Then she went on: "No, I'm not home. No, I won't tell you where I am. Look, Stan, there's something that I have to do and can't wait. Call me back in exactly 20 minutes." She just hung up then and moved from the couch to where Matt was sitting. She went to her knees, and reached out and unzipped his fly. "Oh jeez!" he said. "This is something." She just smiled at Matt and said: "Payback is lovely at times!" "It sure is," he said, as she began to suck on the head of his cock. She gave Matt the blow job, swallowing his cum in about 12 minutes. "Will you tell him?" he asked. "If I need to," she said with calmness. The call came as soon as it was supposed to. "Hi, Stan," she said, "Yes, I did what I needed to; I'm free to talk now." The conversation, with Matt hearing one side of it, went on for a while. Janie told her husband that she didn't want to know any details about him and his Sylvia and she would certainly not tell him where she was or any details about her getting away. She did agree that the next day, if she could, she'd come home. She told him that she wanted the relationship to be as it was before. She loved being his sex slave and would be that again but he needed to work now to earn some trust from her. At one point she said, more for Matt's information than any other reason: "Stan, stop crying now; you made a mistake but we're not going to let it ruin us or our marriage. That's just the way it is." Then she hesitated and said: "You're welcome, Stan. Yes, I'll call you later, and I'll come home tomorrow. Wait for me at home. No, I don't need a ride. I'll be home. If you want me back, just do as I say, Stan." She hung up then, and began to cry immediately. Matt went to her and held her, kissing her head, and letting her cry as long as she needed to. She looked up at him after a bit, the tears still on her face and he said: "Janie, you were magnificent! He's the world's luckiest guy; I hope the fool realizes it." "Thank you, honey," she said, "I mean for all of this. You've saved my life these few days, any number of times." "Don't thank an old man," he said, "For being able to take care of a beautiful woman and playing her lover for a few days! It was simply life thrilling. He made them simple salads for dinner, and they watched, in silence a tv movie. She called Stan back and they talked a while but she said to him that she preferred to speak face to face. She warned Stan not to ask her about where she'd been or she wouldn't come back at all, and she didn't want to know about Sylvia at all either. When the conversation was done, she was washed out. He told her then that he'd made her plane reservation for the next day. That was all arranged. He also had run a bath for her. He led her upstairs and was going to just leave her to it, but she asked him to wash her. He took her clothes off and gave her the bath. It was languid for her, with his slowly washing all parts of her, and reveling in the feel of her body in the tub. When the bath was done, and she'd drunk the wine that he'd brought for her, while he was bathing her, he led her off to the guest room, telling her that she might want some time and space to think about tomorrow. He tucked her into the covers and left. He then went and did some work on his computer, opting for bed himself a little while later. He was awakened by a slight noise about an hour later, and, looking up, saw her standing in the door way. She was apparently unsure about if he wanted her to come to him or not. "Matt," she said in a little girl voice. "I need to be held." "Come her my beauty," he crooned at her and with a sigh, she joined him in bed. As they snuggled, she said to him, whispering to him and the darkness around them: "Make love to me now, Matt, for us, for now and for the rest of our lives!" "Of course, Janie, my darling," he said, and kissed her. Their lovemaking then was slow and soft. It ended with Janie cumming and weeping for a while as she lay against his body. He held her there and they drifted off into sleep. Once again he was awakened by her taking his cock into her mouth for a morning blow job. "A parting for my master," she said, grinning up at him and kept on until she finished the blow job. They got themselves arranged and he took her to the airport. He waited, and they had coffee, during the waiting. Just as they parted, she said to him, as she hugged him one last time: "A part of me will love you forever, Matt!" "Thank you, honey," he said. "I'm always here for you or to talk to him, if that's what you need. You just take him in hand, honey." "I will," she said, and then, then she was gone. "Well, thank all the gods that are or ever could be for that!" he said quietly as he left the airport for the parking garage. EPILOGUE: Janie's marriage to Stan did survive. The incident served to help both of them not take the other for granted. In the long run, it was positive for them. Janie never told Stan, not even in later years, where she'd gone. It was her secret and she kept it. She corresponded with Matt now and again. He was everlastingly pleased at her happiness. The End.