5 comments/ 7763 views/ 1 favorites Sensation By: yakboy69 A friend asked if I could write a story from the female perspective, one that was not so (blokey). The following is the result. * Standing naked in the bedroom, having just stepped out of the shower, I turn and look at the view in the mirror. Steam is still rising off my shoulders and hair. I close my eyes trying to remember the feelings that were stirred in me last night. All of a sudden, making me gasp and then giggle at the way I jumped, I feel a feather light touch caress my steaming shoulder and slowly slide down my arm. The cool place left on my shoulder from the hand that lingered but burned there oh so briefly is soon replaced by a gentle kiss from the softest lips I have ever felt. Those lips then travel slowly across the back of my neck and under my cascading hair. There is a sudden rush of cool air across my neck when you lift my damp hair allowing you access to my skin. The cool breeze sends a shiver down my back and I feel every hair on my body stand up in a primitive response to try to keep me warm. I feel my nipples contract, pucker, and stand rigidly to the point where they almost ache. The hand that was slowly caressing my arm moves across to my belly. I take a sharp breath involuntarily as the sensations you create with your light touch seem to tickle, burn and make my stomach feel like it is full of butterflies trying to escape all at once. Your hand now spreads out over my stomach and I feel you pull my body closer to yours. I can feel your need resting between my buttocks. You are so hard against me I can feel your elevated pulse on my lower back. Your other hand comes to rest above the first one, just lightly touching the underside of my breasts with your thumb. Your lips are moving up the side of my neck to my ear where you gently nibble the lobe, showing the promise of what is to come with your skilled mouth. Your top hand rises up as I push my chest out slightly to encourage the touch I want so badly. However, you are not in a hurry and slowly, lightly almost excruciatingly gently you circle my nipples with fingertips as light as a feather. Just when I am sure I cannot stand it any longer, you brush your fingers straight over my nipple and lightly nip my ear lobe with your teeth. I let out a moan in delight because I had almost given up hope of the pleasure I knew was so close. The sudden jolt of electricity that runs through my body makes my knees buckle slightly and as my body drops about an inch, I feel your rock hard cock slide between my cheeks. At the sudden friction, this movement causes to your now very sensitive cock, you moan right in my ear and I can feel, hear, and sense how much you want me and I think to myself, maybe I do have some power over this man after all. The hand that was resting gently on my stomach starts to slide downwards. Your touch, still as light as a feather, is almost tickling me as it glides gently over my warm skin until there is a change of texture. Your fingers have reached the top of my mound and are brushing through my curls. Although they are so close, your fingers do not touch me where I want them. I let out a groan of despair because this tease is driving me insane. Instead of touching me at my centre, which I so desperately want, they continue down through my curls until they touch the top of my thigh where they come to rest again. My sensations are so heightened by your touch that I am sure I can feel every single strand of hair spring back up after your fingers have brushed through them. There is a change in your position as you start to slide your entire body slowly, gently down. My senses are at their peak and are almost screaming at me as I feel every single part of you that is touching me slide against my skin. The hand that was on my nipple only seconds ago begins to travel down my body. I feel a brief moment of longing at the loss of that touch. Your lips move from my ear with gentle kisses down the side of my neck, causing me to shiver again, and travel down over my shoulder and start to kiss their way down my back. Your hard nipples that I can feel on my shoulder blades start to scrape down my back leaving invisible lines of warmth parallel with my spine. I can feel your cock start to slide down between my cheeks, press momentarily on my asshole and flick forward along my lips, tantalisingly close to where I really want it and I feel myself get even wetter at the thought. You slide lower still and I can feel your cock running between my thighs to my knees, there is moisture on the end of your cock that leaves a slightly cooler line running down my thigh following the trail of your cock's path. I wonder if the moisture is pre cum from your highly excited penis or is it my own moisture that wet your cock as it slid over my swollen, wet pussy. Your lips are kissing their way down my back. From my shoulders they explore down to my shoulder blades, they continue down until they are at the small of my back. You linger there briefly before continuing down over one cheek. You begin to kiss your way back over this cheek to the other cheek. You surprise me by gently running your moist tongue over the top of my crack and you cause me to shiver and giggle again as you blow on the moistened spot. After what feels like an eternity of you kneeling behind me and worshipping my ass, oh yes I have power over this man, I feel his hands start their journey back up the outside of my thighs until they come to rest on my hips. One of your hands slides around to the front where your fingers once again come to rest in my curls frustratingly close but oh so far away from where I want them. I tilt my hips forward in desperation to try to make you touch me, even if by accident. However, you do not fall for this and merely keep the contact of your fingers in the same spot. I am sure I can hear an evil laugh from you. Oh god did I think I had some power over you? Your other hand slides up my back, Not just fingertips this time, now I can feel your whole palm and spread fingers slide up my spine and they are starting to push harder into my flesh until I yield and bend forward at the waist. I brace myself against the wall with one hand either side of the mirror. I look up into the mirror and I am greeted with one of the most erotic sights of my life. I can see my breasts swaying slightly and my very erect nipples standing to attention. Further down I can see my still firm belly, which I am quite proud of even after having had kids and further down still I can see my thighs spread while in between them is your firm, tanned body. You are on your knees behind me, although I cannot see your face I can see your glorious prick standing up proudly between my calves. This picture will remain with me forever. As I bend forward, my knees bend slightly, my thighs separate a touch more and I can feel the moisture, which was just being held in, escape from my lips. A drip runs down my inner thigh and stops just above my knee. I can feel my engorged lips separate and I am willingly open to you and to whatever you wish. I almost jump with shock when I feel your tongue retrieve the moisture that had earlier escaped. Your tongue follows the trail the moisture left slowly all the way back to its point of origin. I can feel your hot breath getting closer and closer until finally I sigh and shiver at the same time as your tongue makes contact with my pussy. I almost cum the instant your tongue touches my exposed clit. Your lips fasten onto my clit and I feel your nose enter my moist hole. My legs spread almost as if I no longer have control over them and I push my hips back towards your face, I just want to be filled by you. Your hand slides back down my back and grabs hold of my hip and your other hand comes around to the opposite hip, you then grab hold of me tightly and force your face into me and while still sucking my clit into your mouth you start flicking over the end of it with your tongue. This becomes almost too much to bear and I feel my body start to build up in pressure. My hips start to buck up and down against the pressure pushing back harder and harder. The tension in my body builds slowly but with a momentum of its own. My muscles begin to tense, my toes curl, and my hands clench into fists. I can feel the energy run up my arms and legs and fill my body all the while increasing in power. As the power increases, I am aware of every nerve ending in my body, making my skin tingle and the small hairs on my skin all stand to attention. I begin to hear a sound that begins as a low down growl and gradually builds into a higher keening sound. This power is out of my control now and building at the centre of my being to the point where I feel like if it got any more intense, I would not be able to stand it. Then as if fireworks have gone off inside me, it explodes. As the initial explosion recedes, I feel wave after wave of pleasure throughout my body in ripples from my centre out to my fingers and toes. Like the water rippling out in concentric circles after a stone thrown in a pond. It is only after the intensity begins to ebb that I realise that the sound I was hearing was coming from me. The entire time I am Cumming onto your tongue. I can feel a small amount of cum squeeze from my pussy with each contraction and the whole time you just lap away and drink my cum like a thirsty dog. Never releasing my clit from the onslaught of your talented tongue. As I begin coming back down from this incredible high, I realise just how much tension you have been able to build up in me and it is all released as I collapse in relief and joy. You have not finished with me yet though. Not by a long way and I realise that I would be willing to let you do whatever you want to my body. You own me for this brief period and you will use my body in ways that I had never thought I would want, let alone want over and over again. It is a shame really that my husband will be home tomorrow. Sensational "Sensational," I said, whistling softly through my teeth, admiring the comely blonde as she squatted down to make her choice on the bottom shelf of the imported aisle in the wine and spirits store. I uttered it intentionally, just loud enough for her to hear. She turned on her high-heel sandals towards me, still squatting, and was it my imagination, or did she part her legs ever so slightly? She was clad in a white blouse and a tight, tan mini-skirt that hugged those aforementioned sensational curves like, well, like a tight, tan mini-skirt should hug sensational curves. I guessed her to be about early forties, ten years younger than I, and her tanned, athletic thighs looked like they could crack walnuts. Or my skull while I was between them. Wishful thinking, admittedly. She fondled the neck of the bottle of the merlot sensuously in her manicured fingers, leisurely stroking, up and down, up and down. She twirled a lock of her short blonde hair off of her forehead and took stock of me. She smiled. I took that as a good sign. "Oh, you approve of the wine? Is this a good vintage?" "The wine is only average, actually," I said, unabashedly peering right between her legs, seeing no sign of panties. I lifted my gaze upwards. She looked like a woman who took what she wanted, a sophisticated suburban slut. Or so I hoped. "It's you I was referring to. You're simply sensational. A rare vintage." She spun some more, so that her face was now on a direct perpendicular line with my crotch, perhaps two feet away. I looked right down at her, and she licked her lips, just enough to make me wonder if I had seen it. "I'm told I'm a buttery taste, sweet, easy on the palette." I extended my hand to lift her up. She took it in her soft palm, and our eyes never left each others. With her heels, she was almost my height. I knew instinctively that she was a feline who wanted to play with a new ball of string. "John Garman," I said simply, by way of succinct introduction. Words were secondary at this point. The primary seduction had already been established and reciprocated. "Gloria. Gloria Will. Pleased to meet you, John Garman." Her index finger snaked out to caress my wrist. I saw the wedding band with a huge diamond on her ring finger. That never deters me. In fact, it only makes the chase more invigorating. I wasn't looking for a relationship. Just a few hot hours. I glanced down at her basket, which was already filled with several bottles of Australian cabernet. "Entertaining tonight, are we, Gloria Will?" "Tomorrow night. A little get-together with the girls." She rocked back and forth on her heels, flicking the bang from her forehead once more. She was hot. I was hard. "No hubby?" "Out-of-town on a golf trip," she made a face like she didn't care if he took his own sweet time in returning home. "So you're free tonight?" She threw her head back slightly and giggled. "You don't waste any time, do you? My eyes blazed into hers, my intentions clear. "No, I do not. And, you didn't answer my question." My eyes lingered down to her legs. They were truly spectacular. One might say......sensational. She pondered me, clearly enjoying my brazen inventory of her wares. "Perhaps. I'm feeling freer by the moment. What did you have in mind?" Gloria knew damn well what I had in mind, in the broader sense. It was just a matter of detail now. "Meet me in the hotel bar at the Marriott in West Conshohocken and we'll share some ideas." If I didn't know better, I'd say her nipples were now poking more noticeably from her linen blouse. "You're bold," she said. "I like bold. So, you want me to go to a hotel with you, just like that?" I noticed that she didn't say 'no'. "Don't get your hopes up, Gloria," I teased. "We're just going to the bar. They have the most amazing selection of New Zealand wines there. We can sample a few while telling each other dirty little secrets." It was apparent that while Gloria was no doubt used to getting approached, she wasn't quite used to this particular approach. My theory is simple, and relatively time-tested. The more beautiful the woman, the more direct the approach. Change the intimidation factor from minute one. Gloria glanced at her silver Movado wrist watch. "I have to run these items home and check on my daughter. I just live a few minutes from the hotel. Call it, a half-hour?" I nodded confidently. "I'll be at the rear corner of the bar. It shouldn't be that crowded this time on a Thursday." I let my eyes wander up and down her outfit. "I wish more women would dress like that. It's, how shall I put it? Sensational. So, please, don't go changin'. I love you just the way you are, as a famous singer once said." Thirty-five minutes later, the sensational Gloria Will strode into the nearly deserted lounge off the lobby, sexual heat radiating from her like a radioactive reactor, her sandals clicking off of the marble floor. I had already ordered and had two large goblets of Wairarapa merlot waiting for us. She sat down and opened her mouth to speak, her legs splaying apart on the tall stool. I caught my first full flash of her silken pussy, which appeared trimmed by golden wisps of hair. I raised a finger to her lips and whispered softly, "Ssssshhh. Don't speak. Just savor." I swished the glass around in my hand and took a healthy sip. I leaned over towards Gloria, who instinctively opened her mouth. I squirted the wine between her lips, little by little, until my tongue danced and swirled around her mouth as we consumed the wine together, holding our kiss even after she swallowed the rich red wine. Our lips retracted, and she let out an almost inaudible sigh, her eyes still closed. I leaned into her ear. "You swallow." Her eyes still closed, she smiled at my observation of fact. "Always," she growled huskily. "I love the taste of delicious nectar." My hand rose under her skirt and made its way up those lean, muscled inner thighs. She accommodated my reach by spreading her long legs a bit more, almost imperceptibly, and raising her buttocks from the stool to allow the inevitable penetration of digit to cunt. Permission granted. My fingers took a direct path to the intended target. There was a time to tease. This was not one of them. Two fingers entered her steaming pussy at the same time, one going upwards to caress the inner walls of her cavern, the other descending south to embark on a vaginal spelunking. "My fantasy has always been to finger-fuck a beautiful stranger in public and watch her taste herself," I confessed, my north-bound finger already finding the spongy mass of her g-spot. Not wanting to cum, though it was apparent by her cunt muscles clenching around my fingers that she was on the verge, she reluctantly reached down and extracted my fingers from her slit with an audible squishing sound. She raised her fingers to her lips and groaned. "Well, you found the right stranger." She placed my fingers tightly together and began to lick the tips, savoring her own flavors. "Ummmm, delicious nectar indeed," she purred. Out of the corner of my eye, I observed that our antics now had the attention of the older female bartender, and she looked none-too-pleased by the goings-on in the corner stools. Oblivious to this, Gloria took my fingers from her lips and placed them onto my own. I consumed the finger food greedily. "Mmmm, buttery taste, sweet, easy on the palette." She came as advertised. The grey-haired tender of the bar now stood in front of us, frowning like an annoyed school-marm who had caught the kids groping in the coat closet and was sending them to the principal's office. "Perhaps you two should consider taking these amorous displays to your room, before I have to call security," she said sternly. It was not a suggestion. "Why, that's a splendid idea, Shirley," I announced, glancing at her name badge. "I'm glad I took the liberty of reserving a suite on the concierge level." I took Gloria's hand with one of my own. "Could you please send us these glasses, and the remainder of the bottle, to Room 1021, please?" I placed a fifty on the counter, and escorted Gloria out into the lobby. The black businessman at the other end of the bar looked like his jaw would hit the ground. "Damn, son, have yourself one FINE evenin'," he muttered as Gloria sashayed by him. "One FINE evenin', mmm, mmm." The door to the elevator had barely closed when I fell to my knees and lifted Gloria's skirt to her navel and placed her leg over my shoulder, burying my nose in her mound without pretense. I parted the light salmon-hued folds of her outer labia and eagerly licked my way around the fleshy flaps. She was indeed delectable, and she squeezed the back of her head into her crotch to encourage my continued oral homage. The elevator dinged and eased its speed as we approached the fifth floor. There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that I was stopping my lapping, even if a posse of nuns wee getting on. As fate would have it, it was a portly young man in a light blue Marriott maintenance golf shirt. His own name badge said his name was Herb. Herb's eyes opened to the size of a owl with night-vision difficulties. I'm sure he'd seen his share of extracurricular activities in the course of his duties, but doubted that he'd ever had the proverbial owl's-eye-view of a pussy-eating seminar, up close and personal. Fortunately, my own instincts about Gloria proved correct, for not only did she NOT recoil in the slightest, but instead lifted her leg up onto the handrail and lifted the hem of her skirt higher, up to mid-tummy. providing Herb with unfettered visual access to my tongue snaking along the walls of her sopping cunt. "Why, hello, Herb," Gloria cooed, nonplussed. "Do you like my pussy?" Herb nodded and blushed, tugging up his baggy maintenance trousers in which he was no doubt developing a severe case of 'woodiness'. He hurriedly pushed the button for the next available floor on which to depart. He'd already missed the sixth floor, and so had to settle for the seventh. Portly Herb scrambled off the cab, probably moving faster than he ever did in the course of his normal duties. Before the doors closed, however, as my tongue lashing never once slowed, Gloria shouted out to him, "And do you know I just met this man less than an hour ago, Herb? Too bad you didn't get on the first floor with us." Now, that was slutty. My kind of woman. Gloria got off on the exhibitionism, as if I hadn't already sensed that. That kind of tidbit was going to come in as very handy knowledge indeed as our escapade continued. Bringing Gloria to the brink once again, but not over it, the doors opened on the top floor. I grabbed Gloria by her impossibly firm forty-plus-year-old buttocks and virtually wrestled her to the carpet of the tenth floor lobby, devouring her right on the corridor floor as she flopped and writhed and wrapped her strong arms around my head. Her legs spasmed wildly, stretched lewdly in a wide letter "y", which is where I was eating. Although I did not necessarily plan it that way, Gloria's back arched high off the carpet and I felt her folds open like the petal of a blossoming flower, and with a mighty shriek which echoed down the narrow hallway, she spewed a white, milky burst of ejaculate onto my face, cumming like the literal fast-flowing river. The door to Room 1018 opened a crack , no doubt to determine the source of the ear-splitting screams that could not have been mistaken other than anything than a woman in the throes of a volcanic orgasm. But in the middle of the hallway!?!? I looked up from between Gloria's legs, my face covered in her cum, and saw an attractive short-haired brunette, perhaps mid-thirties, dressed in a yellow cotton robe that exposed another set of toned legs (besides the ones now wrapped around neck). Even from my vantage point prone on the carpet and saturated by Gloria's fluids and aroma, I could smell the scent of strawberry shampoo or body lotion on the curious occupant. Gloria rose up from the floor and smiled slyly at the woman. "Got a little carried away, hun, sorry about that. But a woman's gotta cum where a woman's gotta cum, know what I mean?" The sexily shy brunette first tried to disguise a look of disgust, but her raven eyes betrayed her with a twinkle of lust. She eased the door shut, never taking her eyes off of Gloria's exposed golden triangle, dripping with after-shocks of cum. She sequestered back to her own room, no doubt prepared to indulge at some enthusiastic self-pleasure after witnessing the public cunninlingus exhibit. Finally, after seemingly threatening to be discovered by the entire populi of the hotel, Gloria and I gathered ourselves and stumbled down the hall to our suite. Gloria tugged at my crotch, which she hadn't even touched before now, and nibbled on my ear. "She was kinda hot in a preppy sorta way, stranger. What do you say that maybe we ask her to join us in a bit?" Talk about music to my ears! I slid the card into the slot and pushed Gloria inside. "You like women, too, do you, darlin'?" Gloria responded by dropping to her knees in front of me, and pushing me against the door, unbuttoning her blouse with one hand while extracting my cock from its zippered confinement with the other. "Mmmmm, I do, baby, I do. But not as much as a good piece of cock," she muttered, examining my still growing dick as it emerged from its shell. She began to teasingly lick the underside of my shaft while yanking my pants down to my ankles roughly. "Oooh, nice. I knew you'd be a big boy. You can't have that much confidence to pick up a married woman and not have a giant eel down there." She began to suck hungrily on my mushroom head. "Oh, and I love seafood. Buttery...and sweet. Yum." I just leaned back and enjoyed Gloria's talented mouth, resisting the urge to grab the back of her skull and face-fuck the married hottie. Gloria kept slathering my cock with huge gobs of saliva and then slithered it back into her mouth, reminiscent of the spaghetti-eating scene from the animated movie 'The Lady and the Tramp'. A fitting comparison, I mused, watching Gloria the Lady Tramp consume her seven-inch main course. After five minutes or so of her expert slobbery cocksucking, I was ready to blow unless I put an end to this particular phase of our now hour-long relationship. It was time to fuck, and to be watched. I picked her up, one hand gripping her formerly well-coiffed hair, the other cupping her chin, reminding her unequivocally who was to remain in control. Me. I led her to the plate-glass window which was directly across from the Morgan Stanley high-rise on Fayette Street. I pulled down her skirt which somehow had miraculously stayed on thus far. Gloria took the cue, spinning around so that her tits were mashed against the double-paned wide window with the panoramic view of Montgomery County. She put both palms on the window and spread her legs wide, her sandals still on her feet. She had transformed from the letter 'y' on the hallway floor to the letter 'X' in front of the window. Twenty-four letters left in which to contort her, I thought, slapping my dick against perhaps the tightest ass I have ever seen on a middle-aged woman. Gloria was reveling in the pending assault now, kindred exhibitionist souls wanting to be witnessed by as many voyeurs as we possibly could. "Fuck me," she hissed over her shoulder. "Fuck me with that big fucking cock for all to see." So I did. Ruthlessly. Relentlessly. With each violent thrust into her vice-like cunt, my big testicles pounded against her ass, causing them to turn pinker and pinker with each successive ball slap. I grabbed Gloria's hair once again, and tugged her neck backwards so I could kiss her, our only kiss since we shared the wine in our mouths. Hey, just where was that fucking wine anyway, I suddenly asked myself in the middle of the cunt-pounding. After all, I had a fifty dollar tip invested in this room service delivery. My mind was snapped back to the task at hand. While still kissing Gloria as I fucked her urgently, I saw a scene that we had both no doubt been wanting to evoke. I released my mouth from Gloria's and steered her head towards the office building directly across the street. One-by-one, apparently in a series of inter-office tweets, and texts, and e-mails and phone calls, the lucky workers of Morgan Stanley who were working late this evening pressed themselves into various offices to watch our torrid exercise. One group of men burst into applause, and although we could not hear them, we saw then clap and give us the thumbs-up, as they gave themselves high-fives. In yet another window, which looked to be a regal executive sweet from the look of the decor within, a fit dark-haired man in his fifties had already taken out his cock, and he quickly shot his seed onto the plate glass window. Even from across the street, we could see it was a prodigious burst. The janitorial staff would earn their money tonight. Hope they had a squeegee. An older secretary-type wanked herself on a plush leather chair in yet another window on a higher floor, her fingers vigorously plunging in and out of her cunt as her mouth was open in a silent 'O'. Another letter, this was like sexual ABC's. The dual sensors of watching while being watched was more than I could stand. Just before erupting with a hearty roar, I spun Gloria around, pushed her again to her knees, and taking her cue, she wrapped her luscious tits around my cock as I came all over her firm globes, splattering tiny pellets of cum onto her chin and cheek and collarbone. Though we could still not hear them, the stockbrokers and investment advisors across the street went berserk, like a Super Bowl touchdown had been scored, banging on the windows and jumping up and down with glee. The secretary licked her own fingers and coyly blew us a kiss. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Ah, the wine, perfect. A refresher before round two, I thought. Fully expecting a young delivery boy, Gloria bounded to the door, still naked and freshly covered with semen, wanting to shock the youngster with the best non-monetary tip he would ever receive. Instead, as she swung the door open while I stood with cum still oozing from my half-hard dick in front of the window, we went from 'shockers' to 'shock-ees'. There, with a cart containing an iced bucket of half-open Wairarapa merlot, stood the cute brunette from Room 1018. "I intercepted the delivery boy, I hope you don't mind. He was rather easy to persuade," she said, opening her robe to display a tight, petite body clad in a black camisole. "My name is Amber, by the way," she said in a foreign accent that sounded to be halfway around the world. "I'm from New Zealand." She leaned over and ducked her head to Gloria's chest and began to lick my still warm cum off of Gloria's breasts. "Ummm, buttery." Amber purred. "And sweet." Round two was already starting. Sensational. Sensations Her eyes were closed but she was there, very there, feeling all the sensations of the moment. She lay on the quilt she had spread on the living room floor in front of the stereo. Music drifted over her and around her, around them. Her glass of wine sat untouched on the coffee table amongst the candles burning there. The stick of incense sent shivering smoke into the room, casting its almost magic smell. Smells. Sounds. And his touch. All the sensations. He sat astride her as she lay on her stomach. His hands were covered with oil and working on her shoulders. A hint of eucalyptus came from his hands, mixing well with everything else. She was naked; so was he. The feel of his cock on her lower back and ass fed the moment with an erotic electricity, but it didn’t dominate, it complimented the feel of his hands and all the other elements of the moment. And she felt them all, each element, experienced them all, every one of them. His hands moved with strength and confidence, finding the right spots, working on the right muscles, the right connections. He worked from her shoulders down each arm to her hands, between her fingers, over her palms, and back up to her neck before moving on. He used his palms to work on the groove of her spine, moving himself down her body first, sitting lower, now almost astride her upper thighs, his cock touching her almost teasingly between her legs, near but not quite to her pussy. His hands worked together, moving, pressing, rubbing. He moved further down, spreading her legs so he could kneel between her knees, working on the backs of each leg, down to her calves, down to her feet. His thumbs pressed into the balls of her feet, her arches, between her toes, never stopping, never dwelling in one spot, always finding new places to touch, to work, to please her. She was exposed to him, she knew, her legs spread, her pussy open to his view. And he was watching her, she also knew. She could feel his eyes, taking her in, all of her. The thought of him looking appealed to her, it excited her to give herself to him that way, letting him see her without any hesitation or question. Finally his hands began to work back up her legs, one hand on each leg, moving upward, still working but moving to the last place to be taken care of, her ass, the last stop on all of his massages. His hands took her ass and began to work, pressing, massaging, working in circles before pressing again, working the muscles there but also teasing her in a special way. Her pussy was opening and closing as he worked her ass. His hands spread her and opened her and let her close. She could feel the wet partings of her pussy, the lingering releases that came with each pull of his hands. Again, she knew he was watching, knew he was enjoying the look of her swollen, slick lips, knew he was excited by the yawning pucker of her ass as it changed it shape and moved with his hands. His hands drew away from her and she waited, knowing. First one hand touched her, pulling back one cheek, then she felt it, the blunt tapered tip of the butt plug, their new toy. The slick tip pressed against her ass gently, serving notice almost before beginning its slide inside her. The butt plug was small, but large enough, its slick surface was warmed by his hands and the oil. It slide inside her easily, smoothly, until she felt the ring of her ass fall over the crest, her muscle ring coming to rest on the smaller hilt of the plug. The flat end of the plug was pressed against her ass cheeks. She had it all. And it would stay in place as long as she wanted. She felt him lean back to look at her. The feel of his eyes on her was almost as strong as his hands. “Oh, God,” she murmured before thinking. He reached for his wineglass and took a sip, but she didn’t see. Her eyes were still closed. Sensations [I write this in the expectation that the female view will be given in response.] Our senses are sight, sound, smell, feel and taste. It is difficult to arrange those in the order that they appear in sexual arousal to completion. Usually I am attracted to a woman first by the sight of her, perhaps though first by the sound of her voice, smell of her perfume or natural pheromones. Always feel and taste has followed later if any contact at all is made. I am drawn to a woman with an attractive body. A pretty face is a beginning. A pretty face is one well-shaped, nice eyebrows, eyelashes, clear even glistening eyes, an aquiline or unusual nose, defined cheekbones, full lips, well-formed teeth preferably white, not discolored, and a firm chin. Her ears are inviting, well-formed; neck slender; hair of any color obviously clean and cared for well. She has an hour-glass figure - larger at the top than the waist and broader in the hips than at the waist. Her arms are slender, the biceps larger than the forearms; hands soft appearing with thin, long fingers. Her thighs are larger than her calves, her thighs, knees and calves make contact in between them. Her feet are on the smaller side. Big tits nor a fat ass attract me, but firmness of both is a plus, as well as distinct rounded buttocks defining her definitely as a woman. Her voice will be distinct, not tinny, but in the range expected of a woman. A slightly husky, I might even say lusty voice is a plus. She will smell clean, perhaps even sweaty if she has been exercising as in walking, running or working out in a gym. Her perfume or cologne will be subtle, not overpowering. Better yet her natural pheromones will exude sexuality. I will want to touch her. I like touching as I talk with a woman if she is willing. If I touch her I expect to feel soft yet firm flesh on an innocent part of her body, like her arm, shoulder or back. Feeling, perhaps seeing fine hairs, for example, on her arms enhances my interest. Fine hairs on a woman's belly, buttocks drive me wild with lust. If she allows us to go beyond the innocent touching I will want to touch her more intimately, to kiss her hands, delicate fingers, her neck. Kissing her I will taste her still in a rather innocent way. If we go beyond that to beginning intimacy, I will delight in the feel of her lips and tongue as we kiss mouth to mouth. I will be thrilled by feel, smell and taste of her as I kiss her face, neck, ears, shoulders. With her permission and the situation allowing, we will undress more. I will revel in the sight of her skin, her breasts if they are exposed - the contrast in the texture of her tit flesh, areola and nipples, color of her breasts, areola and nipples. If she allows me to kiss, lick, suck her breasts I will love the feel, taste, smell; the sound of my mouth slurping on her titties, the taste changing with my saliva and the feel of her nipples erecting in my mouth. I will kiss down her soft belly, tongue her navel, feeling her with my hands on her tender skin, see the fine hairs on the further exposed parts of her body, the curly hair above, maybe surrounding her sex - her beautiful pussy. I will be so excited by that most intimate part of her body, at first the sight, smell of it. I will want to kiss, lick it, part her outer petals with my tongue and lips, feel them opening, feel her softer inner lips, taste her musk, juices if they are flowing and feel them on my tongue, lips and face, hear the squishing sounds, the sounds of her voice. My hands will be busy on her body, breasts, stomach, buttocks, legs feeling her fine flesh. If she is willing I will tongue down further, kiss, lick her inner thighs, the backs of her legs, her feet, toes, return to her pussy. Work it, her clit especially with my tongue and mouth, swab through her gaping lips, raise her legs to kiss, lick her butt, lick her crack and rim her back hole - the flesh there firmer, crenolated until I open it with my tongue. Finger her pussy, thumb her clit while rimming her ass. Her pubic hairs will tickle my nose, lips and chin. Likewise the fur in her ass crack if she if hairy there. My cock will be hard, erect, oozing pre-cum. I will come back up on her, feel her breasts on my chest, guide my cock to her sweet, wet, flower-petaled opening or relish the feel of her doing that. I will swab the mushroom crown head up and down between her lips, feel her clit with it, position it to her opening and put the knob into her, or again relish the feel of her doing that. That will feel so glorious for me - the wetness, softness, the enveloping flesh of her pussy as I slide up into her to the hilt, my pubic hairs and hers pressed together. I will draw back slowly feeling her channel on my rod, unbelieveable sensations in the head of my cock, the gushy sound of our squishing together, our mingled smells, the sweat on our bodies. I will kiss her while moving back and forth, tasting us in her mouth, kiss, lick, suck her nipples, hands feeling her, seeking her best sensations. We will rise to the heights of sexual excitement, fucking lovingly, seeking our orgasms, her's first, several if she can, then mine. The grand feelings of her pussy clamping and relaxing on my cock, my cock shooting its heavy load of creamy cum will culminate such good sensations for me - all of the feels, sights, sounds, smells and tastes of making love with this fine woman. We will relax together cuddling, relishing all the wonderful sensations, kissing more, feeling more, smelling our sex together, tasting each other, enjoying the beauty of each other. Being a man, of course, I will be thinking of our next time, what more we might do together. How else may we enjoy the sensations - sight, sound, smell, feel and taste of each other. Sensations Nathan held Chloe tightly in his arms as Derek and the Dominoes serenaded them with Layla. It was one of Chloe's favourite songs and whenever he heard it and saw that look of fondness in her eyes, he felt a growing warmth within. He felt that it was their song, and Chloe seemed to silently agree. They had been friends for several months and had gotten quite close. Then Nathan had decided to take the chance and ask her out. She agreed, but made it clear that she wanted to take things very slow. She had so many firsts and while she wished they could all be with him, she wasn't about to rush things and ruin it all. He accepted her terms. He cared for her so much that he could control the unbearable urge to kiss her as long as he could hold her in his arms. But today, that lust felt more like lustful love. He knew she meant more to him than anyone, but he had yet to be sure he was in love. And he was not prepared to make the mistake of telling her and then realising it was false. He couldn't bear to hurt Chloe or himself like that. It had been only a couple of weeks since they had been 'officially dating', but they had become much closer personally. They were more open about their feelings for each other, and didn't hold back their thoughts from one another. Nathan felt that he could have something real with Chloe. Something that had been sorely missing in his earlier relationships. Chloe, this being her first relationship, was very nervous. She wanted to be closer physically to Nathan, and her raging teenage lust was kept at bay only by how much she cared for him. He meant more to her than she could explain. She cared for him so much, and when he held her in the comfort of his arms, she felt safe and warm. She never wanted him to let go. Despite wanting to take things slow, she felt she owed it to Nathan and to herself to show her appreciation for being so patient. So understanding. As she thought about how amazing he was to her, she couldn't help but smile, and when he saw that, he squeezed her gently, and she let out a comforted sigh. Her contented response encouraged Nathan. They were alone in her house. There was no chance of anyone disturbing them in her bedroom. And as he held her, he wished she would let him please her physically as well as emotionally. He felt that showing her pleasures she had never before felt would bring them closer together. Show her just how much he longed for her. How much he wanted to satisfy her. But he knew she wanted to take things slowly. And she was more than worth the wait as far a Nathan was concerned. And yet he got the impression that she wanted something more today as well. Perhaps she was ready for their first kiss. And if she was, he wanted to make it a memorable one. He wanted her to feel special and loved and beautiful. As Chloe lay in Nathan's arms, she bit her lip and closed her eyes as the desire to be closer to him began to take over. The song. The empty house. His body heat. It all became arousing, and she had to steady herself. Nathan saw the look of restraint on her face and he knew that she wanted him to kiss her. And suddenly it felt right. He couldn't explain it, but he felt that this was the right time to kiss her. To embrace her as she had never been embraced before. Nathan loosened his hold on her, and she turned to look at him, a look on her sweet face as though she was puzzled by his actions. But as she saw the look of desire and caring in his eyes, she froze. She didn't know what to do. In that moment, as his fingers slowly traversed her cheek, she felt as though she was not in control of herself. She couldn't explain it. As Nathan leaned in closer to her, the distance between their lips gradually closing, she felt herself lost in nerves. She didn't know what else to do but give in to her desires. As Nathan's lips touched hers for the first time she breathed in heavily through her nose. She closed her eyes and let the new and wonderful feeling wash over her. It was a very emotional moment and she wished that it would not end. Nathan ran his arms around her and pulled her close to him as he parted her lips with his tongue. Just knowing that she had never kissed anyone before made the moment all the more incredible for him, and he began to feel himself lost in her luscious lips. As Nathan's tongue entered her mouth, Chloe opened her eyes with surprise. The sudden act had startled her, but that feeling of surprise was almost instantly replaced with pleasure. She had had no idea how good it could feel. As his tongue invaded her mouth, she felt herself becoming weak with bliss. It was staggering. She felt so good. She couldn't help but allow a small moan to escape her locked lips. This response sent a surge of encouragement through Nathan. The rush of the kiss began to make his desire to please her overwhelm him. He slid one hand under her jumper to the sensitive area at her side. He caressed it tenderly and allowed his other hand to follow suit at her other side. She moaned slightly again. After an undeterminable period of pleasurable time for both of them, Chloe pulled back. At first, Nathan was horrified, thinking she would hate him for rushing things. But she smiled. She was merely out of breath. "Wow..." escaped her lips with her recovering heavy breathing. Nathan did not respond, instead he took the opportunity to move his lips to her neck. He kissed her at a point he knew to be sensitive for her. He felt her breathing increase somewhat and he knew he had found the right spot. Chloe moaned as Nathan's kisses caused her to melt. She had never felt such pleasure before, and accompanied with the aftermath of her fist kiss, this was heaven. She let her instincts guide her tongue in massaging his as it once more returned to probe her mouth. Her eyes, while closed, rolled back as she was lost in the intensity. Chloe felt something strange yet powerful taking over her body. Her mind. At first, in her pleased delirium, she could not identify it, but it rapidly revealed itself to be lust. More potent than she had ever known it. Her entire body became warm all at once. She felt her sensitive nipples harden beneath the hold of her cotton bra. She felt an inner heat deep within her naval. It was all too much for her and she was certain she would collapse. She allowed herself to give into Nathan's every touch. As he lowered her gently onto her bed, one hand continued to caress her sensitive side, while the other made its way to her outer thigh, beginning a caress there through the thin material of her trousers. Nathan was lost in her lips, her tongue, and had to allow his intuition to guide his caressing. As she moaned gently into his mouth, he felt the familiar warmth of lust inside, though this time it felt more emotional. It felt right, somehow. He couldn't explain it, and his head was too dizzy to try. The feeling of proximity of Nathan's hand, so close to her burning naval caused the rising heat within her to shoot upwards in intensity. She felt her body stiffen momentarily, and that brought their heated bodies closer. Nathan worked his hand down her leg and moved it low onto her inner thigh. Ever so gradually, he massaged upwards, as his other hand moved towards her heaving breasts pushed into his chest. Chloe nerves were rising almost as fast as her lustful desire as Nathan caresses neared the most sensitive areas of her body. As his hand met the cotton of her bra, Chloe froze. Her tongue and lips stopped their massaging and she lowered her head onto the bed, pulling back from Nathan. Once again, Nathan was terrified that he had pushed his beloved too far. This time, Chloe did not smile and urge him onward. She bit her lower lip, and a look of anxiety crossed her face as she took her arms from around him and began to shakingly undo the buttons of her blouse. Each exhale causing nervous shudder. Nathan looked lovingly and comfortingly into her eyes, and moved his hand from her bra to her sweet face, gently running his fingers down her cheek, pushing back her deep red hair. For a moment he thought of the symbolism of her hair. Such a passionate colour. But as Chloe parted her blouse and revealed her covered bust, his eyes widened and he found himself speechless and thoughtless. Though he had seen bare breasts before, as well as ones supported within bras, the emotional bond between him and Chloe made this offering of hers all the more meaningful. Nathan sat up straight, his hand still resting on her inner thigh, mere inches from her lips. Chloe sat up to allow the silky blouse to slide from her arms onto the bed. She was about to reach for the rear clasp to undo the bra, when Nathan leaned into her and whispered. "Allow me..." As he manoeuvred both hands to her smoother-than-smooth back and to the clasp of her bra, he allowed his tongue to delve into her ear. Slowly at first, working around the edges. He felt her melt into his arms and he could tell by the moving of her cheek against his that she was smiling with enchantment. Chloe had never thought that Nathan could know so many ways to please her. His tongue in her ear, though strange at first, was tinglingly pleasant. She once again bit her lip as Nathan pulled back, steadily sliding the loosened straps of her bra from her shoulders. As he did so, she pulled her arms together, covering her breasts as she finished the removal. When Chloe revealed her breasts to Nathan, he could see the nervousness in her eyes. He knew she wanted to hear that they were breathtaking, but he felt that some things can be expressed better without words. Carefully, Nathan lowered Chloe onto her back, kissed her lips momentarily, fighting the desire to lunge his tongue between her lips yet again. He kissed his way downward slowly, enhancing the feeling for both parties. He kissed her chin. Her neck. The top of her chest, and finally, the top of her breast. One by one, he kissed every inch of each, careful to avoid the sensitive nipple and areola of each. Chloe felt a pleasant quivering as Nathan kisses enveloped each of her breasts, save the most receptive areas. It felt so good, and she felt the warmth deep within her grow. Once satisfied that he had given equal attention to each breast so far, Nathan made his move on her sensitive, pointing nipples. The right, he fondled delicately with his thumb and forefinger, while he licked around the left, before taking it between his lips. Chloe gasped as Nathan suckled her hard nipple. She moaned responsively, and her head rolled back as Nathan's free hand returned to her inner thigh. Nathan finally brought his hand into contact with the groin of Chloe's trousers. He applied a soft pressure as he continued to stimulate her susceptible nipples. As he stroked tenderly through her trousers, Chloe pushed her hips up into his hand, increasing the pressure of contact. The desire was becoming aching at this stage. Chloe knew how good it felt for her fingers to stimulate her there, and given the sensations Nathan had shown her thus far, she longed for his fingers to stimulate her as only she had done previously. Nathan repositioned himself, raising himself higher up Chloe's body. He brought his lips and tongue back to hers and embraced her once more. He moved a hand from her breast to the rich red hair at the back of her head, while the other hand moved onto her bare stomach, before sliding slowly beneath the veil of her trousers. Nathan decided to keep the pleasurable anticipation going by keeping his hand outside her soft underwear. He began a slow rubbing of her crotch through her underwear. Instantly, Nathan felt the heat of Chloe's vagina, and within seconds, he could actually feel her becoming damp with pleasure. This knowledge of his talent at pleasing her drove him beyond encouragement. It was now the point of no return. Nathan was now determined to make his beloved orgasm at his touch. He wanted her to feel incredulous. Above all, he wanted to make her happy. To satisfy her. Bring her to new realms of pleasure. As their tongues began a deeper, stronger, more passionate clinch, Chloe moved her hips to coincide with Nathan's fondling of her vagina through her increasingly damp underwear. Both lovers were now so lost in their combined world of ecstasy that neither could tell just how long or short a time it was before Chloe pulled heavily back from Nathan's tongue, driving her hips into his fingers, as she clenched her legs tightly around his hand. Her back arched, eyes wide she moaned, screamed and exhaled forcefully as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure enraptured her entirely. After several seconds in the one solidified position, she fell back onto the bed. Chloe began convulsive breath-catching, a distant look of pleasure evident on her innocent face. Nathan held her head in his had and leaned in to kiss her neck and hold her softly. He felt proud and glad. He had given her her first intense, powerful orgasm. He could not contain himself anymore, and had to shake his hips to allow room for his throbbing erection, intensified by the knowledge that he had given his beloved Chloe such pleasure. He had succeeded in showing her new realms of pleasure. And yet, he knew he could do more. As much as he would have loved to just stop there and hold her as she recovered from this phenomenon, he knew that he could make this day even more memorable for her. For them both. As Chloe began to calm down, Nathan smiled and looked deep into her eyes. She was lost for words. She could think of no way to express to him what she had experienced. He had shown her just how powerful an orgasm could be. Not that she would require it, but her touch would now pale in comparison to his. "Thank you..." she sighed, exhausted. Nathan smiled. Kissed her gently on the lips. The neck. Breasts. Nipples. Stomach. As he reached the brim of her trousers, he hooked his fingers around the sides and began to lower her trousers. Chloe mastered intuitively the energy to raise her hips and permit his removal of her trousers, followed by her panties, which stuck slightly to her now wet vagina. Chloe saw the look of lust in Nathan's eyes as he noticed just how wet she was. It strengthened his feeling of happiness at having pleasured his adored, while at the same time raising the burning lust within him. Nathan barely managed to control himself enough to slowly kiss his way up along her legs. She parted gladly, not really sure if she could take what was coming. Her mind and body still weak, she could not even acknowledge what was about to come, her thoughts dissipated before they could coherently form. Nathan's kisses finally reached the naval of his treasured, and he began to tentatively kiss the area around her vaginal lips. When he felt her vaginal juices on his lips, he paused. His tongue cleaned his lips of the smooth, yet sticky substance. His eyes widened, lungs inhaled, startled by the succulence. That was it. The final straw. He could no longer contain himself. He kissed her vaginal lips, and held her thighs down on the bed as he slowly ran the tip of his tongue right the way up along her vaginal lips. While Nathan was lost in how delectable she tasted, Chloe felt herself losing control all over again as his tongue slowly, dangerously slowly, parted her vaginal lips and penetrated inside her. The pleasure was so much she felt her body becoming numb all over save her vagina, as though all of her remaining energy was being drawn there to achieve the maximum amount of pleasure from the experience. Chloe began to moan loader and loader as Nathan's tongue probed deeper and wider. When he eventually reached her clitoris, barely brushing off of it, Chloe screamed. The current pleasure accompanied with extreme anticipation was too much. Nathan had to hold Chloe's legs apart with his arms in order to stop her from crushing his head. Chloe began to feel as though such pleasures were beyond that of human possibility. Her vision began to blear and she felt an awe inspiring wave of sudden alertness throughout her intensely hot body as Nathan wrapped his lips around her clitoris and began to suckle ever so carefully on her most sensitive of places. Chloe screamed so loud that despite her thighs muffling all sound, Nathan's ears were assaulted by the severity of her vocal emission. But the pain quickly subsided. For as wave of god-like rapture enveloped Chloe's in an entirety of pure, unadulterated bliss, waves of Chloe's divine juices poured, literally, into his mouth, enveloping his tongue in a substance that would cause a god's mouth to water. Both lovers collapsed as they were. After an undeterminable period of time, they awoke together, Chloe's body sprawled across her ruffled bed, Nathan's head between her legs. Nathan, the only one of the two having any energy left, crawled up to his darling, and wrapped his arms around her limp body as her only working muscles forced an ultimately-contented smile. Not really knowing where came from, Nathan could only speak a few naturally-flowing words, filled with emotion and love. "How was it for you?.." Sensations Inspired by a lovely Liverpudlian lass. I. Sight They lie together, legs entwined. Kissing passionately. Their mouths hungering for each other, tongues flickering back and forth, hands stroking, arms clasping. He breaks the kiss, strokes her hair back, looks deep into her shining eyes and asks: "Do you want to try? I mean, the stuff we talked about?" She closes her eyes for a second, and he gazes on her beauty. Those pouting lips, the bottom one hanging loose ... quivering slightly? Then she looks back up at him, resolute, desiring. "Yes," she whispers. "Please." They kiss again, deeply. Then he shifts away, pulls her into a sitting position. He moves behind her on the bed and there is a rustling sound. "Close your eyes," he says. She does, and then feels a soft cloth being tied gently -- but firmly -- around her head in a wide band. Her heart seems to skip a beat, she tries opening her eyes again -- but no, the blindfold is a good one, she can't see a thing. He embraces her from behind, speaks softly in her left ear. "You know I only want to give you pleasure," he says. She nods, a quick jerk of the head, but he feels a tremor run through her at the same time. "Relax." She lies back on the bed. She feels his weight shift, understands from the motion of the mattress that he is lying beside her, on her left. She feels his hand take hers. "We're just going to lie here and let you get comfortable," he says. "Only when you're ready will we do anything else." They lie still together, his fingers stroking over hers. Her breathing deepens, he senses her muscles loosen and turns his head to whisper in her ear. "Just imagine you're gently starting to float off the bed. Very slowly, very gently, just hovering just off the bed. It feels very comfortable, like you're on cotton wool, very soft. And it means you'll be able to concentrate on all the sensations. You can move all you like, you're not restrained, but you're floating, like in water. Like at the lake." --- A person who loses the use of one of their senses may find that the others become heightened, to compensate. Those who find they cannot see, for instance due to being blindfolded, may become more sensitive to touch (tingle) or to auditory stimuli. Without visual cues, too, they may be able to immerse themselves more fully in an imagined situation (float). --- She remembers the lake. A blinding summer's day, the sky so blue it made her heart leap, a day when everything seems more vivid. The greenery of the wood, stones and branches cracking underfoot, giving way to the shore and the gently lapping water. She'd skipped down to the water's edge, discarding her shoes and then, rapidly, her clothes -- well, they were miles out in the wilderness, who was going to see? -- before wading out into the lake. The cold fresh water had felt delicious on her skin, mounting her thighs as she moved deeper, generating delightful, naughty shivers as it first touched her pussy and then her nipples. She dived, swum out into the lake and then turned to float on her back, watching the sky, the tiny puffs of cloud drifting across her vision. --- II. Sixth Sense "I'm floating," she murmurs. And strangely, even though she knows he's lying there next to her, she can't quite feel him or the bed anymore. She feels his hand on hers, like a tether or an anchor, and she holds him tightly. "I'm here," he says, and her grip loosens. "I'll always be right here." She floats. "We're going to start with me moving my hands gently over you. Over your gorgeous curves, every single part of you, your beautiful breasts, your legs ... your wonderful pussy," he says, his voice suddenly close to her ear, his lips grazing against the lobe and sending sparks of feeling pulsing through her. He moves then, his hands hovering just above her skin, starting at her shoulders, then slowly gliding down, over her tits, moving with her breathing, describing their curve. She senses the movement, more through heat and intuition than anything else. The heat of his palms radiating onto her skin, the sensation rippling outwards, or just that knowledge that someone is close even when you can't see them. "Touch me," she whispers. "Not yet." His hands circle her breasts and he has to fight off the urge to touch them, caress them. Instead he exhales and moves his hands down, over her belly, down the outside of her thighs, past her calves, to her feet. She lets the feeling-not-feeling wash over her, breathes deeply. Her sense of arousal -- already fired by their kissing, embracing, holding -- deepens. His hands make several passes like that, from head to toe, refusing to touch her where she most wants to be touched. With each motion, the sensation that he is touching-not-touching her grows. Curiously, she begins to feel that he is moving her hands over her back as well, down to her bottom, over the curves there too, down the back of her thighs. The bed seems to have melted away, as insubstantial as candy floss. "Please, touch me!" "Not yet." The movement changes again. Now his hands move with exquisite slowness up the inside of her legs. Past the swell of her calves, lingering at the knee, before climbing higher, onto her thighs where the muscles are firing and twitching, making her tremble. He doesn't stop. His hands move higher again, until they come to rest over her pussy, almost cupping it, almost touching her, almost stroking her. Even though she writhes, feeling the heat from his hands, wanting so badly for his fingers to touch her, to rub her clit, to thrust inside her, she seems not to be able to reach them, no matter what she does. His hands remain a fraction above her skin however she contorts herself, deliciously just out of reach, moulding themselves to her body, like the water in the lake enveloping her. --- The skin, in addition to feeling touch (tingle) through mechanoreceptors, can also feel heat (hands gliding) through thermoreceptors. (please touch me ... please). These can warn of danger, for instance to prevent a person touching something that would burn them on contact. They also detect when the surroundings are lower than body temperature. --- Her body had soon acclimatised to the cold water of the lake, her skin transmitting to her brain the initial shock but then the pleasure of the coolness surrounding her in the heat of that summer's day. She'd floated, watching the sky, feeling gentle ripples in the lake washing over her, gently moving her limbs, and she'd drifted with them. Drifting and floating, gliding and shifting, and almost without realising it, almost without thinking, her right hand had moved between her legs -- well, they were miles out in the wilderness, who was going to know? -- and her fingers had hovered just above her pussy. Teasing herself. Imagining that the sky, the sun, the clouds could see her thinking about playing with herself. --- III. Touch She aches now to be touched, her skin jangling, a throbbing building deep inside her and moving to her nipples and her pussy. She can feel how wet she is, the heat mounting. Even so, when his fingertips first graze against her, it is a shock, a jolt, like electricity coursing through her. She realises with that touch that the blindfold and her imagination have done their job -- all she can feel is his fingers against her skin, almost burning her, it seems. She thinks she can feel the whorls and grooves that make up his fingerprints, sense the pores of his skin rubbing against her. The bed is long gone from underneath her. "Aaaah," she sighs. "Touch me!" He doesn't reply, but his fingers sweep over her skin, tracing what feel like intricate patterns. A single finger slides down her spine, trailing sensation in its wake, then two fingers dance like feathers down her neck. His hands move down, skittering over her thighs, dancing down her calves, then back up to circle her bottom, dipping briefly between her cheeks and sending a shiver through her. Then back up, up, and finally, finally, sweetness suffuses her as he envelopes her tits in his hands. The sensation almost sends her reeling as she feels him rub his thumbs over her nipples, almost roughly, the skin dragging and rolling under his touch. She can feel the weathered skin there on his hands, as they dance over her breasts, returning again to the hard nubs of her nipples, gently squeezing and pulling on them. She bucks her hips, knowing suddenly that she needs his fingers now between her legs. He doesn't seem to take the hint, his hands continuing to stroke, squeeze, rub her tits and nipples, a wonderful feeling, but not enough, not enough, not enough. "Please," she almost whimpers. "I need you to touch my cunt." She wonders at her choice of word. While not completely averse to it, she avoids that particular word normally. But it suddenly feels so right, floating out here-somewhere-nowhere, giving in to her feelings completely. His fingers shift, leaving her tits and gliding lower. She has time for a brief pang of regret at the lack of attention being paid to her stiff, sensitive nipples. But then a single finger glides down and then stops, the tip resting lightly on her clit, and all regret is gone. He must have licked his finger at some point -- either that or she's wetter than she's ever been -- as his finger glides effortlessly round her clit, encircling her pleasure, the motion in the letter 'o' mimicked by her lips as she gasps with the intensity of it. "Yes," she pants. "Yes, yes, yes, yes. God yes. Now get those fingers inside me and fuck my cunt with them." She feels his hand rotate, his index finger gliding lower and then tucking itself between her lips, driving deeply in and his thumb coming to rest on her clit, pressing lightly. Another finger joins his first inside her, then a third, filling her. She floats further, feeling as if only her pussy exists, that her only purpose is to be fucked by his fingers and almost burn with pleasure. Her skin seems to be rippling with waves of cold and hot, like sudden rain on a sunny day. --- The nervous (relax) system is built of neurons, single cells that can extend to over a metre in length. These cells carry electrical impulses (tingle) from receptors, such as the skin's mechanoreceptors and thermoceptors, at speeds of around 100 metres per second. The five senses (can't see, but can feel, oh god, can feel) are powered by the nervous system. --- She'd floated in the cool lake, her left hand clutching at her breast, her right hand rocking back and forth between her legs. She'd pushed two fingers deep into her pussy, feverishly fucking herself, eyes staring up at the sky, where rain clouds were gathering. She'd cried out -- well, they were miles out in the wilderness, who was going to hear? -- when her fingers first moved inside her, the contrast between the cold water and the heat of her pussy almost shocking. Then she'd closed her eyes and floated away on the motion she'd created, her thighs moving in time with the tendons in her forearm, flexing to drive her fingers deeper each time into her hungry cunt. At first she hadn't understood the new feeling, the splashes of cold on her face contrasting with the flush generated by her masturbation. She opened her eyes to find raindrops falling, clouds racing over the lake, and laughed at how alive she felt. --- IV. Hearing Suddenly he is close, whispering in her right ear. "Oh, my gorgeous darling, my angel, my wonder. I almost wish you weren't wearing the blindfold, so you could see how beautiful you are now, your body reacting to my touch. "You can't see either the effect it's having on me. You haven't touched me, I haven't touched myself, but I'm absolutely rock-hard, and leaking precum everywhere. "I'm not going to stop, either. I'm going to keep my hands moving on you, worshipping your tits, your arse, your cunt, your legs, your arms, your neck, your back. "I'll switch from stroking you like a feather to driving hard inside you, from roughly rubbing your swollen clit to dancing over your nipples." She shivers at his voice, marvelling at the tones she is hearing that she hasn't heard before in it. His voice seems to route itself directly into her brain, bypassing that normal stage where she makes sense of things, analyses and decides on a response. "And we're nowhere near finished yet," he says. "I want you to float and feel, soak up the pleasure until you're fit to burst, until the pressure is unbearable, until you cum harder than you ever believed possible. "Now I want you to tell me what you're feeling," he says. "And I'll just keep going here, playing with your nipples, fucking your cunt with my fingers, feeling how hot and wet you are, as you float with me." She doesn't quite know where to begin, she has floated so far that the world of words and sense seems far away. Incoherent sobs and gasps seem like the only way to communicate. "Fuck," she begins. "Fuuuck. I ... I can't believe what you're doing to me (pant). I can only feel ... fuck ... your fingers pistoning in and out of my cunt, my wet, dripping cunt ... I want to be your slut, use me however you want (gasp) just don't fucking stop. Don't stop. Don't stop." He keeps one hand busy with her cunt, but moves the other down from her tit, over her belly and round to her bottom. His finger quests, probes between her beautiful cheeks, hovers over the hole buried there, almost as if asking permission, the question nearly audible inside her head. "Yes," she exhales. "Yes, god, yes, fuck me there as well. Fill my holes. I want you in my cunt and my arse at the same time. It feels so ... so fucking good." Again, she wonders at just how wet she is, as his finger glides smoothly into her arse, no friction, no pain, even as a second finger joins the first. His hands move together, finger-fucking her deeper and harder. "I can't even begin to imagine (sigh) how filthy that must look," she says. "But I can hear how wet I am from your fingers sliding in and out of me, god, I've never been so turned on. All that exists is my cunt and my arse and your hands, your wonderful hands, your darling hands." "You look gorgeous. And feel gorgeous. And sound gorgeous," he whispers in her left ear. "And I'm just not going to stop. Maybe you can feel the start of your orgasm coming, but it's going to take a while to get there yet. "I'm just going to keep going, my fingers buried as deep as I can get them in your beatiful cunt, your darling arse, my thumb rubbing over your clit," his voice deepens, taking on rumbling, crackling tones in her right ear. "My hands ... your cunt ... your arse ... your clit ... your pussy ... your ... my ... your ..." She drifts away on his voice, no longer knowing where it is coming from. --- Sound waves (pleasure wash) cover a mile every five seconds. The vibrations in the air are detected by the ear and turned into impulses (oh god, don't stop, keep talking, your voice is driving me crazy) that feed into the brain. The location of the ears on both sides of the head also allow for the source of a sound to be located in space (floating out here, seeing stars, shooting comets pulsing through me). --- The water in the lake had suddenly seemed colder, and she'd moved more frantically -- well, they were miles out in the wilderness, who was going to know? -- her hands clasping, stroking, penetrating, pistoning, pinching, rolling, circling, exciting. The rain had arrived in earnest now, the drops striking her upturned face, falling in her mouth as she panted and gasped. Thunder rolled in the distance, rumbling and crackling. She'd frozen then, suddenly panicked, caught between fear and passion. But the sound was far away, and her desire to cum had quickly reasserted itself. As the thunder rolled again, her movements became more feverish, groping harder, pushing deeper, wanting more. --- V. Taste Suddenly there is a new sensation. His tongue flicks the tip of her left nipple, then his mouth engulfs it, the heat she feels quite amazing, the sensation dizzying as he encircles the stiff flesh. She cries out, the wetness on her tit somehow combining with the wetness in her pussy, his fingers still buried deep inside her. Then the feeling expands, she feels him try to suck as much as he can of her tit into his hot, wet mouth, the lips wide open in an 'O' shape, sucking hard, his tongue sweeping back and forth over her. He stops for a second. "Now I'm going to taste you," he growls. "But first it's your turn." As his mouth moves to her other breast, taking the nipple deep in the same way, feeding on her, she feels his fingers withdraw from her aching cunt. She senses them rise up her body, past his head, his ferociously sucking mouth, and licks her lips, knowing what is coming. He pushes his fingers roughly into her mouth, cramming them over her tongue and letting her taste her pussy. She sucks hungrily on them, adoring her flavour, wanting every last drop of her juice. He repeats the motion, fingers moving from mouth to cunt to mouth to cunt to mouth as his tongue continues to tease, torment and devour her breasts. Each time her pussy tastes sweeter, stronger, a distillation of lust and sex. She floats. And then she feels him floating with her, adopting a new position. His arms looping first over her thighs, then under them, his hands clamping onto her arse. His chest pushing her legs further apart still, her pussy stretching as he rises toward her. His head, oh god, his head, coming to rest just above her cunt, his breath coming in short gasps, the exhalations hitting her clit like electric shocks. And then he licks her, his tongue running from the bottom of her pussy lips up, up, over her clit, and the world spins away. He repeats the motion, the flat blade of his tongue rubbing over her, the tip of his tongue hard and probing, dipping just into her cunt before retreating to circle her clit. Suddenly, she hears him in her head, even though his mouth remains locked to her cunt, his tongue burying itself deeper with every stroke. "My darling, you taste wonderful," he groans, the sound somehow inside her, travelling up her spine to her brain. "I adore your cunt, I love your pussy." He shifts his mouth higher, sucking on her clit now, pulling it into his mouth but moving his tongue back, so all she can feel is the tension there. Suddenly his tongue licks forward, hard over her clit, her hips buck and she floats away again, pulling him with her. --- The tongue contains around 10,000 taste buds, which can detect five distinct tastes: sweet (sex), bitter, savoury, salty and sour. The clitoris (god yes lick me, lick my fucking clit, suck me, suck me, jesus) is packed with nerve endings in a similar way as the head of the penis. (don't stop, fuck me with your tongue, lick me, god, bury your head in my cunt.) --- The thunder had moved closer now, the lake no longer calm, the rain hammering down on her. But she didn't stop. She had felt the waves rolling over her, had willed them on. Three fingers buried deep in her cunt, her nipples on fire, the taste of the rain in her mouth, the scent of lightning in the air. Her thighs convulsing, her breath coming only in gasps, the sky churning above her. --- VI. Everything Her head is spinning. She no longer knows which way is up, down, left or right. She has no idea how long this has been going on for -- hours? dear god, days? -- just that her cunt is flooded and his tongue is performing magic tricks. She floats, dives, spins, turns, soars through space. Sensations They had been friends for 20 years, & in all that time he had felt attracted to her. They'd had many long conversations about sex over the years, yet had never acted upon them. When he tried to start something up, she often seemed stand-offish, & sometimes shy or even afraid of him. Figures. He should have never told her so much about his fantasies. Yeah, it was a dumb thing for a guy in his 40's & 50's to do, wasn't it? Bob knew he wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box when it comes to the art of seduction, & it frankly pissed him off, but he accepted that there were other things he really was good at, & hopefully it all balanced out in the end. Rob's fantasies often revolved around his being forced to do things for women, yet at other times they involved the taking of a woman so completely that she would be his forever. Silly stuff, & probably not all that unusual for many many people, yet when these things are voiced, it is easy to see how they might make a potential partner a little reluctant to join in. Stephanie was a beautiful woman in his eyes. Tall, nearly as tall as his six foot two build, Steoh had a unique lifestyle. She had retired early, at the age of 43, had an isolated cabin on a wooded lot. Now, at age 50-something, she lived a fairly relaxed life. She had a large perfectly-shaped ass that he was always gawking at whenever they were together, if he thought he could get away with it. Her breasts were large, as well, & from what he could see, they had large nipples that were probably the perfect pink color, if her Germanic origins were any indicator. From the tales she told of her own fantasies, he knew she had quite a thing for bisex between men, & while Bob was a little disappointed that they didn't include women as well, he could certainly accept her ideas of fun in the abstract. He'd only ever had straight sex, & straight sex fantasies, himself. Bob was a research scientist working in the nanobot/medical field. He had lots of ideas that made him lots of money, but there was one that really excited him, & when he finally decided to act on it, he did so in secret, keeping his notes in a private laptop in a secret chamber he'd built into his basement, in the hope that no one could ever get to them. His idea was perverse, yet revolutionary. He wanted to experience the things Steph felt in her woman's body. He wanted to know what she did to herself when she was alone. He never admitted it to himself, but he wanted to learn these things so that he could find a way to manipulate her into having sex with him. The way he would get to experience all this was the tricky part, but it was a task his knowledge, abilities & resources were up to. He designed a tiny chip that would fit into a certain part of the brain on two people. This chip was unique in that it transmitted physical sensations from one person to the other. He figured out a way to turn it on & off with a simple spoken phrase, the vibrations in his skull from that unique phrase would activate the chips in both subjects' brains, transmitting the feelings one had to the other. The power source was the subjects' own electric fields in their brains. the only problem was, they would only work in close quarters. The two would have to be within twenty feet of each other for these transmissions to lock in. It was a rush job, but Bob managed to complete the construction of his twin chips. He had set them so that either could transmit or receive, depending upon which person spoke the phrase. To do otherwise would simply take too long, & Bob was anxious to use them. He visited Steph fairly often, so getting into her house was no problem. Finding a way to fit the chip, though, that was going to be more challenging. After thinking on it for a few days, he decided to use the tried & true route of slipping Steph a simple Micky. So one day, after carefully planning everything out, he called on Steph with a bottle of wine. As she went to get a corkscrew, he slipped the powder-filled package into his palm, & as he poured the wine into her glass, he added the potion. Soon, her head was lolling to the side & she was fast asleep from the drug. He quickly carried her out to his car, loaded her in the back of the Expedition, & drove her to his house, where he brought her to his secret basement room. In this place, he gently laid her on the table & went to work. He drilled a small hole in the base of her skull, then put her head in a vise to hold it perfectly steady. Using the large needle, he expertly slipped the small chip into the proper location, & when it was firmly in place, he unstrapped her & removed her to her own house again, after carefully plugging the hole in her skull with surgical epoxy. Hours later, Steph awoke to a very concerned-looking Bob, to ask what happened. Bob told her that she'd tripped on a rug, & struck her head on the corner of the coffee table, which explained the wound at the back of her head. She trusted him, to a degree, & knowing his background in medicine, accepted his assurances that she needn't rush off to a hospital, as he would be willing to stay & watch her for symptoms of concussion. He made her stay awake all night, to assure them both that there were no ill effects from her "fall," & in the morning he wended his way home, after teasing her a bit about how she couldn't handle her drink. Now it was time for part 2 of Bob's plan. This was going to be much more difficult, & could cause him permanent harm if he failed. He had built a short robotic arm that would place his chip in perfect position once his head was clamped in place. It would be much more risky drilling into his own skull, but he felt confident that he had everything under control. Using a local anaesthetic, he began the procedure. After releasing his head from the vise, he reset everything & had the robotic arm place the chip deep into his brain. The phrase he used to turn the chip on was "Jabber-one-seven-trouble." Seemed unlikely that she or anyone would ever speak that short phrase, so he felt safe that she would never be able to turn her sensual receiver on to feel his sensations by mistake. Bob waited an entire week to try out his device. He wanted to allow it to make all the necessary bio-mechanical connections & to make sure there was no infection from his home-spun surgery. As he neared Steph's house, Bob spoke aloud his secret phrase, & immediately felt some new sensations. He felt weights on his chest that he'd never before felt, & they seemed to be swaying. Warm water was laving across his skin. Steph was in the bath! He sat at the wall outside her bathroom, & felt her sensations as she cleaned herself. This was fantastic! What feelings he felt! He could feel his own body as well as hers, but could totally ignore the sensations of leaning against the wall, while indulging in the feeling of her hands on her own skin. "Touch your tits," his mind pleaded. Steph's motions hesitated, & it was then that he recalled that she never used the word "tits," using "breasts" instead, whenever they had had their little sex talks. He adjusted his thoughts to "stroke your breasts." She did it! Her hands went right to her tits, & that touch gave Bob an instant erection that he didn't even realize he had. Could he actually influence her actions as well as feel her sensations? And what about her thoughts? Could he influence those as well? This was an awesome power he had created, & one that he knew he could never share with another person - ever. In his mind's eye, he pictured himself, naked, & planted a little thought about her sucking his cock. Bob felt Steph slip her forefinger in her lips & suck on it, laving it with her tongue, as she continued playing with her breasts. Now for the good stuff! "Run those fingers down a little lower. Make believe Bob is licking me." He had to be careful with his thoughts. No need for her to sense his presence in her mind. From this point, Bob was just going along for the ride, allowing Steph to pleasure herself however she wished. He could hear the splashing sounds through the wall of her cabin as her motions got more frantic. He could feel her (his?) breasts floating on the warm water. He had to concentrate to keep himself quiet while she took herself & him through the waves of self-pleasure. Bob was shaking all over as he forced himself to crawl away from the wall of her cabin long enough to say "Jabber-one-seven-trouble." He'd had a hard time remembering the words at the last moment. He'd have to remember to write them down for future reference, if things got too far out of hand. His pants felt cold at the crotch. Sure enough, he'd soiled himself by cumming at her touch in her moments of self-pleasure. Sneaking back to his SUV, Bob drove away with wet pants & a lot on his mind. Steph, meanwhile, was relaxing in her warm tub in the afterglow of her sudden masturbation. "Where did that come from?" she mused as she finished her bath. "I haven't thought about Bob sexually in a long time, but that was very nice!" Bob had an idea that made him turn around & return to Steph's house. He went to the wall behind her bed, spoke the start-up phrase, & felt her ready herself for bed. She wore sweats to bed! Crap! He'd need to alter that in the future with a little push in the right direction. Still, it was nice to feel those breasts, that emptiness between his thighs, that hair that wafted around her head, as she climbed into bed. Bob set his wristwatch alarm for 3 AM, & dozed a bit. When his alarm woke him in its quiet fashion, Bob entered Steph's dreams. He planted little ideas that she would remember later, hopefully, about flirting with him, about fantasies of all sorts of sex with him. Sometimes she was bound, forced to accept his cock in every orifice. There were thoughts about having a beautiful woman joining them. About fucking a woman with a strapon dildo while he watched & joined them both. He just kept the freaky thoughts he had coming, pouring them into her mind at a furious pace. He felt "his" pussy getting moist as she slept, "his" nipples hardening as she tossed around in her delerium of wild wet dreams. Leaving her property around 5:30 AM, Bob was exhausted, but he was riding a high like none other he'd ever experienced. The very first thing Bob did when he got home was to write down his trigger phrase so he'd not have those problems again, & placed the small card on which he'd written it into his wallet. The next time Bob visited, he toyed with her mind a bit more. They were having a serious discussion about politics, but he was sending her streaming thoughts of her tying him up & making him cum again and again with her hands and her mouth. Her own thoughts often popped up all on their own, and Bob had no way of knowing that she was also thinking about fucking his ass with a huge dildo, & having a man come in to fuck him while she made him cum repeatedly, as he lay there helpless. Some thoughts were going from Bob into Steph, & the sensations were going from Steph into Bob, but Steph was in no way "controlled" by Bob to think only those thoughts he sent her way. She was still herself, not a robotically controlled woman, & she had plenty of thoughts of her own that excited them both, in spite of Bob's attempts at controlling her mind, & in spite of how he'd feel about those ideas that were strictly her own, had he known about them. At one point Steph excused herself to the bathroom, & Bob felt what it was like to pee like a woman. It wasn't all that different, but different enough to hold his interest. As she was going, Bob was filling her mind with thoughts of riding his cock, of jerking his cock, of taking it between her lips, and of watching him spew his spem onto her large breasts. When Steph returned, she was obviously shaken & flushed by all of these unbidden images popping into her head. "You want some coffee?" She asked as she stood on shaking legs. "No thanks. I have to be going," Bob replied. It was all part of his plan. Every time she saw him, her mind would be flooded by sexual thoughts. Eventually, he hoped, she'd simply have to act on them, & the awkward seduction would be taken out of his hands. After Bob left, Steph immediately went to her little toy box, got out her favorite vibrator & gave her pussy a good going over. If Bob had been closer, he'd have been able to experience those elusive multiple orgasms he'd always wondered about. Steph began seriously thinking about sex with Bob. She knew he wanted to be taken, but Steph was totally unsure of herself as a dominant. She had had thoughts in this direction, but was just too shy to act on them. Besides, their first time together should really be special, not kinky crazy stuff, in her mind. Shouldn't it? Or would it be best to just give in to those ideas that they both now thought about? She was thinking about all of this way too much, lately. It was time to put up or shut up. All he could do was say no, right? She doubted that he would, if the way he looked at her was any indication. She often caught him gazing longingly at her big ass, or her breasts, & yes, she was sure he wanted her. Bob's vacation was coming up soon. He'd planned on staying home this year, for some reason, so she'd be able to have ample time to work some magic on him, if she was successful in her planning. Steph called Bob at work on Thursday, & invited him to dinner at her place on the following week's Friday night, the last day before his vacation would begin. Of course he accepted. She went on line & ordered a few sex toys she'd always wondered about. There was that strap on with the little plug that would fit neatly inside her pussy as she used the far larger end on him, and some special lubricant, fake-fur-lined cuffs, butt plugs in several sizes, a ball gag, an open-mouthed gag, a spreader bar, three bisex DVD's, and several dildo attachments for the strap on, just in case he liked it & needed bigger sizes as she kept fucking him. She'd spent a small fortune, but was anxious to see the purchases & try them out on Bob. Oooh, he was in for a very good time over the next three weeks! The order arrived by Tuesday afternoon, & Steph frantically opened the box & examined all of her new tools of pleasure. She tried on the strap on, & it felt wonderful inside her as it swayed obscenely out in front of her body. She came just from walking around with it bouncing in the air. There was also a vibrator on the inside, but she decided to wait & try that out later. She opened each package with greedy need, & watched one of the DVD's as she tried out the smallest butt plug & the mid-sized vibrator, together. She attached the cuffs to her bed, & placed the rest of her items in a box just under the bed while grinning at her surprize for Bob. The week crawled on by for them both, but Bob stayed away, hoping that his absence would indeed make her heart grow fonder. At last, Friday came. Bob hurried through his workday, giving his assistants orders on how to carry on in his absence. He actually left work early, went to a store & bought a couple bottles of Steph's favorite wine. He grinned as he remembered the last time they'd drank together, & how he had set everything up so well. He planned on bringing her home tonight & ravishing her again & again, while feeling all that he did to her. He spoke his start-up phrase as he knocked on her door. When she answered his knock, he was pleased to see that Steph had dressed up a bit, as she usually was a sweatpants & t-shirt kind of lady. Tonight, however, she wore a nice little black skirt, black heels, & a bright red sleeveless blouse that was cut low enough to give him a hint of the valley between those lovely breasts of hers. She smiled at the wine, fetched a corkscrew, & they sipped it together on the couch as she asked him what his plans were for his vacation. "Nothing, really, just hanging 'round, ya know," Bob responded, while flooding her mind with ideas of his cock in her mouth, pussy, & ass. Steph blushed, & he noted that the blush went down into her blouse. "Well, I hope dinner will be a great start to your vacation," she said, thinking it sounded lame, but carried on as she went to set the food on the table. She had gone all out to please Bob, serving raw oysters as an appetizer, followed by salad & crab cakes, asparagus, rice, & tiramisu for dessert.Throughout the meal, Bob kept the sexual images coming, & Steph ate little, as this added to her already aroused & anxious state of mind. They cleaned up together afterward, & went to the couch with more wine. Steph sat rather close to Bob, her nipples proudly displayed through her red blouse. "Wow," Bob said. "That was some dinner! Thank you very much." He sipped his wine, & when he turned to her, her face was inches from his. She leaned in further & kissed him, her tongue swiping at his lip until he opened his mouth to her, whereupon she invaded him deeply. Bob was taken aback a bit at her forceful move, but many of his fantasies started this way, so he went with it. She had been sitting with her legs curled under her, but now she rose up on her knees, one hand at the back of Bob's head, & the other went straight for his cock, sliding its way up his leg. She pulled away, saying "You're all I seem to think about these days. Do you trust me?" Her eyes pleaded with him to say yes, which of course is what he did. Steph stood, pulling him up with her, & together they walked hand in hand into the bedroom. He could feel the butterflies in her tummy, the moisture at her sex, her pointed nipples poking at her blouse as she tugged him along. "There's something I want to do, but you need to relax & just give in," she said, as she unbuttoned his shirt. "I think I can do that." "Really? Are you sure?" "I'm 'up' for just about anything," he chuckled at his double entendre. Soon Bob was naked, while Steph remained dressed. She guided him to lie on her bed, & pulled his hands up to the headboard where she had the cuffs ready. "Last chance to stop me, Bob." He responded by lying perfectly as she had posed him, & grinning lasciviously. She cuffed him to her bed, saying "Now you're mine!" as she reached under the bed to pull out her box of toys. "I want to fulfill one of your favorite fantasies, Bob, & share some of my own, but I don't want you to speak." With that, she pulled out the ball gag, & he opened his mouth as she buckled it in place. Bob felt safe with her, especially knowing how he could sway her thoughts to those things he wanted to try. He could feel her excitement building as she went about making her preparations. Her excitement became his own. She stopped for a moment, telling him that she had something she just knew he would like. She turned on the TV & DVD player, telling him to watch as she played with him. The movie opened with a woman going down on a man. Steph echoed the actress' motions nearly perfectly, & Bob felt a cock on his tongue instead of the ball gag. He was trapped in Steph's emotions as well as her physical sensations as he watched a man enter the picture. The woman on the screen raised up & the new man started sucking on the 1st man's cock. The cock on his tongue was exciting him through Steph, while his own reactions of revulsion were there as well. Bob was stuck. He wasn't gay or bi, but he certainly felt as excited at the scene as Steph was, & the cock on his tongue, though he could rationalize it as his own, was emotionally a completely different experience for him. His mouth blocked by the ball-gag, he couldn't escape any of it with his phrase. He was pulled into a sexual vortex of physical sensation & emotional want. He found his tongue working on his gag as she worked to deep throat him. He was listening to the man in the movie saying "Yeah, suck that cock" while he actually felt one in his mouth. "Get it good and hard so I can fuck that tight ass of yours," he heard from the screen, while feeling Steph thrill to the statement. His finger felt warm. His ass was being tickled by her finger. His breasts were brushing against the bed clothes. Her finger was going deeper into him. His mouth was full of cock. His cock was being sucked. His mind was becoming overloaded with need, fear, anxiety, pleasure & his own excitement was reaching new peaks he'd never considered. Sensations He felt her sit back, and then he felt the dildo from the strap on popping inside his very wet self as he watched her adjust the straps holding it in place. He could feel those straps as he watched her. "I'm going to fuck you so good," he heard from the screen. "I really love this part,"Stephanie said. "Watch his face as that big cock goes in his ass." Bob's eyes went to the screen, & he saw a split image. On the left was a cock that had to be nearly a foot long rubbing up & down an asscrack. On the right, a man's eyes were getting bigger. The huge prick was obviously well greased for its duty, and as Bob watched, it began to press its way into the tight orifice of the man on his knees. The kneeling man's eyes lit up, & there came upon his face a look of almost spiritual bliss. Steph had two fingers in his ass now, pumping in & out, lubricating him, opening him for her bobbing cock. He could feel it inside her as he felt her fingers inside him. Glancing back to the screen, Bob saw the scene had changed. The man with the huge dick was pumping visciously into the the other man's bottom, & the woman was spreading herself under his face as he got fucked very hard. "Lick me," he heard from the TV, as his mouth was once again filled with his own cock. Steph really was getting into this whole thing, now adding a third finger into his ass as she moaned around his cock. Bob lost control of his limbs, he was so overwhelmed. Steph lifted his legs onto her shoulders, & began running the tip of her tool up & down his asscrack, but Bob couldn't lift a finger to stop her, or even give her any indication that he wanted her to stop. He simply lay there feeling both sides of this equation as she began to press the end of her strap on into his ass. This caused pressure on her clit, which gave Bob a plethora of feelings he couldn't stop if he tried. Suddenly, the tip popped in, & Bob gasped. Steph stopped & looked deeply into his eyes. "You love this, don't you?" She grinned and slid the entire seven-inch length into him. Bob felt his pussy clamping onto the plug, his cock rubbing against Steph's belly, his heavy tits pressing down onto his chest, and that cock burning its way into his ass, all together. Steph began pumping into him more rapidly. Bob was moaning in so many pleasures he couldn't keep up with them all. Steph was reaching her point of no return, & really banging into him, now. While his ass was on fire at first, now it felt so good that Bob was thrusting his ass up to meet her. Every time she bottomed out in his ass, her clit rubbed a little button on the strap on. All too soon, Steph was cumming, & cumming hard. Bob felt her orgasm rippling through his belly. The plug in "his" pussy was almost overpowering his own anal sensations. He was cumming, shooting streams of fluid over himself, & feeling the wetness on his/her big breasts. Steph kept pumping. He/she was cumming again! Bob was gasping for breath as she kept slamming into him. To Steph, it looked as though he was really enjoying himself, and she kept going, only to cum yet a third time. Every time she came, Bob mirrored her reactions. The feel of the dildo on his prostate was pure ecstasy itself, but when coupled with all the other sensations, he was overcome to the point that he simply passed out from pleasurable stimulation. Steph kept humping Bob's ass for another fifteen minutes as he lay there in a near coma, cumming twice more, before finally pulling the pseudo cock from his depths. She gazed at his limp form, and wondered at the special magical connection she felt between them. Bob's eyes fluttered open, & he found that the ball gag had been removed, & he was freed from the cuffs. He stretched his jaw & groaned. He could feel Steph walking around her house, stepping into & out of the twenty foot zone where he could feel her. The video was still playing, with one man sucking another as the woman was using a strap on in his ass. 'Man, she's really into the guy on guy stuff,' he thought. He wasn't so sure that he wanted to explore this side of himself any further. He'd never considered gay sex stimulating, & found male bodies kind of repulsive. If he wasn't careful, his connection to Stephanie was going to change him in some very fundamental ways. Musing on this, he discovered that he couldn't remember the phrase to release his mind from hers! He looked for his pants, but didn't see them. He rolled over to search for them, & his ass felt really raw. Suddenly his heart soared. It took a moment to realize that he was again feeling Steph's emotions. "Hey sleepyhead! Want some coffee?" Steph stood in the doorway, naked & relaxed as he'd never seen her before. "Sure," he answered. "Hey, where are my pants?" "I hid them! You're mine, remember? Until I release you!" She chuckled as she strode off into the kitchen. Bob was still stuck, it seemed. But it wasn't all that bad, really. He was enjoying the feel of having her big breasts swaying as she walked or moved at all, while her happiness at being accepted in her actions was transmitted directly into Bob's own pleasure centers. And that multiple orgasm was something else - even more than what she had felt, he'd bet, because not only did he sense her orgasms, but his own as well. Wild! Steph poured coffee, musing at how sexy she felt. It had been a long time since she'd shared herself with a man, & the very first time she'd ever tried anything quite so daring. 'Wow,' she thought to herself, 'it was like Bob came every time I did, like a streaming mutual simultaneous orgasm. I wonder if he'd like to feel a guy pumping his ass like I did, while I get to watch! He's so cute. He's walking around kind of funny, too. I hope he can take some more, if he isn't too sore back there.' Steph felt that warmth in her belly again as she carried the coffee into the bedroom, & of course, Bob felt it, too, which only put his mind even farther from the task of remembering his phrase to put a stop to this. "I didn't get to see this whole movie, but there's another we should see while we recharge our batteries," Steph said, handing Bob a cup. "It's so exciting to finally get to share these things with someone else!" Bob didn't have the heart to tell her that he wasn't really all that into her favorite fantasy, so he kept mum & sipped his steaming cup. Besides, although those feelings of revulsion were there in his mind, he was starting to get into the spirit of it all, since her emotions were plunging into his psyche at such a furious, never-ending pace. He hadn't tried to sway her thoughts for awhile, as he was simply too overcome with her emotions & physical sensations to be able to think coherently on his own. And he was actually getting to submit to her, which, save for the ass-fucking action, was a fantasy of his own. It was true that he had found the anal stuff way more stimulating than he'd expected, but he wasn't sure if it was due to Steph's excitement, or his own physical sensations. This was becoming a bit more confusing than he'd thought it would be. Bob was still thrilling to the feel of breasts on his chest as she changed the DVD in the player. Bob tossed out the idea of cumming on her breasts, to see what that would do in her mind. What Bob didn't know, was that when he threw these ideas into Steph's brain, she did indeed accept these thoughts as her own, but her mind also added extra ideas on the scene that truly came from deep within her sexuality. So, when she thought of Bob cumming on her breasts, she also thrilled to the idea of him licking it all off like a greedy bi male would. Steph climbed back onto the bed, & settled in close to Bob, watching the TV screen to start up the movie with her remote. Bob, just having taken a deep draught of very warm coffee, leaned over & took her nipple in his lips, & sucked it hard. The sensation was instantly transmitted to him, & they both thrilled to the very warm tongue licking the sensitive little nub. "Mmmm. That feels so good," Steph whispered. "You sure you're ready to get me all worked up again, Bob? Or do you need a little more time to recharge? Hmm?" He chuckled, saying "Perhaps I'd better rest up a bit before round two. That was quite a workout!" "You loved it, didn't you? You're such a hot little whore with a cock in your ass!" she laughed, & it was Bob's turn to blush. "Don't worry," she added, noting his red flesh,"that excited me more than you could possibly know!" Just then, the movie started up. The opening scene was pretty hot, too. A man was sucking on a woman's breast. He kissed his way down to her pussy, & she grabbed the back of his head & it almost looked like she was going to push his entire head into herself as she came on his face. Bob sent images of a woman between Steph's thighs to her while they watched this scene. Steph's mind changed the woman to a she-male, & she began to get wet again. The man on the screen was crawling up the woman's body as she spread her legs in open invitation. He rubbed a rather large cock up & down her wet slit, then slowly began to slip it into her soaking shiny shaved lips. The woman let out a loud groan, wrapped her legs around his waist, & the man began to pump in her depths. The woman began to scream in pleasure as he fucked her, telling him "Don't you dare cum yet, you fucker!" Her feet were at his ass, pulling him in, then they began to slide on down his legs. She hooked her heels behind his knees, & spread his legs a bit. The man just kept pistoning in & out of her, his hands on her shoulders, his eyes closed, his face inches above her own, as he concentrated on not cumming, Bob supposed. The camera panned back from the coupling pair, and spun around to the door. Bob could see that the door was cracked open, then the view zoomed in to show an enormous muscled black man watching from the shadows beyond the door. [Stephanie was getting wet again, & Bob could feel it. He leaned over & licked her nipple again, and they both felt a little jolt from it.] The man at the door in the movie backed away from the door. He looked like he was enjoying the view as he stripped down. Suddenly, he walked away, the camera following him to a kitchen, where he grabbed a can of Crisco off a shelf. Next, he was shown silently opening the door to the bedroom, stroking his cock with the shortening. His cock was porn quality. It had to be a good ten inches long, & thick as Bob's wrist as it glistened with the grease in his huge fist. He casually walked up to the fucking couple, and the woman winked at him as she reached down & grabbed the smaller white man's ass cheeks. pulling them apart as she pulled him into herslf. "Ooooh, honey. I think we're in trouble," she gasped, as the black man reached down & slathered a big dollop of Crisco into the exposed bud of the fucking man's ass. The poor white guy's whole body jumped at the unexpected touch. He looked over his shoulder to see a massive, dark black muscled frame. The camera pointed to his ass, & the black man's first two fingers were stuffed to the hilt between the poor surprized man's buttocks. "Yeeaaagh!" he exclaimed. "Honey, this is my husband," the woman purred, "& I think he might be a little upset." "You always go around fucking other men's trim?" the black man asked. The white guy was trying to get away, but the woman's heels were wedged behind his knees, & he could only rock forward or back, but he could not seem to extricate himself from his helpless situation. "I'm sorry, man," he whimpered. "I didn't know she was married. Why didn't you tell me?" This last was directed at the woman's face, just inches from his own as the large black fingers kept pumping into his butt. His face showed that this was not entirely unpleasurable, yet he was obviously very scared, & rightly so, judging from the size of the husband's erection. "Look, let me go. I didn't know, man." "I don't think so," the black responded. "You come in here & fuck my woman & think I'm gonna just let you WALK, man? Don't stop now. I think she was enjoying it." "Yeah, honey, keep fucking me. You just might like this," the woman giggled. "Wait...what are you..." The husband crawled up onto the bed between the man's split thighs, & his motions became more frantic as he tried to pull out of her, to roll to the side. His arms pushed at the bed, his legs thrashed only as far as her dug-in heels would allow. His ass swayed from side to side as he fought to escape. Meanwhile the long thick black meat was resting between his cheeks. The husband laughed. "I hope you move like that when you're getting fucked like a BITCH!" "Oooh, me too, honey. Me too!" exclaimed the woman. "Please don't do this! I have money! I'll do whatever you want...just please...nnnnnnnoooooooooo!" The huge cock was shown again, pushing into the split cheeks of the entrapped white man. The white cheeks started wiggling as he sobbed. Side to side, forward & back, he tried to block the inevitable invasion, as the pole of man flesh forced its way into his back door. Air whooshed out of the man as he collapsed onto the wife. The rod just kept going, the black body builder holding onto his pale hips as it continued its path until he bottomed out inside his victim. "That's right, honey." the woman smiled. "You'll do anything we want, & what we want right now is a really good fucking!" Her hips started to pump up & down, & the husband was pulling out until only the head was left in his wide-spread ass. The edges of his asshole could be clearly seen stretched around the massive trunk that impaled him. [Bob's eyes were glued to the screen. Steph was clearly enjoying this rape scene, & her excitement caused his cock to rise & drool. She glanced over & saw it, thinking he was as excited by the scene as she was. She reached over & rubbed her thumb in his pre-cum, while smiling knowingly. Bob was jolted by her touch, & his hand went to cover hers on his cock to cover his embarassment at getting hard while seeing 'this gay shit.' Steph, of course, thought it was because he was so excited that he was ready to cum from watching this one. She filed the info away for later. It was so nice to know that this excited Bob as much as it did her!] The tower of black power was re-entering its victim, now. It paused, halfway in. Then the rapist was pushing & pulling on those helpless hips at a frantic pace. The white man was being forced to fuck them both. The wife was loving it, screaming "yes" over & over again, every time the smaller man's cock hit home in her pussy. The victim was tossed between them, grunting at the black's forward thrusts, & gasping as he was pulled off the invading prong. He was hyperventilating as the woman bent & took his nipple in her teeth. A loud grunt came from the man in the marital sandwich, & it was evident that he was cumming in spite of himself. [Steph had Bob's cock in her hand, now, & was stroking it roughly, keeping perfect time with the action on screen. Bob was recalling his own recent anal fucking, & those ideas entered Steph's mind, further exciting her, which in turn, further excited Bob, to his dismay.] "That's right, bitch! Cum on that big black cock! Take it all! GodDAMN you tight! I'm gonna cum in this tight bitch's ASS!" The huge man gave a formidable thrust that actually lifted the smaller white man completely out of the wife's pussy. The camera angle showed his cock popping out of her, showed the large man's balls convulsing against the pale cheeks as he emptied his load into the deepest reaches of the white ass. After a few seconds, the larger man yanked his softening cock out of the abused hole, & the poor man sighed. "Oh god...oh god...oh my god..." the raped man was moaning as cum was leaking out of his still open asshole. "Get the fuck off me, bitch," the woman shouted. The man groaned as the weight of the body builder was raised off his limp form. The wife pushed him away, & he slumped to the floor. "Clean her up, cunt," the husband said in a low growl. "Lick that pussy clean. Get the fuck up & get BUSY, bitch!" He kicked at the limp form on the floor. The man was crying as he groped his way back up onto the bed, and began to lick at the woman's sloppy dripping pussy. Her hands went to his ears and she cooed "I like this one, baby," to her husband. "We'll see," he grumbled. Then he leaned down and spoke in his terrifying voice to the licking man. "You REAL lucky, bitch. All the ones we tried so far, we had to get rid of, cuz they din't do nuffin for the little lady. You keep doing good, & we might just hafta keep ya on the payroll." He laughed an evil laugh as the scene faded to black. Steph was obviously into the movie, & Bob feared that he was being warped by her twisted fantasies as his own cock pulsed in her grip. Without his magic words, Bob was locked into Stephanie's pleasure trip. As the movie went on to force the victim into more & more scenes of sexual degradation, Bob kept getting more & more turned on by the thoughts of big cocks, forced feminization & forced orgasms experienced by the hero with this perverted couple & many of their friends. As the movie ended with the poor stretched out man being impaled on the wife's fist as he sucked the husband off while wearing women's clothing, Bob was sweating in need. Stephanie's pussy was positively drooling as she gazed at his cock. "Ready for round two?" "Looks like I am," he answered. "Eat me." Bob hesitated. If he made her cum with his mouth, he would no doubt cum as well. Perhaps he could move into a 69 with her. He began kissing his way from her hard nipples to her pussy, & was rewarded by feeling every lap of the tongue on his own skin. He dipped a bit lower & licked at her ass, & stopped when he felt it in his own. This was just too perverted for his mind to accept. It was as if he was licking his own ass & getting off on it. "Ooooh," Steph moaned. "I like that a lot!" Bob groaned as he went back at it, & found himself getting more excited by the moment with every lick. Soon he was plunging his tongue into her ass as if he were fucking her with it. Her pussy was positively drenched. He slipped a finger into her ass. It felt great, so he added another. Stephanie handed him her lube, & he applied it to her clenching hole. A third finger was about all she could take comfortably, & of course Bob sensed that as he kept licking at her pussy lips. She was moaning, getting much too close for Bob's comfort, as he wanted them both to cum while he fucked that luscious ass. Raising himself up over her spread form on the bed, Bob whispered "I think it's your turn for a good assfucking." He raised her long legs to his shoulders. He could sense Stephanie's reluctant anticipation, but a light touch on her clit with a lubricated thumb as his fingers kept stretching at her rear hole seemed to convince her that she was indeed ready for his cock in her ass. Bob slowly pulled his fingers out of Stephanie's ass, prolonging the anticipation. As soon as her ass was empty, he pressed forward, pushing his cockhead in. He could feel it all in his own ass, but without the benefit of a prostate, the sensations were very different than the ones he'd felt when Steph was fucking him. He went very slow, back & forth, in & out, gradually going deeper each time, until he felt his balls against her skin. Then he grabbed a vibrator from her toy box, & placed it in her hand. "Touch yourself," Bob ordered. "Play with your pussy while I fuck your hot ass." To his delight, Steph moved the toy to her nipples, & turned it on. He found himself jerking a bit as he felt the toy's waves of tingling on his nipples. Then he remembered his cock in her ass, & began to thrust. It was strange to feel that cock going in his ass every time he thrust forward, & pulling out every time he did. Steph was open for pleasure, now, her ass muscles relaxed, & she was loving this new way of fucking as she touched the vibe to her clit. Sensations "Fuck me, Bob!" she exclaimed. giving in to the wild sensations that coursed through both of their bodies. "Fuck my ass!" Bob was having a hard time keeping his mind on task, as Steph's feelings kept pushing him this way & that. He found himself wanting to push back every time that his cock entered into her, but that only caused his cock to retreat. He was flustered & keening in ecstacy, his hips just going wild as he slammed in & out of her tight passage. Steph pushed the vibrator into her pussy, & Bob flew through the roof. He felt himself being double penetrated at the same time he was feeling his cock wrapped in Steph's hot ass that he'd wanted all these years. Her emotions were all over the map, as were his own. Her arms wrapped around Bob as she felt his cock pulsing in her ass. She felt that heat from his sperm splashing deeply in her bowels. Bob felt all of this, as well as his own sensations. His hands grasped her hips as she started up her next peak. Bob's cock was pulsing in orgasm yet again, & just as she was coming down from that, she climaxed a third time. "Whaaaaaa...," was all that was coming from Bob's mouth as he felt his second multiple orgasm in as many hours. his spine felt like it would snap as he fairly flew in & out of Stephanie's hot clenching anus. Bob fell onto his elbows so as not to crush her, but kept his cock in her for as long as it would stay there. When it finally slipped out on its own, they both shivered from the feeling. As she wound down, herself, Steph again wondered at how he kept her feeling so...perfect whenever he fucked her. She sensed it was out of his hands, that he couldn't control his reactions to her. That made her feel so good! He couldn't help being the perfect lover for her. He seemed as helpless in her her hands as she had felt in his. Why hadn't they done this years ago?!?!?! As they lay together in the embers of their burning flesh, Steph mused on how to give Bob the perfect experience. It seemed only fair, since that is exactly what he'd been giving her ever since he'd let her strip him off. She loved his reactions to the movies she'd bought, although she sensed that he was a little embarassed about the whole "gay" thing. She knew that he'd love watching her with another woman, but she just didn't feel like she could do that, not even for Bob. Not yet, anyway, she smiled. Looking over, she saw that Bob had fallen into a totally exhausted sleep. Little did she know just how exhausted he was. Bob was 53 years old, & no spring chicken. He hadn't had sex with another person in over two years, & never in his (or anyone's) life had he experienced such sensations as he had felt over the last few hours. His dreamless sleep was just what any doctor would have ordered at this point, followed by lots of rest. Letting him sleep, Steph got up, logged into her computer, & started a search. She spent a long time on line, to no avail. She hit innumerable sites, but found nothing she sought. Bob slept fourteen long hours. Toward the end of his hibernation, he started to feel her again. Her feelings wormed their way back into his head, and he began to dream of waking up with her large breasts, her large ass, with untold numbers of men & women of every race trying to get into that round ass of his. He was enjoying it. He awoke with a strange thought - "I am beautiful, and I was put here to please anyone & everyone who wants me." He shook the cobwebs out of his mind as he realligned his brain to his present predicament. His mind was shook. He still couldn't recall the phrase that would return him to his normal self. She still had his pants hidden. The only way he could possibly ever feel normal without using the words was to get more than twenty feet away from her. He could feel her body in the shower, & figured that he could really use one, himself, after all the sex he must smell like a cheap motel room after a porn shoot. He chuckled at that thought. His legs would barely bear his weight. He must have burned off thirty pounds of calories. He felt weak as a newborn kitten. He stumbled off to the kitchen, as he was suddenly starving. At least his ass felt better than it did the last time he'd awakened. Steph stepped out of the shower. He felt the chill air on her breasts, & the rough towel she used on them made his nipples stand out. He reached up & palmed them without thinking of what he was doing while he searched for sustenance in her refridgerator. "Hey, sleepyhead! Wow! You must have really needed that, huh? What's wrong, did I wear you out?" "I think you did. Now I'm starving! Don't you ever go to the grocery store?" "Not often. If there's no food around, I won't eat it, & as you know, I have a problem with my weight." "Not at the moment you don't! Can we go out & get some food? I'm seriously in need of it!" "Take a shower. I don't know that I'm ready for the public to see you just yet. you're still my prisoner, you know." "Yes ma'am," Bob grinned at the thought. "But when I get out of there, I'll need food, & lots of it, if I'm going to be used like this." They laughed together, & Bob tried to send messages of food to Stephanie's chip, but all she received were feelings of need in her brain's pleasure center. While he showered, she called for a couple pizzas to hold him over until she could decide exactly where she'd be taking him, if & when they did go out. Soon after Bob had dried his craving body, the pizzas arrived. He barely looked at her as he dove in. 'He really was hungry,' Steph noticed. He ate all of one, & half of another loaded sixteen inch pizza, before he paid her much attention. He could feel her wonderment at his appetite, but Bob was frantically trying to fill himself while pondering how he could get his pants back to get his phrase. "You want to go out tonight?" Steph asked innocently. Bob could feel that her invitation was anything but innocent. Still, he'd get his pants back, anyway. "Yeah. Where you want to go?" "There's a little bar about 20 miles from here that I've heard about. It's supposed to be the best dance place around. What do you think?" "Sounds fun. Now where are my pants?" "Here ya go," Steph smirked, handing him a completely different pair. They were a pair of hers. They'd probably look fine on him, if a little baggy in the seat, but he wanted his own, for obvious reasons! "What is this? Where are my pants?" he demanded. "I burnt them up," she said, grinning. "Don't want you thinking you can escape me, you know. I figure I'll just keep you here for two of the next three weeks, & we'll see if you've earned your pants by then. Until then, your ass is mine, & I intend to use it a whole lot, mister. In the meantime, you'll just have to get used to wearing girly clothes & being my bitch." She obviously had something big planned, & Bob guessed he probably wouldn't want to miss it. His belly was full at the moment, & he figured he'd be back in the driver's seat before long. All he had to do was flood her mind with his favorite stuff. Maybe some of it had made an impression already. He had to admit, he liked everything that had occured thus far, so he may as well go for the long haul with her. Fucking her ass had been a dream come true. He wanted to do it again, but on his own, without all the extras, sometime. Steph dressed him in ankle socks, the jeans she'd given him earlier, & a rather androgenous sweater. He balked for a second when she handed him the medium sized butt plug. Her feelings of want soon overpowered him, however, & he slid it into himself with her eyes on him & her mind flooding his with eager sexual joy as the toy settled into his ass with a little pop. For herself, she chose a longish brown skirt & a beige peasant blouse that really emphasized her large tits. Knee socks & flats completed her ensemble. She didn't want to tower over him in heels just yet. "Wow! You look great," Bob told her. "Flatterer!" Steph drove to a gay bar that was situated way out in the sticks that she'd discovered during her otherwise fruitless web search. She neglected to mention that it was a gay bar, & she distracted Bob in the entryway, where they had a sign telling everyone that this was a gay establishment. When they stepped into the main dance area, however, Bob knew just by looking around that that's what this was. He didn't let on that he knew, though. There were a lot of women in here as well as guys. Bob was hoping that they were here to meet up with a woman, since he'd been sending her so many mental visuals of that old favorite fantasy. The feeling of the butt plug was unsettling. Bob wondered if it made him walk funny, if his walk was telegraphing to these more experienced ass-players that his butt was stuffed, stretching him open. Steph wasn't seeking a woman, here. She wanted to find a bi tranny or she-male. Steph guessed that the visuals of her with a woman substitute would excite Bob, while she could still get her cock, & perhaps get a real one into Bob as well. Bob felt her anxious excitement, but of course didn't know the source of it. Tonight, it seemed, she was in luck. They were showcasing cross dressers & female impersonators, the best lip-synching dancers, & of course it was quite a fashion show, with the "girls" putting their very best efforts into passing, & there was a rather large cash prize for the winner. They watched the show together, & Bob noticed Steph's excitement levels rising & falling with different performers as she thought of each of them fucking & sucking Bob. Bob went to the bar & ordered their drinks. Men were brushing up against him, trailing their fingers over his ass cheeks, his chest. He was worrying about someone pressing in hard enough to feel the flange of the toy imbedded iside him, when he suddenly felt a jolt of tingling as the plug came alive in his ass with strong vibrations. Nearly spilling the drinks, he looked to Steph, who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as she discreetly showed him the little remote she'd used for the butt plug. What Bob didn't know was that the vibe had him sort of swinging his hips as he reacted to the plug's action. A lot of men noticed, though, & they figured him for a troll, looking for an ass-fuck. More & more men were touching him as he wended his way back to Steph, & many felt the vibrations as they groped him. "Okay," he gasped," you've surprized me. Now turn it off before I go totally nutso!" She laughed at him, saying "Looks like you're a popular devil in here, Bob." "Yeah, maybe so. I don't know if I'm ready for that much fun, though." "Promise me that you'll leave it in," she told him, her breath warm on his ear. "Please?" "Okay," he relented, since her excitement was at the moment worming its way through his brain. They danced for a long time, until Bob felt the need to pee. He excused himself, begging her not to turn it on while he was in there with all those men, but she wouldn't promise anything, teasing him more with the buzzing little distractor as he tried to walk to the men's room. Peeing while having his asshole stimulated was something new for Bob. It was much quieter in the rest room, & he was afraid that some guy would hear the buzzing coming from his ass. Bob could certainly hear it as its jittering rose & fell in his plugged hole, so he went into a booth to piss. There was a hole in the booth's wall, presumably for him to stick his cock into to get sucked by an anonomous male, but Bob ignored it until he saw a big erect drooling cock sticking through the hole as he shook himself off. His mind flashed back to when he'd felt his own cock on his tongue, the excitement he'd felt when Steph was blowing him yesterday. His hand went straight to the hard prick of its own accord. He gripped it tightly, feeling its warmth. His thumb was rubbing the precum around the flange at the end. There was a split second when he actually thought of going down on his knees & taking it between his lips. Shaking his head to clear it, Bob slipped out of the men's room as quick as he could, wiping his sticky fingers on his jeans while men were casually touching him here & there. Steph was out of range of his chip, so she wasn't affecting his reactions to all of this, & yet he found himself starting to get hard. He started to be afraid of what was happening to him. As he returned to the table where Steph awaited him, he saw her talking to a tall, thin, beautiful woman. "YES! Now that's what I'm talking about!" he thought as he joined them. The woman was waif-thin, with long black hair & green eyes that were probably colored contacts. She had largish breasts almost displayed in a low cut dark blue top, and narrow hips in very tight jeans which stopped at mid-calf. She wore high heels, making her nearly as tall as Bob, & she had a scarf wrapped around her waist like a belt. "This is Tiffany," Steph introduced her new-found friend. "She says she wants to dance with you, Bob." She'd turned the plug's vibrator off when he approached the table, & he gave her a silent "thank you, mouthing the words. Bob felt a little more relaxed from the drinks, yet still apprehensive as he nodded & led Tiffany to the dance floor. He also felt Steph's excitement infecting him as he walked. The music turned slow, & Bob held the fragile-looking girl loosely as they swayed to the music. Steph's feelings were giving him an unwanted boner, & Tiffany pressed herself against it & sighed as Bob blushed. He hoped the room was dark enough to hide his embarassment. "This is your first time here, isn't it?" Tiffany whispered hotly into his ear. "My first time ever in a bar like this," he laughed. Her hands were slipping down his back. Bob glanced over his shoulder to Steph, who held up the remote. He gave her a pleading look as Tiffany's hands went to his ass & gripped his cheeks tightly. Just then, of course, Steph turned the unit on. Tiffany's hands gripped Bob's ass even harder as she clearly felt his ass vibrating, & pulled him in closer. "Someone's got a secret," she whispered in a sing-song fashion in his ear. "Oh god," Bob whispered. "It's all good, sweetie. Steph was talking about the three of us maybe having some fun. What do you think?" "Oh god," Bob whispered as her hands kneaded his ass & her groin ground against his crotch. Tiffany giggled, saying she was "just making sure." She pulled away from him, then, leaving his hard cock sticking out in the loose jeans for anyone to see as she walked back to Stephanie & leaned in to give her a deep kiss. Bob stood on the dance floor dumfounded as he watched the two kiss, his ass vibrating with ticklish pleasure, his mind filled with Steph's glee & anticipation. Suddenly, there were other hands on his ass from behind. The hands gripped him harshly there, then quickly slid to his hips to turn him around. He was facing a big man who looked like he could break Bob in two with a mere look. "Nice accessories," the red-haired man chuckled, pulling Bob in close to finish the dance. Bob was so flustered that he didn't run, didn't fight the man off. He found himself suddenly swaying to the music, feeling the man's hard cock up against his belly. The man was pushing it against him as they swayed on the dance floor, while Bob felt Stephanie's instant reaction to seeing this as his/her excitement levels increased ten-fold. His cock was hard as steel as the large muscular red headed man moved Bob around the dance floor. Finally, the song ended. Bob excused himself, stammering, "I think my wife wants me." The man laughed out loud, bent in & kissed him on the lips & said "I think you want more than just your wife, buddy!" The man turned & went to the bar & started talking to some rough-looking transvestites. Bob was so flustered by it all that he missed it when the large man slipped his card onto Steph's table. She discreetly put it in her purse. When the man was kissing him, Bob felt a little jolt of pleasure in his pussy. Steph was squeezing her thighs together as she watched them. This really got her hot, Bob knew. "Dammit! What are those words!" He wanted to go with everything, & yet he wanted to run far far away from it all, too. Bob could hardly tell what feelings were his own right now, & felt very confused by it all. "Take this, honey. You're gonna need it tonight!" Tiffany pressed a blue pill into Bob's hand. Bob looked at the Viagra & grinned. He popped it into his mouth & finished his drink. Steph leaned in to him & whispered, "Bob, thank you for this! Let's get her home!" He found himself with a woman on each arm as they walked to the car. Tiffany opted to ride with them, saying she'd arrived with friends who'd understand. She'd picked up a purse the size of a small suitcase just before they walked out of the bar. Steph insisted that Bob drive, & got in the back with their new friend. They immediately started kissing as Bob drove out of the parking lot. He adjusted the mirror so he could watch them as he drove. Tiffany was sucking on Stephanie's breasts, & Steph was moaning. The two of them suddenly started whispering. Then they sat up & leaned forward. Bob found he had a whispering woman at each ear, their breath tickling him as they each told of what they were going to do with him. He was going to get sucked while he fucked. He was going to be tied up & really fucked. He heard one of them say how his ass was gonna really open up tonight, but he couldn't tell which one it was after they'd been at it awhile. The Viagra was kicking in when they reached Steph's little isolated cabin, & Bob felt as though his cock would explode from the pressure. Tiffany & Steph stripped him right there in the driveway. They giggled as they toyed with his butt plug as they removed his clothes. Tiffany tied Bob's elbows together from behind with her scarf, leaving just enough slack that his arms could rest at his sides. "Okay, now you're our slave for the night, Bobbie," she laughed, slapping his butt. "Get moving, bitch!" Bob fairly skipped along the rough pavement as they made their way into Stephanie's house. Tiffany led him to the dining area table, & had him bend over it. Steph went & retrieved some rope & they tied his ankles to the legs of the table. Bob felt his hard cock under the tabletop bounce as Tiffany popped the butt plug out of his ass. Bob felt empty back there, & whistfully wished for something in it again. Strange how, uncomfortable as it had seemed all night, when it was taken out, he wanted it back in there. Tiffany went under the table & started sucking Bob's cock. Steph had sat in a chair at the table, & was watching his face intently as he was pleasured by their new friend. He moaned in pleasure as Tiffany's talented tongue tickled his cock. Steph rose & went into the bedroom, & Tiffany kept him on the brink of orgasm. When Steph returned, she put the open-mouth gag in his face. He obediently opened his mouth wide for her, felt the metal wires wrapped around his lips as there were chunks of plastic placed between his molars, making it impossible to close his mouth. "I want him on his back," Tiffany said. They untied his legs, and he sat up on the table & laid back. His wrists laid comfortably at rest at his sides, but he could not move them in any way as he laid on the scarf that tied them together. The two ladies went to work sucking on Bob's nipples, & he found himself pushing his chest up for the treatment. He closed his eyes as one of them began kissing & licking down to his cock. Someone was using her tongue in a delightful way, while keeping up the suction on his member. The other went down there, too, & he had one on his cock & one on his balls. He heard rustling as Steph stripped Tiffany's blouse & draped it over Bob's face. Bob smelled the girl's perfume on the garment as he was sucked & stroked by the two. Fingers were worming into his ass. He assumed it was Steph doing it, as he felt warmth on her fingers. He could also feel fingers in "his" pussy. The sucking at his cock stopped. He heard more rustling sounds. The shirt was lifted from his face as his legs were lifted up high. Steph leaned in to kiss him, but he'd caught a glimpse of Tiffany standing between his raised legs. She was unwrapping a condom. As Steph continued kissing his clamped-open mouth, he felt the spongy head of a realistic dildo at his ass - wait! That really was a dildo, wasn't it? Tiffany pressed forward, & Bob felt the thing pop into his ass. He clenched on it, & it surged inside him, flexing in response. That was a real cock in his ass!