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Shave

By: DreamerKitty



maybe it had a little something to do with the way I remember you watching me in the shower the first time. I went on about my business as if you were not absorbing every move I made. The feelings you brought on made me feel I was a princess, a woman to be seen and appreciated in the nude. 

Just as I turned around to brace my leg on the edge of the tub, you gasped in a pleasurable sigh, as if to ready yourself for another round of hold-your-breath observations. The thick soapy bubbles squeezed between my fingers as I lathered my leg from ankle to inner thigh. As I bent forward to glide the new pink razor along my smooth flawless shin, my breasts hung to either side of my thigh. As I stood to change positions, you smiled at the soapy design remaining on my chest. My somewhat firm nipples poked through the thick pinkish white lather.

You remained quiet while I turned to put my foot behind me on the rear curve of the tub. Twisted at the waist and bent backwards, I could see the back of my leg and could reach further toward my heel. Seeing the contortion of my body this way made you hard.

Seeing your admiring eyes light up turned me on more than all the time I've known you. I smiled and continued to clean the lather from my leg in long, narrow, smooth strokes. At the end of each stroke, I'd clear the razor and begin again. You licked your lips unaware that I caught you watching so close. I etched a heart around one nipple. That may have been the key to unlock your stare. I waited. The heart was then duplicated.

I began with the razor placed at my other ankle slowly tracking upwards with a few strokes up my shin. I skipped my tender, sensual, bended knee and resumed at the lower part of my muscular thigh. All lather ended at the darkness of my pussy. Your gaze followed the motions of my hand. Being predictable as we were, my hand and your eye shifted back to my ankle once again for what would now be a looonnng, slow, precise stroke up my leg, over my knee and along the length of my thigh. Once more, your eyes shifted back to my ankle. This time, my hand did not meet the line of your eye. You followed slowly back up along the bare strip with one appreciative fingertip until you ran out of leg. A razor was not there, but my other hand was. Three fingers were spread across the area between my legs. 

With my leg propped on the edge of the tub, my hand stayed on display against my damp pussy. Your eyes could not stay still. Your fingertips kept feeling the smooth skin of my leg, your hands passed along my thigh until you reached those three that awaited your touch. I placed my hand on top of yours, feeling the nervousness tremble gently through your masculine knuckles. I pressed your hand harder against my moist pussy. One finger slipped a little too far and landed all too comfortably in the slit that waited for your moves. You looked up quickly to see if I had caught you creating your fantasy. The blushed tone of your face made it obvious.

You removed your hand and loaded your fingertips with lather. Applying it carefully, you outlined a design you wanted to see on me. I handed you the razor, but as I turned to hand it over to your control, the gently flowing stream of hot water rinsed away your shaving cream guidelines.

Steam continued to fill our small space behind the shower curtain. It eventually consumed the remainder of the small room. You reached up for the shaving cream. I slipped my hand beneath your arm asking you to rise into an embrace. You responded as I hoped, sliding your body up along mine, stealing a kiss of special body parts as you went. Just as you stood, you grabbed my face from either side and kissed me square on the mouth. My knees weakened and your hands on my jaw helped keep me standing. Your cock pressed hard against me. I parted my legs the slightest bit to feel it press to my lips. You made no comment on the wetness as you glided between my legs. 

After a tender nibble on your lower lip, and without a single word being spoken, you lowered your body along mine until you were sitting on the edge of the tub. You wrapped your arm around my leg. I lifted my foot to the tub beside you and opened my hips to you. The shaving cream was still on the ledge. When I turned to grab the can, you grabbed a breast and guided it to your mouth. The feel of your tongue flagging on my nipple took away all the power in my arm. It fell to my side before I could grab the can. 

When you stopped, I could focus again, and handed you shaving cream to finish your plan. The swooshing sound as it dispensed let me know you were serious about this, and you were not just decorating earlier with the cream off my leg. I watched closely as you applied the thick lather. A tilt of your head, a squinted eye, and a tender touch with one finger kept my attention on your face. When you sat up to take a more distant look, I looked down to see what you were going to do. You lifted your hand to block my view. 

My hands pushed their way through your hair, scooped around your ears, played with your earlobes and finally made way to your mouth. You sucked on a finger before I leaned over to kiss you once more. Although you reciprocated, your effort reverted right back to my pussy and to choosing the designs that turn you on most. I had become your palate. Each design you made lit your face more than the last. Each time you changed your mind, you would simply erase it. When you swiped your hand across my pad, the design was smoothed out and you would start again. 

I loved it when you changed your mind. I felt the heel of your hand press hard at the extreme base of my pussy. Next, your palm wrapped up along the slit until finally your fingers pressed at the outside edges of my clit. With one long swipe, your design was smoothed and I was hotter and wetter than the last erasure. By the fifth time you changed your mind, it was decided what you were going to do.

You lowered my leg and spun me around to face the other way. Your hand reached between my legs and rubbed the silky hair until all the shaving cream was rinsed away. You lowered me until I was sitting in your lap. Reaching to my knees, you pulled on them until my legs opened a little bit, putting my knees to the outside edges of yours. Parting your legs made mine part as well. Mine were opened so far that I could feel a slight breeze against my clit. That sensation was soon followed by the heat of your hand. You used one hand to part my pussy lips as your other massaged my clit. The slow rubbing of my hot wet slit paired well with the gentle tapping of my swelled, garnet clit. 

I knew it had to be harder than ever but could not feel it press to my ass and up my back as I expected. I reached around my waist and felt your abs tighten. I reached between my legs to feel for your cock. Reaching too far down, the first gift in my fingertips was your tightening balls. I moaned, grabbed on them, stroked them a slight bit then continued to feel for your thick throbbing shaft. You worked your magic and lifted it without touching it. Your hard cock tapped up against my wetness as your hands shifted to my breasts. You pulled me to lie back against your chest. With a twist of my neck, I spun my head to steal another kiss. Your fingers made way into my mouth. You reached across my thigh to guide your cock against my pussy. The wetness was unmistakable as you commented on it being no water to make it that wet. With a shy, acknowledging giggle, I leaned forward, tipping my pelvis to just the right angle. Your hand grabbed at my hair, then pushed my head forward further. I was folded in half as your cock made me moan. 

The gentle glide through my slit to my pounding clit made me gasp and hold my breath. Your fat head rubbed at my clit until I writhed in your lap. Those strong hands of yours pulled at my hips to move me smoothly across your long cock

Shave And A Hair Cut...



It was late Saturday morning and we had just stepped out of the shower (we almost always showered together) when Pam, my long-time girlfriend, lover and housemate said, "Ed, you need a hair cut."

I surveyed this petite, dark haired beauty, her creamy skin shimmering with water droplets and told her, "I just had one last Friday."

"I don't mean on your head, I mean around your privates. When we are doing 'things', they tickle my nose."

I thought about it and she was right. I said, "I tried to cut mine once but I ended up nicking myself so I quit trying. But yeah, I have the same problem with you. When I am 'doing' you, the hair gets in the way sometimes."

"Okay, so why don't I trim you and you can do me."

That sounded like a good deal, so it was decided. Still nude, she armed herself with a comb and a pair of scissors and told me to lie down on the bed.

I lay back and enjoyed the erotic pleasure of her soft hands, pulling, pushing and prodding my sensitive dick back and forth as she trimmed the hair around it. After just a few minutes of this I couldn't help it and I could feel my cock getting hard. I opened my eyes and looked up at her to see her reaction. As she worked, she was peering intently at my crotch, her tongue clenched tightly between her teeth and sticking out the side of her mouth. She was so intent on what she was doing I don't think she even noticed I had an erection and that my dick was hard as a rock in her hand. 

She was standing along side of me, with one foot on the floor and the other knee on the bed, right by my waist. My hand eased over to her and began caressing her buttocks, then slowly slipped between her legs.

When I put my finger in her wet box, she looked at me and smiled, opened her legs a little, closed her eyes and enjoyed what I was doing to her for a moment before she dipped her head and took my hard cock into her mouth. 

I had long since learned that she was an expert in the art of fellatio. At the very bottom of her downward stroke she could override her gag reflex and take all seven inches of my stiff dick down her throat. At the top, she liked to suck on the knob like it was a lollypop, running her tongue all around and along the sensitive bottom of the shaft while holding it up with her hand. I let her have her way, watching her head bob up and down, up and down, up and down. 

As much as I was enjoying this, I knew that it wasn't a one-way street. At my urging and without missing a beat, she straddled my face with her delicious pussy well within reach of my tongue. I lapped greedily at the love nectar she was producing while she did her best to make me forget everything in my life except my hard cock slipping in and out of her mouth.

I had to concentrate to be sure I gave her as good as I was getting. I was able to slide my tongue between the lips of her pussy and plunge it deeply into her snatch repeatedly, almost in cadence with her taking my cock down her throat. I soon won the race to make her cum first and felt her juices running down the sides of my face. She was holding my head captive with her thighs, her cunt pressed hard against my mouth. She stopped nursing on me, raised her head, closed her eyes and concentrated on my tongue pushing in and out of her. She was grinding her snatch against my face. When I knew she was close, I wrapped my arms around her waist to hold her in position, found her clitoris and sucked it between my lips. Each time I caressed it with my tongue, she quivered and let out a little moan. Very soon, she was jerking so hard it was all I could do to contain her with my arms. I knew I had done my duty when she let out a loud sigh, released my head from the grasp of her legs and wilted on top of me.

As was our custom after one of these events, she was almost in a stupor as she swapped ends and unhurriedly settled on my swollen, neglected cock. With her hand, she poised the tip of it at the lips of her vagina and carefully lowered her self, bit by bit, down on it. The sensation of warmth and encasement as it slipped slowly into her was ecstasy. She began to post up and down and I knew she liked to watch my face as she brought me to the edge of euphoria. She was smiling as she rode, hands on my chest and watching my face. It wasn't long before I succumbed to the sensation of my sensitive flesh sliding up and down within the sleeve of her soft pussy.

I could feel my climax building like a storm on the horizon, growing, swirling until it was overpowering and finally exploded out the end of my cock, shooting cum deep into her. My body gave her every drop of semen that it had stored in my balls since our last session. It took at least five good squirts to ejaculate it all but soon I was done, spent and almost comatose with sexual gratification and pleasure. 

Later, as she lay cuddled in the crook of my arm, she said, "I've changed my mind. I don't want you to trim my pussy hair; I want you to shave it."

WOW! I think I could do that.

The following morning, as we showered, I asked, "Are you ready for your shave?"

"I think so but you better be careful, I don't want you to cut me."

"I got everything I need yesterday at the drug store. Go lay down and I'll be with you in a moment. Put a towel under your ass so we don't get the bed wet."

When I came out of the bathroom, armed with one of the new vibrating safety razors, a can of shaving cream and a pan full of warm water she still looked uneasy.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Relax. Just lay back, close your eyes and enjoy."

She did as I said and let out an almost imperceptible sigh as I covered her entire groin with a very warm, wet, hand towel. When I removed it and started to apply the shaving cream that I had warmed in the water, she smiled and opened her legs a little wider.

"Ooh, I like the feeling of that."

I did too but I had a job to do. I carefully spread the cream all over the hair around her pussy (She already had it fashioned into something called a Bikini wax). I couldn't help but think how much it looked like whipped cream and thought of another game we often played. Now and then I 'accidentally' let my fingers slide along and into the lips of her vagina. 

Each time I did that she gave a little start and finally said, "Either shave me, eat me or fuck me but do something soon."

I knew I would fuck her later so I applied myself to the task of shaving her sweet beaver.

Carefully I swiped the hair and shaving cream away, rinsing the razor in the pan of water between each stroke. Soon, I was rewarded with a wonderful sight; a beautiful, creamy white, completely hairless pussy. It looked delicious. With the washcloth, I wiped away the last vestiges of the shaving cream. On an impulse, I used the handle of the vibrating razor to caress the area between the lips of her cunt.

She jumped as if shocked and said, "Don't play around, if you want to do something, put your dick in there."

So I did something I knew she liked better. I put my tongue in there. I can't begin to describe the erotic feeling of your mouth against a hairless, weeping pussy. I nuzzled, licked, tasted, sucked and generally lost myself in it, savoring both the exotic nectar and the smoothness of her skin. I was pushing my nose hard against her clit while my tongue drove itself deep in her cunt. I kept doing this until I was sure she was on the verge of a climax and then quickly mounted her, driving my cock into the warm, wet nest recently vacated by my tongue. 

She was almost screaming, "Oh my God, fuck me, fuck me hard!"

I was, I was fucking her as hard and deep as I could. I think she had an orgasm almost immediately but I was so lost in my own feelings of ecstasy I was not sure. My mind was awash with the sensation of euphoria that comes with an outstanding climax as I spewed my load into her.

I wilted on top of her but she was only whimpering and was completely non-responsive. I think we both fell asleep. 

Later, when we were lying together, basking in the afterglow of coital bliss, she said to me, "That was wonderful. I don't think I ever came that hard. I really enjoyed it but I think we have it backward. You should shave me on Saturday and I would trim your hair on Sunday."

"Yeah, as long as it doesn't screw up our mutual massages on Tuesday and Friday nights."

"No, we would still do that and also watch the porno movies on Monday and Thursdays.

The only thing we need is something exciting to do on Wednesday."

I thought about it for a moment. "That would be nice."

"I know," she whispered as she fondled my hardening dick, "Gretchen, the tall blond at work has made a couple of very suggestive remarks to me. Why don't I tell her about what we did this weekend and see if she would like you to shave her on Wednesday?"

"Yeah, why not?"

But that's another story.

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Copyright © 09-10-2007 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author.

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Shave and a Haircut



Author's note: the following story is pure fiction, based solely on the imagination of the author's mind. Any semblance to real or imagined persons or world events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.

Last night I was laying beside a sweet young thing, having fucked ourselves silly, even though I didn't know her name, and suddenly a thought came to me. It was a new twist on my various personal amusements.

Even though I was pretty tired from screwing the young blonde (she was so exhausted after nine orgasms that she finally fell off my cock after my last orgasm, curled up in my arms and was asleep almost instantly), I lay there for a long time thinking through the new idea. Now this morning I had a plan and was about to implement it.

The store was one of my favorites because hundreds, even thousands, of women patronized this store every day. Of course they ran the gamut from beautiful to super ugly, from underaged to ageless, from sexy to repugnant. But it always amazed me how high a percentage of the women in this store held some sort of attraction for me, maybe facial beauty or big breasts (my personal preference) or shapely bottom or nice legs or all of the above. I'm sure other stores had equal numbers of attractive females but I liked this one, maybe because it was less than two miles from my house.

I had arrived early, although it was still an hour after their opening . . . when they were unlocking the doors, I was in the process of getting a good morning fuck from that sweet thing, whatever her name was. Now, having sent her on her way after a communal shower, I pushed a basket through the pharmacy area, adding two cans of shave cream, three squeeze tubes of KY Jelly and three packages of disposable razors to my basket. I moved on to the dry goods area and added several nice soft washcloths to my collection. Then I walked to the middle of the store and stopped, out of the way of the few shoppers. Closing my eyes, I visualized the shape of the huge store and concentrated . . . hard. 

I thought, 'If you are a non-virgin woman under the age of 35 either in or entering the building, you will gradually migrate to the women's restroom in the back of the store. At my signal, you will approach me and become extremely horny. You will remove all clothing below your waist and do whatever it takes to insure my access to your breasts. You will follow my instructions without hesitation. Any time I touch one of your nipples, your pussy or your anus, you will have an orgasm. If I choose to shave you and you have a significant other, you will inform him or her that you have had an itch in that area and your doctor recommended that you keep it shaved until the itch has gone away. However you will know that it was me who shaved you and that you loved every second of having me attend to your pussy. You will remember every orgasm during your time with me and relish the feelings you achieved. You will remember my phone number and call me monthly to see if you can set up another meeting with me for more of the same activity. No one in or entering the store will see, hear or remember anything out of the ordinary today.'

Like an invisible veil, the command block encircled the building instantly. As always when I used the power, I was breathing heavily as if I had just run a marathon, my heart rate almost doubled what it is normally. I took a few deep breaths and then pushed my basket toward the back of the store, to the restrooms located by the service desk.

Although I had not been that far from my destination, there were already three women standing just inside the door, which I propped open . . . no one would think anything about it today. I took my items out of the basket, leaving it outside, and placed them on the counter top which contained three lavatories. Quickly I removed packaging and price tags and pulled up the little metal stool on wheels that I had grabbed on the way by the shoe department.

Crooking my finger at the first woman, I began to probe her mind. Her name was Alex, she was 29 years old, married with two kids who were in school, and had only had four lovers in her life, all during her high school days but none after she got together with her husband.

She removed her tight jeans and midi-panties to reveal a nicely shaped ass. Her pussy was covered with a thick thatch of dark brown hair that belied the long streaky blonde hair on her head. She was quite attractive and opened her jacket, pulled up a T-shirt, and unfastened her bra to reveal a nice part of C-cup twins.

I motioned for her to sit on the counter top next to one of the lavatories which I was filling with warm water. I stepped over in front of her and she just automatically spread her legs to let me get closer. I tweaked her left nipple and watched as her body shook with an orgasm while my hand massaged the handful of soft tit flesh.

I bent down and wrapped my mouth around her other nipple and felt her shuddering again. The only sound she made was a gentle "mmmm" but her hand held the back of my head to her breast. Moving my hand away from her left tit, I tested her by touching her again and once more she shivered through an orgasm, this time with the "mmmmmm" being a little longer and a little louder.

I sat back on the stool and had the woman scoot forward until part of her bottom was off the edge of the marble counter top and she was laying on her back, holding her knees out to the side. Her pussy was just below my face. Taking a wet washcloth, I covered all of the curly hair with a light coating of water, then added shave cream. When my fingers slid along the sides of her pussy coating her outer lips, she shuddered for a few seconds with another climax.

Using one of the razors, I very carefully began shaving her thatch, leaving behind smooth soft skin. When I got within an inch of the top of her crease, I left a little patch of hair, neatly and carefully trimming it into the shape of a little heart. Finally, needing to support her puffy lips, I stuck two fingers into her pussy and watched as she came again. When the waves of pleasure passed, I quickly shaved both sides, albeit not without removing and inserting my fingers twice more, causing two more orgasms. 

After I had washed her off, I stood and gazed approvingly at my handiwork. I asked her how she liked it. She rubbed herself with both hands, smiled and just nodded.

Removing my pants and dropping them on the floor out of the way, I noticed that my audience had grown to seven other women, all crowding into the little entranceway to the restroom, all now staring intently at what I was doing or at the young lady who was submitting herself to me. I dropped my shorts and kicked them away, letting my erection spring free.

I turned back to Alex and lifted her legs a bit, watching my probe carefully as it neared her pussy. No sooner had the head of my cock disappeared into the folds of her cunt than she began to shake, harder than before. 

She murmured, "uh ... oh ... oh, yes!" 

Her channel was wet and slick and I pressed my whole shaft into her with one push, loving the feeling of her buttocks against my crotch. 

Although I knew that I would not cum in every woman that I would experience that day, I was equally sure that this one, being the first, would get my first load. I savored the feelings of having her hot flesh wrapped around my pulsating cock . . . and then pulled it free of her completely. I eased it back in and watched her cum again. Four times she climaxed before I began to really fuck her pussy. By then it only took a few more strokes for my balls to begin shooting their treasure into her hot box.

After I pulled out of her, I kept her legs up and spread, one resting on my shoulder while I touched the pad of my middle finger to the puckered cover of her ass hole. She squealed and came again. I removed my hand only to bring it back a few seconds later. Once more she came and I repeated the process twice more, watching as her own cum and mine trickled out of her pretty pussy. Finally I looked at my watch, surprised that all had transpired in just about 20 minutes. She had cum fourteen times, a record that she would remember frequently in the future and she went away with a load of my cum oozing onto her panties.

There were now ten women crowded together waiting for me and I knew that I would have to find some way to keep the group narrowed down. Unfortunately there just was not enough time to do all of the women, even though I would have loved to. Quickly looking through the group, I waved for five of them to continue their shopping, although I was reluctant to do so.

Then motioning for one of the women to join me, I returned to my task at hand. Her name was Maddy, she was 32, had long brown hair and a reasonably good figure: large tits, narrow waist, very round bottom. She was divorced and dated several men, none of them seriously although she had sex with most of them. She had a really beautiful face. 

She quickly undressed and climbed onto the counter top. She had some soft tan lines that indicated that she was used to wearing a bikini and thus had trimmed her bush accordingly. Disappointingly her cunt lips had recently been waxed but at least there was a fair amount of hair above her mound.

I started with her tits and soon found that she had extra large nipples that responded very nicely to my fingers and tongue. Before I was satisfied, Maddy had cum six times and I hadn't even gotten to the best parts. She turned out to be something of a screamer, yelling encouragement to me every time she had an orgasm

Somewhat reluctantly I moved her down on the counter, prepared her pubic hair for my attention and carefully shaved her clean except for a quarter-inch wide, one-inch high V pointing to the payoff spot. I know I didn't have to but I inserted two fingers into her cunt four different times just to watch her climax. I get a tremendous amount of satisfaction from watching my partners cum. Even after I had cleaned her up, I stood between her legs and slid my dong into her four more times, although I knew that I wasn't even going to try to work up another load for this sweet thing today. But it was great watching her cum and hearing about her pleasure.

A little probing yielded the knowledge that she had let two men attempt to fuck her ass but both had hurt so bad that she made them stop long before it was successful. Now however a little command from me and she relaxed her anus, I slathered the KY Jelly on my cock and in her hole and when my probe entered her, she climaxed immediately and begged me to fuck her. I did for a few strokes before backing out completely, then sliding back in so I could watch her cum. Three more times it happened, each time her screams raising in pitch until she reached an ear-splitting crescendo. 

Finally I pulled out of her and cleaned both me and her, leaving her pussy dripping with her own juices as I slipped her panties back on. She had trouble putting her slacks back on but finally managed it and staggered back into the store, seemingly oblivious that her titties were bared to the view of everyone. I knew she would cover up before she left the store.

And so the day went. After Alex and Maddy, there was Jennifer, Sunni, Maria, Carrie, Norma, Kayla, Amie, Danielle, Celia, Anya, Faith, Olivia, Raquel, Vicky, Heather, Natalie, Veronika, Leanne, Colleen, Nicky, Gabbi, Irene, Misty, Ashley, & Violeta, with some time out for a leisurely lunch in the sandwich shop. I arranged for Natalie, who had an enormous set of hooters although she was only 22, to meet me at home for the evening's romp since she had no family ties or serious boyfriend to worry about. Veronika had been a staunch lesbian but left that day with a distinctive bi-sexual flavor to her preferences.

Every woman left only after having double-figure orgasms, something most of them had never had before. In fact many of them had never had more than one or two at any sexual encounter and four had never had an orgasm at ANY time. The least one had experienced 11 orgasms and one really cute little 34 year old had 21 before I let her wobble away with a crooked grin on her face. 

All of them finished their shopping with their pussies leaking their own copious juices and eight of them were leaking our combined cum. Eleven walked away with the knowledge that they loved anal sex and would be able to enjoy it with any man, now that they carried permanently a little "suggestion" on how to relax their sphincter at will.

Of the 27 women that I played with in a little over 10 hours, I shaved 6 of them as bare as babys' butts, left 5 with small V-shaped arrow heads, 4 with little hearts and 8 with narrow "landing strips" while 6 of them were already closely shaven before we met. Eleven of them, including five who were married and two with boyfriends, had instructions to call me to arrange for another meeting and would do so every month until I tired of them and moved on.

When I left for the day, I knew I would not do the same thing the following day but also knew that I would return to this same scenario very soon, perhaps with a little different age restriction but basically the same event, because I loved the results. I thought that I would like to try it with, oh, say, 35 to 55-year-old women.

I suppose it is best that there aren't many people in the world who have the power I've been endowed with or there would be few faithful women in this world. I really do appreciate faithful women but ... well, I just love pussy too much to leave them alone. If I could, I would fuck every woman in the world, or at least do something with her to make her feel the pleasure that my partners today felt. And giving a pussy shave or a little haircut is one way of spreading my power around. Yep, I love it!

The End



Shave & a Hard Fuck



It's nighttime in April. Another long, boring, schmoozy Law function has ended. You have some work to catch up on anyway, and you hang behind to use the computers, offering to kill the lights on 3 before you go. 

A half-hour passes, and you finish your work. It's about 11:00pm now, and the building is silent. As you get up to leave the third floor lounge, you can actually hear the turn of the security camera. 

You decide to stop at the restroom before you head to your car. Not surprisingly, the men's room is quiet, empty. The recycled beer makes a tinny noise as it hits its mark. You sigh, zip, and open the stall door, still fumbling with your belt.

That is as far as you go.

A small, cream-colored hand grabs your half-fastened belt. Another pretty little hand smacks hard, palm-first, into your chest, pushing you back against the stall. The door flies open and you stumble, falling seated on the toilet. You look up and notice that your belt has pulled loose, and is curled up in my hands. 

I smile, and for the first time you realize that my lips are painted, red. That I am wearing all black. Tight skirt, maybe leather, my leather boots, and a skintight, lowcut black shirt (no bra). 

"This is the only place in the law school without cameras," I explain. You start to laugh, but realize that I am deadly serious. I crack the folded leather in my hands and you start. "I'm not really into this stuff from the receiving end, you know-"

I silence you immediately, combining another crack of the belt in my hands with a swift, savage kiss. You try to reach for me, to tangle your hands in my auburn hair, but I rap them with the belt. They sting. You are surprised to find that you don't care.

"I want you to service me," I explain, nodding "I have certain things with me that you will use, the way I tell you. If you complain, I will make you suffer for it. If you are good, you will be rewarded. Understand?" You're a smart man, as well as a man with an incredible hard-on at the moment. You nod back. 

I reach under the stall to the next stall's floor, and pull over a small black purse. 

"Open this," I demand. Inside you find a small but expensive razor, and a quantity of scented shaving gel. You start to smile, and the belt cracks, this time on the side of your calf, which is exposed by your shorts. 

"No jokes," I tell you. "I wouldn't want you to laugh and cut me." I instruct you to peel off my skirt, and you do, exposing black lace panties and black stockings. I tell you to take those down too, and then I stand in front of you, naked from the waist to the knees. From your seat you are eye level with my pussy. You can see that it is already glistening.

"Now, I want you to shave me. Gently, carefully, and completely. There is water and a washcloth in the bag with the razor. Use them. The cleaner you make me, the better it is for you."

You begin your work, hands shaking. You start with slow, broad strokes, almost caressing my pussy with the blade. You use the cloth between passes, making sure that nothing impedes the razor's edge. As you get toward the most delicate work you pause, inspecting me as if I were a piece of sculpture. then you begin to treat me as one. You gently lift each of my lips and stroke them with the razor. You are quick, but thorough, rubbing gently along each pink, swollen surface to ensure a job well done. At long last, you are satisfied. With the shaving, at least.

"Get me the mirror from my bag," I tell you. "I need to inspect your work." You hand me a compact mirror and I place between my thighs. Mimicking your gentle touches, I test each surface, watching my fingers, watching you watch me. 

At this point you need something. Something more than teases and touches. You reach for me again, and this time I let you. Your hands grasp my beasts, searching for the nipples that by this time are ramrod straight. Then I push you back again, hard. I struggle back to a standing position, barely breathing.

"I want you...," I pant, "I need you to lick me...lick my clean, shaven pussy. I need your tongue inside me."

I've never seen a man so obliging. Leaning forward, knees cushioned by the washcloth on the floor, you press your face into my crotch. Your lips and tongue are everywhere at first, then concentrated, driving against my clit, and then inside me, then back to my clit as you push one, two, three rough fingers inside me. I bite down on the belt to keep from screaming in the school bathroom. I grab your head and grind against it, fucking your face the way you love to fuck mine. 

And then, I can't wait any more. I push you back, one last time. I drop that damned belt and I shrug out of what panties and skirt I have left. Before you can stand and turn me around, or even reposition yourself I am on top of you, straddling you, being impaled by you. 

This time, the only thing keeping my screams from being heard is your shoulder, which I am biting like a sex-driven vampire. You start to caution me, but remember that you don't have to anymore, and even if you did, you wouldn't care at this point. 

You drive into me every bit as hard as I push myself onto you. You hear a short, sharp intake of breath, and for a second, you wonder if you are hurting me, but you can't care. You fuck me, hard. Harder than you have ever fucked any woman in your life. My body, my lips, my teeth beg you for it. Beg you for more, and you give it, over and over, until finally, you come. Hard and low, with a guttural moan that I haven't heard since the last time I went to a zoo. On top of you, I whine and keen like a woman possessed, because I am. 

We slump together, exhausted. After a few minutes of holding each other fiercely, I dismount, come dribbling from my bare pussy down my leg. I duck into the next stall to clean up, suddenly modest. You get yourself together where you are, and finally put your belt on correctly. 

"Come on, baby," I purr from the adjacent stall, "Let's get back to my place for the midnight Celebrity Poker rerun."

FLUSH.



Shave and a Show



It was a late morning and I knew I didn't have to be in at work until late. I had woke up horny as could be too. I'm not sure what it was that morning; whether it was just me dreaming of being in the midst of some torrid orgy. Either way I knew I had to get my day rolling. I staggered into the shower with the hope of shaking the cobwebs and getting motivated for the day.

I stripped down and stepped into the tub as the hot water ran across my body. As I lathered up, I still couldn't help but still frisky. I poured some more shower gel onto my hand and slowly rubbed it across my body. I couldn't help but stroke my still semi-hardened cock. The lather ran underneath my balls and I could feel my breath getting shorter as I rubbed myself. I was enjoying myself in the steam and feeling my manhood rise within my hands. My cock head was starting to bob and I massaged my balls.

I noticed how fuzzy I had become and craved that smooth shaven feel again. I turned to let the water rinse the soap off as I reached across to find the shaving gel. I filled my palm with the thick white foam and applied it to my engorged self. The shaving gel felt so much thicker and richer than the shower gel; it had the feel of a warm slickened pussy in my hands. It felt maddeningly close to the feel of an old girlfriend's snug pussy. It felt so good I made sure I worked that lather up and down the length of my cock several times. I could feel myself swelling up as I ran my grip to & fro. As one hand stroked mightily, my other was cupping my swelling balls and massaging. I eventually loosened my grip and proceeded to find my razor. I carefully whisked the shaving cream off of my heavy balls, groin and near my shaft. It felt wonderful being so smooth again! I rinsed what little soap and shaving cream was left off of me and marveled at the look of my shaven cock & balls. I was still hard and my cock swayed as I stepped out of the shower.

I couldn't believe how horny I still was and how gorgeous my cock felt as it was swollen and hung heavy from my groin. I pulled my towel from the rack and dried off. The terry cloth brushed up against my swollen purple tip and it felt wonderful. I was so sensitive and it sent a surge through me. For kicks I hung my towel across my length and let the weight of the wet towel tug against my erect cock. My cock bobbed in eager response. I had to have a release soon. My mind was racing and my cock was pulsing.

*****

I walked out of the steamy bathroom with my erect cock bobbing underneath my towel. The weight of the towel made my cock that much more rigid and firm. I could feel my blood rushing & surging through the length of my meaty shaft. My smoothly shaven balls tingled with anticipation in the cool fresh air. My mind was racing, not as to when I was going to get off but how. I knew I was swollen with my thick cum and I had to have a release soon. I reached back into the bathroom cabinet and reached for the baby oil. The feel of that slick lubricant always made me hornier. I walked into my bedroom with that bottle and my cock jutting forth leading the way..

I removed my towel and my cock sprung forth skyward. I could practically feel my juices swirling around within me. My shaft throbbed and its veins engorged pulsed along my shaft. My cock was just begging for that eruption soon to come! I laid down on my bed sheets and saw my cock sway freely. I quickly opened the bottle of baby oil and poured some out onto the palm of my outstretched hand. My mind was racing recalling erotic adventures of the past & fantasies I have yet to fulfill. I had envisioned many escapades with previous girlfriends, lovers & other escapades I've had over the years. Oh how naughty some of them were! I had also passed through my mind some of the fantastic things & wonderful creatures I have seen online and in porn. All of this imagery just made my long shaft feel that much thicker and firmer. The oil in my cupped hand made its way to my swaying balls. My skin tingled as the slippery liquid made contact with the skin of my balls. I massaged the oil in deeply and felt my balls move within its sack. Mmmm... my marbles slid around within the grip of my hand and pulsed with excitement. I tipped my head back and groaned at how good it felt. My balls were smooth and oh-so sensitive to the touch. My breathing had become shallow as I slowly worked the oil into myself. My cock was now raging for attention as well.

I cup some more oil into the palm of my hand and slowly & methodically run it along the length of my cock. I hold the bottle over my aching cock and dribble the cold slippery stream onto the tip and watch the oil descend for what seems like forever down the shaft of my cock. My freshly shaven cock shivers and is still raging to explode. My ass tightens & tenses as this slippery oil hits my smooth cock skin. I instinctually grasp at my cock and slowly move the oil along. The dim light in the room hits my length and I'm excited to see how shiny my cock looks. My rhythm slowly builds as I oil my cock up. The heat generated is maddening. It so reminds me of previous lovers and their warm and snug orifices- whether it was their delectably snug pussies or their pert tight asses. I can practically hear their moaning in my head as I stroke myself so much closer to that release that I've been craving.

In my mind's eye I can practically see my pointed purple helmet entering her snug hole. She's practically been wetted down by my spearing tongue or my pre-cum. My breathing quickens as I see this image in my head. I look down and see that my hand is now a blur across my dick. Oh what a glorious feeling is coming over my body... Mmmmm! With my free hand I reach down & cradle my balls and massage them furiously. I change pace every now & then as I envision my cock nearing her shaven pussy. I twirl my hand across the crown of my purple head. My cock twitches as I tease it just so; it's so reminiscent of a wonderful licking that I had gotten several times from a girlfriend who was so very adept with a tongue! All of these images flood my mind and I'm aroused like no other. My body tenses and flexes as this wave of sensuality rips across my frame. I buck & groan as I stroke myself. My piston like grip releases and tightens as I vary my stroke urging and prolonging those sweet sensations surging within me. My cock is in exquisite heaven and I'm loving every moment my hot oiled hands can provide me...

*****

I was there in an orgasmic frenzy, stroking & rubbing my freshly shaven cock. Lying back, my well-oiled cock was being rubbed in a blur; my grip tightening and loosening as my hand rose & descended upon its length. My breathing had gotten shallow as I was bathed in this glorious feeling. I could feel my legs tensing up and my ass clenching as I could feel that inevitable feeling rising within me.

And then out of the dim light beyond the doorway, I saw her standing there eyeing me. She obviously enjoyed the show I was putting on. I had no idea how long she had been standing there looking at me as I was in my self-induced bliss. As shocked as I was to have someone so quietly sneak in on me, I at no point let go of my stiff cock. I slowed my pace down a bit but I was in too heightened a state at this point. She smiled at me- not saying a word. Thinking this obviously met with her approval, I tipped my head back and resumed my pace. I saw that she was walking over to me now... looking at my shiny meaty shaft and also making eye contact with me. She was obviously enjoying the show that I was putting on and knowing that I was so aroused.

She sat next to me and reached across to grab the bottle of baby oil. She deftly opened it and dribbled a few more cool drops on the tip of my cock. I slackened my grip as to accept the slippery liquid on my cock. Ooooooo... a new sensation rippling down my shaft. I was loving it! I was eyeing her now as she was being my cock tease. My one hand still tugging at my balls and my dominant hand slowly methodically giving myself that forbidden pleasure. I grunted and tipped my head back as I knew I was performing for her now. It was no longer about me pleasing myself any more. Not a word was said but I knew that she wanted to see me have an orgasm... one way or another.

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She knew she had me at a disadvantage. I was already sprawled out on the bed stroking away on my thickened cock. The baby oil that she had dribbled upon my shaft just heightened the sensation. I couldn't take my eye off of her. She opened her blouse to reveal two of the most gorgeous breasts I had seen in awhile. Even in the dim light I could make out their voluptuous shape. Their nipples were jutting out in full glory for me to see. This just made the cum within my freshly shaven balls quiver that much more and swirl around in anticipation. I didn't want to stop performing for her. My hand was slowly & rhythmically going up & down my hard shaft and my other hand was meticulously massaging my swollen balls. If I wasn't erect before, I was most definitely now. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she slowly decided to disrobe before me.

She was silent. I could feel as though she was checking me out as I played methodically on my cock. She slithered out of her pants elegantly to show me her beautiful naked form. If I didn't know better, she was the one putting on the show for me as opposed me putting on a show for her. Whatever the reason, it seemed mutually gratifying so far. I'd release my massaging touch to reach out to her thigh and yet she backed off. She didn't want me to touch yet and that drove me wild. She gingerly put my hand back on my groin and as she did so, she ran her delicate fingers across her smooth tummy. She traced the smooth shaven lips of her slit to show me that she was as bald as I was. I was practically gulping air at this point ogling her and feeling my own arousal taking flight.

My mind was a blur as I awaited where this was going to go next. My body was set to explode and I was all hers for the viewing and taking.

***********



Shave Me



Sara's ass glowed crimson red as she quickly dressed in her yoga clothes. I sat leaning against the bathroom counter admiring her. Standing barely 5'6" her muscular legs stretched her pants perfectly. The waistband made a popping sound as it fitted into place. She critically watched herself in the mirror as she slid her top over her head, effectively covering a dark mark on her shoulder. She was running late because of my morning antics, and quickly pulled her long brown and blonde hair into a ponytail.

I looked at my face in the mirror as she applied make-up. Grinning, I noticed her dried juices and come on my morning whiskers. Softly I rubbed my chin with my forefinger and thumb, feeling the roughness that she had just had between her legs. Turning the water on, I pulled out my shaving kit. 

The steam was beginning to roll from the sink as I wetted my brush. Dabbing and swirling the brush into the soap, I created a thick lather. As I coated the rough hairs on my face, I glanced at the time on my phone. "You better hurry my pet, it's 0745," I said with a devious smile on my face. "15 minutes before class starts," I teased.

Sara shot me an annoyed look, as it was I who had disrupted our morning routine. Typically, she was required to be up by 0600. The dogs were to be fed, coffee made, and back in my lap in my chair by 0615. First, we would discuss our dreams, then our plans for the day. Her morning spanking always followed. She could count on having my hand on her ass in the mornings, as I loved the daily connection; my floggers and paddles would be used for sessions later in the day.

This morning had started routinely enough. However, when she returned with my coffee and her tea, she found me waiting with long lengths of white nylon rope in hand. Her surprised look had given me a good chuckle. Slowly she had walked to the bed, dropping her head intuitively.

After taking the hot cups from her and placing them on an end table, I bent her over our bed. She assumed her position with her arms folded behind her back, ass jutting out and knees straight. Sara was a true masochist, and I was always in for a good work out to give her the pain that she needed.

Her ass went from pink to dark red over the span of ten minutes. I expertly worked each side with varying intensity. I enjoyed watching, as her cunt began to open and close slightly with her contractions. Her juices signaled her body's awakening as they dripped from her sweet spot.

Her moans had grown louder, her cries more deliberate. She knew that I didn't always allow her to come in the morning, edging was almost expected. However, this morning as I slipped several fingers into her quivering cunt I knew that I wanted her come for my breakfast.

I finger fucked her from behind until I could feel her interior walls gripping and trying to pull me deeper. Her begging came quietly in between breaths, "Michael, please can I come?"

My hand had slowed signaling her answer before I whispered her reply. "Not yet my pet." I slid my fingers from her now swollen pussy to taste her sweetness. "Roll onto your back," I directed as I spanked her tender bottom.

She rolled onto her back and followed the direction of my finger as I instructed her to lay long ways on the bed. Using the rope, I secured her hands together quickly above her head. The big O-rings on the headboard clinked as I attached to the ropes holding her wrists.

Sitting beside her, I picked up a second and third section of rope. With my hands I pulled her left leg up and slightly to the side so that her calf touched her hamstring. Making many large loops around her thighs and lower leg, I bound her leg closed. I then methodically anchored the rope to the end of the headboard, securing her leg up diagonally. I finished the right leg in the same manner and then inspected my work.

She laid supine and spread open for me, with her arms above her head and each leg tied with symmetry. The loops of rope lay perfectly next to each other, the knots tucked away and out of sight. As I gazed upon her body, her small breasts rose with each breath. In this pose, her swollen clit was pushed forward and naked. Her beauty was perfectly captured and bound into static form.

Satisfied, I knelt in front of her and between her legs. Moistening my pointer and middle finger with my mouth, I lightly teased her vulnerable clit. I added pressure as she covertly tested her restraints. The ropes were fastened tightly, denying her any movement.

She bit her lower lip as her desire quickly returned. Her clit became swollen and hard as I continued to rub it in tiny circles. Licking her juices from my fingers, I lowered my face between her legs. I stopped just shy of her clit and blew on her softly. Her groan of pleasure and yearning filled my ears as my mouth encased her bud.

I lightly sucked her hard clit into my mouth as my fingers plunged into her waiting hole. My tongue began to swirl and please while she was held captive to my desires. My fingers began to fuck her. Slowly, I pressed my face into her silken pubis. My whiskers made a scratching sound against her, as I made little side-to-side movements with my face. My tongue remained on her clit tasting every bit of its entirety as I moved. Her sounds changed as my whiskers rubbed against her. The sweet torture of pain mixed with pleasure was evident as I felt her attempts to buck under me. 

I slowly built up the tempo; sucking and finger fucking harder and harder. Her pleasure completely overrode the pain, as her orgasm neared. The sounds of her impending orgasm were well known to me. Her moans became higher pitched, her breathing quickened and became haggard. Glancing up, I noticed her head was thrown back and her chest had flushed a dark red.

Her request came out between breaths, "Michael... Please, may I come?"

I stopped moving my tongue and pulled my face away as I slowly grinded my fingers in her pussy. "Not yet, my pet," I whispered.

Her whimper made my cock swell as she turned her head sideways and began to bite the inside of her shoulder. Smiling I resumed my attention to her clit and swollen pussy. Her muffled cries were loud to me, as she bit down harder with the effort of staving off her release. All too quickly, I heard another plea through her gritted teeth. "Michael! I need to come!"

I pulled away again but this time I slid my fingers from her throbbing pussy. Her lip pouted as she groaned with the emptiness. Sliding on top of her, I found her lips with my own. I kissed her deeply, as she attempted to show me her need with her mouth. I felt her attempting to press up and into me as our tongues danced with each other.

Pulling away slightly, I looked to her shoulder. A perfect O had been formed by the marks of her teeth. Inside of the O had turned a light blue where a bruise had already begun to form. I traced the beautiful indentions with a finger and then placed my mouth over the area. I located the ring and slowly began to bite down. Her scream was loud in my ears as I renewed the pain to her shoulder. She let out a loud guttural groan as I held the tortuous pressure and counted quietly in my head to ten.

As I released and pulled away, my saliva trailed behind. Her moist shoulder was now a dark red with an almost perfect purple O. Her chest heaved as she looked at our mark. She whimpered as I slid back to kneeling between her legs. I found her cunt dripping, wetter than when I had left it. Her viscous juices had replaced my spit.

Quickly, I resumed where I had left off. My fingers easily located the hard ball of nerves just inside her cunt. I pressed into it as my fingers moved. Her scream pierced my ears, as I felt the muscles in her legs spasm. Fighting with everything she had, to follow my commands. Another loud guttural sound came from deep in her throat as I continued to drive her past her ability to withstand orgasm.

Looking up, I watched her contorted face. She caught me watching, and locked on my eyes. Her fear of failure was visible as she watched me working on her. Her mouth fell open as the first waves of ecstasy became imminent. Her eyes began to water as she held my gaze. The time had come. "Good girl, come for me," I whispered.

Her body responded immediately to my voice. Her succulent hole clenched around my stroking fingers. The veins on her neck rose up and her stomach tensed as she was drowned in wave after wave of orgasm. Her eyes quivered, as she tried to maintain contact but finally succumbed to her relentless orgasm.

My cock thickened and engorged as I felt her pleasure with my mouth. Her juices covered my face, my fingers, and ran freely down my hand. Slowly her torrential waves subsided, and became softer and further apart. I slowed my mouth and fingers, listening to her body. She was nearing her sensitive phase and so I pulled away softly from her clit. She jerked lightly as my fingers slid from her swollen labia.

I sat up and watched her deep breathing begin to slow. Her moist eyes cracked open, as a smile filled her face. "Oh my God, Michael!" She sighed, and then began to giggle. Her soft laugh was contagious and soon the room was filled with our laughter.

Glancing at the time, I noticed that she had only 20 minutes before her Yoga class. "You better hurry pet, I'd hate for you to be late to class," I warned 

Her face turned to business as she glanced to the clock. "Someone will need to untie me..." she teased.

I watched my pet, filled with pride and love as I untied her. She rubbed the indented rope marks on her wrists as she was released. Quickly she went to the bathroom to get ready.

********

The clatter of a dropped mascara bottle brought me back to my shave. Sara was quickly putting her make-up back into her bag, as she was ready to go. Raising an eyebrow, I picked up my razor poised for the first swipe.

"I'll see you in an hour," Sara said as she placed a kiss on my temple. I admired her profile in the mirror, as she stood on tiptoes to reach my temple. A devious thought crossed my mind as she turned to leave.

"Pet," I called. Just leaving the bathroom, she glanced back to me. 

"Yes Michael," she said half turning as she walked.

When I didn't answer, she stopped and turned giving me her full attention. "Yes Michael," she answered again.

I smiled as I turned to her. My arm lifted as I offered my razor to her. "Shave me," I whispered.

"Michael..." she started, "You require me to keep my body in shape and healthy for you. In order to do that, you have to let me exercise," she answered.

My razor remained in place, offered to her, as I held her gaze with mine. An eyebrow rose again as I whispered, "Shave me."

Her conflict was obvious as she shifted from foot to foot. She bit her lower lip as I allowed her to chew through her thoughts.

I shrugged my shoulders as I turned back to the mirror. As she began to walk towards me, I caught her gaze again through her reflection in the mirror. "You realize I will have to discipline you, if you defy me," I said with a sparkle in my eye.

Her posture changed as she stepped close, her decision made. "Of course Michael," she said smiling. "I am yours to do with as you wish." With that, she kissed my temple again and rushed out of the house.

Moistening the razor in the hot water, I smiled as I began my shave.

The hour passed quickly. It didn't take long to get the items together that I would need for Sara's return. I lit the single white candle that was kept near the entrance, which signaled a pending punishment, then brought the supplies I had gathered into the bathroom.

The hum of the garage door opening signaled her return. I stripped off my clothes and folded them neatly on the counter. My hand dipped into a crystal bowl of hard, raw rice. Feeling its texture as I cupped a small amount, I lifted and let it run through my hand and back into the bowl. The hard grain made a soft, tinkling sound in the empty bathroom.

I heard the door to the house close softly, and felt her presence as she sought me out. Her keys made a quiet sound as she placed them with the other keys in the kitchen jar. I listened to the muffled sound of her gym bag being laid softly on the tile floor. Her flip flops clicking as she removed them and placed them in their usual spot by the stairs. I imagined her tip toeing, as she instinctively headed to our room.

From the open door of the bathroom I could see her as our bedroom door opened. She stood quietly in the doorway for a moment. Following the rules she undressed, folded each item neatly, and then placed it on the desk. She appeared slightly fatigued from her workout, and her pony tail had loosened somewhat.

Naked, she dropped to her knees and lowered her eyes. Her hands were clasped behind her neck with her fingers interlocked. Her elbows pointed outward, as she made a perfect horizontal line with her arms. She completed her pose as she pressed her breasts forward.

Satisfied, I spoke as I continued to play with the rice, "Crawl on your hands and knees to the bathroom door my pet." 

"Yes, Michael," she answered

She crawled slowly, eyes downcast, across the carpeted floor of the bedroom. She made sure to sway her hips and draw attention to her ass. She hadn't noticed the rice, and her head turned slightly to the side questioning the tiny sounds that it made. As she arrived at the doorway she returned to her original pose and waited.

As I began to run warm water into a bucket I spoke with her. "There are times that I will give you assignments or tasks that are impossible for you to accomplish. I do this because I wish to discipline you. There will be times that I punish you without any wrong doing on your part. I do this because it brings me pleasure to give you the pain that you ache for. I do this because I enjoy your struggle. I do this because of the love and bond that we share."

With the bucket filled half way, I placed it at my feet. "I asked for two minutes of your time this morning," I began. "You had a choice of time or discipline. You chose discipline. Now I will require much more of you than two minutes," I stated

"Yes Michael," Sara answered. "I chose discipline. I am yours to discipline, and to teach to be your good pet," she finished.

My hand stopped playing with the rice and the silence became deafening. Scooping a full handful I tossed it across the tile floor. The ten feet between us became filled with tiny, white, sharp edged, pieces of rice. Another handful followed the first, creating a nice even coating. I watched as several pieces bounced off of her knees, and she realized what the tiny sound had been.

"Crawl to me and face your punishment," I demanded.

Sara dropped her hands to the floor and I watched as she gingerly started her crawl. As her knees made their first movement, the rice made a popping sound. Portions of rice were being crushed from her weight as others pressed into her flesh. She let out a small gasp as the nerve endings came to life on the palms of her hands.

She made another movement forward, towards me, as even her seasoned knees felt pain. She adjusted, trying to place more weight on her hands as more rice dug into her knees. The rice was relentless as she made another move closer. It found every soft spot, every small wrinkle in her hands and knees.

Small specks of blood began to show on the floor behind her as the rice had created tiny superficial lacerations upon her skin. As she made her last deliberate move to me, she groaned in pain. The meat of her palms and knees had to be screaming for her to stop. I watched, amazed, as she embraced the pain. A wicked smile crossed her face as she let out an animalistic growl.

Having arrived at my feet, she exhaled loudly. She was breathing deep and hard, having inadvertently held her breath for her last move. 

I lifted the straight blade from the counter and unfolded it, offered it once more to her. "Now you will shave me," I directed. She sat up on her knees, wincing as more weight was transferred to those two small areas of skin and bone. She took the blade and looked to my face.

"No, my pet," I said, reading her thoughts. "My face is shaven. You will shave both of my legs. If you miss a spot or cut me, your punishment will be more severe," I warned.

"Yes, Michael," she replied as she viewed my long legs. My legs were long, as they were the majority of my 6'3" height. She had quite a job ahead of her. Luckily for her, with my miles and miles of training runs and swimming I typically kept my hair trimmed short.

"Get a good look at my body pet," I whispered as I pulled a black leather blindfold from the counter. A small gasp escaped from her as I covered her eyes and threaded the thin strap through the buckle.

She sat motionless with the blade in her right hand. I lifted her left hand and began to fill her palm with a large dollop of shaving cream. The aerosol sound seemed to overpower the quiet room for several seconds.

I watched her as she sat completely still for a long moment. One of her hands held a straight razor; the other was full of shaving cream. I watched as she bit her lower lip in thought. Slowly she reached out blindly with the cream until she found my leg. 

She began to spread the silky cream along the length of right leg. When she would feel the texture change she would hold out her hand for more cream. Soon her forearm was covered with it, and there were large piles that had dripped to the floor. After a short time a blanket of thick cream covered my entire leg.

Satisfied that she had my leg covered, I watched as she located the bucket with her searching hand. She dipped the blade into the water. Then, while holding my leg with her other hand, she located the first location to shave. Starting on my upper thigh, she pressed the blade against my skin. Expertly she swiped and removed a large line of hair. Her left hand held her spot again as she rinsed, and then moved several inches over. 

Always a quick learner, I marveled as she developed a method. When she had nearly completed my first leg, I knew it was time to finish her punishment. My hand dipped back into the rice bowl as she worked. I let the rice rain gently down over her head, watching as a smile crossed her face. Small grains of rice became trapped in her thick, long hair as others fell to the ground.

"Do not stop shaving," I directed as the tip of my cock gently touched her lips. She kissed the tip, but then realized that I was pressing it into her mouth. She opened her mouth to allow me access to the moist warmth. Her tongue tantalized me as my cock jumped to life. She initially had my entire cock inside her mouth as her nose rested against my lower abdomen. My cock quickly engorged, and her throat was forced to slowly expel me.

A swipe of the blade let me know she was still working as I grabbed the back of her head. "Open for me pet," I growled. "I want your face, your throat. I want to feel you gag on my entire cock," I said with lust in my voice.

She answered by opening her jaw wider for me. My fingers wove into her hair, gripping hard as I slowly started to fuck her face. I felt the small rings in the back of her throat against my tip as I began to bounce off of them. The sharp contrast of the rings and her soft tongue stiffened my cock and engorged my veins to their maximum size.

I started to pick up speed as she continued to shave. Loud gagging sounds emitted from her each time my cock struck the back of her throat. My efforts bounced her, renewing the pain in her knees. She worked frantically, trying to multitask with my cock and the blade. Thick ropes of spit dripped from her chin and onto the floor. Shaving cream covered her face and chest as I felt my cock begin to burn.

I continued my assault on her mouth as she neared completion of my last leg. As she made her last swipe, she dropped the blade into the bucket. I watched as her soft hands disappeared behind me, grabbing my ass. She gripped each clenched cheek and attempted to press me into her mouth harder with each thrust.




Shave Me



"Make me come," I cried out as my orgasm rushed in. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and slid my cock deep into the farthest recesses of her throat. I struggled to hold my entire thick length in place as the burn from between my legs ripped through my shaft. Massive convulsions racked my cock as it tried to jump around inside of her throat. Her tiny epiglottal rings held it secure as my come shot down her throat. Her hands clenched my ass harder as she became starved for oxygen, but allowed my cock to empty before she pulled me from her mouth.

I looked down to her, as she took my still-stiff cock in again. She cleaned the come and spit from me, with her tongue and warm mouth. My hands relaxed on her head as the rush of adrenaline and ecstasy slowly ebbed.

My tip turned sensitive, I pulled slowly from her decadent mouth. "Shall we inspect your work, my pet?" I asked.

"Yes, Michael. I hope I've pleased you," she answered.

I removed her blindfold, and she was able to see the mess we had made. She giggled then winced as a stray piece of rice found its mark. Using a towel, she wiped my now silky soft legs clean. Unbelievably, we were unable to find a single hair that had been missed during our inspection.

Taking the towel from her, I lifted her to her feet. "Let me now clean you my pet," I said softly. "You are my good little girl, and have pleased me yet again." I started by wiping the spit from her chin, but the majority of the shaving cream had dried on her in tiny crusty bubbles. Slowly I brushed the rice away from her knees and palms. I plucked away the last couple obstinate grains that had decided they needed a resting spot in her flesh.

"Let's take a quick shower before breakfast," I said as I stepped to the shower. "We can clean each other up properly in there." I said smiling. 

"But I need to make your breakfast Michael," Sara answered

I turned looking at her quizzically. I reached my hand out to her as I repeated, "Come clean me my pet." She stood unwavering. I shrugged my shoulders as I turned back to the shower. "You realize I will have to discipline you, if you defy me," I said with a sparkle in my eye.

"I am yours to do with as you wish," she answered, smiling as she headed to the kitchen.

Edited by Rhiannon



Shave Me Please



After 15 years of married life, my wife and I had settled into a dull routine with our sex life. We both recognized this common aliment suffered by many couples who allow the adventure to slip away. We do not have children to use as an excuse so we drifted apart in the same bed. One day my wife came home from work and I knew that something was on her mind.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Do you think we can save our marriage?"

The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked at her but couldn't give her an answer.

"The reason I ask is that we haven't done anything for months, no sex, no talking, and no going out, nothing. I thought for a while that you might have something on the side but you weren't acting odd or staying out late so I dismissed that idea. But then I started looking at me rather than you and realized that I have been just as blah about us as you have."

Celeste, my wife, wasn't being mean or vindictive she was simply stating a fact. I guess that I had failed to pick up on the subtle signs but Celeste was always quicker than me to see through a situation and attack it head on. "I don't think we need to start calling lawyers just yet" I replied. "I agree that we haven't been very attentive lately but I put it down to spending too much time at work and our schedules have been going in two directions. I didn't realize that it had gotten this serious."

Celeste sighed and sat down at the kitchen table. The look of frustration was very evident and she seemed close to crying. "Did something happen at work to day?" I asked. She looked at me and nodded. "What?" I enquired. Celeste then told me about someone at work who had gone home at lunch to find her husband packed and gone. All he left was a note telling her it was over and that he would arrange to get his things as soon as he could. This started her thinking and of course she settled on the worst of our past few months. By the time she drove home she had convinced herself that we were on the fast track to a messy divorce.

I smiled at her but this seemed to make her angry. "Don't laugh at me, you ass. I think we have a serious problem and we need to talk." There goes the evening I said to myself. Whenever something is bothering Celeste I end up trapped in a night of never ending discussion until we are both so exhausted that we agree to 'finish it later'. 

Hoping to preempt the start of a long and painful evening I launched a counter offensive. "I've been thinking about this for a while myself and I was going to talk to you this weekend but now seems like a good time. I was thinking about going on a bit of a vacation, perhaps to the Caribbean or the south of Spain. I want a break from work and would like to spend some time on the beach and do a little golfing. So what do you think, are you interested in a little winter get away?"

It was as if a beam of light suddenly shone through a dark and cloudy sky. Her face brightened and she said that this was exactly what we should do. To celebrate our decision, and my superb tactical maneuver, we went out to our favorite restaurant and had a very pleasant evening. When we got home we were both tired but content and slept fitfully until the alarm sounded to begin another day.

We hurried off to our respective jobs, arranged for two weeks of vacation time and met back at home to plan our trip. Celeste wanted to go to the Caribbean so we checked the net for last minute deals and found a great all inclusive package to Jamaica. The only problem was that it was leaving at 6 AM tomorrow and of course Celeste needed to go shopping. I wasn't spared the experience and she dragged me to the mall to help her pick out a new swimsuit and some beach clothes. We looked in a few shops but Celeste didn't see anything she liked. This is going to be a long and painful day I thought but the next place we looked was a winner. Celeste loved the selection and she spent an hour trying on different outfits. Finally she settled on a rather revealing two piece and some nice shorts and tops. She wouldn't let me see her in the bikini but I didn't press the matter. As we left the store we passed a lingerie shop and I asked her if she wanted to get something nice for evening entertainment.

"What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know" I replied, "How about something lacy and white so it shows off your tan. With that new bikini you won't have much of a tan line."

"I'll buy what ever you want, but you have to pick it out"

Now I've been in lingerie shops before but in the past I was there just to carry the shopping bags. Celeste took me straight to the back where the matching bra and panty outfits were displayed on the wall. There were all kinds to choose from but I spotted the perfect set almost immediately. The bra was really only designed to add some support because there was not way it was reaching above the nipple. The panty was almost sheer and the back consisted of a thin strip of material forming a tiny triangle at the waist.

"No need to look and anything else, I want you to get this one."

Celeste looked at it and turning to me she said "I don't know...it seems a bit flimsy. I will need to do some yard work." Yard work was her little phrase for trimming her pubic hair. "Alright, I need to clean things up for the swimsuit anyway."

As she made her way to the cash she stopped at the panty table to look at what was displayed. They were having a two for one special and Celeste can never pass up a sale. "What do you like here?" she asked. Celeste never asks for my opinion about her underwear but I was more than willing to oblige. The thought of seeing her in the new bra and panty set had me more than just a little aroused.

"Are you looking for everyday stuff or something for the trip?"

"I want new stuff to take with me."

I thought for a minute and then suggested that she consider some thong style panties. Celeste furrowed her brow and remarked that she didn't know if she would like to have a piece of material running up her behind.

"Well if you don't like them you can always go back to your regular ones after we get back."

Still not sure, she looked at the display and finally selected four pair of thong panties. "I hope I'll like these."

"I know I will", I said.

It was mid afternoon by the time we got home. Celeste busied herself with packing and I arranged with my neighbor to check on the house etc. We had a light supper and then Celeste said that she was going to take a bath.

"Let me know if you need any help", I said jokingly.

I heard the water running and after what seemed like an hour but was really only about twenty minutes Celeste called be into the bedroom. She was wearing her heavy robe and she was getting everything ready for her bath. She had the new outfits laid out on the bed. "I can't wear any of this stuff" she said pointing to the swimsuit and lingerie, "without a real close shave." She had my undivided attention because I really liked it when she decided to trim her pubic hair, as far as I was concerned the less the better. I had made some suggestions in the past but they were rebuffed and I gave up after several futile efforts.

"What would you like me to do?"

Celeste looked at me and said "I want you to shave me. I know that you would like me to shave it all off and I'd like to try it to see if it's ok." I was speechless but managed to squeak out an 'ok'. "However, I'm not doing this alone. After you shave me, I'm going to shave you. I've never mentioned it but I've often wondered what your cock would look like without any pubes. Are you game?"

A simple yes was all I could manage. Celeste dropped her robe and stood naked before me. I pulled her close and ran my hands over her back and around her very sexy behind. By now I was very hard and my erection pressed against Celeste's stomach. She reached down and caressed me through my pants. I started to undress and Celeste moved to the bed. 

"Get a fresh razor and some cream" she said. "You'll need a big towel too so we don't mess the bed."

I was soon ready and Celeste lay back with her legs spread wide. It had been a while since we had done anything like this and the hair was thick and unkempt. I started by trimming the hair with a pair of scissors until all that remained was just stubble. Celeste was very quiet but I could tell she was excited as her pussy was getting very wet. To tease her a little before starting to shave I stuck my finger between her moist and swollen lips to give her clit a slight tickle. She grabbed my wrist and held my hand against her cunt. I increased the pressure and slipped a second finger into her vagina. Still holding my wrist Celeste started to use my hand as a dildo moving it in and out of her pussy. My cock was beyond hard and I started to play with myself as Celeste's orgasm mounted. My fingers were moving up and down inside her and her clit was peeking out of its covered hood. I let go of my cock and began to squeeze her breasts, pinching the nipples to mix a little pain with pleasure. Celeste buried her head into the pillow and bit down to keep from screaming. All of a sudden she gripped my wrist with such force that I almost had to stop. Celeste seemed to be trying to stuff my whole hand into her sopping wet cunt. She arched her back and came so hard that I could feel the walls of her cunt grabbing my fingers time after time. 

After a while she let go of my wrist and I slowly pulled my hand from between her thighs. My fingers glistened with her juices and I hungrily licked and sucked them clean. She was still too sensitive for me to finish the shave job so I lay beside her and pressed my cock against the soft folds of her behind. I held her close wrapping my arm around her and cupping her breast. We lay there for quite a while before Celeste stirred and asked me to finish shaving her because she wanted to start on me. It wouldn't take long to shave off the short hairs that were left but I took my time because I really enjoyed doing it. I liked to press the razor against her silky skin and expose the clean smooth flesh hidden beneath the hairs around her womanhood. I also like the trust that she has that I will always be careful and diligent in my work. Soon there was nothing but smooth bare skin and the nicest set of pussy lips that I have ever seen.

I wiped the remaining cream away and tested the area with my tongue to make sure it was totally hair free. I started by slowly licking all around the outside of her pubis. I could taste the remnants of the shaving cream mixed with the aroma of her quim. I slipped my tongue between the folds of her sex and nibbled on the sweet soft tissue beneath. Celeste grabbed my head and held it firmly between her out stretched thighs. I attacked her pussy with my mouth swallowing the sweet nectar that flowed freely from inside her. I reached up and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and snaked my tongue down to lick her anus. This is something I enjoy immensely and Celeste signaled her desire by squeezing my head between her thighs. Moving back to her pussy I concentrated on her clit. Celeste had lost all self control and was moving and bouncing so much it was hard for me to stay on target. I gripped her firmly and pressed my face against her cunt and took her clit between my lips. This was all it took and Celeste came for a second time but this time was even more intense than the first. She literally washed my face with her orgasm. My cock was so hard that it ached and I need to cum but I knew that Celeste wanted to control how and when I had my pleasure this night.

Despite the intensity of her orgasm, Celeste jumped off the bed and told me to position myself on the towel. I lay back with my legs spread and rested on my elbows. I wanted to watch her as she shaved me smooth. My cock was fully erect and she had to move it aside as she trimmed my crotch with the scissors. She would occasionally stop to kiss the tip of my cock and lick around the head. Celeste liked to spend a lot of time just playing with my cock. She likes to touch it, to lick it, take it in her mouth and suck on it passionately. She will often prolong my excitement by stopping and starting again after I have calmed down. That was what she was doing now. She would take me to the brink and just when I was about to go over the edge she would stop and continue shaving me as though nothing was happening at all. Soon all the hair around my crotch was gone and all that remained was the loose hair on my balls. Celeste put fresh cream on my testicles and gently removed the hair in short smooth strokes. She went between my thighs and removed the hair between my balls and my ass, even trimming the hair around my anus.

When she finished she had me sit up. "Now for something special", she said. "I've always wanted to do this."

Celeste straddled my thighs and positioned her cunt directly above my cock. Looking me in the eye she started to piss on me to wash away the shaving cream. I was shocked but really excited. This was something that I never expected but I didn't want it to stop. We both looked down to watch the flow of golden liquid mix with the white residue of shaving cream. Celeste reached down to grab my cock and started to jack me off. 

"Cum for me", she said. "I want to watch you cum all over my bare pussy."

We exchanged places and I stood between Celeste's thighs. Grabbing my cock I started to masturbate. Celeste spread the lips of her cunt open and told me to shoot my cum directly onto her clit. My hand was a blur as I pounded my cock and in an instant I felt my orgasm peek. Jets of hot cum shot out the tip of my cock and covered her cunt completely. I couldn't remember when I had ever had an orgasm that was more intense. My cock pulsated and I bent forward to push it home while I was still hard. As I fucked Celeste, because we were beyond making love, the mix of my cum and her cunt juice was enough to keep me hard. I lay on her and wrapped my arms around her body. I wouldn't let her go. We fucked, there was no other way to describe it. We were lost in our mutual lust. I don't remember how long it lasted but I do remember that we both came again.

Exhausted we lay on the cold wet sheets. Eventually we would straighten up but not yet. My cock was slowly returning to normal but it was still in Celeste's pussy. We lay there until it slipped out of its own accord. Then and only then did we move.



Shave Switch



I have a fantasy that involves watching my wife take on another man while I watch, although she has adamantly refused this, and only ever indulges my dirty talking during sex. She says that it's nice to fantasize about, but the thought of someone else other than her husband actually fucking her is not going to happen and I should be happy that she even tolerates the fantasy in the bed room.

Let me give you a description of us, my name is Mark and I am in my mid-forties, slight bulge around the middle, not fat but I could do with seeing the inside of a gym now and again, and I have a decent 7 inch cock that I'm not afraid to use. Lily on the other hand is also in her forties, doesn't have the bulge as I do, some great 34d tits with just the right amount of sag and a smooth pussy which I sometimes have the pleasure of shaving. 

She likes it when I do because I am really particular about getting every hair and doesn't mind me spending the time making sure that is baby bottom smooth.

As I said I would love to watch another guy go down on my wife, fuck my wife and give her a good time while I watched and maybe took some photos and video of the occasion, But I have to be content indulging my fantasy during sex. Lily does love it and really gets into it when I talk about introducing a second cock, especially when she is giving me one of her fantastic blow jobs and I use her vibrator on her. She loves the deep penetration the vibrator gives her and makes her try and swallow my cock. 

I usually get the same lecture after sex about dirty talk being just for the bedroom though.

"Mark," She says, "you are all I need." 

"I know." I reply, "But it is fun and you do seem to enjoy it."

"Yes I enjoy it, but your enough man for me, I don't think I can handle anymore than one." she laughed back.

A bit later my good buddy Jerry gave me a call and asked if I wanted to go for a beer, sounded like a good plan so I told him I'd meet him in an hour or so at the local bar. Jerry and I have been good friends for years, ever since he his wife and kids bought the house next door in the 90s. Jerry and I have been ogling each other's wives for years, Jasmin, Jerry's wife is very similar to Lily, same height, although her tits are a little smaller than Lily's, but still a good looking women. Jerry turned up halfway thru my first beer and plonked himself on the bar stool next to me.

"What's up pal?" I asked, noticing Jerry had that look on his face that could make a clown cry.

"It's Jasmin, she has stopped putting out again." he groaned.

"Ha,what did you do wrong this time?" I laughed.

This is not the first time Jasmin has done this, or even the second, actually I have lost count of the times that she has cut Jerry off. Jerry is always putting his foot in it some way or another.

"She went shopping and when she came home, she tried on the outfits for me and asked me what I thought." He said.

"And what did you say?" I asked, but I already knew what he said, Jerry is the one man you can rely on to say the wrong thing at the wrong time.

"I told her that she didn't get any outfits that suited her figure and how much of my money did she spend." Jerry moaned.

I nearly fell off the stool laughing, Typical Jerry, now Jasmin will cut him off for a month or so until she calms down, if I remember right he had just come off a months forced abstinence for another foot in mouth episode. Jasmin won't bend her rule either, she won't let Jerry touch her until she is ready. Thank god Lily doesn't have that will power, she can't go longer than a week without sex and if she has to wait a week she just about rapes me at the first chance she gets.

"It's alright for you." he said "You have Lily at home, and she always wants to fuck."

"Yeah I am a lucky man." I smiled.

"Man,What I wouldn't give to fuck your missus." He grinned.

Jerry and I always talked this way about each other's wives, he would make comments about Lily's tits and I would tell him how much of a hard on I get when Jasmin sways her ass in front of me.

"If I could get you in buddy I would." I sighed at him, "But I already told you that she won't discuss my fantasy outside the bedroom."

"Yeah I know, and I appreciate that you would give me a shot if you could, you know the offer is open to you about Jasmin as well." He replied.

"Not much chance of that Jerry, she cuts you off at the drop of a hat, so I wouldn't have a shit show in hell of getting in there." I quipped.

"Speaking of getting some." I said, "Guess who is in charge of shaving Lily's sweet sweet pussy this weekend?"

"Really!" Jerry moaned, "That is something I don't wanna hear about, especially since I will have to resort to jacking off this weekend."

While listening to Jerry complain that he is going to spend the next month wacking off an idea popped into my head that might be a solution to both our problems.

"Jerry," I asked, "What would you say if I could get you up close and personal to Lily's pussy and she wouldn't mind?"

Jerry's eyes popped out and he spat half his beer across the room.

"What did you just say?" Jerry asked his voice quivering.

"I can get you balls deep in my wife's pussy, if you are up for it." I stated.

"I'm in." he yelled, "I'm in!"

"Okay." I said, "This is how we are gonna do it."

I laid out the plan for Jerry and his eyes grew larger, smile got wider, and I'm sure the lump in his pants got a little bigger. For my plan to work I had to starve Lily of sex for two weeks, I needed her to crave sex, so my plans to pluck her pussy this weekend went out the window. I had to come up with great excuses not to fuck my wife, and let me tell you that is a hard thing to do when she is on heat. I told her that I had to work late, help out at a friend's place, you name it I thought of it.

On the Friday night before our plan was to be put into action, I started to warm the wife up by telling her that Saturday night was going to be her night. I would pamper her, bathe her, feed her and then after spending an extraordinary amount of time shaving her delicious pussy I would get her off as many times as I could. Lily thought this was great and was going to make sure I delivered as she has never had to wait this long to get satisfaction.

Saturday came around and true to my word I made sure to pamper Lily all day, as often as I could I would give her tits a squeeze or slide a sly finger along her sopping cunt, by Saturday evening I had her climbing the walls with sexual tension. Twice I had to stop myself from allowing her to fuck me, god that's a hard thing to do when she gets this way, by the time I had run her bath and had washed her good, making sure I spent plenty of time on the areas that drove her wild, she was ready and so were Jerry and I.

"After your bath baby." I whispered to her, "Meet me in the bedroom for a surprise."

"Mmmmm, I'm on my way." she purred back.

After getting out of the tub she dried off and walked naked to the bedroom, she reeked of sex, and had that look in her eye that promised a very eventful evening.

"Lie down baby, I have a surprise for you." I said.

She lay down and noticed that I had tied some lace ribbon to all the corners of the bed post and also a blindfold lay on the bed as well.

"Kinky baby." she said, "I think I'm gonna enjoy tonight."

Lily lay down and allowed me to tie her wrists and ankles to the bed and then placed the blind fold over her eyes, checking to make sure she couldn't see I then told her that I was going to get the shaving gear and be right back.

"Please hurry." she moaned, "I need to be touched."

I raced off to the bathroom, grabbed all the gear I was gonna need then moved to the patio door and carefully slid it open so Jerry could get in. Jerry followed me back to the room and nearly tripped over his lip once he saw my wife lying spread-eagled on the bed naked and dripping wet quietly moaning to herself. I put all my shaving equipment on the floor between Lily's legs and motioned for Jerry to come over. He slowly moved between Lily's legs and I heard her gasp when she felt him settle himself on the floor just inches from her sex.

I gave him the shaving cream and indicated to smear it over her pussy. Jerry lathed up his fingers and hesitantly touched another women's pussy for the first time.

"Oh god!" Lily moaned, "So good."

Jerry got into the swing of things pretty quick and soon had Lily's pussy covered in cream and was rubbing it in, every now and then he would pop a finger deep in to my wife's pussy just to hear her guttural pleas to go further. Jerry didn't muck around with shaving though, I think he thought the quicker he shaved it the quicker he could taste it. Soon my wife's pussy was as bald as it was the day she was born. Jerry slowly moved his face closer to Lily's pussy and stuck out his tongue out to get a small taste. Lily nearly hit the roof when she felt the first contact.

"Yes baby yes!" she cried out, "eat my pussy, make me cum all over your face baby."

Jerry snaked his tongue in and around Lily's pussy spending considerable amount of time nibbling on her clit, Jerry inserted two fingers in Lily's cunt while chewing on her clit. Lily was straining at her restraints trying to break free.

"Untie me baby, I need to taste you, I want your hard cock in my mouth," Lily said with a raspy voice.

I got Jerry to stop for a second and I leaned in to my wife and told her not yet, I still have lots more to give her. Lily cried out at that moment and had a powerful orgasm. I motioned for Jerry to drop his strides and give Lily want she wanted, a cock in her mouth. I didn't have to tell him twice, he had his pants down and was up at her mouth in a heartbeat. Lily had her tongue out and was sliding it up and down Jerry's cock as soon as she felt it. I took this opportunity to introduce my fantasy, I leaned over Jerry should and said.

"Do you like that baby, do you like sucking cock" I asked.

"mmmmm." was all she moaned.

"Can you imagine throating another man's cock while I watch baby?, I would love to watch you take another man's cock in your mouth, your pussy and your ass." I hissed at her. 

"Oh god yes, watch me fuck baby, watch me fuck another man's hard cock." Lily cried out.

Lily's next orgasm swept thru her body like a wave, leaving her shuddering.

"Cock baby, I need a cock in my pussy now." she gasped.

"Whose cock baby, whose cock do you want to fuck?" I asked.

"Any cock baby, I just need to be fucked, just give me your cock, any cock." she groaned.

"Ok baby, I will just go get you a cock, I wonder if Jerry is home?" I put out there.

Jerry looked at me stunned, and I just waved his stare off and mouthed him to relax.

"Oh yes go get Jerry baby, I just need a cock in me."

I motioned for Jerry to get in there and do what she asked, I made him aware that I was not going to reveal him to her. Jerry moved down and got in position to fuck my wife.

"Do it." I mouthed.

"Do It!" she cried feeling him so close and not having him penetrate.

Jerry sunk his cock in to Lily in one thrust, another orgasm rode over her. Jerry's balls were slapping against Lily's ass and she loved it. Jerry was mauling my wife's tits while feeding his cock deep in to her sopping hole. I untied Lily's feet and she wrapped her legs around him the moment she felt them be released. I at that moment wondered if Lily would realise that her ankles had been untied and she was still getting driven thru the bed, but I think she was too wrapped up.

"Fuck me Jerry." she yelled, "Fill me with your throbbing cock while Mark watches, I want him to see me get filled with another man's cum."

Jerry was getting close to blowing, we all get that certain look at that time. Lily felt it to and pushed even harder back on the cock that was doing a great job of invading her tight pussy. Jerry tensed up and let out a powerful groan as he sprayed the inside of my wife's womb with his cum.

"Oh god yes." Lily cried out as she came with him, "Yes yes yes!"

Jerry pulled out of my wife's well used cunt and moved back to her face, Lily quickly started lapping away at the tip of his cock making sure she milked every bit of cum from his deflating cock. Jerry was spent and looked it, so he crept off the bed grabbed his clothes and snuck out. I was already naked and had shot a couple of loads into a paper towel so hoping that Lily wouldn't notice I laid down with her and tried to match her for appearing out of breath.

I untied Lily's wrist and took off her blind fold, she looked well fucked and totally sated,

"That was awesome baby." she said, "Just fucking awesome."

"Anytime baby." I replied.

"This still doesn't change anything though." Lily said, "It's great to fantasise in the bedroom, but that is where its gonna stay, as a fantasy, in the bedroom."

"Sure baby I understand." I grinned.



Shaved



Madeline brushed her long black hair away from her face, as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her round face, button nose, rose colored lips, and sapphire blue eyes were the envy of many women, half her age. At forty-five, she still considered her five foot five, body voluptuous, with all the curves in the right places. She applied just enough make-up to be alluring. Straighten her blouse; that contained her well endowed breasts, and checked her skirt. After that she donned four inch stilettos that accentuated her long, tanned legs. When she walked she still received many catcalls when she walks. 

Her husband Jim, who was already dressed for work, was watching her. He licked his lips and complimented her. "Darling you are just plain beautiful. How did I get so fucking lucky?"

She would flash him a seductive smile, and purr, "Hey handsome, flattery will get you everywhere."

She loved his five-foot nine muscular body. Not to mention his blond hair, blue eyes, and a smile that could melt butter. Sexually he was as kinky as her, and loved trying new things. 

It didn't seem like they have been married for five years. This year, they wanted to do something special for their vacation. They wanted a place that was warm, with tropical breezes, and sun kissed beaches, far away from the cold winter weather of Illinois. They found a perfect location, the Island of Jamaica. They were scheduled to fly there that coming weekend. 

"Well doll, we'd better scoot, or I will be late for work once more, and the boss will be more than pissed."

"I hear you, let me fill my travel cup with Java, and we can be on our way."

After kissing goodbye, he left in his car, and she left in hers. Each hoping they would miss the morning rush hour, of Peoria, Illinois. 

She walked into her office building two minutes late, as record time for her. She phoned Jim, told him she had arrived safely, and purred, "Have a great day darling."

"Well I wasn't late thank god. You have a great day too doll. Just think, at 5 pm our vacation starts." 

"Oooh I cannot wait, sandy beaches her I come, or is it cum," she laughed. 

He laughed and bade her goodbye. 

Her day was no busier than most Fridays; it started out hectic but by two, slowed to a boring crawl. She sat at her desk watching the clock, which seemed to move a bit slower than usual. Her mind wandered as she thought about the island. She wondered what they could do while there. The brochure showed restaurants, trail rides, scuba diving, and many other kinds of tourist attractions. However she wanted just the two of them, to do something different. Sure they could stroll on the sun kissed beach, or gazing at the star light sky, while fucking in the sand. 

She continued fantasizing. A daydream so vivid, it seemed real. She saw the two of them making love in a Jacuzzi, on the porch of their bungalow. 

A knock on the door jolted her back to reality. There stood Elaine, her secretary.

"Oh hi, don't worry; I was just daydreaming of Jamaica."

Elaine walked toward the desk and spoke. "I wanted to stop in and wish you a safe trip on your vacation. I'd love to go to the islands with you. Can I hide in your luggage? God Madeline, I am going to miss you, who am I going to complain to when you're gone?"

"Elaine, maybe they will let you work for Barry, the sales manager. After all you told me he was cute, but not your type, and a bit of a klutz. I just know he will do something you'll love to complain about."

"Spare me the thought; he has been eyeing my ass every time I walk by him. He gives me the willies."

"Aww he likes you, just keep wiggling your ass, and you'll have no problems. By the way, when I get back, you can give me the details, if any, plus the all the office gossip."

"Spoil sport. I just know the two of you will not think of the office for a moment. However, if you have time, will you send me a postcard?"

"Well girl, I think I can manage to send you a postcard."

Elaine bid her goodbye and left the room. 

Madeline glanced at the clock and groaned, it finally was quitting time. She wondered how much rush hour traffic she'd fight this time on the way home.

She put everything away, and dialed Jim on her cell. "Hi baby, just calling to tell you I am headed toward home."

"Hiya sexy, I am too. I have and idea; how's about we meet at Ruby Tuesdays for supper. That way, all we have to do when we get home, is finish any last minute packing."

"Well I already have everything packed and ready to go darling. Ooooh, Ruby Tuesdays sound delicious. See you there around six, if I don't get held up in traffic. I love you baby, goodbye."

She headed out the door, and said her goodbyes to the rest of the staff. Then headed to her car, and drove to the restaurant. For a while she thought she'd missed the most of the rush hour, until she was halfway there. A traffic accident stalled her commute. She thought about calling Jim, but decided to take a side street around the incident. She arrived at her destination fifteen minutes after six. 

She parked the car, and headed inside to find Jim. The maître d' offered to help her to her seat when she informed him she was meeting her husband. He started to guide her to his table. 

Just then Jim came up to her and offered his arm, "Hi sexy, table for two on your left honey."

"Hi sweetheart, I'm starving, let's go to the table and order something," 

Arm in arm the proceeded to the table, ordered drinks, and began looking at the menu. Once the drinks arrived, they told the waitress what they wanted.

The two sat back, sipped their drinks and began discussing their upcoming trip.  

"Oh I cannot wait to see you, wearing practically nothing as we stroll along our secluded stretch of the private beach."

She winked, blushed and replied, "Ooooh, what would you think if I went commando?"

"I wouldn't think, I'd want to lay you down and make love to you, right then and there, in the sand."

"Mmmm darling, that can be arranged. I cannot wait to be alone, just you and I...... no phone, no internet, no office."

"Sounds like you have it all planned out dear."

"Not really, I like being spontaneous. I do want to try something we have never done before."

"Which is?"

"I haven't a clue yet, but I am sure, we'll think of something hot, wild, and sexy."

He quickly changed the subject, before his cock got harder. They finished the meal and he leaned over and asked, "Would you like some dessert Madeline?"

She leaned over, and whispered, "Yeah, but I cannot have that kind here. I was thinking of your hot, hard, cock, along with whipped cream and a cherry."

"Oh god you're making me hard! Let's go." 

She followed him home. After all the packing and everything for the trip was done. She couldn't wait to spend the next few hours with him romping in bed. 

As soon as she pulled into the two car garage next to his car, Jim hit the close button. He got out of his car, walked over to where she was, helped her out of her car, and pulled her into his arms.

"Oh my sexy darling, I love you more than I did the first time I saw you."

She leaned into him, ran her fingers down his back, and felt his stiff cock pressing against her. 

"I love you too. Let's go inside to the comfort of our bedroom. God I cannot wait to strip, and play with your cock. All I have to do is stop by the kitchen for the whipped cream and cherry."

"To hell with that, skip the condiments, I want you now!" 

They scurried toward the bedroom, discarding clothing as they went. Once there, they stripped off the rest of the way. 

She walked over to him, and leaned into his awaiting arms. She could feel his love for her radiating between them.

His arms went around her as his lips came down passionately on hers. With a kiss, that went clear to his soul, and made his dick throb. He continued kissing her as he laid her gently on the bed.

She pulled his body closer, and looked lovingly into his eyes. She kissed him more intensely this time, as her hands caressing the hairs of his chest, working downward.

Her touch, always took his breath away. As she caressed him, he moved his finger across the top of her right breast. He kissed them gently while reaching down and feeling her soft, warm legs. 

He stopped for a moment, gazed into her eyes, and growled lustfully, "Oh my sweet baby-doll, you're so beautiful!"

His touch set every inch of her ablaze with desire. She gasped. Her breasts and brown, erect nipples, heaved with each breath. Her heart raced, as her heart beat pounded in her ears. 

She touched his shoulder, pushed his head downward and hissed, "Eat my cunt Jim!"

He was erect and more than ready, and climbed between her legs. Her glistening shaved cunt's aroma intoxicated him. He kissed the velvety, moisture laden skin. He separated her labia, and ran his tongue its length from her clit to ass.  

He paused momentarily to utter, "Mmm, you taste so fuckin good."

"Flatterer." She gestured, spreading her legs further and raising her knees to give him better access.

She grasped her beautiful breasts and began rolling the taunt nipples as his lips worked on her pussy. 

The feel of her pussy lips, the softness of her skin, plus the taste, made him want to lick and suck her cunt indefinitely. He licked the inside enthusiastically, like a kitten on a bowl of milk.

She moved her hips back and forth, as her fingers ran through his hair, pulling him close to her hotbox. She moaned and squealed in sheer delight. 

"Tongue fuck my cunt baby!"

He paused long enough to blurt out, "I could eat your cunt for days!"

"Do it, honey, oh god, eat me," she shrieked. "Make me cum!"

He slithered his tongue deep as his index finger teased her swollen, sensitive, clit. He was rewarded with more wetness. Following that, he finger-fucked her as he flicked her clitoris with his tongue. He encircled it teasingly, paused, and began doing it again, repeatedly.

She let out an animalistic groan, "Ooooh fuck, Jim, that's it, keep it up, I am almost there!"

He began moving the hood of skin which covered her clit with his fingers, exposing it to his tongue. He took her erect clit between my lips, sucked it, and then chewed it gently, at first, then harder.

His erection became more sensitive, and excited as he moved back and forth on the bed, while eating her. 

Finally he could not take it anymore, stopped eating her pussy and growled, "Madeline, I'm about to come on the bed!"

"Oh Jim, I love what you're doing, I am close to cumming too. Slide that hot dick into me and fuck me hard!"

He grasped his cock and shoved it balls deep, as he pussy contract pleasurably, milking his shaft hard. 

She started to tremble, as her climax began to surge through her. She wrapped her legs around him and screamed, "Oh baby, fuck me harder, it feels so damn good! Oh shit, I am cumming!"

He fucked her with long, deep strokes, and it did not take him long to explode his seed deep inside her. They lay there for a moment, entangled in each others arms.

He whispered, "That was heavenly." 

"It was wasn't it? I hate to ruin this party, but look at the time baby. We should try and get some rest, we leave is eight hours."

She curled up next to him, and they kissed deeply, as their tongues did the dance of lovers. She laid her head on his chest, and fell asleep in his arms. Dreaming of sandy beaches, his naked body, and piercing blue eyes.

She awoke to the smell of coffee brewing. She rubbed her eyes, and looked around the room. She noticed he was already dressed and coming toward the bed carrying a tray.

"Ah honey, you didn't have to fix breakfast for me."

"Why not? We are officially on vacation, and I wanted to start spoiling my baby."

"You are so sweet, I love the way you treat me." 

She enjoyed the meal. When finished she showered and dressed. 

Within two hours they were flying towards paradise.  

Chapter two, Bungalow for two.

She leaned into him and whispered, "What's the first thing you want to do when we get to our cabin darling?"

"Fuck you silly!"

She blushed, and chirped, "Besides that?" 

"I'd love to take a long leisurely stroll on the beach with my baby. What do you want to do first?"

She looked around, and whispered, "Change into something sexy and skimpy. So when we go for that walk, that way, I can entice you and anyone watching."

"Oooh I did not know you were an exhibitionist honey."

She confessed, "I am a bit, it turns me on. However, for now, all I want is you. We can party with other couples later on."

He knew she likes swinging and the idea of a threesome, or foursome, made his dick throb. 

He leaned over closer and whispered, "Just other couples?"

"You know me; I love a threesome, with two men, and two dicks driving me nuts."

"I know," he winked. He quickly changed the subject before he persuaded her to join the mile high club right then and there.

At five pm, they landed, made it through customs, and soon were taking the shuttle toward their bungalow. 

Once checked in, the bellboy, instructed them on a few things then informed them. "You will not be disturbed here. We pride ourselves on making this private and secluded. If you need something use the courtesy phone next to the divan." 

Jim tipped him and the bellboy left.

Madeline sighed, "He looks delicious."

Jim looked at her and teased, "We could invite him back, saying we forgot to ask him something."

"No way, this is our private sex filled vacation. Let me change baby, I am dying to stretch my legs, and go for a walk on the beach. "

"Sounds good, maybe we can find a place to eat too."

"Yeah that would be nice, especially now that it's cooled off a bit."

Before long, they walked arm and arm, on the beach. Kissing, caressing and acting like newlyweds. 

They had not gone far when they spotted a restaurant.

She tugged his arm and admitted, "I'm starving let's eat." She leaned into him and giggled, "By the way. I want you for dessert."

"Oooh," he chuckled. "Right here on the beach!"

She blushed, "No silly, in our cabin, in the Jacuzzi!"

"I cannot wait. I'm hungrier, in more ways than one, but let's eat food first. I'll eat you later on." 

She snickered, tickled his ribs, winked, and replied with a sexy smile, "Promises, promises!"

They enjoyed their meal and went back to the privacy of their bungalow. 

Once inside the door, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. His hard-on against her thigh told him he was more than ready. 

They quickly shed their clothing. He walked to the Jacuzzi, and she walked into the bathroom and grabbed two big towels. 

She carefully looked to see where Jim was. When she saw he was not in sight, she grabbed the razor, shave cream, and oil. She just knew he would love what she had in mind. Mainly because he always asked if he could shave her pussy. 

She pondered the thought, would he allow her to shave him?

The thought of his smooth cock and balls made her juices run down her thighs. Oh god, she couldn't wait, and hurried to the tub.

He was already in the water, and gave her a devilish grin. "I thought you'd got lost or something."

She flashed him a smile and chirped, "Or something." She then laid the towels down, making sure the razor and stuff was still hidden. 

He helped her in, fondling her luscious body as he did.

She leaned into him and purred, "Ooh this feels divine."

"Yeah it does, so what shall we do my sexy baby-doll?"

She lit up, with desire and suggested, "Something you've always wanted to do."

"Which is?"

"I want you to shave my cunt."

For a moment, she thought he was going to pass out from excitement. "Oh fuck, really, you know how that turns me on!"

"Yeah, that's why I want you to do it, because the thought of you shaving, massaging and eating my smooth cunt, makes me cum harder."

She watched him closely then blurted out, "There is something else I want to do."

He gave her a puzzled look and asked, "What's that?"

She got the razor and things, laid them within reach and purred, "Shave your cock and balls."

"I have not done that since I was a teenager. I don't care for the stubble, I get later on. However, if you want to shave me, why now? Oh fuck the thought of your mouth on my smooth balls sucking them in, is arousing to say the least."

"MMM, do you want to do me first baby?"

"You bet, that way, when you are done with me, I can rub this smooth cock inside your bare skinned cunt."

He helped her sit on the edge of the tub. She laid back and spread her legs wide. Oh fuck, he could not believe how wet she was, but then again, anything he did to her made her cunt drool with anticipation.

He reached for the cream, lathered her up, and took the razor and gently slid it across her flesh.

She quivered when he applied the shave cream, and gasped when he slid the razor across her pussy. Oh it felt so erotic, every muscle twitched, with anticipation.

"Ooooh that feels good, if you keep doing it like that I will cum before you're finished shaving me!"

He looked up at her and exclaimed, "That's good, and you know I'll make you cum again when done."

He shaved one side, then the other, sliding a finger inside her as he did. He could tell she was about to cum, as her cunt milked his digit like a small dick. 

She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and shrieked, "Mmmm baby, finger me harder. Oh my god, yesssss! 

He laid the razor down for a moment, and finger fucked her hard, and she climaxed so hard it ran down her ass. He loved the sight of her hole pulsating and gaping open and closed as it spasmed.

He then finished the shave, rinsed her, and massaged the skin with the oil. He then separated the lips, and flicked her swollen clit with his tongue, as his finger tantalized her vaginal orifice. One digit then three, as he sucked, licked, and nibbled her sensitive bud.

He looked up at her face, beaming with ecstasy, and knew she was close again. Not a word was uttered, he just bit her clit, and lapped up the juicy reward as she filled his mouth with cum.

He licked his lips and bellowed, "God damn woman, I did not know you had that much cum in yah. Mmm your cunt tastes delicious!"

She looked at his face glistening with her cum and purred, "You're next baby."

He was going to ask her to let him fuck her, but decided she could shave him first. After all, he loved cumming in her mouth. 

She slid into the water, the jets felt great against the bare skin of her pussy. He climbed out sat on the edge, his dick hard already and saluting her. 

She giggled, "Hum looks like something is more than ready."

"When it comes to you baby, my dick is always ready."

She lathered his cock and balls gently, because she did not want to trigger his climax yet. She pulled his cock upwards and shaved the hairs. She could not wait to take that stiff shaft in her mouth. She carefully slid the razor across the hairs of his balls until they were as smooth as a baby's behind. She rinsed him then applied the oil, stroking hard.

She could not wait any longer, she placed her warm lips around his hard shaft and began to deep throat his eight inches. Her fingers rolled his balls as her lips worked their magic. 

"Ooooh shit, baby that feels so damn good. Oh slow down, unless you want me to cum in your mouth?"

She stopped sucking long enough to squeal, "Hell yes baby, I want you to fill my mouth with cum!"

He held her head, as she bobbed up and down on his throbbing member. He loved watching her give him a blowjob she was so good at it. 

She tickled the underside of the sensitive head with her tongue, and slithered it down his shaft repeatedly. She felt him stiffen and knew he was about to blow his load.

She looked up at him and sucked him as deep as she could go, till her lips brushed his bare pubic bone.




Shaved



That did it; he held her head there shook all over and exploded down her throat.

She swallowed every delicious drop, licked her lips and purred, "Best dessert I have had in awhile darling!"

He slid back into the water, pulled her close and kissed her deeply. "God I love you!"

"I love you too darling, so what do you want to do next? After all we have two weeks left in this island paradise for two." "

First off, I'm going to fuck you more than once a day. Plus I want to try some new things we've always talked about doing. What do you think about that honey?"

She rubbed her beautiful body up against him, and pressed her lips against his. Then she gently pushed her tongue into his mouth as they shared a long, deep kiss. 

She then curled up in his arms, and stammered, "Sounds like fun. Can we start now?"



Shaved



Authors Note:

This is a continuation of the story First Date. If you haven't, you may want to go back and read it first or you won't follow the story line as intended.

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Richard led Ruth back through the lobby of the hotel and towards the elevators. As he pushed the call button the doors opened almost instantly. They stepped in to the empty elevator. As soon as the doors slid silently shut behind them, Richard took both of her hands and pushed them behind her back. Capturing both of her wrists in one of his hands, he held them there. His lips descended on hers as he pushed her back against the wall, his free hand sliding between her legs and rubbing her clit through her panties.

Ruth moaned deeply into his mouth as his fingers expertly manipulated her, teasing her, making her want more from a man than she ever had before. She felt as if there was nothing he could ask of her that she wouldn't do without hesitation. A quiet tone let them know that they had reached their destination, the top floor of the hotel. The elevator door silently opened to a small foyer with a single door. Thick marble tables flanked the door and vases of fresh lilies cast a heady fragrant smell into the air.

Richard led her out of the elevator and into the foyer. The thick padded carpet was like walking on a bed of clouds. He reached into his pocket and took out his keys. Inserting one into the door he clicked the lock and slowly opened the door. Pausing before he took her into the room, he turned to face her. His hand came up and cupped her chin, tilting her head back until she was looking into his eyes. "If you decide to enter this room with me you will be mine for the evening, whatever I decide to do with you; however I decide to use you. Is that understood?" Richard said. Ruth didn't understand why, but that is exactly what she wanted. She wanted to give herself to him, to allow him to take complete control over her. She felt her muscles tighten at the thought and a spasm shot through her belly causing her thighs to squeeze together. "Yes Sir, I want that," was her whispered reply.

Richard pulled her into the room shutting the door behind her. He pulled her into an embrace. His lips found hers with an urgency she hadn't yet felt from him. The kiss, though a little rough, excited her as he took a handful of her hair tightly in his hand. He let go of her hair for a moment and slid the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, letting it slide down her body and pool on the floor at her feet. She moaned into his mouth as she stood before him, her nipples exposed to him. His fingers quickly found her nipple, pinching it tightly and pulling at it, causing it to harden into a tight knot. His other hand returned to her hair letting it loose from the hairclip she pinned it up with, letting it fall to her shoulders.

Ruth gasped at the rough treatment of her nipple, yet her body responded positively. It made her pussy dampen and sent chills up her spine. She felt his hand tangle in her hair once more, wrapping it around it so he had full control of her, and then he slowly pushed her down into a kneeling position. He used his free hand to slowly unbuckle his belt. He unbuttoned his pants and gradually pulled down his zipper. Ruth knelt in front of him, mesmerized. She wanted his cock and she found her mouth watering at the thought of him using it for his pleasure.

He reached into his boxers and slowly pulled his hardening cock out into the open. Ruth's eyes widened at the sight of it and a quiet moan escaped her lips. He was circumcised, and she could tell that he was longer and thicker than her husband had been, even with his cock not fully hard. Her tongue ran across her lips unconsciously as she noticed the drop of sticky fluid that was poised on the tip. He grasped his stiffening cock with his free hand and guided it toward her mouth, his hand in her hair pulling her to him. Ruth let her tongue dart between her lips and licked the drop of pre cum off the tip of his cock, it's salty musky taste made her lick her lips in delight.

Richard pushed himself slowly between her lips, his cock filling her mouth as she ran her tongue around the head, swirling it, testing to see what he enjoyed. She was rewarded with a moan from him as her tongue did its dance. She pushed forward, slowly taking his full length into her mouth until she felt it hit the back of her throat. She pulled back until just the tip remained and swirled her tongue about it again. By the time he was fully hard, Ruth realized he was about two inches longer than her husband, making him about seven inches long and so much thicker around. She pushed herself down his length again. This time when he got to the back of her throat, she relaxed it and pushed on taking him into her deeper. After gagging a couple of times, she was able to take his full length, drawing a much more guttural moan from him. 

She started a slow steady rhythm, withdrawing all but the tip, swirl of her tongue, descending to take his full length then back again. Her hands came up to cradle his balls, and she used the tips of her fingers and nails to tickle them as she slowly slid him in and out of her throat. His moans increased and his hands went to each side of her head as he got closer to orgasm, holding her head and increasing the speed of her trips up and down his thick shaft. His hips started to press forward, and each time she reached the bottom of her travels his balls touch her chin. A slow moan started to build. She could feel the little tremors starting in his body as he slowly fucked her throat, his pleasure mounting. A few strokes more and he held her there with just a few inches inside of her mouth. Her tongue played on the sensitive strip just under the back of the tip of his cock.

Richard moaned loudly and began to fill her mouth, stream after stream of his hot sticky cum shot from him filling her mouth. Ruth gulped and swallowed each new offering he gave her. Her pussy twitched and she tightened the muscles there sending her into a mini orgasm of her own at the thought of pleasuring him. She swallowed as fast as she could, moaning with each swallow. She looked up at him with her eyes positively smoldering in desire, his looking down on her with sheer lust and approval. As his orgasm started to subside, she swallowed each little stream that erupted from him. A little of his juice ran down her chin and dripped onto her exposed breasts a trail of warmth and stickiness that pleased her senses. 

As his softening erection slipped from her mouth, Ruth used her fingers to capture the drops of his cum that hadn't dripped off of her chin and onto her breasts. Bringing them to her lips, she used her tongue to lap them up like a kitten with milk as her eyes remained transfixed on his. "Good girl," Richard said in a slow and deliberate tone as he looked down at her with approval. Ruth blushed a little at the way she so blatantly sought to please him with no regard to the fact that this was the first time they had even been on what could be considered a date. There was just something about this man that she wanted to give all that she was to. Richard no doubt had captured her soul and she was his to do with as he pleased.

Richard reached down and took Ruth by the hand, slowly drawing her up into a standing position. He bent and picked her up in his strong arms as her own wrapped around his neck. He walked with her through the living room towards the back of the suite. She got her first real look at the room as they had not yet made it past the marble entryway. The sitting area was huge with a large L shaped leather couch looking over a full wall of glass with a spectacular view of the city below. The lights of the city twinkled far below a large balcony with a sitting area just on the other side of the glass wall that separated it from the living room. 

They passed a large, well appointed marble and granite bar that sported elegantly glossy redwood cabinets with beautiful leather and redwood bar stools. The kitchen nestled off to one side, included state of the art stainless steel appliances and the same style redwood cabinets and counter tops of deep gray granite that incorporated a breakfast bar at one end. Through a dining area with a huge polished redwood table, she could smell the scent of the spicy oil used to keep its high sheen. Richard paused to push open the door at the end of a hall lined with beautiful paintings which adorned each side. From the looks of the textured oils and the exquisite frames, they were originals hundreds of years old.

He carried her into a luxurious bedroom surrounded by light gray walls all around, except for a steel gray wall behind the biggest bed Ruth had ever seen in her life. It was made up in thick luxury, the comforter and pillows plush and inviting, all shades of black and gray. Richard gently lowered her onto the edge at the foot of the bed. He pushed her back so that she was laying with her legs over the edge in front of him. He knelt on the bed to the side of her, placing one hand on the bed on either side of her shoulders, and bent down to kiss her sensuously. His once again growing erection brushed against her navel as he kissed her, sending waves of pleasure through her body moving in two directions at once. Her tummy clenched and sent a delicious little spasm into her damp pussy, and her nipples tightened at the same time.

Ruth desperately wanted him inside of her, but Richard didn't seem to be in a hurry for that just yet. His lips on hers made her squirm under him, her hips rising to meet him. His erection pressing into her belly made her muscles deep inside of her most private parts spasm with need. Richard's lips left hers. His hands glided slowly down her body, tickling and teasing her flesh in a most sensuous way across her breasts and nipples. He continued over her belly and traced outlines from her inner thighs up and around her pussy then down the other leg.

His lips started to follow the same path moving slowly over her neck, pausing at that little hollow just where it met her chest. His tongue darted out to play in it for a moment before moving down to take one nipple at a time between his teeth, pulling at them lightly, and the tip of his tongue danced on the tip of each in turn. Ruth's breathing was getting shallow and came in gasps as each sensation flooded her with greater desire. He moved slowly down her belly, his tongue leaving a delightful trail of moisture in its wake as her senses seemed to awaken more with each kiss, each touch he expertly applied to her body.

He paused again at her navel, his tongue swirled around lightly inside of it. She gasped at the pleasure, her husband had never done anything like this to her. The sensations were new to her. Richard moved his hands up and gently hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the panties he had bought for her. He gently peeled them down over her hips, sliding them down over her legs, over her calves, and then worked them off over the heels she still wore. He took her left leg in his hand, raising it just enough that he could kiss her ankle as he looked up at her. She looked back into his eyes and saw the lust and desire in them that matched her own. He slowly, gently kissed his way up her calf, then along the inside of her thigh getting closer to her swollen pussy, each kiss sending spasms through her belly and making her hips rise a little to meet his lips. 

And then he stopped. Ruth opened her eyes that had been closed in the throes of passion, and looked up at him wondering if something was wrong. Richard had a look on his face that was difficult to interpret, a small frown at the corner of his lips. "Well this will never do," he said. Ruth's heart sank as her hips settled back onto the bed. Her mind raced. Had she done something wrong? Did something about her not please him? "Don't move," he said as he strode around the bed disappearing into a room connected to the bedroom. Ruth's thoughts darted through her mind like little daggers. The thought of displeasing this man made her heart stick in her throat. Was it something she had done? 

She heard noises coming from the other room, and then water running as Richard moved about it. She looked over at him as he walked back into the bedroom. He had a towel over his shoulder, a bowl in one hand, and a small basket with a handle on it in the other. Laying the items down carefully on the bed beside her, he pulled a small pair of silver scissors out of the basket. "Just lay back and relax, and don't move," he said to her.

Using the scissors he carefully trimmed her pubic hair back to a very short crop, stubble was all that was left as he gathered the clipped hairs and deposited them into something hidden in the basket. The feeling of his fingers pulling her hair gently as he trimmed it sent shivers up and into her still aching pussy.

Once he had trimmed away most of her hair, he put the scissors back into their place inside of the basket. Taking out what looked to be a cup, he took a little water from the bowl and placed it inside of it, then reaching into the basket he took out a wooden handled brush and mixed it around in the cup. The short soft hairs on the brush came out covered in a thick lather that he gently applied over the remaining stubble surrounding her now flowing pussy, her juices dripping out and onto her inner thighs.

Setting aside the cup he picked up a razor from the basket. His fingers expertly moved around her pussy as he shaved away the remaining hair that covered her. She couldn't help but raise her hips up each time he touched her. Suddenly and swiftly she felt him smack the side of her ass as it rose off of the bed. The sudden blow sent shivers through her. The pain of the smack on her ass blended perfectly with the pleasure that his fingers were administering to her. A small gasp escaped her throat followed by a low moan as the tingles shot deep inside of her. "I said to lay still. I don't want to cut you." She looked into his eyes. There was a stern look on his face, but there was also the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. He was enjoying the exquisite torture his fingers so expertly applied to her as he shaved her bald, gently moving her lips from side to side getting every last bit.

Ruth held as still as she could, her growing excitement at the sensations he was causing threatened to push her over the edge into another orgasm. Her juices were flowing freely and dripping down between her legs. She could feel the trail of juices as they met her puckered ass and dripped onto the bed beneath her. Richard's fingers left her and a small cry of frustration escaped her lips at having lost his touch. "Not yet little girl," he said softly, "but soon, very soon."

He sat the razor to the side for a moment and took a washcloth from the basket, dipping it into the water in the bowl. She felt the warm soft cloth washing away the remnants of the thick lather he used on her. Gently, he washed her, cleaning the soap as well as the juices from her thighs and lower where it had gathered and started to drip off of her. The torture was painfully erotic. Her hips rising as he cleaned beneath her. The soft cloth touched her tight ass and sent new sensations up into her now naked pussy. 

Richard took the towel from his shoulder and carefully dried her off. The soft fluffy cloth sent chills racing through her and caused her to moan softly. Once she was dried off, he rinsed the razor out in the bowl of water, gathered up the items and returned them to the bathroom. Ruth could hear him rinsing out the bowl and putting each item back in its place. She could feel every movement of air in the room on her now naked pussy. She felt so exposed, the slightest stir of air lighted and danced on her nudeness there. She imagined how it would feel when she was fully dressed; how her panties would offer little protection and sensuously rub against her nakedness there. It was going to be difficult to feel that without being wet all of the time.

Richard returned from the bathroom, his gaze moving slowly up her body starting at her feet, moving over her legs, her now completely shaved pussy, gliding over her belly and breasts, and finally meeting her eyes. "You look absolutely stunning," he said in a breathy deep voice, almost a growl as he took in her body. Ruth blushed. The tingle his look sent threw her body caused her thighs to clench together. Her now bare pussy pulsated strongly sending a gasp from her lips at the new sensation of her nakedness there.

Richard moved to the end of the bed, kneeling down he slowly unbuckled and removed each of her shoes, sliding them off of her feet and laying them neatly to the side. He lifted one foot and kissed each of her toes in turn, then down her instep to her heel, repeating the same path on the other. His lips found the little knob of her ankle and slowly ascended, kissing along her calf, over her knee and along her thigh. His fingertips gliding along the outsides of her legs as Ruth's breathing grew steadily faster. Her breasts heaved and her hips moved in little circles at the sensations of his lips traveling slowly towards her newly shaved pussy, her juices flowing freely. 

Richard's hands slowly spread her legs as he started to move between them. He placed his lips between her belly button and her newly naked pussy, and planted a small kiss there. A light breath of warm air played over her freshly shaved pussy sending Ruth's hips up to meet his lips. He kissed her where he had just shaved her, and the sensation made her squirm under his touch; his tongue drew a little circle around the naked flesh. He slowly ran his tongue along each of her swollen lips teasingly, taking his time with her. 

Ruth could no longer control the movement of her hips. Each delicious kiss and lick sent them upward to meet his lips, her breath coming in gasps, her moaning growing louder as the sweet sensations wrapped themselves around her body. No man had ever touched and kissed her like this. Her ex-husband's idea of foreplay was to rub her a few times before crawling between her legs and roughly plunging into her until he came. He had never gone down on her even though he expected it of her.

At that moment all thought left Ruth's mind. Richard's tongue slowly parted her swollen lips and made a delicious trip from her opening, slowly parting them in its wake, and tickled her clit lightly. Her arms tensed and her fingers dug into the comforter beneath her, grasping it tightly. Her hips pushed against him as she exploded into orgasm screaming out loudly. He took her clit lightly between his teeth, his tongue flicking over it expertly as she continued to cum. He moaned into her as she came. The vibrations of the sound made her orgasm more intense, penetrating her deeply.

He started to suckle at her clit. A new sensation that made her orgasm stretch out longer than she thought was possible. Her hips thrashing against his lips and her fingers digging deeper into the comforter as her head thrashed from side to side. Her first orgasm had just started to subside when he slowly pushed two fingers into her. She could feel them slowly moving into place behind her clit, pressing out from the inside, pushing her deeper into his greedy mouth, moving in unison with his tongue and lips. She exploded again, her body shuddering from head to toe. Each lick caused a new little explosion of pleasure to spill out of her sending trembles through her body.

Ruth could feel her juices spill down her thighs. She could hear the wetness against his mouth as he drank her in with quiet, lustful gulps. Light moans of pleasure emerged from him as he drank in each drop. She looked down and saw his eyes looking up at her, the lust in his eyes, the pleasure dancing around them and she came again. "Oh god!" she screamed. "Please, please Sir. Fuck me!" Instantly blushing, turning a deep crimson. She seldom even swore, and she had never in her life uttered that phrase before.