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Strip Tease

By: intriguess



You walk in, and sit down in front of empty stage. I slip up behind you and tie your wrists together behind chair. I step on to stage a light falls on my bare foot sliding up my bare leg to my inky black robe that is barely open. The soft music turns on and I start to move, swaying letting my robe catch the light and the spotlight gives you glimpses of creamy flesh. 

The robe falls to floor a black silky pool. You then see my innocent white cotton panties and bra, your seductive blue eyes following my every movement, and a gauzy blue scarf that is draped around me. I sit down on your lap one leg on each side, using scarf to pull your head to me for a deep kiss. I continue to move to music rubbing my body against yours carefully removing your shirt pulling it away to reveal your chest, but it hangs because I don't wish to untie you. I press my soft body to you my hands roaming down your pants undoing them and lifting your hips and sliding them off, pulling boxers off with them. 

The music stops, I shyly kiss your neck my hands tentatively rubbing your penis feeling it harden and encouraged I stroke it with a little more pressure and kiss you deeply, letting you body clue me in as to what you want. I hear your breathing quicken, a gentle moan of pleasure escapes your lips. My own panties become wet and I pull them off and sit on top of your bulging cock. Your head rolls back, a small smile appears on you lips, rubbing you against me. My nipples clearly showing through my bra, moving your head forward you try to lick them as the pass. I reach up and undo my bra, standing so you can taste, tickle and tease my soft sensitive breasts. You slowly move from one to the other, your soft lips covering my hard nipples, I feel your wet tongue teasingly flicking them then slowly going from flicking to sucking. 

My fingers rub my clit as you do I can't resist urge to touch myself. You stop and look at me with desiring eyes as I sit down again continuing to rub myself letting the juices drip over your erection. I bring my wet fingers up to your lips and you slowly take my fingers in your mouth sucking them. I see you slowly close your eyes as you savor the taste. I gently take your cock slowly my hand feeling it's length then teasingly rub my clit. Looking at your wanting eyes, I gently let you push it between my soft folds, your hips thrust up sliding your cock into me. I gasp as your hard member stimulates my from inside, rocking slowly at first then faster your hips thrusting up to reach further in.

Feeling the need to have you caress me, I lean forward, my breasts touching your face. I slowly untie your hands, and softly moan as I feel your mouth cover my breast. I lean back and kiss you passionately. Your hands gently caress my face, then tenderly cup my breast, a silent moan escape my lips as yours softly cover mine. I feel your cock still very excited in me, then wanting to do something even more erotic I raise myself from your cock and softly kiss your lips. 

I turn around and take your rigid cock and slide it between my folds. A moan escapes your lips as you feel this new pleasure. Your mouth nibbles at my ear, bringing my body to near orgasm. I feel your soft hand cover my breast, gently rubbing my nipples, creating an even greater pleasure inside me. Gentle moans of pleasure fills my ears as I feel you nearing orgasm. My body trembles with pleasure as I feel you pumping your cock in my body with increasing strokes. 

Your hand then take my hips, moving them as a moan escapes your lips, bringing your cock exploding a warm feeling inside my body. You then move slowly in me, you lips meeting mine in a feeling of passionate love.

Strip Tease



Life's tapestry is woven in intricate, often overlapping designs. Complicated patterns sometimes emerge as repetitive, the only variation being a subtle change in the hue of color. As with these patterns of tapestry, the people in our own life will pass through randomly; the intervals are sometimes brief while other times their stay is for a longer period. There are times that their passing plays such an insignificant role that they go almost unnoticed. Only our subconscious levels acknowledge their existence.

For me, such was the case with Brian.

Thus far Brian has appeared on numerous occasions as an intermediary. His impact on my life was seemingly insignificant in the beginning. But, each incident of his presence was always highly charged with tension and emotion.

He has not crossed paths with me in over a decade. But, he remains in my memory with true warmth and rich hot fantasies of his dark side. To understand how the two of us related one must first understand some of the background of our first encounters.

Long ago, in what seems like another lifetime, but in actuality was only twenty years ago, Brian made his first appearance. I was married at this time to my childhood sweetheart, Alton. Alton was my first love as well as my first lover. No matter what level of quagmire or what hurts we bestowed upon each other, we still seemed to maintain a rich steamy sexual aspect between us.

By far Alton's sexual curiosity and desires surpassed mine. After all, my entire sexual exposure began and revolved around him. When he wanted to teach me how to suck his cock, he ran Hershey's syrup over his erection and instructed me to close my eyes and lick it all of until there was no lingering evidence of it ever having been there. When his orgasm erupted within my mouth and coated my throat with his thick syrup, I swallowed in amazement. I continued to hold his cock between the roof of my mouth and my tongue while I rested my head upon his abdomen. His penis began to shrink away from my lips. How I love that moment when a man is semi -erect, thick and rubbery to the feel!

It was with zest and enthusiasm that I approached this venture we were about to undertake. We were going to see BEHIND THE GREEN DOOR, starring Marilyn Chambers. Was I ever excited! Nervously excited is probably more accurate! After all the South was still the South no matter what century it was. The political climate was one of intolerance towards such pornographic matters as "dirty movies". 

This was the fifth and final night that the movie was scheduled to be shown. I checked the newspaper every day for stories of it being raided by our men in blue, the New Orleans police department. There had been none. So, I did not believe we'd been jeopardizing anything by going. This wasn't an election year so just maybe tolerance would prevail.

Wrong!

Alton and I took our seats in the balcony overlooking the sparsely filled audience. Curiously, most of the audience was comprised of couples. The most obvious exception was the group of six young men two rows behind us. Having noticed that each had on dark slacks, white dress shirts with boring ties, and a trench coat draped over his knee, I whispered to Alton as the house lights began to go dark, "Either that is a circle jerk of young professionals, or we're about to be raided!"

Voices originating at the projection booth, the film halted abruptly, and the house lights became bright. Looking over my shoulder I was able to see one of the neatly dressed young men showing what could only be his badge to the projectionist. His deep baritone voice seemed to boom through the theater as he announced, "Ladies and gentleman, may I have your attention! I am Sgt. (his name was lost in the blur of panic that crept from the pit of my stomach) with the New Orleans Vice Division. The performance for this evening is over! All of you should collect your belongings and leave immediately!"

Mortified, I reached down to put my shoes back on and grab my purse. Alton did not wait for me. He was already down the stairs and waiting by the exit sign as I began to descend the stairs. It is still not clear to me even today what happened next. All that I can remember is the fall down the flight of about six stairs. Stunned and shaken, I tried to get up. A hand was extended to me as one of the young detectives helped me to my feet. Once assured that I was steady and unhurt, he handed me my shoe with apologies. I was too embarrassed to even make eye contact with him. The heel had completely snapped off my shoe. Luckily, other than the embarrassment of being "caught" at the theater and the humiliation of my ungraceful fall, I was otherwise unharmed.

We left that night without getting to see the film I so much wanted to see and without the money we paid for admission. Patrons were not hassled. The theater staff and owner, however, did not fair as well; all were arrested .

A few years later Alton's and my love/hate relationship became volatile. A bottle of Jack Daniel's had replaced me as his primary love interest. The marriage ended after thirteen years in divorce. Although I had reached a plateau emotionally, I no longer liked the man; my love had been diminished by a bottle of booze! Still, there was a lot of history between us. I could not understand the venom he felt towards me. Divorce was like war! Attack, counter attack, retreat, defense! If he had died my grief would have been easier than the betrayal and rejection of that ugly mess.

In the twilight years of marriage, I had gone to work with the specific intent of saving enough money for breast implants. When I reached my financial goal, I changed my mind and used the money as a down payment on a shiny black BMW.

During the divorce the "enemy" captured my car. Alton not only refused to return the vehicle to me; but he went to extreme measures to prevent me from taking it back. He kept heavy chains wrapped through the steering column and the drivers seat and secured them with several pad locks.

Stubbornly refusing to accept defeat and give up the only possession that was in my own name, I developed a plan of action. Armed with only a copy of the auto registration showing me as the owner, I placed a telephone call to the New Orleans police and requested that they meet me at Alton's office to mediate the return of my vehicle.

Twenty minutes later a patrol car with two officers arrived. After introducing ourselves, I explained the situation and showed them the document proving me the legal owner of the BMW. They went into Alton's office. What they said or how Alton responded I do not know. I waited nervously outside pacing the parking lot.

Shortly thereafter, the office door opened and out stormed Alton. His face was red with rage. He glared at me with daggers shooting from his heart and eyes. Ironically, his anger empowered me, made me stronger, determined to see this through and get back what was rightfully mine to have.

He began removing all of his personal possessions and removed the locks and chains. From his key ring he removed his copy of the car keys and handed them to the officer. Just as the officer turned in my direction Alton called him back to confer with him. Alton reached into his pants pocket, took something out, and handed it to the policeman as he pointed in my direction. A sickening smirk crossed his face as he took another emotional blow in my direction.

The policeman shook his head as though bewildered as he walked in my direction. How handsome he was! Dark wavy hair cut close to his scalp, intense blue eyes, and a confident posture and well defined muscular frame! "Ma'am, he returned your keys and asked me to give you this. He said you'd understand."

I laughed when I saw Alton's "gift", a quarter. His message was clear. Once again he was calling me "a two-bit whore". Where this use to hurt me, that day I found it humorous; I almost felt pity for Alton. 

"Would you mind, sir, doing one more service for me? Return this to him and tell him, 'The Lady said no thank you. This one is on her!" He grinned at me with a co-conspirital nod.Secretly, I had hoped that handsome man in uniform would find me equally attractive and take my telephone number from his report. But, that was not to be.

Three years later, I found myself the only female sales representative in an otherwise male dominated field. The guys took me under wing and treated me like part of their family. We often went to lunch together. After a while they ceased to think of me as a female and instead just included me as one of them. The result was frank and interesting conversations that almost always referenced sex directly or by innuendo.

The topic of one Friday afternoon was pornographic movies.

"I've always wanted to see BEHIND THE GREEN DOOR but have never had the chance!" I went on to share the story of my misadventure.

"No one's life is complete until they have that experience." joked my friend Larry. "Today may be your lucky day, little Sister. Wait here, I have to make a phone call."

When Larry came back to the table. He had the look of a little boy who had decided to play hooky from school. Devilish! Precocious! "O.K.! It's all set. Can you clear your calendar this afternoon?"

Jumping to the hint of adventure I replied without even checking my appointment book, "Sure! But, what's up?"

"We have an invitation to a friend's house for a private showing of a movie! He's expecting us about three o'clock. Let's get rolling and I'll pick you up at the office."

Summers in New Orleans can be unbearably hot! The humidity drains your energy. As I got into Larry's car, I removed my suit jacket and draped it over the seat. Perspiration had formed between my breasts.

"There a couple of cold six packs in the back if you want to grab us a couple." Larry maneuvered the car into the traffic congestion on Veteran's Highway. We rode in relative silence, content to sip our beer and let the tensions of the week fade.

Breaking the silence, I asked, " Exactly where are we going and who is going to be there?"

"It's cool, Diana. Brian is an old friend of mine from my days on "the force"." He said those words with such pride and a touch of remorse. Larry had to retire his uniform and give up forever his passion for police work; he had injured his back and gone out on a disability pension. "You'll like him. Brian is good people. Besides he single! He's good looking! And he has a copy of BEHIND THE GREEN DOOR."

Larry squeezed my hand and smiled a reassuring smile. Feeling content and at peace with the world, I closed my eyes and relaxed into the counters of the bucket seat. A Willie Nelson tape played in the background as his words "blue eyes, my baby's got blue eyes" lulled my senses.

I must have dozed, for I roused as the car turned into a street lined by a stand of trees. The limbs of the tree on the right side of the street had entwined with the limbs from the tree on the left side forming a canopy of shade as far as the eye could see. The homes were older, small, the yards well manicured. The neighborhood presented the aura of serene respectability. Odd, I thought, that this environment would be where I would finally have the opportunity to witness this film that had so long eluded me.

Larry nonchalantly parked the car with the wheels resting on part of the lawn. Instead of waiting to ring the doorbell to announce our arrival, he honked the horn several times in a short repetitive series. I remember thinking it must have been a secret code of some sort for the front door opened almost immediately after he took his hand away from the horn.

The two friends hugged each other in greeting patting the other's back affectionately. I did not think this strange for Larry had told me of the brotherhood that existed between fellow policemen. Larry turned to me and said to his friend, "Brian this is the woman I've been telling you about. Diana, this is my friend Brian."

As we made eye contact, I stared at him intently as he did the same to me. There was something about him that seemed so familiar, so comfortable. It was as though we each recognized the other, already knew each other; but, had no basis for this knowledge for we were in actuality just being introduced.

It was Brian's day off so he was dressed in hangout clothes, cutoffs and a tee shirt and barefoot. He was tall. About six-foot would be my guess. His hair was black and his eyes a deep blue shade. By my standards, his physical attributes were a solid ten! 

After the glare of the afternoon sun, my eyes had to adjust to the living room darkened by the drawn curtains. The room was furnished in true bachelor tradition; an overstuffed chair, a well-worn brown couch, one lamp, a battered coffee table, and an elaborate entertainment wall with the top of the line stereo equipment and a massive selection of tapes and records. A television was in the center of the shelving system. On the floor ready and waiting was a projector with the film already spooled and threaded. In the corner was the screen, which would soon be filled with sensuous images.

Brian offered us a choice of Barq's Root Beer or Dixie Beer, pointing us toward the kitchen to make our own selection. I chose the soda while Larry opted for the beer. When we returned to the living area Brian was lounging on the couch, arms behind his head, bare feet crossed at the ankles. He looked like he was ready for a Sunday afternoon of football. "Make yourselves comfortable," he invited. "And Larry, you can flip the switch any time you're ready."

After starting the projector, Larry leaned up against the chair where I was sitting. Having already discarded my shoes, I curled my stocking feet beneath me. Momentary anxiety filled me as the reality of the situation took hold. I was about to be one of an audience of three for a private viewing of perhaps the most provocative movie ever made.

As the images filled the screen I forgot all else. The premise was that of a young woman abducted and brought to a theater where an audience awaited her arrival. She was soothed and ministered to by another woman in preparation for the events to follow. She was to be adoringly ravished on stage before the eyes of all to see. So physically and psychologically stimulated was I by the premise that my imagination transcended my reality. It was as though the experience were my own. The tempo of the music began a tribal almost ritualistic beat. An African warrior with an engorged penis made his way ceremoniously to the bed where the girl lay. He entered her as his body kept pace with the music. My own breathing became rapid, my body temperature rose and my panties were damp with the juices flowing from my vaginal lips. 

I looked form Brian to Larry; they were as absorbed in the story. Feeling comfortable that neither was concerned about what I might be doing, I discreetly positioned myself so that the heel of my foot touched my clitoris.

On the screen the young actress was responding with abandonment to all inhibition. She met his every thrust enthusiastically. The couple made and held eye contact as the wave of orgasm passed through them.

Throughout the scene I had been gently rocking, creating a friction that stimulated my own genitals. My own orgasm rushed through my body.

Gently tapping Larry on the shoulder, I gestured for him to allow me to get out of the chair. "Are you O.K.?" he whispered.

Nodding affirmatively I tiptoed out of the room and into the sanctity of the bathroom. Once safely inside, I locked the door. Standing in front of the sink as I splashed cool water on my burning face, I saw my reflection staring back. Twin images having a silent conversation with the other. "Now you've done it! What next? Are you courageous enough to march back in there and reclaim your seat as though you had been watching I LOVE LUCY reruns; or, are you going to slither out the backdoor and hope not to be detected?"

The decision was made for me as a light tap came at the door and Larry's familiar voice complained, "Hurry up in there! There's a line formed out here! I have to whiz!"

Opening the door tentatively, Larry pushed it open and squeezed passed me playfully swatting my behind. He unzipped his pants and took out his organ and began urinating before I was even out the door.

The sounds of music drifted from the living room. It was definitely Willie Nelson's "You Are Always On My Mind". The room had been cleared. There was no evidence that five minutes earlier we had all been watching a couple in the throes of wild sex. I was really grateful that they had been so thoughtful.

Calling out to Brian I asked, "Are you a Willie fan, too?"

"Want something to drink?" Brian asked from the kitchen. He handed me a beer before I could answer. Making small talk he asked about my job, Larry's and my relationship (friends, definitely just friends!), and how it was that the afternoon we had all shared had come about.

I told him the story of my early misadventure or fiasco of being raided before I had a chance to see the movie. He laughed. And then asked me questions about my life.

"I feel like I know you, Diana. You are so familiar. What school did you go to?"

"That is definitely not the key! I went to an all girl's school."

"Rule that out. Where did you work before?"

"Mostly in my ex's business. That was BD of course. Before divorce. I spent about ten years there. Landry & Associates right off Robert E. Lee Boulevard."

Brian looked puzzled, surprised. He reached out and took my hand as he guided me back in the living room. We sat facing each other on the couch. Hesitantly, he said. "I know this is going to sound strange. But, bear with me."

"Bare what? What am I missing?" Larry interjected as he took a seat in the chair.

Brian looked at his old friend and asked, "Isn't it about time you got home to the wife and kiddies? No offense, buddy, but three is a crowd!"

"I can take a hint. But, Diana goes with me. I drove her here."

"If it is agreeable with Diana, I'd like her to stay. I'll take her back to her car."

That decided, Larry left pretending to pout and have hurt feelings at being asked to leave so abruptly.

Almost immediately, Brian picked up the conversation as though there had never been an interruption. Granted that I did not know him well, but he seemed intense. "Do you believe in fate?"

"If you mean predestination, no, I don't. If you mean something that results from the twist of the cosmic tumblers, yes, I do. Why?"

Shaking his head as though he was really pondering what I had just said, he blurted out, "This is not the first time we've met, Diana. I'm sure of it. Do you still drive a black BMW?"

"How did you know what kind of car I drive?"

"I just can't believe it! Diana, that night you fell down the stairs, you didn't look at me. And, it was me that helped you up when you lost your shoe. You were so embarrassed that it was almost cute. The day you called the department for help, it was me that answered the call! You were really a tiger that day! It was me that had to deal with that shit for brains ex-husband to get your car back."

I was awestruck and at a loss for words. The threads of unconscious memory took the form instant recall. The events we shared in the past flashed before my eyes. How ironic that the thread that brought us together again would be my desire to see this movie! I even forgot to ask if his copy was actually the original from so many years ago.

Two days later we went to dinner. We didn't talk much. We just stared into the others eyes and smiled a lot. Over dessert, Brian asked me whether or not I had been turned on by the movie we had shared.

"Who wouldn't be! What a head-trip! Try to imagine being abducted, soothed to passivity, sexually ravished, and passionately responsive all within the same evening! That would be an emotional roller coaster ride!"




Strip Tease



After we left the restaurant I assumed that we wound spend the rest of the evening in either his bed or mine. But, I was wrong. He kissed me and left me confused, disappointed and frustrated.

Five days passed and he had not as yet telephoned me. I was hurt and a little angry that I would be subjected to this rejection. My mood was blue and my attitude on the bitchy side with almost everyone. The traffic was heavy and I sat dead still in the middle of the Interstate wondering what fool had ever had the audacity to refer to this as an expressway. The wail of a siren could be heard in the near distance. I flipped radio stations trying to find one that would distract me while I waited. When I looked up I noticed from my rear view mirror a flashing blue light. The policeman wore his cap pulled down to the brim of his dark aviator glasses. He stepped out of the car and adjusted his holster. He rolled his shoulders forward and twisted the kinks out of his neck.

How odd it all seemed. I watched in fascinated amusement. I stopped smiling when he tapped on the glass beside me. My heart jumped into my throat and my hands began to sweat as I rolled the window down. I had no idea what I could have done wrong.

My irritableness showed as I snapped at him, "Excuse me! Was I speeding? Did I run a red light or something?"

"Displaying a little attitude today, eh, Miss." His voice was a complete monotone. "I'd like to see your driver's license and registration, please."

I was muttering curses under my breath as I dug into my purse first and then the glove box for the items he requested. He took them from me and turned his back to me as he walked back to his car. I saw him speak into the microphone of his radio. He must have been running my license and plate. I let out my breathe and tried to remain calm, trying to reassure myself that this was some big mistake and that it would soon easily be resolved.

When he returned to my car, he did not give my license back. Instead, he told me "I'm going to have ask you to pull your car over to the side of the road next to me."

"Why? Would you please tell me what 's wrong or what I've done?"

His only answer was to emphatically motion me to the emergency lane. Now I was nervous! I parked and waited to see what would happen next. He parked a few feet behind me. Once again he came towards me, "Get out the car slowly, Miss, and put your hands on the trunk."

I was so scared that I almost wet my pants. But, I did what I was told. I heard him approach. With one foot inserted between my sandals he forced my feet apart. My suit skirt was so tight I was afraid the kick-pleat would split. "Slowly put your hands behind your back, miss." He instructed.

Too dumbfounded to speak, I responded to his command compliantly. When the cold metal of the handcuffs clicked shut around the first wrist, my knees weakened and started to involuntarily bounce with uncontrollable nervousness. Then came the sound of the second click. My mind was reeling! This could not be happening to me!

He walked behind me as he guided me towards the open door of the awaiting cruiser. Placing one hand on top of my head, he guided me into the back seat. The door slammed shut behind me. Tears began to roll down my cheeks as despair overwhelmed me.

The sound of his nightstick tapping on the glass penetrated the blanket of gloom that surrounded me. He was looking at me and smiling and he took off his hat and removed his dark sunglasses. "Brian!" I screamed as adrenaline surged through my entire body; euphoria replacing the despair. 

As he slid behind the wheel, I began to badger him with questions and pleading for him to release me. "What in heaven's name is going on? Take these cuffs off of me this instant! Have you completely lost your mind?" He ignored me and guided the car back into the heavy traffic with his blue lights flashing. "Brian, do you know how humiliating this is? Everyone is staring at me! I can imagine what they must be thinking of me! Please!! Let me go!" 

He did not answer me; instead, he skillfully maneuvered the car from lane to lane. What seemed like an hour but was in actuality probably only ten minutes, he stopped the vehicle in front of Central Lock Up. "Now, Diana," he said sternly, "I have to go inside. I suggest that you behave and remain quiet here until I get back. You'll be safe until I come back for you." I felt so small, so insignificant to the course of world events, and so humiliated!

I did not know whether to cry or to be angry. My emotions were in turmoil. Nothing made any sense. The thought that this was a dream from which I would soon awake crossed my mind. The Twilight Zone also came to mind. Survival instinct took hold as my tears ceased and my breathing became easier. Rational thinking filtered back into my reality. Logic told me that this had to be an elaborate joke; that I could not have possibly done anything to warrant being detained by the law. So, I sank back into the seat and waited as I had been told to do.

Finally! His familiar handsome face stood in the doorway as he conversed with another "uniform". He glanced in my direction and acknowledged me with a slight wave. "What a handsome specimen he is in that uniform!" I said out loud. Surprising even to me, a tremor of sexual arousal pulsed between my legs. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would ever succumb to being erotically stimulated by the sight of a uniform, an authority figure. Too surreal, I thought.

His conversation completed, he strode across the parking lot and opened the back door. Tenderly, he whispered so that only the two of us would be privy to his words, "Come, sweetheart, trust me. Everything will be all right."

Two cars down from the one I had just exited, he opened the front passenger door to a red Firebird and motioned for me to get in. Once he was situated in the driver's seat, he reached across and put the safety belt in place around me. "Are your arms uncomfortable?" he questioned. I nodded in silence, anxiously waiting to see what would happen next. "You've just experienced being abducted. I hope you were not too frightened. If you would like me to remove the cuffs, I will; but only if you agree to two conditions: First, I want you to wear this blindfold." From beneath his seat appeared a black scarf. "Secondly, You must agree to having the cuffs secured again. This time your hands will be in your lap."

Not waiting for my reply, he unlocked the cuffs. What a relief! My wrists and arms ached from the unnatural position to which they had been subjected. But, as though hypnotized by the unfolding drama, I placed my hands in my lap and watched in fascination as he secured them again. As he placed the scarf around my eyes and tied it at the back of my head, he kissed my cheek. "Your abduction was out of your control. It's happened! It's a fact! But, before we go any further in this adventure, I give you my word that you will be safe in my care. Tell me that you trust me enough to give your consent to go where ever I take you!"

Inhaling deeply, I sucked in the oxygen to clear my thoughts. "Maybe I'm crazy, Brian, but I do trust you."

As he drove, I tried to create a visual map in my mind's eye to determine where we might be headed. My sense of direction was scrambled by the depravation of sight. Brian hummed to himself as he drove. Other than an occasional pat on my leg there was no physical or conversational contact between us.

The engine was turned off as the car came to rest in what must have been a garage or a driveway. The only sounds I heard were that of a dog barking and a few birds chattering. Judging from the absence of city noises, I assumed that we were in a residential environment. As Brian helped me from the car I said a silent prayer that no one would witness this spectacle of a bound woman and a policeman in uniform as her captor. Wouldn't it be ironic should someone witness this charade and call 911 to report the situation? My mind was crowded with such contradictory thoughts.

He took my hands in his and led me down a pathway lined with bushes that brushed my skin as we passed. When he stopped I heard a gate latch whine as it allowed our entry. "Careful, now, We have to climb three steps." I followed him hesitantly up the steps and through two doors. I heard the hum of a refrigerator and realized we were in someone's kitchen. It was quite amazing how keen my hearing had become once deprived of the sense of sight.

When we reached his intended destination, he raised my hands and arms upward. I heard the sounds of chains clinking as he suspended me in place. Only then did he remove my blindfold. I stood facing a stucco wall only inches away. 

A black Labrador puppy came running into the room greeting Brian in a way that a dog greets only his master. He patted the dog on the head affectionately before commanding him to go to the other room. The dog was well trained and obeyed immediately with no need of a second command.

This simple gesture caused the hair at the back of my neck to rise. Was I to be expected to listen and obey his every command?

Brian walked up behind me as if reading my mind, "Today is a day you will probably remember for a long time. Today is about abduction, relinquishing of your self-control, setting aside of pride. Today is about surrender! Today I plan to ravish you inside and out! I will ask your permission periodically. Hopefully, you will always answer me positively. Shall we begin?"

It could be said that I was not in a position to negotiate. But, I knew better. This was a fantasy drama enacted for both our pleasures. Meekly, I replied, "Please, Sir, yes."

He stepped in front of me and started to unbutton my blouse slowly, deliberately allowing his fingers to touch lightly the skin beneath. He pulled the blouse out of the waistband of my skirt and continued the unbuttoning process. He slipped two fingers between the mounds of my breasts and skillfully unsnapped the front of my bra. My upper torso was now exposed to him. Wetting his lips with his tongue, he placed them around one nipple.

He sucked and stretched the nipple until it responded by hardening to the soft touch of his tongue. It was divine! I felt blissful and let a sigh of contentment pass my lips. Had my hands been free, I would have held his head to my breast to encourage more. 

Instead, he raised his head to face me; his tongue probed my mouth. Then he abruptly stopped. Just Stopped! It was almost maddening. "You liked that, didn't you." It was a statement, for there was no question about it. I loved every second of it.

My eyes followed him as he walked over to the dining room table and laid his own shirt there. He pulled the blue undershirt over his head and tossed it too onto the table. His chest was covered with a light spray of shiny black curls. "I'm thirsty." he announced. "Would you like something to drink?"

He returned with a tall frosty glass of ice water. Holding the rim to my lips I drank as fast as I could. It seemed that the faster I tried to drink what he offered, the faster the cold liquid flowed. It was impossible to swallow it fast enough. What I could not swallow overflowed and poured down my naked chest. I shuddered as the chill spread down and through me. He only smiled as he placed the glass on the floor. "Let me see if I can warm you. May I, Diana?"

Through chattering teeth I begged, "Please!" 

Taking the other breast into his lips he administered an equal treatment that the other had received. When the nipple was hard, I felt the edge of his teeth gently nibble the nub. No longer was I feeling any effects of the cold. With Brian's tongue and touch my body now radiated heat.

"You have a great ass," he whispered as his fingers squeezed them. He walked behind me as though to get a better view. His hand slipped under my skirt and traced the stocking leg to the beginning of its origins. "What do we have here?" He said in mock surprise. "No panties? Diana, what a wicked one you are!"

My face flushed with embarrassment. With all that had been happening this afternoon, it had not occurred to me that today of all days I had simply worn a garter belt and stockings. It is something I like to do occasionally. It is so liberating! Until today it was a secret that I had not shared with anyone else.

"I have to see this, " his voice had a feverish pitch as he unzipped my skirt and slid it down my legs. He had me step out of the skirt; and even took the time to remove my sandals too.

I heard him unzip his own pants. I watched as he took them off. His erection stretched at the confines of his briefs. He discarded them and tossed them aside. "There is something so sexy about a woman who wears a garter belt and stockings. Wait here. I'll be right back." He laughed at his own joke.

He had something in his hand that I could no distinguish. " Spread your legs apart." His tone was not a request, it was a command. I complied.

The object in hand was his nightstick. He began to glide it from behind to the front of my vaginal lips. The lips were spread apart with each pass of the stick. "Ride it!" He commanded! I did as I had been told. My body clung to the stick and with each thrust my clitoris grew harder and more sensitive. It had evolved from a small pink bud into a hot red bloom.

Inhibitions had been abandoned as I thrilled to the naughtiness of our play. My own juices covered the baton so that it glistened. He squatted down where we could make eye contact and held the instrument upright against the opening of my vagina. "Take it!" 

Long ago when I had read the a book by Harold Robbins (I think it was him.) The segment I was recalling at this instant was a description of a young Indian maiden on her wedding night. Women from the village had come to her tent to prepare her for her husband. It was her duty to be a good wife for him. To prepare her, they greased a large stick and had her sit on it to break her hymen. I closed my eyes and pretended to be that young maiden. The vaginal mouth opened and stretched. The stick inched inside my body. The chains limited my range. "Come to me, Brian, please! It's you I want inside me"

He at first seemed reluctant to relinquish his front row seat at such a deviant act performed for him alone. But he took the stick away and stood up. He pressed my body to his and lifted me off the floor. My legs wrapped around his torso as he slid his shaft into my eager lips. Suspended as I was by the chains, and my weight supported by his strong arms I had no control over what rhythm he chose. I held on tightly with my legs while at the same time opening myself to him so that he might thrust deeper and deeper. He groaned as he sensed his approaching orgasm. "No! Not yet!" Was all that he said as he withdrew and set me back on the ground.

After removing the restraints from my hands, he pulled me with him to the floor. He lay on his back and positioned me so that I straddled him. My feet were flat on the floor, my knees drawn to my chest, raising my body up and down to receive his thrusts. The walls of my vagina clung to him with each ascending motion.

He flipped me over so that he was now on top. His body melted into mine. We kissed and ground our pelvis into the others. My body trembled as the first orgasm flowed through me. He kissed me tenderly. His rhythm slowed to a tempo of a waltz. Together in a crescendo we shared the joy as a climax consumed us. We fell asleep in each other's arms with the aroma of passion permeating the air.

Well, it took a decade before Brian and I came together. No pun intended! I guess some of my mother's words of wisdom were right after all. I can still hear her say, "Diana Beth, good things are worth waiting for."



Strip Tease



The club is crowded and ordinary, although filled with delicacies for the eye. There are beautiful scantily clad women milling amongst the patrons, some serving drinks, some in a state of undress. The music pulses and in the air hangs the anticipation of the hungry men watching.

From our table we watch, sometimes I only watch you. I take pleasure in catching the eye of a lonely man; occasionally shift myself so my neckline reveals my cleavage more. We exchange observances, the girl with the pretty hair or mouth, which one you prefer, who has fake breasts, who does not. 

I choose a pretty, full-lipped dancer; motion her over with a smile. She and I exchange, her squatting at my feet. Occasionally we both turn to you conspiratorially, her dark eyes and my blue ones smiling at you. She places her hand on my bare knee and smirks, her thumb stroking my skin and we laugh together. I flirt with her, complimenting her beauty. She and I rise and as I near to pass you I lean over to your ear, my breathing tingling down your neck, "It is time Darling."

Weaving our way to the back of the room, through the tables of greasy eyed men, I admire the woman's ass in front of me, confident in my choice. We pass through a beaded curtain into a more dimly lit room, the red lights creating a surreal glow on our skin. Flanking the one wall is a long banquette with a few tables and even fewer chairs. The dancer takes your hand and seats you while I find a chair so I can see your face as you watch her. Laying crisp bills on the Formica tabletop I smile, then adjust my skirt up my thighs, giving you a coquettish smirk. 

As the next song starts, she cuts figure eights with her body, hands sliding up into her hair, pantomiming desire. You shoot me a look. The song progresses and swaying the bell of her ass she hooks her fingers on the little skirt she wears, lowering it to reveal her pink thong panties. Her ass is breathtaking, perfectly curved peach halves, tight and ready for harvest. I lick my lips involuntarily, and you catch me with a grin.

Another song begins and she turns and shakes her ass in your lap, always careful to not touch you. She dances closer, toying with her bra. Flirting with taking it off. I catch her eye and lay another bill on the table, she answers by removing the satin that cages her breasts. Wiggling, she has captivated you long ago and I am trapped in your satisfaction. Her breasts are small and upturned, the large nipples perked in the air. My clit starts to throb thinking of taking one in my mouth. The dancer watches you with black slit eyes, licking her finger she slides it down her body and traces one nipple then the other, body pulsing with the music. 

On the final track she climbs up so she straddles your knees, teasing you with her long hair; her breasts, tongue distance from your mouth. I think of you biting my nipples so they ache, and my hand creeps to twirl circles on my thigh. She preens for your eyes, arching so her ribs can be seen against her skin, nipples jutting into the air. Gyrating on you, she works her witchcraft, and I can see the drunkenness in your eyes. I am getting increasingly wet, and feel a trickle of desire between my ass cheeks. When I lay another bill on the table she stands up and away from you, licking her lips. Winking at me she hooks her thumbs in her thong panties and slowly pushes them down to her ankles. The high heels elongate her calves and ass. Standing with legs splayed she reaches back, making a show of touching her pretty shaved pussy, so close you could touch. I see your fingers twitch as she taunts your more. 

When the music shifts she quickly bends once more and pulls up the panties, breasts falling forward, hair tangling down. She smiles ever so sweetly as she picks up the money, tapping it lightly with her long nails. She walks out and leaves us to ourselves.

Alone, I inspect you. It is too dim to see if you are hard, but I can imagine the texture of your cock. So, so soft, straining for my mouth. That little tremor as I release you from the confines of your clothes. Dewy, I can no longer resist and rise to slowly saunter over to you. Limbs weighted with the honey of my desire. My mouth puckered, mirroring other swollen lips. 

Standing now, your knees close to my won, I raise my skirt so you may see my shaved pussy. I stroke it with two fingers, slowly so you may witness how wet they come away. Bringing them to my mouth I lick then suckle, all the while holding your gaze. The man in your eyes, raw energy flung into the space between us to touch my skin, hypnotizes me. I know I am playing with fire to tease you.

"Kneel" 

Reading your hunger, I do as you say. Reaching to release your cock from the confines of your clothing, I almost moan to see the purple head. As my lips make contact with the need throbbing there, you tilt your head back and growl low in your belly. I can feel the soft thrust of your hips, the tensing of your legs, fingers finding the base of my neck. Commanding my mouth, you control every movement with a handful of my red hair. I love to feel your need like this; your greediness for my tongue flickering over the tight skin of the head, flat long strokes on your shaft. Groaning onto you, I am dripping now, from experiencing your delight. 

Unconscious to anything but your scent and taste, everything is eclipsed in your animal presence. I devour you, ravenous for pleasing you, drinking each of your gasps and moans and translating that to my own flesh. Trapped by our mutual feeding, I keep moving against you. My fingers find your balls heavy, then slipping lower to the pucker of your ass. As I slick my finger along that tenderness your moans fall on me like sacraments. 

Suddenly you jerk my hair, pulling my face up to your heavy lidded gaze. I am wild eyed; my lips bruised red from my adoration of you. Head back, neck exposed in surrender, I mew for more. Silken voiced I try to charm you, fingers cupping your balls. 

"You know how to ask pet," you say with a creeping smile, "let me hear you ask like a good girl."

Cheeks flushed, I lick my lips and, speaking clearly, my voice clean of hesitation. "Let me feel you cum in my mouth baby," I ask, then add a smirking, "Please?" 

With a light laugh at my coquetry you tell me I am a good girl, my mouth continuing it's insatiable ministrations. 

I feel the tensing of your thighs before you cum. Lips, tongue, teeth… all begging for it. You cum deep in my throat, and I taste your essence. With a long instinctive moan I feel the twitching, your cock alive for my mouth. When you release my hair I make a show of licking you clean, kitten like, and then sneaking up your body I steal a kiss with a sly smile. 

Hair making a curtain around us, I flick my tongue with yours, breath husky. Placing your hands on my hips you pull me off balance so I fall slightly to you. When I break the kiss you wear a serious expression, and this surprises me. But I read that look as I would Neruda, and my breath catches on some part of my heart. As you slip your fingers under my shirt, I close my eyes and succumb to a hungry moan I feel begin at my knees. As you cup my breast and kiss my neck, you whisper; "Bend over princess, and show me MY pussy." My belly fills with hot flutters; I comply, gripping the edge of the table I spread my heels wide. Looking over my shoulder at you I wait with eyes full of yearning.

Pulling my hips back, you force me to arc. Your fingers raising my skirt, sending a trail of shivers and when you graze the shaved and swollen lips of my pussy I growl your name. You study me as you take time to sip of my hungry red arousal. I feel the cool air on my ass cheeks, and flash on a moment of self-consciousness about being caught with my skirt over my hips. Feeling me tense, you sooth me with a flick of my clit, closing my eyes I allow my body to answer your control. Pushing myself back I stretch my arm, pussy now raised up and open to your eyes. The faintest sensation multiplied and compounded, my body listens for your fingers. 

Suddenly, as answer to my aching, I feel you stroking me, teasing the mewing from my lips. I am yours completely now. Pussy raw and suckling your fingers, I feel the fire burning in me, building to holocausts. Ensnared in the intensity of my need, I thrash against your hand. "Please, oh PLEASE, may I cum?", I cry out your name, panting as I bear down, resisting the precipice of my climax. I sob when you say no to my request, afraid I will fail. Louder, I abandon myself in the swirl of your touch, I beg you as I listen to the appraisal of my greedy pussy. "Please, I NEED to cum, Oh GOD…. Please baby." I weep out, the fire lapping at my skin, tinder to this dance I am crumbling. It is with utter oblivion that when you give me permission and I feel the first sweet lick of your tongue that I cum. Hard and with guttural moaning, I choke on your name. 

As my body stops quaking you release me, sliding my skirt back in place. I turn to kiss you shyly smiling you beam at me. I glow in to hear how much this gift has meant to you. I giggle softly about being so exposed in a public place and you laugh. Rising you grip my fingers with yours and we walk out into the club. Smacking my ass playfully, I smile at the curious eyes of those ignorant to my bliss.



Strip Tease



After her set, Jade freshened her make-up backstage with the help of her long time friend and drinking buddy, Ramala. At 30 years of age, Jade was striking. Dark hair, large green slanted eyes, tight frame and firm tits. Together they toasted the beginning of another weekly, private party worth thousands to the small club which had become home. 

"Here's to you baby, and another Jamaican vacation! Weeee ha!" Ramala toasted.

"Love ya mami", Jade winked and swallowed her brandy in one smooth toss.

....

"And here she is once again for your viewing pleasure...Jade!", the announcer boomed over the new sound system.

A small burst of applause was instantly hushed as the five-foot seven dancer cockily strode out onto the stage in time to the slow bump and grind music the D.J. played. Her the fringes of her silver lamee costume shimmied around her firm, tanned thighs as she began slow circles with her lucious hips. Her hands ran slowly up the sides of her magnificent body and encircled her breasts. Each click of her stilleto heels brought her closer to the end of the stage and everyone knew that the real party started then. 

Jade slowly rolled her shoulders opposite of each other and slid out of her small black jacket, circling it above her head and neatly tossing it behind her.

"Okay, who's ready for some fun?", she shouted, placing her finger between her teeth. She regarded the smaller crowd.

"Hell yeah, I am!", a blonde, muscled man yelled back.

"Right here, right now baby! Put that fine ass right here!" another shouted, pointing to his already bulging crotch.

"Party of seven, your table is ready!" Jade smiled widely and got down on all fours at center stage and allowed the first three men there to pull off her clothes.

As always, security had to come and calm the crowd a bit and let their presence be known, lest one of the men get out of control. Heads would roll if anything happened to the lead dancer and top money maker of Silky's.

Jade felt the strings of her top untie and her breasts bounced free of confinement into waiting hands. Three pairs of hands were roaming all over her body and she felt the familiar warm flush of exicitment at their attentions. The rest of her silver dress was whisked off, followed immediately by her thong. Two young men, no more than 21 each she guessed, were suckling her breasts hungrily and the thirdman with a bad tupee was trying to finger her ass. Jade sat down on her haunches and stopped that action right away. It was way too soon. She arched her back and let her long, raven hair flow down past her hips, while the men mouthed her tits and played with their dicks.

"Mmmmmmmm! That feels nice." Jade purred, as she spread her knees wider for the men to see what treasure awaited them. Her kitty was shaved clean except for a small, neat triangle Ramala had fashioned for her that morning.

Tupee man wasted no time moving in front of her and bent his head down to lick her pink pearl. Jade scooted back, spreading her legs and allowed him a few licks to her clit. She then lifted her hips and ground her wet pussy in his eager face briefly and stood up. A series of cat calls and whistles went up and he reached for her and missed, having to then content himself with pulling on his own Johnson like the others.

"How's she taste man?" one asked.

"Sweet as hell", he answered.

Jade began to dance around the pole on stage to the song "Nasty Girls", rolling her hips against the silver metal and staring deeply into each man's eyes she made contact with. She was hot as hell and she knew it. She spied a young tender, as she and Ramala put it, dark haired, dark eyed, muscular man standing at the edge of the stage to her right. He was olive skinned and gorgeous. The music pulsed around her as she padded over to him in her five-inch heels and leaned over to whisper something in his ear. He pulled over a chair, took off his jeans and sat down in his boxers. Dancing around her prey, Jade stopped and straddled his stone-like thighs. His hands ran over her body and reached around grabbing firm cheeks with both hands. He guided her down to sit on his lap. Jade marvelled at the size of the pulsing snake beneath her. The only thing between them were his boxers. 

Tony knew one thing, he wanted to fuck her badly. For weeks he had been coming to these parties and Jade was always booked. Only one guy at each party got to penetrate that fine piece of ass, and tonight he wanted it to be him. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and began to suck her tits, rolling his tongue around each nippple, gently biting them. He reach down with the other arm and began to gently finger her clit. Damn, she was wet as hell! His cock strained at the material of his boxers, begging for entry into that hot, wet box.

Jade was loving this stranger's touch. She pictured him thrusting into her on her back with her legs over his shoulders... The calls from the other men brought her out of her reverie and she realized the man had been fingering her moist mound and was nearly inside her with his cock still in his boxers!

"Naa ahh ahh", she scolded, shaking her finger at him. She smiled at the large, wet spot her pussy left on his boxers. Her scent still in his nostrils, Jade moved over to two other men while "Creep" played. She held their hands and led them over to the stage. She leaned against the stage with her legs spread wide apart. One man knelt down and probed her pussy with his long, hot tongue, the other, a middle eastern man, attacked her tits with his bearded mouth and rubbed his member against her thigh. Jade was pleased and suprised at the man's skill as he licked her with what must have been a giraffe's tongue. She lingered a bit longer, savoring that wonderful tongue rolling around her swelling bud. She stole a look at boxer man, whose eyes were reduced to small points full of lust and desire. She threw her head back with nipples erect pulling the man's head closer to her lips.

"Ohhhh baby, what a tongue you have!" she knelt down and rewarded the expert candy licker with a deep kiss on the mouth. She stood licking her lips, her sweet musky taste turning her on even more. Candy licker had come, whacking himself off while he expertly pleasured her. To her dismay, the other man had come too, all over her leg, as he watched her being licked. This type of thing happed all the time, and the ready solution was waiting on stage left. 

Jade danced over to a curtain to the left of the stage and dissapeared behind it. The men gathered around and waited. The curtains parted and there was Jade showering in a steaming hot shower. She soaped herself up and sqeezed the thick cum-like suds from the sponge for effect all over her breasts and stomach. Rinsing off, Jade stepped out and slowly dried herself off. Dressing in a white Terry robe, she knew the time of choosing had come. It was the club owner's privilege to choose the man Jade would submit to.

Orlando stepped down from the stage and addressed boxer man. "Tony! Jade is yours for the night." Orlando went back to his table where two blonded were blowing him as he watched the entire spectacle. The rest of the men murmured their complaints, but they knew Orlando wouldnt leave them hanging, so to speak. Orlando picked his cell phone and within minutes, six, scantly-clad ladies entered eager to please their customers all night long.

Jade's heart raced. She knew Tony would use her well and she could not wait for his cock to stretch and fill her walls. Her pussy still pulsed from candy licker's attentions. Jade went backstage where Ramala was wating. 

"That was some show girl", Ramala said as she took a large gulp of Brandy. 

Ramala was quite drunk and her words were slurred. She came over to where Jade sat brushing her hair and doing her makeup. Ramala took the brush from Jade and began to brush her hair tenderly. She put the brush down and knelt down in front of Jade, looking at her with her large, dark, beautiful Indian eyes. She handed Jade a double brandy, which Jade drank in one gulp. 

"I've wanted to do this for a long time, ever since I first saw you dance." Ramala began to kiss Jade passionatley, probing her mouth deeply. 

"Ramala!" Jade exclaimed, completely taken off guard. Jade had never been with a woman and besides, Tony was waiting for her.

"Let him wait a few minutes, honey. You didnt see the size of that dick of his, you were so busy getting pleasured at the stage. You will need a, shall we say, warm up?" Ramala did not wait for Jade's response, but instead opened her robe and Jade's, pressing her breasts against Jade's. Ramala expertly kissed Jade's mouth, neck, tits and stomach. She placed Jade on her back on the edge of the large, long dressing table. The scent of Brandy filled the air. 

Ramala bent Jade's legs back exposing her pretty, pink pussy, freshly shaved by her today.

"Ramala!" Jade began, and grew quiet as Ramala began to probe her lips and clit with her warm, soft tongue.

"Yes baby, you were saying?" Ramala cooed, knowing full well she had Jade where she wanted her. She lightly flicked her tongue around Jade's swollen lips and across her pearl. "Ooooh, you taste nice...I knew you would." Ramala's tongue probed deeper into Jade's pussy, with increasing firmness. Jade moaned in appreciation and rolled her hips into Ramla's face. "Easy baby, not so fast. I want you to enjoy this."

Jade was in ectasy. Pussy licker had felt really good, but this was much, much better. Ramala's tongue was amazing and Jade felt she would come any minute now."Mmmmmmm, don't stop Rama. It feels so fucking good."

"I have no intention of stopping." Ramala continued her assault on Jade's clit and reached down to a bag she had waiting.

Jade felt Ramala's fingers lightly stroking her hole with a warm, wet substance. Then she felt a large dildo part her inner lips and enter her with slow, gentle strokes. The dildo was 12 inches long with a vibrating appendage. Ramala switched it on and soon her tongue was replaced with a clit flicker. 

Jade felt a surge of electricity lift her from the table as she bucked her hips against the oscillating vibrator and clit flicker. Jade knew she would not last long like this and prepared herself for the first orgasm she'd had in ages.

"Ugghhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn!!! Oh my God" she panted as she came in wave after spasming wave.

Ramala positioned her pussy above Jade in a sixty-nine and began to lick Jade's swollen pussy. Jade jerked each time Ramala's tongue touched her; it was such sweet torture. Jade inhaled the musk of Ramala's pussy and licked her clit like she had seen in so many porno movies. Ramala inhaled sharply.

"Hmmm. You take to that readily, honey." Ramala whispered.

Jade picked up the vibrator and placed the tip at Ramla's waiting hole. Jade continued to lick her pussy, faster and with increasing pressure, just as Ramala had done to her. Jade slid the thick vibrator in and out of Ramala, enjoying the wet noise it made. Ramala purred her appreciation. Ramala's scent and the continued clitoral simulation from her, soon had Jade's hips bucking wildly once again as she thrased about on the dressing table. Ramala held onto her prey firmly, burrowing her tongue even deeper into Jade's quivering pussy, riding Jade's face. 

Jade was a fast learner. Ramala loved the feel of Jade's tongue between her lips; she had long dreamed of it. She spread her knees further apart and positioned her clit in Jade's mouth. She licked Jade faster and Jade responded in kind. Jade reached up and squeezed Ramala's tits, twisting the nipples, as she licked her pussy. Ramala felt the familiar rush of heat and pushed down, cumming all over Jade's lovely face.

Ramala stood up and strapped on a thick, two-inch wide, 10-inch long dildo and pulled Jade up to stand in front of her. She rubbed between Jade's swollen lips with the dildo for a moment, kissing her pussy drenched mouth, then, in a flash, Ramala whirled Jade around and bent her over the table with her perfect ass in the air.

"You are mine now, say it!" Ramala rammed the dildo inside Jade's juicy box and firmly short-stroked her.

"Yessssssssss." Jade breathed.

"Yes, what? Who's pussy is this? Huh?" Ramala entwined Jade's hair like a long, black rein around her fist and continued to deeply fuck Jade for several more minutes without mercy.

"Yes it's your's Ramala. Ohhhhhhh." Jade panted. Ramala's "dick" felt so good deep inside her. Her tits swayed to and fro and bounced together with each stroke.

"Good to know." Ramala pulled out suddenly, placing Jade's limp form on her back again and began to lick her pussy again. Jade threw her hands over her head in total surrender. Whatever this woman did to her, she no longer cared, as long as she didn't stop.

......

The door to the dressing room opened. Jade heard Orlando's voice and another male voice speaking. She heard Orlando's shoes squeak as he left the room.

"Did she please you sister?" the man in boxer shorts asked.

"Oh very much so. I think she is ready for you now." Ramala smiled.

Jade opened her eyes as Ramala began to kiss her passionately. She felt strong hands spread her legs wide and bend them back as Tony's huge cock entered her well prepared hole.



Strip Tease



A few weeks ago when Jonni and Ross were camping and had visited the "Magic Waterfall," Jonni had reminisced about the days when she was quite an accomplished water-skier. She had competed through University and in her married life, the family had had a boat and did a lot of water sport holidays. She had only periodically water skied since the marriage ended and she had not even thought about it since her leg had been amputated.

But on the day she and Ross did the boating, she was reminded of her former interest. It occurred to her that water skiing is a sport where TWO legged people compete when they are on only ONE ski! So, it seemed reasonable to expect someone with one leg, who used to be a pretty skilled skier, to be able to once again ski with one leg on one ski!

At the time, her reminiscences were just "filed away" for later use, but last week, Barry and Liz McShayne, old friends of Ross', offered their magnificent, lakeside house, boat, and Groundskeeper to Ross for a couple of weeks starting next week. Ross had no classes at the University and Jonni's garden and landscape design business could be put on hold for two weeks. The two of them were planning to hide away at the McShayne "Mansion."

Co-incidentally, Jonni's daughter Illean and son Jason, had scheduled a summer visit with their Mom during those two weeks. They had heard about Ross. Ross and Jonni knew that the inevitable meeting between beau and babies, which they were in fact anticipating with pleasure, would best be accomplished on neutral territory. And so, Jonni had invited the kids to visit her and Ross at the McShayne's house. 

The year after Jonni's leg was taken, the kids were a huge help in supporting her and making it as easy as possible to face life at 43 with only one leg to stand on. She had insisted that they "help get her on her feet (oops foot) again" and not pull any punches with her. They were her reality sandwich and in spite of the large insurance settlement, they made sure that Mom go on the amputee's version of "standing on your own feet." Almost a year after the accident, Illean, the eldest, moved away for a good job and her brother joined her while he went to school. All three agreed that Jonni had gained much of her independence back and the next steps would best be left to her alone because it was likely to involve a man! 

Over the last 3 months, Jonni had told both of her kids about Ross. She had told them how wonderful he made her feel, how "able" in so many things she felt when with him, how safe she felt in his arms and how seriously she was thinking about a commitment to this man. Of course the version she told Illean and Jason was a lot less interesting a tale than the same things she chewed and whispered into Ross' ears every time they were together.

Jonni and Ross had five days to get used to the house before the kids arrived. Jonni was anxious because she was unable to water ski without at least a 3rd in the boat and she honestly trusted Jason's helmsmanship in a boat more than the rookie boat-driver, Ross. She was also anxious, as was Ross, about the upcoming introductions. But Ross hid his nerves by concentrating on everything about Jonni that he loved and enjoyed so much. He told her that no matter what the kids thought of him, he loved her dearly.

And for 5 days, Ross and Jonni enjoyed total relaxation, stimulation and arousal as they explored the sauna, the Jacuzzi, the Greenhouse and gardens and the surrounding area from the boat that was moored off the Gazebo. Those five days were great days of discovery and adventure:

In the sauna they both discovered that co-mingled sweat was as good a pleasure lubricant as was an original Kama Sutra oil of love.

In the Jacuzzi, Jonni discovered that pulsating jets of water on her stump and her sweet pussy could bring her to an orgasm! When she made this discovery, she was sitting with her back to Ross' chest and he was gently manipulating her soapy, soft breasts. When she unexpectedly came, Ross clasped her tightly to his chest and rocked her body with aftershocks of pleasure.

In the Greenhouse, Ross helped Jonni see how the Orchid is THE MOST SEXUAL plant on earth. He pointed out to her, the two sets of dew dropped plant-lips that pave the way to the "plant's clitoris", and the convoluted texture of those lips, and the sensuous colours. Jonni wobbled on her crutches and leaned back into Ross' arms as he continued the "orchid lesson" at the same time he fingered his student's own sweet orchid.

In the gardens they discovered at least three "secret spots" that were conducive to the most intimate of moments and sensations. At the first discovery, the hot afternoon sun just naturally led to them undressing and savouring the sun on their bodies. The second time they explored the gardens, Jonni slipped a bottle of rubbing and loving oil into her shorts. When lathered and stroked on to each others body, the combination of the sun and the oil produced a warmth, in and on their bodies, that kept their sensations at a razor's edge of delight. On the third day of "garden exploration," a term they now joked about as being a CODE WORD for "unbounded rapture, pleasure and sensation," unbeknownst to each other, both Jonni and Ross omitted underwear in their daily dress. So when they found "the spot", their hands quickly found special spots on each other's body that needed massaging and manipulation with silky soft, warm oils liberally applied by each other to each other.

The boat allowed them to discover an "insanely wonderful," small restaurant in an out of the way bay less than 30 minutes from "Mansion." Together for dinner at this spot, after two hours of delicious Vichyssoise, Caesar salad, perfectly cooked Calamari with lime sauce and a glass of fine wine each, the two of them returned to the boat intoxicated with love and desire. On the short trip back to the pier, Ross removed Jonni's left crutch from her wrist and snugged her tightly to him around her left side. Bound together as they were, they did a slightly rough version of a three legged walk through the grounds. They used the awkwardness of the "walk" as an excuse to stop often under the moonlight and neck. 

Back at the pier, Jonni grabbed her crutch from Ross and confidently swung to the boat. She sat low on the gunwale, swung her spectacular long leg into the back deck of the boat and heel toed her way forward to the helm. As she started the engine, Ross loosed the lines and shoved off. Squeezing in beside Jonni and draping his arm long over her shoulder so that his hand was able to hang down and tickle her nipples Ross vibrated his body warmth to Jonni in the cooling evening temperature. She tossed her hair back into the wind as the boat moved away from the dock and she cooed. She pulled Ross into a small kiss and warned him that she needed to pay close attention to the darkening lake and the navigation lights so they could make it back and be ready for tomorrow's arrival of both Jason and Illean on this, their last night alone for about a week.

She promised that when they arrived home, she would slowly undress Ross and herself and dance naked for him. He showed his approval of the plan by nuzzling her neck and licking her ears as the boat plowed through the darkness on its way home.

With night-caps beside them and a very sensual Pet Shop Boys tune playing, Jonni pushed herself off the couch after first stealing a deep kiss and hopped to her foot. She hopped round to face Ross and slowly began massaging her thigh and love regions. She cooed about the softness of the material that her pant was made of and as she clasped her short stumpie, she noted how it perfectly filled the stump pocket she had sewn in to the slacks. She stretched the short remnant up and as forward as she could thrust it all the while massaging and kneading the remaining muscles and bone. 

With a deft move, Jonni slipped her hand into her waste band and began fingering herself. Hopping and heel-toeing to keep her balance, she whispered to Ross that "this is much more satisfying when it is your hand here but right now, you are just going to have to wait your turn." She began peeling her pant down from her waist after unwrapping her stump from its pocket and kicking it a few times. She bent further and further down as she sensuously unwrapped the pant all the way down to her ankle. At that moment, she was bent double immediately in front of Ross and he was able to lean forward and kiss the crown of her head. She straightened and pulled Ross from his seat. 

"Hold me tight, my love and lift me."

Ross snuggled and lifted her and Jonni flicked the pant off her right foot and wrapped it tightly behind Ross' upper thigh and squeezed him to her. Their lips met in a strong passionate kiss. Jonni slowly uncurled her leg and perched herself down again. She gently pushed away from Ross and lowered him back to the couch. She began playing with the straps on her halter-top blouse and thrusting her breasts forward, teasing Ross to reach up and grab!

In quick succession, Jonni's top, bra and panties were on the floor and she was dancing a serpentine rhythm as she licked her lips and swayed back in forth in front of Ross. 

It wasn't long before the two of them took their drinks and settled into the Jacuzzi where Jonni had another orgasm. Ross promised her at least one more before the night ended because he was "going to lick every drop of sweetness from her passion pit, and bring her to an explosion of pleasure," he cooed into her ear.

"I love you so much Ross. I want you to know that whatever my children think after tomorrow is less important than you and I. I love you and I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life." They leisurely embraced. They cuddled and hugged in the tub. At one point, Jonni was able to float her empty left side onto Ross' huge cock. Sitting in the tub, conjoined by their sexes, Ross whispered how wonderful it felt to have his cock inside Jonni's sweet woman-ness. Together they thanked God that they had found each other and been given the perfect pleasure of each other's sensuousness and desire. They dreamily played with each other until it was time to dry off and snuggle together in bed until morning.



Strip-tease



Setting everything out just the way I wanted took quite some time.

I started in the bedroom by first placing a kitchen chair next to the bed.I set out the handfuls of candles I had gathered in various positions around the room, creating soft gentle reflections.  I stripped the bed of it’s used linen and replaced it with the new ‘so-soft’ sheets. To add more allure I sprayed the linen with my perfume knowing that it would wreak havoc with your senses. 

To complete the seduction I replaced the white light bulb in the bedside lamp with a soft glowing red one. The bedroom complete, I turned my attention to my own preparation.

I filled the tub with hot water while adding bubble bath and soft oils.I intended to indulge myself a little. I had the time, so I took a long hot soak. I felt the texture of my skin softening as the oils worked their magic.

Having soaked for a while, I continued with my preparation.A new razor soon had my legs silky smooth and free of stubble

I washed and conditioned my long, dark blonde hair, leaving it soft in texture and with a silky sheen. 

Tipping my fingers with my favourite perfumed lotion, I covered my whole body with its fragrance, touching every gentle curve and slope of my body. 

I imagined my hands were your hands. I sighed softly, enjoying every moment, knowing that, as always, to build my own desires would later allow the flood of my passions to wash away any resistance you might have.

I chose my clothing carefully. A tight, very short black skirt, wide black belt, white blouse, black silk thong with matching bra, and black stay up, thigh high sheer nylons. I glanced into the mirror before slipping on a pair of high heel shoes. On cue, I heard the knock on the door.

I met you at the door and covered your lips with a hot, searing kiss. I felt your body melt into mine. Without saying a word, I led you into my bedroom. I slipped your shirt from off your shoulders, and tossed it into the corner; your pants and underwear quickly followed. 

I gently pushed you into the chair and proceeded to tie your hands behind your back with the belt from my bathrobe. I glanced down at your crotch, noting your semi-hardness and then at the puzzled look on your face that clearly wondered what was on my mind.

After making sure the makeshift bond was secure, I walked over to the stereo and turned on the CD player. My carefully selected music, with its sultry, sexy beat began to play. My hips began to move in time with the music.

I danced slowly over to where you sat. You looked helpless but I watched your eyes widen as you began to realize that this could be a night that you would long remember. 

My body continued to sway to the music, my hips swivelling slowly to the beat. I ran my hands through my hair, down my neck, before sliding my finger tips over my breasts, slowly, sensuously. I began to unbutton my shirt, lingering over each button, drawing out the moment when the fabric would finally slide from my shoulders and fall from my body.

I felt your gaze and its imaginary heat on my bare shoulders as your eyes moved to the lace and silk bra that cupped my firm, ample breast. My erect nipples poking through the fabric would not have escaped your critical eye. The thought of you looking heated my skin to white hot, and I felt the first spurt of wetness between my legs 

I continued to dance while leaning forward, showing you my covered behind. My skirt rode up as I bent over letting the damp lace of my thong show. I smiled as I thought of how the sight of my thong covered pussy and my exposed, firm round ass cheeks would torture your mind. That thought brought more wetness to my flooded pussy.

I straightened, still swaying to the sound of the music. I slowly unbuckled my belt, then teased you with a feel of the leather by running it across your bare shoulders; knowing that my firm, lace covered tits were just out of the reach of your hungry lips. I taunted you by swaying to the music yet staying just out of reach. I heard you sigh.

I made much of taking off my skirt, moving it down inch by tantalizing inch, revealing the thong and stay up nylons. I stood there for a minute, wearing nothing more than the bra, thong, nylons and the high-heeled shoes. With my skirt pooled at my feet, your eyes drank in my beauty, longingly, lustily. 

I danced over to you, and straddled your lap while continuing to move my hips to the music, grinding against your hardness. You caught your breath. I smiled, feeling the total control that I had over you tonight; control that I intended to use well. 

I undid my bra, letting the straps fall from my shoulders before slowly revealing each silky, smooth orb with its pert, light brown nipple. I cupped my breasts in my hands as an offering, your tongue flicked out to tease. 

I let you have your fun, just for a moment, knowing that too much of this sweet torture would undo all my careful planing, perhaps even bringing an end too soon to this night.

I continue to grind against you, seeing the warm wetness that soaked my thong coat your skin.The wild look in your eye told me that my plan to drive you crazy was working; but I wasn’t finished with you yet. 

Rising again, I continued my dance, bending deeply from the waist, I slid the damp thong slowly down my legs, knowing that you had a perfect view of my wet, glistening pussy. 

I had trimmed and shaved my pubic hair, leaving only a thin line at the junction of my upper labia. I ran a finger down my slit, feeling the hot wetness, then brought it up to my lips. My eyes captured your gaze, as I tasted my own juices. 

You moaned, and I knew you were wishing you could have a taste too. I smiled a very naughty smile, and continued to dance, displaying every curve and hollow of my body. Your breathing grew faster yet shallower, as did mine from knowing how my tease was exciting you.

Keeping eye contact I laid back on the bed and caressed my body as you watched; taking in every stroke, every squeeze. My hands brushed through my hair, then down my neck towards my breasts, as you watched and probably ached to have your hands on mine. 

I caressed each orb, and pinched its nipple, then flicked them with my fingertips. I felt the heat spreading from my belly down to my crotch, as I grew more and more excited by what I was doing. 

My hands continued to travel smoothly downwards over my slightly rounded belly, then onwards to the thin line of pubic hair, getting ever closer and closer to the hot centre of my need. I gave my pussy a small smack, fingers centred over my aching, throbbing clit. I felt a jolt throughout my body as you flinched and your hard cock twitched at the sound of the pussy slap.

Slowly, sensuously, I toyed with my clit, before continuing down my cunt lips, scooping up wetness before teasing my dripping hole. I again brought my fingers to my mouth to taste my salty, sweet wetness. Your eyes widened as I slowly inserted a finger deep within myself then added a second. 

I finger-fucked myself for a minute or two, then moved back up once more, to my pulsating clit, pressing harder and rubbing faster and faster, up and down, side to side, and circling it, gently at first but faster and more frenzied as I came closer to my orgasm.

I’m sorry, lover, but I was barely conscious of your presence as my thoughts centred only on my increasing need to trigger the intense orgasm that was building and building. I thrust my hips upwards as the orgasm wracked my body, and I moaned and groaned over and over again as my pussy throbbed and pulsated. 

As I recovered and became aware once more of your presence, I glanced over at you, as you sat helpless in your chair, your cock hard as granite and oozing pre-cum from watching me masturbate.

“Now you know what happens when you’re not here….” I panted.

I rose from the bed and moved towards you. The music had changed, from the slow sensuous beat I had chosen for my dance, to music with a fast, frenzied pace. I knelt before you, taking your beautiful dick into my hand, before slowly lowered my mouth to surround you. Licking and sucking, taking you in deeper and deeper, pausing occasionally to flick and suck on your balls.

Your hips bucked wildly, and you moaned loudly, as my mouth worked its magic over your cock. Reaching for the cup I had placed by the side of the bed, I took out an ice cube from the cup and popped it into my mouth. Lowering my mouth over you once more, I then started to suck, harder and faster while flicking your cock with my tongue. You gasped with shock then began to moan wildly as the combination of my hot tongue and the ice cube drove you into a frenzy, causing you thrust up to fuck my mouth.

The tease had gone far enough. The wild look of desire burned in your eyes. I rose to straddle you once more, but this time, I rubbed your aching dick up and down my slit, letting you tease my sopping wet pussy. Without warning, I slammed down, my pussy swallowed you whole, and my tits bounced in front of your face.

Up and down, I drove my pussy harder and harder onto your throbbing cock, while using my fingertips to tease my nipples. I could feel you hard and deep inside of me, as we rose as one towards an earth-shattering orgasm. 

Wild moans of pure lust bounced off the walls and drowned out the music that synchronized our frenzied movements. I threw my head back, hair streaming, and came all over your cock, just as your erupted deep inside my pulsing pussy.

My head dropped to your shoulder, and my hands ran up and down your back soothingly. 

Gathering what little energy I had left, I untied your hands, rubbing your wrists gently to restore the circulation. I leaned over and kissed your lips soft and gently. I knew this was a night neither of us would ever forget. 



Strip Tease & More



Everyone knows how awkward it can be talking about sex, especially as a teen. I was no different, even though I had a live-in sounding board and teacher, in the form of my hot, 20-year old sister, Denise. Let me begin by saying that I had it bad for her since I hit puberty, and tried to spend as much time around her as possible as I got into my teen years. There were times that just a touch from her, on the arm, shoulder, etc, would make me instantly hard and head for the bathroom for a little self-pleasure. The fact that she knew I did this with her in mind made it that much more difficult and erotic at the same time. 

One early evening, not unlike any other, we were home with the other family members, doing the nothing things that people do during sleepy summer nights. Gradually, the house seemed to empty out, almost as if to know I wanted to be alone with her. Parents went to a pre-season high school football game; other siblings headed for their planned evenings out. I awaited Denise to leave, too, figuring my desire to be alone with her was not to be, but, she remained on the couch. I entered the living room, making the only mundane small talk that an excited mind could come up with. "You home tonight, D?" I asked her. 

"Looks like it, bud...and TV sucks" she responded, stretching out on the couch and exposing her sexy navel and tummy to me. I wasn't sure if this was intentional or not, so I held in my excitement and sat down on the floor next to her.

"So, what's up with you?" she says wistfully, turning towards me, as my eyes follow every curve of her body, arm crooked on her head. I was glued to her mid-section, that teasing, angular skin view I was privy to. "Nuffin, I guess," I say to her, apparently still staring at and ogling her body curves. 

"Ah, I see...So, finding anything else interesting right now?" she quipped, letting me know I was nabbed ogling her wonderful body. Before I could give any type of a lying answer, she leaned over slightly, putting her sexy, long fingernail on my chin, looked into my eyes, and told me "It's ok. What? You think I don't know you look at me a lot?" Knowing she was cool with talking about sex stuff with me, I fessed up, albeit nervously.

"Umm. Yeah, I do...look at you. your body...but, I can't help it. You're really sexy and hot. Even my friends say so."

"They do, huh?" she answers, edging closer to me. "Yeah, all of them. They always ask me if I have, well, "seen you," you know?" 

Now curious, and maybe feeling a little playful, having me in this fessing-up to my fascination with her mode, she asked me a question "And, what do you say? Do you say that you've seen me naked? Touched? Other things?" Fumbling for an answer, I ended up telling her that I'd tried seeing her getting naked for her shower, using a mirror underneath the bathroom door. 

Again, this was no revelation to Denise, as she responded "I was wondering why some rays of light would be bouncing off of the wall at nighttime." Then she asked me if I had ever had any luck doing it. "Not much, D" I said, "can only see your legs if you stand in the right spot...and they are fantastic...very shapely." Gaining confidence that she wasn't appalled at my until-now private pursuits of her, even I was getting curious as to where this conversation could lead.

There was a brief lull of silence, broken by my own gutsy, probing fingers playfully poking her exposed tummy, then lightly raising her half-top a bit. "Hey...that tickles...and did I say you could touch?" she says with an increasingly teasing tone. "Sorry, D, but, it drives me nuts when you wear half-shirts and expose your tummy...It makes your boobs look so good!"

"Think it's a nice body?" she slyly says, to my affirmative answer. "Want to see more?" she asks, fully knowing the answer was a resounding yes. "If I do show it all to you, nobody knows. Not even your friends, ok?" At this point, being this close to seeing (and feeling) her body, I would have agreed to nuclear war. Denise gets up off the couch (as I stole an extended thigh feel) , and tells me to close the blinds, then sit down on the chair while she "get's ready." With great and intense anxiety, I whapped the blinds shut, closed and locked the doors, and returned to the chair.

Denise calls out "Ready?" and I exclaim "Yes!" Out she comes, wearing an oversized flannel shirt and no bottoms, exposing her smoothly-shaven legs. "Now," she says "Tell me what you want me to do...take it slow, bud...This is for you tonight." Wanting to see more of that tummy skin again (and to see what panties she had on), I told her to "Tie up the bottom of the shirt...that's such a hot look on you." Dancing and swirling round and round, she ties the shirt up high, into a loop, around the middle of her tits, then continues to dance and reach upwards to the ceiling. "Wow! I said to her, complementing everything, "Flat, sexy tummy...balloon-shaped knockers...and those motions you do...HOLY SHIT ARE YOU SEXY!"

"Glad you like...What next?"...I sat back a second, telling her to "keep dancing...I'll come up with something." She contined gyrating and stretching, simply flaunting her body to me. Finally, I ask her for a butt view, making her laugh a little and say "well, since you watch it all the time, here it is in the flesh." Turning around, she bunches her black panties into her crack, like a thong, and dances in front of me, closer than before. I reached out and smacked it, to her giggling response of "Ohh, baby...smack me!" I do it a few more times, now emboldened by the ability to touch and feel her. "Ok, I got one for you," as she spins around and waits for my directive. "Unbutton those top two buttons. I want to see your cleavage in that tied top.". "Ooo...Now he says what he really wants! All you want are my boobs!" she jokes, undoing the only two buttons, causing her magnificent tits to flail about inside that soon-to-be removed shirt. "What now, this?" she says, now standing alongside of me, shaking her juggs in my face. Something in my mind just said "fuck it...go ahead," and I reached my hands out, tugged her in, and buried my face into her tit cleavage. A little surprised at my action, yet, allowing me to stay there, Denise directed me to untie the weakly-made knot right where my mouth was, and take off her shirt. She added that she wouldn't move a muscle, and, "like I said, tonight is for you." My cock throbbed with each passing second, as I was living out all of my dreams and MB thoughts of her.

As my hands felt every curve of her ass, waist, and tits, I slowly untied the loose knot, moved the shirt to opposing sides, and removed it from her body. There she stood, motionless, in front of me, wearing only black panties bunched up like a thong and her bare skin. "D...I want to...no, I have to...do this," I said, diving into her body, kissing, licking, and munching on her perfect tits and edible navel like it was my dinner. "Mmm...feels good, but slow down...Taste me, taste them...Savor what is there" she sexily purrs to me from above. Taking her hands (and long nails, which she also knew I had a thing for), I held them at her sides as I moved my tongue upwards on her body, beginning to make a meal out of her marvelous 36DDs, and heating up enough to lick around her areolas with a flicking motion. "Ohhhh, Jay" she whispers, now with eyes closed, taking this all in for full enjoyment. "Bullseye...don't stop...do what you want." 

Letting her hands go, I attach my hands to her waist, gently pushing inwards toward her navel. She likes this, says it feels like a "tummy fuck." Briefly removing my lips and tongue from her nipples, I peer upwards to her now steamy looking face, and tell her "sit down here on me." Moving her long and sensual hair to the back, exposing her neck, she takes my hands in hers, digging in her nails ever-so-slightly, and straddles her legs over mine, so her body is still in an upright position for me to continue on her tits and doing the above-mentioned "tummy fuck." I could tell my sister was getting hot during this whole time, and, it goes without saying, so was I! Denise was breathing heavy as I simply attacked her tits and upper body, sucking and biting on her nipples to her cries of delight. "Hmmphh...Hmmpph...ooooo" she cooed, jacking me up even more. Slowly moving my hands from her waist and ass, I begun to tug down on her panties, not knowing what the reaction would be. Denise leaned up slightly and shoved them down to her feet, leaving me with the dream I always had: Naked and hot sister, with me hard as hell. Damn, how I wanted her right then. 

"But J," she said "I can't be the only one nude here, can I?"...followed by a swift and incredibly sexy "I want your dick, J...want to wrap my lips around it... let me show you." (hey, who was I to say no at this point??). We slide down the chair to the floor, and I could see the sweat glistening off of her body. Knowing that I caused it made me even hotter for her. "Ever had this done to you before?" she asks me, in a hotter than hell sexy voice. "No...only thought about it."

"Well," she says, now sliding my shorts down, exposing my brick-hard and saluting cock. Shimmying down my body, with her face buried in my chest, Denise looks up, with those sexy brown eyes and sly smile, and comments that "that's impressive, J!" and "Why haven't you shown me this before??" Lying flat on my back, awaiting this experience that would make me the envy of any man, I told her that "I wanted you to come after it for a long time." With that, Denise wrapped her full lips around the end of my item, slowly moving down my shaft with a sucking motion. I inclined slightly, wanting her mouth to just devour me. I had always thought Denise had a sexy tongue, but, never said anything to her or anyone else about it. Now, I was finding out how much use she got out of it. It was clear that my hot older sister, this goddess of everything sex to me, was fairly well-practiced in the art of giving head. She ran her teeth up and down my cock, over it's popping veins, culminating in a teasing nibble of the tip, urging me to explode in her mouth.

"More," I muttered to her, and I started to shove my dick into her mouth, aiming for the very end of her throat. I wanted to push the limits of physicality with her, wanted to USE her, have her swallow my own juices that were already starting to burst. I could hold this in no longer, and think she knew it. Grabbing the top of her head, I gently held it in place, while performing my very first mouth fuck of her. Having likely been through this before, my sister knew the angles and right places to be for maximum pleasure, twisting and turning my lower body at times. The very thought of fucking my sister like this was enough to make me spew, much less benefiting from her expertise. Almost like firing a warning shot, I cummed into her mouth as she was teasing the top of my dick, to a response of "That's it, bro...let it flow...I'll take it... Don't be afraid." I waited for her to plunge back down to the near-bottom of my shaft, and let loose again, this time with much less restraint (also due to exhaustion). I had given her all a younger, adoring, and infatuated brother could give a hot, sensual and sexy older sister, and, after spewing my last load, was done. Denise, apparently in a similar physical state, sat up, then, promptly, flopped over alongside of me, placing her right hand on my chest before nodding off.

We woke up, literally, in enough time for clean up, and, my sister to get into the shower. As the shower water rained down on her tired body, the elders arrived home, unaware of the nastiness that we'd had been up to. This would not be the last time.