0 comments/ 18795 views/ 3 favorites The Aquarium By: captivate We have been traveling all morning and part of the afternoon. We decide to stop at the next hotel and just relax. So we pull into a very nice-looking hotel, with a huge pool. We check in and go to our room, unpack and change into our suits. We walk to the pool together, holding hands and laughing. This has been the nicest trip so far. We travel well together, both with no sense of time restrictions or itineraries. We enter the pool area and notice that the lounges are mostly empty. We start to sit on the chairs, but quickly realize it is too hot to sunbathe. So we enter the pool, holding hands as we slowly descend the steps. My suit is black with a brightly-flowered skirt attached. The top has a criss-cross design that allows you to view my tanned breasts. The skirt swirls around my hips as I walk and floats up as we enter the water. We walk in side by side until it is too deep, for me that is just under the 5' mark, then you continue to walk as I hold onto your shoulders and move behind you. When we reach the deepest end of the pool, we stop and you turn around. My back is to the wall and you are in front of me, holding me loosely. We look around. There are very few people here, too early for check-ins, too late for staying-over guests. We have the pool almost to ourselves. You slip your hands under my arms to support me and move closer. We talk about our travel plans, where we have been, where we still have to go. We watch the few people still in the pool area. They are so engrossed in their magazines or books...we are virtually alone. The water is moving slowly, little waves lapping against us. You are directly in front of me now and I see that look in your eyes. A look, I am sure, that is mirrored in mine. We have been unable to get enough of each other, even after those first frenzied days. I want you NOW and I see that you want me. I smile into your beautiful eyes. I keep thinking of the surprise I have for you, the one that I am waiting for you to find. I am giggly and sizzly. The sun is dazzling, as is your presence in my life. We turn sideways, holding the pool edge with one hand, touching each other with our free ones. I touch your face, run my fingers in your hair, down your neck, over your shoulder and down your arm. Our fingers interlock and we smile at each other again. You reach around my waist to pull me closer and place your hand on my hip. "Now," I think, "now he will find it." I am touching your dear face, running my fingers over your lips, your cheeks, your eyes. I move my hands to your strong shoulders and hold there as I kiss your eyes, nose and mouth. I linger at that little curve beneath your lower lip, my mouth fits perfectly there. You start caressing my face and move down my body slowly, your hand leaving a hot trail in the cool water. Your lovely fingers slip down my leg and up my soft inner thigh and move against my aching central point. Your insistent fingers probe further and you find my surprise...an opening in my suit, right THERE, just where you might like to find one. You grin and slowly rub your finger inside the suit, touching my curlies and moving deeper. You find my swollen lips and massage me there. My eyes drift closed and I hold my breath. The look of delight on your face made all the time spent altering the suit worth it. Your immediate grasp of the possibilities pleases me. You slowly slip another finger inside me. Your cool finger plumbs my hot depths. Yes, this is why I altered the suit, the thought of being in a pool with you, in just these circumstances. Activity continues around us, people walking to the restaurant for lunch, talking, reading, laughing together. I am sinking into a world of tactile pleasure. Your fingers are joined by another. I am full of you. Your talented thumb finds my clit and makes it hard and wanton. I am pressing myself against your hand, enjoying the feelings you are creating in me. My hand now moves down your chest, lingering for a moment on your right nipple, feeling it stiffen under my fingers. Moving down your tummy, to your suit, I keep thinking that I just need to know, to touch. My hand cups your cock, finding it hard and straight. We smile at each other and move a little closer, talking and laughing as before. But now your fingers are insistently moving inside me, mapping out all my little nooks, all my special spots. You press closer to me, leaning down to kiss me, pressing my back against the swimming pool wall. I place my hands on your shoulders as your fingers continue to move inside me. We look around as we talk, smiling and nodding at the others sitting around the pool. You remove your hand and I almost cry out trying to stop you. I feel a rush of cool water against my exposed pussy. I move my hands to your head, burying my fingers in your hair and pulling your face to mine. I need to touch you, taste your mouth, feel your lips on mine. Your hand returns to the water. I wait, expecting to feel your very insistent fingers entering me, but, no, it the head of your cock, pressing into my curlies. Now your hands are on my shoulders, rubbing my arms. We talk, our faces several inches apart. Our upper bodies are a respectable distance, while our lower halves are nearly joined. Oh, but I feel you there and I want you deep inside me. Maybe if I gently pull you into another kiss... Yes, you slip inside me. I feel your cool, hard cock quickly warming as you glide into my hot, slippery depths. I wrap my legs around you, floating easily to your waist. We just stop all movement and I use my muscles to massage you, welcome you inside me, to let you know how happy I am to have you here. This is so good, having you deep inside me. The sun is warming us. You are making me so excited by your nearness. Even the few people around, not really noticing us...it all adds to the excitement. Soon, the last people go into their rooms or to the restaurant. It is too hot to sun right now. We look at each other, connected in one very special place, and you start to thrust, moving inside me. The angle of me being slightly above you makes your cock rub against my clit with each stroke. I can feel my orgasm building. You know it too. My eyes are losing focus, I am breathing irregularly, my hands clutching your shoulders. You increase the tempo...moving deeply and smoothly inside me. I am right THERE, and suddenly, I am filled with this heat, this pulsation that I have no control over...you hold me close and whisper in my ear, soothing sounds, sweet voice, as my spasms slow, pulling you deeper all the time. As my orgasm starts to subside, I feel you swell inside me. You thrust so deeply and just hold it there and I feel you explode within my depths, filling me, warming me. I kiss you gently on the lower lip, sucking it into my mouth. I hold your lovely throbbing cock deep inside me with my muscles, massaging you, milking you, pulling you even deeper into me. We stay joined until we have no choice. I lower my legs and just hold you softly on the shoulders, smiling at you. Finally, our breathing becomes more regular. We start toward the steps. You suggest going in to lunch. We dry each other and I pull on my shift and sandals. You put on your shirt and flippies. We head toward the restaurant, following the signs. As we enter the building, we are surprised to find the restaurant down two floor. We enter the elevator and push G. As the elevator starts to move down, you press the STOP button. I look at you wonderingly. Suddenly, you drop to your knees, lift my dress and place your mouth right at the slit in my suit, licking me deeply with your hot tongue, tasting our mingled juices, making my knees buckle. I am in such an aroused state, so drugged by your presence, that I can feel myself start to come again. The heat shoots up my legs and I feel my clit tighten against your insistent tongue, and I explode on your demanding mouth. You keep your face pressed between my legs until I stop shaking and then you stand up and start the car again. We exit on the ground floor and look around. A couple passes us, the man is so friendly, the woman is looking very snooty. It is very dark, candles on the tables, a huge aquarium filling one entire wall. As we walk toward a vacant table, I notice the men smiling at me and grinning at you, giving you a thumbs up. Some men even stand pat your back. What a friendly crowd, I think, but then I notice the women are decidedly UNfriendly, frowning at us and seeming very disapproving. We sit down at our table, study the menus, and place our order and then look around. We are sitting close together, our legs touching, our fingers moving over each other. I can't get enough of you and you seem to feel the same way. We smile at each other, our eyes locked. You slip your hand under the table, your fingers tracing the soft skin of my inner thigh, moving to that little slit all lined with curlies. My eyes drift closed and my legs fall open. I live for your touch, your warm hands on me, your knowledgeable fingers taking me to such heights. I open my eyes and I turn to you to tell you how much I enjoy you. Then I notice children swimming in the aquarium. Hhhmmmm, children should not be in an aquarium. Then a woman swims by. You follow my gaze and both of us see it at once...the huge aquarium is really a glass wall in the swimming pool, the same wall I was pressed against earlier! The Aquarium For years I've secretly desired black women. To me they're the most sexy and hot women on the planet. Of course there are beautiful women in all colors, but to me black women are easily the most superior. I love their looks and their confidence, it's just incredibly sexy. A black woman is different than any other woman, as she knows what she wants and has no problem communicating that. A black woman is not submissive, she's proud and willing to stand up for herself. She doesn't play games, she wants what she wants and that's it. I respect black women terrifically and am very, very attracted to them. I especially admire women who look very black. This is to say that while some black women might be mixed race or lighter skin color, or do their hair or create a look that is more generally accepted as Caucasian, I am a far bigger fan of black women with pure African-American features. That is to say big boobs, curves, dark skin tone, and Afro style haircuts. I can look at the hot black actresses of say the 60s and 70s and am quite pleased. Of course nowadays styles have changed and most black women have straighter hair, etc., so I'm not adamant about my interest in only black women who look like this, but I just like it. Some years back I decided to live out my fantasy and date black women, and hopefully find love with one. I began perusing online dating sites and responding to personal ads, but of course online you usually just meet strange people. Sometimes though you don't, and meet someone sincere and wonderful. I have met a few nice black women this way, and luckily for me they have been attracted to a white guy. I guess being interested in someone who looks different than you, and perhaps your friend and family, is universal. I have been lucky. I met this one beauty, Heather, at an aquarium. We decided to meet and I thought a day walking around the aquarium, having lunch and getting to know one another would be nice. Heather was a nurse and kept a busy schedule, but we managed to schedule something mid-week and met. I got there first and bought the tickets and killed some time, thinking about our meeting. I had met Heather on one of the dating sites and she looked good. She had very dark features and full lips and long hair. She had a wonderful smile, beautiful brown eyes and a full figure. She was not fat, just a beautiful black girl's body, which I like very much. I was looking forward to meeting Heather. She called and said she had just parked, and to meet near the front of the aquarium. I walked over and saw her approaching from the opposite direction. I was quite impressed. She wore black jeans and boots and had on a sweater, as it was a coolish day. Her tits filled the sweater admirably and I waved when I saw her. She smiled, waved back and came over. We said hello and hugged and I felt her breasts pushing against me. I could feel a tingle in my pants, and I played it off, saying we ought to go inside. We walked around the aquarium, making small talk and looking at the sea creatures. We had a marvelous time. We laughed, getting to know one another, and whenever I had the opportunity, I stole little glances at Heather's body, which was rocking. Huge tits, a round ass, nice curves. She was definitely what you'd call thick, but not fat at all. She had very dark skin, which was a turn on. Like most black girls, while in her late 30s, she looked very youthful, no wrinkles, etc. Her smooth, chocolate-colored skin was enticing, and a stark contrast to my white skin and light colored eyes. We made a good looking, but diverse couple. Later, we had lunch and then walked around near where the boats were docked, getting ice cream cones. We sat on a bench, overlooking the water and talked. We were both having a good time, and we snapped photos of us together, our faces pushed closely, smiling at the camera. My dream of being with a black woman was happening, and I was very happy. Afterward, it got into the late afternoon and we walked to the parking structure to say our goodbyes. At her car, I told her how I had a wonderful time and would like to see her again. Heather agreed, saying she would like to see me too, and she had a blast. I leaned in and kissed her, and I guess she took this by surprise, as she let me, but didn't kiss back. Then I wondered if I was too forward and felt a little uncomfortable, until she leaned in and kissed me. This led to more kissing, as my hands roamed around her waist, all over her ass and up her tits. We did this in the open door to her car, and it got steamy. Our tongues slid around in each other's mouth and we ran our fingers up and down one another. Her hand slid down to my crotch, rubbing my cock through my jeans as I moaned while we kissed. She moaned too as I slid my hand up over one of her breasts, cupping it gently. My cock began to rise and stand at attention, and Heather's hand rubbed it, feeling it grow, coaxing it to get bigger and harder. I was euphoric, completely happy as I kissed my black goddess, and she kissed me. My dick was pushing against the denim and wanted to get out, and finally Heather undid my belt buckle and popped the top button of my jeans, letting the zipper drop. With room to reach inside, Heather's hand grasped my swollen cock and she jerked it up and down gently, then a bit faster. The site of her hand, with her beautifully manicured french tip fingernails, holding my dick got me very excited. We kissed as I tried to steal glimpses of her at work, pumping my engorged penis with her soft brown hand. I saw the color contrast of our skin as she worked her magic, and her hand slid down to my balls, which also were full, and she rubbed them with a hot little laugh, knowing she was driving me insane. "You like that, huh?", she said. I nodded, giggling a bit, and she giggled too. "Good!", she said. Heather pulled me into her open door and kept her hand in my pants, my cock twitching madly, wanting so much to be inside her. Now she was leaning back, across the seats (it had to be uncomfortable, but she didn't complain), and I sprawled on top of her. "Wanna get into the back?", she asked. Of course I did. We climbed into the back seat of her SUV, and closed the door. "You're so hot," she said. "Really?", I asked. "Of course. I love your eyes!" We kissed, as I unsnapped her pants, pushing them down, seeing her purple lace panties for the first time. I was in heaven. I pushed my pants down too, and her hands roamed under my shirt, rubbing my stomach, my back, up my arms, etc. I played with her tits, feeling her up over her bra, and grinding my pelvis towards hers. She was so hot, so fucking wonderful, I felt cum ooze out of the tip of my cock. I was going to blow my load before I even got it out; this was too sexy. Heather sprawled back comfortably, unhooking her bra, freeing her huge black tits. Her nipples were exceptional, perfect really, about half an inch long, and very dark. She had big, dark areola and I loved everything I saw. If Heather wanted to get married, at that moment for sure I would have said yes. If she asked for anything, I would have said yes. She was everything I always wanted in a woman, and much, much more. It was a good thing her SUV had dark windows, and that the parking structure was darkish as well, as we were now naked in the backseat, making out like horny teenagers. Every once in awhile we could hear people talking outside, as they walked past, or nearby, going to their car. It made what we were doing even more exciting, but of course we didn't want to end our date being arrested. The element of danger, plus my beautiful ebony queen, made this easily the best date I'd ever been on. Heather sucked my cock like a pro, her thick, full lips engulfing my cock as she hungrily took it down her throat. I lay back enjoying it, listening to the wetness of her mouth going up and down on my cock. Her long fingernails brushing my balls, driving me insane. I couldn't take it anymore and shot a thick load of cum into her mouth. Heather drank it down, gulping like a pro, and sat up, wiping a bit from her lips, with a sexy, beautiful look in her eyes. "Did you like that?", she asked. "Of course," I said. "I know," she said, and smiled. She opened her mouth to show me the cum was all gone, down inside her, and she giggled, knowing she had this white boy exactly where she wanted him. She lay back and let me do things to her. I played with her nipples, rubbing her tits, kissing them, sucking them and rubbed her hot little pussy with such delight. Her pussy had a nice, neat landing strip of curly black hair, and I loved feeling it, as my fingers went from that to her pussy lips, and pushed inside. As I entered her, Heather arched her back, eyes closed, she moaned in pleasure. "Ooohhhh, honey," she said. After this, I could feel my cock recovering (thank god) and I took her hand and put it on my swollen penis. "Mmmmm," she said, in pleasure. "Want me to stick it in?", I asked her. "Yes, please," she said. And I did. I put my swollen, rigid cock at the opening of her pussy and it just disappeared inside. She was so wet, and I so hard, that it was simple. I climbed into position and began giving her a good fucking, her car moving back and forth. I wondered what people in the parking structure must be thinking as they saw the car rocking and heard our sounds coming from inside. I imagined faces pressed up against the black glass, trying to steal a look inside. Heather moaned in delight as he fingernails clawed into my ass and back. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me good," she said. I did just that, working her like a piston - going up and down rhythmically. I stroked away for about 5-10 minutes, it seemed like more, and she wrapped her legs around me, as we occasionally adjusted our position in her cramped backseat. "Ooooh, baby, fuck me!", she added. And I said, "Yes, yes, yes." We kissed, our tongues gliding in and out as we fucked like two people who needed it desperately. I wondered if Heather had a fantasy about a white guy, as I did for a black girl. She seemed so carnal, so very, very horny. After a bit, I could feel the cum welling and ready to spurt, and I pulled my dick out and shot it all over Heather's belly and neatly trimmed bush. I leaned down, kissing her deeply, as she pulled me down on top of her, my cum smearing between us, as we made out for a good 15 minutes more. Finally, we stopped, each of us breathing heavily, spent. I kissed her big, swollen breasts more; I couldn't get enough. If I never fucked a black woman again, my life would still be perfect. I had such a wonderful experience - what a date! Heather and I dressed, trying to wipe the cum and love juices off one another, as we awkwardly laughed about how out of control things had gotten. I told Heather what a truly special time I had and how I thought she was absolutely adorable. She kissed me, holding me around the neck, moaning how she loved it too. She said this was the best first date she'd ever had, and I agreed it was mine. We made plans to see each other again soon, and as Heather pulled away in her SUV and I walked, trying to remember when I had parked, I could feel my cock rising again in my jeans. I was going to go home and jack off, thinking about everything that had transpired, and relive it again and again and again inside my head. And so I have. Heather, you're the best. The Aquarium My relationship with Laura was bizarre. We typically referred to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, though I think that was more out of convenience than anything else. Unlike your average couple we pretty much openly hated everything about each other – we just happened to be highly sexually compatible. We'd go through cycles. We'd spend time together until we realized how impossible it was to tolerate each other and then we'd spend time apart until we realized how much we missed the sex. I'd call her a fuck buddy, but her location wasn't exactly convenient enough for that – when Laura wasn't living with me, she was roughly 750 miles away. Not exactly close enough to just pop over for a quickie. This story takes place during the beginning of one of our "on" phases. We had just started talking again a couple of weeks prior after being split up for a few months. I had some free time, so we decided that I'd come over for a week to visit her. Even with minimal stops and a general disdain for speed limits it still took me about 12 hours to get there. It's funny, driving shouldn't really be tiring in any way. I was really just sitting there and holding the wheel steady while cruise control did the rest, yet I was exhausted when I got there. Laura was 22 years old at the time, but she still lived with her family. I had actually never met them before, so they wanted to speak to me as soon as I got there. It was awkward. I don't exactly look like the kind of guy that most parents want their daughters with, and her stepfather's personality strongly clashed with mine. Still, we managed to not tear each other's throats out. By the time I managed to convince them that I wasn't really that big a threat to Laura's well-being I was barely able to keep myself awake. Not wanting to have half-assed sex, I went to sleep in her bed with her without doing anything. I awoke the next morning still feeling exhausted, but I was awake enough that I could fake it. She wanted to do standard touristy stuff – go to the aquarium, see some museums, et cetera. I wasn't opposed to that, but it wasn't why I had went there. I like aquariums, but not enough to drive 12 hours to see one. I agreed to go to the aquarium with her, but I wanted to make a quick stop first. Hopping on her computer I looked up the closest sex toy store and popped the address into my GPS. Glancing over my shoulder she saw what I was up to but didn't object. Hitting the toy store I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking for, but I figured I'd know when I saw it. We browsed for a few minutes as I picked things out. When we left, I had purchased a small butt plug, some lube, and a remote control vibrator that would strap to her clit. She looked nervous when I picked the vibrator out, though I can't blame her. She knew me well enough to know that she probably should be nervous. I headed back to her place, claiming that I needed directions to the aquarium. It was an obvious lie, of course – I still had my GPS and she knew how to get there anyway. She argued slightly but gave in quickly – she wasn't driving, and though she was afraid of what I might do I suspect she was eager for me to do it. Her parents were at work and her little brother was at school, so we had her place to ourselves. I let her get the door closed before I grabbed her to tear her clothes off. She resisted, and even fought back, but she didn't utter her safe word. Laura enjoyed playing the submissive role with me sexually, but she never gave in easily. She typically viewed herself as dominant, and she had always hoped that someday she'd manage to dominate me. One of the few things that I respected about her was that she never gave up. Once I had truly beaten her she'd accept her role, but she always made me fight for it. She didn't exactly hold back, either. I'd hold myself back out of medical necessity – if I were to hit her with a closed fist we'd probably be on our way to the emergency room, but she didn't have that problem. She wasn't play fighting, she was legitimately hoping that this time would be the one time when she'd finally put me in my place and avenge herself for all the horrible things that I had done to her. Unfortunately for Laura, I'm about a foot taller than her, more than twice her weight, and I have an almost alarmingly high threshold for pain. She got in a few decent shots (though the bruise never appeared, I suspected that she had blackened my eye), but in the end I had her completely naked and on her knees. Despite her nudity and submissive pose, I suspected that she wasn't quite beaten yet. She had a habit of feigning defeat until she saw an opportunity, and I didn't feel like giving her that luxury at the time. I wanted her to fully remember that I was bigger – my place was to use her as I liked, hers was to simply accept it. Grabbing her by the hair I led her to the couch in her living room. She cried out in pain as I roughly pulled her along. I hadn't exactly given her adequate time to follow, but she managed to get there just the same. Taking a seat I pulled her over my lap, facing down. Knowing what was about to happen she began to struggle as I suspected she would, but I was able to easily wrestle both her hands to her back and pin them down with my left hand. Holding her helpless, I began to spank her brutally. Laura was funny with spanking. If you were to talk to her, she'd swear that she's completely immune to that form of punishment and that your arm would grow tired long before she even registered any pain. To be fair to her she did have a ridiculously high threshold for pain when it came to spanking, but I like a challenge. For the first minute or so, she did her best to pretend that she was bored. She'd occasionally make disparaging remarks about how softly I was hitting her, but as time progressed I could hear her voice growing shakier. Before too long she was no longer able to pretend that she could barely feel it. The nice thing about her having such a high tolerance for spanking was that it came with an equally high amount of pride. Laura despised begging for mercy, and being made to beg for mercy due to something that she swore didn't even hurt was both devastating to her and highly enjoyable to me. As I continued to spank her mercilessly I reminded her of all the times that she claimed she'd never give in to spanking, hoping to prolong her resistance as long as possible. Eventually, the pain became too great for her to ignore. As she began to softly whimper I parroted back the things that she had said earlier, reminding her that it couldn't possibly hurt because I hit like a girl. She apologized for the things that she had said, but it wasn't enough. I didn't want her to take them back, I wanted her total surrender. Laura was actually probably one of the proudest people that I had ever met. She absolutely despised speaking of herself in less than glowing terms, which was convenient for me. As she continued to cry in pain from the spanking, I told her what she had to do to make it stop. It was simple; she just had to apologize for thinking that a pathetic little bitch like her could ever stand up to someone of my stature. It might sound like a trivial request, but to Laura that was absolute torture. Admitting that I was stronger than her was nearly impossible, doing it because of a spanking surely didn't make it any easier. She must have been in tremendous pain – her ass was already covered with bright red handprints – but she managed to hold out another minute or so before giving in. Feeling sadistic, I pretended I didn't hear her the first time that she said it and spanked her again. She repeated it louder; I corrected her grammar and spanked her again. She pointed out that she had said exactly what I told her too, so I spanked her again for correcting me. Sometimes I'm kind of a dick. Eventually she managed to get the volume and words right. Grabbing the bag from the toy shop I placed the butt plug and the vibrator in front of her and told her to pick one so that we could go to the aquarium already. The look on her face was priceless. Laura had always been mildly uneasy about anal sex. We had experimented with some ass play, but never with anything more substantial than a finger or two. I knew that she enjoyed it, but she was clearly uncomfortable with that fact. Wearing a chunk of latex in her ass for a significant amount of time wasn't the type of thing that she'd normally be happy to do. Conversely, there was the vibrator. Laura wasn't in the habit of having quiet orgasms, and she knew that I had some deeply exhibitionist and sadistic tendencies. Because it was remote controlled, she must have known that I'd exploit the ability to stimulate her at the worst possible times. Though she wasn't exactly shy, she probably wasn't crazy about trying to restrain her orgasm in public. She shot me this incredibly pathetic look, begging me to cut her some slack. I felt bad for her (she really did look miserable), but I didn't feel mercy would be appropriate. I hadn't seen her in months, and I realized that that week could be the last time that I'd see her for the rest of my entire life. I wanted to make it memorable. I let her know that I realized how difficult it must be for her to choose, and maybe I was wrong to force her to make that choice. She briefly looked relieved, but then she remembered who she was dealing with. She didn't look surprised in the slightest when I explained that if she can't pick one, I'd be happy to let her wear both. Hesitantly, Laura pointed to the vibrator. Popping it out of the package I inserted the batteries and strapped it to her. With it securely in place I grabbed the remote and tested it out. Putting it on the lowest power setting I heard it hum into life. More importantly, she let out an a reluctant moan. Spanking always turned Laura on. I forcefully dressed her, making sure that the vibrator remained exactly where I wanted it. In truth, I was probably using the excuse of maintaining the vibrator as a flimsy cover for my desire to grope and tease her, but immediately after the spanking she wasn't about to call me on my bullshit. Hiking her panties up high, I forced the vibrator against her clit firmly as she moaned against her will. I was pretty turned on by then, but I didn't want to fuck her just yet. I get too merciful post-sex, and I didn't want to lose my sadism so quickly. Grabbing my keys, I led her to my car. When we reached my car she realized that her wallet had fallen out during the struggle, and headed back to the house in order to retrieve it. As she walked up the stairs I noticed something – each time she took a step she moaned a little. I suspected that the act of climbing stairs was pressing the vibrator against her a little bit harder, and looked forward to using that information against her. The drive to the aquarium was uneventful. I turned off the vibrator out of fear that she'd develop a tolerance for it, and pretended that nothing was out of the ordinary. She was visibly afraid, knowing that I'd soon be doing terrible things to her, but she didn't want to bring it up unless I did. The aquarium had an underground parking garage. I made a point of parking at the lowest possible level, even though there were plenty of free spaces that were much more convenient. Getting out of the car, I headed towards the stairwell. Laura tried to tug me towards the elevator, but I made up a bullshit story about how I was afraid of elevators. She clearly knew it was bullshit (we had lived together, I'm sure she'd seen me take plenty of elevators without hesitation), but she didn't want to argue. At that point I don't think she realized that I knew what climbing stairs was doing to her, and she probably didn't want to clue me in. We had parked four floors below where we needed to be. Right before we reached the stairs I silently reached into my pocket and turned the vibrator on to a medium setting. Laura stumbled a little in surprise and shot me a knowing glance. She probably realized that I knew about the stairs, but was powerless to change anything. As we climbed the stairs, I intentionally moved slowly. I wanted to stretch it out. With each step she found herself increasingly unable to mask the pleasure she was feeling. By the time we were halfway up she was moaning noticeably. By the time we reached the top she wasn't even trying to hide what was going on. Once at the top of the stairs I told her that I thought I had dropped something a floor or two back. She told me that she'd wait there for me to get it; I simply laughed at the suggestion. Grabbing her by the wrist, I led her back down a couple of floors. Pausing on the landing, I announced that I remembered I didn't drop anything at all. She knew that I knew what was up, but wasn't exactly in a position to do anything about it. Turning the vibrator up a notch, I led her back up the stairs. By the time we reached the top her face was sweaty and her eyes were wide. It looked like she was about to cum. The expression on her face was incredible – she seemed to be terrified that I'd force her to cum in public and equally afraid that I wouldn't. I feigned obliviousness to her situation and turned the vibrator off. Leading her towards the aquarium I observed her face contorting. She obviously wanted to get some satisfaction, but in a public place she couldn't exactly ask me for it. The aquarium was nice. It was a weekday and most people were at work or school, so it wasn't very crowded. It wasn't deserted, though – no matter where we went there always seemed to be at least one person within earshot. The situation was nearly ideal for me, though probably not great for her. I kept my hand in my pocket on the remote control the entire time. Whenever someone wandered by us I'd briefly turn the vibrator on to a high power setting. She'd clench her jaw and brace herself, struggling to hide what she was feeling. As soon as the person had wandered off I'd turn the vibrator off completely, leaving her frustrated with the lack of closure. After an hour or so Laura had become so flustered that she was having difficulty functioning. She was finding it increasingly difficult to prevent herself from cumming when I turned it on and equally difficult to manage the frustration of being denied her orgasm when I shut it off. She began begging me to take her home so that she could finally cum but I refused. Like I said, I like aquariums. We stayed for about four hours altogether. I found the experience of watching fish gracefully swimming by very calming. I don't think her experience was quite the same. By the time we left, she was barely able to function. She was choking back tears of frustration and barely able to speak straight. She wanted to go back to her place so that I could finish her off, but I felt that she needed to calm down a little. Instead of heading back I took her to a restaurant that was by the aquarium so we could get some food. For the most part I behaved – I only turned the vibrator on when the waitress was there and left it otherwise off. Laura had calmed down slightly by the time that we finished our meals. She was still more than a little distracted, but she was capable of forming coherent speech. After paying the check we headed back to her place. Unfortunately, we had been out so long that her family was home by then. She was irritated – she had hoped to be able to fuck as loudly as she'd like. I wasn't crazy about them being home, but I figured we still had all week. I'd fuck her in every room of the house some other time. We headed to the basement down to the basement and locked the door behind us. She had the basement to herself, so we had a degree of privacy, but the walls were still pretty thin. We could clearly hear them upstairs, which meant they could likely hear us too. Laura looked extremely torn. I'm sure she wanted me to fuck her brains out and let her finally cum, but she knew that she couldn't be quiet. She must have known that her family knew exactly what we were doing down there, but I don't think she wanted them to find out precisely what her orgasms sounded like. I was sympathetic to her fears, but I didn't feel like just hanging out and watching TV. I had driven across three states to be there, and I didn't feel like letting all of the teasing I had done just dissipate naturally. It was unfortunate that she wouldn't be able to be as loud as she liked, but she'd have to manage. I ordered her to lose the clothes. She was still feeling submissive from earlier, though she was clearly worried. Hoping to put her mind at rest, I promised her that I wouldn't force her to cum or even fuck her until after her family had fallen asleep. She looked nervous, but she complied with my order. As she was stripping, I went into the attached garage. Looking around, I spotted some rope and scissors. Grabbing them, I headed back into the basement to find her fully nude. Spotting the rope, Laura looked both extremely nervous and extremely aroused. She knew me well enough to know that I'd keep my promise, but she also knew me well enough to know that that hardly made her safe. Grabbing her hair without saying a word, I led her to her bed. I pushed her onto the bed and tied her wrists to the bed posts. With her arms tied down, I picked up the vibrator that she had stripped off. I watched her face carefully, drinking in the fear that was evident. I had no intention of breaking my promise, but I planned to have some fun with it. She tried to resist as I strapped it back into place by kicking her legs. She actually managed to catch me off guard and got in a decent shot to my chest. Unfortunately, she wasn't exactly a match for me when she had the use of her arms – tied down, she was easily restrained. Once I had the vibrator in place I tied her ankles to the bed posts, leaving her spread eagle. With her bound in position, I lied down next to her. It was around 7:00, so I had some time until I'd be free from my promise. Not in any rush, I simply laid there silently and let her mind torment itself, occasionally toying with the remote without actually turning it on. She repeatedly reminded me of my promise and asked me what I was planning to do. I think that she knew better than to expect a real answer, but I can't blame her for trying. Instead of answering I just quietly chuckled to myself, toying with the remote. After about half an hour of lying there, I turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting. Its lowest setting was extremely mild and I don't think that it would have driven her to orgasm even in her heightened state, but it was certainly noticeable. As the vibrator hummed into life, Laura quickly stopped asking questions and clenched her jaw shut, her face awash in fear and lust. Low was entertaining, but I wanted to see how far I could push her. Moving the remote to my side so that she couldn't see it I randomly jacked up the power, only to turn it off before she got too close to orgasm. I made a game out of it. I'd see how close I could push her before shutting it off. She didn't like the game at all, but I thought it was fun. After about an hour, she tried to release me from my promise. I appreciated the gesture, but it didn't seem right. Even if she was okay with it, I had given her my word – it just wouldn't be okay to go back on it. After another hour she had given up pretending that she was simply allowing me a way out of my promise and began to openly beg me to break my promise. I calmly explained to her that I simply couldn't go back on my word even if she wanted me to, but I don't think she understood. By that point, she was clearly having difficulty thinking straight. She told me that I'd just get bored eventually, so I might as well finish her off so we can move on to something else. Unfortunately for her, I wasn't getting bored in the slightest. With multiple speeds and complete control over how long it was on and off I had plenty to experiment with, and her reactions were only getting more interesting. The Aquarium After another hour she was no longer capable of forming complete sentences. It didn't stop her, though. Every couple of seconds she'd whimper out a "please" or something along those lines. It was cute. I told her that I'd be happy to do whatever she wanted, but I just couldn't understand what that was due to her broken English. She didn't seem to think my joke was as funny as I did. By the time 11:00 rolled around she wasn't even capable of forming words. She'd make pained grunts and groans every few seconds while crudely humping the air. I had to tighten the restraints on her ankles to keep her from finishing herself off by pressing her thighs together. She had told me earlier that her family would be asleep by 11:00, but I didn't want to risk it. I had just met them and all, and I didn't want to create an awkward situation. I continued keeping her on edge until midnight. Laura cried, begged in broken grunts, and struggled pathetically against her bonds; but I was just trying to be courteous and keep my promise. By the time midnight finally rolled around, I was becoming concerned for her well-being. I had kept her frustrated for nearly the entire day and it was clearly taking its toll on her. Still, I didn't want to force her into an orgasm if she didn't really want one, so I made her ask for one in certain terms. She struggled forming the request, of course. She didn't like it when I demanded that she enunciate better, but I had to be sure of what she was saying. When I corrected her grammar and insisted that she say "please" she looked like she'd have murdered me if she were capable. Eventually she managed to ask me in a way that I felt was acceptable. I picked her panties up from the floor and shoved them into her mouth to gag her with. Normally I liked her loud, but I suspected that she'd be even louder than she usually was and I didn't want to wake anyone up. Holding them in place I turned the vibrator up to max power and thrust my hand into her crotch. Applying firm pressure, I rubbed it against her clit. She came hard. Even with the panties gagging her she was still remarkably loud. Tears streamed down her face as her body contorted in orgasmic bliss. I continued to hold the vibrator in place the entire time, enjoying the force of her orgasm. I let her spit out the panties when her orgasm eventually came to an end about a minute later. She attempted to whimper out a quick "thank you", though her mind was still pretty much jelly. Hoping to help her regain her composure I continued to hold the vibrator firmly against her clit, keeping it at the maximum setting. She asked me to turn it off, but it seemed cruel to do so. She had just spent the last few hours begging me to leave it on; I didn't want to turn it off again so quickly. Grinding it into her cunt I enjoyed the look of panic in her eyes as she realized that I wasn't finished yet. She continued to beg me to turn it off. I calmly explained to her that I'd be happy to; but not until she came again. She attempted to explain to me that she was sore from the constant stimulation to her clit and that it would be painful to cum again, but I wasn't really interested in her excuses. Besides, she was still firmly tied up and not exactly in a solid position to stop me. It took her about 15 minutes before she was able to orgasm again, and it didn't happen easily. She begged for mercy nearly as hard as she had earlier when she wanted to cum, but I was having too much fun to be gentle. Her second orgasm wasn't nearly as intense as the first, but it was still fun to watch. After turning off the vibrator I grabbed the butt plug and lube. I made sure that she could see what I was doing, enjoying the look of fear in her eyes. As she watched me lube it up I explained to her that it was now my turn to get off, and I felt it would be entirely too cruel to use her cunt after how sore I had made it. She looked terrified, but she didn't protest. I was tired, but I took my time getting her ready. It was going to be her first time taking it up the ass, and I didn't want to make it too unpleasant. I slowly fucked her with the plug for several minutes as she groaned in humiliation. Eventually, her groans of humiliation turned into moans of pleasure. As I said, Laura had always enjoyed ass play – she was just embarrassed to admit it. I built up speed with the plug until I was actually fucking her pretty hard with it. After a few minutes of that I figured she was ready. I quickly stripped naked and untied her. She was exhausted; I could easily pose her as I liked. Flipping her over I forced her to rise up to her hands and knees. As she struggled to maintain the position, I made absolutely certain that she knew what was about to happen. While still fucking her ass with the plug, I let her know that she was about to get sodomized. I pointed out that a part of my reasoning the fact that her clit was so sore from the day's abuse, but that wasn't the real reason. I told her that she was a worthless whore and that fucking her cunt was too good for her; too respectful. She groaned in humiliation, but she didn't object. By that point she was very obviously enjoying getting fucked with the butt plug, and I think she was actually happy that I was about to take her anal virginity. Feeling sadistic, I ordered her to beg me to do it. She didn't do a great job begging, but she did well enough. Her mind was still more or less liquefied, so I suppose I can't judge her too harshly. I made sure that she mentioned that she needed it in the ass because a filthy slut like her needs to take it in all three holes. She hated speaking of herself in such undignified terms, but I quite enjoyed it. Casting the butt plug aside I lubed up my cock. I went slowly, but it still caused her some pain. The butt plug was much thinner than I am, and she struggled to adjust. I gave her a few moments to adjust once I was fully inside. It wasn't just a physical adjustment that I was interested in – Laura had been terrified of anal sex for years, and I wanted her to really soak in the knowledge that she could no longer claim to have never taken it up the ass. I forced her to tell me exactly what was happening before I proceeded. For the first few minutes I went almost painfully slow. She groaned and whined, though I think that was more psychological than anything else. In the hopes of helping her to make the adjustment, I reminded her that she was a disgusting whore who was currently getting fucked in the ass and made her repeat it back to me. After a few minutes I felt like she could handle a little more. I built up a little speed and started fucking her at a reasonable pace. She still sounded deeply humiliated, but she was also starting to sound like she was enjoying it. I continued to build up speed until I was legitimately fucking her ass hard. Bracing my hands on her hips I plowed into her at full speed. Laura moaned openly – she knew that I already knew she was enjoying it, and lacked the energy to pretend otherwise. After about 10 minutes I was unable to hold off any longer. I pulled out and shot my load on her face. Laura despised wearing cum, but she didn't have the energy resist. The beautiful thing about the ordeal that I had put her through was that she was far too tired to wash it off. I could tell that she wanted to, but at that point she could barely stand up, let alone walk. She fell asleep in my arm, my cum still dripping down her face. The Aquarium Velvet was the girl on campus and she walked around like she knew it. It was senior year at the High School, just a few weeks to a hard earned graduation close to the top of her class. That was of course a well kept secret by the milk chocolate colored cheerleader who wore her uniform to school more often than not since she could claim school spirit. Of course it didn't hurt that the school actively encouraged the cheerleaders to wear the uniforms and she'd been sent home a few times for equally risqué outfits. The truth was she loved the way the boys turned their heads as she went strutting past. More often than not she had one hand on her hip subtly pulling the already short skirt up just a few inches. With her hip thrust out though that was all it would take to give whoever she wanted very good look at what was beneath her skirt. The famous dark moon of Vena High, named because one day on a dare Velvet had dropped her pants and panties for the boys gym class. It was an apt descriptor for her well formed globes and since then she made it a point to show off the dark moon. From top to bottom Velvet was some kind of prize even if she didn't always think so. She had thin lips, at least for an African American woman and she wasn't as blessed as she'd have liked in the chest area. Something had to give when she'd taken a combination of dance, gymnastics and cheerleading as long as she could remember. That however had its advantages; her first boyfriend had described her as extremely bendy. Even by cheerleader standards she was extremely limber. And she thoroughly enjoyed showing that off. More than once she'd been caught out side of class casually stretching her legs. Velvet would start by bringing each foot up over her head, then the reverse leaning forward and lifting her leg as far as it would go, which was all the way to the back of her head to the delight of the boys who pretended they weren't gathering to watch her. Sometimes she'd even ask some lucky boy to support her. Velvet made it a point to pull out one of the shy ones. The ones who were so terrified of the black beauty that they'd never dream of letting their hands slip to unwanted places, that was for her to do on purpose when she 'lost' her balance for a quick second that always ended with her walking away with a smug smile and some guy a quivering bowl of jelly who'd never forget that brief moment he got to squeeze something new. She enjoyed that look she got from them most of all. Best of all it was completely safe. None of them would ever get up the nerve to ask her out on a date. It wasn't that Velvet was actually into jocks; for the most part she found them to be stupid, boring, slobbering, fools. The only positive quality they had was not being intimidated by her and since that wasn't a common trait. Unfortunately that was such a rare trait in the boys of her school that she simply took what she could get. Harold was the first of the nerds to gather up the testicular fortitude to ask her out. It was immediately after the second to last game of the season. It was an absolutely complete thrashing of an away game. It would have been impossible to guess that it wasn't a victory for them though. Their half of the bleachers was as loud or louder. The cheerleaders were screaming so loud they'd be hoarse for days and if the players themselves were taking what could only be called a victory lap. The fact that the end score was fifty nine to thirteen seemed to be entirely wasted on them. Of course it probably didn't hurt anything that their spot in the play offs had been secured three games ago and most of the guys who were playing tonight had literally been benched the for most of the season. The only reason they were out now was to give the first string a chance to rest and so the third and fourth would get a little chance to shine. Velvet was fresh from the shower still smelling faintly of her jasmine shampoo. It was a rare glimpse of her dressed modestly in a pair of baggy sweatpants, white tank top and her white cheerleader sneakers. Velvet had her shoulder length hair, normally ironed straight so it hung mid way down her back was twisted into a messy bun on the back of her head. "Hey Velvet, can we talk?" Velvet barely paused on her march to her car. "Hey, let me carry your bag." He couldn't see it from behind her but Velvet raised a brow before she spoke. "And you would be?" Velvet asked, hand automatically resting on her signature cocked hip. "You know what, it doesn't matter. I guess you can carry my bag as long as you're not trying to get a ride home." She dropped her bag to the ground and continued towards her car without even giving the boy the option to refuse her incredibly generous offer. "I'm Harold." He was a little short, even for an Asian standing almost an entire head beneath Velvet and extremely slender almost to the point of being gaunt. Velvet knew exactly how much gear was actually in the bag though. When he hefted it onto his shoulder without any apparently effort Velvet immediately knew he wasn't the weak punk he looked to be. "Harold then." She tried to force a fake sarcastic smile but what came out was one of her warmer grins. "What is it you want? I usually only talk to guys like you when I need help with my homework." "No you don't." Harold replied flatly. "I want to go out with you." Velvet felt her entire body stop in the middle of the parking lot. It was like she'd walked face first into a brick wall. He did not just tell her what she did or didn't do and then ask her on a date. "I think I heard you wrong." Velvet snarled. Harold took a half step back his eyes briefly diverting to the tires of a nearby car before traveling up her body and back to her eyes. "No, I think heard me." His knuckles went tight around the bag's strap to keep his hands from trembling. "I want to take you on a date." Velvet glided forward like a great serpent until her chest was pressed against more his shoulders than his chest. "Is that so?" She wrapped one arm far too casually yet snuggly around his shoulders, the way you hold someone when you want to appear friendly to any watches. "Just so I'm clear, do you want to date me or fuck me?" Her voice slithering out both venomous and seductive. There was no way he could deny that her smooth as honey voice slipping warmly into his ear sent a shudder down his spine. "Do I really have to pick just one?" "Okay, you get to give me three things you like about me. And one of them doesn't count." Velvet replied letting her voice drop and octave at the end. "You're smart. No, I don't know what your grades are or anything I just know we've had two or three classes together a year practically since I moved here in sixth grade. I think you're the only Cheerleader I've NEVER seen cheating off one of the boys who'd let you do it just to be close to you. I already said you don't talk to guys like me when you want test answers." Sweat was starting to bead on his brow as he continued speaking. "Two you're confident and not just in your amazing body. You don't talk to guys like me when teachers are setting up group projects. Least you don't in math or science because you know you don't need us. Which believe it or not I find quite attractive and wish you'd flaunt it a little more. I'm not asking you to play DungeonsanddragonsorMagictheGatheringorjoinmy-oh God I'm rambling." "Then you're lucky." "Why?" "I counted two good answers and your third one didn't count anyway." She smirked pulling away from him. "But if you tell anybody I'm a brain and I'll run you over." He couldn't quite tell if she was joking or not and he'd just barely recovered from the shakes of being that close to her. When they reached her car, a cute little Pink Jetta she grabbed the bag and tossed it in the back. "I know you weren't looking for a ride home but unless you have one I'm volunteering." Harold was already in the car before she was. "I guess that's a yes."   It was a week later when the Velvet pulled up to Harold's house for their date. She was in the middle of pulling her phone from her purse when he walked out of the door briefly waiving back at his parents before they closed the door and he got into her car. "My father say's it's traditional for the man to pick up the woman. He would have let me drive the truck." "Well you can tell your dad I'm not a big fan of tradition." Velvet replied smiling radiantly. She waited for a moment before pulling him close for a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. "Besides doesn't tradition also usually have the woman choosing where she wants to go?" "Probably. You look amazing by the way." She raised a brow slightly and started up the car. "This old thing? I borrowed it from my mother." It wasn't a lie to say she'd taken it from her mother but wasn't a loaner. Her mother didn't quite have the figure for the bright blue summer dress. "So where are we going?" Harold smiled and reached over taking her hand and bringing it gently up to his lips. "Just follow the directions, that's right almost forgot." He reached into his backpack and pulled out his parents GPS and stuck it to her dash. "Just listen to the annoying box lady and she shouldn't be too annoying after the first five minutes." Velvet rolled her eyes. "You couldn't just write it down?" "I'd rather talk to you." He answered. "You could just tell me where we're going." "I'd rather surprise you." "You could at least let go of my hand. Why are you shaking, you're not scared of me are you?" Velvet asked closing her fingers around his just a little too tight. "Maybe a little." Harold replied slipping back out of her grasp. Velvet smirked and drove off. It was a quick enough drive with Velvet spending which was good because Harold was apparently.   "I never thought you'd be taking me here for a date. Especially a first date." Velvet said. She was standing in front of the California State Aquarium. "I guess I could have taken you to a movie but I find it's hard to see you in the dark and rude to talk over a movie." Harold said offering her an arm that she hesitantly took and let him lead her up the stone steps   The date didn't start out particularly well for Harold. Velvet wasn't really a person who didn't like being in control. When he wouldn't tell her where they were going she grumbled. When his only hint was that she should dress comfortably. That didn't tell her if she should pack a bikini and sandals for a long walk on the beach or heels for dancing. While Velvet wasn't familiar enough with the feeling and mistook it for annoyance she was actually for the first time in her life nervous about her date. Her parents hadn't raised a kitten though that fled from things that frightened her. She was a panther. Graceful and powerful and they attack the things that scare them. It wasn't in Velvet's personality to apologize but as soon as she started driving she realized she might have been a little rude to him. He was doing a good job of not showing his fear if you didn't know how to read it in the boy. Velvet was used to seeing that look in a boy's eyes. She'd seen it before and boys were a lot like deer. When they were comfortable they could almost forget you were there but when they were frozen in place staring you in the eyes it wasn't a brave challenge. It was terror and it was annoying. Whose fault it was didn't actually matter. The mood was beginning to change between the two of them when the GPS had her exit the freeway into downtown Brea. Without the machine navigation would have been difficult but that didn't make the combination of narrow one way streets and congested traffic they never made it obvious if you could clear an intersection obvious. The constant nagging voice constantly shrieking about turning left in two hundred, one hundred, NOW definitely didn't help. At one point she was very tempted just to fling it out the window but she remembered Harold probably didn't know how to get there or back so she stayed her hand. Harold was doing his best not to let the entire situation frustrate him. She'd been quiet for most of the ride but other than a brief period on the freeway he felt her frustration. He didn't know why she only snorted when he'd complimented her on the strapless yellow sundress she was wearing. "You can pu-" "I'm the one driving!" Velvet snapped much sharper than she'd intended but followed his instructions pulling into the parking garage. Thankfully the GPS was silenced since it wasn't going to help much in finding a parking spot. Though after driving up two floors she was starting to wish the stupid voice would just tell us where to park. When she found it she wasn't interested in holding his hand and the only reason she wasn't power striding in front of him was she still wasn't certain where she was going so she walked just half step behind him. "You took me to an aquarium?" She grumbled as he'd paid the money and walked inside taking a break at the first bench. "An aquarium." "Yes." Harold replied evenly. "Why should I take a pretty girl like you into a dark room for two hours to watch a movie at least one of us probably doesn't want to and not be able to talk to her? Now come on. It's not like you're gonna turn around and drive back." Velvet sighed but stood up and started following him. She wasn't really in the mood for talking so she moved from one tank to the next silently. It had probably been ten years since the last time she'd been to the aquarium. It was one of her favorite places when she'd been a kid. She couldn't remember the names of most of them but Harold still could. It wasn't clear if Harold was pretending to be polite by explaining the fish to her or if she was pretending to be mad by only giving him vague sounding grunts as responses. Twenty minutes later though and the ice simply shattered. Velvet wasn't about to admit it but she was enjoying having something to talk about other than herself. It wasn't a playful interview it was a mutual exploration. They were sharing, about their strict parents and love of classical music. Harold admitted to being a bit of a Pokémon fan and Velvet that she still was a Ninja Turtles fan. An hour later she was quite comfortably up under his arm and other than that he was fascinated by sharks he hadn't mentioned a single fish for a while. HE was suddenly going on about her eyes, her hair and her smile though. It was difficult to tell with her complexion but she was blushing as he just went on and on about her. Two hours after that they were enjoying dinner in Atlantis. She'd never had dinner in a place with an enormous fish that seemed to be hovering over Harold's shoulder mimicking his every word with its enormous fish mouth flapping. It kept her giggling until he'd eventually offered to trade seats with her. "I had a really good time." Velvet said biting her lower lip as they drove home. "Aren't you glad we went to an aquarium?" "Don't push you're luck Mr." Velvet slipped her hand into his trousers while he drove immediately finding him receptive. "Do you know a private place we can go?" Her slender digits were wrapped firmly around his steady growing shaft. Harold's leg twitched just slightly but he didn't respond. "Hey, I asked you something." "I must have been a little distracted by something." Harold grinned.