0 comments/ 10739 views/ 1 favorites The Coffee Table By: firefighter02 Sliding the key into the door of the hotel room I hear the latch click and the door opens stepping inside slowly. The room dark, bright streaks of light stream through the edges of the curtains allowing a little light into the room, but I set my bag down and stand quietly as the door closes behind me allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. I grin inwardly as I see you sitting in the corner on the couch. You have dressed for the occasion, and you look beautiful. You were dressed in a dark blue silk night shirt and a matching thong. Dark seamed stockings covering your legs which helped to set off the sexy pair of high heeled pumps dangling on your feet, their strap hugging your ankles tightly. Your hair and make up done with attention to detail, perfect in every way, and a shade of light lipstick setting off your pretty lips. I step to the closet without saying a word and hang up my coat. Turning back into the room I walk over to sit in the chair across the room. "Hello beautiful" I say with a smile, "come to me" You know exactly what I want today. Crawling on your hands and knees to me without saying a word you crawl up my body, your firm silk covered nipples grazing up my body. You lips find mine, our tongues meeting and dancing in that passionate embrace that only we share. You break off the kiss and your hands trail down my shirt undoing the buttons one by one, following the cool air of the room on my chest with your hot lips. Reaching my pants, you undo them and sit back patiently. I stand and your hands move to my waistband, removing them and freeing my cock. I kick them off and finish removing my shirt as I sit back down in the chair. Your mouth moves directly to my cock, your painted finger nails tickling my balls, as your tongue outlines the head of my cock. My hands grip the arms of the chair, a moan escaping my lips as your mouth engulfs my cock. It has been too long since we had been together and your efforts were beginning to take quick effect on me. You feel my cock begin to swell and my body tense as my release is close. You take me farther into your mouth than you ever had, your chin resting on my balls as you mouth clamps down on my cock. I can't hold back and my hot salty cum begins to explode forth filling your mouth as you try desperately to swallow it all. My orgasms subsides as I look down and see that a small trail of cum escaped your mouth and had run down your chin. You lick me clean and then scoop the pool of cum off of your chin with your finger and suck it clean as well. I tell you to stand and you do without hesitation. Turning so that I may see every part of you. Standing quietly in front of me my eyes burn your flesh. I stand and begin to walk around you, your eyes shut and your breath quickening as I slowly allow my hands to touch the soft silk of your night shirt. I undo the silk sash holding your night shirt together letting it fall open slightly. Taking it and laying it on the couch, I take your hand and lead you over to the coffee table. Laying you down on your back on the coffee table I take you hands and tie them to the legs to the table. Moving down your body with my fingers, allowing them to run lightly over the smooth skin of your legs, I take one ankle and tie it to the bottom leg of the table. Spreading you wide I take the other ankle and bind you spread eagle on your back on the table. Taking more rope I begin to loop it around the table tying your torso to the table, then looping it around your breasts to bind them. You try to move but you are only able to lift your head inches off of the table. Walking over to the dresser I open my bag and bring an armful of items over to deposit next to me on the couch. Taking two silk ties I cover your eyes, leaving you to wonder what will be next. Moving over near your head I began to run the tip of my cock over your lips, your tongue darting out to gently lick the head. As I start to apply gentle pressure you open your mouth wide to allow me to slide my cock deep inside, but instead I pull back and place the hard rubber of a ball gag in your mouth and buckle it quickly into place. Your mouth strained to adjust to this new feeling of helplessness as my fingers trailed up and down your skin, never touching any spot that would start your clit throbbing, but teasing you close enough to cause you to rise up and urge me on for more. Kneeling next to you I take a piece of ice and slowly begin to run circles around your nipples, making them strain out as if they could stiffen further. As I removed the ice and proceeded to switch breasts my lips caught your now cold nipple and my tongue slowly lapped it deep into my mouth warming it. I continued this way for what seemed to be an eternity, and then ending this torture by icing them agian, but this time giving you no warm release. Moving silently through the room I pick up my belt and return to you. I gently run its smooth leather tip over your pussy and suddenly flick it down, making you scream from behind the gag, as the leather meets your skin. Repeating this over and over, spanking your inner thighs and your swollen pussy, until I see the juice from your sweet hole begin to flow down your ass. Scooping up some ice, I quickly bring my hand to your pussy making you gasp, as the coldness meets the heat of your reddened skin. As your clit swells harder and harder from the cold your hips begin to rise, and your breath quickens, as though you were begging me with your body to give you some sort of release. Suddenly my tongue is at the bottom of your dripping pussy sweeping up through your folds and circling your clit. You moaned out, hoping this was the release you needed. My tongue flicking lightly over your clit, and then moving down and shooting deep inside your dripping cunt. I reached over and grabbed the gel, and a dildo lubing it as my tongue continued to drive you into fits. Positioning it I slid the cold plastic cock deep into your ass as I caught your clit between my lips and sucked hard on it. Your body rigid as you tried to make sense of all the feelings that your body was sending you. Your legs began to tremble as your orgasm built and just began to scream through your body, and I stopped just at the edge, leaving you crying out behind the gag. Kneeling between your legs I began to rub ice on your pussy again, which didn't help at all as far as you were concerned, but then you felt the heat from my hard cock as I began to rub the tip all around your dripping pussy. Smacking your clit with it over and over again. Bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Stopping once again before your orgasm came, I crept up next to your face and leaned in close to you, running my tongue up your neck and whispering gently in your ear. "You have been good my pet, now I am going to fuck you until you pass out, then I will rest, and fuck you some more. By the end of this night you will know what it means to be fucked senseless and will show what a naughty little fuckslut you are." Kissing your nose softly, I stood and began to smack your face with my cock as my hand pulled your hair, holding your head still. Releasing you, I knelt back down between your legs spread wide by their restraints and begin the agonizingly slow insertion of my hard cock into your wet hole. Feeling your pussy clutch my cock as I slid in inch by inch, my hand smacking your clit with each slight spasm of your pussy around my cock. Sliding all the way in until my balls rested on the end of the dildo now forced deep inside your ass. My thrust began slowly but soon were rocking you hard as our groins met. Reaching up to clutch your breasts in my hands as I fucked you hard and deep, each thrust sending shivers of desire, lust, and passion through your body. You began to shake as your orgasm overtook you. There would be no stopping it this time and I thrust hard into you, grinding my pelvis into your clit, letting the feeling of your muscles as they milked my cock satisfy me for now. As you began to come down from your orgasm I started again, slow, short strokes, followed by hard deep ones, changing tempo and depth to keep you guessing. My own orgasm churned as your pussy continued to spasm around me in aftershocks, your juices dripping down to cover my balls. Feeling my cock swell and knowing that my release would come soon, my tempo increased until my balls were swinging so hard that the dildo in your ass jumped with every thrust. You began to come again and I slammed hard into you once again, until I was just at the point of explosion, and then pulled out and stood up, my cum rocketing from the end of my cock and raining down over your body. The hot splatters sending more shivers through you. Standing up I walked up next to your head, taking your hair in my hands again. I wiped my cock along the side of your cheek, depositing the remaining drippings of cum there and wiped my cock with your hair. Bending down close to you, I whispered.."I love you, but there is more to come bitch". With that I inserted a huge vibrator in your pussy and set it on a really deep low hum, knowing that it would take a long time of its building to send you to orgasm. You by now were exhausted and near delirium as you body was assaulted yet again, and then suddenly you heard the door open... To be continued...maybe ;) The Coffee Table On any given Sunday morning you will find my wife and I driving around checking out yard sales. This past weekend, at our first stop, we actually found this simply perfect coffee table. I remember standing there looking at the this stupid table, discussing whether or not we should buy it. How dumb! It was big, sturdy, in great shape: everything you want in a coffee table. But, like fools, we thought we would find something better. We were wrong. At first I thought my wife decided to look elsewhere because the lady was flirting with me. Or, maybe I was flirting with her, who knows? It was hot and I just wanted to get things over with, but she was one of those women that are approaching 40 and from the side or rear still looks 20. Incredible full breasts and an ass so fine I'd lick it on television. She was stunning. My wife hates these type of women. I don't exactly share this loathing. Either way, this succulent, raven haired vixen was in a lawn chair, wearing a half shirt - that truly validated her flat stomach - , and baggy shorts, sitting at the desired table. As I hunched down to really get a good look at the grain quality, this sexy creature with dollar signs in her eyes went off on a tangent about how the table had sentimental value to her and hubby. We listened politely and even feigned interest. But, as she spoke she tried to address both of us: wife was at one end of the table standing up and I was squatting directly in front of this sun-bronzed honey, she shifted her gaze, and body, back and forth. That is when I really felt the heat. Her demure, shapely, slightly akimbo legs soon were far enough apart to become pen pals. Luckily I had sunglasses on, because, I couldn't have not looked even if I wanted to. My wife was giving the girl the archives on why we needed to replace our table -- and I smiled, nodded in the correct places, and admired the woman's skimpy panties. They reminded me of the sky-blue popsicles, Jake, the ice cream man used to sell in my neighborhood as a kid. I could see her "camel toe" and was absolutely entranced at this ladies obliviousness. She and my wife talked and talked, and I watched and stared. The sexy panties were french cut, hardly visible on the sides of her thighs, and really fucking tight. The more she shifted in her seat the more the panties violated her. At one moment I wanted to reach out and pull the thin material from her slit. A second later, tufts of black peeked at me, then a itty bitty section of her an outer lip. I was dying! I pretended to look here and there on the table, even rubbing with my hand, just to get a better view of that scanty flavorful cotton and forbidden flesh. It was the best part of my day, and I was able to play voyeur for about 20 solid minutes. But we never bought the damn table. We were going to go back at the end of the day to see if it was still there, but it was too hot, we went home and jumped into the pool instead. I ate my wife underwater while thinking of the yardsale goddess. Monday, I thought I would check to see if the lady still had the table -- as a surprise for my wife. I pulled up to the house, and then after thinking about it a second, drove halfway down the street and parked. After a few seconds of preening and a breath lifesaver the size of a silver dollar, for confidence in close quarters, I walked to the house. I heard a vacuum running when I stood on the porch, and waited for a lull -- then knocked quickly. The same lady, wearing a very short feminine bathrobe, looked quite surprised when she opened the door. I could plainly see her through the screen. "Yes," she said, almost embarrassed to be seen by a strange man, but then recognized me apparently, because her face lit up -- embarrassing me. "Eh ... I'm sorry to disturb you ... but I was wondering if you still had the table." A car went by, and she pulled at the bottom of the robe and stepped back a bit. "Uh, no. We sold it." I'm not sure if I said anything right away. I remember smiling and watching her keep tugging at the bottom of the robe, as if it would make it longer. And she would run her other hand through her gorgeous locks. I then told her I was sorry we didn't buy it. We seemed to be having a nice conversation, except when a car would go by. Noticing my confusion over her little ritual, she volunteered, "I don't want any of my neighbors seeing me like this." The look I gave her was -- "But I'm a stranger and I see you!" I then noticed she wasn't overly bothered about it, as long as she kept on hand tugging. She then realized that I was seeing her, more of her than she wished, and tugged at the lapels as well. More tugging. "We have another one that we've decided to sell next weekend. Would you like to see it?" She glanced around the neighborhood modestly, and pushed the screen toward me. "It is a bit bigger." I grabbed the screen, and walked in the house. "Bigger is ok." She sidestepped me and pushed the wooden door closed. "Don't want my neighbors peeking into see me with a good looking man in my home." We both felt the awkwardness of her statement. She thought I was good looking? I smiled, and thanked her. Our eyes met and I felt a bolt of electricity surge through my veins. Her eyes seemed to dance, and they smiled, actually sparkling when she spoke. "Forgive my dress, I was cleaning house, and it is so hot." "But the robe is terry cloth." She was walking backwards. "I ... I wasn't wearing anything." She tried to find the correct expression, when telling a strange man in her home that she was naked under a robe, but failed miserably. All I could do was smile, and then my eyes felt it appropriate to take a survey, from her red painted toes to her tousled hair. Breath taking. She grinned. "This table is not as old --" BAM! She tripped over the vacuum cord, and hit the floor with her butt, hard. Unfortunately, she was not able to fall in a very dignified manner. For a split second she was on the floor and had her legs spread wide. She really was naked. Immediately, she slammed them closed, pulled at the ridiculously short robe and tried to get up. I just stared. As she tried to stand she had to balance with her feet naturally and, she flashed me again. Mortified, she stood up, turned her back and tried to apologize. "I can not believe I did that. I am so embarrassed." Slight pause. "Hmm .. the table is in this room. Do you still want to see it?" "Yes. But only if you are comfortable with me here." "I think I can trust you. I just showed you my pussy and you didn't jump me, for Christ's sake!" I choked. "Um ... yes. I'm harmless. Just want the table." I was in unfamiliar territory. "Not that I wouldn't want to jump you -- NOT that I don't find you attractive. You are an incredibly beautiful woman." She put out a hand to the wall and tried to walk; but her legs were not cooperating. "Why thank you." She then manged to get the signal to her legs and she started walking again, down the long hallway. "I haven't heard someone say that for a long time." I tried to mask the incredulity from my voice. "Are you kidding me!?" She stopped walking, and even grabbed the wall again, but with the other hand. "Oh shit!" She practically whispered, almost to herself. "You are the sexiest woman I have seen in a very long time. Your husband has to be one of the luckiest men in the world -- "He's having an affair," she said almost matter of fact -- too matter of fact. "He doesn't see the things you do." The last word trailed off. I was still walking slowly and then I was directly behind her. "You are stunning." I didn't want to say it, it just sort of happened. Just like my hand on her shoulder. It just happened too. "I mean it you are absolutely intoxicating." I could feel her tremble, even through the thick robe. Pulling her hand off the wall she held it out in front of herself and opened and closed it a few times, and stared at the strange reflexive action. She then muttered, "Shit!" again, and then laid her hand over mine. I almost fell over, or felt like I was about to: I placed my other hand on her shoulder. "I can't believe what I'm doing." "What are you doing?" I asked softly as I turned her toward me. She was gorgeous. Standing there in that powder-blue robe with her pouty red lips and magical eyes. Our eyes were unblinking and staring at each other's. "Here," she whispered in a very sexy inhale. "Here, in my own house trembling with the desire for a complete stranger to touch me." "You want me to touch you?" "Yes. Very much." Tugging at her by her lapels I pulled her to me. Our lips met and the lightning I felt earlier began to repeat. My mind went completely blank. Al I could think about was this woman, this woman that I didn't even know her name. Our tongues swirled around each others and I felt her moan in my mouth. Her hands then slid around my back and kneaded my shirt and skin, as if she were making a cake for her family. I released her tongue and traced the entire bottom of her top lip with the tip of my tongue. Sucking and biting softly on her cupid bow mouth, she started to explore my back and neck with her slender fingertips. Slipping my hands off her lapels I grazed her full breasts and worked my hands under the belt. With a slight pressure the belt gave way and the robe parted slightly. My fingers just touched her smooth flesh on her waist and she felt like she was about to dissolve in my hands. I allowed my hands to freely roam over her sides, back and tummy, then up to her firm breasts. With her mouth once again on mine, I thumbed both nipples; they grew under my touch. Her breathing was shallow and I could almost hear our hearts beating as our kissing became more and more passionate. Breaking our kiss I looked into her bewitching eyes once again, "Hold the wall," I said softly, as I dropped to my knees in a trail of kisses descending her lovely tanned body. Stopping just short of her sex. Sitting on my knees I slid in closer and coaxed her legs farther apart. Cupping the backs of each thigh, I felt her quiver. Looking up, I saw that she had closed her eyes and was rolling her head slowly back and forth in lazy circles. Her hair hanging over her face. She was a vision like I had never seen. "My God you are beautiful!" Pushing on both walls with her outstretched hands, she moaned happily, but never opened her eyes. Running my tongue from the inside of her right leg, just above the knee, I started to work my way to the delicious musky scent I was craving. Circling around her innermost thigh at the outside of her lips and working my way in a circle over her mons, I tugged softly at some of the fine hairs with my teeth. Breathing in deep, I could feel my palms starting to go from damp to slippery, as her scent almost toppled me. Burying my face in the folds where the leg ends and the delicate flesh begins, I slid my tongue over her like I was trying to bathe her. I could tell she hadn't showered that morning, and I was grateful. I loved her true scents. With one swipe of my tongue I lightly slid from the area between her ass and pussy, all the way to her clit, but only softly, and then sucked hard on her belly. She laughed nervously and breathed in deep. Unable to forgo my pleasure, I gripped her ass like I was about to eat the world's largest strawberry, and bit, with my lips covering my teeth. Her breathing became ragged and as my nose bumped her hard clit, I heard her gasp. Licking and sucking and breathing, I started to devour her. Her joy released itself and she shook as she screamed out in pleasure, sending a wonderful sweet drink into my wide open mouth. Then again and again, till she was gasping for air and moaning so loud I had to stop to watch her. Her mouth was barely open, eyes pinched shut and her head was rock steady. A continuous moan filled the hallway and reverberated off the walls. Sliding my mouth back over her, I sucked softly on her entire sex, as my tongue pointed and trying to fuck her. I then increased the pressure on the sucking as one of my pinkies, drenched, found its way to her puckered rose bud. With little warning I slipped it inside her warm ass. Sucking on her all her warm wet creases and folds, probing with my tongue while I fucked her ass with my finger, she exploded. I thought I was going to gag -- she released this torrent that brought her to her tiptoes. It tasted as if I were drinking warm nectar from a newly discovered microwaved piece of fruit. Her hands slipped from the wall and squeezed my head. After she regained composure she stood up straight and let the robe fall to her feet. "I want you to make love to me in my husband's favorite chair." She held out a shaky hand and led me to the living room. Several hours passed as we made love -- fucked -- and toyed with each other. She would not let me cum inside her, she said her husband did that all the time. She wanted to feel like a real woman, her words, she wanted to feel truly alive. With a throaty Demi Moore whisper, she begged me to cum in her mouth. A first for her. But something she repeated as many times as I could replenish myself. After we cleaned ourselves up and I was about to leave, she finally showed me the other table. After a short argument by me, she gave me the table. Then she truly shocked me. Standing there next to the stained lazy boy, amidst the walls of pictures of their wedding, and the two of them with their children. "Tell your wife we may have matching end tables that we will give you as well." I smiled and thanked her. "But you'll have to come back tomorrow to help me find them."