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The Couple Ch. 01

By: Fernando Santiago



An erotic exchange between lovers.

Part One: The Seduction

Catalina:

It's the middle of the work day and you're up to your elbows in it when there's a knock at your door. Puzzled because you've no meetings scheduled, you rise and head to see who it is, running a hand over your slightly tousled hair as you go. Pulling open the door, the blinds over the window rattling softly as it swings in, revealing a delivery man in a blue jumpsuit with a large, obviously fake birthday cake on a cart. He consults his clipboard then looks up at you, cracking his gum...

"You Armando?" he asks.

Your eyes are glued to the cake, utterly confused. "Uh, yeah," you stammer. "I'm Armando, but what the hell is this?"

"Hey, I don't ask questions, I just deliver."

He motions you aside and pushes the monstrous cake into the room, its blue and yellow icing spelling out in script "SURPRISE!" The delivery man hands out his clipboard for you to sign and, eyes still on the cake, you do so, scrawling quickly in the general vicinity of the line. The delivery guy leaves and you close the door after him, looking at this huge plastic cake sitting in the center of your office. 

You cross your arms over your chest and head back to your desk, leaning against the front of it, just waiting, because you know there's got to be more to this than just a huge plastic cake. You glance over at your door and window, making sure the blinds are drawn and the door is locked. It is then you hear a click followed by the soft sounds of sultry jazz emanating from the cake. A half smile crosses your face as you watch two hands push up and the top tier. Slowly a head topped with black hair emerges, followed by dark eyes, a cute slightly upturned little nose, and wide luscious lips.

I stand with my hands resting on my scantly clad hips and say,

"Surprise, Armando!"

Armando:

Beyond the smile, you watch as my eyes travel up and down your body...taking in the beauty of the young woman that stands before me, admiring the gentle curve that rises from your hips to your breasts. I marvel at the graceful line of your neck, your pouty lips, eventually coming to rest on your eyes. Not a word is said, yet you know exactly how surprised and pleased I am to receive this gift.

I step forward and offer you my hand to assist you down from the cake. You step out and stand before me; I look down into those dark eyes and slowly, softly speak your name.

"Catalina..."

I search your face and you look down in a submissive way, and then back up with a shy innocent smile. Your face is so angelic I am breathless. I look to your lips, then back to your eyes, as if asking permission to kiss them. The answer is my image as it is reflected in the dark pool of your eyes and I know it is alright. Tipping my head slightly, I lean in and kiss you. Our lips meet lightly at first...barely brushing. The kiss deepens as the joy of finally being together is realized.

I start to ask how you came to be here, in my office, in my arms. But you raise your hand and place a finger to my lips...

"Shhhhhh... Armando... Shhhh. Let it be and accept this for what it is."

I smile broadly and pull you into my arms...holding you tightly to me. The embrace is long and warm...I can feel your heart beating, as you can feel mine. We cling to one another; if anything to reassure that we are indeed together. Then we dance to the music of Norah Jones, softly humming the melody to one another. 

After a long while we step apart. I shake my head as I look down at your scantly clad body. "Dear Cat...you'll catch a cold dressed like that."

I turn around and pull my black leather jacket off the coat stand and wrap it about your shoulders. You turn into the coat and press your back against me. I burry my nose in your hair... inhaling your scent and whisper...

"Are you hungry for something my dear after such a long journey?"

Catalina:

"Mmmmmmm..." I smile as I turn to face you, pulling the leather tighter around myself, covering the skimpy, spangled silver dress that stopped just below the delta of my thighs...

"I could be hungry for something, yes."

You smile as your eyes make another slow circuit of me. Taking in my long, svelte legs peeking out from beneath the hem of your jacket made absolutely delicious looking by the high stiletto heals that I wear. Pushing back the edges of your sports coat, you put your hands in your pants pockets...

"How hungry are you, dear?" ...tipping your head to the side as you await my answer.

Slowly my own eyes travel up and down, hooded beneath thick lashes, and you see a sparkle in the dark orbs. "Oh, I'm very hungry, I think... Yes... very hungry. What did you have in mind, Armando?"

You lean back against your desk and pretend to ponder as I turn away and begin to nib around your office, peeking into every nook and cranny in my curiosity. I bend to take a look at something on a low shelf, and the hems of my dress and your coat inch up, revealing the first subtle curves of my firm little bum. I hear a soft sound come from you as you shift, and feel the heat of your gaze on my ass. You speak in a low, husky voice,

"Oh I know what I want now Catalina!"

I turn to face you again, dwarfed by your coat, looking so delicate as I begin to move across the office space towards you. I reach you, standing toe to toe with you and I nudge your legs until they part, letting me push even closer between them. Standing pressed against you, the heat of my body seeping through the fabric of your suit. I tilt my head back to look up at you, saying softly,

"Whatever sounds good to you, Arman."

Your hands come up and rest on my hips through the leather of your jacket, but you become frustrated with the barrier. Dipping down, sliding your hands up under the edge of your coat until your fingertips graze the silky material of my dress as it hugs my hips. Your strong hands pull my body tighter into the v of your thighs, pressing me against yourself as you reply,

"I think a peach sounds delicious right about now."

Armando:

Seeing a seductive smile break over your face I lift you up and turn around to set you on the desktop. Licking my lips I lean in and tenderly kiss yours. Pulling back slightly...the moist flesh full of your scent...I inhale deeply. My tongue barely parting your lips, I slowly slide it one way, then back again.  And with each pass...I press it a little deeper between your lips. My hot mouth covers over yours...full on and firmly as I slither my way into you. Your taste is sweet nectar to me and my eyes close in the delight of it. Kissing deeply...I slide my hands down off your hips and caress the outsides of your thighs. Reaching down under your knees I pull up and outwards...moving to stand between your now open legs.

Eventually breaking the kiss...I lock my eyes on yours and slowly drop to my knees. You lean back on your elbows and wiggle your sexy bottom closer to the edge of the desk. I take hold of your hips to assist you...pressing hard against your flesh. I move my head from one side to the other...placing wet kisses on the insides of your knees. Slowly, inch by inch...my kisses move up your sexy thighs.

The scent and moist traces of your desire are most evident...I am mesmerized by your beauty. With my face between your thighs I gaze up at you, wanting you to see the pleasure this gives me.

All the while my fingertips caress the outer lines of your thighs...and start to tug down on the edges of your lacey panties. Ever so slowly...I pull them lower. At a point where the wet fabric is merely an inch from your creamy sex...I lean forward and grab hold of them with my teeth. Pulling at them...drawing them down your silky thighs and over your knees. You lift up one leg and pull your foot out of the dainty article. Reaching up I grasp your ankle, flicking out my tongue I trace a wet trail up the backside of your calf. Releasing your foot my hands drop to your knees...drawing your legs down...then apart. 

My kisses are more firm...moving up the inside of your thighs...one, then the other. Fingers kneading your flesh...I draw my tongue along the line where your thigh meets your hip...up one side, then down the other. And with each pass I slide my hot wet wiggling tongue closer and closer to your dripping pussy.

Pausing here...I look up to be sure you are watching me. And when I know I have your full attention...I lean lower...with my eyes locked on yours...and draw the tip of my tongue upwards along the slick folds of your pouting lips. Just barely brushing them I watch your reaction. Breathing out heavily, my hot breath bathes you. Like a flow of electricity, my touch sends shivers thru your body. Your eyes close part way and your head leans back.

As I had done with the kiss earlier, my tongue spreads your pussy open a little bit more with each stroke. Pressing my lips fully against your quivering sex and with one slow deliberate motion I drive my tongue into you. Your juices flow freely ...coating my chin and your anus. I hold you firmly by the hips, and draw up my tongue and flick it across your hardened clit. Your body reacts and bucks upwards as a deep moan escapes your lips.

Moving it to and fro...my tongue is rigid as it presses into your pussy. Alternating between flicking and sucking my mouth covers your sex. Your hips undulate in rhythm to my lashing. The muscles in your legs flex and tighten...my tongue diving harder and faster into your wet little pussy.

You taste so sweet to me. Sucking your cunt, I relish every drop of your creamy nectar. I feel you begin to spasm as you draw closer to orgasm. My lips wrap about your hard clit and begin to suck on it like a straw. And at that very moment I reach up and slide a finger into your aching pussy. First one, then two press into you...moving rapidly in and out...finger fucking it hard. My lips suck relentlessly on your clit as the orgasm washes over you. 

Catalina:

My head thrown back, legs weak and trembling, I half lay over the desk, panting fast breaths in and out of my straining lungs. My heart beats hard in the soft spot below my neck, and it throbs in my ears... The haze clears as I feel your tongue still lapping slowly at my pulsing pussy, taking up every drop of my sweet cream. My hips jerk slightly as your tongue touches the tip of my clit, the flesh still too sensitive to bear it. I chuckle huskily as you look up at me from your crouched position between my legs and say...

"Did you enjoy your peach, Armando?"

I watch as you smile devilishly and stand, grabbing my hips just a bit roughly and pressing your hard bulge against my pussy, your steel like arms holding my body to yours. You grind against me, replying...

"Mmmmm...what do you think? After all, it was a very tasty peach..." 

I laugh and feel your hand dip down between my thighs, pushing your finger into my pussy. I whimper in pleasure, and my eyes widen slightly as you remove it, dripping with my juices, and hold it to my lips...

"In fact, Cat, it was such a tasty treat that I feel bad keeping it all to myself. Want a taste?"

I lean forward, with eyes still focused on you as my mouth opens slowly engulfing your finger. My lips close around the digit, tongue presses like wet satin against you as I firmly suck all my cream off your finger.

"MMMMmmmm... You're right, Armando. A very sweet peach indeed."

You laugh softly, reaching up and pulling the jacket off my shoulders, tossing it away.

"You're not cold anymore, are you dear one?" I shake my head, reaching down for the hem of my dress and pulling it slowly up my body.

"Not at all, Armando...in fact, I'm rather hot." The dress comes up and off, flying away the same path as the jacket. 

Laughing softly as I sit before you, my bare little ass on the edge of your desk, nipples hard upon pert breasts. I shake my hair back, letting it flow down behind me like black silk, I loop my arms around your neck, and slide one foot up your calf.

"It's hardly fair though," I say with a pout, "that I'm all naked and you've still got your tie on, for goodness' sake!"

"Well, that can be remedied dear one" you say with a laugh.

Eagerly, my hands reach for your tie, loosening it and pulling it over your head, tossing it away to lay with the other discarded clothes. My fingertips race over your buttons, opening them quickly and revealing your hair covered chest. Distracted from my task and with approving pleased sounds bubbling up from within me, I drive my fingers into your chest and comb through it.

I lean forward, pressing a hot moist kiss to your collarbone. My hands sift down and reach your belt. Beneath their deft ministrations it flips open, followed by the button of your pants, and then your fly. I look up at you and laugh softly as my hand disappears into the opening I made.

"Well well well... What do we have here?"

Armando:

What you find is a very hard cock which jerks somewhat when you touch it, and a deep moan rumbles in my chest.

"Oh yes Cat...mmmmm that's for you. Can you feel how hard it is for you baby?"

You smile and tug me closer to you...

"Yes I can Arman...and I want it now!"

Saying this, we remove the rest of my clothing and toss it in the pile.

You wrap your legs around my thighs and you use your well muscled extremities to pull me closer. My cock in eager anticipation heads directly for your well oiled pussy. I pause as the bulging head begins to press against your pouty petals and we look deeply into one another's eyes. There is such a look of devotion and desire passing between us, we utter not a word.

Your eyes close somewhat as I press myself into you. Slowly I burry my cock into you until my balls slap against your ass. So wet and hot...your pussy sucks my raging manhood right in. You feel it press against your g-spot and a shiver of erotic electricity courses through your body. You moan and close your eyes tightly drawing your legs in tight to hold me in that position. You rock your hips slightly to increase the sensation and you begin to shudder.

Our lips find each others and we kiss deeply... passing precious air between us...our souls mingling. We moan into one another's mouths in a guttural cry of lust. Your legs release me and I begin to pump my cock in and out rapidly. I pull it out so just the tip remains nestled in the engorged folds...then ram it back in hard and deep. We break the kiss lest we pass out from lack of oxygen, gasping hard to retain consciousness as the waves of pleasure wash over us. You can feel my cock swell even larger as my balls spasm with the impending orgasm.

"Yes...mmmmmmmmm oh yes Cat...you are soooooo good...baby...mmmmmmmm I'm so close baby... ... ummmmmahhhh... ..."

Catalina:

"OH yes, ARMANDO!"

My voice is ragged, broken as I buck my hips up into yours,

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

My nails tear down your back as I lift into you, raising my hips to the thrusts of your cock deep inside my sopping, sloppy pussy. I semi-recline on the desk, the motion tensing my lower stomach which causes my pussy to clench like a fist about your cock, and you shudder with the added tightness the motion gives to my already snug cunt. 

Abruptly, you pull completely out of me, answering my cry of dismay with your hands on me, pulling me up to stand before the desk, spinning me around and pushing me down again, your hand between my shoulder blades so I lay belly-down over the desk. You nudge my legs apart with yours and move between my thighs, guiding your aching cock back into my welcoming pussy. You watch yourself thrust in and out of me. How you move with slow precision, long liquid strokes that push and pull your hot throbbing flesh in and out of my swollen dark pink lips. They suck at your cock, trying to draw you in as I squirm and whimper with need. My hands pressed flat to the glossy surface of your desk as I rise to my tip toes, arching back at you. Your words come to me, husky and dark...

"You like me fucking you, don't you? God it's so hot, watching my cock ram in and out of that sweet little pussy... Your lips keep pulling at me, like they don't want me to leave..."

Your words are punctuated by your thrusting hips.

"Do you need me, Catalina? Need me to fuck you senseless? Say it..."

Your hand wraps tight in my hair as you ease the motion of your hips. Your cock glides achingly slow in and out of my pussy. Ready to scream for want of you, that elusive orgasms hovering just out of reach, I reply brokenly, the sweat rolling down my back,

"Yes, yes yes! I need you, Arman, I need you to fuck my aching pussy, fuck me senseless... Oh, God, please!"

Your thrusts become erratic now, rough and hard and fast, driving us both closer and closer and closer to the peak.

Armando:

Moving my hips forward and back driving my cock deeply into you. Pulling you upwards, causing your back to arch, I release one hands hold from your hair and cup it over your soft breast. Tweaking the nipple between my fingers... pulling on it just as my cock reaches its deepest penetration.

"Oh yes Catalina...I'm going to fuck you...mmmmm yes gonna fuck that sweet pussy of yours."

I hear you moan loudly in reply and I vary the speed at which my cock is pounding into you. At one point...I stop just as I pull out ... and grab my throbbing tool to move it up and down along your wet folds. I press the swollen head against your clit, then drive back into you hard and deep.

Your moans turn to screams of pleasure as I hammer at your cunt. I pull even harder on your hair and lean over to growl to your ear...

"Mmmmmmm and you like it rough too don't you my little fuck toy?"

You stammer that you do...and then beg me to fuck you harder...to never stop. This said I release your breast and slap the flat of my hand hard on your upper hip. My strong fingers kneed the flesh, my moans grow more urgent as the impact of this drives home. I realize that I'm a mere heartbeat away from an earth shattering orgasm and reluctantly I pull free.

Turning you over once again, grabbing your ankles and pulling your legs upwards. Stepping in I press my man flesh against your very swollen lips and look up at you. Your flushed angelic face is twisted in such a look of concentration I press my cock in slowly and instruct you to touch your clit.

Eagerly you comply... sliding your shaking hand down over your breast, pausing briefly to tug at your nipple... then down over your stomach. Your fingers slip past your pussy to feel my balls as they ram against your wet ass, working their way eventually to your hard protruding clit.

I look down at you and groan. The sight of you playing with yourself drives me absolutely crazy... and I ram myself into you with the fury of a madman. I arch my head back straining to hold off the white light. The edges of my vision begin to blur, the only thing I see is your beautiful face. Hearing you pant in short gasps as you draw inevitably closer to climax.

Your legs are propped up on my shoulders... my hands caressing your thighs. I'm concentrating with equal fervor to assure that we reach the ultimate high at the same moment.

Catalina:

 

I can feel my climax surging closer and closer, burning up my thighs, tensing the muscles in their wake until my body is drawn tight as a bow string. My cunt is clenched around your cock like a miser's fist around his gold. My breath grows ragged, turning into whimpering pants that keep time with your thrusts until I scream as the orgasm envelopes me. Your voice comes to me,

"Yes, baby, yes... Cum for me... cum for me now..."


The Couple Ch. 01



Chapter 01: Coming Home

Clarabelle drives home with a bit of a headache. She stops at a stoplight and closes her eyes for a moment. She tries to block out the day; the whining kids, the pathetic excuses, she just wants to get home. She opens her eyes just as the light turns green. After another block, she stops again at a red light. Trying not to let the frustration get to her, she tries to think of something happy to help her fend off the creeping pain in her head. 

Looking out the driver's side window, she remembers how good it felt the other night as she and Cameron made love. He had surprised her and bent her over their bed with her feet still on the floor. She tries to imagine him driving his hard cock deep inside of her, the wonderful feeling of being filled with him. A smile comes over her face at the thought of her orgasm.

When the car in front of her moves forward, she steps on the gas with a little more urgency. She begins to get a little exited at the thought of Cameron inside of her. As she slows to stop at another light however, she quickly remembers that despite working at home, Cameron was "home sick" with a cold. He called into his part-time teaching job in the morning to request a sub. With a sigh, she begins to think of the things they could still do.

Obviously they can't kiss, not on the lips anyway, not if she wants to stay healthy herself. Biting her lower lip, her mind wanders. She wonders if he has even showered. Oh, she hopes he's feeling better.

Pulling into the garage, she parks and gets out of the car. She feels the surprise of wetness between her legs and smiles as it turns her on.

Stepping inside, she's greeted by Cameron coming down the stairs, still in the pajama pants and t-shirt she left him in that morning. "Hey honey..." Claire says, watching him take each step. "Did you get to take a shower today?"

"Of course, I just got back into my comfies since I wasn't going anywhere."

"How you feeling?" she puts her stuff down on the couch.

"I'm okay, still sneezing. But I'm on drugs, so I'm good. How are you?"

"I've got a bit of a headache."

"I'm sorry. We're pretty messed up aren't we?"

"Yeah, but I did a little self-medicating on the way home, and I kinda thought, maybe..." A seductive look comes over her.

"You want a message?"

"Oh, that would be nice," she smiles, "but no. I was thinking maybe you could read me a story..." she says biting her lower lip. "I'll take a rain check on the message though, since you're not feeling well."

"Hmm...what kind of story?" Cameron asks, playing along with the game.

"A sexy story, something that will turn me on and help the pain to go away."

"I see, you want that kind of medication. So what kind of 'self medicating' were you doing on the way home?"

Claire walks up closer, he looks down into her beautiful blue eyes. "I was just thinking about how you fucked me the other night...from behind." When Claire's words leave her mouth she immediately feels Cameron's cock stir in his pants. She smiles and takes hold of his semi-erect cock through his pants and pumps it gently.

"I see," Cameron says, "and did your thoughts get you wet?"

Claire licks her lip and nods in agreement, "Yeah. It really helped take the pain away for a little while."

"And you want me to read you a story to help further ease the pain?" 

"Yeah...will you? I know you've got something."

"And then what? You know we can't kiss...I don't want to get you sick too."

Claire smiles at him, "Well maybe we could do some other things. Maybe we could reenact parts of the story? We can do everything else but kiss."

"Well, I might just have a story for you," he says slyly.

"Good...well why don't you print it out, and I'll change my clothes and I'll meet you in the bedroom in five...make it ten."

Cameron smiles. "Okay, ten it is."

A few minutes later, Claire lays on the bed wearing a small red thong and a tight, short, red t-shirt which reveals her pierced belly button and hard protruding nipples of her full size, naturally perky, C-cup breasts. Her shoulder length blonde-brown hair is pulled back in a pony tail. 

Cameron sits crossed legged with a couple pieces of paper in hand. Claire isn't a real thong fan, she only wears them for Cameron. She much prefers wearing nothing or for everyday wear, a simple cotton bikini cut. However, tonight she figures it would not only provide a good view, but easy access. 

Cameron begins to read as Claire watches and listens. Soon Claire finds her eyes closed, her hands cupping her breasts and her breathing quickening. It's not long before Claire begins to rub herself over her red thong, occasionally pulling it to one side to feel her wetness as it builds. Cameron steals glances between sentences, feeling his cock get harder as he watches Claire touch herself.

Towards the end of the story, Claire lets out loud moan as her legs tense and she begins to cum. Cameron pauses his reading to let her finish. A few moments later when her body relaxes, Cameron continues and concludes the story. Claire lays with her eyes closed and her hands on her mound keeping pressure applied. Cameron watches her lay blissfully with her legs spread wide. He slides his hand up her leg and back down. Slowly she opens her eyes. "That was fucking amazing," Claire says. Cameron smiles at her admiringly.

"How's your head?" Cameron asks.

With a grin on her face, Claire says, "I came three times."

"I know I was watching."

"Good story hon," Claire sits up.

"Thanks, I figured that would do the trick."

"Did it ever. We should do that more often, cheaper than medication, and much more fun!" She looks into Cameron's eyes and then pushes him backwards onto the bed. "How can I ever thank you, kind sir?" Claire feigns as she readjusts on the bed. "I'm just a simple girl, and I don't know how I could ever repay you for your generosity?" she quotes a line from the story then pulls the t-shirt over her head.

She spreads the opening of Cameron's pajama pants and reaches her hand inside grabbing his quickly hardening cock. Pulling it out, she swallows it whole. Cameron sighs with pleasure. "I think you need to seriously think about it long and hard before you decide," he says.

"Oh I do..." Claire says and then licks slowly up the bottom of his erect shaft. She darts her tongue in and out over his hole at the top of his penis and then swirls her tongue around the tip driving him crazy. "I think you're a little over dressed here," Claire says, pulling at his pants. Cameron raises his hips and let's his pants slide down and off.

Cameron sits up and pulls his shirt over his head. Claire moves in close to his lips and then moves down and takes a nipple into her mouth. Cameron throws his shirt to the ground and lays back. She runs her hands up the inside of his thigh, feeling the hair on his leg as she moves to cup his balls. The softness of his fleshy sack and the smoothness of his shave send her arousal through the roof. Cameron likes to shave everything for Claire. She never complained about his hair but she does like him shaven, it's less for her to deal with when she blows him.

"Very nice shave," Claire says.

"You like it?"

"Love it..." she says, taking his right testicle into her mouth, she strokes his cock. "You're so soft." Claire backs away and asks, "How you doing? You're not going to cum yet, are ya?"

"I'm good, real good. Don't stop."

"I thought I would."

"What?"

Claire smiles, "Just kidding. I want you to control what goes in my mouth," she says, laying down with her head at the edge of the bed. "I want you to stand up and come over to this side of the bed, so I'm underneath you."

Cameron stands up and moves to the side of the bed with his cock and balls above Claire's mouth. She sticks her tongue out in wanting, Cameron lowers his balls to her mouth. Licking them one by one, she swirls her tongue around each, coating them with her saliva. "You're so soft, hmm..." she says as she takes his entire testicle into her mouth.

Letting his testicle out of her mouth, she leans her head back and licks between his balls and his anus. Cameron moans. "You like that, huh?"

"Yeah, that's nice," he says, moving his balls across her face. She lets out a slight moan as his soft fleshy sack moves over her closed eyes and forehead.

"I want that cock," Claire demands.

"I thought I got to control what goes in your mouth."

"You do, but a girl can want can't she?"

"I suppose," Cameron says as he dips his cock down to Claire's outstretched tongue. He allows her to lick the tip, getting some of his pre-cum on her tongue before he pulls back and smiles. "How's that taste?"

"Hmm...very good, can I have more?" He dips his cock down again as Claire takes it into her mouth. Cameron's balls brush against Claire's cheek. She moves her hand underneath and cups both in one hand and pulls gently.

"You want more, huh?" Cameron asks, pulling out his wet cock from her mouth.

"Yes sir," Claire says sheepishly as if she's been caught doing something dirty.

"How would you like it served?"

"Well, that depends," she runs her hand lightly down his hard shaft.

"On what?"

"How many times you think you can cum tonight."

"Well, do you still have more in you?" Cameron asks.

"I always have more in me, baby. But if you can cum more than once I have one answer. If you can only cum once, I have another. But whatever you say, I'm gonna hold you to it. And I understand, you're not feeling well, so don't push yourself," she says mischievously.

Cameron smiles, "Well I don't want to seem presumptuous or anything. But I think you've got the talent to bring me back around as much as you'd like. I'm gonna say two, maybe three, definitely two times though, on account being under the weather and all." 

"Twice huh? Well now where getting somewhere. Now, I have another question for you. You want to take a shower afterwards with me?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, how you answer that question affects my answer. You see if you don't want to take a shower then there's no point in getting all messy with your cum all over me. If you do want to take a shower, then it's all fair game."

"I always love taking a shower with you. Why would I ever turn that invite down? So back to the original question, how would you like my cock served?" Cameron asks with a naughty smile.

Claire bites her lower lip and thinks. "Well...I'd like it served in a way that you haven't served it in a while. I want you to cum all over me."

"You want a facial?" Cameron asks, his cock getting excited again. He has always loved cumming all over her, he likes to see his cum land on her glorious body.

"Not just a facial, I want you to come all over me, my face, my chest my breasts...everywhere. I want your hot cum all over me." His cock now stiff as a board at the sound of her words. "But then...I want it served up from behind, I want you to pound me and fuck me like you did the other night. But, only after you finger fuck my nice softly shaved pussy as I lay here with your cum all over me. I want to cum with your fingers inside of me. Then once you've had time to rest a bit, I want you to bend me over, pull my hair, and pound your hard cock into my dripping wet pussy."

Wow, she can really talk dirty, Cameron thinks.

"Think you're up for that serving, big boy?"

Cameron smiles, "Absolute..." Before he can finish the word, she has her mouth around his hard cock licking and sucking it, coaxing his cum out. He lets her move her head back and deep throat him, the tip of his cock going all the way to the back of her throat. This really gets him going.

"You just tell me when, and I'll take care of the rest," she says, licking his balls as she strokes his cock. Then she takes her tongue and puts into his hole lapping at the pre-cum. A strand of cum connects the tip of his cock to her tongue. She wipes her mouth and runs her tongue once again up and down his already wet cock.

Cameron lets out a grunt of ecstasy and manages to mutter words that sound like "I'm gonna cum." Claire takes his cock and pumps him slowly, she aims it at her chest as he ejaculates all over her. Then, knowing it would really turn him on, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue like a porn star as she points his cock at her mouth in hopes of catching his next load. Cameron cums and it lands on her chin, then on the tip of her tongue. She keeps her tongue held out as he continues to unload his creaminess onto her neck and chest. With continued massaging of his cock, she pumps it slowly. He watches as she sits up and takes him, once again, into her mouth. When she pulls out she licks at his head again, swirling her tongue around and around.

"You like that serving?" Claire asks.

Cameron cannot muster words. He falls down on the bed with his head at her feet then closes his eyes and rests. A moment later he opens his eyes to find Claire's legs spread, her thong hanging loosely around her left ankle, and her beautifully shaved pussy waiting for him. Smiling, he sits up, bends down and runs his tongue over her moist soft lips and kisses her thighs. Parting her lips with his hand, he gently licks at her hole, moving slowly to her clit. With swirls of his tongue around her clit, she closes her eyes and sighs with pleasure. He takes his time, enjoying every sensation, her smell, her touch, her taste, all of it intoxicating. 

Cameron sucks her clit into his mouth and laps at it with his tongue, then plunges two fingers inside her sex. Her juices pour out over his hand. Claire's body moves in time to his pushing in and out of her pussy. It doesn't take long this time before she begins to moan, her body tensing.

"Don't stop, oh...don't stop..." she says, squeezing tightly around his fingers. "Oh...oh!" Claire's body trembles and she gives into wave after wave of beautiful orgasms. She grabs at her breasts and runs her fingers through Cameron's cum, wiping it all over her aureolas and her nipples. She licks her fingers seductively. Cameron watches her as he works her twat with his fingers. "That's it baby, fuck me...fuck me." Cameron breaks from his finger fucking to ease up and get a closer look at Claire's cum covered breasts. She eyes him with a devilish look of expectancy. Without a word, he lowers his head and licks at her right nipple licking off his own cum. Claire moans and smiles, sliding two fingers into her pussy. Cameron takes her entire nipple into his mouth and sucks it clean. "You like how you taste on me?"

"Hmm, mmm," he says without removing his mouth from her.

When he finishes cleaning her right nipple, he moves to her left and does the same thing. "That's so fucking hot! Watching you lick your own cum off my nipple." She plunges her fingers into herself further and because of the combination of watching Cameron and her own touch, she cums quickly.

When he's finished, Cameron licks his way down her stomach to the top of her slit. Claire's body relaxes as he leans down and smells her beautiful scent and licks her clit slowly. Claire starts to laugh, "Wait, you have to wait..." Cameron smiles and sits up again.

After a couple of minutes just laying next to each other, Claire sits up and wraps her hand around Cameron's half erect penis. She leans down and licks from his balls all the way to the tip, then tugs gently at his cock getting it to it's upright position again. "That's my favorite size," she says going all the way down on him and slowly drawing up.

Cameron rolls over onto his back as Claire rolls onto her side, he smacks her ass playfully. "Hmm...I like that...you wanna tap that?" she asks, rolling over onto her knees then standing at the side of the bed. "You ready to fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours?"

"Of course."

Cameron rolls off the bed and stands behind Claire, cupping her breasts with both hands. She can feel his cock move up and down the crack of her ass. Cameron takes one hand and pulls Claire's hair and pushes her forward onto the bed. She spreads her legs while still standing on the floor. Cameron takes his cock and smacks it against her asshole, she laughs. He then slides it down and finds her pussy still very warm and very wet. Sliding the head of his cock inside her, she moans then whimpers as he pulls it out. "All the way...please."

Again he takes his cock and rubs it up and down her crack and outside her lips before slipping inside halfway. "Don't tease me baby...fuck me," she pleads as he pulls it out once again. But before she can say anything he thrusts it back inside her parting her lips and pushing all the way up into her. With a quick gasp of excitement and astonishment, she relaxes her body feeling his full eight inches inside her. He pulls his penis out and thrusts it in again, then pumps her hard as their bodies move in perfect rhythm.

"Yes, Cameron, oh, yes!" He slaps her ass in playful fun. She turns and watches in the mirror as his hard cock slides in and out of her desiring hole. She loves the feel of him inside her.

Finally, after the rigorous dance of fucking and pumping, both of them cum together, something they rarely do. Both let out cries of ecstasy as they collapse onto the bed out of breath.

After a few blissful moments, Claire looks at Cameron, "I love you, husband."

Cameron smiles back at her with sheer delight and says, "I love you too, baby. How about that shower now?"



The Couple Ch. 01



I'm helpless to do anything but obey as I continue to shudder and whip beneath you. Waves of pleasure crash over me, drowning me as I grab hard on the edge of the desk to hold myself down. I feel your thrusts strengthen; deepen, until finally your guttural cry lets loose, long and loud. And you, too, climax.

Your seed pumps into my pussy, hot and scalding. It coats the still spasming walls of my cunt as I pant for breath, trying to calm myself. You push my legs off your shoulders, and collapse upon me. Your heart races in time with mine, your breath blows hot on my sweaty neck causing me to shiver. I wrap my legs loosely around your waist as my arms loop about your neck; eyes closing weakly as tiny aftershocks of pleasure ripple though my body.

"Mmmmm... Armando."

You move your cock again in my pussy, shuddering yourself as you enjoy your own tremors. Your organ slowly begins to soften within the cradling walls of my pussy. I feel your lips on my neck, kissing softly before you bite my flesh, sucking hard and leaving a love mark - branding me. I laugh huskily, squirming softly beneath you...

"Guess you liked your surprise, huh?"

End of Part One (Part Two: The Conquest – is coming soon!) 



The Couple Ch. 02



Part Two: The Conquest

Armando:

I lean over the desk and punch the intercom to my assistant, and much to your delight, I inform her that I will be taking the rest of the afternoon off. She acknowledges me and says suspiciously…

“You guys have a good time”

We both have a shocked, then embarrassed look as we realize that our little secret isn’t such a secret after all. We decide to slip out the back way so as not to further fuel the fires of her imagination and jealousy.

Wrapped in my coat in an attempt to keep you warm, I realize that it just won’t do. So instead of turning for home, I make out for the highway and head for the local mall. You of course have no idea where I’m heading and are content for me to take you wherever I wish. Laying your head on my shoulder…your fingers are slipped between the buttons of my shirt absentmindedly playing with my fur.

You doze off as the drive takes the better part of thirty minutes. I find a parking place as close to the door as possible and lean down to kiss your forehead and gently wake you.

“Catalina…Catalina My pet…wake up sleepy head.”

I am breathless, for as you stir, you turn your angelic face and your eyes open. Such a sleepy and innocent look yet so totally captivating and beautiful. I can only smile and wait for you to take in the surroundings.

“What…what is this – where are we?” You stammer.

Kneeling down next to you, looking you deeply in the eyes I reply…

“My dear, I wanted to surprise you. I thought it best I get you some clothes that are better suited for the cold weather we’re having.”

You nod happily…wrapping your arms about my neck and kissing me playfully.

“Thank you Arman….”

We hurry into the crowded mall…becoming lost in the throngs of holiday shoppers. Your attire generates a few odd looks which we simply smile away and make our way to the clothier. With my jacket about your shoulders we peruse the racks, stopping to look at a wide range of outfits…settling on a nice pair of tight jeans with a deep red blouse. To round out the attire we pick out a rather stunning black silk dress…cut high on the thigh, with matching hoes, shoes and choker. Finally we come to the winter apparel department and find you a cute knit hat, scarf and gloves…and of course a long black leather coat.

Turning to look at you I stifle a chuckle, as you are standing there with arms extended and an ever-growing pile of garments in them. Your appreciative smile says it all and we head for the checkout desk. The attendant rings up the purchase and I happily sign the sales ticket. You ask the girl behind the counter about changing into some of the things and she shows you to the dressing rooms. A few minutes later you emerge wearing the jeans - your skimpy attire stuffed into the shopping bags with the other items we purchased. 

Heading out of the store I ask if you are up for a bite to eat – of REAL food. Grabbing my arm and entwining it in yours you nod and we make for the restaurant at the other end of the mall. Strolling along, window-shopping as we go, at times we are arm in arm, in others with arms wrapped about each other. We pass a Victoria Secrets store and something in the window catches my attention. I must have paused or stared at it a bit too long, for you tug at my arm urging us to continue…your tummy growling in need of sustenance. I relent and move quickly with you the rest of the way.

After having a pleasant dinner and a few drinks we head back for the car. About halfway there you stop and beg me to stay, as you need to dash back to get something. I protest because I don’t wish to be apart from you, but you assure me that you will be right back. I concede and find a seat on a bench while you make your way through the crowded mall. 

Catalina:

Turning back before I round a corner, I blow you a kiss and a wink, and then scurry away. My footsteps are hurried in the simple shoes we purchased along with the jeans and red blouse I wear. My eyes flick continuously around the mall, searching for landmarks I imprinted on my mind. Just as I feel uncertainty overtake me, I see my goal. Victoria’s Secrets looms ahead of me and I grin with eagerness and excitement. I pause outside the store, looking in at the window display that you noticed earlier. Nodding to myself, I push open the door and walk in. 

A young petite blonde cashier greets me with a smile, and I raise my hand self-consciously to cover the hickie you gave me. When she asks if she can be of help, I nod and ask her to show me where the window display items can be found. She leads me to them and I thank her, waiting until she leaves to begin perusing the rack. Finding the correct size, I glance about until I locate the fitting room and take my prize back through the curtain that covers the door.

I slip out of the tight jeans and blouse, leaving only the silky thong. Removing the lingerie from the hanger I hold it up to me first, looking at it, wondering if I can pull it off. Pushing aside my doubts, I slither my way into the silk and lace concoction and look at myself in the wrap-around mirror.

The black silk hugs my curves, molding to every inch of my body. I glance behind me; taking in the rear reflection and purr, knowing you’ll like it more on me than on the mannequin. The pearl g-string disappears down the crevice of my ass, looking like a stream of pearly cum dripping down between my cheeks. I pull it off again in a hurry, feeling the thong I’m wearing getting a little damp again as I tug my clothes back on. I ring out at the register and hurry with the bag to the candy store that’s across the way.

Rushing in and over to the specialties counter in the back, I pick up two dozen chocolate covered strawberries, some chocolate truffles and caramels. I dump the conspicuous pink and white striped Victoria’s Secrets bag in the trashcan, tucking my slinky purchase deep down beneath the chocolates. 

I return to the bench and smile to see you worriedly checking your watch and looking about at all the people passing by. I tug playfully on your ear, having snuck up behind you and tease…

“Aren’t you ready to go yet?”

Armando:

I turn around and smile…

“No…I love to mall watch.” Chuckling… “What’d ya get?”

You pull the package behind your back teasingly and tell me it’s a surprise. Standing slowly I fake an attempt to grab the package but you step back shaking your head.

“No no no...Later.”

Smiling I extend my hand and say excitedly…

“Come on…let’s go.”

Walking along beside you with my arm wrapped about your waist, I drop my hand to your ass and give it a good pinch. You squeal and try to squirm free but I hold you in my vice-like grasp…

“You can’t get away from me that easy you little minx…”

Grinning you lean your head on my shoulder and we make our way out of the mall. The sky has grown darker as the days get shorter and shorter till the winter solstice comes. Shivering, as it has also gotten much colder.

I open the car door for you and try to get a peek inside the bag as you slip into the seat. Your legs, the new jeans fitting so nice and tight to them, damn sexy, distract me. I grin and close the door. We leave the mall and begin the drive home. I adjust the XM-Radio to play some holiday music and we head down the road listening to Nat King Cole singing Adeste Fideles.

Once we arrive home I turn off the motor plunging us into silence. The soft glow of the yard light shines down into the car casting your face in hidden shadows. I cannot make out your expression. Finally I speak…

“Are you ready for the nickel tour?”

We go thru the garage making our way inside. The interior is dark and cavernous. I flip on a light revealing the various man toys hung upon the walls. A speedboat on its trailer is parked in the furthest stall. I close the door behind us with my foot and show the way…opening a stain glass door that leads into the house proper. 

We walk into the kitchen, which is open to the great room. The vaulted ceiling reaches up 16 feet with various angles going this way and that. You notice a spiral staircase descending into a dark room below, and to either side of the room there are doors leading to the various guest and bedrooms.

I reach down to grab a remote and press a button. The massive room fills with soft jazz, the music seeming to come from every corner. I move to stand behind you, wrapping my arms about your waist, leaning my head over your shoulder and saying softly to your ear…

“Welcome home love.”

I turn you about in my arms and look down into your face. As I reach up to gently stroke your cheek you say…

“Oh Armando, it’s absolutely beautiful.”

I smile and whisper my reply…

“It is made even more so by your presence here dear one.”

Saying this I begin to remove your coat…running my hands down your upper arms…pulling you to me and kissing you deeply.

Catalina:

Lifting to my toes, I kiss you hungrily in return, lips parting for your tongue as I feel the leather jacket sliding off my arms, and pooling at my feet. I lift my hands, twining my fingertips through your hair as I step closer to you, melding our bodies from chest to pelvis. My mouth leaves yours and I laugh huskily as I feel your hardness pressing into my belly.

“Mmmmmm...” my eyes laugh up at you. “Is little Arman happy to see me?”

Your hands settle on my hips, pulling me closer to you as you grind yourself slowly against me, a motion reminiscent of this afternoon that sets the flesh between my thighs to melting.

Taking that as your answer, I dive into your lips again, kissing you, my tongue darting out to the seam of your lips, seeking entry. Growling, I tug at the hair in my hands, pulling your head back roughly as my lips attack your neck, sucking and nibbling and teasing, tasting your flesh.

You indulge me for a long moment, and then reach behind your head, grabbing my hands and easily dislodging them from your hair. You pull my hands down and behind my back, pinning them there with one of your hands about my wrists. Your free hand reaches up, and begins to unbutton the blouse you just bought me. Laughing, eager to be rid of the shirt I try to help you, but your hand on mine holds firm and I can’t move my arms. A slight frown crosses my face, just a tiny furrow between my brows as I try again to pull my hands free of your grip.

“Arman?” My voice is questioning, just a little edgy, not quite in favor of this restriction. 

You lift your eyes from the strip of my flesh revealed by the parting blouse and raise an eyebrow at me.

“Cat?”

Your voice is teasing, the question in it rhetorical as you go back to unbuttoning my blouse. When the red silk is completely open, you tug it from where it’s tucked in at my waist, pushing it wide open to reveal my heavy unbound breasts. Trying to sound firm, I say…

“Armando, let go of my hands. I don’t like this.”

Your fingertips tease my nipple, and you laugh as it hardens in response to your touch.

“It doesn’t look like you mind it too much dear one.” 

I jerk my hands again wanting free, not because I dislike this, but because I’m feeling edgy, wanting to take the lead. Your hand holds firm though, as your fingers slide down over my quivering belly to the buttons of my jeans. You pop the top one open and my breath stops, my stomach hollows. The next one follows the same way, and the next and the next until they’re all open. You push the flaps of fabric apart, revealing my smooth shaven mound, the pale flesh silky smooth.

You glance up at me quickly, assured that my protest is just for show and your hand slides down covering my pussy, holding it in your warm palm. I moan and dip my hips, rubbing myself against your hand. A rosy flush spreads up my skin covering my breasts, turning their pale flesh pink and making the hard nipples an even deeper shade of wine. You laugh again as your fingers part the swollen lips of my sex, anointing them with my sweet welcome. Suddenly, your long middle finger pushes to the opening of my cunt, and with your eyes locked to mine; you push it up inside of me. I groan loudly, head falling back with my hair brushing over our hands. Slowly you begin to fuck me with your finger, and you sense that I’m too carried away with sensation to struggle. You release my hands to tug off my shirt, and grab up my wrists again all before I can even protest. 

My eyes clear slightly as I realize what happened, but your mouth dips down to my nipple and begins to suckle as your finger continues to pump in my pussy. I move my hips to begin to grind and drive with your finger fucking, and you feel me coming closer and closer to the edge. With a long loud cry I cum, spilling my sweet juices into your palm as you half-hold me up. A helplessly smug, very male smile curves your lips as you say…

“Did you enjoy yourself, dear one?”

Armando:

You look up at me not saying a word. Your face a determined one as if to protest being restricted, but your eyes reveals the truth. They look upon me with total surrender. Removing my hand from your soaking sex I hold my dripping fingers between our faces…sucking one clean. Hands still held firm, your body sagging against mine for support. You don’t try to join me in sampling the tasty treat…yet your eyes plead to do so. I smile that man smile again and say…

“So delicious my pet…you would like some.”

Not a question but more a command - you obey and hungrily lick my hand.

“That’s a good girl.” Saying it like one would speak to a beloved animal.

In a flash your resilient nature takes over and you struggle very hard to free your hands. You succeed this time and push away from me. Your words stammer out, confused and jumbled for you are so angry yet so totally spent.

“What are you doing…wh…wh…why did you do that to me?”

I take a step towards you and you back away, continuing to do so until you bump into a piece of furniture. I move closer and you realize there is nowhere for you to go. The anger on your face is replaced by fear. Not a true terror, thinking perhaps this is a game that I’m playing…yet you’re not totally sure.

I am but a few feet in front of you when I stop and offer you my hand. The soft music seeming to fade to silence, the only sound is your beating heart. You hesitate…not sure what to do. Slowly you lift your hand to mine.

Tenderly I take you in hand and turn towards one of the doors leading off the great room. Opening it I step into the darkness and pull you in with me. You hear me mumble something as the room is suddenly filled with a soft warm light. You look around and are amazed by the contents. Obviously a bedroom as a frilly pink comforter covers the undisturbed bed. A matching chest of drawers, nightstand and dressing table are logically placed about the room. What seems odd about the room is one wall is completely mirrored and the floor space in front of it is clear of furniture and clutter.

I let go of your hand and walk over to the closet door. Opening it I disappear inside and return a few moments later carrying an outfit. I step past you and lay it out on the bed. You look down and are even more confused by what you see. You start to ask what it’s for when I tell you that after you clean up and put a face on that I want you to get dressed in this. I’ll be back in a little while and I’d like you to be ready when I return…so don’t dawdle. You begin to protest but I smile and turn, leaving the room and closing the door softly behind me.

Catalina:

I stand in the room, eyeing the outfit you left me with confusion still written all over my face. I think of the delicious little get-up I bought at Victoria’s Secret and can’t believe it. You want me to wear this! Not knowing what else to do, and wanting to make your wishes come true, I hook my fingers in the waist of my jeans and slide them down my legs, stepping out of them. I kick them into the corner and look at the outfit again. Shaking my head I begin to grin, wondering what on earth you’ve got in mind. I first pick up the shirt, slipping the simple tight white T over my head and pulling it on. It’s thin, transparent, and strains over my breasts. My tight nipples poke out prominently distending the fabric. Laughing softly I reach for the… gym shorts.

I pull the tiny red nylon things up my thighs, feeling distinctly naked as they cover my ass just barely. The little white racing strips up the side from the slits looks very sporty. Laughing to myself, I reach for the last bit of the ensemble, the tube socks. I pull them up and on, and then take a gander at myself in the mirror laughing still.

Remembering what you said about putting on a face, I hurry to the adjoining bathroom. Fixing my hair with a brush I find in the medicine cabinet until it lays sleekly about my face. I then pull it up into a high ponytail to match my sporty appearance. I wash my face and apply a light dusting of power, a bit of blush and pink eye shadow, just enough to give myself a rosy appearance. A light clear gloss on my already dark lips finishes me up.

Nervous now; I walk back to the bed and sit down on the edge of it listening for you to come back. My pussy still wet I squirm on the bed, whimpering softly as the seam of the shorts glides over my clit. Pleasure ripples through me. I repeat the motion, and the pleasure repeats itself too. I stop, listening for you, not sure given your dominant mood if you’d be pleased for me to be doing this. Unable to help myself, I continue. I even go so far as to slide my hand down, reaching under the waist of the shorts and palming my pussy with cool fingers.

I begin to tease myself, spreading my hot warm lips, and then slide my finger deep into my pussy. Once I adjust, I add a second finger and begin to fuck myself as my other hand comes down to flick across my clit. Rapidly I build myself towards climax. Falling back on the bed my heels come up to rest on the edge as I masturbate; so wrapped up in my pleasure that I don’t hear the door open. As I scream in climax, the sound muted by my teeth on my lip, you speak…

“Enjoy yourself this time too dear one?” Your voice is full of laughter and teasing. “Little slut.”

Armando:

Your flushed face turns even a darker shade of red as you hear my words. Sitting back up on the edge the bed with your head cast low unable to look at me…unable to speak. Submissively you fold your hands in your lap and wait to see what I’ll do next.

Moving closer to you I bend down and take your hands in mine, leaning even lower to see up into your face…

“Dear Catalina, if you don’t be careful your going to wear that sweet little pussy of yours out before I’m finished with it.”

Moving back somewhat I take your chin and cause you to look up at me.

“What you have done is wrong, wrong in the sense that I wasn’t here to watch. You know how that excites me so.” Pausing I search your face…

“You are going to have to be punished for this.”

Now I get a reaction, your expression moves from embarrassment to one of fear.

“Wha…what do you mean Armando…”

Standing I pull you up, look down into your face and speak very precisely.

“You are mine Cat, mine to do with as I please. And it would please me now for you to make up the score. By my count, my little fuck slut has three orgasms to my one.”

Shaking my head…

“This is hardly fair and needs to be reconciled immediately.”

Releasing you I step back and look you over head to toe…nodding approvingly.

“Very nice Catalina…looks hot on your young sexy body.”

Smiling you are relieved that I am not too angered with what you had done. You follow my instructions and walk over to the mirror…

“Look at yourself dear one. See what I see. And watch closely as I want you to do something for me.”




The Couple Ch. 02



You do as you’re told and look yourself over in the mirror. You hear a rustling sound behind you but are instructed not to look back.

“I want you to start doing jumping jacks…and pay special attention to your breasts as they bounce – see and feel how your nipples rub the tight fabric of your t-shirt.”

You chuckle at the request and reluctantly comply, extending your arms out from your side and taking a little hop.

“I’m serious Cat – jump!”

You begin, slowly at first. Moving beyond the strangeness of the act, you begin to feel the effect. Your leg muscles becoming heated and engorged as they pump and flex. With hands clapping above your head…your eyes are focused on the reflection of your breasts in the mirror. Every once and a while a tussle of hair flops down over your eyes but you are not distracted. You begin to pick up the pace as you feel the friction of the shirt over your nipples. They become hard with the sensation and protrude thru the fabric.

“Nice…very nice love…do you feel it? Do you feel the pleasure and pain of it?”

You moan in reply, body racked with the extremes of the act. Your legs and arms scream at you to stop, but your breasts never want this to end. Straining to speak as you gulp in air…

“I can’t…I can’t do this much longer.” 

I step in behind and you see my naked reflection in the mirror. I reach out and wrap my arms about your waist in mid-jump. Squealing we fall to the floor, you panting for breath with face flushed from the movement and its effects on your body. Still behind you, I move my hands to yours and look over your shoulder at our reflection in the mirror. We watch as I guide them to your breasts. My hot breath in your ear…

“If you need to touch yourself so badly hun, do so now with me.”

Our fingers flick over the hard nipples…kneading the flesh of your breasts. You roll your head back to rest on my shoulder with a shudder and a moan.

“Yes that’s right my little fuck slut...mmmm…see how good your breasts feel.”

I kiss your neck…and can feel how hard your heart is beating as the force of your blood courses thru your jugular. I suck hard branding you further.

With your fingers furiously flicking your nipples, I drop my hands to your aching thighs. Massaging them and enjoying the feel of the swollen muscles as they strain against my touch. From just above your knees and along the insides I draw my hands upwards. Closing my eyes I rely on my touch to relate the feel of them. Reaching the hemmed edge of the shorts I tug on them.

“Mmmmm help me here little one.”

Unable to speak you lower your hands and raise your bum up from the floor as I tug down your shorts.

“Yes that’s right…Oooo so hot.”

I capture your hand by the wrists as you try to reach your now wet and aching pussy, holding you firmly.

“No no slut…not till I say you can.”

Groaning in protest you open your eyes to look at me in the mirror.

“Put your legs up baby…lets get a good look at that sweet little pussy of yours.”

Your attention is on my face…and you see me staring at wet place between your splayed out thighs. Releasing your hands, I move mine behind your back. You can feel my hard cock pressing against you, and how it moves as I begin to stroke it.

“Now bitch, masturbate for me!”

Your face turns darker as your eager hands comply. Pinching your clit between your fingers, you hear me moaning. You can feel the pace of my stroking increase in response to the speed that your fingers flick your nub. We moan together now as the feelings consume us.

In a whirl of motion I spin you around, your hand pulls free from your pussy. I push hard and you fall down onto your back. Grabbing your knees I rip your thighs open and dive between them. In an instant my shaft of hot man flesh is rammed into your well-oiled cunt. I pound my hips up and down relentlessly, groaning loudly as I do. Caring not for your pleasure but concentrating on my own I fuck you. The sweat beading on my brow and dripping onto your chest, our sex sounds fill the room. Arching my head back, an animalistic groan rumbles up from within. At the last moment I pull myself out of you and jerk my cock hard, spewing forth loads of semen. The hot projectile reaches your face…and a glob of the sex cream lands on your lips, hits your chin and covers your neck and chest.

“Ahhhhhhhh fuck…fuck yes…mmmmm take it you little slut!”

Catalina:

I lay on the floor panting, just seconds away from climax as you jerk your cock and spew your load all over my face and chest. Whimpering I reach my hands down for my cunt, intending to finish myself off but you grab them and pin them by my head.

“No…”

Your voice is firm, even if it’s husky and broken with the aftershocks of your pleasure. I cry out in protest but you squeeze your hands about my wrists, shaking your head…dripping sweat onto my face.

“No… The count’s still three to two… I’ve got one more before I’m going to let that sweet little pussy dance.”

I close my thighs, hoping you won’t notice, and rub them together, trying to relieve myself with the friction on my clit. But you feel my tiny movements, you see the pleasure flooding my eyes, and smack me across my cheek. Not hard, not really, but enough for me to open my eyes and look up at you astonished.

“I said no Catalina!”

Having now recovered from your orgasm your voice holds more authority. Your leg slips between mine keeping me from pleasuring myself.

“And if you keep disobeying me, I won’t let you cum again all night. You gave yourself to me as a present this afternoon baby, and you’re mine until I say otherwise.”

Leaning up, content that I’ll obey now you survey me; flushed, sweaty and spattered with your cum. You smile that man smile, and say…

“I could get used to this Cat. Pausing… “You really should clean yourself up.”

I make as if to push myself up but you put your hands on my shoulders to hold me down.

“Where are you going, dear one?”

“To the bathroom, Armando…” Looking up at you puzzled. 

Shaking your head yet again…

“No… you’re my fuck slut…my pet. Clean yourself up as an animal would…with that pink little tongue of yours.”

I slip out my tongue, licking my lips clean of your cum easily enough, but I can’t reach my chin. I look up at you for guidance and you say…

“Think feline, Catalina. Think feline.”

I reach my hand up to my face, taking great globs of cum off on my fingertips and sucking them clean. The delicious bittersweet taste of you spurring me on, I slowly clean off my face, neck and breasts. You inspect me thoroughly, and then nod…

“Good girl…” 

Pleased, you reach down and tug the T-shirt off me, then roll down my tube socks, leaving me lying naked on the floor.

“Now… what to do next with my slut… my minx… my pet…” 

You tap your chin thoughtfully glancing about the room. Then you spin on your heel and head for the door. You turn your head back, looking at me and snap your fingers…

“Come, pet.” 

Understanding now what you want, I follow on my hands and knees as we leave the bedroom, across through the living room. You enter another room, obviously your room, and point to the bed.

“Up!”

I crawl over to the bed, put my hands up on the edge and pull myself up. I kneel obediently in the center of the bed, my heart pounding with nervous excitement and my pussy still drenched with hunger. You say…

“Good girl.”

Pacing back and forth by the foot of the bed, you ponder what to do with me. You glance at me and see my avid eyes following your slowly recovering cock, looking at it with hunger and need.

Laughing under your breath, you face me fully and say…

“Does pet want a bone?” I nod eagerly.

“Does pet deserve a bone?” I nod again.

“She does? What tricks can pet do for a bone?” 

I blush and meow obediently as you told me to think feline earlier.

“Good girl… Can pet lie down?” I lay on my back.

“Good pet… now can pet roll over?” 

I roll over, and let out a startled squeak as you lay on top of me. I feel your hands slowly stroking my ass, which quivers under your touch.

“Spread your legs…” 

Your voice is husky and soft in my ear and I tremble, spreading them obediently.

“Wider”… I spread them wider…Wider!” as you pinch my ass for emphasis – and I spread them as wide as I can.

Approvingly you coo… “Good girl…”

Your hand dips between my thighs and your fingers tease my slick, wet lips.

“So hot and puffy… so wet… so ready… Does pet want to be fucked now?”

I nod.

“I can’t hear pet… Does pet want my cock in her pussy??”

“Yes,” I cry out as your fingers impale me…

“Louder, pet… Beg me to fuck you!”

“Oh, God, Arman! PLEASE! Fuck me!”

I cry out again in surprise as your hard cock enters my pussy deeply from behind, filling me, stretching my tight walls. You thrust within me once…twice…then withdraw. I nearly scream with frustration.

After a long second you say…

“You didn’t say thank you, pet…”

Armando:

Your moans of protest turn to whimpers of surrender. I kneel on the bed behind you, your sweet young ass poking up at me begging to be tended to.

“It is obvious little one that you have MUCH to learn about obeying…and being thankful for what you are given.”

A stifled squeak is your only reply and I see the flesh of your ass clinch. It is then that I notice that you have an arm folded under you…fingers slowly flicking your love button. In a burly, obviously disturbed voice I shout your name…

“Catalina!” …and you freeze.

Growling I leap off the bed and reach into the nightstand drawer. Pulling out a pair of satin cords I turn back and forcefully grab your wrist…pulling it hard above your head and tying it to the rail of the headboard. Your cries of pain snap me from my fierce mood and I ease up how I handle you. Kneeling over you to retrieve your other hand, you feel the semi-limp hunk of man flesh press against your hip.

Securing that hand I lean down, my hot breath reaching the back of your ear as I say…

“Bad girl…bad bad. I see my fuck slut needs to be taught a lesson.” 

Pushing off and out of the bed, you hear me rustling with my jeans. A long scraping sound as if I were dragging something over the rough material. It is only when you hear the crack of a belt in my palm that you realize what’s about to happen.

Moving to stand beside the bed, you twist your head to look at me. Tears fill your eyes as you beg me not to hurt you. I smile reassuringly…

“I will not hurt my pet, I adore you. But I will not tolerate disobedience. You will learn from this though – that I can guarantee.”

Closing your eyes you bite at the sheet and clench your body, resigning yourself to the punishment you deserve.

Bringing the folded belt down I rest it on your supple ass…nodding contently that I have the right amount splayed out. It lays on you, soft and unthreatening…then you whimper as you feel it lift off, your eyes squeezing tightly shut in anticipation of the whip.

Crack!

The sound is heard and you jump…yet there is no pain. You realize that I have slapped it in my palm again. You can almost hear me smiling in the seconds of dead silent that follows. 

I swing my arm causing the leather strap to fall downwards connecting with your tender flesh. The sound pops as the whipping was without force. You stifle a cry and draw in a deep breath…waiting.

“Move your legs open Catalina”

You hesitate… “NOW!” Immediately you comply.

I kneel on the bed and you feel my fingers stroke the soft crevasse of your ass; stopping only when the palm of my hand covers your aching pussy. Confusion as you feel the warm caress. I do not move my hand further; it simply rests on your wet fuck hole and I bring the belt down once again.

The slap has a bit more force than before, the sting registering in your brain. You cry out but just as you do I begin moving my hand on your pussy. Your cry is half pain…and half pleasure.

Crack. The whip comes down across your bottom again. And just as you tense up from the pain I curl one of my fingers pressing it into your pussy. You tug at your restraints, shaking violently at the mix of sensations. Your cries soon turn to moans as the punishment takes on its true meaning.

The belt slaps your flesh once more - just hard enough for you to feel a brief sting, but now two fingers move rapidly in and out of your cunt…overwhelming you.

Your body begins to shudder, and just as you near the edge I withdraw my fingers and toss the strap on the bed next to your face. You scream in agony as I have done it to you again and you force your eyes open. The sight of the belt lying next to you no longer causes fear, for now you associate pain with pleasure – insane pleasure – and long for it.

Pleading with me now…

“Armando…oh God Armando please stop this!” 

Your body unable to stop squirming as any movement sends pleasure shocks to your sensitive aching pussy.

“I NEED you..I need your cock. Please…please fuck me.” 

Pushing the belt aside I lay on the bed next to you. Looking you deeply in the eye and smiling that man smile I ask…

“Has my pet learned her lesson? If you have, then you know what you must do.”

Saying this I reach up and free your hands from the cords and roll over onto my back…folding my hands behind my head and closing my eyes.

Catalina:

Still nodding, eager to show that I have indeed learned my lesson I crawl closer to you, starving eyes surveying your body like a beggar at a Thanksgiving feast. I know that you still have not cum your third time, and that I will not be allowed to cum until you have. But how do I give you the pleasure that is your due? Absently I lick my lips, and as I do, the obvious solution dawns on me. I shake my head at my slow thinking, knowing that the two climaxes torn from me are to blame. 

I straddle you, and your eyes open sharply, your hands coming down to my hips…

“No slut, you can’t fuck me yet. Two to three, remember?.”

“Yes, Arman, I know…”

I slither down till I straddle your knees, lean forward from my waist and lick my lips again leaving them slick and glossy. They nuzzle over the head of your cock, wetting it, the soft slick flesh sliding over your tip easily. I feel a tiny shudder rustle through you and smile, pleased with my start. Lifting up a bit, I let the tip of my tongue poke out from between my open lips and teeth, fluttering over the head of your cock with rapid tiny strokes, teasing your sensitive flesh, tasting the mix of your cum and my juices that have dried on you. My lips bite at you teasingly, mouthing the head of your cock, letting it slide slickly between my silky inner lips again and again. 

Your hips shift restlessly beneath me and I feel your hands come up to push away the curtain of my hair so you can see me worshiping your love pole. Your flesh is swollen and red, engorged with your blood. The more I tease your cock, the deeper shade of purple your head becomes until it swells up at me as if it will explode, pulsing with your lust. I moan, the sight of you making my aching pussy cream. It takes all my willpower not to mount you and fuck us both into oblivion. But I don’t, I’ve learned my lesson. I lick my palm and fingers wetting them thoroughly, before wrapping them around your cock.

With firm slow strokes I begin to pump your dick, and I watch with selfish pleasure as you grimace with delight, your hips beginning to lift to meet me. Slithering lower I bend and press kisses to your spread thighs, my lips hot and wet upon the hairy flesh. I bite you playfully, laughing huskily as you jump, feeling the power of control searing through my body…although I know it’s only temporary. 

My lips move up your thighs until they reach your balls. First I take one, then the other into my mouth, suckling them firmly and listen to your moans. I lean back flicking the tip of my tongue over the tender skin, tracing loopy patterns, listening to your breath go choppy. Your hand tightens in my hair, as you drag my head up to your cock, pushing my mouth down over it. I control my reflex to pull away, and instead relax and open to you, letting you fuck my mouth. You get carried away once, but my hand firmly gripping the base of your cock allows me to control the pace to some extent. 

I glance out of the corner of my eye and notice our shadows on the wall…see you pumping your long hard man flesh into my little mouth. Watching you taking your slut in yet another way… the image haunting me, making beads of pleasure drip down my inner thighs. I renew my efforts and suck your cock with vigor, my head moving in counter to your thrusts until you begin to tighten your grip on my head so tight I can’t move it any more. You thrust once… twice… one final time into my mouth before you spew your seed down my throat with a mighty roar. I swallow as fast as I can so I don’t choke, but still some drips out the corners of my mouth.

You release me, panting and shuddering. Watching me as I lick my lips clean and purr at you. You stroke my cheeks softly, your hands unsteady as your heart races and you gasp for air…

“Good… good girl.”

I curl up next to you, waiting until you calm yourself. Not once does my hand stray to my tortured cunt. You regain your composure and look down at me, that man smile lurking in your eyes even if it doesn’t reach your lips…

“Three to three now, slut… But I’m tired… I don’t think I’ll fuck you again tonight…”

You see my eyes go wide as I whimper, my mouth opening to beg but you lay your hand over it silencing me.

“Open the bedside drawer, pet.”

I do and find a large dildo lying there. Ten inches long, two inches wide - a bright red plastic dick.

“Pick it up…” 

I pick it up feeling myself quiver, wanting that inside of me…needing it.

“Stroke it… stroke it like it’s my cock slut, you need to get it hard for you…” 

I comply immediately, the cool, slick plastic sliding easily through my cupped hand. You smile… watching me… plotting… 

Armando:

“That’s a good girl…stroke that big toy cock…mmmm…that’s right.”

You expertly move your hands about the plastic dick…your fingers flutter over its bulbous head. Your thighs are squeezed tightly together swaying from side to side. Your eyes are closed as you imagine the feel of this hard pole in your aching cunt. You hope desperately that I will allow you do use it. 

The waves of desire wash over you uncontrollably now. You begin to moan and plead to be fucked. Lost in your erotic fever you don’t notice that I have left the bed. It is not until you hear me calling your name that you realize I’m standing at the foot end. You open your sexy eyes halfway…so dazed in lust that you don’t notice the item that I’m holding.

“Put the cock to your lips…I want my little slut to suck that cock like it were mine. Suck it good baby, cause the better you do the harder it will fuck you.”

Still unaware as to what I’m doing you comply immediately. Licking your lips, you flick your hot wet tongue out bathing the plastic head. You hear me say that I want you to look at me…show me how much you like to suck cock. Dreamy eyes look towards me, a flicker of realization as to what I’m doing is noticed, but soon it fades to glares of desire. You look down the length of that red prick at me…so sexy and hot…sucking that toy for all your worth. 

“Ahhhhh yesssss my pet…show daddy how much you adore His love pole.”

I step closer and reach down sliding a hand between your silky thighs. Pressing you open I move my fingers higher and higher until they brush lightly across your swollen cunt. Your eyes open sharply as the overdue sensation of being fondled arcs thru you.




The Couple Ch. 02



“Put it here bitch…put that hot cock in your little pussy. Show me how bad you want to be fucked.” 

Maneuvering the fake dick you slide it down slow and sensual between your breasts. Your stomach quivers as the wet slick head drags across it. You press it down over your pelvis, twisting and moving the massive head against your sweet tight little pussy. You moan loudly when the plastic tool rakes your clit.

“Fuck that cock Catalina…fuck it now!”

Your dainty hands grasp the long thick shaft and begin to push…your swollen cunt straining to stretch around its massive width. Your hips start to pulse with the excruciating need to have this cock inside you. You groan and push. Becoming impatient I grasp the end of it and press it in for you…hard and deep. You scream in ecstasy and agony as it fills you completely…more completely than you’ve ever had before.

Eyes wide you cup your hand about mine and force me to drive the massive prick in and out rapidly.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh god YES! Ooooooaaa fuck me Arman…fuck me with that big cock.” 

Smiling I continue to assist, all the while focusing the object I’m holding on the subject of my affection. Having zoomed the camera in close to your face to capture the moment when it entered you. The expression of relief and satisfaction as you are finally fucked like you have never been fucked before.

Grinning in satisfaction, I pan out to encompass your now violent movements as you relentlessly ram the massive fuck rod into your little body. Recording your every sound, your every movement. My cock rages again, as the scene causes it to recover from the explosive blowjob you had just ministered to me. I pull my hand from the dildo and begin to stroke myself. I match your groans as the sensations washes over me. You are still unaware as to what I’m doing – so lost in your own fantasy.

“Does my little fuck slut like her new toy?”

You are unable to answer intelligibly as the orgasm begins to move over you. Your thighs tighten and flex as the unbelievably hard climax hits. Your stomach quivers as you continue to drive the thick red dick into yourself. The muscles in your arms flexing, matching the flexing muscles in your lovely legs as the orgasm racks your young body.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD I’m CUMMING! Oh fuck Armando…ahhhhh yes.”

Smiling I step back, adjusting the camera to capture every moment of the scene…zooming in as the tears of joy cascade down your flushed cheeks. Your hand still wrapped tightly about the now still cock, you open your eyes slowly. Quickly I set the camera aside so you don’t see it. The final scene, that look of adoration on your face, is captured in my minds eye and is burned there forever.

Catalina:

I lay on the bed panting, the huge plastic dick still in my pussy. You crawl up onto me; I feel your fully hardened cock, hot and pulsing against my thigh. I moan and try to roll away, the plastic cock inside of me twisting making me whimper. Your lips brush over my face, whispering…

“Ohh…is that too much for pet now? Does pet want the fuck stick out of her?”

I nod, my body feeling like crystal, like it will shatter if I move. You wrap your hand about the base of the dildo, slowly pulling inch after inch of the eight inches that I managed to thrust inside my used pussy. The plastic is slick, covered in my juices and you bring it to my mouth…

“Clean your toy, pet…” 

I turn my face away.

“Clean your toy, pet!” you repeat, but continue this time…

“…or you won’t be allowed to use it again…”

Whimpering I comply, my tongue flicking out to lick up my juices until the fake cock shimmers with cleanliness.

“Good girl…” 

My eyes flutter closed, ready to sleep, until I feel your cock nudging at the folds of my pussy. They open immediately, and I look up at you…

“Oh, Armando… I don’t think… I don’t think I can take anymore...”

You press your cock forward until it pushes at my entrance, poised on the brink of invading me…

“I think you can pet…” 

You thrust deep and rough inside of me as I cry out in pleasure-pain…

“You’ll take everything I want to give you…”

You begin to fuck me, moving hard and deep and I bite my lip, the sensations too much for my ravaged body. The four orgasms leaving me caught between numbness and an acute awareness that makes every movement of your body an exquisite torture. You grab my hips and begin lifting me into your thrusts. I whimper, my eyes closing, feeling in spite of myself a swell of true pleasure, a quickening of arousal.

“That’s right pet… feel me fuck you… Know that I can and will do it whenever I wish… Wherever I want… you’re mine, slut… My fuck slut… My toy… mine… Mine…” 

Your words blur and trail off as you begin ramming your cock into me harder. I lift now into your thrusts, your words heating me. I whimper struggling to get closer, my legs lifting and wrapping around your waist. My arms wind around your back, nails digging into your flesh. My neck arches, head driving into the bed as I cry out with every deep, hard penetration of your cock. 

“OH! God! Armando… pleeeeeease! Please, please!”

My face is a grimace of pleasure, tossing my head from side to side, breath panting in and out of my lips.

You grunt above me renewing your efforts, your sounds primal, possessive as you fuck me. Sweat drips down onto me from your bucking body. My pussy is filled with my juices…mmmmmm I’ve been wet for hours. You cock causes slurping sounds as it pounds into my sloppy pussy.

“You little slut…” your voice croons to me, husky mating voice…

“You pussy couldn’t be any slicker if I poured an entire bottle of lube up your cunt… Does cat like being fucked all night long? Are you my little cunt? Little fuck slut? Little toy? Can I fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want?”

I don’t answer, so wrapped up in the pleasure. You pull off me, the head of your cock popping free and I scream in protest.

“Answer me bitch! Can I fuck you whenever and wherever I want?”

“Yes yes yes! You can… Anytime, anyplace… Just fuck me NOW!”

A grin of triumph on your face having secured a promise you intend to hold me to later, you renew your efforts, fucking me like never before, harder and deeper and more intense. I scream, climaxing in a torrent of sensation, the waves of white light flood over me taking me under until my vision blurs. I can’t breath because I can’t stop crying out in ecstasy. Finally it breaks, leaving me shuddering and panting for breath beneath you as you give a muted roar and fill my already dripping pussy with the last drops of your creamy, hot cum. 

Armando:

Jerking my hips forward as my ejaculation spurts into you emptying my aching balls. Kneeling between your thighs, my cock lays motionless in your fuck hole, enjoying the warmth of it. Leaning down, my face looks directly into yours…delirious you open your eyes. The emerald green is crystal clear in my eyes and bores down into your soul.

“You are mine Catalina. My possession, my passion. Do you understand this?”

Nodding…watching my eyes. You are totally spent, and completely satisfied. Your nods turn to words as you realize that this is what you were meant for. To please, and be pleased. An Omega to be possessed by and fully yield to your Alpha.

“I do Armando, oh God I do. Yours…yours…yours forever!”

Wrapping your arms about my neck and pulling me down to kiss you. I collapse by your side and we devour each other in the kiss. 

You wrap your leg over you curl your young sexy body against me. We stare into one another eyes, not speaking, yet our eyes communicate volumes. Content… content to finally be together. I smile proudly and stroke my fingers thru your sweaty hair. I begin to speak, but cut my words off before completing my thought. One of the few times you’ve ever seen indecision in my eyes. Sensing your awareness I smile and lean in to kiss your cute nose.

“Rest now pet…you will need your sleep.” 

End