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The Meeting

By: Surine



So long we have talked via email and messages that I ever despaired of us actually meeting in person. We work for the same company but never have the opportunity to come in close proximity together and sometimes I believe that is for the best because what would happen if we ever did get together? It could potentially ruin one of our careers and could destroy the friendship we have worked hard to maintain.

All that changed one day when I got a meeting planner from you. I stared at it in my inbox for a long time before opening it and seeing that it appeared to be a legitimate meeting. There were about five other executives listed as part of the meeting so I thought that we could do this. We could be in a room together and just be casual.

I accepted the meeting which was scheduled for the next day and went home to decide on what I was going to wear.

The next day I was extremely nervous and I know that I fidgeted most of the day and didn't get much work accomplished. I kept looking at the clock, wishing it would get to one already. I wasn't too familiar with the agenda of the meeting but I was a quick study and read up on it so that I wouldn't come off as completely ignorant when I was in there.

I skipped lunch and went straight to your building so that I would be on time. I waited in the lobby for you to meet me and while I was waiting for you I spent my time straightening my skirt, messing with my hair, hoping my make up was on good and not smeared. Then I heard the elevator ding and I look towards it and see you coming towards me.

Your picture did nothing for you because you literally took my breath away. I never thought a man could be beautiful but that was the word that came through my head at that moment. You were dressed in a three piece suit and you had one hand in your pocket, being as casual as can be and I found it completely endearing. I suddenly became more nervous because I wonder what you must be thinking of me. Are you disappointed? Do you like what you see?

I waited until you came closer to me and you smile and I melt.

"Jessica?"

I smile and say, "Hi Jason. We finally meet in person."

"Yes we do and you look as beautiful as I imagined you would."

I just smile because I'm not sure what to say to that. It is probably a little inappropriate to say something like that to a colleague but it makes me feel good to know that you find me attractive. A lot of guys tend to overlook me and I wonder what it is that has really piqued your interest about me.

You must be reading the look on my face because you say, "I promise to behave and act like we have only just met."

"We have only just met," I say with a small laugh.

"Well face to face anyway. We meet each other in our dreams every night."

I can feel the blush come over my face because I know that you are right. Every night you wander into my dreams and you take me places I never thought imaginable. How did I ever think that I can make it through this meeting with you with a sane head? I start to say something to that extent but you put your hand on my lower back and start ushering me to the elevator. I go willingly because I do not want to cause a scene and as we wait for the elevator to come back down, I can feel the fingers of your hand softly caressing my back. All I'm wearing is a white dress shirt so I feel every touch like a hot blow torch and I know that you are able to tell.

The ride to the third floor was excruciating. There were about ten people on the elevator and I was crushed against you, my back to your chest and I could feel the hardness of your cock against me. You had your hands on my hips, trying to appear professional but i know that it wasn't working. I could feel the eyes of other passengers on us and I wonder what, if anything, would happen if any of this got out. The last thing that I wanted was for you to get in trouble.

When we got to the third floor, everyone got off the elevator. When I started to move forward, you stopped me. I look back at you in surprise and you stare right at me. You don't say anything at first until I ask you what is going on.

"Jessica, there is no meeting. I had to meet you in person and I knew the only way that it would happen would be if I put on this ruse."

I watch as you reach around me and hit the button that effectively put the elevator out of commission and then you move closer to me, your chest against my back, your hard cock pressed up against me.

"I'm tired of the games. I thought that I could make it to the conference room but I can't. I have to sink my cock into you now or I will burst. Tell me you feel the same way. Tell me you have to have me right here. Right now."

My head is spinning a mile a minute. I can't think straight, especially when you move your hands up to cover my breasts, squeezing lightly and then more forcefully. I moan and find myself leaning back against you for support. Then you say the words that completely do me in.

"I know you want to be dominated Jessica. Let me dominate you. Let me be the one that tells you how it is, what to do, when to do it, and how it needs to be done. Let me fuck you for real instead of in our dreams because I can't live off dreams alone. Take my cock inside your hot wet pussy and keep me there. Say yes Jessica."

"Yes."

As soon as that one word left my mouth, you became a totally different person. You move one hand down to my stomach and you start to raise my skirt up an inch at a time and mentally I'm kicking myself for not wearing a shorter skirt. When you have my skirt up around my waist, your hand moves further down to cup my sex over my silk panties. I can feel how wet I have already gotten and I guess you can too because your next words to me cause me moan louder.

"Mmm very nice baby. I knew that I would find you wet for me. I bet if I slid my finger inside your pussy, you would be sopping wet wouldn't you?" When I didn't answer quick enough, you tighten your hand around my pussy. "Answer me when I ask you a question baby doll. You do not want to make me upset."

It took me a minute to remember what you had asked me and when I did, I said, "Yes." The game is still new to me so I'm unsure of how to proceed. You have one hand squeezing my breast and the other at my pussy, and your lips are now firmly attached to the side of my neck. I have to reach out my hands to put them against the elevator door to keep myself steady, especially once you slide your hand under my panties and touch my pussy. Something that I have dreamed of you doing for a very long time. "Oh God!" I moan out, afraid that with just one touch, I'm going to cum right there and embarrass myself. It has been so long since anyone has touched me.

"Fuck Jessica, you are drenched. I can not wait to taste this pussy against my tongue but right now, the only thing I can think about is fucking you hard and deep. Would you like that?"

"Yes, sir," I breathe out.

"Good girl," you say as I feel you pull my panties down to my ankles, moving my feet out of them. I can see out of the corner of my eye that you slide them into your jacket pocket and I start to wonder if I will ever see them again. I can hear your belt come undone, the snap on your pants unsnap and your zipper being pulled down and then a few seconds later, I can feel your hard cock at my backside. I'm a little worried that you will want to fuck me in the ass but then you say, again as if reading my mind, "Don't worry baby doll. Not this time."

You push me further against the elevator door until my cheek is pressed against it and my breasts are flattened against the hard chrome. My skirt is yanked up again and I feel you move in between my stretched out legs. You're almost a foot taller than me and even though I'm wearing three inch heels, I can tell you still you have to bend down to get your cock positioned against my pussy. And then with one swift move, you're embedded to the hilt inside me.

I cry out.

You growl out, "Fuck!"

I can feel my pussy clenching your cock and I even flex my inner muscles for added intensity and it seems to drive you crazy. You lift me up slightly and press against me so that I'm sandwiched between you and the elevator doors. You whisper in my ear to keep doing what I was doing and then you start fucking me in earnest. When you move out, I unclench. When you move back in, I clench and every time you groan loudly. I want to touch you somehow but you keep me in the position that you do as you continue to fuck me. With each thrust, you begin to move faster and faster as you slide one hand down to flick my clit and I scream out as the orgasm hits me hard. I'm shuddering in your arms as you say against my neck.

"I'm going to cum Jessica. I'm going to fill your hot pussy with my cum because I know that I'm never letting you go."

Before I could form a coherent thought or even try to stop you, I can feel your hot cum jettison inside my pussy as you growl and bite down on my neck. I cum again and it seems to set you off as you continue to spill your seed inside me. After what seems like a lifetime, you set me back down on my feet and I feel you slide out of me. As my skirt starts to fall back into place, I see through the shine on the elevator door, you pull out my panties and I start to believe that you are going to give them back to me. However, I watch in silence as you rub them over your cock and then put them back in your pocket.

Without another word being spoken, you zip up your pants, snap the button and buckle your belt back. You step back until your back is against the far wall of the elevator. After a few seconds you say, "Come here baby doll."

I turn to look at you and you smile as I move closer to you. You take my hand in yours and bring me to where I'm up close and then you kiss me for the first time, your tongue tracing my lips before sliding into my mouth and taking possession. I return the kiss with vigor and when it finally breaks, you whisper to me, "You're mine now. Don't ever forget that."

And with that, you move me to where I'm facing away from you and you hit the button to start the elevator again. I'm standing there, in stunned silence, wondering how the hell I'm supposed to act normal now when my stomach is tied up in knots and I can feel remnants of your cum sliding down the inside of my thighs.

And I'm thankful now that I did wear that long skirt because I never did get my panties back.

The Meeting



I first met her over the Internet at site that discussed books. I was looking for some new things to read, and she was lingering on the site, and I guess through random chance we just happened upon each other. We just got to talking, and it sort of clicked. I am not even sure why - I always thought it was because of the relative anonymity of the Internet - but we rather quickly started discussing things much more than books. In a few short weeks, we were discussing different parts of our lives: our joys, our dreams, our failures, everything. It was a kind of freedom, to be able to discuss whatever we thought without judgment or ridicule, things that we would never say to another live human being, things very personal.

Of course the personal turned to discussing sex. She was almost ten years younger than me, but had discovered in this, the third year of marriage, her husband was not very interested in sex, especially not with the frequency and level of passion of which she desired. I was 35 at the time, and had been married for over 10 years, and had found that kids and work and the normal comings and goings of life had drained most of my wife's typically limited desires almost completely. Through this wondrous medium, we shared our stories of unmet needs, more open than either one had ever been, including with our own spouses. I couldn't say how exactly started, some innocent flirtation mixed in with more serious talk about our own fantasies and desires, but soon we were trading explicit email stories, detailing how we would enjoy each other and fulfill our deepest needs. She was the submissive type, and her thoughts would usually lead to her between my legs, sucking on my large, thick cock (in both our stories, that is the way we described me, even though I (having no comparisons) would never have though I was anything but average sized, or maybe even smaller), while I came into her willing mouth. More surprising to me was that I discovered I liked the thought of being the aggressor, having this woman please me, at my beck and call, for my needs. It was like a game within a game, since my other overwhelming desire was to please (dominate?) her in such a way that I would take full possession of her, body, mind and soul. It is difficult to explain, but the feelings were very intense, the desires very strong.

As the weeks progressed, our communication became more explicit and frequent. Her emails started including pictures, first a few head shots, but slowly more revealing. I can still remember the first shot she sent to me of her in her bra - comparably tame, but it drove me wild. It was a gold bra, and it accentuated her considerably cleavage. It was this, with the look in her eyes, a look that was full of desire and need and utter willingness that pierced my heart and made me hard as a rock all at the same moment. Each additional picture, shared with each email, only furthered my appetite for this sensuous woman. When she discovered that I loved stockings and garters, she added it to her wardrobe, and would tease me one picture at a time, day after day, driving me crazy. Soon the pictures also included recordings - recordings of her masturbating, fantasizing about me, calling my name. The sound of her moans and pleas asking me to fuck her harder while she came at her own hand - it was intoxicating. And when she talked dirty, telling me how bad she wanted to be my personal slut, my whore; I still get hard just thinking about it. When we finally crossed the barrier to phone sex, it was unbelievable. She had the ability to make me cum in my pants without me even touching myself. And for her ... well it opened her up to a world she scarcely knew possible. My husky voice, demanding that she cum for me, well, she would have three or four orgasms in a row. Like I said - it was intoxicating. And also started interfering with our lives.

She lived quite a distance away from me - I was in the Chicago area, and she lived in a suburb of Atlanta. She had a job that allowed a high degree of flexibility - even before she met me she often got to work late, and worked late. She could come and go as she pleased, as she didn't have any real direct supervision. As long as she got her work done, everything was ok. I, on the other hand, had a sort of standard 9-5 job, and with the trials of life, only had limited times to communicate with her. She found herself going into work later and later, so she could send me more emails during the day, and I was staying up later and later, so we could find some time to chat. The phone calls got riskier - sometimes she would call me at work because she had a particularly strong desire, and I would find myself trying to control myself while she masturbated and explicitly told me how she was going to going to kneel in front of me, unzip my pants, rubbing my bulging cock. How she would look up at me, the desire in her eyes, as she pulled down my pants and underwear, and would lick the tip of my cock and ask me if she could be a good slut and suck me off. I would almost feel it as she described how willing she would be with her warm and tight mouth, to take it all, to have my member push all the way to the back of her throat. I can still hear her voice, between moans as she inched to cumming herself, telling me how this sweet innocent girl, that no one would have ever suspected, would be my own whore, my own fuck toy, to do with as I pleased, to treat in whatever depraved manner I could desire, anything, as long as she could swallow my cum. Sometimes I could last as she begged me to cum as she went through wave after wave of orgasm, but other times, right in the office, or my car, or wherever I was when she called, I couldn't.

It was when her boss started noticing her lack of performance, and I found I was practically ignoring my wife and kids, that we both decided we had reached a place neither of us planned, or maybe even wanted. It was hard to tell on the second part, because we had achieved a place that neither of us thought possible, and didn't want it to stop. In that sense it was fortunate we lived so far away, because we didn't have any illusions about this being "not real", not part of the possible. I am not sure how we actually managed it, but we mutually quit each other cold turkey, something that on my side I could say was very difficult.

It was almost ten months later, ironically on her birthday, that I had the need to go to Atlanta for business. I was supposed to be there for three days for a sales meeting, one that I wasn't really looking forward to. I debated about contacting her, and decided to send her an email wishing her a happy birthday, trying to keep it as innocent as possible. I briefly mentioned I was in Atlanta, but, as sorely tempted as I was, decided not to mention anything about meeting for coffee or a drink. I honestly wasn't sure she would even be interested in talking to me.

Around dinner time I got a call from her. She saw my email and wanted to thank me for wishing her a happy birthday. We chatted for a few minutes, finding out about how things were going, where I was staying, how I liked Atlanta, and the like, but I was out with some people from my company, so I needed to go. She thanked me again and said goodnight. It was a fairly quick call - not longer than 5 minutes, and I found myself as I returned to my seat wistfully thinking about her, and determining that she had moved on with her life, which I was happy for her about.

By 8:30 I was back in the hotel room, not really in the mood to drink with my coworkers, especially since they were going out and the weather was unpleasant - cold and wet. I used the weather as an excuse, but honestly, the desire to stay out late and drink heavily with people I didn't know that well had diminished considerably since I turned 30. I guess you could call it old age, but I had another day at the conference, and I didn't want to spend it nursing a hangover. After checking some email, and calling the wife and kids, I settled down in front of the tv, enjoying my chance to watch uninterrupted sports.

I was starting to doze off when I heard the knocking at my door. I hoped it wasn't a drunken, or worse, sick, co-worker who needed help. I opened the door, and to my surprise, it was her, dressed in a long rain coat. She smiled at me shyly, and asked if she could come in. I was too stunned to do anything but let her in.

I closed the door and we walked down the hallway of the room to the main bedroom area. Looking down at the carpet, she started, "I know I shouldn't have come here, but when I got your email, I couldn't stop thinking, and when I heard your voice ..." she trailed off, untied her rain coat, opened it up, and looked up at me directly.

How to describe it? I don't think I could do it justice, especially the reaction it had on me. She was wearing black stockings, a black garter, no panties - revealing her shaved mound, and a black bra that would have driven me wild just by itself. But it was the look on her face, the one of need and desire and all the things that we had talked about and dreamed and fantasized - it was all there. Even as a teen I don't think I got that excited that fast.

I reached out to her with two hands, and pushed off the raincoat, and gave her a slow, tender kiss. We enjoyed that for a very short while, and then I guess we realized what was finally happening, because then it turned frantic. She was down on her knees, removing my boxers, before I even knew it. She didn't say a word, but we both knew this was the first thing we wanted. It would have been nice to describe how she teased and worshipped my cock as we always had talked about, but there was too much need, too much desire. She had my entire rod in her mouth in about 3 seconds. Very shortly after that, it seemed, I was grabbing her head and fucking her mouth, my rhythms timed with the gagging she had as I thrust my cock as far down her throat as I could. During this time she was touching herself, and I think when I finally came in her mouth, she might have actually had an orgasm herself. I was too worked up at that moment to really care.

It took her a few minutes to finally take my cock out of her mouth, so intent was she of taking all my cum like it was a precious nectar to be savored. I was at first almost too weak to stand with the intensity of the feeling, and it took me a minute or two to even recover before I could even think straight. She finally let go of my cock and licked it up and down before looking up at me, smiling a dazzling smile. "Thank you for letting me do that."

Despite my aggressive posture in all our previous conversations, I still couldn't believe she was thanking me for "letting" her give me an incredible blowjob. I think I managed an "uhhh" as she stood up and pushed me gently to the bed.

I was still aroused, more mentally than physically, and my hands started working of their own accord. We kissed again as my hands went to her unbelievably sexy breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples against the silken material. I crawled up on the bed, and had her sit on the edge in front of me, as I kissed down her neck under her ear as my hands worked over her large, firm breasts. She moaned softly as I enjoyed her body, and removed her bra so I could better feel her naked flesh. I couldn't stop my hands from squeezing and playing with her nipples while I continued to nibble and kiss her neck. I let one hand drift down slowly to the inside of her thigh as she spread her legs wider for me. I teased along her smooth skin where it met with her stockings, and she let out a louder moan. Her hands went to mine and urged them towards her wetness as she asked me in almost a whisper "Please... Please touch me..."

It took all my control to not just acquiesce to her desires and stroke her where she wanted it. I resisted the pushing of her hands as I slowly worked closer and closer, sliding my fingers along the exposed skin, ever so close, while my other hand still played with her nipple and my lips were on her neck. One of her hands tried to reach back over my head to my neck, to pull me closer to her, while the other was on my hand, insistently pushing it closer to her immediate desires. Her whispers became louder, and turned almost to whimpering. "Please ... Please ... I am so wet ... I need it so bad ... Please please please ..." This continued on, my fingers getting closer and closer. The length between the end of the stockings and her ever so ready womanhood was like an eternity to her. She was almost crying with desire when the tip of my finger brushed lightly against her slit. Before I had even inserted it, she let go with a earth-shattering moan. She shook uncontrollably as her orgasm rose up through her body and overwhelmed her.

Her moans and begging had gotten me more excited, and when she had the most intense orgasm I had ever witnessed, I was almost out of my mind with desire. I wanted to have her, to have her totally under my control, to keep this moment forever. Before she even gained control of her facilities, I had quickly repositioned her on the bed, and had my head between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs before inserting my tongue in her waiting cunt. It didn't take more than a moment to find her clit, which almost immediately brought her back out of the daze she was in.

"Oh God oh god oh god ..." she moaned as I alternated between licking and sucking gently on her. Her legs spread wider, and her hands reached down to my head, running through my hair, urging me on. My face was covered with her wetness, and I was reaching new levels of excitement from the taste, the smell, and her continued stream of vulgarities and nonsense. "Oh fuck yes yes oh yes fuck ... I'm cumming cumming cumming ..." she repeated as the orgasm build up through her body and she started spasming and moaning. She had always claimed she was a very loud moaner, and she didn't disappoint. I am sure she woke up everyone on the floor, as she practically screamed in ecstasy. I didn't stop until she tried to push me away, trying to close her legs, her clit too sensitive from the fire that raged inside her. I didn't mind, as my excitement level was too great, and my desires were now paramount.

I crrawled up her, and inserted my engorged cock in her tight, waiting pussy. "Now I am going to fuck you blind, my slut" I said as I started to fuck her without abandon, almost mad from passion.

"Oh fuck yes. Fuck your little whore. Fuck me hard. I need to be fucked so hard. Harder harder. Fuck me ..." she screamed as I pounded her like the fuck-toy she was. I grabbed her shoulders and tried to force her down on me, as I rammed her with every last bit of energy I had. It wasn't long before I lost all control, and joined her in rambling profanity laced nonsense. "You fucking whore slut I am fucking yeah so hard fucking yeah ..." I felt myself ejaculate inside her as my orgasm overcame me. I spasmed, and then tried to keep pushing and fucking, but I could not keep up the pace, and I collapsed on top of her.

We lay there like that for a few moments, as she rubbed my back gently, almost motherly. I slowly disengaged from her, and she whispered "Let me take care of you." With that, she rolled me over, and the went down to my rapidly shrinking cock, and started to clean up all the fluids on it with her tongue. It only took a few minutes, and then she climbed up back next to me and put her head on my chest. We didn't speak, but after a few minutes I could feel her tears fall upon my chest.

"What's the matter?" I asked concernedly.

She turned to look at me, a big genuine smile on her face, tears glistening on her cheeks. "Nothing ... nothing at all..."



The Meeting



As I drive to meet Him thinking I can not wait to give Him my body, soul heart and mind. Knowing it is all I want. Pulling up the hotel, so many emotions pass through me. I am the first to arrive, so I unpack take a nice long shower. Go get some ice to have His favorite drink Ottis red dragon ready just the way He likes it. I hear the knock on the door, scared at first to open it., my hand trembles as I reach for the door knob. As every emotion takes over my body not knowing which one to let out. I open the door and see Him standing there, He smiles and says "hello my dear" i smiles back and say "hello Sir. He picks me up into His arms cuddling in, the scent, warmth of I hear my heart beat faster, and as I am sure He can feel this. He laughs and walks in the hotel room telling me to get ready my dear as W/we head out to eat.

I undress feeling His eyes on me as I dress; I turn to see Him smiling. I put on my sexy little dress with breasts almost showing. No panties. i then pass Him a little wrapped box not to be opened until W/we are at the restaurant. He look at me curious to what this box may hold Once at the restaurant He open the gift. I am giggling; He looks at me and smile, holding a little remote up in His hand. He know fair well what is and what it does. He looks and me and smile, watching my face expressions moving the thumb across the switch on..

He turn it on just a little laughing.. He lean over and say now my little slut no Cumming...I smile and say yes Sir. He turns the power up while watching my face.. i grab the table the excitement.. Eyes rolling back a little moan escapes from my mouth knowing that this will be hard not to cum but i want to please my Sir and will not cum.

He moves the power up and back while W/we are eating. Feeling this has me wild and in need of Cumming, almost beside myself not able to cum as knowing I can't bring me to a new heighten pleasure. Smiling as little moans leash from my mouth, sitting on the edge of my seat. I am so relieved dinner is over.

As W/we walk to the car i feel Him grab my hair, i reach my hands up as it startled me. As He pushes me against the cold metal of the car and slap the training collar on my neck. I feel the coolness of the leather around my neck.. He presses against me as i feel 2 fingers graze my clit He comes close and whispers you "well done my girl". While driving He looks over and give the collar a tug fits well my little slut.W/we go back to the hotel.. Once there He waist no time and orders me to strip.

I walk to the middle of the room and slowly undress as He sits and watches smiling. I kneel before Him offering my body to Him feeling hot hands against my body not sure what to expect as i feel the leather tighten on my hands and ankles a little scared as this is new to me. Looking to see what is next my body tenses. He smile to assure me to trust Him.. i smile back. Then pressed me up against the wall and He say grins "It's ok, little one, you'll learn to be a little slut down to every last detail, won't you?" laughing as He taps my ass playfully with the flat of the hand, feeling the warmth from the little tap of my ass i let a little moan of pleasure and desire escape across my lips to reach His ears.. Wondering what will come next.

As i feel you insert 2 fingers in my pussy, pumping the fingers in and out of my pussy,pressing me gently against the wall, His other hand squeezing and scratching at the back of my legs with nails, raking them slowly against my skin raking on my leg but the fingers pressing in to and out of my pussy drive me wild. As I feel Him press me against the wall move to arch my back as my ass sticks out. then without warning i feel grab my hair as He press my face to the wall and the I fell the head of your cock pass my pussy lips. Trying not to scream as the cock thrust hard into my wet pussy as He whisper.. Take it all my needy little slut.

As He pumps harder and faster into my pussy feeling grabbing my waist to thrust me with every push. I feel His cock throbbing as you pull out. dripping wet. He loosen the ropes and force me to my knees. He looks at me and without saying a word i know what to do.I take His cock between my lips and lick the head then taking your cock all the way in my mouth sucking all the juices off.. licking and sucking harder as i feel the pullof my hair He helping me push His cock in my mouth. i try not to gag.. as Hefuck my mouth.. as you are ready to cum.. i lean my head back to take all the cum You have to offer deep into my throat.

once W/we are done You undo the rope but not the restraints.. You lift me in Your arms hold me close and smile...as You say "well done my pet"



The Meeting



This is the very first story I have ever written, constructive criticism would be appreciated. 

Thanks for reading.

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The summons had come in an email and he had answered because he had no choice. Everything in him was compelled to do as she instructed. Not out of fear of reprisal although that would surely come quickly if he disobeyed, but because in following her orders he found peace and a sense of accomplishment that he had never found anywhere else in his life. 

He was the sort of man who had felt lost most of his life. He had never quite measured up to what "made a man." No matter how hard he tried he was told he was too nice, or not aggressive enough, or just plain not enough. But with her he felt like for the first time he was who he was meant to be. 

He wondered at the location has he entered the grounds of the state park, the leaves crunching under his feet. For a first meeting it seemed out of the way, but he kept such thoughts to himself as he began walking the correct path that would take him to meet his Mistress. His heart was racing and he could feel sweat forming on his palms. He clenched his hands into fists and shoved them into his jacket pockets in an effort to still the tremors. 

As he made his way around the bend a woman stepped out from behind a large cedar and stood in his path. He froze in place knowing it was her and unsure what say. 

"Follow me." And she turned and walked back behind the cedar, disappearing from view. 

The man glanced around and saw no one else and then turned and followed the woman who had taken over his life. He followed her for almost five minutes, neither of them talking, but the trees steadily growing thicker as there were no biking trails or walking paths back this way. 

As he stepped into a copse of cedars, pushing branches out of his face he found himself in a large clearing that was hidden from view by the surrounding trees. 

She stood in the middle of the clearing watching him a small smile on her lips. He thought she looked like she had a secret. And he gave her a smile in return as he watched her, glad to finally be in this place where they were face to face. It was something he hadn't dared hoped for, but couldn't help wanting. 

She was short, like she had said, but what she hadn't said was that there was something about her, about the way she carried herself, that would always draw people. She was confident in herself and it showed. 

She was looking at him as well when she finally broke the silence.

"Did you dress as I instructed?"

He blushed as he thought of her instructions and how he had followed each one to the letter. 

"Yes, Mistress." He answered quietly, dropping his eyes because of his embarrassment. 

She had pulled him in this direction and he had followed willingly because the alternative was to lose the woman who owned him. Something he couldn't face. But he had become aware through this journey that the embarrassment and potential for humiliation excited his body more than he could have imagined. And that knowledge only heightened his embarrassment and that in turn heightened the arousal. 

When he had shared those feelings with her, her response had been unexpected. She had told him he spent too much time looking at everyone else and thinking about what everyone else thought of him. But that instead he should look at her, and let her be his mirror. She would tell him what she saw, and that is what he should believe. He admitted to her more than once that it was a work in progress. 

"Let me see." She said, shaking him out of his thoughts. 

His eyes widened and he swallowed reflexively. "What? Here?" He questioned. 

"Why do you think I brought you here, to talk?" She retorted, causing his face to flame yet again. 

"I expect you to show me that you followed my instructions and if you can't even do that then I am leaving." She stated flatly, her face giving away nothing. 

Fear struck his heart. The last time he had said no to her she had left him. She had refused to speak to him or answer any emails until he had shown her that he had followed her instructions. And only then had she come back to him. He felt panic rising up at the thought of being left alone again.

His hands were steady for the first time has he unzipped his jacket. He was scared that this would end horribly and yet following her instructions gave him a purpose and he had no choice but to see it through. He pulled the jacket off and let it fall to the ground. His arousal was so hard he could feel his racing heart throbbing through it. As his hands unbuttoned his top he revealed the pink chemise that he wore underneath. 

His shirt landed on his jacket and goose bumps covered his naked arms has his hands went to the snap of his jeans. The spaghetti strapped chemise offered no protection from the chilled wind. His nipples hardened as the cold satin rubbed against them. 

When he unzipped his jeans he pushed them down revealing the matching pink panties and garters holding up the black thigh high stockings. The panties were obviously damp from pre-cum. 

She walked up to him and stroked one fingertip down the hardness pushing out the front of pink satin. Her hand travelled down and she touched the tops of his hairless legs, until she reached the garter. Inserting one finger into the band she pulled it out and then let it go and it hit his thigh with a snap, causing him to jump and whimper. 

Her small secretive smile was back and she ordered him, "Show me my ribbon."

It had become their private sign of ownership. She had sent him ribbons in various colors and everyday he was required to tie one around his cock and sack. It was to be tied tightly into a bow and it was to stay all day, to remind him that his body was no longer his own. 

His breath was coming in gasps as he pulled down the front of his panties revealing his tied cock; the ribbon was pink to match his underclothes. 

Her fingers reached out to tug at the bow as she crooned. "Look at you matching your ribbon to your panties." The bow came undone under her pulling and she glared at him. 

"This was obviously not tied tightly enough." She snapped at him as her hands went to the undone bow, pulling both ends tightly causing him to gasp and groan under her touch. Her fingers and palms kept rubbing against his cock as she tied the knot into a bow. 

"Look at you, about ready to cum just from showing me your girly panties. You are such a little slut." Her voice was quiet although her words were no less demeaning. And as she reached out to stroke him one more time it became too much and he spilled all over her hand. 

Her face showed disgust and his eyes filled with tears as he watched her hold her sticky hand out between them. He wanted to beg for her forgiveness but was more afraid to move, afraid he had ruined everything and that she would leave. 

Reaching out she wiped her hand across his chemise, leaving a trail of sticky cum across the front. 

"You are as bad as a bitch in heat." She accused harshly, as she finished cleaning her fingers. 

"Do you remember the rules I sent you?" She watched his face flame and a tear finally fall down his cheek. "I can tell by your expression that you do. So you remember the punishment for cumming without permission?" 

"Yes, Mistress." Came the barely audible whisper. 

"Good." She answered before stepping back. "Take your shoes off and step out of your jeans and go wait by that tree over there."

The tree was tall with a wide trunk and rough bark. And as he did was she said he watched her from the corner of his eye, wondering what she was looking for as she went from tree to tree pulling at some of the branches. Until she broke off a limber switch and he found himself swallowing hard, knowing what was to come. 

When she turned toward him he dropped his eyes and tried to stand still, although his body trembled in the cold. 

"Wrap your arms around the tree." She commanded and he did so with hesitating. 

His fingers barely touched around the wide trunk, but he could feel her tie something around both wrists keeping him there, unable to escape. His heart began pounding against his chest. Fantasy was so different than reality. How many times had he fantasized about being restrained and punished? And yet the reality was so much more intense than any words could ever describe. 

She moved around to stand beside him and dropped the switch at her feet as she began reaching into the pockets of her long coat. 

She pulled out blindfold and after searching for something else that obviously wasn't there she pulled out one of her insulated leather gloves. 

"It seems I have forgotten the gag, and as we don't want anybody to hear you scream and come running to the rescue, this will have to do." As she balled up the glove and shoved the entire thing into his mouth. 

"Do try not to scream loud. Sound carry in the woods, you know." She said, as she gave him a wicked smile before pulling the blind fold down over his eyes. 

He leaned his body into the rough bark of the tree. His feet were cold and were being poked by twigs and other debris. He tried to subtly shift but his arms were tied to tightly to allow him any room to adjust. He felt her hands on him as she slowly pulled his panties down to the tops of his thigh highs, exposing his bottom. Her fingers felt warm against his cool skin. And then her touch was gone. 

He stood there, his world dark. He could hear her shifting in the leaves. His body was tense waiting for the first strike to fall. But when it did it was still unexpected. The pain of the switch against his cold, bare skin burned worse than he expected and he bit down on the glove trying not to scream. If anyone walked up on this scene he didn't think he could take it, dressed as he was, and tied as he was, helpless as he was. 

She didn't pull back or stop, but kept striking his flesh ranging from his low back to the tops of his thighs. He lost count but knew the exact number the punishment specified. And when the strikes stopped he could only lean against the tree and try and breath through the pain. It wasn't easy with his mouth full, and tears leaking and his nose running from the cold and tears. 

He felt the ties around his wrists loosen but his legs were too weak to hold him and he fell onto his hands and knees. Her long coat was flung onto the ground beside him and then he felt her moving behind him, and then suddenly she was pushing inside of him with her strap-on. He knew she would do this. She had been brutally honest about what belonging to her would mean. She would accept nothing less than complete ownership of his entire body. 

His body felt raw, every nerve ending quaking with sensation. She moved against him and he could hear her breathing change, hear her quietly gasping and he knew that she was finding pleasure by using his body. And he felt himself trying to smile around the glove. Tears filled his eyes again but this time from joy at knowing that in that moment he was exactly who he needed to be. 

Her nails dug into his back and one of her hands stretched out and gripped his hair, pulling his head back at a nearly impossible angle and he absorbed every pull and bite and movement of her body and found peace in it all. Her breathing came faster and then suddenly he felt her entire body tighten up against his and he heard that quiet moan and he knew she had found her pleasure. 

When she released his hair, his head fell limply hanging down. He felt rung out, in a way like experiencing his own orgasm but more on the emotional level rather than the physical. An end to who he had been and a beginning to who he was becoming. 

She pulled back and lay down on the coat beside him, still dressed except for her pants which had been undone and pulled down just enough to release the strap-on. He took in the sight of her after she reached up to pull the blindfold off of him. Her smile was back as she watched him, and then reached up again to pull the glove out of his mouth. Her hand moved to his hair and he felt her grip his hair and push his face down towards the strap-on. Fear and bewilderment filled his face as he looked back at her, not sure she could possibly mean for him to clean it with his mouth. 

Her face shifted and he knew that this was another way in which she made him her very own. And then he opened his mouth and did as she commanded, letting his eyes rise to meet hers. That secretive smile was back and he saw from the look in her eyes she was becoming aroused again. 

When he finished she pulled him by his hair to lie down beside her. She wrapped her arms around him and cuddled him close, his head lying against her breasts. 

"Who do you belong to?" She asked him quietly.

"You, Mistress." He answered quietly.

He felt her hands move away from him and then return and suddenly he felt her sliding something around his neck. He froze, wondering if this could lead to where he barely dreamed it might. Then he heard the soft snick of a small lock, and then her arms were around him again. 

"Mine." 

He was home.



The Meeting



I don't usually go to bars and clubs, but tonite seems different somehow. I just have the urge to go in and see what's happening inside. There's the usual crowd of people. Some desperate guys hitting on girls, getting nowhere, as usual. Some pretty cute ladies out there, but nothing really catching my eye, until I spot you.

You are sitting alone at a table nursing some sort of mixed drink with a straw. Close to the bar, but off to the side where you can see the whole place. I notice right away what you are looking for. Every guy that gets in range gets a nice long look at his package. You are hungry for cock tonite and are hoping to find someone to give it to you.

I pick a spot at the bar near the end where you are. There are no stools at this end, so I just lean back against the bar and watch what's going on. You see me right away. You try to act like you aren't looking, but I see you look at me. My cock is already stirring, thickening, straining against the fabric of my jeans. The bulge running down my leg is very obvious. You can't help but look at it. You are subconciously stroking your straw as you take a drink. You know you want it, and so do I.

I walk over to your table and stand next to you. My cock just inches from your face, aching to get out of my pants and into your hungry mouth. You break your stare as you snap back to the reality that I am standing right there, watching you gaze hungrily at my growing member, and look up into my eyes.

"Can I help you?" You ask.

"I think we can help each other." I reply.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." you say, embarrassed, knowing I know.

"I know you do. You have been looking at it for a while. I know what you want and you know what I want."

You get nervous now. Nobody has ever noticed you before. You have gone out in the past checking guys out, imagining what you would do with them, but never before has anyone aproached you like this. Calling you out, knowing how much you want to feel a thick cock in your mouth.

"Sorry," you say, "I have to get going." With that you stand up to leave. I grab your sweater off the back of your chair and help you put it on from behind you. As you get your arms in the sleeves and pull the front together to button it I lean in and whisper.

"When you get outside, instead of going to your car, you will go to the alleyway to the left and wait for me there."

You don't say a word. You just grab your purse and head for the door. I return to the bar.

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"What is that guy thinking???" You think as you get to the door. "Like I'm going to go to the alley and wait for him. I don't even know him. Why would I do that???" You are walking without really paying attention to where you are going, thinking about this guy and his brazen request, no demand, that you go to an alley and wait for him. It isn't until you get there that you realize you had turned left and are now standing at the very alley I wanted you to go to. "Do I go in? Do I actually wait?" Then you think of that bulge in my pants. How you could see it's thickness. How it was throbbing, growing, right there in front of you. How you thought of feeling it in your mouth, sucking and stroking until it gave you the reward you desire so much.

You enter the alley and go back about 20 feet or so. "Is he coming or not? How long do I wait? This is stupid, I'm going home." Just then you hear the door to the club open. You see a shadow coming towards the opening to the alley.

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I round the corner and see you standing there, waiting just as I asked. I walk up to you without saying a word and push you up against the wall, kissing you deeply. My tongue probes your mouth as my right hand finds your breast, squeezing it hard as our tongues dance in your mouth. My left hand goes behind your head into your hair. I spin us around so that I am against the wall. I break the kiss, pulling your head back by your hair. It doesn't take much pressure pushing you down to your knees. You go down willingly.

You slide your hands up my thighs on your way to my belt. You gasp a bit as feel my hardness thru my jeans when your hand passes over it. It's only now that you fully realize just how much you need to feel me in your mouth. You unbuckle my belt and undo the button on my jeans. You pull the zipper down, as you suspected, I have no underwear on. You can see that I am clean shaved, but my cock is running down my leg so you can't see it yet. You kiss my smooth skin, inhaling deeply so you can smell the scent of my sex. You slip my jeans down just far enough to free my aching cock from it's confines. It springs out of my jeans, almost slapping you in the face.

You lick up my shaft slowly until you get to the tip. You see a large drop of precum at the hole. You give me a sultry look as you lick it up, pulling away so there is a string of cum from your tongue to my cock. You move back in, licking all of it up with a broad stroke of your tongue and swallow it down before taking my swollen head between your lips.

You slide your lips down my shaft taking as much as you can into your mouth. You start working my cock with your mouth, slowly at first, then picking up speed and intensity. My hips thrust along with you taking long deep strokes into your cum thirsty throat. I put my hands on both sides of your head, grabbing your hair as I start to fuck your mouth faster. Your hands go to my hips as you give your mouth to me to use as I please.

You can feel my cock getting even thicker and harder as I get closer to cumming. My body stiffens as I thrust forward deep in your mouth as I start to cum. You almost choke as the first blast hits the back of your throat but it doesn't even slow you down. You wrap your hand around my shaft and stroke it, holding the head of my cock in your mouth as I fill it with spurt after spurt of my hot cum. You swallow it down as if you were starving, eagerly sucking and stroking out every last drop.

You stand up as I tuck myself back into my jeans and button up.

"I put my number on a piece of paper and slipped it into your sweater pocket." I say. "Call me."

As you turn and walk toward your car you softly say to yourself, "Wow, I am a cum slut..."

"No," I respond. "You're MY cum slut."



The Meeting



You're tense and frustrated. You just want this online meeting to end so you can go climb into bed with your man and entice him into fucking your stress away. One nasal-toned manager makes the same insipid point for the umpteenth time, and you stifle a groan, close your eyes, and let your head fall back. That's when you feel the hand clamp over your mouth, which is all that stops you from crying out over the chat server.

Your eyes fly open to meet mine, upside down from your perspective. I wear a sly grin and I show you your collar. You know the one. The beautiful, handcrafted studded-leather collar you wore for the first time the night you playfully swore that if I could get it fastened around your neck, you would do anything I desired.

Your eyes widen in realization. I intend to... oh no! During the meeting? Certainly not! You begin to struggle and consider biting. But I clamp my hand down harder and raise my index finger from my grip on your collar to signal quiet while nodding toward the microphone on your desk. You consider slapping for the mute button, but I'm ahead of you and pull your chair back a bit so you can't reach.

I move my grip from your mouth to your throat, my look daring you to make a sound. But the only sound you can produce is panting. You realize your heart is racing and your panties are wet. No! This is not the time!

I reach down with the collar and slip one end of it under the back of your neck, releasing your throat from my grip to reach around with that hand to take the end. Now's your chance; you could sit up and escape the collaring. You totally could. In fact, you're certain that I've left you a tiny chance to escape, like a safe word, a Get Out of Jail Free card.

But that realization makes you think too long, and I've buckled the collar in place. Then I release you and step back, waiting for something. I'm far enough back that I can't stop you, and I don't move when you scoot forward and tap the Mute button, your other hand moving to the collar buckle.

Then the thought that started somewhere when you realized I've left you room to escape finishes blossoming and you freeze. In the sudden calm, a director on the chat call asks you a question, and you tap the Mute button again and answer him with your eyes locked on mine. The hand that reached up to unbuckle the collar instead caresses the leather. So many memories of submission while wearing it, and you've NEVER removed it yourself.

Fuck if you're going to start now! I got it around your neck next fair and square, and you *want* to fulfill your oath, pay your penalty, give me my price.

You straighten in your chair and place your hands, palm upward, on your thighs in a sign of submission. I move from my place leaning against the doorframe to stand closer and admire your quivering form, watching your excitement move through you.

I motion for you to stand, and you do. I lean forward to whisper in your ear, "Strip." A blush spreads across your face as you consider all the people virtually present in your home office. They can't really see you strip, but you can't help imagining that they can. And that imagining fills your soul with lust. Damn, you wish you could see the looks on their faces if they really saw you wantonly stripping in front of them! You bite your lower lip, smiling at me lustfully, and begin to gyrate, your hips and shoulders moving to an unheard rhythm as your fingers go to the buttons on your shirt.

You dance your lust to me as you teasingly draw your clothes away, playing to an imaginary audience in your mind's eye who are reduced to wanting you but denied because your Lord wants you for himself. You dance for your Lord.

Twice then thrice you are called out to contribute to the meeting. Into your role, you answer calmly with a cheerful smile directed at me, once dancing across the office to retrieve a folder to read some figures. You giggle when you are complimented on your good cheer and someone asks where you get your coffee.

Letting you dance nude for me for several minutes, I step closer and gather you into my arms, kissing your face and neck, lightly biting your ears, pulling your hair, pinching your nipples, squeezing your buttcheeks, stroking your spine, kissing your lips, invading your mouth with my tongue.

Shortly, I step away fractionally, placing my hands on your shoulders and pressing downward. You know what I want, and you want it more. You drop to you knees before me, place your fingers at the snap to my pants and look up pleadingly.

I smile and nod, and your grin grows as you undo my pants, brushing the hard cock under the fabric, knowing that I never wear my boxers when Mastering you, so you're that much closer to taking me in your mouth.

As soon as my manhood is clear of my fly, it's in your greedy mouth, and you pause to savor the feeling, filling your mouth, smelling my musky maleness. You shudder in pleasure with your eyes closed in ecstasy, then open them to look me in the eye and begin a sensuous, sinuous motion that starts at the base of your spine and rolls up your body to move your lips back and forth on my shaft.

I open my hands before you as though to grab something, and you obediently place your wrists in my grasp, which closes tightly on you. I raise your wrists above your head, and you add your arms to your languorous body wave, dancing again, on your knees, your mouth on your Lord's phallus, your wrists captured by his strength.

You are insidiously sexy. You know it. I know it. We know each other's bodies and rhythms, and soon we are reaching a fever pitch. You know I'll come soon after teasing one another.

You feel me swell in your mouth as the nasal-toned manager asks you for your input, the same input you gave while dancing with the folder. I glance at you and at the microphone, but you give a tiny headshake, instead accelerating your motions.

And then I'm releasing my load into your mouth. Your eyes close in pleasure for a second, but then you open them to look me in the eye and pull back a bit so that my cum is pumping squarely onto your tongue.

Meanwhile, Mr Nasal is getting upset that you're not answering, but you ignore him. When you have accepted my entire offering, you pull back more, letting my cock slip from your lips, and show me my cum cupped in your tongue. You close your mouth and lift your head so I can see you swallow and then show me your empty mouth.

By this time, your director has become concerned, calling your name and asking if you're OK. You turn your head and tell him, "Sorry, I slipped out to the kitchen for some sweet cream for my coffee."

I reach for the buckle on your collar to release you, but you put your hand over it, slipping back into your office chair with a headshake and a smile for me.

Understanding, I lean in and whisper, "I'll be waiting," and stride from the room, leaving you naked with your blind virtual audience. 



The Meeting



A short based on a real life friend. All characters involved sexually are 18+ enjoy! Also I'm writing this on my iPhone. Yes I know terrible media for writing lol but as such when statements are in between apostrophes instead of quotation marks, they are read as internal dialogue if not stated so. 

The first meeting. 

It had been a couple weeks. 

'That long?' she thought to herself.

She brushed off the thought. It truly hadn't felt that long. More like yesterday. 

She toweled off her wet hair and picked up the blow dryer. Her cropped dark brown hair wouldn't take long at all to dry. She ran a brush thru as she looked at herself in the mirror. She finished brushing and stared at the phrase she had written on said mirror. 

"I am beautiful. I am important. I come first," she read aloud. 

She smiled and walked away from the vanity. She opened a drawer full of panties and pursed her lips musing over the choices. 

"Hmm. Should I go super sexy? Well it's just the first time meeting him. It's not like we're gonna do anything. Fuck it. Something sexy to make me feel sexy," she giggled as she looked at the target of her comments. 

Her cat cocked its head sideways as if annoyed. She swore that cat could roll it's eyes at her. 

She turned to the mirror again a slowly slid her panties up. The material was almost sheer and edged with girly white lace. She walked over to her closet and contemplated. Her cat had taken a perch near the closet and was mewing for attention. 

"Not right now Drake. I need to get ready. I don't suppose you have any suggestions?" she asked the cat with a smile. 

Once again the cat, Drake, gave her that look that oozed displeasure. She turned back to the closet and picked out a pale lavender tank top and some hip hugger jeans. She took the items humming to herself and laid them on the bed.

"Oops! I almost forgot a bra," she giggled. 

She was so lost in excitement thinking about their upcoming lunch date. Lunch seemed so informal but she had chosen it for just that reason. This wasn't a typical date. It really was more like an interview. An interview with a tall sexy Dom. 

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He had told her to be dressed casually. The meeting choice was almost perfect as well, in his opinion. It was a little cafe that served mainly sandwiches, salads and soups. The gyros were particularly tastey. He lived farther away so he was already on the road. He hoped he had dressed to her liking. Sure he had said dress casually but he still wanted to impress. He popped his neck as he was driving and decided to put some music on to set his mood. 

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She was finally dressed and did a slow turn to look at herself in the mirror. The pale lavender tank top was a perfect subtle color to go with her pale skin. She felt a little shiver of excitement wondering which piece of her skin would be turned to a warm shade of red first. 

"Mmmm" she slightly moaned aloud. 

She gave herself a little slap on her jean covered ass and giggled. She hoped that her date went well and he would give her more than a little slap someday soon. She donned her shoes and took a look around her apartment. Still smiling giddily, she grabbed her keys and headed out the door to her car. 

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The twenty minute drive went quickly and she pulled into the parking lot of the little cafe. 

She got out of the car and looked around and found him. He was at least 6 foot tall and leaned against his Mercedes. He was dressed in a dark blue button up short sleeve shirt and equally dark blue jeans. 

"Boots.." she whispered with a grin. Oh how long would it be before she could lick and kiss those boots and tell him thank you for a good whipping?

She walked up to him. "Hello Sir. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." she said breathlessly. Just looking at him had her warm all over. 

"Likewise. And don't worry about calling me Sir...yet," he chuckled. "Just call me Ben for now."

"Ok...Ben. Shall we go in and get some food? I'm famished. Uh...I mean..may I come in with you for some food...Ben?" She asked trying to be at least a little submissive. 

"Of course Kristen. Follow me. Just a little behind and to my left." He said to her and started walking. He didn't have to look directly back to see she was already minding him. The distance between their shadows showed him. 'Theres a lot of promise with this one,' he thought to himself. 

He stopped at the door and waited. He never looked back and let out a small sigh. 

Kristen was standing behind him and suddenly realized when he sighed he was waiting for her to open the door. She scurried forward with her head held down and practically bowed as she opened the door for him. 

He smiled and said, "Good girl."

They sat at a table in the far left corner of the cafe. This time she was ready and scooted his chair back for him before she sat down. The waitress came by and took their drink and food order. She smiled and waited silently as he ordered both their meals. 

"So Kristen. Tell me what it is you are truly looking for," he said in a firm tone. His command obvious. 

Her heart fluttered at his words. Even in just a simple question his voice oozed confidence and dominance. She thought for a moment and had a moment of pause as the waitress dropped off their grilled chicken salads and tall glasses of lemonade. 

"Well...Ben. I would have to say that I'm looking for my anchor. Someone who will care for me and give me direction. I mean I don't mean total direction but nudges where needed. And...succulent painful pleasure," she giggled at the end. 

He looked at the diminutive woman in front of him. She was perky and had just enough bashfullness to be adorable. He eyed her up and down; appreciating her slim neck and the soft curve to her cleavage. 

"So to be blunt, Kristen. You want a Dom and not a Master?" Ben queried. 

Kristen stiffened slightly. 'Did I say the wrong thing' she thought to herself. She was worrying her bottom lip and had not answered. 

Ben chuckled, "Relax beautiful. That is not the make or break question. How about we finish our lunch and then we can retire to the patio and enjoy our drinks?"

She smiled and audibly sighed. She hated that her emotions were so obvious. 

The rest of lunch passed by with small talk of work and various little tidbits of personal life. 

Ben stood and held his hand out to her. She blushed and rose to take his hand. They walked out to the patio and sat near a weeping willow that was casting shade. 

He spoke first, "So I'm assuming you only live the lifestyle in the bedroom?"

"Well I mean...not exactly. I very much enjoy the lifestyle as often as I can. It's just well when I'm at work it isn't quite...what's the word? Conducive. Also.." Kristen trailed off. She wasn't sure she should share something so personal on the first meeting. 

Ben looked at her with a contemplative stare. "Also?" he asked. 

"I have a daughter. Wow I can't believe I just came out and said it. Um I'm not trying to uh find a um father figure or anything for her. Her dad is quite active in her life and we share custody. So every other weekend I have her. Along with every Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday." Kristen finished and began worrying her bottom lip. 

"That isn't a problem. I can understand your hesitance. A Dom can be very demanding." Ben stated then stood. 

'Oh no. That was the make or break. ' she thought to herself. 

"I think this first meeting has been very enlightening for both of us. If you feel the same as I do then I would absolutely love a second meeting. Perhaps something a little less informal?" He smiled warmly at her. 

Kristen's face brightened instantly. Her worries were unfounded and she practically lept to her feet.

"Yes Sir! Um I mean yes Ben. I would like that very much," she giggled. She couldn't help her ease with formalities. 

"Great," Ben said, his smile growing a little more. "Here's a card with my personal address and my phone number which you already have. For our next meeting you are to wear no undergarments and a dress. We will discuss your limits and draw up a contract for just one session. And after that we will go from there." 

Ben leaned forward and brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. He opened her car door and smiled. "I look forward to our next meeting beautiful," he said warmly. 

As Kristen drove off her tummy was doing barrel rolls. He wanted her naked under a dress. More so they were meeting again! 

'God I hope he takes me soon or ill just explode!' She thought to herself.



The Meeting



You leave the house dressed in a suit, saying that you've got a late meeting in town. You get into the car and drive to the hotel where you know I'm waiting. You toss the keys to the valet and walk into the foyer where the receptionist gives you the key card to a room. You find the room, open the door and see me standing on the balcony with a whiskey sour waiting for you. I'm wearing a black cocktail dress and heels. You love the way my hair swishes lightly as I turn to you and smile. 

You rest your hand on my hair, running it to the back of my head and pulling me in to kiss you. We kiss long and deep and urgently. You turn me around so my back is to your chest and right there on the balcony where anyone from the office blocks opposite could see, you ruck up the bottom of my dress. Then you slip your left arm around the front of my shoulders and your right hand finds the tops of my stockings. You seek a little further up my thigh and find my knickers. I move to stop you but you hold me more firmly and whisper in my ear that it's alright. You feel the moisture and heat transferring through the thin fabric of my underwear and you feel my breathing change. You let go of your grip around me and I feel you unzipping my dress and it falling to the floor. You tell me to place my hands on the glass wall of the balcony and you stand behind me, running your hands over my body. You stop at my tits, ass and then you grab a handful of my hair and firmly yank my head back towards you as you push your other hand down the front of my knickers. In a deft gesture, you part my lips and slip a finger inside me. You draw out the wetness and massage my clit, plunging in and out a few times before massaging again. I'm slightly ashamed at making such a show of myself but you assure me that my only audience is you. 

You lead me to the bedroom and sit on the side of the bed. You snap your fingers and point to the floor in front of you. I immediately kneel there, between your legs. You stroke my hair and nod. I open your zip and find your gorgeous cock which I eagerly take in my mouth and begin to suck and lick. I swirl my tongue around the tip then take it all down my throat and back out again. I lick up and down the shaft and when you're hard, you stop me and tell me to get up. 

Still clothed, you remove my bra, knickers, stockings and shoes. I am naked in front of you and you draw me to you and kiss me again. The material of your suit jacket rasps against my nipples, making them stiffen. I have to stand on tiptoes to reach up to you and I falter as the passion in your kisses weakens me. I push your jacket off your shoulders and undo the buttons down your shirt. I take off your tie and loosen your belt. My cunt starts to leak and drips down my thighs at the anticipation of what's going to happen. You push me to the bed, leaving your clothes in a heap on the floor and lay alongside me. You caress my body feeling my tits and nipples, stopping to suck each one between your teeth. Your fingers find their way inside my warm wet pussy and you stop exploring my body and lay back on the bed. You tell me to get on top of you and ride your cock. I oblige and fuck you, slowly, letting my nipples graze your hard muscular chest. Just as you sense my cunt tighten as my moans increase and I speed up the pace, you throw me off you and tell me to put my face down and my ass up. 

Of course I do so and I hear you lean down and slide your belt out of your trousers. You tell me to out my hands behind my back so you can restrain me with your belt. The leather bites into my skin beautifully painfully. The exquisite agony of lust and longing and physical pain are too much that I start to cry. "Please, please..." I sob. You hush me but I beg again, " Please. " you silence me with a few smart slaps across the bottom. Then taking your belt in one hand, you part my ass cheeks with the other. You put your cock to my tight hole and push into me. I take in a sharp breath and feel you ease yourself in and out of my asshole. 

You start slowly and whisper that you love having me as your plaything, that I am your property, that you own me. You tell me that my ass feels so good and that I'm a good girl for letting you do such naughty things to me. You increase your pace and become more forceful, you really work my asshole as I take all of your dick deep inside me. You tell me I'm beautiful and that you love the sight of that beauty being defiled. You tug on the belt as you fuck me harder and faster, the pain in my arms and my ass is intense. You cum deep inside me and I love the sound of your orgasm. The belt loosens and I'm free. You kiss me on the forehead and tell me again that I'm a good girl. I leave you to rest as I go and shower.



The Meeting



You walk into the hotel lobby and make your way to the elevator banks. The front desk personnel greet you. Maybe it's your own insecurities but you feel like they have a telling smile on their face, knowing why you are coming up to see me. You press the button and wait. It feels like the every person in the lobby is staring at you. They know. Know that your panties are already wet. Know that you are already imagining my hard hands on your flesh. The elevator finally arrives and you enter. Almost there. Knowing it's just a couple of minutes away mixes embarrassment, excitement and anxiety.

You take a deep breath and the elevator stops. You straighten your skirt, quickly check your lipstick, and exit into the hallway. You look at the room numbers. A very nice hotel but my room is at the very end of an isolated hallway. You knock on the door and I quickly open it. You step inside, so looking forward to seeing me again. Without warning or so much as a hello, you feel my hands grasping you, pulling you close and pushing you hard against the wall. You feel the heat of my body next to you. My hands as strong as you imagined grasping tightly at your hips.

I turn your face toward me and kiss you firmly on the mouth, teasing your tongue with mine, while lightly biting on your lower lip. I have really missed you. More tender than pain. I gently entwine one hand in your hair and pull it so that your neck is exposed. The feel of my lips on your cheek, your earlobes and your neck relaxes you. Your breathing changes and you heart begins to race, as you feel me start to hike up your skirt. As my fingers graze over the front of your panties, the static energy sends a shock down the length of your body. My hand lingers for a second, taking in the moisture and heat spilling out from your panties, as I kiss you now even more gently.

You start to say something, but my lips engulf you and bring you back to silence. I force your hand to my belt buckle and you undo my belt and then my jeans. I shrug out of my shirt and press my hips against you. My weight pins you against the wall and you hook one leg around my waist. Your skirt bunches up against your waist. You can feel how hard my cock is, only separated from your pussy by the thin fabric of our underwear. You push your hips into me, grinding your pussy against my cock, wanting it to thrust deep inside you, to fuck you hard but I do not. You feel my hands firmly grab your ass and feel my fingers dig painfully into your skin, bringing a gasp to your lips. 

I push your leg down and detangle us. No words. The silence, almost palatable in the air, intensifies the anticipation. I turn you to face the wall and push your hands and face are against it as I roughly yank down your panties. Your skirt is still around your waist and you are fully dressed except for the panties down at your feet. I use my leg to widen your stance so that you are fully exposed. One hand is on your hip while you feel the other rubbing your ass. The cool air is a contrast against your heated skin. You know whats coming next and it makes you start to shake a tiny bit. Suddenly, you feel the smack of my hand and hear the loud slap ring across the room. You close your eyes and I rub your ass. You brace for another knowing that I am just warming me up. Five more firm swats and you feel the burn of my hand on your ass even though the hand is long gone.

Suddenly you feel my fingers gently touch your pussy and begin to move back and forth across your lips, feeling your wetness. You want to turn and face me but I wont let you. I stop touching you and start to unbutton the front of your blouse instead. You are frustrated and want my hands to finish what they started, but I have other ideas. You feel my hands slip underneath your bra, grasping your breasts, softly pinching your nipples and feeling them harden at my touch. You moan as I press myself against you, pulling your arms behind you. 

I pull your shirt off and roughly kiss your shoulders, lightly nipping your skin as I unhook your bra. You feel my hot breath on your neck. You press back against me and feel my rock hard cock press into your ass. I push you back against the wall, your breasts feeling the coolness of it. I leave one hand pulling your arms back, as the other begins to play with your pussy again. I playfully bite your shoulder again as I insert my fingers deep inside you and start to fuck you with them. You feel the pace increase and moans of pleasure escape your lips. That only encourages me to get more aggressive with how I finger fuck you, reaching all the way inside to stroke your g-spot and you start to cum on my hand. The orgasm so intense that I can feel your pussy contract around my fingers and your body starts to shake. You feel your pussy juices gush down your thigh as the final waves of orgasm overtakes you. I pull down your skirt and turn you to face me. I gently kiss your lips. You are still turned on and you look over at the king size bed. My gentle kiss turns hard and ravenous. 

Having just cum, your desire does not even come close to what now stirs inside me. I pull you in even closer. My lips mere inches away. You lean forward for another kiss but I pull back. You try again, but as I jerk you away you suddenly realize that one of my hands has grabbed your hair. Rough. Painful. I jerk your head back even further away from me. With closed eyes, you finally give in and only then do you feel the heat of my mouth as I roughly kiss you. Another kiss. This one even harder. My fingers again find my way up your leg. I push my body against you and you feel my cock throb. My fingers move further up and you feel them starting to part the lips of your pussy. By now a familiar feeling but the tenderness you just sensed seems gone. My fingers are now rough against your tender clit. They slide deep inside your cunt. I work two fingers in and out like a piston, while my thumb continues to roughly stroke your clit. You cry out. Too much and so soon after the last orgasm but your pain seems to excite me even more as I again jerk back on your hair. Surprised you find yourself cumming. The pain only intensifying the wet orgasm that shutters your entire body.

The look in my eyes changes to one of even deeper thirst. You previously felt safe with me but the intensity in my eyes is starting to scare you. I pull on your hair again, but now even harder. My fingers leave your dripping pussy and flow to your breast, finally finding your nipple. What was before a gentle caress is now a painful pinch that makes you cry out again. You start to say something but feel the palm of my hand slap your cheek. The surprise takes your words away as my fingers slide through you lips, while the other hand forces your head forward. You taste your own pussy juices as I fuck you mouth with the same fingers that just a minute ago were deep inside you. All of a sudden you feel my hand slide down your cheek and my fingers wrap around your neck. Scary images run through your head. You struggle wanting to say the safe word we agreed on the day before but can't stay your mind long enough to actually remember what it is.

With my hand still tight around you throat, I forcefully push you down on your knees. My cock now out, you feel it brush your lips and taste the pre-cum which glistens on the tip. I pull on your hair forcing you to look up. You have never quite seen this look before in my eyes. Again you try to voice something to make me stop but can't as I slam my cock past your lips. Both of my hands now firmly gripping the back of your head, my cock fucks your mouth with abandon. You find yourself out of breath. Gagging. I pull out and force it back in as you try to get a full breath. All of a sudden you feel me tense up. I jerk your head toward me as my cock explodes with cum slamming hard into the back of your throat. Even too much for me, the forceful orgasm make my legs go weak and my cock slip out of your mouth, sending a stream of cum across your face and breasts.

Finally, coming to your senses, you push me back. Our eyes meet, your face betraying the anger at the fear of what you just felt. But once again I am smiling with that satisfied look I get. Shocked, you realize that despite all, it was still just a game and you were always safe.



The Meeting



Thank you to Duke Supernature for editing and formatting

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It was a cold October morning. Louise got out of bed and thought about what the new day would bring. She got up and gathered the things she would need for the day. Today was a day like no other, tonight would be a night filled with pure passion; a night she had been thinking about for what seems a lifetime.

Louise had met Fynn two years ago in an online chat room. They 'clicked' and swapped contact details. They would often send long emails to each other and it was Fynn that had given Louise the confidence to further herself and go to university. She had always been so grateful for this and held him in high regard. Though their emails both Fynn and Louise got to know each other quite well and this then lead to more erotic conversations, which they both enjoyed. The conversations always got both parties rather hot under the collar and longing for more.

So we arrive at today, a meeting had been organized and location had been agreed. Louise had the right amount of excitement and nervous to make her skin tingle. The more she thought about it the wetter she got, as she laid out the items she planned to take. She could not last the day in this state - she had a whole day of university studies to undertake first. She had already spent several lectures this year with a wet hot pussy thanks to some of Fynn's rather hot texts.

Louise decided she had to release herself there and then and removed the black silk nightie she had spent the night in and stood there naked in front of her mirror. She looked at herself as she slowly started to touch her nipples slipping a figure round each other then giving each a slight pinch, repeating this several times until she could see them hardening in the mirror. She then could no longer wait and snaked a figure down to her heat, she could feel how hot she was as soon as she got to her neatly trimmed mound. Then she realised just how wet she really was, she was dripping down her thighs.

She realised she must have been sleeping like this all night, as Fynn had told her exactly what he planned to do to her the following evening. She remembered touching herself last night as he texted her word for word, what he had planned. Fynn seemed to know her mind so well, he knew what turned her on and he knew how to get Louise dripping wet. This is why Louise knew she had to meet him and let her fantasies come true.

Louise's finger continued to snake down to her clit, it seemed rock hard already. She rubbed it round with one finger, round and round, then she used two fingers to rub her hardening clit occasionally pinching it between both fingers. The feeling was so intense yet she longed for the feeling of something hard inside her. She then moved her other hand down her body and toward her now rock hard nipples, she rubbed each one in turn between her finger and thumb.

Her pussy screamed to be filled and she was still dripping down her leg. She could not cope any-more and moved her fingers on her clit and slowly slipped them into the increasing wetness. Two fingers glided in and out of her wetness, she let out a moan, her tight pussy gripping to her fingers. The wetness dripping down her fingers as her head dropped back as she enjoyed the moment of ecstasy, the other hand now grabbing at her supple breast. She lifted her head and caught a sight of her reflection, she looked rather hot just then, playing with herself and she had always liked to watch herself being screwed.

This seemed somewhat naughty, and Louise always liked to be naughty, liked the idea of doing things that just weren't proper. Just then with the sight of her doing dirty things in the mirror did she feel herself to be so close. She dropped her hand from her breast and speed up the rhythm of the fingers inside of her, those finger fucked her wet cunt and she loved it, her other hand went to her rock hard clit and two fingers rubbed it round to the rhythm of her finger fuck. Just then one more glance in the mirror made Louise cum.

Her fingers were soaked and her heart raced, she fell back onto her bed and caught her breath.

"That should keep me going for the time being I think."

Minutes later after collapsing naked on the bed, she finally pulled herself up and got to packing her bag. She studied the underwear she had laid on the bed, thinking of Fynn and which one would get him most excited, she settled on a mint green and black bra with a matching thong that was tied by ribbons at both sides. She thought Fynn would like this set somewhat since he was in her mind when she bought it.

She could just imagine him pulling the ribbons and letting the thong full to the floor revealing her wet, tight pussy. Louise matched some black hold-ups to finish the look and thought she would hide it with a silk black dress that perfectly highlighted her curves. Happy with her selection she walked to the shower to clean off from the mornings activities.

Louise got in the mists of the hot water running down her hot body, nothing beat the calmness of a nice hot shower. As she tipped her head up the hot water ran down her firm breasts and the power of the water still managed to make her nipples tingle as they hit them. She could have stayed under the water for hours but due to her distractions this morning, she was now running late for university. 

She quickly washed her hair and rubbed cocoa butter into her skin and dried herself off. She walked back into her room and dressed in the clothes laid out on the bed and put on a little make up on her lashes and lips and grabbed some coffee , then headed out the door to a day full of lectures.

That day dragged so much for Louise, her mind was long from her studies. University was not where Louise wanted to spend her day, she dreamed of other ways to spend her day. She would drift off in her mind to all those texts that Fynn had sent her, the way he described draping kisses down her body, kissing her thighs, this thought made her so longing for these kisses.

Then she thought about the texts Fynn had sent her last night, he told her how he planned to blindfold Louise while draping her body with kisses then removing her dress slowly then binding up her hands. This thought really made Louise moist, she had longed for a man to tie her up and this was a great fantasy of hers. She longed for the moment she could walk into a room and no longer be in control, to be submissive.

Louise kept looking at the clock, and time seemed to be on her side, it was nearly time for her fantasies to come true. She packed up her laptop and started to walk to her car. She put her uni books and laptop in the car and got in. She looked at herself in her mirror; she brushed her hair, and reapplied her rich pink lipstick, deciding she looked as good as she could, she set the sat-nav for the location agreed and headed off.

She could feel the nervousness racing though her body, they were good kind of nerves though, she had longed for, being able to explore her sexual desires and fulfil the fantasies she had had. She had always desired the element of being under someone else's control, this man in her fantasies was older than her, adding to the element of control. She arrived at the hotel straighten her dress and heading inside, her skin tingling with excitement and her pussy begin to get wet.

Fynn had not been able to concentrate all day knowing that he was going to meet Louise for the first time that evening. Although well experienced in dealing with people and situations, this was one that made him quiver with nerves. He had been speaking to her in email and text for a few weeks now and they had swapped photos and thoughts about how sexually they felt about each other and he knew she was to be his that night.

He arrived at the hotel in good time and showered, pulling on a pair of Levis and a white shirt. The room was warm and welcoming and he had purchased a couple of bottles of bubbly to celebrate. The carpet picnic he had promised was also prepared and now all he had to do was wait.

Fynn sits in his hotel room knowing Louise was on her way. He had the champagne and picnic ready and was so excited. They had arranged for her to arrive at 6.30pm and almost to the second the door, which he had left on the latch, swung open and her tall, sensual frame entered the room. Louise smiled as the door clicked to and they stood looking at each other, barely able to believe they were in the same space together. Dressed in a big coat she walked in and he kissed her cheek.

They held each other's gaze for a moment but as the door clicked shut they began to kiss as if it was the thing they had most wanted to do in all the world. It was electrifying and sent a shock through his body.

Her coat fell to the floor leaving her standing in a black dress which touched every curve perfectly. There wasn't any point in fighting to hold back. He let himself enjoy the stimulation as their tongues met, stroking her waist. Her hands moved around my back, holding him close. Fynn drew his tongue back, making her chase it, then sucked hers as it penetrated her mouth, sliding his lips back along it, then extending his tongue and playing with hers in the open.

Louise caught his mouth with hers, then forced his lips apart, parting hers wide. He ran his tongue around her teeth. She sighed as he found her tongue and stroked it with his.

He felt her upper body pressing against his, pushing him down onto the bed, and put his right arm around her back as he settled on his left side, and she snuggled closer to him. Then she ran her hand over his shoulder and back. They kissed for a long while in passionate silence until he broke free and asked if she would like a glass of champagne. He poured her a glass and, as she sat to drink it, he sat opposite and smiled. "You are so sexy," he whispered.

He kissed her again, this time a little longer and a little more passionately and their tongues touched. He felt Louise's breath quicken and knew they were already both aroused beyond words.

He drew back and she sat, starting to talk like old friends. Fynn poured a drink and then came and sat next to her admiring her pale skin, the curves of her wonderful body under her dress. "I have wanted you for so long," he said and she responded with a smile and saying "Me too, I have thought about this too often."

As their glasses emptied Fynn kissed her neck, nibbled her ear lobe and caressed her arm, taking in her wonderful smell, her softness and then, as he ran his fingers through her hair, the look she gave him. It said "Fuck me, I'm all yours". Louise was a dish to be savoured and remembered. This was too special to rush.

He slipped the scarf from her neck and whispered "Do you trust me?" Her answer was "Oh yes. " He tied it across her eyes and gently secured it. Then she was in the dark about what would happen next. Pensive but excited nerves tingling senses going on overdrive.

He took her hand and bid her to stand and she obeyed. She felt his breath on her neck and then the gentle tug of the zip as it slide down. She felt a finger softly trace down her spine from the nape of her neck to her G-String and wondered what was to come next.

Nothing. She sensed him move and then like a whisper he touched her lips with his finger, tracing across them and then down her chin to the collar bone.

Almost without her noticing the straps of her dress were moved across her shoulders and the garment slipped to the floor.

Now she was standing part naked in her new underwear, bought especially for this evening. She felt him move around behind her and taking her hands he drew them together, quickly binding them with a soft cord.

Her heart raced she listened intently, trying to work out what was happening. Then she felt it - a gentle soft brush across her lips over her cheeks and onto her shoulders. In one continuous move the brushing went across her breasts, down her belly and thighs before slipping around to her but and up her back. And then it did it again but this time it followed the line of her panties where the skin met, up her belly and into her cleavage, across her throat and back to her mouth, she started to moan a little.

Then it happened as swiftly as anything she felt her bra come loose and slip from her breasts, trapped by her pinned arms.

Fingers stroked her nipples and the brush continued to caress he released her hands and let her bra fall and then retied her hands leading her to the bed where she was made to sit down. He caressed her hair and then kissed the top of her brow.

She was left sitting there wondering what was to come next. She heard a door open and close still nothing.

And then she sensed he was near again ... she was made to move back and kneel on the bed. What she couldn't see was that Fynn was now naked and close to her marvelling at her nakedness and wanting more of her.

He laid her down and she felt captured, her hands now behind her back under her and forcing her hips upwards. She felt his lips on her nipples and then him sucking deeply she felt him run the tip of his tongue across her belly and then onto the fabric of her panties.

His kissed her there, feeling the dampness of her panties and she was aware how turned on she was. Her hips moved upwards as she strained to feel more of him but he withdrew. He moved her on her front and she felt her hands released and moved to a place above her head. Still blindfolded she had no idea what to expect next.

Fynn was now so aroused that his hardness was full and pulsing. His cock had never been harder he was sure. He touched the tip to her lips and her tongue flick out across it... Her mouth opened and she ran her tongue around the head slowly. Fynn watched in excitement not going any further in but simply enjoying the scene, she sucked a little on the tip, then she took him deeply into her mouth listening to his moans. Louise worked the tip with her tongue while taking him deeper in her mouth, his moans filled the room. Fynn could not stand anymore he wanted to be inside Louise and to feel her heat.

He lifted up Louise's head, sliding down her body and started to kiss her, his hands sliding down straight into her wetness, Louise gasping loudly. She pulled Fynn closer desperate to feel him inside her, putting his tip on her wet slit pushing herself closer to his throbbing hardness. Grasping the moment he entered her; a perfect fit and a perfect feel, her pussy grabbing his cock tight. Louise's body wanting more of him, pushing against him takes him deeper. Moaning more as Fynn pumped her deeper moaning on each trust of his rock hard cock, are bodies as one.

His strokes got harder and faster as he reached up to hold her neck firmly, kissing her breasts and mouth with hard passion. Tongues engaged in the same rhythm as their bodies. She grabbed his hips and steadied his moves as she began to come. Her eyes rolled back and the spasms began. He let her enjoy every one before exploding into her with a deep groan.

Afterwards they lay, stroking and cuddling where they lay. Fulfilled and drained... For now, as they both knew they had the whole night ahead.



The Meeting



I was terrified and excited! I was about to get off the plane and meet the man I have dreamt about, fantasized about, and mentally had my way with for 10 years. We both have our everyday lives. I have a husband I love and adore and 3 kids and he has a wife he loves deeply and one adorable son. So why have we agreed to this? How could we not!? 

We agreed to meet in a public place so that we could both get over our nerves. I got checked into my hotel and decided to shower and change clothes. I wasn't going to do the femme fatale thing, that's so not me, but I did want to be fresh and not jet lagged. I took a slow, hot shower, feeling my large breasts slide through my soapy hands as I enjoyed their weight and the rosy tips puckered with anticipation. Soon, they would be HIS hands! I shook myself free of my imagination. I wanted to save all my energy for him. I had seen pictures and heard his smooth, seductive voice and couldn't wait to hear it in my ear with a whisper of his breath not the hiss of a phone line. 

I dressed with care but not out of character. My black lace underwear and black bra made me feel racy and sexy. My jeans and peasant blouse made me feel like me, confident and comfortable. I also know that my jeans hug my ass just so and my blouse is flattering to my large, full chest. My hair is long and blond and loosely pulled up on top, allowing the rest to cascade down my back. I put in small silver earrings that dangle and wink in the light and dab scent in my cleavage, on my wrists and on my neck. I'm ready.

I leave the hotel and decide to walk to the agreed upon meeting place, a small café where we can have coffee and chat for a while. We have also been friends and a shoulder to lean on when we both needed it from time to time. As I walked I realized that the time was here!! I was finally going to be able to do all the things I've dreamt about for so long and what was the reality going to be like? How would he be different from my imagination? Would he actually like me in person??? What if he didn't want me after all this time, anticipation and build up? 

I arrive at the café and stand outside for a moment, under a tree. Is he here? Will I recognize him? Pictures are great but, in person, sometimes we look different. I guess it's time. I take a deep breath and begin to take a step when a hand closes over my mouth and I am pulled up against a tall body behind mine. I let out a yelp of surprise and turn to find him holding my arm, smiling down at me with a warm welcome on his face. "I can't believe it's you!" I say throwing my arms around him, just so glad to be able to hug my friend after all this time. 

We proceed to the café and spend the next couple of hours chatting, laughing and flirting. We both finally relax into the friendship and camaraderie that we have had for over 10 years. As the sun begins to set, and the lights grow dim, the mood alters and the chat turns to more innuendo laced dialogue. I begin to feel nervous and excited. I can feel my breath beginning to hitch and my panties are getting moist as I anticipate the next several hours. I look at his big, strong hands gesturing as he talks and begin to imagine them on my body, squeezing, rubbing, and arousing me beyond the point of return. I look at him and see the same look on his face that I imagine is on mine... the look of a starving person who sees food for the first time in a long time. I WANT IT NOW!

"Get the check." I purr softly, "It's time for us to go."

I slip a piece of paper across the table along with a room key, "Meet me here in 20 minutes." I stand up and walk out, feeling bold, scared, excited and nervous. 

Upon returning to the hotel, I walk to the bar, order a shot of whisky, down it in one gulp and have the bartender put it on my room bill. As I walk out of the bar and across the lobby, I'm so ready to get fucked the way I have dreamed about for 10 years. I get to the room and turn one lamp on, just enough to see but not enough to light all the dark corners. I stand at the window, looking out over the city and the twinkling lights and wait. Finally, after what seems like ages, I hear the door open and shut. I stop breathing and wait. He says nothing but crosses to me and, once again, puts his arms around me from behind. 

"Are you sure about this?" he asks.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life!" I reply, my breath hitching.

He moves my hair and his lips nibble the side of my neck, just below my ear. My knees go weak and the only thing holding me up for a moment is his strong arms. I can smell his scent mixed with the waft of sexual need and I feel a gush in my jeans. "Oh my god, it's finally happening!" is all I can think. His hands skim up my sides, making me shiver as they come to rest lightly cupping my heavy breasts. I notice, dimly, that his hands fit my breasts perfectly, as if they were made for his hands. He flicks my nipples through my bra, making me moan and laugh at the same time. I'm still too shy to turn around to face him but my hands slide up his thighs, feeling the muscles tremble under my hands. 

He turns me gently to face him, "Hi." he breathes against my lips as he takes my mouth with his and takes my breath away with his kisses. His tongue is thrusting into my mouth mimicking the actions to come. He kisses me deeply and passionately, nibbling on my lips. His kisses trail down my neck and he nibbles my neck and shoulder. I can't breathe, I can just gasp with desire. I can't get enough, I want more! I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back passionately, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders and press myself against him feeling his hard cock through the layers of clothes. I let my hands fall and squeeze his ass, hard, filling my hands with him as I pull him closer still. He nibbles his way around my throat and begins on the other shoulder as I whimper in delight. Then all thought ceases and I go wild. I begin to tear at his belt trying to get to him. I can't make my hands work the belt to undo it so I rip the buttons from his shirt and slide my hands over his chest, feeling the maleness of him. He grabs my hands and slows me down, "We have all night." he laughs. I pull my hands away and say, "Yes, we have all night so I can have you now and later!"

He pins my hands at my sides, "Let me undress you." he says. I nod silently. "The only catch is that you can't move until I say so."

Oh. Dear. God. 

I agree to this and the torture begins.

He stands me in the middle of the room and just walks around me, looking me up and down like a sweet treat, caressing me with his eyes. He doesn't touch me other than to brush by, lightly and my body is craving his touch. He knows how exquisite torture works. We walks up in front of me and my hands clench into fists with the desire to grab his visibly hard cock and feel the thickness and heat of it, but I just stand there. I've given my word. He unties the string at the top of my blouse and it parts down to a deep V exposing the lacy top of my bra. He traces the line of my cleavage down into my bra and one of his large hands slides into my bra and fondles my breast, thumbing my now diamond hard nipple. I bite my lip. He slides both hands under my shirt and pulls it slowly over my head, leaving me standing in front of him in my jeans, breathing raggedly, my face and chest rosy with desire. He leans close, reaches around me and unhooks my bra allowing my breasts to spring free into his waiting hands and, thank you lord, lips! As his lips close over my left nipple, my knees threaten to give out, leaving me in a heap on the floor. He grabs my elbows just in time and holds me upright never breaking the suckling at my breasts. Once he makes sure I won't drop to the floor, he begins working at the button of my jeans. As he slides my jeans down his mouth follows a line down my torso and onto my belly, planting little kisses and tongue flicks.

"Please!" I moan. He just laughs and says, "You have no idea how hard this is for me."

He laughs against my lower abdomen and I can feel his breath just above the top of my lace underwear. His tongue then follows the line of them, tracing the beginning of the only barrier now left between my hot, wet pussy and his mouth. He leans down and helps me step out of my jeans. He walks me backward and I feel the edge of the bed against my knees. One push, and I'm on my back across the bed. I reach for him, desperate to feel him against my skin, but he pulls away, shaking his head, "I'm not done." He grabs a pillow off the bed and kneels between my knees. His mouth is on me now, breathing through my black lace and stimulating the most sensitive part of my being. He flicks his tongue against my clit through my panties and I jackknife into a sitting position. He slowly presses me back down as his mouth continues to tease me, his hands coming to rest on my hips, pinning me in place. He nibbles on my thighs as he slides the final wisp of lace from my body. He attacks my pussy with a single minded determination, licking and sucking and nipping at my clit. At this point, I am gasping, crying, moaning and climbing to a peak about to cum all over his face.

"Keep going!" I beg. His laughter against my flesh just makes vibrations that add to the sensations, it's almost too much. He closes on my clit and thrusts two long capable fingers into my soaking wet cunt and it's too much. I explode all over his fingers and into his mouth, crying out on a long moan of ecstasy. The orgasm leaves me shaking and moaning, as his fingers thrust slowly in and out, driving the peak farther than I'm used to almost to the point of too much. He withdraws his hand and kisses my thighs as he unwraps my legs from around his body. As I begin to come back to myself, I realize that I had totally let go.

"Oh my god, how loud was I?" I ask, embarrassed at my total lack of control.

"You were perfect." He replied, smiling at me.

"Am I free to move now?" 

"Yes."

I smile up at him, "My turn!"

"Ooh, I'm scared." He says, holding his hands up in mock arrest.

I stand up and walk him backwards until he is against the wall. My hands slide under his ripped shirt and smooth over his chest following around to his back lightly raking my nails over his flesh and watching the goosebumps rise on his skin. He hums low in his throat in appreciation. I have to taste his mouth. I pull his mouth down to mine, fisting my hand in his hair, and kiss him like the starving woman I am, sweeping my tongue around his mouth, tasting my own saltiness in his mouth. I love the way I taste on him. I nibble on his neck, flicking my tongue over his skin, leaving a slight wetness that I then blow on, causing him to shiver. My hands are still on his torso sliding down to his hips as my mouth works on his chest. When I get to his nipple, he gasps. I tease it with my teeth and flick the other nipple with my nails, getting both to rise, and eliciting a moan from his lips. I see his hands fist in frustration and laugh, "Turn about is fair play, my dear!"

I slide my hands under his waistband and grab his ass hard, pulling his groin against me sliding up and down against the hardness. A wet spot appears and I know it's time. I undo his belt and undo the button with my hands as I pull down the zipper with my teeth. As his jeans fall to the floor, I gasp greedily at the hard cock straining against his boxer briefs. My mouth waters as I anticipate the feeling and taste of it in my mouth. I slide the boxer briefs off and his big, beautiful cock springs free, jerking and drooling, begging me to take it in my mouth. I blow on it to make it twitch and look up at this man I have dreamt about for so long. As our eyes meet, I take that cock into my mouth, down to the root in one swift move. His eyes roll back into his head and he groans loudly. I scrape my nails down his inner thighs as I suck his cock, up and down and up and down, swirling my tongue around the shaft with every motion. I cup his balls, massaging them as I slide up and down his shaft. I take him deep into my throat and hum, vibrating my throat around the head of his penis. I can taste the precum and I want more. I pull back and blow lightly on his twitching, jerking cock. I take his hand and lead him to the bed. I push him down and kneel between his legs. I wrap my breasts around his cock and fuck him with my breasts, all the while watching his face, that face that I have had etched on my mind for so long. He is almost gasping for breath now and I know he's close. His hands are fisted in the sheets. With his throbbing cock still between my breasts, I drop my head and take the head in my mouth and suck and flick at the head, still fucking the shaft with my breasts. This is the final push, he explodes in my mouth and the load is huge. I pull back and allow the rest to land on my heaving cleavage as I watch his face frozen in a moment of passion. I continue to slide up and down, flicking the head with my tongue and nipping with my teeth until he begs me to stop. 

"Was it as good as you thought it would be?" I ask with a smile. 

"Better." He replies, still gasping for a deep breath.

"Let's rinse off. Give me your hand." I say.

We stagger into the large, white bathroom and turn on the large, walk-in shower and just stand under the spray, holding on to each other. I grab the soap and begin to slide it over his body, slowly.

I make sure he's clean and he repays the favor. We towel each other off and move back into the bedroom. 

"Hungry?" I ask. "Let's order room service."

An hour or so later, energy replenished, we sit talking and laughing on the bed, TV on in the background. We talk and sip wine and talk some more. When the subject turns to fantasies, we are both ready to discuss in detail. I tell him that I am living my fantasy, right now. He tells me that his fantasy involves a blindfold and having his "prey" at his mercy. 

"Show me." I say, slipping out of my robe and handing him the belt.

He stands up and takes the belt in one hand and my wrists in the other and uses the belt to bind my wrists together lightly, enough to get the point across but with enough give that I could get out if I really tried. He grabs one of the pillows off the bed and pulls the pillowcase off and ties it around my eyes, rendering me completely blind and at his mercy. He lays me back on the bed and begins to tease me, touching here and there, surprising me with each touch. A nip here and a kiss there, a tickle here and a light slap there. He finds an ice cube from the wine bucket and slides it over my hot body. My body is almost in overload sense wise and so sensitive to each brush, each breath, each pinch. He pinches my nipples, making them hard as stone, teasing the large pink rounds into tight buds. He bites them lightly making me arch my back into his mouth. He pulls back chuckling. He bends over me again, at least that's what I think he's doing, and I feel his fingertips running up my leg, lightly swirling higher and higher. I squeeze my legs together blocking his way to my now sopping wet pussy. He uses both hands to pull my knees apart and sets himself between them, holding me open to his attentions. He tickles the outer pouty lips of my cunt, tracing the lines with one, evil, teasing fingertip. He slips that finger between my lips and just flicks the opening to my hot, tight cunt. My hips buck to feel that finger enter me but he stays just out of reach, knowing that he is driving me crazy. He grabs another ice cube and slides it down my pussy lips, the shock of cold delicious against the hot of my skin. He slides the ice cube into my pussy, making me gasp, it is an amazing sensation. I feel him shift on the bed but cannot tell what he's doing, until I feel the head of his big beautiful cock teasing me right at the mouth of my clenching pussy. I want him inside me so badly, I'm almost crying. 

"Do you want me, baby?" He asks.

"Oh God Yes!!!! FUCK ME!" I pant loudly, my hips bucking and thrusting, just trying to grab his cock.

He puts his hands on my hips holding me down and dips just his head inside, making me whimper. His hot cock head warming the icy skin just inside my cunt. He withdraws and then dips again, just the head. My bound hands are clenching so hard I can feel my fingernails biting into my palms, tears of frustration seep out of the corners of my eyes. I can feel his arms trembling with the effort of holding back. Then, finally, in one swift move, he skewers me to the bed with one long hard thrust, filling my pussy with his hard cock, making me gasp in pain, pleasure, and satisfaction. The heat of him instantly warming up the cool tunnel. He gasps at the meeting of hot and cold. My muscles contract hard around this invasion, making him groan in delight. His hips begin to move as my legs fall open wide then wrap around his hips pulling him tighter with each thrust. My hips rise to meet his with a slapping sound that just adds to the other sounds in the room, heavy breathing, wet noises and the low rumble of the TV. I can feel his cock filling every inch of my cunt, stretching me wide and tripping every sense I have available. I feel his ass under my legs flexing as he pounds into me, the rhythmic movement driving us both to the edge. 

"I don't know if I can hold back." He pants.

"Then don't." I say, squeezing my inner muscles hard in time with each thrust milking his cock from within. 

This proves the final straw and he cums, loudly, shouting as his large load fills my pussy. I continue to squeeze his prick with my muscles making him shudder with each squeeze. I am so close to cumming and I want to cum again with him still inside of me. I use my legs to slide him up and down over my clit until I, too, explode with delight. He is still buried inside me, feeling the ripples of my pussy as the climax hits. I can feel the rush of juice as I squirt all over his cock. He collapses on top of me as I continue to shudder and shake from the magnitude of my orgasm.

We both lie still, stuck together by our sweat and body fluids, gasping for breath, hearts hammering.

"Holy shit." I murmur. "I knew it would be good, but I had no idea it would be THAT good!"

I have wiggled out of my blindfold at some point but hadn't noticed until now. My hands are beginning to tingle, letting me know that I had pulled the belt tight around them during the amazing, mind-blowing sex.

"Help." I say through en exhausted laugh. 

He lifts his head, sees my hands and shifts to the side, reaching for them. He unties the belt and gently rubs the red marks left on my wrists, kissing the inside of each wrist, making me melt. Too tired to move, we curl up on the bed, he pulls the covers up over our now cool bodies, turns off the TV and the lamp by the bed and we slip into post-coital sleep of the dead.

I open my eyes in the dark room and see the dim beginnings of pre-dawn at the edges of the room curtains. I know what this means and I'm not ready for it yet. I turn to look at him, seeing the faint outlines of his face in the dark, sleeping on his side facing me, one heavy arm over my midsection. I look at him, really look at him. While I know, without a doubt, how much I love my husband and would never, ever leave him for anyone, I also love this man. He has been my friend and fantasy lover for so long, how could I not love him?

I slowly move out from under his arm, taking care not to wake him. I go to the bathroom and wash my face to get rid of the grogginess. I wash my bits, freshening up, noticing how tender and sensitive they are from the earth moving sex and decide, I want more. Now!

I walk swiftly and quietly back into the bedroom, pausing at the foot of the bed. He has rolled onto his back, lightly snoring. I pull the sheet free of the foot of the bed and climb under. I begin flicking my tongue over the flesh on his thighs, blowing where I have flicked, noticing the rise of gooseflesh. He moans but does not wake, thank goodness. I part his thighs and stretch out on my stomach between them. I am now eye to eye with his also sleeping penis and his big heavy balls. I squirm a little remembering how they slapped against my ass when he was fucking me. I run my tongue over each round, loving them with my tongue and lightly scraping with my teeth. This gets a reaction from the not-so-sleeping cock, who is now semi-hard and waving at me. I lick my lips and respond by taking the rapidly hardening dick in my mouth, lightly running my tongue around the head, feeling it expand and grow. I suck gently and run the tip of my tongue down the underside of the shaft, all the while lightly scraping my fingernails down the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. He begins to moan more, shifting his legs, not awake but no longer sleeping. I move up his body until my breasts are hanging over his cock, surrounding them with soft heat. He smacks his lips, still in a semi-dream state. I kneel up and move my legs so that I am now straddling him, my wet heat cradling his cock in my cleft. I raise up and ever-so-slowly lower myself onto his now hard and straining dick, feeling him touch the center of my cunt, feeling the shaft continue to expand, filling me even more than I thought possible. In this position, it's almost too much cock but I want it all. I begin to move, rubbing my clit over his skin every time I slide down. I have to really pace myself so I do not hurt myself. Up. Down. Grind. Up. Down. Grind.




The Meeting



It was the first time we met. 

I was nervous and scared, with a small ball of anxiety low in my stomach. Once or twice I started to turn back, all the niggling doubts in the back of my mind rushing forward. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this wasn't what I wanted. Could I handle it? What if it was too much, too intense, too overwhelming? And the worst doubt of all: what if you were disappointed? 

I knew I shouldn't feel this way, you knew me better than anyone. All of the long chats, emails, phone calls, after the in-depth conversations about my hopes and desires, darkest fantasies you had teased out of me, one at a time...you knew me better than I knew myself. Still, I couldn't help but worry. This was the first meeting, the first time we would actually see each other in person, physically be within close proximity. I was excited, yes, but mostly nervous. So many things could go wrong. And I wasn't really sure I would be able to do this. I have never been a self-assured, confident person, and this was a huge step. 

But I knew I had to try. I needed...something...more or I would suffocate. I just couldn't continue this way, without at least knowing that I tried. 

You were more experienced with it of course, I knew that, expected it. In truth, I needed that as well. Two novices would be disastrous, much like the old adage, "two virgins on a bed is one virgin too many." I was completely new and would need your guidance and expertise. You knew that, as well. 

Deciding that the punishment for changing my mind wouldn't be worth it, I left my car a little ways down the street. I didn't want to draw too much attention as I made my way to the address you had given me; worried that someone would read my face and knew what was about to happen, what I was walking myself into. None of my family or friends knew what was planned. Oh, they knew I was meeting someone out of state, but they were told it was for a collaborative business project. They knew what time I should be back and that my phone would be off during most of the trip that I would check in during the evenings or before bed, but they didn't know the real reason I was here. That was just between you and me. 

After a few moments of indecision I knocked on the door, perhaps a bit softly, but you heard it. There were footsteps and the slight creak of hinges as the door opened. I remember the expression on your face more than anything. After a second's pause I remembered the first rule, quickly dropping to my knees and folding my hands across my lap and dropping my head down. It wasn't a standard pose but it was the best I could do under the circumstances. I remember blushing. I was embarrassed that anyone on the street who happened by would see me, but at the same time I was exhilarated. 

You knew I would feel this way, the shame and the thrill. Part of my nature. More than anything else, it made the situation real to me; I was here. I was actually going through with it. 

You left me there, sitting subserviently on the top step for all the world to see, for what seemed like hours, although it was probably no more than three minutes. By now my face was flaming, ears straining for the sound of traffic on the street behind me, desperately hoping no one would see. 

Finally you motioned for me to stand and follow you. With relief I complied, quickly stepping through the doorway and into a narrow hallway, my bright pink ponytail bouncing slightly as I walked. It was warmly lit, I noticed, with simple, tasteful abstracts dotting the walls. Somehow I hadn't expected that. 

At the end of the hallway it opened into a larger room, mostly in shadow. A squashy couch sat near a wall to the left, where you led me and offered a seat. This amazed me. I had expected to be on the floor. Apparently my surprise showed on my face because you lifted your lips in a half-smile as you reclined against the cushions. That was when I saw something shift behind your eyes, like you had pinned your prey and were waiting for it to realize that all you had to do was pounce. 

So I sat on the edge, nervous and shy, while we discussed the main details. It was going to be simple, easy, light. A trial run, as it were. We set precautions, and then spoke about boundaries that could be pushed, under the right circumstances. You knew that you could press me further than I thought I could go, had already done so many times, but I felt it was necessary to reinforce my limits. I had learned by now that you liked to cheat. Still, this felt familiar, comfortable. Like we were messaging each other. I sighed as the knot of tension in my stomach loosened. 

You noticed. 

Of course you did; you knew me the best, knew when would be the time to strike. Without even stirring you ordered me to stand and strip. I was caught off guard but followed the command with only a slight hesitation; you cocked your eyebrow at me and smirked. I was going to be punished for that pause, I knew it. You always warned me what would happen if I lacked obedience. My stomach clenched again. 

This was it. 

Clothes neatly folded and placed on the couch I was motioned to stand upright, hands behind my head, legs spread. Facing you as your eyes traveled down my frame, carefully scrutinizing every detail. I was uncomfortable and bare, feeling vulnerable in ways I had never experienced before, especially aware of the cool air on my freshly-shaved cunt. I shivered and you smiled. That was the point, your eyes said to me. That is why you are here. 

For a long moment you just looked me over, making me suffer in my exposure, gesturing for me to turn now and again. I was mortified, a deep blush creeping up my body. 

Which is what you wanted. 

Finally you stood, turning me to face the couch again, still in my defenseless pose. 

I averted my eyes in shame and excitement as you walked around me, hands roaming over my skin, cupping my breasts, stroking my back, tracing the line from ear to clavicle. Small electric shocks followed your touch, teasing and tantalizing. I bit my lip as your hands dipped lower, exploring, feather-light, taunting, building a smoldering need. I held my breath. Your hand hovered just above my nether regions, taunting me as I craved your touch. Could you feel the heat from my swelling lips? 

I groaned softly when you turned away, walking to some area still in shadow. Little trails of arousal ran down my legs as I waited. Within moments you were back, starting down at me with dark eyes. You were planning something that I probably wouldn't like, I could tell by the expression on your face. 

One hand caressed my breast, drawing out the nipple into a hard pebble. I moaned, delicious feelings rippling through my body as you manipulated my sensitive skin. My eyes fluttered half-closed of their own accord as I leaned into your touch. It just felt so wonderful, waves of sensation flooding me as your fingers worked magic on my skin. Something cold made me gasp but you continued stroking, transferring your attention to my other breast. I could smell something with a menthol base. Icy Hot? The cold quickly warmed and began stinging, a deep burn seeping into my flesh. Yes, definitely the Icy Hot. I bit my lip. I had done this much before at your direction, I could withstand it again. Deep breaths. I could do this. 

Without warning I felt a sharp, hard pinch. My eyes flashed open, wide with pain. Glancing down I saw a clothespin firmly attached to my hard, sensitive nipple. 

It hurt. 

But you knew it would. Just like you knew how hypersensitive my nipples were, how I was able to convert some pain to pleasure but not others. How the Icy Hot was a pain I enjoyed, but the clothespins were not. How this pain was one that always overwhelmed me, a limit that I wasn't sure I could push. 

The bite of the second clothespin was just as bad as the first. You smiled at your handiwork, pulling and tugging on each in turn, causing me to gasp and pull away. That was more than I could tolerate, but I didn't want to safeword. I was too obstinate to give in this early in the game. I had to know I could do this. 

After another moment you moved away, leaving me to dwell on my situation. My nipples were throbbing dully, stinging hotly, replacing my embarrassment. My legs were becoming sore, the strain of standing too wide taking its toll. My arms were feeling a similar distress from being held up, hands clasped over my ponytail. More arousal trickled down my legs. 

I saw you walked back over to me, assessing how I was able to maintain my position. I must have done reasonably well because you didn't make any comment. Instead you raised kind of whip. It had a braided handle with many different strips of conditioned leather. 

We had spoken of this often. The flogger. 

Without preamble you began, the leather striking my flesh, sending spikes of sensation deep into my skin. Back, stomach, the undersides my breasts, thighs, buttocks. Up one side, down the other, back to front to back again. Methodically you worked your way down and up my body, the sharp sound of leather on flesh echoing slightly in the austere room, each strike stinging a little more than the last. The clothespins shifted as the whip struck me, pulling and tugging on my already aching nipples. My small pants each time the flogger hit punctuated the air. 

Abruptly the flogging halted. I tensed again slightly; would you be delivering my punishment now? You ran your hands over my heated skin, feeling the warm flush that covered my body and the slight welts from each strike, flicking the clothespins. My arms were trembling, hands still locked behind my head. My legs felt strained from holding a position so unnaturally wide. I had never been in this kind of tension for so long. You said nothing, moving behind me to shuffle something against the wall. I couldn't see you, but I could feel your presence, hear the tinkling of metal. 

Coming around to stand in front of me again, you signaled for me to kneel. I complied a little clumsily, the cold floor feeling like an electric shock on my warm skin. It was almost soothing at first, before the discomfort of the unyielding floor began to seep in my bones. 

With deliberate slowness you removed your pants, almost like a striptease, watching my face to gauge my reaction. This wasn't some romantic encounter, with kisses and cuddles and peeling away garments one at a time in a haze of passion; this was about power and assertion of authority, demanding that I acknowledge your dominance. And I did. 

Your cock stood out, proud and erect, eye-level with me as I kneeled on the cold floor. Inflicting pain on me had obviously turned you on, but I knew that it would. I remember the trepidation I felt as you walked toward me, signaling my next task in silent commands. I wasn't concerned about the act itself; despite having only a little experience, it was fairly obvious what to do. It was the lack of verbal communication that was starting to wear on my nerves. And the worry that I would do something incorrectly, fail to please you. 

Hesitantly I opened my mouth, sliding down over the head of your cock. As you filled me I reached down with one hand to stroke you but you grabbed my hands in one of yours, trapping them above me, sliding further in. I would have to do all the work with just my mouth. 

I risked a glance up. You were watching my face, your eyes dark and burning, waiting for me to get started, seeing if I could follow your commands despite my discomfort. So I tried. I swirled my tongue over the head of your cock, tasting you, formed my mouth into a wide "O" and ran it down your length and back up again. I repeated the process, feeling each pulse of your flesh in my mouth. 

You let me work for a few minutes. Perhaps I wasn't moving fast enough, you never said. Perhaps you simply required more control. Without comment you tightened your grip on my wrists with one hand while your other moved to the back of my head. You began thrusting hard, choking me, the head of your cock forcefully sliding down my throat. Liquid was leaking down my legs again; being used was turning me on more than I had ever been. The harder you thrust the more I gagged, choking, but you kept on, over and over, grunting softly as you moved. I was little more than a vessel, something to be used at your whim. My comfort was irrelevant. I struggled for breath as you pushed you cock as deep as you could and held it there, cutting off my oxygen until my eyes started to roll back, then withdrawing to allow me air. Over and over, my throat spasming around your cock, until my eyes swam with tears. Another hard, deep thrust and I choked again, feeling your cock swell, tasting your cum as you withdrew. You released my hands and stepped away. 

Gasping, I fell forward, palms spread on the cold floor, trying to steady my breathing as I quivered. You watched critically as I calmed myself, making sure you hadn't pushed me too far, too fast. It was still early and neither of us wanted me to break. Not yet. 

I don't know how much time passed while my heart rate slowed and breathing returned to normal. Trembling, I raised my arms back up, hands clasped behind my head, grasping the hard knot of the rubber band that held my hair to keep my hands steady. Satisfied that I was ready to continue, you moved away, preparing for the next activity. Giving me time to recover my equilibrium. You had deliberately placed me so I faced away from you as you worked. I wasn't supposed to know what was coming next, that was part of it. Anticipation and trepidation built up in equal measures as I strained my ears, trying to decipher your movements. 

Footsteps. 

A breeze caressed my skin as you passed closely, still beyond my line of vision. So I waited. As my breathing continued to settle I began to re-notice the ache in my knees from the hard floor. I longed to move, to ease the soreness of my muscles and the strain on my knees but I held still, barely fidgeting. 

More footsteps. Something heavy sliding against the floor. A soft click. A light, it sounded like. 

Perhaps this was part of my punishment, the silent treatment. I was property, undeserving of attention until you were ready to use me. You ignored me, moving around the room, completing preparations. Reinforcing my place, kneeling at your feet. A reminder that you were in charge. 

After what seemed like hours you moved to stand in front of me, motioning for me to stand. I lowered my aching arms and rose unsteadily, wincing as my knees protested. I turned as you indicated, following to the space you had prepared while I was waiting, my eyes widening apprehensively. 

Below a wide pool of light was a metal table. A smaller table stood beside it, but in shadow so I couldn't see what was on it. More implements of torture I was sure, but I didn't know if they were for my pleasure or yours. 

Or both. 

At another imperious gesture I rose and climbed onto the table, lying backward on the cold surface, legs spread wide. With quiet efficiency you used a length of rope to bind my hands together, above my head. Your continued silence was just as torturous as any physical activity thus far; I had no method of gauging your mood except by expression, which you knew. It was gradually driving me mad. 

You were still moving around, mostly at the end of the table where I could not see. I was on pins and needles, waiting for your next move, still tasting the saltiness of your cum in my mouth as I lay there. 

I didn't have a long wait. It was a flogger again, a little smaller this time. I refused to look at you when you raised it, keeping my eyes closed. You were going to inflict more pain on me again, and even though I wanted this, I couldn't help but be a little afraid. The experience was already more intense than I had expected. 

At least had my safeword. 

The first strike wasn't terrible. It stung my tender pussy, already swollen from excitement, but it wasn't debilitating. The warmth left behind was pleasurable. This was fine. I could do this. 

The flogger came crashing down once more. It was a little worse, but still tolerable. The next caused only a little gasp from me. You continued, striking again. 

And again. 

And again. 

And again. 

The pain steadily increased until I was letting out little shrieks with each impact, my muscles shaking, my stomach clenching and unclenching, thighs shaking uncontrollably while I fought to keep them open. Finally you put the flogger down, placing your hand against my hot, swollen flesh. You massaged it, feeling the heat that radiated upward and the wet evidence of my arousal. With another of your infuriating half-smiles you slid a finger inside me, fast and deep, grinning broadly as I started moaning and bucking. I nearly came right there, with your finger motionless inside me. 

"Please?" I was frantic, feverish, desperate. 

"No." One word, denying me that which I wanted most. The first word you had spoken to me since I sat on the squashy couch was a direct order meant to keep me on the edge. I let out a little sob as you withdrew. I had been so close. 

You moved around to the side of the table near my head, forcing me to acknowledge you. The sly smirk was still playing about your lips, and I could see your new erection jutting out arrogantly, still sticky with cum and saliva. 

"Ready for your punishment?" Your voice was hard, cruel, and authoritative. That single word sent tendrils of terror and elation through me in equal measure. What kind of punishment? Wasn't my nipple torture punishment, pushing that boundary I had set so early? Wasn't denying me release when I was so near, so frenzied, penance enough? 

Apparently not. Reaching for another item off the table I could not see, you moved back down to the end of the table, between my spread legs, where I was most vulnerable. My muscles tensed, anticipating the next attack. 

"You will receive five." Your voice gave away nothing away except your desire to see me suffer. That turned my arousal up to another notch. "Each one will be harder than the last, but if you take all of them, you will be forgiven." 

Five? Five what? I could take five, couldn't I? You wouldn't be doing this to me if you thought I couldn't handle it, I was mostly sure of that. And five didn't seem like a great deal to endure, even if I didn't know yet what the five was going to be. 

The first blow was sharp and quick, landing directly on my delicate clit. I squealed, half raising off the table in pain. You had struck the most sensitive point on my body, the place that I treasured above all others. My very core. 

You caressed my clit with the side of the crop, drawing gasps and moans as the pain was soothed away and replaced with renewed pleasure. I could feel my flesh swell more, forgetting the agony it had so recently endured. 

Another strike, a little harder than the first. I jumped fast, snapping my legs closed. That was more than I was anticipating, and it was only the second. That hurt. Not the sensual, erotic pain I was accustomed to, transmuted into pleasure through adrenaline. This was pain. 

You waited patiently while I gained some semblance of composure, until I was able to turn my legs to their wide-open spread. I gritted my teeth, waiting, anticipating the next blow, willing the sharp misery to convert to pleasure. 

You took your time, savoring my fear. Running the crop up one leg, down the other, back again. Across my stomach. Walking around to the side of the table as you ran the leather along my skin. 

A sharp swish knocked one of the clothespins off and I yelped, having been focused more on the hot ache between my thighs. Without pause you swatted the other clothespin off, leaving two deep pink nipples, throbbing as the circulation began to return. 




The Meeting



My eyes closed of their own accord. I was too overwhelmed with the sensations coursing through my body and your near-silent presence. My mind was in a vortex of colliding sensation and fear, with only a few coherent thoughts rising to the surface. 

I felt you move away, back down to the end again. I braced as much as I could, knowing how much worse this was going to be. I heard the sharp swish before the leather struck my flesh again, bringing more intense pain than I had ever felt. I squealed again, rolling onto my side to escape the hot burning agony, tears welling in my eyes. That was three. 

There was no way I could withstand two more. I just couldn't. 

You must have sensed that I was close to breaking. I heard the riding crop thud on the table, felt you move to stand beside me. Your hands were tender against my skin as you stroked my arm and back, caressing and soothing. You gently rolled me back over, stroking my hair and face, calming me. I didn't want to look at you, fearing that I would see what I felt: my failure. I had wanted so urgently to please you and I dreaded I had been a disappointment. I couldn't even handle my first punishment. 

Your hands continued to stroke me, rubbing down my arms, stomach, even the space between my breasts. Gradually my breathing returned to normal. Apprehensively I peeked up, into your face, relieved to see the concern in your expression, with a flicker of anger behind it. 

"You didn't safeword." I heard the censure in your tone. You thought I had deliberately refused to say it, to push myself past my ability to bear. I didn't tell you at the time but the truth is, I didn't even think of it. Despite the level of misery I was in, stopping never occurred to me. I shook my head, indicating that I wanted to continue. I wasn't ready to quit yet. I was too aroused, to enthralled with the power you exuded. You smiled, softly this time, surprised. You hadn't expected this. 

As I spread myself back out on the table I heard you pick up the crop again, moving down to the end of the table again. I took deep, slow breaths to steady myself as you moved back into position. I could do this. I needed to do this, to prove myself, to accept my nature. Pain was pleasure, the two inseparable, flip sides of the same coin. I could do this. 

Your hand moved, the leather slashing down again, striking me. I cried out, more tears spilling down my temples, but I stayed in place. That was four. I could do one more. I could. I knew I could. I had to. 

Apparently I was right. You did the last shortly afterward, bringing the most intense suffering I had ever experienced to an end. My breath came out in short sobs but inside I was proud. I had done it. I had survived my first punishment with you.  

I was sure you would be proud too, but I didn't have the voice to ask. Immediately after you placed the crop back on the side table. My whole cunt was on fire, my clit aching and engorged with pain. I flinched slightly when I felt your hand begin lightly rubbing, first my labia, then gradually moving to my most tender and brutalized bits. You gently stroked and soothed, expertly massaging away some of the stinging. I settled again, allowing your touch to comfort me, to arouse me beyond all reason.  

I was so relaxed I didn't notice when you stood. One moment I was enjoying the delicious sensation of your fingers teasing my skin, the next I realized you were looming over me again, that expression back on your face. 

You know the one. The expression that tells me my place, that I have no control. The one that demands I must submit to you in every way. Gone was the caring man who soothed and comforted me. Vaguely I wondered how much more torment I could withstand, how much more you had in store for me. 

I didn't have to wait long. You advanced until your pelvis was level with mine, your cock erect, nudging my entrance. You shifted forward, your strong cock forcing its way into my tight channel, stretching me. I groaned in agony and ecstasy as your cock made its unhurried advance into places rarely touched, taking its time in reaching its full descent. There you stopped, head pressing again my cervix, savoring the tightness as I panted small breaths, allowing a moment for me to adjust. Just as deliberately you withdrew, causing ripples of both pleasure and agony. I gasped and moaned, shaking as you pulled out then moved forward to rest at my entrance again. I tried not to tense when I felt you move again, I knew you wouldn't be as easy with me this time. 

The next thrust was full of your power, your domination. In one hard movement you buried you cock deeply, impaling me hard. My hips arched upward, either in encouragement or escape, I was never sure. Again you withdrew until just the tip was seated in my entrance, using your full weight to force your cock inside as far as it would go. 

And again. 

And again. 

It was almost too much for me to bear; the feeling of your cock pulsing within me, your pelvis slamming into me, the lust on your face as you used me, my skin hot. Within moments I was teetering on the edge, begging you. I didn't want to find out the consequences of cumming without permission. 

"Sir? Please!" 

You stopped, fully embedded, looming over me. "Please what?" 

"Sir! Please!" I was mindless, imploring and pleading. 

"What are you?" Still unmoving, pulsing inside me, implacable in your insistence on humiliating me yet again. 

"Oh god Sir, I'm a painslut. A dirty little painslut who needs to cum. Please? Sir please?" 

Another withdrawal, another hard thrust. "No." 

I couldn't believe it. You actually denied me my release, when I was so close and so desperate. I needed it. You resumed your furious pace and I wailed. I knew I couldn't continue being stimulated like this, bound and abused, being fucked hard and fast. 

So I begged. And pleaded. Nearly cried with frustration and overwhelming need, each hard thrust sending me closer to the edge. My ragged breath echoing in the room, my chest heaving with arousal and the effort to hold back. 

"Sir please! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...I can't...I'm going to...I just can't!" 

"Cum." That one word directive sent me spiraling and shuddering. I felt you tense; using all your power you slammed into me twice more, your cock swelling and pumping all your cum into me. This added more intensity to my orgasm and I convulsed harder, gasping and twitching, my muscles tense as dizzying spirals of pleasure consumed me. 

I felt you lean down to nuzzle my ear. "Such a painslut." 

"Yes, Sir." My voice was barely audible, my chest still rising and falling rapidly. I was vaguely aware of you withdrawing and moving away. I was too weary to try to follow your movements so I just rested, allowing my mind to drift as my body continued to calm. My eyes closed. 

I don't know how long I lay there. My next thought was an awareness of something warm and soothing rubbing across my labia. It felt like some kind of cloth. With effort I raised my head to see you carefully cleaning me, gently removing as much fluid as you could. I laid my head back against the table. I was too drained to argue about it and my whole body ached. I just didn't have the strength. 

Perhaps I dozed. I remember feeling the slow motions of the cloth, then something cold was being rubbed into my skin. I could smell a faint hint of something herbal, like pine, as you massaged my arms and legs, rolling me over to rub the cream on my back. With a great effort I opened my eyes, noticing that you must have cleaned yourself up as well. Your expression was neutral, neither hard or cold, you continued your ministrations. 

"What's that?" I murmured sleepily 

"Liniment. It will help with the soreness. You aren't accustomed to standing in that pose for so long, so you may have strained a few muscles." Your voice was kinder now. I continued to drift, more exhausted than I could ever recall feeling. 

Soon after I felt your hands on my arms, helping me sit, then stand. My legs were felt boneless, my skin tingling from the liniment as you supported me across the room, back to the couch. You sat, helping me down to curl up beside you, head on your chest, your arms wrapped around me. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the smell of your skin, enjoying the warmth of your touch as your hands stroked my shoulder and arm. 

"Why did you clean me?" As I settled I became increasingly embarrassed that you had performed such an act—much more intimate than merely fucking me—and a little resentful that you hadn't forced me to clean you. It was one of those things we had discussed. 

"I wanted to check the damage. You were very tight, and I could have torn something." 

"Oh." That had made me feel better, although I was still a little embarrassed. "Sir?" 

"Hmm?" 

"Remember how you said I would clean your cock with my mouth?" 

"Yes, and you will. But today you were in too much of a haze. Would you have been able to?" 

I thought about it. I hadn't even been able to move on my own. 

"Sir, may I ask one more question?" 

"You may." 

"How did you know that I need a break?" 

I felt your sigh more than heard it. You were silent for such a long time that I feared you had been offended or angered by my question, that I was being impertinent without intending to. 

"A combination of things. Your face, for one. It is so expressive, I can see every thought. And I didn't think you could take more since you had such a difficult time with your punishment." 

"Thank you Sir. I was just curious." I felt your hands settle. 

"How is that cunt?" There was a trace of humor in your voice now. 

"Abused." 

You chuckled. 

"Glad you are enjoying it. I feel like I won't be able to walk for a week." I snuggled closer. 

"Needs more, hmm?" 

"Oh god no. My pussy has had enough." 

"Oh, is it your pussy's choice?" The words were lightly spoken but had an edge to them. I was treading dangerously close to the line. 

"No, Sir. I didn't mean to say it was. Merely that is has been thoroughly abused and very tender." 

"Good girl. Rest for a bit. I think your ass needs some attention too." 

I smiled. 

The Meeting-Part 2 

I think it was the movement that woke me. For a split second I was confused, curled up in a ball, bare against something soft and faintly scratchy. In the next moment memories of flogging and fucking came rushing back and I sat up quickly, feeling stiff muscles protesting as I forced them into motion. My skin felt warm and a little tender, my nipples were still dark but less painful now. Most of my attention was concentrated on my poor abused naughty bits, where I could feel the most heat and discomfort. Nothing I had ever done in the past had hurt like that. 

"Ah, there you are." 

I jumped slightly when you spoke, realizing then that the sound that woke me was you. I smiled slightly and turned toward you, feeling something soft brush my neck. With a quick glance down I realized my hair had come out of its band, small wisps floating around my face. 

"God." My voice felt rusty so I swallowed a few times. "How long did I sleep?" I felt shy again, a little ashamed that I had been drained of energy so quickly, but mostly self-conscious. Had I really just let him whip me and fuck me? 

Oh, God. I had. Even more awkward, I had actually enjoyed it. Well, most of it. I blushed more. 

"About an hour. You needed it. Leave it down," you added as I started running my fingers through my hair, trying to pull it back into some semblance of order. I complied with a little shrug. As long as you didn't plan on pulling it, I didn't mind it being down. 

My hands drifted down to feel the welts across my body, gingerly massaging sore nipples, tracing the reddened stripes across my thighs, reflecting. 

"How is your twat feeling?" There was humor in your tone again. You loved seeing me discomfited and off-balance. 

"It's rather sore at the moment." I tried to keep the sour note out of my voice, but it was difficult. The aftermath was worse than the actual flogging or cropping. As fantastic as that orgasm had been, I knew I definitely didn't want to be punished again. 

You must have noticed my neutral voice, because you stood suddenly. A thrill of excitement ran through me, causing my toes to curl and my muscles clench. 

"Spread." The tone was back, implacable and commanding. 

I knew at once what you wanted. Without looking at you I timidly stretched my legs wide along the couch, going completely scarlet. How much more could you embarrass me? 

You remained stationary, tall and imposing, while I flushed. I waited for your next move, anxious. Why were you just standing there? No commands, no signals...nothing. 

Sudden comprehension dawned and I felt my eyes widen in disbelief. You didn't mean...? 

You did. 

My hands trembled as I tentatively reached down, pulling back inflamed and tender flesh, opening my recesses to your gaze, mortified more than I have been in my life. I could feel the slight wetness already starting to form, making my fingers slide as I held myself open. I was already becoming aroused. 

After a long moment you crouched, reaching down to stroke each fold, exciting me. Unable to watch I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the back of the couch, letting the sensations wash over me. Your fingers danced across my clit, stroking lightly. I flinched. 

"Still stinging?" 

I nodded, biting my lip. Not unbearable, but definitely noticeable. Without the endorphins from full arousal, pain was just pain. 

"I don't see any bruising." 

I made a slight huff. "I don't bruise." 

I felt your attention sharpen at my words, remember the flutter of panic. Oh crap. Did I really just admit that? Aloud? Damn and blast. 

You didn't say anything about it, just continued to stroke and tantalize until I was moaning in delight, arching into your touch. 

"Such a dirty slut, cum leaking out of your cunt." You slid a finger inside me, eliciting a delighted moan from me, continuing to tease. "I love seeing my cum in your hot pussy." You stroked a few more times, then rose. Your words penetrated my fog. 

Cum? I didn't still have...did I? 

I opened my eyes, confused. You must have read my face as the thought flickered through my brain. "Look at what a whore you are." 

I glanced up at you first. You were upright again, that expression back in place, gazing down on me. In a flash I saw what I must look like to you, sprawled wide, completely naked, flaming pussy spread open, cum leaking out. My body flushed again as I glanced down. I hadn't noticed earlier, but a small pool of semen had seeped onto the fabric below. 

Did I think I couldn't be more humiliated? I was. And you knew the effect your words would have, how being degraded like that always made my cunt throb with need. Even then, I was becoming a whore for you. 

"But..." I struggled for words. "I thought...I mean...after, you cleaned me." I was stuttering. 

You grinned broadly. "No, I wiped you down. There's a difference." 

Wiped me down? Like I was a dog? I remember the shame I felt at the comparison, and the realization that this was deliberate. Another way to torment me, make me blush, make me suffer. 

Apparently judging that I had been sufficiently embarrassed for the moment, you turned away. I watched you be enveloped in darkness as you moved further into the room. Without the distraction of your presence I felt my attention drift, absorbing my surroundings. The room was mostly black, with a bit of light over the couch where I was sitting and another pool some distance ahead. The rest was shrouded in shadows. I couldn't see where you had gone, but I was more concerned at the moment with the encroaching darkness. How large was this room anyway? 

And just what did you have in it? 

I sat contemplating this for a while, vaguely registering the continued growing dampness underneath my fingers. Thoughts flitted through my mind, ideas of toys and tables, torments and delights. The possibilities were endless, frightening, enthralling. 

I still don't know how long I sat there, pussy spread open, gazing off into space while my mind spun. Minutes, hours, days...did it really matter? If it pleased you for me to hold myself open, revealing my innermost secrets, then I was perfectly happy to do so. Ashamed and embarrassed, yes, but inwardly thrilled and, oddly, content. It was what I needed. 

My mind was so focused on these thoughts that I didn't notice your approach. One moment I was contemplating the myriad ways in this experience had surpassed my expectations, the next you were standing there, gazing down at me, seemingly pleased at how well I continued to spread myself open. 

I still wasn't sure what to expect when I was told to follow, just that it was going to be wicked. The cold from the floor seeped into my soles as I walked a few steps behind you, counterpoint to the heat I could feel my body already radiating. Tendrils of anticipation, desire, and nerves coursed through me, spiking when I saw the area you had rigged. I stopped suddenly, mouth open slightly, amazed and a little frightened. 

You had actually gotten one. We had discussed it before of course, many times. More than the flogger actually. I was elated, surprised, touched. I remember the way your mouth curled up at the corner, smiling at my astonished expression. 

"What do you think?" You walked around it, hand patting the padded seat in unspoken command. I walked forward, still unable to believe I was seeing it here, for me. 

For us. 

"Where did you get one?" I climbed on it, ineptly, but I made it. My muscles felt weak with anticipation; I had fantasized about this as long as I could remember. 

You knew me so well. 

You didn't respond to my query, just continued smiling like the cat that got the cream as you grasped my wrist, bringing over to the armrest and securing it with a wide leather strap. The movement was soft, sensual; my breathing increased pace. Your fingers traced light lines across my skin as you walked around to the side, strapping my other hand down as well. Continuing the same delicate, teasing touches you placed one leg in a stirrup, then the other, stroking each calf in turn, cinching straps to keep them secure. 

I was nearly panting from the sensations, my excited skin delighting in each caress, knots of yearning and eagerness curling through my stomach. What were you going to do? I was more helpless than I had been all day, almost entirely immobile, hair falling around my shoulders in a pink cascade. 

My hands clenched reflexively, my ankles twisting in small circles. I wasn't getting out until you released me. I shivered. 

"Comfortable?" 

I nodded mutely. While mostly immobile I wasn't uncomfortable at all; the chair was a little cushy, soft underneath. I felt no strain from my arms or legs, just a tingling anticipation. 

"Let's see what we can do about that." 

Your wicked grin was back. I swallowed reflexively, certain that I knew what was coming next. Gynecological chairs were built for one main reason, after all. 

Without warning I felt your hand reach down between my legs, pulling apart the fleshy globes of my ass. With sudden trepidation I realized the mistake I had made when dressing today: no plug. I was in such a rush—so exhilarated and terrified—that I had completely forgotten about it. 

"Forget something, slut?" Your voice had a note of anger in it. I had broken a rule—unintentionally, yes, but the fact remained that I had. Which meant I was in for another punishment, and for a much worse infraction. 

"Sir I am so sorry! I was in such a rush that I forgot. Please, don't punish me. I promise I won't forget again!" I was panicked now, beseeching. 




The Meeting



You didn't answer, just moved to the small table—I recognized it from earlier—again. I saw you pick up a plug that was slightly longer and a bit wider than the one I normally used. You had seen that I was without a plug earlier today, had prepared for it while I had been sprawled on your couch. 

I cringed automatically. This was going to hurt more than usual, even if you went with a standard lube instead of Icy Hot. I didn't see what you used but you did coat it liberally, then spread the lubrication around my anus. The sensation almost tickled. Then I felt the tip of the plug press against me, felt my body start widening to accept it. 

"This is going to hurt, but I want you to take it. Can you do that for me?" Now your voice was persuasive and smooth, keeping me calm. If you had thundered at me, full of strict authority, I would have tensed, but this voice assured me that I would survive. 

I didn't have time to respond. In one single, hard push you thrust the plug home until my anus closed around it. I squealed, the pain of being stretched farther than I ever had coursing through me. It was almost as bad as the hot sauce and ice fiasco. 

I took deep, calming breaths as you rubbed my legs and abdomen, soothing me as much as you could. Pain radiated deep inside my rectum, causing it to spasm and ache. 

You waited for the pain to pass, consoling as my body adjusted. I had always enjoyed anal stretching before—something I loathed admitting, even to you—but had never gone this large, this fast. 

"Good girl. That was a bit larger than you are used to." Your voice sounded pleased. 

Eventually the pain receded to a slight throb, replaced by an arousing fullness. Now that my body had adjusted, the larger plug was starting to feel enjoyable. You noticed, smiling widely at me. 

"You really are an anal whore." 

I didn't bother to argue, just watched as you moved. I was prepared for my legs to swing further apart, but received another surprise. Instead of immediately adjusting the stirrups you reached over to the small table to pick up something small and rectangular. You held it up for me to see and I gasped, spikes of actual fear running through me. 

It was lighter. 

Fire-play was never something I had anticipated, nor wanted to explore. Way too easy to get carried away, and burns were not a kind of pain I could enjoy. I didn't think you would actually burn me, but the possibility was still alarming.  

You noticed my unease, my terror. One hand ran the lighter across my stomach, chest, down one arm. My breath hitched, my eyes sparkling with tears, pleading with you. It was a serious horror, beyond a hard limit. I was trusting you, would you really do this to me? 

Without comment you turned back to the table, removing a candle I hadn't noticed earlier from its surface. Smiling slightly at the sudden relief on my face you lit the wick, placing it back down to repeat the process with another. One red, one white, two fat pillars with pits in the center from apparent previous use. The smell of hot wax slowly wafted through the air as the flames grew, dancing against the darkness. 

I gazed at them, transfixed as they flickered, expectation causing my chest to tighten. Another kink I had always wanted to explore, coming true. 

With my attention focused on the candles, you took this time to walk around me, hands lightly tracing as you moved. I vaguely recall registering that you stopped near my head, hands reaching down to cup and massage my breasts, stroking already sensitive flesh, lightly pinching each nipple in turn. 

I gasped and struggled to pull away—they were more than a bit tender—but the straps kept me stationary. I had no choice but to endure. 

I bit my lip, trying not to pant or groan, not wanting to give you the satisfaction. Of course you already knew how torturous this was for me, but I was stubborn enough to try to keep my silence. 

I didn't last as long as I would have liked. The squeezing and fondling in turn made my nipples ache and throb, becoming increasingly more agonizing each time. It was just too much to bear. I broke. 

"Please!" 

I deplored the whiney tone of my voice, the sound of unshed tears. Even more, I hated showing my weakness. I felt your hands relax, massaging again, almost consoling. 

"Does slut want more?" Your tone was light but I noted the heavy undercurrent. You were already in the zone, full-Dominant mode. 

"Sir, please stop! I can't...anymore. Please!" 

You continued stroking, unwilling to give up your game so easily. I had a recollection at the time of something you had said when I had protested a task; it did not matter if it was fair. If my Dom wanted me to suffer, then I would. 

And so I did, frequently. But usually not like this. I closed my eyes in misery. 

"Perhaps slut would like a choice. Hmm?" More caresses, with sporadic pinches that caused fresh tears to form, sliding down my cheeks. 

"Sir please just stop, it's too much." 

Your hands stilled, heavy and warm. "Would slut like to safeword?" 

I bit my lip again. I wasn't quite sure what I wanted, except that I did not want to stop everything. Just the nipple play. I was too aroused, to excited to see what else you had in store for me. 

I shook my head no, indicating that I wasn't quite ready to give in. A tremor went through my body as I felt your hands leave my skin and, despite the presumed end of my torture, I felt a slight sense of loss. 

"Slut will have two choices. Option one, slut will wear alligator clips on both nipples. The teeth, digging into such sensitive, aching flesh..." Your voice trailed away, leaving me to contemplate cold bite of clamps on my tender tissue. 

"Or, she can chose option two. Slut can instead have her nipples pumped, which will stretch them, painfully. It's really her choice." 

That wasn't a choice at all. You knew when you devised that little game that the psychological distress of making that kind of decision would drive me a little mad. How was I supposed to choose between two differing tortures? 

You were patient as I recall, waiting me out. I would have to decide eventually, or safeword. There weren't any other options and I knew instinctively that, if I tapped out, I wouldn't have the chance to explore the wax. It was forgo a major fantasy of mine, or endure a little more, for you. 

"Pumping, Sir." My voice was barely above a whisper, anticipating the next bout of pain. Surely the suction wouldn't be as painful as clips. Right? 

"Oh, has slut made a decision then? Is she sure?" 

I swallowed to clear the lump in my throat. "Yes, Sir." 

"Beg." Your voice had gone hard again, ruthless. It sent more shivers of thrill through me, despite my impending agony. This was what I wanted most, the forced submission and humiliation. This is what I craved. 

"Sir, please pump my nipples?" 

"Are you sure, slut?" 

"Yes Sir, please. Please pump my nipples." 

"I'm not sure slut is serious about it." 

"Please? Sir please pump my nipples! Please!" I made my voice pleading, begging for my own agony, mentally squirming at the degradation I felt. What kind of a person begs to be tortured? 

I did, apparently. 

You seemed satisfied that time, so I must have put enough stress in my voice. I listened to your movements as you prepared the cylinders, then felt the first one settle over my engorged, throbbing nipple. I could feel the slight vibration in the hard plastic as your hand pumped the bulb, creating suction, drawing agonized flesh into the rigid tube. 

Three. 

Four. 

Five. 

Finally you ceased, removing the pump and leaving the short, fat tube behind. I risked a glance and saw my nipple—deep red and throbbing excruciatingly—stretched. As I gazed in fascination and pain I became aware of a gradual stinging. As you began pumping the other nipple I realized the fiery sensation was growing stronger. 

Something was wrong. It wasn't supposed to burn! 

"Sir!" I squeaked, panicked and agonized. "Sir it's burning! Please take it off please!" 

"Oh, does slut like my addition? I thought hot sauce would heat things up nicely for you." 

I did groan that time, resting my head back against the chair again, struggling to ignore the increased scorching sensations coursing through each nipple. It was excruciating, worse than the cropping had been. My hands clutched and opened reflexively, my ankles turning, my muscles fidgeting involuntarily. All my attention was focused on two hotspots. 

I felt you move again more than I saw it, tears pouring freely. I wasn't sure I could handle this, seriously considered safewording. When you reached the open space between my legs I tensed again, trying in vain to prepare for the next onslaught. How much more pain could I stand? When was this going to start being pleasurable for me as well? 

A small voice in the back of my mind chastised me for that thought. Wasn't it enough that I was providing pleasure for my Dom, in ways that fulfilled your need to control and inflict pain? The more self-centered voice countered this with a simple reminder. Has Sir ever caused you pain without rewarding you with pleasure? I calmed a bit at this, recalling my trust. I didn't believe you would push me too far. 

The first splash of wax on my stomach was like a shock. Splatters and streams of heat trailed across my stomach, intense for the first few seconds, then fading to a deep penetrating warmth. I moaned softly each time the hot wax landed on a welt. Those hurt worse. 

You worked for a time, overlapping colors, sometimes pouring molten wax, other times allowing it to drip in small dots. Over the soft tissue of my breasts, down my stomach again, over each thigh, just along the top of my mound. My hips arched in unspoken invitation, begging. The one place where I wanted it most, needed the heat and the pain, the one place you were avoiding so thoroughly. 

I gritted my teeth, my clitoris throbbing with eagerness. I no longer noticed the agony of my breasts, the pain obliterated by an impatient need. You knew how much I wanted this, knew that the more aroused I was, the more I wanted my clit to suffer. The avoidance was just another torment for me to endure. 

I felt a keen disappointment when you set the candles back down. I was covered in wax, everywhere except the one place I wanted it most. I was beyond frustrated, my hips still making involuntary bucking motions, anything to ease the desperate yearning I felt. Why couldn't you have tilted the candle just a little lower? 

You were watching me. I could feel it, your gaze dark and penetrating as your surveyed your handiwork. I blushed at how I must look, strapped and defenseless, nipples suctioned into tubes, red and white wax coating my skin, fidgeting restively. Sprawled and spread and ready for use, like a bitch in heat. 

I wasn't sure if I liked that analogy. 

Now you adjusted the stirrups as I had expected, moving my legs far apart, until I could feel the muscles tense. I was completely open, more vulnerable than I had ever been, completely at your mercy. 

Which was how you liked me best. 

I wasn't sure what to expect, nothing had gone as I had anticipated. One moment you were smiling and teasing, the next cruel and pitiless. I didn't know where I stood with you. I can still recall the havoc it reeked with my emotions, feeling powerless and inferior. I wasn't sure if that was part of the game. 

I watched you as you ambled to the table again, where more instruments of my torment were waiting. What did you have planned next? Could I withstand any more? I felt hot, aching with need and frustration, all my attention focused on you and your next move. Captivated. 

"I seem to recall a little slut who said she wanted to try electricity." Your voice was taunting again, relishing in my predicament. Mocking me. 

When you turned toward me again there was something new in your hand, something I had only seen in videos. A black cylindrical device with some kind of cord hanging down and a long glass rod. You pressed a button, creating a sharp buzzing sound as the glass end glowed blue-lavender. I twitched automatically, excitement coursing through me. 

The violet wand. 

I couldn't take my eyes off it, even after you released the button and the sound died away, the glass returning to its uncolored transparency. This. This was a deep fantasy of mine, something I had wanted since I first discovered pornography. To feel the zing of electricity on my skin, making me writhe... 

I couldn't wait. I was breathless, anticipating. Longing. I felt my pussy swell more, liquid pooling below me, my clit fully engorged and throbbing with need. More than anything, I wanted this. 

You took your time, first running the tip over my leg and underneath, across the sensitive skin above my rectum, across the other leg. Anywhere wax wasn't cooling the glass touched, just caressing. My muscles tensed with each motion, waiting for you to press the button again, anxiously waiting. The third circuit across my flesh you finally did so. The air was again filled with the harsh din of the wand, but it barely registered over the sharp shocks to my skin. You followed the same path, the wand never leaving my skin, never turning off. Everywhere it touched felt like tiny little pinpricks, intense and almost burning, leaving a warm afterglow as the wand moved on. I moaned and gasped with each zap, delighting in the crispness of the pain. 

You did my arms, trailing down one and up the other, but the stings weren't as harsh, as spine-tingling to me. I really wanted it in one place, which you knew. It was the place you were avoiding again, despite my frantic hip-bucking. 

Please please please, I thought. I knew you would do it when you were ready, that teasing me like this was such a turn-on for you. I knew also that when you finally decided to give me what I wanted it would be much more than I expected. 

I was right. 

Perhaps you sensed how close I was to losing it, how desperate I was becoming. I had never felt such need, such mind-numbing desire. It took all my concentration to focus on you and the delightfully evil things you were doing to my body, the responses you were coaxing out that I didn't realize I could do. If I didn't get it soon, if you didn't move that glass to the place I wanted it most...I thought I would faint. 

Finally, at long last, you decided I had experienced enough torment. Instead of making the usual trail you ran the wand tip just between my inner and outer labia, up and down on one side, then repeating on the other. The sharp stabs of electricity caused my feet and hands to curl reflexively, painfully pleasurable and pushing me close to the edge. I gritted my teeth, clenched my eyes shut. I just couldn't stand the anticipation any longer. You slid the glass tube inside my cunt and stopped. 

I opened my eyes, my entire body tense. What was going on? 

You were smiling at me again, delectably evil. "I think you have had enough fun on the light setting. Let's try a higher number." With my eyes wide I saw you turn a dial, but I couldn't see what the setting was. 

Watching my face intently you pressed the button again. 

I squealed. I had never felt anything like it before, the sharp stinging amplified. It felt like beestings deep inside me, agonizing and so good at the same time. I felt my pussy start to contract. I was going to climax. 

"Sir please? Please may I cum?" 

You released the button and removed the wand in one movement. 

"No." 

I growled in frustration. You laughed darkly, rubbing my clit with the tip of the wand, causing me to moan and whimper in need. 

Please. Please please please please please... 

And then you did. A quick pulse of electricity, right on my aching clit. 

I shrieked, the pain quickly becoming intense pleasure. I could have came right there, if you hadn't released the button, ceasing all sensation. It was more—better—than I could have dreamed. I didn't want it to end, I wanted you to keep zapping me with the violet wand. I wanted to orgasm from the pain and mingling pleasure, but you weren't ready for that yet. A few more times you touched the wand to my clit, sending electricity into my most susceptible point, but not enough. I wanted—needed—more. 

And you knew that, of course. Which is why you put the wand away, back on the table with your other tools of torment. My chest was heaving, my eyes glazed with feverish arousal, pleading wordlessly. You shook your head in denial, running your hands over the wax now fully cooled and hardened on my skin. Carefully peeling it away in small strips, you revealed warm, dark pink skin underneath, the welts clearly visible. Meticulously you worked as my pulse slowed and my breathing calmed. Within a few minutes you had managed to peel away the bulk of the wax, turning your attention to my imprisoned nipples. 

I bit my lip and quelled a cry when you tapped the first one, checking its sensitivity. Grasping the glass cylinder you gently pulled, causing me to gasp as tears spilled. The pain was overwhelming but you were careful, breaking the air seal as softly as possible and removing the tube altogether, then repeating the process. I continued to cry as you lightly stroked my enlarged, excruciatingly irritated flesh. 

Pleasure and pain and lust were cascading through me, my senses overwhelmed with the torments you were inflicting. My nipples were complete agony, my skin hot, my pussy swollen and leaking. I was aroused more than I had ever though I could be, feeling the shift of the plug each time my hips moved, watching you in your Domination over me. 

I still don't know why you stopped. Maybe you were concerned that I would safeword when you still had more planned. I never asked, but I was grateful when your hands drifted down my torso, caressing and teasing. The soft stroking inflamed my desire, turning pain into pleasure as only you could. This was torment of another kind, a gradual descent into madness, fuel on a raging fire. 

Your hands travelled downward further, ignoring my throbbing, wet cunt to firmly tap on the end of the plug still wedged inside me. 

"You are such a painslut. Look at how wet you are. You love being abused and used, don't you?" 

I couldn't disagree so I said nothing. I did love it. I loved that you knew just how much to push. I loved being humiliated and taunted, made to beg and plead. I loved how my misery fed your sadism. 

You smirked at me again, knowing my thoughts. I was too far along to care at this point, eager and desperate. I remember thinking that I didn't care what you did next, as long you didn't stop. 

I wasn't quite prepared for it when you grasped the end of the plug and began to leisurely—teasingly—pull it out. I let out a small gasp as it slid free, feeling the cool air on my now-open backside. 

I shivered a little. 

You placed the plug back on the table then turned to inspect my newly-vacated hole. Another flush of shame crept up me as you bent down, eyeing my most private place, running your fingers along the outer edges, then inside. I clenched my eyes closed again, unable to watch you anymore. I was embarrassed, but my muscles rippled as the luscious sensations flooded through me and I arched against you, silently begging for more. 

I felt your fingers leave, then return, cold with lubricant. You were careful to get every inch of me coated. I was partially ashamed—no one had ever touched me there before—but mostly I was astonished at the strength of the sensations. 

Satisfied that I was ready you withdrew, walking to the side of the chair and pressing first one lever, then another. The chair flattened out until I was staring at the light above me. I was confused when I felt the whole assembly lower, trying to figure out what was coming next. Why would you want me so far below you? 




The Meeting



We have written thousands of words to each other, thousands. You have taught me to submit to you. You taught me how to be good. From afar. We unleashed things in each other that we never knew existed. At the beginning, we never thought we would meet. 

But now you here you are, walking into the room.

You are bigger than I thought, and stronger. Your hands are bigger, your body more imposing. You have more stubble than I thought you would at this time of day and I like it. Your eyes are greyer than in the photos you sent, than I saw on video. They are greyer and deeper. You are all masculinity. Room-stopping burly masculinity. I am standing in the kitchenette of this Residence Inn hotel room awestruck. You are coming towards me. You make me feel tiny, but then you always did. 

You don't say anything to me. You don't smile at me. You don't tell me you love me and you don't say hello. You push me up against the cabinets, and silverware rattles. I feel the drawer pulls digging into my thighs. My heart is in my veins. You thumb on my cheek, fingers to my jaw, but you aren't kissing me. You're just studying me. You once told me you'd always take care of me because you take care of your things.

You're taking something from your pocket. I can feel you hard through your jeans. That cock that I've told you I worship, will worship, need to worship. It's so close to me, but you won't let me have it. Not yet. Out from your pocket comes a marker, a big thick Sharpie, black and beveled. Magnum size. You once told me you always mark the things that belong to you.

My shirt is coming off, I can smell my own perfume on my shirt as it slips over my head. I bought this perfume for you, for us, for this time together. Just for us. For these forbidden lusty stolen days. For this dream made real. For all those words finally in the flesh. I am so nervous my hands are shaking and ice cold. I grasp for yours but you don't let me touch you. Not yet.

I knew you were going to do this. You told me so. But dreams, they so rarely come true. Fantasies, they so rarely happen in life. I smell that smell of the marker. That fucking beautiful smell, so awful and so good. Art rooms and moving days and getting a little high for no reason in high school. Sharpie marker, that smell is ours. 

You're squatting down a little, in front of my stomach. I don't even have to look, but I do. I need to see this to remember it. In big letters, four inches across my stomach, you're writing the thing I am: Mine. 

I touch your neck. You are right there. My Dom, my love, my fucking fantasy, right there, kneeling before me.

But now you're saying, "Don't you fucking dare."

And now you're looking at me and I know what you're thinking. I know you so well. We're both strung out for each other, and only one thing is going to get us high now. We need to make it real. You and me. In the depths. You need me to rip myself open for you, to lay myself out, flesh and bone. And I need you to rule me, for keeps this time. To show me what you're made of. To show me who I've gone stupid for, who it is I dream about every single night. Who it is who's changed my orbit, my star charts, my compass points. 

We are just there, for a minute. Me marked yours, you looking down at me. You are so steady. You are so fucking in control. I can feel the desire sheeting off of you like rain, but you don't flinch. You are ferocious. You are the sexiest bastard on earth. I hate you right now because I couldn't possibly love you more.

I know the rules and now I remember them. I know what to say and how. I know what you like and when. In the Mobius strip of dominance and submission, like eats like in the vast emptiness. Soul eats soul in the darkness. I love what you love because I am yours. You trained me up. You broke me down. We are filthy and magnificent together in our dirt and sin.

"Please, daddy. Please."

Now you're smiling, just a little. Just a crack in that stone-cold motherfucking façade. You are turning me around, you are lifting up my skirt and pulling down my tights. You are pressing me to the countertop with your hand on my back.

"My little bitch." I love that. So filthy. So right. "Such a good girl."

And now you are inside me, and I am in heaven, because I have told you this a thousand times but I'll tell you again. I don't want just submit to you. I want to disappear into you. I want you hardfuck me until my cervix aches, until I can do nothing but whimper your name. I want to weep for you. I want you to spill your cum over me and through me. 

We are here. We are together. We are one. So protect me and keep teaching me. Love me to the depths of darkness. Show me who I am.



The Meeting



You've been waiting for this for a long time. You're on edge. That line which approaches frustrations and anxiety. It's been rather cool, summer is over and fall is full bloom. The air crisper and sharper than the summer sweltering days steps us closer to winter.

Sitting and talking, the food is there, and the conversation is lively. We both look and smile. I reach over and kiss you. You're surprised and open your lips and my tongue dives in, tasting your mouth, wrapping a tongue deep and around. We separate a little, looking into each other's eyes, and come together again. Our breathing is deep and passionate signaling our wanting and desiring of each other. My hand reaching up and pulls your head closer. My other hand reaches under the table. Sliding up your leg. Across your nylons my fingertips race to your skirt. 

Your hand reaches behind my neck and the other follows my hand action as your race up my leg. My hand stops at your hem. You feel my hand stop and you pull away from the kiss. You scoot closer and as you do your legs separate a little. A smile traces across your lips with your tongue barely visible painting a line across them. Your free hand reaches for the wine glass. The other is in my lap, feeling the hardness through my pants. As my hand passes your hemline your legs slowly close. Trapping my hand beneath your skirt you start talking. 

My hands feel your nylons and yes, your garter too. You're saying how you're not that kind of a girl. But you still squeeze my pants taunting them to open. But your legs separate and my hand travels further up and, what, no undies. Your legs squeeze together again. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment. Your hand releases my cock and I'm under your power. My fingers play and dance beneath your skirt. You scoot away a little and my hand is free. I bring my fingers up and taste the juices you've given me. You watch me as I suck and lick them. 

You slowly stand up and say your going to the restroom. I half stand as you leave. Watching your legs part as you stand I can see your inner lips. Moist and wanting. You adjust your skirt as you stand and walk away. My eyes are glued to your tuche. Wanting them and seeing them go tortures me. 

You come back in about 5 minutes. You have a smile and a bounce in your step. You slide close and whisper into my ear, "I just couldn't wait, you must suck my fingers and really taste it." You pick up a piece of bread, and bringing it close to my lips you slip your fingers into my lips. Yes, I taste your juices, heavier and muskier. Your fingers have ventured farther than mine. 

Desert is brought, cherries on top of a delicious cheesecake. Funny thing is that I don't remember ordering it. But one large piece is placed before us. The cherry juice is draped over with a couple of cherries on top. You cut a piece and feed it to me. Slowly you enter it into my mouth. I close my lips over and let you slide the fork out slowly. You whisper again to me and ask if I like the desert. I roll the cherry around and swallow it. I lean over to your ear and say not as much as you. You smile a little and adjust your self. I really don't see what you're doing, I'm looking at your eyes and lean over to kiss your ear and suckle on your neck a little. 

As I come back from your neck you have another piece of cake but just with a cherry and a small piece of pie. I open my mouth and you slide the piece in. Closing my mouth I hint a different aroma. It's mostly cherry and little pie so I'm wandering what's different. I roll the cherry around and it has a different taste and feel. Warmer than the first and definitely a sexier taste. It taste like your juices. I bite the cherry and swallow. Oh what an aphrodisiac. 

You lean over and ask me again and I whisper it to you. "It taste like you, the body and sweat, just like your fingers." You whisper to me that it was. When you went to the restroom you order the cheese cake and picked up a couple of cherries from the bar. When you went to restroom you inserted the cherries into your love and masturbated yourself to an orgasm. The cherries where left in and as I leaned in to kiss your neck your slipped one of them out, and placed it on the plate. I lean in and kiss you. My hand reaches to your lap you place your hand upon mine and controls how much my fingers play. 

I look down at your lap as we separate and see your skirt hiked up with our hands just barely hidden. You take away my hand and your hand goes back and pulls out another cherry. Your eyes are watching me, my eyes are following your every move. You bring the cherry up and into your mouth. You lean towards me and we kiss again. Our tongues intertwine and suck the cherry between us. We swallow together the juices and fruit of the cherry. Your nipples are now so hard you close your eyes. I reach up and feel them rubbing them softly. You moan. You lean towards me and whisper to me that you want me. You reach down and grab my cock. 

My pants are straining your want. You unzip me and you wrap your hand around my hard cock. Your fingers find moisture at the tip. Your fingers gather the pre-cum and you bring it up to your lips and you lick your fingers and sucking them dry. I lean and kiss you. Tasting your cherry juice mingled with my cum. You reach back down and zip my pants up. You wipe your lips and resituate your self. You ask me if I enjoyed the desert and again I say it's been one of the best. 

You smile again. Your tongue slides across your lips and you say, "oh, that was just the appetizer, just wait..."



The Meeting



They had met in a club, as she always met men. He had danced with her, followed her movements, let himself be led to the inevitable end in her bedroom. She told herself she needed them, these men that came into her home at night and were gone before morning.

He knew what was to come, his hands had found their way to her breasts and her bottom before they exited the club. She didn't mind, and did everything to let him know she didn't. He whispered in her ear, kissed her neck, while his hands tugged at the hem of her skirt. She moaned in response to his actions letting him know that it wouldn't end at this. He licked the sweat of her chest with one hand feeling the hardness of her left nipple.

She led him towards the exit, past the more conservative couples. He saw their looks, as he walked towards the green sign with his left hand firmly on her right buttock. Her eyes gleamed as she passed by the bouncer who gave her a knowing wink.

Once outside he pushed her against a wall his left hand now well under her skirt and his right sneaking under her blouse. She pulled him closer and whispered between moans into his ear: "not here, my place..." He kissed her hard, his left hand now probing the wet patch between her legs, but his right hand left her breast and he turned away from her to beckoning a yellow cab.

As the cab pulled over he pulled her towards it, opening the door in front her. She quickly got inside not paying any attention to the cab drivers looks. He entered after her and slammed the door shut behind him. "Where to?" The cab driver asked. She told him the street and turned her attention back towards her man for the night.

He was oblivious to where they were going. She felt his hands again probing her body, but she didn't care. The cab driver adjusted his rear mirror and pulled away from the kerb. They didn't know nor care that they had his lustful eyes on them. He kissed her once again, this time longer and more intense. She closed her eyes and kissed him back while her hands explored his chest. He was practically lying on top of her as his hand pushed the hem of her skirt up towards her waist probing under her cotton panties. Her hands followed the buttons of his shirt lower, towards his jeans. His right hand now grasping her left buttock he unbuttoned the top of her blouse with his left. She felt his tongue follow her jawline, his kisses going lower and lower. He had now unbuttoned the top four buttons of her blouse and his hand had free access to her left breast. Her hands now found the bulge in his jeans and her fingers traced its outline marvelling at her luck. His left hand pushed his way into her bra cupping her left breast pulling it out of its cup. Her nipple was hard as stone as he kissed his way towards it, licking the sweat of her chest.

The taxi pulled over in front of her apartment, the driver not able to tear his eyes from the images in his rear view mirror. He pulled out a wrinkled note from his jeans and gave it to the driver, not looking; knowing it would be enough. "Keep the change." He said as he opened the door and pulled her out of the cab. She straightened out her clothes as best she could and led the way up the stairs to the door. As she fumbled with the keys, he kissed the back of her neck while his hands were doing their magic. She finally got the door open and threw herself inside pulling her with him. He reached out and grabbing the door slammed it behind them.

She was now kissing his face as her hands fumbled with his belt. He pushed the first door on his left and seeing it was the bedroom pushed her inside. She stumbled on the carpet and fell backwards onto her large bed. The curtains were open and the neon lights of the stripjoints shun upon her body making it glow in the dark. She was now lying on her back with her feet still on the floor the bed ending at her knees. He bent down and ripped open her blouse revealing her firm breast in the white bra and a flat stomach. She flung her arms backward over her head, stretching her young body for him to view. He kissed her on the stomach while his hands pushed her skirt towards her waist showing her beautiful legs and black cotton panties. She lay there on the bed and looked at him as he explored her body. His hands now pulled down her panties revealing a perfectly formed, bald shaved mound.

Her nipples stood now erect almost pushing through her bra as she felt the tip of his tongue on the inside of her thigh tracing its way upwards her now moist mound. His tongue found a drip of her juices and he tasted her salty taste as he followed the path of her lower lips. She trembled as he found the spot and he stopped to examine it more thoroughly. When he felt her tremble he moved on upwards keeping her on the utmost edge of pleasure, climbing on top of her as his hands grabbed her bra and pulled it apart. She was now completely naked except for the thin band on her waist that was her skirt. He was now kneeling on the bed and he rose above her to look at her in all her beauty. She was now completely soaked with sweat on most part of her body and other fluids on a small patch of it. The neon lights played on her shining skin and he smiled as he stretched out and pulled his shirt over his head. She looked upon his chest every muscle in its place his stomach perfectly flat and smiled again at her luck. Then she rose and pulled him onto the bed with a smile. "Now it's your turn."

He lay back on his back as her fingers traced the outlines of his muscles going downwards finally reaching the top of his jeans. This time she didn't fumble with his belt and soon only a pair of boxers divided her hands from his rod. She let her hands run up and down on it touching it lightly through the soft fabric. Finally she pulled the boxers off, and met his member as it rose up with her tongue. She found a drop of white nectar on the tip and soon she had tasted him as he had tasted her. He first felt the tip of her tongue then he felt her mouth enveloping him and her hands running up and down on his body. Her tongue played on top of his rod as she moved her head up and down her lips completely engulfing his member. Soon it grew even more and she sucked the tip of it as her left hand cupped his sack of nectar and her right moved rhythmically up and down.

He knew he would soon explode as her tongue moved up and down his rod so he reached down and grabbed her hair pulling her head up towards him meeting her with a kiss. Their respective nectars mixed in their mouths and they looked each other in the eyes for the first time. They both knew they needed each other badly and as her hand pointed his member towards her mound his hands grabbed her waist and he prepared to push her down onto his rod. The tip of his member found the entrance and she slowly lowered herself onto him, her warmth engulfed the tip of his pillar and he could not bare it any more. He pushed her downwards making her take his whole length on the first thrust. She gasped with pain but as he thrust the second time there was only pleasure left. She rode him wildly and when she climaxed he exploded within her and she fell down into his arms. They lay there, in eachothers arms, kissing and fondling until she fell asleep. As he heard her breath even out, he quietly got up and got dressed. He looked at her one more time before he left her lying peacefully on the wrinkled bed. Her one breast revealed and her feet sticking out from under the covers. Then he left sure that they would never meet again.

At dawn she woke up as the suns first rays played upon her body. She was alone, as every morning having only a memory of what had happened in the night. In half an hour she had showered and was dressed in her conservative business suit. As they stood besides each other in the elevator to their office they were still both sure they would never meet again.

THE END



The Meeting



HER STORY:

I don't know what I was doing there at that moment, much less why I had asked to meet you. I had just dropped my three year-old child off at my mother's house. I had made arrangements to meet with a girlfriend for the night and we would cleanse our souls of the hardships of being wives and mothers. At a place where we could giggle, cry, and curse our lot as we drowned our sorrows with a smattering of alcohol.

Why you chose that very moment to catch my eye I will never know. It couldn't be something so trite as fate; no it had to be something much stronger. Perhaps it was the call of animal instinct or maybe just raw lust; for these are indeed the most basic of all instincts.

But I did see you and for that very moment, in all of your glory, I knew that my life would never be the same if I walked away from you. You greeted me with a warm smile, and asked me if I'd like to have a cup of coffee. But my heart was pounding in my chest so hard that it consumed all of my strength to answer you in a dignified manner.

As we sat down and sipped our coffee, you tried to make small talk. But I was entirely too distracted to be caught up in it. My only thoughts were of fleeing. Fleeing away before someone saw me, flee away to somewhere safe. But I didn't flee. Instead I chose the path of the hapless and willing victim as your steady gaze and enchanting, melodic words flowed like music from your lips. I was hypnotized.

When we had finished our coffee, trance-like I followed you to the park and down a seldom trodden path. My reason had fled from me. Silent was the voice of reason, which told me to run from you. No. Instead my body reacted to your subtle subliminal messages. My breath quickened as you touched my hand to make a point. Then the dark pools of your eyes drank in my soul and I was lost as a sailor who had been cast out onto the raging ocean.

You took my hand and we walked along the path. Silently we blazed a trail to a hideaway in the wooded grove. As you kissed me, my entire being was set ablaze with a fire that burned deep inside of my loins only after it had seared my mind with it's white hot glory. Such a fire that has not been lit since the day I first consummated my commitment to the man I had married. 

'My husband!' My mind cried aloud. But the voices of reason were blown away by the firestorm that raged inside of my body. The mind had reasoned, but the body was indeed weak and helpless as you gently laid me back onto the lush green grass. 

Again you kissed me and I returned your kiss. A moan, then a hunger as I urgently reached for you. To touch you. To become one with you through that kiss. 

When your hand touched my face and moved down, ever so lightly to my neck, a shiver ten thousand degrees hot froze me with a heat so intense that I was shivering from the radiance of you.

With my eyes closed and my mouth open, gasping for every breath of air, you ever so gently unbuttoned my dress and cupped my breasts through the material of my brassiere as I lay panting wantonly on the ground beside you.

Again and again you kissed me. The fire from your lips burnt holes in my flesh as they were planted, but when they ceased, I felt empty and consumed without them.

"This must stop!" I gasped as your hand touched my most intimate spot and my hips trust foreword to meet the gentle probe of your finger as it slightly parted my lips and brushes against my most intimate spot. But I am betrayed by a moan as it escapes my lips and you are further encouraged to more boldness as you strip me of my panties and lift my dress. I am on display for your gaze and you smile at me, displaying your delight at what you see.

"You are so beautiful." You say. Then you kiss my belly lightly and again my body reacts to the tender caress of your lips as they nibble just above my pubic thatch.

Again I moan as the fire rises with each touch as your finger begins it's probing of my moist depths. Soon I am writhing in ecstasy and jerking in time to the stroke of your finger as it descends deeper and deeper into my fertile womb. I am beyond reason, yet reason itself cries out for me to run and hide. Yet I know that at this very moment I am beyond help, beyond redemption. I am your captive. 

"Please." I gasp. Yet you continue your searching out of the secrets of my soul. Now the surging of the current that courses through my loins blinds me. Something begins to stir deep within me. It the familiar beckoning of a small climax that begins its familiar descent from the pit of my stomach through the digits that are so firmly planted inside of me and it finds its terminus deep in my loins. 

I cry out as the small infinitesimal orgasm rages into a huge mind jarring, gut wrenching rush. My cries are silenced by your lips as they meet and my mouth sucks at the tongue that is offered to me as an offering of peace. With my two hands I grasp yours and push it into me, trying to swallow it up deeper into me as my muscles cling and grip the digit that had caused me to abandon all forms of modesty. My legs, on their own accord, spread wider and I thrust against your hand. My rationale has left me. It is replaced only by this burning and consuming desire deep within.

Finally the intensity has subsided and I am satisfied to bask in the warmth of the sun. My lover has undone the clasp of my brassiere and now with his hands cups both on my breasts. I can feel my own wetness from his hand, now freed from my between my legs, as you touch my breasts. Now, just as a babe, he suckles on one breast then to the other. 

With hands borne of skill, I unbutton his shirt. I rub his chest as he hovers above me. Strength and virility ooze from these strong muscles. 

I hear a zipping, and look down as you pull your pants down and expose yourself to me. Mentally I am ready for this entry into me. I welcome it! With small breaths I anticipate that moment when you will enter into me. And as I am about to plead with you to hurry, the silken stiffness of your entry begins. The hardness of your satin covered steel worms it's way into me. Deeper and deeper into me as I try to accommodate it comfortably. 

I gasp at the fullness, which fills me utterly and completely as you settle yourself on top of me and cradle my head in your two hands. Another lasting kiss as you thrust ever so slightly against me. I wince at the sensation. My own body's lubrication is only now beginning to flow again. I see you sense my slight discomfort and cease all movement against me to allow me to adjust to this gentle invasion of my body.

Ever so slightly you again begin to move, again ensuring that I am comfortable under you. I signal my pleasure with a moan and then my hands go to the small of your back as I knead your taunt back muscles.

Now encouraged by my reaction to this, you begin anew your gentle thrusting. I am only now recovering from my previous orgasm and yet there is a new stirring deep within me. Again I moan and as my hot breath breezes past your face. You behold my nakedness with your incredibly deep blue eyes and I glory in your gaze. 

"You are so incredibility lovely." The whisper is into my ear. I am encouraged by this compliment and push against you with a renewed strength.

"Aahhhh!" The sounds have escaped from me. They are the sounds of my desire, meant only for these ears, your ears.

Again I feel the stirrings deep in my belly. It is yet another sweet release approaching and I am moving more earnestly in time to your well placed jabs as they stab deep inside of me. I plant my feet firmly onto the ground as I lift my pelvis to meet your every movement. My head turns from side to side, as the stirring becomes a rumble. Then I sink back onto the grass, as the rumble becomes a roaring in my ears.

As your own thrusts become more and more urgent, my hand goes to your abdomen and I tease the skin. These muscles grow taunt. I know that release is only a matter of seconds away. As you shut your eyes tightly and rear over me, a bellow emits out your mouth. It is the scream of sweet release as you pour your seed into me.

"Aahhhh!" It is the call of the male guarding his mate.

Warmth begins to seep into my depths. My reason returns to me and I am satisfied yet again.

Still firmly planted inside of me, you hunker down and cradle my head in your strong and gentle hands. Your kisses are less passionate, yet the passion is still resonate in each one and they are no less sensuous. Your lips feast on my ears, then neck as your seed begins to leak out from me. I use my pelvic muscles and hug this member as it begins to grow flaccid.

"You are so...my god that was incredible." Your whispers pleasure me and I bask in your praise. 

I hold your head in my hands and kiss your chin. We have become one flesh by this union and my own joy is complete.

We get up from the grass and straighten each other’s clothing. My panties are soaking wet from the juices of our lovemaking. Your seed still seeps from me as we walk down the path back to our own lives for I have nothing to wipe away the token of your love.

"Let me walk you to the car."

I take your arm as you lead me across the street, away from the park. We are both silent as we walk to the spot where my car is parked.

As I open my car door, one final kiss is offered to me and I accept it. When it has run its course, I touch your face.

"See you tomorrow?" I query.

You nod and touch my face with your hand.

"Yes. Have a good time tonight." You say and then turn to leave.

HIS STORY:

I was still stinging from your harsh words when you phoned me and asked me to meet you for lunch. Being the man I knew that I had to take the initative and try to resolve this. When you agreed to listen to me, I knew that whatever problems we had could be worked out. After all, marriage was meant to be forever.

I saw you when you arrived at the cafe wearing your 'catch me, fuck me' dress, the blue one with the spaghetti straps. I must admit that it did every curve of your lithe body justice. I even had to do a double take to make sure that it was indeed you. Several men turned their heads as you glided past them to where I was waiting. Your long blonde hair wafting behind you as you flowed across the street.

I was greeted with a chaste kiss as we held each other's hands in greeting.

"I'm sorry." 

"I am too." You replied and looked up into my eyes. For several seconds I was lost in the windows of your innocent soul.

"Join me for a cup of coffee. We need to talk." I said and you took my arm as I led you to a table.

Oh I am very aware of how I looked. In my work clothes and dirty, but you know that I enjoy working with my hands. I am good at it and it has provided well for you, Lilli and me.

I ordered us some coffee. Mine with cream and yours a double tall mocha, iced. Just as you always like it in the afternoon. Yes, the day was clear and warm, but I like my coffee the way I like it.

As you sipped your drink, I tried to explain my logic to you. You heard me out in silence. But it was those eyes of yours that told me you had already won this argument and our family was about to change. Yes your maternal instincts were just too strong for me to refuse this request. 

At long last, after we had finished our coffees and my words had ceased, you took my hand.

"I want to walk in the park." You said quietly to me. And we did. 

But the emanations that your body sent off to me were too strong for me to not detect. By the time I saw that obscured pathway I was already mad with the desire to possess you. You knew it. I know you felt it when I steered you onto the path for you held my hand even tighter. When you did, I knew that you had won the argument.

When we had found the clearing, it was a small grassy area ringed by trees to ensure our privacy, you turned to me. In all of your simple glory I knew that I was up to the responsibility that you had asked me to undertake.

With renewed confidence I laid you back onto the grass and we kissed. But the more we kissed, the more I needed to possess you. Yes, I heard you as you tried to warn me to stop before it was too late. Perhaps you had second thoughts. But I also knew the consequences of making love at this moment. I also knew that you are the most important person in my life and without you and Lilli, I would be nothing.

As I unbuttoned the three small buttons on your dress and slid the straps off of your shoulders to get to those perfectly shaped orbs, it was your hands that guided mine as they awkwardly did their assigned duty. But I needed to see your nakedness for reassurance. To know that you needed me as much as I needed you at this moment.

When I had hiked up the skirt of your dress and pulled down your panties, again you tried to warn me that there would be consequences to our actions. But I chose to ignore the plea. I needed you more at that very moment then my next breath of air. Oh how you have become so very precious to me. I would gladly die rather then being separated from you for another moment. 

As I touched you, in that very intimate spot, I knew then that is was you who would change, not I.

But it was only after my seed had entered deep inside of you that I finally realized that we had committed to it and now it was too late to go back.

Your arms held me tightly as the earth came up to meet us in the afterglow of what we had just accomplished. Contented, we remained in each other’s arms for what seemed like an eternity.

"You'll be late. Lunch is almost over." Your voice was a soft and gentle warning that broke the silence.

Quickly we dressed then I walked you back to the car. We kissed one final time.

"Thank you." You said.

"Honey...motherhood will become you. There is room for one more at the table." I said before I turned to go back to work.

"Honey?" You called out to me. I turned around to look at you one last time.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Hurry home. Lilli is over at mom's house. I'll call Joan and tell her I'm not going out tonight. I'd rather be with you tonight. I want to make sure that this is what you really want." You were determined, I saw it in your eyes, and I welcomed the thought of having you all to myself tonight without interruptions. 

I nodded and walked up to you. Holding your face in my hands, I kissed your nose.

"Yes. I look forward to it."



The Meeting



She was nervous. More than nervous, she was scared. This man she was to meet could control her. Had the power to make her happy or sad. She would do whatever he asked of her, and they both knew it. Now she was to meet him. What might he require? She shivered as his phone calls and letters flashed through her mind. Now she would be allowed to look into his eyes and he in hers. He would see her need, her passion, her love. She would have no other barriers now. Would he take her and cherish her? Or use her and throw her away?

She followed his instructions exactly, memories of errors in following past instructions burning into her brain. She would please him, this time, she promised herself. Her black dress was classic, cashmere knit, discreetly clinging to her subtle curves, following her thighs to fall just above her knee. Only a small expanse of her flesh visible above her tight black leather boots, the leather caressing her calves. The heels were higher than she was used to, at 3 inches. 

Determined she would not stumble and disgrace him, she practiced walking in them for weeks. He had sent her the lingerie, a beautiful sheer, virtually transparent silk. The panties a small wisp of fabric, allowing her sex to create slight shadows beneath the silk. The bra small, almost too small for her slight frame, pushing her breasts together. The sight of cleavage, until now foreign to her, brought a glow of pleasure to her cheeks. He had chosen well; she felt lovely and sexy. The collar included in his package was subtle; in fact it could very easily pass for a lovely choker, until you spied the delicate silver ring where he would affix her leash.

Standing in front of the mirror, she finished her hair. As he had instructed she left it down, amber waves cascading in a fiery tumble down her back, framing her pale face. Her makeup, while more than she usually wore, was still subtle. Her green eyes glittered with the application of shadow and liner, extra mascara, making her lashes more prominent. Her cheeks had a slight flush, from her excitement or the light application of blush, she couldn't be sure. Only when you looked at her full lips could you see discretion leave; deep blood red, moist with gloss. She was well pleased with the result, and only hoped he would be too. Now she was ready, at least half an hour early. She quickly gathered her things, taking one last look, before hurrying out the door. Once in the car, there was little room for worry, because of the precision of his instructions to the location of their meeting. 

But the area was unfamiliar to her. At this time of night this industrial section of the city, where she found herself, was looking very deserted, almost desolate. A shiver of fear moved along her spine. She quickly pushed it away. She could trust him. He was her Master and he loved her. She was his slut, his cunt, and he cared for his property. The words echoed in her head, again and again, until to her surprise she found herself saying them out loud. Finally she reached her destination: A huge warehouse, windows dark, no signs of life visible. 

With a gulp, she got out of her car, grabbed her bag and slowly walked to the entrance. Her heels clicked against the pavement, making the only sound in the still night. As she reached the door and raised her hand to knock, it opened. Cautiously she peered inside, eyes trying to adjust to the gloom. A voice, his voice from deep within the building said..."Welcome pet, enter and please close the door behind you. Put your things on the table there. You will be greeted." 

As she turned to close the door, she felt hands pulling something over her eyes. She muffled a scream, realizing she was to be blindfolded. His voice soft in her ear, so familiar, his breath warm against her skin for the first time. "Oh, my pet, you look lovely. Follow me, lil one." 

The next sound was metal against metal, confusing her momentarily until she felt a tug, and realized he had attached her leash. Carefully she followed behind him.

Her heart was pounding and she was sure he must have been able to hear it, yet he remained silent as he led her deeper into the building. After what seemed an unbearably long time, in fact probably just a few moments, he paused. She heard the sound of a door opening and then his pace resumed, but he suddenly stopped, so suddenly that as she continued walking, she bumped into his hard frame. 

Strong hands stopped her, gripping her arms, and she heard the whisper, "Oh pet, and you will pay for that." He laughed when she gasped in response, trying to stutter out an apology. His finger pressed against her lips, silencing her, and he said, "You will only speak when I ask you to. Not a word otherwise, do you understand dear? Just nod. Good, my pet." She felt him moving away from her, her ears straining to recognize the slight sounds in the room. She thought she heard the crackle of wood as it burned, suggesting a fireplace. She could feel that the room was comfortably warm, and sensed a faint clove smell, pleasantly filling the air. She did not move, standing where he left her, chest rising and falling quickly as the silence lengthened.

She heard his voice, seemingly closs. "Now pet, I want you to stand there and remove your dress, slowly, with great care. Reveal your lovely body to your Master. Show me your gift, and display it properly, my dear." Her mind panicked, trying to remember his instructions for presenting herself, since this was the first time she actually had to do it.

Her hands rose to the small buttons that formed a straight line from her neckline to her hem. Knee bent slightly, back very straight, breasts pushed forward. Her fingers slowly, sensually undid the buttons one at a time, revealing more of herself as each button opened. She stopped at her waist, the dress parting to show a pale expanse of flesh. She pulled the dress from her shoulders, sliding it down her arms, until it fell to the floor, puddling around her feet. She shook out her hair, and it settled around her in disarray, its length partially covering her breasts, pale pink nipples hardening, small buds visible through the sheer black silk. She raised one arm straight,reaching above her head, the other clasping it, bent at the elbow, and resting behind her neck. She stood still, barely breathing, as she presented herself to her Master for the first time.

She felt his heat around her, knowing now he is slowly circling her, examining her. A whisper of a touch, his hand stroking over her silk covered ass, quickly withdrawn. His nails lightly scraping her neck, again withdrawn before she could respond. She bit her lip, feeling wetness develop between her legs. "Pet, you have done well. I am pleased." She beamed as if she had been handed the sun and the stars. Not daring to speak, she hoped he could see her smile. Then she felt the tug on her leash.... She responded instantly, following a short distance behind. His voice strong, but soft, remarkably controlled, gave her the order: "Kneel pet, and part your lips."

She knelt, crossing her ankles behind her, thighs apart, back straight, palms resting open on her thighs. She parted her full lips, just as He had ordered. She felt His strong hands reach into her thick hair, gently stroking her head, tightening as he said, "Now pet, you need to serve your Master. Do you understand? Nod your head. You may not touch me, merely please me with only your mouth, do you understand, pet? And while you are doing that, you must bring yourself to orgasm with your hand, do you understand?" 

She nodded slowly, cheeks stained red, as she realized he will be able to watch her, for the first time. His cock touched her face, and slowly he dragged it over her eyes and her cheeks. She felt it circle her parted lips, but he kept her from taking it inside. Hey eyes fluttered and her head pulled back as he slapped her face with his cock. A slight sound passed her lips and he slapped her harder. "Pet, you may begin stroking your clit now."

Her fingers probed deep between her legs, seeking her moist sex. Remembering his instructions, she pinched her clit at the base, pushing up, the fingers of her other hand moving to drag a nail gently over the top. Her stomach flinched at the sensation and soft sounds were forced from her throat. Then he inserted the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue finally able to trace him, lovingly circling around his ridge, her teeth lightly scraping the underside of his shaft. Her lips closed lightly over him, gently suckling. Increasing her efforts, she drew him deeper into her mouth, tilting her head back slightly as he fed her his cock. Her throat muscles tightened around him and she swallowed him deeper, her mouth sliding over his shaft, flattening her tongue as she drew him out, stroking his shaft, moving her head back. Sucking him deeper still, she felt his cock hit the back of her throat. 

Her muscles clenched, gagging her, but she swallowed past it, lips closed around the base of his cock, her cheeks collapsing with her increased efforts. His cock filled her mouth, saliva seeping out over her lips, as he began pumping into her mouth. His hands tightened almost painfully in her hair, holding her head still, and he thrust his cock deep into her mouth, again and again, each time hitting the back of her throat, choking her. She felt her nose hit his belly as he continued to fuck her face.

Moaning deep in her throat, she could feel her clit throbbing as she continued stroking it. She lowered her hand, heel pressing hard against her clit, moving in small tight circles, one finger sliding between her lips, opening herself. She inserted first one finger, then another, her flowing juices coating her fingers, smearing on her parted thighs. Her moans vibrated along his shaft, as she felt his cock swell, stilling her movements. Her head tilted, lips parted slightly to receive him, and his cock jerked. Buried deep, it exploded, spewing hot cummmmm down her throat. 

She struggled to contain it all as he continued to shoot hot jets of cummm. She closed her lips tightly, holding it in her mouth, its thick warmth surrounding his cock as its throbbing slowed. She swallowed his warm seed, honored he should allow her this gift. Her hands moved with increasing frenzy as her body was set to respond...her breathing hard and sharp, his cock still filling her mouth. She felt her limbs grow rigid, before quickly relaxing as she let go, feeling her orgasm move through her body, spreading from her belly through her legs. He pulled his cock out of her, and she felt a hand push her until she could feel the floor at the back of her legs still spread. "Pet you will come for me. Tell me.... You will come for your Master. Say it: "I'll cum for you, Master." 

"I will cum for you Master." Her voice shaky and soft, barely a whisper, she repeated the words, again and again, as her fingers worked. His hands reached for her delicate panties, ripping the fabric away, exposing her open cunt. She felt his gaze burn into her, sending her into a frenzy. "Now pet, you will come when I reach 1," he said, and immediately began to count: "10, 9, 8..." 

Tremors racked her slight frame, and she increased her efforts, knowing he was watching her at this most vulnerable Moment, Repeating.... breath, breath, as she heard his countdown...4, 3...her fingers fucked her dripping cunt faster, harder...hand grinding against her clit. She grunted with effort, trying to breathe...2, 1.. Her cries filled the air, as her body, trained to respond, releases, limbs shaking, nipples hard. She gasped for breath as her cunt spasmed deep. Catching her breath, she felt a liquid dropped onto her lips. "Drink pet," he said, and she closed her lips over a straw, greedily drinking. Her hips still pumped against her hand and her fingers still extended into her cunt. Then she stretched her limbs, long legs still encased in high leather boots, tightening. Her arms moved over her head, and she arched her back, hair touching the floor as she raised her head.

She lay still, tremors still moving through her legs and her breathing slowed. She heard his voice, soft: "Very good, pet."



The Meeting



EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. © 2000. Commercial use prohibited without author's consent.

Part - 1

Waiting... Looking... Ahhh, there she is. I wave and you nervously look over at me. You look fantastic. Getting off the plane I know you are scared, but you should be wetter than you ever thought possible, if you followed your instructions.

We hug and I look into your eyes and give you a long deep kiss. Pulling you close, I feel your nipples through your sweater, which means you DID do some of what I told you to do. Your knees are a little wobbly, so I grab your hand and say "Let's go".

Once in the car, I start for the hotel. We are making small talk and I abruptly ask you to put your hands under your skirt and touch your pussy. You look at me funny, nervously, and bunch up your skirt. "Rub yourself and prove that you have no panties and that you are wet!"

You close your eyes and spread your legs a little. As you lift your wet hand up I take it and slip your fingers into my mouth. "MMnnn, that tastes good. I am so glad you did what you were asked. If you just do exactly what you are told, we will have a great time."

Pulling up to the hotel you look like you are getting more worried. I assure you that we are just having fun and that no means NO. "We are here to explore your sexual side and try new things. You will like some, hate others, but you should not be worried at all. It is good that you are a little unsure, that just makes you more vulnerable to ideas and, listen, don't think, just do it."

I reach over and give you a gentle kiss. "I promised you a multi-orgasmic weekend, and, by god, I intend for you to have one. Our safeword to stop any activity is "Reston". This is in case "no" means something else in the heat of passion. Understand!" Grinning, you agree and follow me up to the room.

I opened the door, turned on the lights and set the air conditioning to the right temperature. Turning back to you with a big grin, I get a blindfold out of the bag I brought. I turn you around and place it over your eyes. You are hesitant so I start rubbing your neck and running my fingers thru you hair, I pull your head to the side and run my tongue up your neckline until I get to the base of your ears. You shudder and let a little moan escape.

"A little excited are we? Lets find out how much."

I reached down to your ankles and run my fingertips up the insides of your thighs. About halfway up your legs are covered in pussy juice.

"My word! you are dripping. It is running down your legs."

Standing back up, I hug you and stay pulled up close to your back. Reaching around I gently roll your nipples in a circle and then give them a little pull.

"Hmmm. That seemed to get a bigger moan out of you this time. Let's just see what we can accomplish, since you can't see anything, haha. You should be ready to cum, and cum hard, if you did not play with yourself all week, just like the instructions told you. You wore a bra with the nipples cut out, no panties, and you shaved your pussy smooth. I guess that you don't get a spanking for being good. "Too bad!"

I left you standing there while I sat down at the table. "Strip for me, slow and sexy!" I turned on the radio for you and watched. You were certainly not expecting this, which is good. You look great, and you started moving to the music. While you danced I fix us a drink.

"Here, one drink to loosen us up. I do not want you really drunk, just less tense."

I certainly enjoy the show. You unbutton your sweater and whip it off. I guess to get it over with. Your black bra had the ends cut out and your tits were puffing out of the hole. The bra was too tight and your nipples were standing straight out. You unzipped your skirt and slid out of it. "Turn around," I said. "Let me see all or you." GOD, you looked good. Your pussy was glistening from being wet and it was SMOOTH as a baby's bottom. God I am hard. I could not wait to get into you!!!

"Come here and get on your knees."

As you kneeled down I know you heard my zipper open. I was already hard as you reached up and took a hold of my dick.

"NO, No, no... No sucking. Just play with it. Gently feel it. Imagine what it looks like, what it will feel like when it slides into your pussy."

As you pumped me up and down, I leaned up and touched the nipples sticking out of your bra. They were red and puffy and swollen. You jumped when I first touched them but leaned into me, wanting more. I pinch one of them and rake my fingernail across the end of your nipple. You pull back, but then sit up straighter for more. "God, you are one hot little slut. You are going to get everything you want."

"You haven't said anything since we got here. Is everything ok?"

"Yes, yes, I'm ok. I'm ju..." I did not let you finish your sentence because I bent down and kissed you. Being blindfolded has its advantages. It makes you not ready for anything! I touched your mouth and as you parted your lips I sucked your tongue into my mouth. I roughly grabbed your hair and kissed you hard, pulling away abruptly. You reach with your head for more, but I just laugh. "Gotta wait, you are going to have to earn it."

I help you stand up and pull you in for a hug. I kiss you gently and lay you on the bed. I lower my mouth to your pussy and breathe hot air on it. You grab my head and shove it down. I lick a few times, but you are way to close to having an orgasm.

"OK, you obviously can't keep your hands to yourself, this won't do!"

I scoot you to the center of the bed. You are sitting up with all the pillows behind you. I take some old ties out of my bag and tie them to the bed-corners. I tie the other ends to your wrists. You get a scared look and I calmly assure you, "Trust me. These are not tight, and you can easily get out of them. Here, try." You pull and jerk and they come undone. "See, they are just to keep your hands away. You will love the feeling of helplessness, and soon, you will be begging for more."

After I tie you up, I just sit back and watch. Man, oh Man, do you look great. I can't believe this is happening. I actually got you to fly to Dallas to spend a couple of days under my control.

You start to get anxious, wondering where I am. I make a little noise and move from side to side. I lean down and kiss the tops of your legs, kissing up and down, licking your toes, reaching up and touching your face. You moan and lean your head into my hand. I whisper into your ear, "Don't move, don't flinch, and don't scream. Just enjoy! The pain will fade and the pleasure will start and you will beg for more pain." You looked seriously worried.

I got my small red whip, about 4" long. I dangled it over your protruding nipples and let it slide over them. They immediately started to get hard. I slowly swung the whip and hit your tits. Harder, Harder, softer, softer, Harder. I rubbed your nipples with my hands and pinched them. I started whipping them again and you seemed to like it. You would pull away, but stick your chest out, anticipating the next hit. I really wasn't hitting you that hard, it just seems that way.

I kissed you, which startled you. You moaned and kissed me like crazy.

"More?" I whispered?

Nothing.

"More?"

Finally, "Yes."

"Please."

"Yes, please."

Yes, please what."

"Yes, please whip my tits."

"Good girl."

I unhooked your bra and let your boobs fall free. My, what big tits she has. I took both hands and grabbed each tit and rubbed, pulled, and caressed it. I slowly hit one with the whip and then started alternating. I would pause and hit you at a different speed each time. This way you would never know when the next hit would land.

Whip, whip, wait, wait, soft, wait, soft, wait, Hard, HArd, soft.

Every time I hit you a little harder.

Your breasts were getting red and your nipples were getting harder. With each swing of the whip your pussy would push up, like it was reaching out for something. I then moved on and whipped the rest of your body. If I would of touched your pussy, you would have lost it! I hit soft and hard each time in a different place. Legs, side, tits, feet, tits, legs. Always getting close to your pussy, but never actually touching it.

I lean down close and loudly say, "Do you want to cum?"

"YES! You immediately replied.

"Ask. Ask me and I will think about it."

"Please, please let me cum. I am about to die."

"Good, good." All the while, slowly whipping, touching, rubbing.

I then picked up a new toy.

"OK, you wanted to cum, well here you go. This is a new toy, something you will never guess, but it feels great. Hold off; don't have an orgasm until I get to your nipples. Then, ONLY then, you can let go!"

"Ok, please hurry" you whispered.

My new toy was a pinwheel, a long metal stick, with a wheel attached. The wheel had long sharp teeth, like a tool for a sewing machine. I started on your legs, rolling the wheel up towards your pussy. Not pushing hard, just enough to turn the wheel. Moving from leg to leg, rolling the wheel up your side. "Ticklish, huh? Well, I'll stay away from there." I started at your neck and rolled around your chest. You grimaced and there was a slight layer of sweat all over your body. Rolling down your legs again I said "Like this? huh. Feel good?"

"Yes.. No.. yes, it stings, but feels good, but ohhh, ohh.."

"Ok, are you ready." as I rolled the wheel around your thighs. I rubbed VERY close to your pussy and started rolling up to your tits. "Here we go..." as I rolled around your chest, getting closer and closer to your nipples. "ready, ready to cum?"

"ughmmnn" was all you said.

You were breathing really hard and fast and as I rolled the pinwheel over your left nipple, you froze up, stopped breathing, and started to shake. The fun little shakes, where your legs get all quivverry. You took a deep breath and I moved to your other tit. When I rolled back and forth over your right nipple, you exhaled and moaned loudly and came like a hurricane. You shook and squirmed and I could see your pussy contracting.

"OK, ok, it's over. Calm down, slowly, slowly. I am undoing your arms now."

They just fell like wet noodles to the bed. I lay next to you and gently started licking and sucking your nipples. You moaned and started to cum again. You grabbed my hair and smothering my face in your chest. I had a lock on your nipple and sucked, licked, sucked, and bit it. The last one did it as your legs wrapped around me and your pelvis was thrusting into the air.

We laid there for a few minutes until you had calmed down. I got you a drink and rolled you over so your back was face up. I got on top of you and started to massage your arms and shoulders. Kissing, rubbing, massaging, kissing. You were lost to the world and mine for the taking.

"Ever cum that hard?"

"No, No way." you said.

"And we just got started honey!"

"Spread your legs."

"Spread them."

As I leaned down again beside you, I whispered, "Ask me to touch your pussy. Ask me to rub your clit."

"Oh god" you moaned.

"Ask me, or it won't happen."

"Please, touch me. Touch me there."

"Where"

"Touch my pussy"

"Touch your pussy and what?"

"Touch me, and, and rub my clit. please"

About halfway thru your sentence, I reach behind you, between your legs, and placed my hand over your pussy. It was completely soaking wet. You raised your ass off the bed, arching your back to lift it up. This put my fingers right over your clit and when I touched it, you lost it.

"OHHHHHH SHIITT" you started as you buried your head in the pillow.

"MNMNnnnnmmfMNMN" was all I heard.

I pretty much just left my hand in one place because your hips were bucking up and down and doing all the right things. I took my other hand and forcefully held your butt to the bed and moved my finger back and forth over your clit. You screamed loudly into the pillow, froze up again, and shook like crazy.

After about 2 minutes, I removed my hand, which was dripping wet. I rolled you over and rubbed my hand all over your mouth. "I want you to taste your pussy. I want you to smell how hot you are." Your face was covered in pussy juice and I leaned over and kissed and licked it all off.

"OK, we need to take a break. I don't want you to pass out and die on me."

I removed your blindfold and looked into your eyes. You looked back, but blushed wildly and buried your face in my shoulder.

"God, that has never happened before, never. How did you do that?"

"We have only just begun, young lady".

Part - 2

Watching your glow, seeing your relaxed, limp body, whoohooo. I am having a blast. I still can't believe this is happening to me, such a pretty girl. Willing to let me have my way and to be in control. I smile and kiss you again. It seems that we have been kissing for quite a while now. While you are in the restroom, I call room service and order something to replenish us.

"Hey, quite a time you are having?"

"Yes. I am all warm and lightheaded."

"Good. Come here and let me show you what REALLY feels good."

You bounce on the bed and land on top of me. I flip you over and lay between your legs kissing your tits. They are still red and very sensitive. I can tell this from the moaning and noise that has been increasing in volume.

I slide down and spread your legs. Kissing your legs and thighs. Licking your pussy lips as soft as possible. Down one leg, up the other. Blowing hot air, then licking and blowing cold air. You shiver and grab my head again. I let you hold on to my hair and lead my tongue wherever you want.

BAM BAM... Room Service.

You look at me confused.

"Here, put this on" I said as I handed you my button-up shirt. I stood and took some money out of my wallet and tucked it into the front pocket.

"Answer the door and get the food."

"No, not like this."

KNOCK KNOCK. "Just a second please" I said.

"ANSWER the door. Take the tray and offer the person their tip. Let them get it out of your pocket."

(Hesitance)

"Answer it, or there will be hell to pay."

Slowly, slowly, you get up and walk to the door. Nervous as hell, but you look great. The shirt covers your ass, but is not buttoned up. You open the door and I can see you blushing from behind.

"He.. Hello mam. Here is the food you ordered."

"Thank you. Oh, please grab your tip since my hands are full."

The door closes and you look pissed. You set the tray down and just glare at me.

"How could you make me do that?"

"Come here!"

"Why did I have to do that?"

"Turn around and bend over, NOW!"

I pull your shirt aside and spank your ass hard.

"OWWW"

"You should not have made me repeat myself. You do exactly what you are told to do. Now count each swat. Each time you forget, we start over!"

Swat "One"

Swat "Two"

SWAT "Tthhreee"

SWAT "FOUR"

SSWWAATTT "FIVE"

I gently rub your ass with both hands. "OK, now lets try and not do this again."

I stand up and kiss you deeply.

"Was it a guy?"

"Yes"

"Did he enjoy his view?"

"I guess so."

"Did he have to struggle to get the money?"

"Yes, the shirt was open and flimsy."

"Did it make you hot?"

"Umm, yea, I guess."

Reaching down to feel your pussy, my fingers just slid right inside of you.

"Apparently it did make you hot. Now turn around and see what he brought."

You uncovered the tray and it was filled with strawberries, chocolate, cherries, and whipped cream.

"Oh goodie!"

"WAIT, wait." I said as I pulled you back.

You stood there as I removed your shirt. I took a generous helping of whipped cream and smeared it all over your pussy.

"Oh, OH god.that's cold!"

I led you to the bed and put you on your knees facing the wall. You were holding onto the headboard to keep your balance. I climbed under you and placed my face right under your pussy.

"Now, keep your knees still. Don't move, and hang on!"

I lifted my head and ran my tongue along the outline of your pussy lips. I gentle touched everywhere I could with it. I suddenly licked right up your pussy and stopped at your clit. You tensed up, but did not move. I flicked your clit with my tongue once, twice, and the third time I grabbed your thighs with both arms and buried my face in your pussy.

"AAUnnnnggghh," were the muffled sounds I heard as your legs gave way and your whole weight fell on me. I held onto you and kept licking like mad. I grabbed your clit with my lips and sucked it in my mouth and moved my tongue back and forth.

That seemed to do it because your hips started going crazy. "This is great," I thought as I tightened my arms. You tasted incredible. Your musky pussy and the sweet cream was heaven.

After I quit licking, you slowly calmed down. I had to take a big breath, since there was no air down here. You climbed off of me and started kissing my face and licking the whipped cream all up. You kept moaning and kissing and your pussy was clamped onto my leg rubbing up and down. You opened your eyes, looking straight into mine, and gave me a hell of a kiss. WhooBoy, you were hooked.

"Thank you, thank you," as you collapsed on top of me.

"For what?" I asked, we have a whole tray of food left. "Get some strawberries and feed us."

You grabbed both bowls and alternated one in each mouth.

"Here, take this one, put it in your pussy and then let me eat it."

You took the strawberry and rubbed it in the mess between your legs and dangled it over my mouth.

I took small bites and asked for more pussy. After each bite, you rubbed it in your wet hole again.

"Man, I am having a good time. I am sure glad you took a chance on me."

I looked in your eyes and "Can I ask something of you?"

"Yes," you said.

"Please, make love to me. Climb on top and just fuck me silly. You are in charge for the next little while."

Your face broke into a very pretty smile. I moved into the center of the other bed. The one we were in was very wet. You started to clean yourself and I asked you not to. "Just like you are. You are incredible! Please, you are making me a very happy man."

You grinned and crawled on top of me. You were slow and methodical, taking your time. You rubbed your tits all over my face and chest and then all over my dick. The little hard nipples were hot and felt like little erasers.

You then started kissing me from head to toe, sucking and licking each area. Mostly it tickled, but man was I about to cum. You pulled yourself up and placed the slit of your pussy along the length of my dick. It was hot and really wet. You crunched over and started licking and biting my nipples. My hips were thrusting up, trying, trying.

You were just playing with me because you raised up and slid my whole cock inside your pussy in one long stroke. It was soooo tight I almost came on the spot. I gritted my teeth and grabbed your hips. You grabbed my hands and held them behind my head. You grabbed my hair and shoved your tits and nipples into my mouth.

As soon as I sucked on the first one, your hips started going up and down. You were grunting and started slamming your pelvis into mine. There was a sharp spanking sound as we slapped together. I would bite one nipple and blow air on the other and you would ride me faster. You stopped and ground your pussy on me and started sliding back and forth. It was so wet, kind of like a slip and slide game.

You were not worried about my hands so I grabbed both tits and shoved your nipples together and grabbed both of then in each side of my mouth. I sucked them in and bit them both and when I squeezed down with my teeth your pussy had a spasm and it felt like a baseball glove was grabbing my dick. You sighed loudly and then pushed down and you squirted all over me. You started pounding my cock into your pussy as hard as you could and every time I pinched your nipples, you would squirt. My back was arched and you were riding me like a horse and your cum was running down my chest.




The Meeting



I sat up and it made my dick push up against the inside of your cervix and you screamed and pushed so hard that my dick popped out. You squirted so hard it splashed all over both of us. You grabbed my dick and I shot cum into the air all over your chest. You started rubbing it all over yourself.

You pushed my dick back in and fell on top of me. I was rubbing your head and you were just laying there purring.

Part - 3

It must have been several hours that we slept. You did not even roll over. I snuggled into your chest and latched my mouth onto a nipple. Gently sucking and licking soon had you squirming and grinding your pussy onto my leg. Putting as much of your breast into my mouth as possible and sucking while I ran the rough part of my tongue over your nipple finally made you cum. You had a sharp intake of breath and when you opened your eyes and saw me, you grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in tight.

"Bite them, Bite them please!"

As I tugged on your nipples with my teeth you started to cum again and somewhere in the passion, I bit each one of them. This caused you to go over the edge as your legs clamped over mine and you slammed your pussy up and down my thigh.

"OK, Ok... Calm down..."

"I'm sorry, sorry. I just... I have never had an orgasm from just my nipples. I never knew they were so sensitive."

"It is just one of many things you will experience."

I was still quite shocked to be lying in bed with this beauty. I was at work one day and received an email. It addressed to my responsibility group, "mastr," from someone inside the company. It was from a Nancy, apparently intended for someone else, because it had nothing to do with my project. I read the memo with my mouth on the floor.

This seemed to be a letter replying to some sort of a sex ad, like a dating service. There were several questions filled out with answers about her. The first was a simple checkbox, which was checked. "I, of my own free will, desire to be trained."

Now, this was getting interesting!!! I read the email further and the second answer was a doosy.

"What will you do to accomplish this?"

"I promise to obey and follow any command from a master. I promise to accept any punishment due to not following a command."

"Why do you wish this training?"

"I enjoy someone dominating me."

I had to sit back and let this digest. I must have re-read the email a hundred times and still could not believe it. She must have been replying to someone in my company with the address "master", and she typed it in wrong. My group produced a monthly report, Math and Science Training Report, to let the instructors for national school districts know which math and science theories were currently used to teach.

I was stuck now. I searched the company database and found her. She was an employee in the Washington D.C. office. This was frustrating. I could get no information about her. I thought on this thought the next day and decided to email her back. I hit the reply button and here is what I said...

"Your training begins now. I will need the following additional information filled out. You will begin by going to the ladies room and removing any undergarments. You will wear no panties or bras. You will only wear only garters and will wear no pantyhose. You will only wear middle length to short skirts. You are to arrive at work 30 minutes early each day. You will be required to email each day with a written confirmation. This is to be sent to me 15 minutes before your workday. Additional instructions will follow."

This was the reply I received less than 20 minutes after I sent it...

"Age: 38 Ouch! Birth date: April 10 Education: Some college Occupation: Team Lead, Software development Describe how you look: I think I look average. Been told I am cute and sexy Height: 5'5" Eye Color: blue Bust: 36C Hair Color: dark blonde but I highlight it to look lighter How old do you really look: People say 35, even younger sometimes Any Piercing /Tattoos: Ears are pierced, two sets of holes Characteristics about yourself: Kind, compassionate, non-judgmental, helpful, good sense of humor, loyal, and always horny.

I removed my panties and bra. I will change from wearing pantyhose and also wear a skirt tomorrow. I am thankful you chose to accept me from the many requests you must have gotten.

Nancy"

I was truly intrigued now. I might try and see if one of the computer system guys would tell me who the owner of the "master" email is. Go figure, it might be the president of the company for all I know, haha. I emailed her right before lunch...

"Please understand, and do not take this lightly! I demand complete submission. I expect a certain amount of resistance considering that you are new to this lifestyle, but that will soon disappear. I must be assured again that you are serious, there is no turning back now.

You will sit at your desk and touch your pussy. It should be filled with moisture at this point. You will get two fingers very wet and wipe them on a napkin. Leave the napkin on your seat and go to lunch. Someone will come by and smell the napkin to make sure you did as instructed. Do not return before 12:30 PM."

I had no way of actually doing this, but we will see how far I can take this. A few minutes later, I received a short email...

"I used a Kleenex to wipe my fingers off with. I am going to lunch now."

I just did not believe this. I decided to leave it alone for the rest of the day. I of course could not sleep that night and must have masturbated a million times. The next morning at work I received my first daily report right on time.

"Good Morning, I have no undergarments on, only garter stockings, and a short skirt (I had to buy a few more). No one took my Kleenex? Did you come by? Nancy."

I decided to take a chance and looked up her number in the directory. I picked up the phone and called her...

"Are you wet?" I said. There was no answer...

"ARE you wet, slave?"

"Yes..."

"SIR"

"Yes Sir, yes I am. How did yo..."

"LISTEN! Do not question me. No one removed the Kleenex. It did smell good, like nice fresh pussy. I might have smelled it, or one of my friends, or even a janitor, who might be keeping an eye on things. You will do everything you are told to do with no hesitation. You can always take the chance that I will not check up on you, then one day you will never hear from me again. Do you want that to happen?"

"No, no master." (That was the first time she used that word)

"Are you listening closely?"

"Yes sir."

"Please write this down as I say it... 1) I will not touch myself or in any way cause myself to orgasm, without express permission from my master. 2) I will have sex with no one, including myself, without express permission from my master. 3) I will earn my first orgasm by being a good little girl. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes sir, when will I get to see you?"

"Soon, soon you will. You must prove you are worthy to earn my touch. Now, get to work and have a nice day."

"Thank you" Click

Whew, this certainly took some planning, but was well worth it. Looking down at her laying on the bed, I was one lucky guy. I have read a ton of books about the master/slave, dom/sub relationship, trying to quickly learn how to act. It all seemed very intense, demanding. I hope I am doing this correctly, making it up as I go, haha. God this is fun.

I pushed her with my foot, waking her up.

"Get up, my little slave. Your first few orgasms were overdue, now the real excitement begins."

I had her put on running shorts and a jogging bra. I would not allow her to clean herself up and rushed her out the door. We got into the elevator and pushed the down button. A few floors later the car stopped. A couple of men got on and we proceeded down to the lobby. About half way there, I reached behind Nancy and slid my hand down the back of her shorts. I reached in with my fingers and rubbed her pussy.

I watched her bite her lip, trying not to make noise. When I hit her clit, she had a tiny intake of breath and one of the men turned and asked if she was ok.

"Yes sir, just got a cold chill."

She blushed as he looked down at her nipples, which were hard, proving she was cold, haha. We got to the lobby and proceeded to the pool. The poor people getting onto the elevator we just left, it probably smelling like sex.

There were a few other people around the poolside, and a few in the water. We sat down and I told her I wanted to watch her swim.

"I don't have a suit. Am I supposed to swim in this?"

"Yes!"

She looked hesitant, so I glared at her and said "swim!"

She reluctantly got into the water and swam some laps. Only 2 of the people at the pool were males, and they were no more than 16 or 17 years old. They were having the time of their lives watching Nancy. I was almost having more fun watching them, watch her.

I told her to get out of the pool and enjoyed the sight before me. Her nipples were rock hard. The sports bra she had on was a light yellow, and perfectly see-thru when wet. It showed her large, dark, areola and the nipples poked right thru the fabric. Her shorts were clinging to her ass and it was an erotic dream watching the water roll off her body.

I went into the little side room and I turned on the bubbles for the hot tub. I pulled my shorts off and eased myself in the water.

"Remove your clothes and get in."

She hesitated and started looking around to see who might be watching.

"COME HERE! Turn around" I said as I twirled her ass to face me. SMACK, I hit her ass hard. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to me. "I am getting tired of having to repeat myself. Waiting to see if you want to do something is not acceptable. If you are not going to obey let me know now. I have many ways to improve your attitude!"

"SSSoorry, sorry Master. I just... please..."

"Please... please what? Only treat you like you want? This is what you wanted. This is what you needed. Someone to bring out the slut inside. Someone to push your limits. (Staring into her eyes), One more time, and I walk."

She stayed bent over and removed her top and bottoms. She was magnificent looking. I felt like I was still in a dream. We sat in the hot tub for a while and I watched her. Her tits would float, or try to float, on the top of the water. I made her put her arms and hands on the side of the tub, to keep her from covering her chest up.

"Here, sit here, across from me. Spread your legs. Wider. Good, good. Now I have all the access I need."

I sat across from her, with her facing the view into the pool. I slid my foot up and started rubbing her pussy with my toes. My big toe would fit right up into her cunt. She sat there with her eyes closed, just enjoying this.

"Feel good?"

"Yes. The bubbles in the water are tickling me and you are driving me crazy."

I kneeled down in front of her on my knees, my head just above the waterline. I touched her tits, rubbing and twisting them. Softly and then really rough. I pulled her nipples and twisted them back and forth. I sat her up so I could kiss each of her nipples. It was cold outside the water and her tits and nipples got harder than a little diamond. I reached down and fingered her pussy and brought her right to the edge of an orgasm.

I suddenly stopped and sat back. She opened her eyes and watched me. Breathing hard, and with a red face, she just sat there.

"Scoot forward and sit on my dick"

She pushed herself over to me and started to sit atop of me. She was nervously looking around and I grabbed her chin and forced her eyes to look into mine. I took her hips and slid my dick inside her pussy in one smooth stroke. A low "grrrr" sound come from her throat and she ground her pelvis against mine. I took my arms and rested them up on the edge of the tub.

"Fuck me! Ride my cock and make me cum. Man, You are a good little slut."

She was rising up and letting my dick get right to the end and then pushing back down. It felt heavenly.

"Your pussy is hotter that the water. You must really want it. Look at these, (as I fondled her boobs that were splashing the top of the water), these tits are great!"

One hand played with a nipple and the other hand I slid into her mouth to suck on my fingers. I turned her head so I could see her face. "Do you want this. Are you a cheap, little whore slut?"

"Yes, yes I want this!" she said through her rapid breaths.

I lifted myself up so she was a good ways out of the water. I could not see if anyone was watching and she had her eyes closed most of the time. She was riding me like a bunny rabbit in heat.

"That's it. Fuck me. Come on. If you are such a slut, wanting to have your pussy filled, you are not doing such a good job. Fuck me HARD!"

She must have liked the talking, calling her names. Every time I make her feel used and worthless, she squeezed my dick a little tighter. She was basically weightless, so I pulled her feet up against me so she was in a perfect "V" shape. I felt my dick pushing against her cervix. When she was about to cum, I pulled her close and kissed her. I sucked on her lips and tongue and held her head tight. She squeezed her legs tight and I could feel her pussy contracting.

I pulled out of her and we rested, just sitting there. Actually, about 5 minutes later, the door opened. It was the two teenage boys, coming to get into the hot tub. Nancy had a terrified look on her face, being naked and all. As the boys climbed into the water, they did not seem to notice, due to the bubbles. We chatted for a few minutes, Nancy scooting as close to me as she could. I leaned into her ear and whispered, "Be proud, you are very beautiful!" Then, loudly...

"Nancy, please get my towel. It is time to go back up to our room. 512 is the correct one, right?"

"Yes, that is the room, but... "

She looked as white as a sheep. "Get a towel for me, please!"

She paused, and stood up to get out of the tub. She was magnificent looking and the two boys were wide-eyed and incoherent. She climbed out of the water and stood up straight, walking over to get the towel. Her ass was red, from the water and when she bent over to pick it up, you could see her perfectly shaped pussy lips. Her whole cunt was puffy and red, from being used.

"Thank you" I said as I stood to get out. The boys were still not looking at me. She just stood there, naked, waiting for me to put my shorts on.

"Nancy, put your clothes on. You cannot go around the hotel without them."

She pulled her wet shorts up and tried to put her top back on. It had shrunken from the water and would not cover but half of her tits. I turned to her and said "Say goodbye to the young men enjoying your luscious body. Be sure to tell them you are in room 512."

She glared at me, but turned and said goodbye to the boys and found our room card and said "Yup, 512 it is."

We turned and left the pool area headed towards the elevator. It was a joy watching Nancy walk through the checkout area. It was freezing cold, and you could see the goosebumps all over her, especially her nipples. We made it to the elevator and when she turned to address me, I kissed her again. I pulled her into me so her back was to the door. I slid my hand down to her pussy, and slid my fingers inside. It was very hot and wet. There was no resistance as she melted into my arms and kissed with a passion I have never felt.

Just before the door closed an older gentleman stepped in. I glanced at him, but was busy pushing my fingers in and out of her cunt. He could not see this, focusing on our kissing. Her shorts were baggy and she was really into it. He tried not to stare, but it was kind of hard not to.

I stopped kissing her and let her go. She hugged against me and then turned around. He was not staring at that point, but she was shocked to see him standing there. Her sports bra barely covered her nipples and when he noticed this, he had a definite grin on his face.

As we were stopping at our floor, I spoke and apologized for her behavior. "She just can't get enough, it seems."

"That is ok," he said with a grin, "I wish I had it so good."

As the doors opened, I held the button.

"If you would like to touch her breasts, please, feel free. It is perfectly ok."

He hesitated, Nancy just standing there, terrified. He looked at her...

"Is this ok with you?"

She lowered her head and said, "Yes. Please touch them. I am sorry if I caused you any embarrassment."

"Well then, I think I will take advantage of this. (Laughing) It does not happen too often,"

He reached out and slid his hand along her chest. Running his fingers over her top.

"Raise your shirt Nancy," I said.

She did and he felt her tits, rubbing his fingers over each nipple. Nancy just about had her eyes closed, head leaning back, when she nearly jumped out of her skin when the door buzzer sounded.

"Sounds like we must be going. Again, sorry for any inconvenience."

"No, no problem. You can inconvenience me any time."

I pulled her by the arm and let us into the room. About two steps inside she exploded. She was ranting and raving about being put on display. She wanted to be dominated in the bedroom, not in public. I quietly explained...

"You wanted to have a master, to be submissive. That is a lifestyle, not a thing to happen when you feel it convenient. If you cannot handle this, or do not like it, don't let the door hit you in the ass. Are you wet? Touch yourself, NOW!"

"Your pussy is dripping, right?"

"Yes master."

I grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed, yanking her shorts down.

"Get up on your knees! This, SWAT, is exactly what you asked for. If you can, SWAT, tell me, SMACK, without a doubt, SMACK, SWAT, that you did not like that, showing off for two young boys, SMACK, SMACK, letting a old man, a stranger, SWAT, grope you in an elevator."

I was spanking her ass and the back of her legs. I started to hit a little harder, making her backside very red.

"You liked it right? You liked, SMACK, SWAT, being a slut. You must have since your pussy is dripping. SMACK, your nipples are hard, SWAT, SWAT, you are breathing hard. Are you a slut?

"ANSWER me, are you a slut, SMACK, getting off on other people looking and touching you, wanting you, SMACK, desiring your body. Are you a sex crazed SLUT?

"yyyes."

"Yes WHAT!" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

"Yes, I am a slut, I want sex, I need sex. Ouuushhghhhhh"

I smacked her ass a few more times and then immediately crammed my hand over her pussy. Two fingers inside, two rubbing her clit. She exploded. Cumming over and over. Her hips and crotch were pushing back against my hand as hard as she could, trying to suck my fingers inside further.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK "A what, you are a what?"

"Oh god, a slut. I am a slut. I... oougghhh... fuck me... please fuck me..."

I dropped my shorts and lined up behind her. Her ass was pointing up in the air, so I rubbed my wet and gooey hand all over it. I slicked up my dick and put it right against her asshole. I paused for a second, and then pushed it right it. OH God it was tight. At first, she yelped, and clenched up, but when she unfroze a second later, I slid my cock the rest of the way into her ass.

I grabbed the back of her hair, yanking her head back. "This is what you want, to be fucked from behind, in the ass? Man, what a fucking whore you are."

I slid my dick out of her ass. It made a sharp popping sound. I waited two seconds and pushed it back in. In and out, this was wonderful. I was not going to last much longer. I pulled all the way out again. I could see her asshole, all red and angry, contracting and wanting more. I spit on her ass, to lube it up, and shoved my dick back into her cunt.

I rammed myself into her ass as fast and hard as I could. She was moaning and yelping, trying to hang on. I was pulling her hair and shoving her in the other direction. I let go and shoved in one last time. She started to cum and all I had to do was hang on. She was shaking and quivering like a vibrator. I pulled out and turned her face around and let my sperm fly all over it. It hit her right below the nose and the next two spurts went into her mouth.




The Meeting



She swallowed it like a champ. Licking her fingers as she wiped it off her face. I walked over to the bar and handed her the ice bucket.

"Go to the machine and fill this. Now, so we can have ice. Go, looking like the slut you just proved yourself to be. Your red ass, your hard nipples. Do not run, but hurry back. I am not done with you!

She pulled her shorts up gently, over her sore ass. I heard the door close as she walked down the hall. I glanced over and saw the key.

"Hmm, I wonder how she will get back in the room?"

PART - 4

Well. a few minutes later I heard a slight knock. I waited and soon heard another more insistent knock. I rose and walked to the door and heard voices. Shit, voices. I peered out of the security pinhole and saw Nancy, turned sideways, pushing someone's arm away. I immediately opened the door and she rushed inside.

Standing there were the two teens from the pool. I had huge grin on my face and the guys had a terrified one.

"Mind explaining this?" I said.

"Umm. we were. well. We remembered the room number she was. you were in, and. we were walking by hoping to hear you inside. We had just gotten off the elevator and you're. that hot girl you are with, she just walked by. We tried to stop her and talk, but she ran to the door and banged to get in. Honest, that's all we did."

"Hmmm.. What exactly were you going to ask her?"

"Umm. we. we were going to ask to see her. her tits again."

"Well. I guess since she did tease you down at the pool. I'm sure it would be ok if she showed you. Come on in and you can get your LAST look."

We all walked in the room and Nancy was sitting nervously on the bed. I am sure she did not hear what we talked about outside, so I told the boys to ask her.

"Can we see your tits again. They were really nice looking."

She blushed furiously, and looked right at me. She still had not said a word.

"You need to do whatever these young gentleman ask, dear."

Both boys looked at each other and grinned when I said this.

Nancy looked unsure, but after a second, she lifted her shirt and showed them her boobs. It was cold in the air-conditioned room so her nipples were rock hard.

"Do they look nice? I asked."

"Yes, yes they do. We have not seen very many, just our girlfriends tits, but her boobs are better than any of those."

I waited a minute or two, no one saying anything. The tension was incredible. Nancy just sat there, holding her shirt up, a pillar of sexual strength.

"Would you like to touch them? I asked."

Everyone looked right at me when I said that.

"Go on. You can touch them if you would like. I seem to be in a generous mood, so take advantage of it."

The oldest looking of the two guys just reached right out and gently rubbed her right boob. She just sat there, not knowing what to do and when his hand touched her; she seemed to melt right into it. The other boy reached out and cupped her other tit and rolled her nipple in between his fingers. She moaned lightly and soon both of them had both hands on her.

"You can lean down a taste them if you want. They are really quite soft and fluffy."

No one even looked at me this time. Nancy had her eyes closed and when the first lips hit her nipple, her head rolled back and her shirt dropped.

"NANCY!" I exclaimed. "REmove your shirt. How rude, to offer your body to yet another stranger and then block their access. Lie back and let both boys get a good taste, and make sure you show them a good time, or there will be hell to pay."

She glanced over with a look of pure humiliation. Both of the guys had their eyes glued to her body. She removed her shirt and glanced back at me again. I mouthed to her that everything was ok, and she was going to have a good time. Just relax, I said silently.

She loosened up and leaned back into the pillows. It was quite a sight. the two boys with a nipple in each mouth, sucking away like madmen. The older one moved his hand up to her pussy and rubbed the outside of her shorts. She opened her legs and "ooohhed" each time he moved.

I leaned down next to her head and whispered. "What a sight you are. You look so beautiful. You smell like a slut in heat and your body is begging for more. Your hips are pushing up to feel the groping hands of a teenager. A boy! You must surely want his young, hard, cock" I teased, "And his friend, another stranger. He looks like his long, thin dick will fuck forever. The young ones do, you know. They never get soft, they just keep fucking and fucking and you keep cumming and cumming."

By now, both boys had her shorts off and were both sliding fingers up into her pussy. They looked fascinated and were pulling her lips and playing with her clit. While they did that, I gently rolled her nipples between my fingers.

"Wow. you are getting me really hot. I never dreamed you would turn out to be such a nasty little girl. You must go crazy when you don't get any sex. Well you are getting it now. I am watching ten fingers pushing in and out of your hot, wet pussy. Oh, my. It looks like you are going to cum. Go ahead. yeah!. go ahead. cum for me. let the boys see how a slut has an orgasm!"

Man! She just exploded. I watched her body tense up. She was not even breathing. One of the guys leaned over and started licking her clit and she just started shaking. Her thighs clamped together and their hands were locked in place.

"Wiggle your fingers," I said.

When they did that, she let out a big scream and started gasping in big, huge gulps. I think it scared both of them because they jerked their hands away.

"It is ok. She is ok, guys. Enjoy this, because it is not a sight you will get to see again until you are much older and more experienced."

Nancy was just starting to calm down as I leaned down and gently kissed her. I sucked on her lips and tongue and said, "spread your legs."

She let her legs fall to the side and I asked each boy to hold one around the knee so she could not move. I started spanking her pussy with my open hand. Slowly, harder and harder, until I was forcefully hitting her cunt right on top of her clit. I stopped suddenly and slid my finger into her wet hole and rubbed her G spot and she squirted and came like a dam had broken.

The guys were struggling to hold her legs as I wiggled my finger back and forth over the inside of her pussy. She squirted two or three more times and finally could not take any more so I let her calm down.

I wiped my hand off using her hair and sat in the chair next to the bed.

"Guess what guys? Guess what a true slut likes next. Nancy, what is it that you like about now?"

Long pause.

"Nancy, what did you write to me and specifically say a true slut always wants?"

"Oh god! I... Umm."

Breathing hard still, I pushed her on. "Ask the boys, slut. Ask them for your deepest desire."

"Cu... Cum on me. Please, jack off and cum on my face, on my tits, CUM ON ME!"

Both boys had their cocks out and were beating them furiously. She reached out and cupped them both under the balls and that made them shoot big gobs of sperm all over her head. She was licking it off her face and pulling it out of her hair with her fingers. She licked a big string of it dangling down her tits and she came again without anyone touching her.

The guys still had a shocked look on their faces, but they were smiling. I had them clean up and swore them to secrecy.

"We will be gone in a few hours. Just let it be an experience you will never forget, and don't tell anyone, not that anyone would believe you, haha. Have a good one!" I said as the door shut. The room was a mess and smelled of hot sex. Surprisingly, Nancy was up and ran to me and kissed me.

"Thank you. Master. That was a dream come true."

She walked into the bathroom with a skip in her beat.

Comments? and Suggestions? are certainly welcome!



The Meeting



You're nervous as you approach the hotel door, knowing that you're finally going to meet me after all this time. You and I have talked extensively, so you dress how you know will drive me wild. Your wearing a short black dress that flares from the waist, but is tight otherwise, with thin straps, a scoop neck and a low back. Your also wearing black silk thong panties, stay-up black stockings, and a sexy pair of heels; you left the bra at home so your nipples are visible through the tight material and they sway slightly as you walk... Your hair is pulled back into a ponytail, exposing the soft skin on the back of your neck. 

The corridor is poorly lit, but you find the right door and raise your hand to knock. Suddenly strong hands grab you from behind and pull you into the room behind you. You try to struggle but find it impossible, and you can't make a sound with a hand over your mouth. The door is slammed shut and you're pushed against the door, a firm masculine body pressing at you from behind. "Shhh... Surrender sweetheart." The hand is removed from your mouth, and slowly it slides down, caressing your neck, finally coming to rest on your heaving chest. The hand around your waist eases down, pulls up on the front of your dress and cups your sex, and you feel and allow the fingers to spread your legs wider. 

You can feel the hot breath against your neck, and feel lips as they brush along the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine... You put your hands out on the door for support, and feel your knees go slightly weak as the hand on your sex slides a finger between your moistening lips, your panties slowing but not stopping the intrusion. You moan as the hand at your breast slides the straps over your shoulders, allowing your breasts to be exposed, your hard nipples visible in the dim light. As the hand begins playing with them you try to push yourself away from the door and turn to face your lover, but the hands stop you and push you firmly back into place. You hear "Tsk, Tsk, darling, your on my turf now" from behind your head, the sound almost vibrating through your neck. 

You find your body responding, and push your ass back until it connects with your lover's groin. Even through jeans you can feel cock, hard and pointed up. You hear and feel a groan, and the hand between your legs rips your panties off with one tug. You gasp with shock and the cool air hitting your glistening lips, but the hand quickly returns, spreading your lips and sliding a finger between them while caressing your clit gently with the palm. Your nipples harden from the touch of the other hand, and you find yourself moving rhythmically to the pace of the hands. The back of your neck is being covered with kisses, and your heart feels like it is going to pound out of your chest... 

The hand at your breast slides away, tracing a line behind you, and you feel the back of your dress rise, exposing your bare ass. The hand then returns upward, disappears, and then you feel it on the back of your head. Before you realize what is happening a blindfold is slid over your head, plunging you into darkness. You gasp and struggle a bit, but the reassuring voice whispers in your ear "Just focus on the sensations, not the images." The hand goes back to caressing your breasts. You are nervous but find yourself enjoying the feelings. The hands pause in their ministrations to pull your dress all the way down; you feel it caress your legs as it slides down, and feel a set of lips on your ass cheeks as you step out of the pooled dress. A hand takes yours and leads you deeper into the room and you follow, now just wearing the stockings and heels. You are wobbly and you find you have to rely on the mysterious man's voice and touch for reassurance. 

You are stopped and told to pirouette, a hand holding yours above your head to assist you, which you do admirably considering your blindfolded and in heels. Your arms are then pulled behind you and you feel your wrists being tied together with a silky material. You again start to protest, but the voice points out the bounds are loose, and if need be you can break free at anytime. "It's more of a reminder that you are mine than a restraint" you are told. 

Suddenly you find yourself alone, the hands no longer touching you. Before you can protest you begin to feel hands and touches all over your body; only one at a time, but from many different directions. You turn your head, trying to orient on the direct you are being touched from, but instead hear a gentle laugh. "Sweet slave, you can't even tell how many people are touching you can you? It could be one or half a dozen..." Truthfully so, as each touch seems different; soft and then hard, finger tips, then palms, back and then front of hands. Sometimes a pinch, sometimes a stroke, they are all different, but all arousing. You feel your sex begin to ooze juice down your thighs, collecting on your stocking tops. 

This goes on for several minutes, and then you feel and once again allow your legs to be spread farther apart. Quickly but gently two fingers slide between your moist lips, you feel them make a slight scooping motion, and you gasp as they stroke your clit as they are removed. You strain to hear something, and hear a slurping and licking sound in front of you. "Mmmm, you taste so good... don't you think so?" Before you can respond you feel and taste your juices as they are wiped across your dry lips. You are hesitant at first but soon lick your lips, and realize you like the taste. A finger starts to spread more around, and you lunge your head forward, sucking the finger into your mouth. You lick and suck the finger clean of your juice. "What a great idea my dear..." Hands direct you down until you are kneeling. You feel a hard cock run along your face and throat, leaving a trail of pre-cum wherever it goes. You turn your head trying to "catch" it, and triumphantly cause the shaft to disappear between your lips. 

It feels big in your mouth, and you are unable to take it all. You use your tongue to explore it, tracing the ridges and veins with the tip. You suction it firmly but gently, and move your head slowly forward and back. You can smell the deep scent from the patch of hair, taste the warm earthy pre-cum, and feel hands caressingly hold your face, but the hips do not move; allowing you to set the pace and pleasure. You alternate long firm licks and slow but steady suctioning for about five minutes, enjoying hearing the moans above you. Fingers stroke and caress your face, neck, and back of neck, and soft words of encouragement drift down to you. Finally you can tell that it won't be long before the pleasure peaks; Sensing this you are pulled you up to your feet, the cock leaving your mouth with one last slurp. 

You are drawn forward, find your knees bumping against a padded chair, and then they are spread apart. You shuffle forward as directed, and find yourself straddling a seated man; you can feel his thighs between yours. The hands again begin exploring all over you, and you feel warmth as first one nipple and then the other is engulfed in turn by wet lips. The sensation is wonderful, and you find yourself arching your back towards the hungry mouth. You try and lower yourself onto the cock you imagine is waiting for you, but the hands stop you, frustrating you. For what seems like hours fingers stroke and probe you, drawing designs in the wet cum on your inner thighs. You feel urgency, a need to be filled. You find yourself moaning, "Please, please let me have it..." 

You are drawn forward and held tight, while the mouth still licks and sucks your hard and tender nipples, and you find yourself grinding gently against the body, your sex held tight around waist height of your lover. A hand holds the small of your back, pinning you there like a beautiful butterfly... It is then you feel the head of the cock at your entrance, but not pushing in... simply sliding up and down between your lips tantalizingly. You moan in frustration, trying in vain to lower yourself, and you can almost feel the smile against your breast as your lover enjoys your hunger. You beg for it, and find yourself talking like a streetwalker, begging for the release in the dirtiest words you can imagine. Your sex feels open and gapping, yearning, tease beyond belief by the slight touch of the head. 

Without warning hands grasp your hips and you find yourself impaled on the full length of cock. You gasp, momentarily stunned at how full you feel. You hear a slight laugh, and then find your self being kissed. You kiss back, tongue exploring the mouth as if it is your last chance for nourishment. Your sex throbs from the shock of the violation, but returns quickly to focus, juicing even more than before. Slowly hands move you up and down the full length, directing you to roll your hips forward on the down-thrust, rubbing your clit against your lover's groin. The feeling is unbelievable, and you find the hunger and pace increasing. You make love for an eternity, bodies moving in unison. When you finally feel yourself peak you throw your head back and let out a gasping moan, your muscles clenching around the cock; it is too much for it and you feel pulse after pulse of cum splash inside you, he cries out an almost feral groan and holds you tighter. You collapse forward draping your body over your lover, your sex still spasming, milking more cum out of the still hard cock. 

I pull off your blindfold and stare into your eyes, my chest pounding against yours. I smile and kiss you. "Nice to finally meet you...."



The Meeting



Beth walked naked from the bathroom into the bedroom, it was a warm summer evening and droplets from the shower felt refreshingly cool on her body

She checked the items on the bed, the black see through bra, black G-string, sheer stockings and black suspender belt. Craig was expected home in an hour and Beth intended to thank him in style for last night.

In addition to the sexy clothing were a pair of patent high heel shoes, an 8" vibrator and a pair of leather manacles. As last night had been her lucky night so tonight was to be Craig's.

Dreamily she picked up the vibrator, turned to look at her reflection in the full-length mirror and gently traced from her nipple to her shaven cunt. Although the vibrator was turned off the erotic sight of the phallus hovering near her clitoris, coupled with memories of last night, made her so wet. Her nipples hardened into tight buds and she sighed in frustration. 

'Sorry, Craig' she thought 'I can't wait'

Quickly positioning the low bedroom chair in front of the mirror, she sat with her long legs wide apart, her fanny gaping open almost dribbling with excitement and turned on the vibrator.

She started to gently massage her erect nipples and cast her mind back 24 hours.

The meeting 

After months of internet chat Craig & Beth were eventually going to meet Andy. They had been communicating over the net sending messages, fantasies and photographs and finally a meeting had been arranged. It was to be a purely social evening, dinner at a local restaurant, they wanted to suss Andy out at this meeting before making a decision about him joining them in the future for a threesome.

Beth was dressed in a conservative summer dress, demurely knee length and with only a hint of cleavage on show. Underneath she wore French white silk, sexy underwear and upon Craig's insistence, a matching suspender belt and sheer flesh coloured stockings. They had enjoyed a frantic fuck before leaving home and some of Craig's spunk stilled oozed from her hot cunt.

At exactly 8pm the waiter led Andy to their table. He was very fair, tall, with a welcoming smile. Andy shook hands firmly with Craig then bent to Beth and kissed her on the cheek, his right hand resting gently on her hip. Beth could feel the heat from his hand through her dress, she felt breathless with passion and had an overwhelming urge to take his hand and thrust it between her legs.

The evening was a great success; Andy was charming and personable, being both a good listener and excellent raconteur. Towards the end of the meal the conversation turned to sex.

'Beth may I ask you something' asked Andy smiling, a smile that touched his bright blue eyes.

'Yes, of course'

'Are you wet?' His bluntness both shocked and excited her. 

Her cunt had been wet all evening and she had wondered if the men could smell her musky excitement.

'Yes, very' she replied

'Good. Are you wearing knickers?'

She nodded

'Would you do me a favour? Would you remove them, I want to imagine you naked, all wet and hot'

'What here?'

'Yes, why not' They were in a secluded alcove and no one else could see.

She hesitated and then thought why not. Beth glanced at Craig for confirmation and saw him nod; she also saw his cock thickening inside his trousers.

Discreetly as possible she reached under her dress and pulled the lacy knickers over her hips, down her thighs and she thrilled as she let them slide to the floor. For what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds, she left them there. Then she scooped them up and passed them to Craig who put them in his trouser pocket. This action giving him an excuse to squeeze his own aching cock.

'Thank you, Beth' Andy said 'I know that we aren’t going to have sex tonight but I would just like to say that you look extremely horny and that you excite me tremendously. Would you like to see how much?'

Beth nodded expecting him to reveal a similar bulge to the one in Craig's trousers, but he surprised her. Andy was sat with his back to the restaurant and he quickly unzipped his dark chinos and pulled his erect cock into view, Beth sighed as he held it in his fist, pulling back his foreskin to reveal the bright purple glands.

'Beth I would love to fuck you' he continued as he stroked his cock.

And then much to her disappointment he put it away.

'Exciting isn't it ' he grinned and all three of them laughed as the sexual tension relaxed a fraction.

'Craig, I know that in a short while you are going to go home and fuck Beth like crazy, would you like to give her a special treat first.'

'Maybe'

'Well, I bet that of all Beth's fantasies, one of the things she wants to experience the most is to have two men sucking her nipples at the same time. Would I be right?'

'Maybe' Craig smiled 'I suggest we take her to a secluded area of the garden, strip off her dress and make love too her breasts - nothing more. What do you think'

Beth could hardly breathe as the two men calmly discussed her desires so openly. Craig sat quietly mulling over the suggestion, clearly excited, his cock straining at his trousers.

'I'll get the bill' he murmured

Minutes later the three of them rushed out of the restaurant and through a side gate into the garden where Andy spotted a sturdy picnic table in a secluded area.

'Over here' he whispered

They raced to the table. Beth pulled her dress over her head and ripped off her bra. She was naked apart from her stockings and suspenders and looked magnificent in the moonlight. Her breasts were so taut and her nipples ached, her cunt was dripping.

The men laid her on the table and as she stroked her clit, they gently sucked on her breasts. She was in heaven, two men, two scents; she looked down to see a dark haired man on her left breast and a blond on her right. They teased her, nipped her, sucked and gently bit her as she frigged her cunt.

Finally, she could take no more and she nearly passed out as her orgasm ripped through her.

After a few moments she recovered her senses and opened her eyes to see that her and Craig were alone.

'He respected our wishes and has gone' said Craig

'Craig, fuck me' Said Beth 

And Craig did, not even waiting to get undressed he ripped open his flies and shoved his painfully hard cock into Beth's wet and willing cunt.

Seconds later his come was shooting inside her.

And at that precise moment in her memories, Beth inserted the dildo up her aching cunt and triggered another magnificent orgasm.



The Meeting



Maya stared out of her rain-streaked window knowing that Tye, her master, would be home soon. He had left her explicit instructions for her to be ready for him when he arrived home. He had told her to do something he had never told her before, and she knew better than to question his orders; she still had scars from the last time she did.

So she stood there, in front of the open window, wearing nothing but the black, silk thong that he had bought for her the day before. She was appalled at the thought of standing there like that, but it excited her, too, knowing that the strangers could see her as they passed by. In her mind she could picture the passersby watching her and then going home to fuck their lover, or maybe pulling off on a secluded road to jerk off. 

The thought started her juices flowing, and she hoped that she could wait to release herself until her Master came home. She had pleased him so much over the last few days, and she didn't want him to have any reason to be cross with her. Though sometimes the punishment was the best reward of all.

She turned to look at the clock; it would be a good half hour before Tye got home, and knowing that he was never early, she began to run her hands along her body, fondling her breast, pinching her nipples until they were rock hard.

Slowly her fingers slid inside her panties and she began messaging her clit. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't seem to control her hands. Closing her eyes, she continued to work her clit with the palm of her hand while fucking her pussy with her middle and index fingers.

As she came closer to orgasm, she ground down on her hand with a fury. Thinking of all the strangers watching her masturbate excited her even more, and she moved her hand faster and harder while bending slightly to press a finger in her ass. Finally, the waves of orgasm washed over her body, causing her to moan and shake uncontrollably.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" she heard, Tye's voice startling her, causing her to turn and lower her eyes."Y-y-yes, Master" she stammered, her voice not fully functional in the wake of her orgasm.

"I came home early tonight," he started, "and, though I did enjoy the show, I don't remember telling you to start without me, did I?" "No, Master, it is I who was wrong. I never should have without your permission-" she started to explain, but Tye cut her off. "So you just took it upon yourself to allow others to see a show that is reserved for me?" he said, danger in his already deep voice.

"You put on quite a show for my friend there," Tye commented, as he walked over to the bed, pulling her behind him "Well, let's find out what your audience thought, shall we?" he said as his friend walked through the door.

"Maya, this is Aaron," he indroduced them, and upon noticing the shocked look on Maya's face, asked "Did it not occur to you that I would test you by coming home early?"

Maya thought about the question, not sure how she should answer; if there was a correct answer at all. After a few minutes, she hesitantly replied "N-n-no, Master, it had not," carefully watching his reaction. She hoped that answer wouldn't cost her.

After a moment of staring at her, Tye turned to his friend and asked "So, did you like the show my little slut put on for you?" 

A smile crept across Aaron's face as he replied "She was great! Got me real hard, as you can see," he pointed at his rock hard cock as he was talking. "I need to fuck that ass before I die!" he exclaimed. Tye let a wicked grin cross his face. "That will be arranged."

Tye then commanded Maya to get down on her knees in front of Aaron, who was stripping himself of his pants, and to open her mouth. Obediently she dropped, wondering why he was going to have her suck Aaron off first, none too happy about having to do it at all, and why Tye was leaving the room. She supposed she would find out soon enough.

Aaron grabbed her by the back of the head and slid all thick nine inches in her waiting mouth. Slowly he began pumping, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, causing him to moan loudly. When his thrusts picked up speed, Tye told him to slow down, that he wasn't done with her yet.

Tye then reached in his gym bag and pulled out his racquetball paddle, leaned down behind Maya "This is your punishment for pleasing yourself instead of waiting on me" he whispered in her ear. " I know how you hate sucking any cock besides mine."

He then brought the paddle to her ass, matching Aaron's thrusts precisely, and as Aaron pumped harder, Tye slapped harder, bringing tears of pain and pleasure from Maya's eyes. Seeing her in pain only made Aaron pump harder, faster.

When Tye saw Aaron's muscles start to tighten, he commanded Maya to swallow every drop of Aaron's thick seed, making sure not to let any escape her swollen lips or they would start it all over again. She obeyed, not moving until Aaron's bucking and thrusting stopped and he fell back hard on the bed when his legs gave out. After Tye shot his load all over Maya's blood red, welted ass, he got up and walked over to where Aaron was on the bed and commanded "Aaron, show Maya how to suck a cock."

A cross between jealousy and horror flashed across Maya's face-she could not believe she had to watch someone else suck her Master's cock. 

As she watched Aaron grab Tye's thick member and lick it from the base all the way up the length of his shaft, she could feel the moisture run down her thighs from her wet cunt, enthralled. Aaron worked Tye's cock slowly at first, taking him al the way into his mouth and easing his way back up. His bobbing and twisting grew faster, more intense, and Maya could see the strained look on Tye's face as Aaron fondled his balls.

Abruptly Tye pushed him off and walked over to Maya, who remained in place until Tye pushed her down flat on her back, tying her hands above her head. he then looped another rope thru her bound wrists and tossed it over the canopy frame of the bed, pulling her up for display.

After he got her into position, Tye rammed his thick cock into her throbbing pussy hard, without warning, causing Maya to cry out at the intrusion. Her cries quickly turned to moans as he began pumping her soaked center, motioning Aaron to come over to them.

"Now is your time to fuck her plump ass, Aaron" he said slowing down so Aaron could get into position. Soon they were both in a synchronized thrust, filling both of Maya's hot love holes.

"Come on, baby," Tye gasped "show him what a little whore you are." Maya moaned, begging both of them to fuck her harder... HARDER... The two men pumped into her, their cocks rubbing against each other, bringing all three of them waves of ecstasy.

Suddenly Maya jerked back into reality with the chime of the Grandfather clock. She saw that it was 15 minutes until Tye was supposed to be home and quickly began cleaning up. Just as she was done, she heard the front door open and went to greet him, only to find that he was not alone. "I would like you to meet one of my coworkers" he stated. "Maya, this is Aaron..."



The Meeting



As I walk through the airport terminal I see you impatiently standing there waiting. You are standing there looking at the passengers walking by you hold a picture tightly in your hands. I slowly walk towards you as I get closer to you I notice that you are as beautiful in person as you are in your photographs. I get closer to you and say, “hello.” I see your eyes light up. I wrap my arms around you hugging you so tightly, closing my eyes not believing our first embrace. As we are hugging I take the time to feel your body and the softness it yields under my touch.

I lean in to kiss your lips tenderly as we hug I can feel you melting into my arms. As we get ready to leave the airport I follow you out and look at you taking in your beauty and smile. My heart knows I have found the one that I love; I see the happiness glowing out of you. As we walk to your car I hold you close wrapping my arm around you. As we get to your car I put my bag down and pull you to me for another deep passionate kiss and hug. As we kiss I gently caress your body feels the contour of the person that I am happy with.

We climb into your car and drive to you house. When we get there where we fall into each other’s arms. We hold each other tight and start caress each other; I slowly start to undress you…I look at your body and admire it and as you undress me I can feel your eyes taking in my body. You look me over, as we stand naked together. 

Reaching out to you I slowly running my fingers over your body touching and learning every part of you. I slowly lay you down on the bed caressing you tenderly exploring as we kiss extremely passionately. We slowly start to move as one taking our exploring farther and enjoying each other’s touch. Slowly I kiss down your neck and nuzzle on you as I let my hands feel the tenderness of your body and breast. Feeling your nipples harden in my hand I lightly pinch them and twist them bringing a gasp from you. I kiss my way down to your chest nibbling, tasting, and smelling the sweetness of your skin. As I explore down your breasts and nipples taking each one into my mouth and sucking on them I feel your hands caressing me down to my hard love tool. I feel you take him into your hand caressing him and feeling his hardness as I continue to explore farther down your body licking your navel as your body quivers from anticipation and the excitement that is happening. As we continue our exploration of each other I turn my body so you can explore what you are after. 

I slowly explore to your sex between your legs and inhale your sweetness seeing your dew dripping from your lips; I slowly slide my tongue out to taste you. I feel your body shake at the touch of my tongue to your sex. Slowly sliding my tongue across your sex getting to know the feel and shape of your lips. I slowly slide my tongue in-between your lips feeling your inner lips and taste your sweetness as it leaks out of you into my mouth. Sucking on your sex I coax more of your sweetness into my mouth drinking it getting to know the taste of you. 

I feel your mouth slowly licking my sex tool caressing it with your lips and tongue. You’re getting to know my sex tool’s shape thickness loving it with your mouth. Feeling how much pleasure it is bringing to me you continue to lick and suck on him making love to him. You caress my balls and tickle my sphincter with your finger and feel me twitch and groan into your sex. As your making love to my sex tool I slowly slide my tongue down to your rosebud and flick my tongue across her and taste your sweetness. Then as I lick and tongue your rosebud I feel you slide a finger into my ass and slide it in deep and slowly making moan into your rosebud and tongue her harder and deeper.

As we continue our exploring I slowly slide around so I am between your spread legs with the head of my sex tool lightly rubbing against your sex. Slowly I rub the head of my sex tool up and down your lips and gets him wet with your juices. I slowly start to slide the head between your lips and into your sex slowly and lovingly. Feeling how wet and tight she is and how she is gripping his tool with pleasure. I lean down and take your nipple into my mouth and suck and lick, on it and nibble on them till you are moaning in pleasure. Slowly we start to move as one in our passionate lovemaking and enjoy each other’s touch and the feelings we are having.

Slowly we start to move together with me thrusting deep into you and hitting your g-spot with each thrust. I feel your body tense and feel your sex tighten around my tool as your first of many climaxes hits you. Feeling this I add to our lovemaking by sliding my finger into your rosebud and slides my finger in and out of you in time with my sex tool sliding in and out of you sex. Then I pull out of you slowly and have you get on your hands and knees in front of me so I can slide into your sex from behind and pleasure your rosebud at the same time. I slowly slide back into you nice and deep thrusting my finger back into your rosebud and feeling my tool slide in and out of your sex.

I slowly alternate between the two and pick up the rhythm with you and reaching around your waist I reach down to your clit and take her in-between my fingers and roll her and pinch her lightly. As I play with your clit and thrust in and out of you I feel another climax approaching and help to bring it on by thrusting into you deeper and harder. Rubbing your clit as the feeling gets stronger I feel you climax around me a second time and am getting close to sending my orgasm deep inside you. As you feel me starting to thrust deeper and harder and faster into you get closer to having the final orgasm of the night. I begin to thrust my tool faster and deeper into you building up to the finale that has been waiting to happen all night. I lean down and bite your shoulders and back as I thrust deep into you and explode as you explode with the biggest orgasm of the night. We become one as we explode together in this a wonderful night of lovemaking and meeting. 

As we begin to calm down I slide out of you and slowly lay’s down beside you and pulls you to me. Holds you close and tight as we cuddle together and hold each other and kiss deeply. W/we look into each others eyes and know that this was a grand meeting and know W/we will have plenty more in the future. As we cuddle together we fall asleep in each other arms knowing we will meet again soon.



The Meeting



The hotel lobby seemed to be in constant motion. There were people checking in and standing in groups talking. There was obviously a convention under way as many people were wearing name tags. Some were following bell boys with carts loaded with luggage, and a few, like herself, were sitting – waiting. She glanced at her watch again, for the third time in three minutes. Ten past twelve. He was 25 minutes late. She was beginning to feel foolish, how long should she wait before deciding she'd been humiliated enough and get up and leave? Perhaps she should have picked him up at the airport, but there was always the chance of running into someone she knew. It had seemed like an easy plan, meet in the lobby, go to lunch, get to know one another personally. Yet here she was sitting in an overstuffed chair, which was too large to be comfortable, and beginning to feel more and more like an idiot. She glanced over at the reception desk again to see if there was anyone that looked like him checking in. A new group had just arrived and it was hard to see the faces from across the large open room. She had already strolled around nonchalantly and looked at the paintings depicting local scenes on the walls. She had studied the pottery display and the elaborate flower arrangements, and then returned again to the now familiar chair.

She decided to go to the bathroom and maybe he'd be there when she returned. She already had been once to freshen up after the drive and brush her hair. This time she peered at her reflection in the mirror and unexpectedly her eyes began to mist as tears welled up and threatened to spill down her cheeks. "Damm," she thought as she rummaged for a Kleenex in her bag, "that's all I need, to start crying now." She blotted her eyes and the tears receded. She turned and leant back on the marble counter top and stared at the row of stall doors. Now what to do? Half an hour, definitely too long. Now she was not just foolish but ridiculous. She must leave. She knew she must, and preserve what dignity she still had left. 

Suddenly her cell phone rang making her jump involuntarily. She had given him her number, but he hadn't reciprocated. She found the small phone and answered it. At once the voice said, "I'm really, really sorry. I had to take a long distance call and just couldn't get him off the line. I'm up in my room, why don't you come up? I could order room service. " "You know I can't do that" she responded quickly. "Then I'll be right down." He said. She flipped the phone closed and headed for the door. She didn't stop in the lobby, but handed her parking ticket to the valet and fidgeted nervously while he went to retrieve the car. She should never have imagined that this could work, it was probably the stupidest thing she had ever done. Imagine at her age thinking a clandestine meeting would be magical and exciting. Now it was just stressful and dumb. She glanced back inside, still no sign of him. Her car pulled up at the curb and she tipped the young man and climbed behind the wheel. She felt disoriented though, and sat trying to collect herself before buckling her seat belt. She had looked forward to this meeting and now it had come to nothing. She had schemed to free up this one day and thought it would be special. Now she had the whole day in front of her and didn't know what to do with it. She put the car in gear, still trying to decide where she was going. 

As she looked one last time towards the lobby entrance, she saw a tall figure running towards the sidewalk, he was calling her name. She gently put her foot down on the accelerator pedal brushing tears and hair back from her face simultaneously.





The Meeting



But as he thought of her he felt his heart collapsing in his chest. And he realized that for the first time in his life it was really breaking. And his tears flowed freely and his face fell into his hands and he sobbed like a child in deep and driving waves of sorrow.

When his sobs subsided he sat in the chair and listened to the ticking of the clock on the wall. And felt the emptiness of his life as he never had before. He rose slowly and turned off the lights. And for an hour he sat in total darkness and thought about what he had done. And over and over felt the enormity of his loss. But as the minutes passed determination once again began to rekindle in his now-hollow heart. And as his strength returned he jumped abruptly to his feet and picked up the cell phone from its resting place.

As it rang he held it tightly to his ear, hoping to hear Layla's lovely voice. And as he waited he picked up the tourist guide and thumbed it open. His heart sunk as he heard a mechanical message voice announcing her absence. But when the message ended he gathered up his strength in a voice that was tender but strong:

"Layla. I can't tell you how sorry I am that I didn't join you on time. I know how much I must have hurt you. And I know how terrible I must have made you feel. All I can say is that I was selfish and very stupid. And that I am sorry with all my heart. And that I still want to see you. I want it desperately. So I am going to suggest something. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me … and trust me one more time … then I ask you to come and meet me. Come and be my princess … and I will be your knight … and we will meet for a magic moment. At mid-morning tomorrow. Come whenever you can. I have nothing else but to wait for you. And I will be there tomorrow if you want me. Waiting at the middle of the old stone bridge over the river in Reading. I'll be there, watching the swans gliding on the river, and feeling the sunshine on my face, and waiting for my princess to come and make my life complete."





The Meeting



It was beautiful to be sure. The sunrise seemed a bit tentative. As if the sun were checking out the area before it decided to risk a rising. The first rays, like exploratory scouts, were spreading out throughout the city. Filtering through the byways and across the rooftops. The tops of distant cathedrals were cast in golden fury, like royal crowns floating on the darken sea below. 

As he looked out on the city his mind drifted back and forth between so many different times and places. He thought of her. His perfunctory wife. Thought about how many years they had slept together. Sometimes they slept together. Sometimes they slept apart. But it really didn't make much difference. Even when they were together they were apart. He imagined it now. His bed at home. Or at least at what passed for a home. Sometimes he had trouble distinguishing home from office.

$40,000. Or at least that number stuck in his mind. He thought that he had it correct. He was quite sure that this was the number. The amount he had paid for that bed. Carved cheery wood. Of only the finest variety. Four posters at the corners. Hand carved with intricate patterns. And a roof of lightest silk hung delicately from the corners. A light caramel color, made to match the dark hues of the cherry wood. A thick comforter topped off the bed, finished in a matching caramel color.

A super king-sized bed. Not just a plain king. Gave them lots of room. Room for what exactly? How could two people, who spent so much of their lives in what was naturally such an intimate environment, be so distant? They slept together but apart. Each hanging off of their own side of the bed. An imaginary line of demarcation running down the middle of the mattress. If they ever touched it would be by accident. And back to back.

As he watched the scouting rays found a wider and wider home. The sunlight began to soak into the cracks. Following the roadways and flowing down the rivers. The city was beginning to come to life. And as he watched his thoughts once again turned to Layla. And once again a spear of pain found its way to his heart. Just the point touched him as he thought again about how he had missed what could have been the most important meeting in his life. And he wondered if he had missed it on purpose. He didn't think so. But he wondered. He asked himself why he would do that? And he came away without an answer. At least not an answer that he chose to acknowledge. But in his heart he knew. He knew that he was afraid. He didn't know of what. But there was something. Layla awoke so many emotions in him. And they were so intense. Some were driving. Some were lovely. But with it all also came the fear. He knew it was there. But what he didn't know was what he was afraid of. Alan was a man who rarely experienced fear. And it made him feel uncomfortable.

And as he looked out the closely drawn shade he thought about the day before him. Would she really come? And what would happen if she did? And did he really want her to come? Of course he did. He wanted it more badly than anything he had ever wanted before. He could feel it tug on him. He remembered the first time that he saw her. The sound of her sweet voice. The sway of her body as she moved across the stage. The light that reflected in her eyes. And more than that the light that danced within her eyes. 

If he were discussing this with an outsider he would characterize her in more formal terms. He would talk about various forms of attraction. How he had experienced this form or that. And the extent to which he had felt it. Akin to Hollywood producer evaluating a new starlet in terms of her potential for superstardom. It would be a rather dry, rather analytical presentation. But in his heart he knew this was all BS. He had fallen for her. Like an anvil dropping from the sky. The first second that he saw her. 

He had met attractive women before. Plenty of them. But this was different. Doubtless, part of it was simply physical attraction. She was a compelling sight, that much was for sure. Alan was a man who was reticent to admit that he experienced desire. "Attraction". Now that he would admit. It was such a safe word. A fairly neutral word. But more than that it was a word that allowed him to remain in control. Attraction didn't have that connotation of losing yourself. Cars could be attractive. Boats. Houses. Even stocks could be attractive. But you didn't toss your life away for them. But this was different. And he knew it.

And what was worse is that the first time that he knew it was when he discussed it with her. He remembered the first time that they talked. Her voice. If possible it was even more compelling in simple conversation than it was when she was singing. He found it hard to concentrate on what she said because he became so lost in the sound. It penetrated to his heart in wave after wave of overwhelming impact. Sometimes it was so intense that he would actually lose track of what she was saying. He knew he gave the impression that he didn't care enough to listen. He wondered if she really understood what was happening with him. He wondered how she would react if she understood.

But most of all he remembered that first conversation on desire. Their conversations had been quite general at first. Quite safe. All the standard questions. All the standard answers. New York. Blue. Steak with new potatoes. No, don't care for Calamari. Yes. I am married. Gone with the Wind.

But as time moved on their conversations become more intimate. Deeper. More real. Then the time came when she began to discuss desire. Even that conversation was safe at first. A very unsafe subject. But they handled it like a researcher studying small pox. Very clinical. But the conversation had quickly deepened. They shared knowing laughs. There were innuendos. That they both clearly understood. Those double meanings. Thrown out to test the waters. They allowed each participant to go a little further without taking too much risk. Throw out a test. Evaluate the response. See if she is thinking what I am thinking. If not, there is always the safe side of the double meaning that allows a dignified and safe exit. And he understood that likewise she was testing. Is he going where I am going? And all along the way it was safe. Because they had not yet reached the point of no return. Each of them could exit with their hearts intact.

But then came the moment. He remembered it like it was only yesterday. She had asked him a question for which there was no double meaning. No way out. It was the conversation where the word "attraction" had been replaced by the word "desire". He remembered how his heart had quickened when he heard it passing from her lips. He felt his heart jump and his blood flowed noticeably warmer. Even then it was fairly safe. She had introduced it as a discussion topic. At first she had been the quintessential anthropologist. Discussing desire as it occurs in humans. Not people. Not real people. Not two particular people. But as the conversation moved on she had become more direct. Then she asked him directly. Had he ever experienced desire? Real, down to the bare metal, desire? 

At first he thought of lying. It had always worked before. But for some reason he abandoned it in this case. And he began to hint at the truth. But it was Layla who had finally broached the question. And she stated it so simply. "Alan, have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with a woman whom you totally desired, if that woman desired you as much as you desired her?" And at last she had finally laid it out there. "Alan, have you ever wondered how you and I would be together? Do you want to find out?"

As he returned from his reverie he looked back at the city. And the fear inside him again began to grow. It was an uncomfortable feeling. He was not a man that experienced fear as a frequent emotion. He was much more likely to be the feared rather than the fearing. He was the hunter, not the hunted. Even uncertainly made only infrequent visits, to say nothing of blatant fear. But this time he was afraid. And he knew it. But he really didn't know why. Or of what, exactly. He knew that he was afraid she might reject him. And he was afraid that she might not. 

As he thought about it he wondered if he should really go to Reading. What if she didn't come? Why would she come? Would he come if he were she? In a way he hoped she wouldn't. She had become a perfect person in his mind. Flawless in every way. It was an image that no real person could live up to. If she didn't come she would remain perfect forever more. But in his heart he knew that he wanted her to come. He wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted before. But should he really go? It was such a dumb thing for him to propose. It had seemed so right at the time. But now, examined in the cold hard light of day, he realized that it had been an impulse. Something he hadn't really thought through. Hadn't considered the consequences. Hadn't weighted the options and considered the consequences.

No. This had been an action of his heart. He had meetings scheduled for every hour of the day. Things to go. People to see. Decisions to make. What would happen to them? What would happen as a result? He hadn't even stopped to think of them at all. But should he reconsider now? There was still time. He hadn't taken that last step. His mind struggled with his heart. And for a moment it seemed to be winning. But then he saw her in his mind. Once more moving across the stage. He body moving in silky tandem with the music. He felt her voice drilling down into his soul. And he closed his eyes and looked inside his heart. And in that moment he knew the answer. He knew the answer to the question that she had asked him. And he knew that for the first time in his life he had felt real desire, and that he felt it to the depth of his soul. He let the feeling linger. Let it soak down even further into his being. Felt the luxury of it expanding is existence. And for the first time in his life, Alan really felt alive. A moment later he was on the phone, calling for his driver.

There was considerable traffic on M-4 and time began to drift as Alan stared out the window, watching the city and then the countryside slide by as if in a movie. And as he sat he began to wonder about her. He wondered what she was really like. He wondered what she liked. What she didn't like. He wondered so many things about her. But most of all he wondered about her hopes and dreams. What were they? Had her dreams come to find her, or were they still out there, waiting to be discovered? What hopes, what dreams, had she given up along the way? And were they really gone?

He wondered if she knew how beautiful she was? Did she know how desirable she was? Probably men had been telling her in no uncertain terms since she was about 14. Surely of this much she would be aware. Would he simply be one more man reciting an often-heard mantra? Did she feel anything for him that was different that she had felt for a thousand other men? Surely she must, or she would not have come to see him. As he realized this he felt even worse for having made such a mess of things.

He wondered what she would claim if she could claim just one thing, one experience, one feeling in the world. What would that one thing be? As he thought about her he began to think of all the things about her that drew him to her so strongly. More than her voice, her beauty, her mannerisms … it was the intelligence that came through in ever discussion. More than simple intelligence, perhaps the key was insight. Like beautiful women, Alan had known many intelligent people. He lived with them. They were his life. But, again, with Layla there was something different. She had a certain sense about her, a certain way of understanding how people felt, how they acted. Why they did the things they did. And Alan realized that it was something that he had never had.

And he wondered if she knew that how intelligent she was. Again, surely she must. And he wondered if she felt that people saw that in her. Or did she feel it was missing. There were things that she had said. Little things. Things that made him wonder. And just for a moment he wondered what people thought of him. Did they see him as intelligent? He dismissed that in a moment. He knew they did. It came with the territory. One thing that Alan never lacked was a feeling of being substantial. He was immune to any doubting in this area. He spent all day being substantial. That is all he ever was.

But did she feel the same thing? Did she know how substantial she was? And for just a moment he realized that this was something he could give her. He had wondered from the moment he left for England what gift would be appropriate. What could he give her that would convey how important she really was to him? What could he give her that would make her realize how he felt?

She had given so much to him. And she probably didn't even know it. Alan was substantial. He had power. He had presence. He had confidence. He had control. And he had money. A whole host of women had been attracted to him through the years. Some, he suspected, were attracted to his checkbook. Lots of them, if the truth be known. And plenty of women were attracted to anyone in power. He knew that his appearance was attractive. Again, no small number of women had mentioned that to him. But deep down inside he had always wondered. All those women had come and gone, but still he wondered. He wondered if any of them really felt that he was truly desirable. If he hadn't been rich. If he hadn't been powerful. How many would still have wanted him. Wanted him as a MAN. As he thought about all the things that she had done for him, he realized that most of all Layla had made him feel desirable. She had made him feel wanted. She had made him feel alive. He wished he knew what was the greatest desire of her heart for then he would strive so hard to give it back to her.

But as the car approached Reading he realized that the truth was he would probably never be able to find out. For she would almost certainly not come to join him. He wondered several times if she would call. But she hadn't. So there was little chance that she would come. It was really stupid to miss all those meetings, to flake out on so many important people, for nothing. He realized, as the car pulled into the Oracle shopping center how slim that chance really was. But whatever chance there was he must take it. And the importance of the second was growing by the moment. 

He walked the stores of the mall as he checked his watch. One hour remaining. What if she was out there and he was missing her? His footsteps quickened. He walked into a clothing store. And he wondered what he should buy. It would have been tough enough if he had been in Chicago. For more years than he cared to remember his life had been bound up in three pieces suits. Granted, he had several different styles. And whatever tie the current fashion dictated. But he realized as he stood there that he had no idea what people wore. Normal people. People who just went about their lives. Living them day-by-day. And he wondered what she would like. What would she find most attractive. He chuckled to himself as he admitted the truth only the voice that lived inside him. What he really wondered was what she would be most likely to want to touch. What would drive her to run her fingers along the material? To feel the texture? 

His eyes finally fell upon an open weave denim outfit. Dark blue pants and a light blue shirt. His eyes fell to the big silver buttons on the heavy fly. But most of all, his gaze fell to the thick seams that gave the pants their style. Made of several pieces of different kind of denim – stitched together with heavy seams that ran like snakes around the legs. The top of the pants ended in two big triangular flaps that folded to the side. Below them was the fly with its big silver buttons. He realized as he looked at them that they were intended to convey a quiet message. The flaps gave the appearance of pants that were unbuttoned a couple of buttons at the top. "Suggestive" would probably be the word. Not blatant. Not screaming. But whispering.

Then his gaze moved up to the shirt. An open collar and a heavy weave. And it too was riddled with heavy patchwork seams. As his eyes moved up and down the seams he was lost in imagination for a moment. In his mind he saw her coming. Coming to great him on the bridge. He could feel her warm embrace as she grabbed him and held him close to her. He could feel her body close to his. And even though they stood in open public view, he could feel the first tentative movements of her fingers. He could feel them moving down his side. Feeling the seams in his shirt. Her long slender fingers moving in tight circles on his chest. He felt his arms drawing her body closer to his own. He could feel the course fabric of the shirt as it moved against her breast. Then he felt her fingers moving lower. 

Feeling the denim of the shirt between her fingers. He felt himself drawing her face to rest on he hollow of his neck. As her felt her lips first touching him he felt her fingers moving lower down. She ran them along the seams at the outside of his legs. Slowly moving up and down. Up and down. And he felt the coarse fabric move against his skin. Her drew her face up to meet his. And he gazed into the depths of her eyes. Drinking in her soul. And he felt her hands sliding across his legs as he drew her lips to his and kissed her gently on the mouth. And the taste of her lips was even sweeter than he could possibly have imagined. And as he kissed her with a building passion he felt her hands exploring the fabric once again. 

Her fingers, light and gentle, moved across his leg. He gasped for air as she began to once more feel the seams. But this time on the inside of his thigh. He kissed her stronger and stronger, and held her body even tighter. His own fingers began an exploration. Only they had slipped inside the light fabric of her blouse. He could feel his fingertips lightly touching her naked skin as he felt the silky fabric slide over the back of his hand. Her fingers moved lower and lower and he slid the edge of his finger up and down her side. He could feel her finger following a seam. 

She followed it up the inside of his thigh. He knew where it ended, and his heart began beating even faster. He kissed her harder and harder. Feeling the sweetness of her lips moving against his. He fingers moved her. And her touch grew firmer. The side of his finger reached the bottom of her breast. He was surprised to find that it was naked. He drew in a breath as he first touched it. Feeling its creamy softness. Just as her fingers reached to top of the seam. He drew her body to his, almost crushing her to him. He knew that he wanted her in so many different ways. Many of them having nothing to do with physical desire. 

But right now that was gone. He wanted her body. He wanted to feel her naked body against his. His whole body was filled with desire for her. Raw, animal desire, unalloyed by any other. He kissed her deeply and moved his lips passionately about hers as his fingers moved up and he stroked the side of her breast as it crushed against his chest. He felt her fingers as they began slowly stroking the fabric up and down beside his now-throbbing organ. And in a fluid motion he moved his leg between hers. As his fingers moved up and took her hardened nipple in his hand he began to slowly twist it as he moved his leg up and down against her mound. 

As he felt her fingers begin to slowly untwist the buttons he thrust his leg up against her and felt her tighten her thighs around it. His fingers moved about her incredible breast. Probing. Exploring. Feeling. He felt her heartbeat quicken as he felt her fingers sliding slowly down into his now-open fly. His member was desperate for release. Desperate to find her. To merge with her. And he almost cried out as he felt her silky fingertips when then reached the head. He could feel a deep throated groan building in his soul as her fingertips moved along his pulsing shaft. His fingers moved more swiftly at her breasts. Pulling. Feeling. Kneading. Her fingers thrust down and she had almost reached the base of his shaft when ….




The Meeting



The sun was shining when the plane finally landed. I think the only thing that was shaking was the ground beneath me. I was mere minutes away from meeting the Perfect Woman. My hands shakily found the release on my seat belt and I tried to command the trembling in my legs to calm.

My first sight of New York was a glorious rainbow that arched across the sky. I smiled softly thinking of you. All of our memories began to flood my mind. The first time I heard your voice, the sweet stories we had shared, and the dreams we had exchanged. My hands found the railing on the descending stairs and my breath slowly exhaled as I began to step slowly down. With each step my heart began to pound harder. What If she doesn't like me? What If I disappoint her? What If I am not exactly as she had imagined? The crowd of people surrounded me as my feet hit the ground. With steady eyes, I began to search the crowd. It seemed that there were a million people at the airport that day. Just like oil and water, the crowd began to part and my heart almost stopped when my eyes rested on you for the first time. Every emotion known to man swirled throughout me. Happiness, uncertainty, fear, and love. The swelling in my heart just multiplied the instant you saw me and I watched your face spread into the most perfect smile that I had only witnessed in my dreams...until now.

You mouthed my name and I raced toward you. My eyes holding your gaze. Within seconds I was in front of you. I stopped suddenly. Perhaps out of shyness. I watched you trying to memorize every line on my face and without warning you rushed into my arms. My hands immediately found your waist and I held you tight against me. Softly I murmured your name into your hair feeling you cradle your head against mine. Your whispers of my name made my head spin. I was consumed by you. The scent from your body was driving me wild. your waist fir perfectly in my hands, your head was made to cradle mine, and your hands found their home around my neck holding the nape possessively. 

The world slipped away as I slowly became aware of your breath upon my neck. I sighed and dipped my head lower pressing softly against yours. You tightened your grip on my neck and my hands spread out on your lower back. My fingers loved the feeling. Your head turned slightly and I felt your breath again. It was hot and so soft at the same time. My body seemingly melted into yours. My back involuntarily arched when your lips lightly touched that sensitive spot on my neck. 

My senses knew we were surrounded by spectators, but my heart would not allow me to release my grip on you. You sensed my adoration in the low growl that was emitted from my throat. Just holding you was one thing, but having you touch me in such an intimate way was a whole different experience in itself. I wanted to hold you forever in my arms. Slowly I pulled back and gazed into your eyes. Every word you wanted to say, I read in those eyes. Silently, tilted my chin towards your face, feeling your breath upon my cheek. Time stood still, as I saw your lips part slightly. The world slipped away when my lips touched yours for the first time. I remember the softness most of all. The warm sensation of having your body close to mine, the feel of your arms around my neck, the way I could feel you shift a mere inch toward me. I gently nibbled your lower lip and felt you grip my neck tighter. 

Tentatively I ran my tongue across your lips, feeling you open to me. For the first time my tongue found yours. My mouth explored yours lovingly. I can still taste you like it was yesterday. All of the noise was blocked out. It was only us in our Perfect World. For the first time, I felt completed. I felt my emotions were finally understood. We became one with only a kiss. The minutes went by uncounted as I held you tenderly. Finally, I reluctantly pulled back and gazed once more into the satisfied flushed face of my Perfect Woman. I smiles softly and said the first words you had heard uttered from my lips. "Hi, baby"...and then I woke up. It was only a dream...or was it? I could swear I still felt your lips on mine.



The Meeting



We went to a general meeting last night for the condo association where we met a very out going owner. She was very involved in the meeting, speaking her mind many times, and my wife and I were getting a little irritated, but after the meeting ended, she came over and asked if we could give her a ride home. I wasn't too thrilled about it but my wife quickly agreed and the three of us went out and got into the car. The woman, whose name is Jean, talked about the meeting all the way back to the complex and I was glad the ride was only a few minutes. When we dropped her off at the front door, she asked if we would like to come up for coffee. Before I could say anything, my wife agreed and got out of the car with Jean. I told them I would be right up after parking the car. The two women entered the building as I begrudgingly parked and locked the car. I came back to the building and went up to Jean's suite, lightly knocking on the door. She answered and let me in, taking my coat and offering me a coffee. 

I didn't notice right away but when I sat down beside my wife on the couch, I noticed that Jean's clothes seemed a little messy, her shirt was out of her pants and they were lower on her hips. Her hair was messed up a little too but I didn't dwell on it too long. I looked at my wife and noticed she had a smile on her face and seemed a bit nervous, but again, I didn't think about it too much. Jean came over and placed a coffee in front of me and sat down in a chair, facing us. We started talking about the meeting and I thought this was going to be a very dull but quick coffee. 

Jean and my wife seemed to be enthralled with what each of them was saying as I sat, drinking my coffee, adding a few comments but mainly listening to the two women talk. After I finished my coffee, Jean offered me another and before I could decline, my wife said that I would like another and added that she would help get it for me. Both the women got up and headed for the kitchen, where I could hear them nervously giggling. I thought I heard another sound too but I wasn't sure. It sounded like a small groan but I wasn't sure.

The two women returned and immediately after putting my coffee down in front of me, Jean excused herself saying that she wanted to change into something a little cooler. She disappeared into her bedroom and my wife came over and sat down beside me again. I noticed a slight flush in her face but didn't say anything. After about a minute, my wife said she was hot too and stood up to take her sweater off. As she did, I watched her, noticing her breasts sway as she lifted the sweater up and over her head. I remembered that she didn't have a bra on and her nipples were sticking out through her blouse.

Just as she sat down again, Jean came out of her bedroom, wearing a pair of tight pants and a little halter-top that barely covered her breasts. As she walked towards us, her breasts swayed and I realized that she too didn't have a bra on. Her nipples were sticking out through her top also and there were no seams in her pants where there should have been panty lines. I was beginning to wonder what was going on between these two women.

Jean sat down again and the two women talked some more as I listened, watching the two of them as best I could. The talk suddenly turned to sex and the two women were getting a little more animated as the talk got deeper and deeper into the subject. I sat there, watching the two women in a daze as they talked about making love and intercourse. 

Hearing my name brought me out of my daze abruptly. Jean had asked about fantasies and I heard my wife mention my name. The two women had stopped talking and were both looking at me, waiting for me to say something. I tried to look like I had been listening and quickly brought up the subject of making love to two women. Jean and my wife had big grins on their faces as I spoke and I suddenly realized what exactly was going on. The two women were seducing me and as I sat there, my groins were suddenly stirring.

My wife leaned over and took the coffee cup out of my hand, putting it on the table. She then turned and kissed me lightly on the lips. "How would you like to have two women to make love to tonight,' she asked. I looked at her and then at Jean, who was smiling at me. "I'd love to," I said quickly. Jean was the first one on her feet, saying, "What are we waiting for then," as she started towards the bedroom, shedding her clothes as she did. My wife was right behind her, shedding her clothes as she followed Jean. I waited a few seconds, watching the two women slowly strip as they headed up the stairs. I got up and watched the two bare asses sway in front of me as they continued up the stairs, their arms around each other, their hands roaming over each other's bare buttocks. They reached the top of the stairs and stopped, embracing each other and kissing. I could see their tongues being thrust in each other's mouth and they were quietly groaning as they continued to run their hands over each other. They broke their embrace and my wife grabbed my hand, leading me into the bedroom. The room was large, with a sitting area and a large bed nestled in a corner. I watched as the two women headed straight for the bed with Jean getting in the middle on her back, reaching up to embrace my wife, who fell into her arms naturally. They started to kiss again and their hands were exploring each other as they sucked on each other's tongues. They seemed to have forgotten about me being there, so I sat on the edge of the couch and watched the two women please each other. They were still kissing each other and I noticed my wife's hand reach down and start to circle Jean's clitoris. She started putting more pressure onto Jean's clit and this made Jean moan and groan in pleasure. They continued for a few more minutes until my wife moved down Jean's body to her breasts and started circling her nipples with her tongue, gently sucking Jean's nipples into her mouth. 

I suddenly realized that this was not a first time thing for my wife and Jean. They seemed to know each other's spots too well and were enjoying each other more than they would have had it been the first time they had gone to bed together. My mind went to the excuses my wife had been using for the past month about being involved in a club in the complex and her excuses about being so late getting home. I knew what she had been doing at this so called club and I smiled thinking that she was not only fulfilling my fantasy but her own too, although we had never talked about fantasies before. 

I continued watching the two women make love to each other. My wife had Jean lying on her stomach and was licking down the crack of her ass. She parted Jean's cheeks and licked her hole, pushing her tongue against her brown spot. She seemed to get her tongue inside Jean's hole and began tonguing and reaming her. Jean was groaning and moaning as my wife started to tongue fuck her ass hole. My wife kept tongue fucking Jean for quite a while and then lifted her ass up so she could get more of her tongue inside her. She was licking and sucking Jean's ass for all she was worth, making Jean groan louder. She finally replaced her tongue with a finger and with her other hand, reached under Jean to caress her clitoris again. This made Jean explode and she was moaning louder, telling my wife to fuck her hard. My wife was thrusting her finger in and out of Jean's ass hole as hard as she could by now. Jean's was quickly coming to an orgasm as her ass was being fucked. She finally slumped down on the bed with a loud groan and the two women were breathing very hard as they lay beside each other, slowly running their hands over each other's breasts and clits.

Jean got on her knees and went for my wife's clit with her mouth, making my wife moan loudly. I heard that familiar moan and I knew my wife liked to be eaten and had many orgasms from me eating her. Jean was very good at it and I watched as her tongue circled my wife's clit. She sucked and licked until my wife was writhing on the bed, holding Jean's head to her as she rolled. My wife lifted her legs in the air to give Jean more access to her and Jean, putting my wife's legs over her shoulders, started tonguing my wife's ass hole. She soon was tongue fucking my wife's brown hole and had my wife coming and coming. She replaced her tongue with a finger and leaned over to tongue my wife's clit as she finger fucked my wife's ass. My wife exploded in orgasm as Jean continued fucking her. My wife was loudly telling Jean to fuck her and Jean was thrusting her finger in and out of my wife's ass as hard as she could. 

They came together with loud moans and groans and collapsed on the bed, both breathing heavily from the exertion. After a few minutes, Jean reached over to the end table beside the bed and opened a drawer, withdrawing a long strap-on dildo. As she put it on, my wife was caressing it and sucking on it with a renewed passion. Jean slowly rolled my wife over, raising her ass up in the air while she maneuvered into position between her legs. She caressed my wife's cheeks as she slowly inserted the large dildo into her vagina. 

She pumped the strap-on cock in and out of my wife a few times, then quickly moved up and rammed it into her ass hole. My wife was groaning louder and louder with each thrust of the fake phallus. Jean held onto to my wife's hips, leaned back and started to ram the cock in and out of her as hard as she could. The two women were in a world of their own as Jean fucked my wife. My wife was getting hotter and hotter and as she did, she was telling Jean to fuck her harder. Jean was thrusting savagely into my wife and they soon were close to another orgasm. Suddenly, my wife told Jean to stop and she quickly flipped over on her back, raising her legs up over Jean's shoulders. Jean pushed the dildo into my wife again and started to thrust in and out. This time, it didn't take long for the two women to reach orgasm as they thrashed and rolled all over the bed in orgasm.

Again, they collapsed on the bed in total exhaustion and as they lay there, my wife looked over at me with a glassy look in her eyes. I was sitting with my clothes off and stroking my hard cock. It took a few seconds, but she told me to not waste it and I got up and joined the two women on the bed. I quickly went down on my wife, trying to get my tongue in every possible hole I could. I licked and sucked on her clit and ass hole, completely savoring the taste and smell of her/ I quickly moved over my wife and attacked Jean's cunt, licking and sucking on her clit as hard as I could. I could feel my wife's hands caressing my hard cock and balls as I licked and sucked on Jean. They were both breathing heavily and I moved between Jean's legs and thrust into her as fast and as hard as I could. I knew I wouldn't last long so I thrust faster and faster until I exploded inside her with a torrent of come. As I finished ejaculating, my wife took my cock out of Jean and thrust it into her mouth. She sucked all of Jean's juices and my come off my cock and at the same time, started to get me hard again. She continued until I was rock hard, then told me to fuck her. I scrambled between her legs and started pumping in and out of her. I slowed down a little to enjoy the familiar feeling of being inside my wife. At the same time, I felt Jean tonguing my ass hole. As she licked and sucked on my hole, I continued thrusting in and out of my wife until I felt a hard object at the entrance to my ass hole. 

I looked behind me and Jean had the strap-on around her waist and was pointing its head directly at my ass. She parted my cheeks and slowly inserted the fake cock into me. She pushed a little harder and was soon inside my anal canal, slowly pushing the phallus further into me. Soon all the way inside me, she stopped and as I continued thrusting in and out of my wife, she let the movement of me fucking my wife thrust the dildo in and out of my ass. Here I was fucking one woman and getting fucked by another. The feeling was erotic and electric. 

I couldn't decide whether I wanted to fuck my wife harder or have Jean fuck me. I stopped thrusting into my wife and looked at Jean, telling her to fuck me harder. I leaned forward a little to raise my ass and Jean started pumping the dildo in and out of me as hard as she could. She was good at fucking and soon was thrusting in and out, ravaging me. As Jean fucked me, my wife moved out from under me and turned around so she could insert my hard cock into her ass hole. I leaned back a little and thrust into her, feeling the tightness and warmth of her canal. Up until now, I had never ass fucked my wife and the feeling was overwhelming. I still felt Jean thrusting in and out of me but I wanted to fuck my wife so I told Jean to stop and I started pumping my wife's ass hole. 

I soon came and was filling my wife's ass with my come. As I finished coming, my cock popped out of my wife and I leaned forward again, telling Jean to fuck me as hard as she could. It didn't take her long to get into a rhythm and she pumped the dildo in and out of me until I couldn't take any more. I finally asked her to stop and she withdrew the cock from my ass hole. I collapsed onto the bed, panting and rasping, trying to catch my breath. I rolled over onto my back and Jean, having taken the strap-on off, took my cock into her mouth, licking and sucking on it lovingly. She kept telling me that she wanted to feel me in her ass as she sucked me to another erection. 

Once I was hard again, she turned around and lowered herself onto my cock, slowly inserting it into her ass hole. She waited until I was fully inside her before she started pumping her body up and down on my cock. She bounced up and down a few times and then got off me to turn around, wiggling her ass at me, inviting me to fuck her from behind. I quickly got between her legs and inserted my cock in her ass hole. I started thrusting in and out of her as my wife quickly inserted the dildo into my ass again. This time I was fucking Jean and my wife was fucking me. We continued until I came again and then separated.

I watched through glassy eyes as my wife mounted Jean and started fucking her with the strap-on. The two women were soon moaning and groaning as my wife fucked Jean as hard as she could, thrusting savagely in and out of her ass hole. The two women came soon after and the room was filled with loud moans and groans as they reached orgasm together. They separated and we all lay on the bed, panting and breathing heavily as we touched and softly caressed each other. 

When we recovered enough, I fucked both women again in the ass and had both of them fuck me. The women fucked me from behind and with my legs over their shoulders and I fucked them both in the same positions. After finally finishing and resting a little, my wife started to explain what she had been doing at the club meetings. It turns out that there were about five women in the complex who enjoyed lesbianism and the club meeting were basically, a women's fuck night. It sounded like it had been going on before we moved into the complex and my wife was the newest member. 

Their future plans had been to include men and I was the first to find out about the club's activities. The next meeting was the next night and I was invited to attend, which I did. There were five delightful women there, all in various stages of dress when my wife and I arrived. They soon had all paired off and were licking, sucking and fucking each other, almost completely ignoring me as I watched all these women making love to each other. 

That night was a true fantasy come true. I can't remember how many times I was a sandwich between two women and how many times I was fucked but I will, in future years, never forget that night. Once there are more men involved with our little group, maybe I will get to feel a real cock up my ass spurting its hot come deep inside me. Now that will be the ultimate fantasy come true.

This is a true story. Let me know what you think of it.



The Meeting



Chapter 1

Alone, I sat, waiting for her arrival. Six o'clock she had said, but it was already ten past that. "Maybe she's just running late," I told myself. "Maybe she's having trouble finding the place. What is she doesn't come? Oh, Christ! What if she does!" I drained the vodka in my left hand, considering a third.

It had been three nights since the last telephone call, the second in total. Dianne had sounded better than I had dared hope, that first time a fortnight ago. I could sense the command in her voice, strength in every carefully chosen word. However, there was a tenderness too, a magical warmth and sincerity. It made me ache for her, as had every word she had typed across the ether for the past fourteen months. Well, today was the day! Tonight we would finally meet. Dianne had said that her flight would get in at 5:30. I wish she had let me pick her up. We would already have been together! Probably best this way, though. We both hated airports, that much we knew of each other.

Six-fifteen. I lit a cigarette. "Christ! My second packet today!" Getting dark outside, I turned on the porch light, immediately losing the advantage view of the driveway, lit now by the few remaining rays of autumnal sunlight. "No matter, I'll see her headlights. Wait! Is that her now?" There was a late model Falcon slowing on the road. I couldn't quite make out the driver. "No, it's gone."

I had never been so nervous in my entire life! It had been fun chatting over the net this past year, but this was so serious! Still, I knew I was hers now. I had been forever. I knew it as much as she did. Why should I have been nervous? We knew as much about each other as any two people possibly could. Anticipation though... I could've burst!

Headlights in the drive! "It's her, it must be." I saw the shiny metallic black Magna, lit in all its glory. "Yes, it suits her." I saw her now, as the headlights were switched off. She was finishing a mobile call as I approach the car. She looked at me mid-sentence and beamed a perfect smile, waving as one would to an old familiar friend. The call ended, the motor was silenced, the door opened...

"Dianne?"

"Jill!" she exclaimed while alighting the vehicle. "It's sooo good to finally meet you, hon!" She was just a little taller than I had imagined. Perfectly dressed, she wore a black blazer that showed just a hint of the mauve camisole top hidden within. Just above the knee black skirt, black stockings and short heeled, open toed black dress shoes. She was beautiful. We embraced. Long, hard, desperate not to let go. "Oh, Dianne," I said, tears prominent in my voice; "I can't believe you're finally here!"

"I know, hon," Dianne caressed my hair, sobbing sweetly; "I'm just so glad to be here"

"Come inside, Dianne," I whispered after a few moments, mindful of a curious neighbor. "Mrs. Dorset across the street will have a heart attack!" The joke lightened the tension. Dianne wiped a tear from my face and we began to collect her things from the car. I mused at the inventory: overnight bag, handbag, a bottle of indeterminate contents wrapped in a Booze Brothers paper bag and one small, loose parcel. A small box, gift wrapped in pink with a black bow. "Not yet!" Dianne proclaimed, snatching the parcel away with a wicked grin.

We made our way through the hallway and into the lounge room, setting her things down on one of two overstuffed club sofas. Brilliant deep-cobalt Sanderson linen; my favorite. "Make yourself at home, love" I said, ushering Dianne to it's mate, diagonally opposite. Inspecting the contents of the paper bag, my heart skipped just a little. One single bottle of Yellow Glen vintage champagne. One of the very first things I had ever told her, it wasn't so much that she had brought it, more the fact she had remembered it was my favorite. "You sweetheart!" I exclaimed holding up the bottle as reference to the statement, "Let me get a couple of glasses." When I returned from the kitchen, the vision before me made my heart melt. There, sitting in my loungeroom, on my favorite sofa was the woman I had never met, but truly loved with all my heart, perched with all the grace and confidence I always knew she had. Dianne looked like she belonged and always had.

Catching myself in such a state of melancholy, I moved toward her and took my place just as I had done hundreds of times before online; at her feet, on the floor, looking up into her eyes. Our online relationship was finally manifesting itself in real life.

"Want some?" I asked, looking up at Dianne and gesturing to the champagne now waiting on the coffee table. "Not yet hon," came the reply as she guided my shoulders, encouraging me into a kneeling position that faced her directly. Dianne cradled my face in her warm, soft hands. With one hand on her knee and the other lightly touching hers, I looked into my Mistress' face for the first time. The atmosphere was suddenly electric and I felt a desire growing from deep within. The gaze from her somewhat sad yet piercing brown eyes felt as though it might burn right through me, into my very soul. We just sat there for what seemed an eternity, taking each other in. I felt giddy from her scent; fresh and not unlike sandalwood. Finally I was beginning to truly feel the power she had over me. I was lost. I unconsciously moistened my lips, which did not go unnoticed. 

Dianne leaned down toward me, pulling me a little closer still. The moment I had spent so many sleepless nights thinking about was finally upon me. Slowly, ever so slowly, our lips met. The bolt of electricity that hurtled through me made my heart skip. We melted into each other. I felt the tears returning in sympathy of such a beautiful moment. Dianne's lips were so very soft against my own. I was so totally absorbed by her beauty, her scent, her touch. As I felt her tongue beckoning to mine, I opened my mouth a little wider, receptive to the invitation. Our tongues danced and entwined into their own embrace. It was the single most delicious moment of my life and I never wanted it to end. 

Suddenly, Dianne pulled away. Eyes still closed, my hungry mouth tried to follow but found only a void. I opened my eyes to find Dianne sitting back on the sofa, smiling. The smile told me she was pleased, but there was a wicked twinkle in her eye. "So," she said, matter-of-factly, "How about that drink then?" My response came quickly: "You teasing bitch!" The wickedness spread across Dianne's face. "You know I like to tease, Winter…" We both burst into laughter and I squeezed her hand. 

With drinks poured and cigarettes lit, we began talking. So much to say! We were like two schoolgirls who hadn't seen each other all summer and needed to catch up. How was the flight, isn't the plane food terrible, where is your daughter, is this her picture…We talked though the Yellow Glen and dented a bottle of bourbon. All the while, the little pink parcel on the opposite sofa stared at me, daring me to guess it's contents.

Chapter 2

It was approaching midnight, and while I wanted to just sit and talk forever, staring into those beautiful brown eyes, I knew that any more time and any more bourbon would leave Dianne's first night with me a let down in memory. I took her glass and set it down next to mine on the coffee table, retired her half smoked cigarette to the ashtray and stood up, taking her hand with me. "C'mon" I said, smiling sweetly. Dianne stood and proceeded to follow me through the lounge toward the hall. "Just a sec, love," she said, doubling back to retrieve the mysterious parcel, "Can't forget this!" That wicked grin again!

As I turned on the bedroom light, Dianne audibly gasped. I had gone to great lengths and some expense to impress my Mistress with my femininity. The Elizabethan queen-size four-poster bed had been trimmed with a cream broiderie anglais bed spread that fell to an inch above the floor all around. Six linen half-sized tasseled pillows in alternating dusty pink and deep cream impressed the warmth of the regally engraved headboard. The matching side tables were dressed in small cream table cloths, in matching style to the bedspread. Each featured a single red rose in short, elegant Edwardian crystal vases. The crystal did not match in period, but the error was indiscernible and the desired effect complete. The North facing bay window was draped in delicate cream lace curtains, stunning against the deep dusty-pink walls. These had been pulled aside so as to afford a view of the rear courtyard which was spotlit, showing off the late autumn blaze of maple trees. The room was fit for a princess and that is precisely how I felt in the company of my Mistress.

"Oh, Jill, it's a gorgeous room...," Dianne said as she entered. Looking back to me, smiling, she completed her sentence: "I think we're going to have a lot of fun here, you and I." She set the parcel on the bed and took her place beside it, kicking off her shoes.

I perfectly understood the semantics of our relationship; 'Carla', Dianne's online name, was the Mistress and I, as 'Winter' was her submissive. I had given myself to her completely online, in body, mind and soul. It was my chosen duty to obey her, to respect her and in return she had given me an intimacy I had never before known. My only wish, as I had told her so many times, was to have her wish of me. And she did. Online, we soared. Carla had taken me to new heights of sexual gratification without even a single touch, commanding my hands from thousands of miles away.

But tonight, just tonight, I was Jill and the woman I had loved but never physically known was before me. It was my turn to love her. Slipping off my own shoes, I approached Dianne, who was clearly sizing me up. I had several times pointed out similarities to myself in the various avatars I wore online, but this had been the first time she had laid eyes on me. As she looked at me, I saw her eyes take me in, working their way up from my feet to my face. I paused to let her. I saw her notice how tall I really was, the way my slacks hugged my thighs and told of the suppleness within. Her eyes shifted then to my slender waist and I knew she wanted to hold me there. She continued her study and her eyes rested at my ample bosom, knowing that soon enough it would be naked before her. Finally, her eyes returned to meet mine. With a girlish twirl, I sought her approval. "You like?" Dianne smiled slowly. "Yes baby, very much." With a curtsy, I thanked her.

Standing now before her, I bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. More confident with the benefit of time spent and the liquor, I encouraged Dianne to lay down, beneath me while half kneeling above her. All the while, still french kissing. It was intoxicating. Dianne sidled further up the bed and turned so that she now lay with her head against the pillows. Needing no further encouragement, I followed, now fully kneeling above her. It seemed just a little odd for me to be in the dominant position, but I needed to redefine the level of intimacy I sought in the real world. Quietly, Dianne knew this and allowed me to proceed, enjoying the attention from her devotee.

I just couldn't get enough of her face! We kissed long and passionately, breaking only so I might kiss all of it. I offered Dianne hot sweet kisses against her cheek, her neck and her ears, biting softly with just my lips. Dianne had her arms around the back of my neck, pulling me close and caressing me gently. I felt I had so much passion for her and it couldn't get out fast enough! But I moved slowly, seductively, savoring each moment.

Supporting myself with one hand, kissing Dianne tenderly on her neck, my other hand traced lightly down her face and neck toward her breast. We were both breathing much heavier now, as though to pull each other in by any means. Brushing past her right breast, I slowly began to undo the buttons fastening her blazer. Slowly; one, then two, then three. Lifting myself away, I sat upright on top of Dianne and gently separated the two halves of her blazer, exposing the camisole she wore and her womanly cleavage. It was my turn to feast upon her. I'd dreamt of how Dianne might look, but there's certainly no clarity like reality. How sexy she looked, her ample bosom heaving with each breath. I caught her gaze, watching me enjoy her. For the first time, it was Dianne waiting for me to act...

Rather clumsily, we got Dianne out of her blazer. It's never a fluid motion like it is in Hollywood and we laughed at ourselves. Resuming the status quo, with me still half-sitting on top, I decided to be sexy for my Mistress. In a rather coy fashion, I tossed my hair to one side and looked at Dianne with a most demure expression. Slowly, without shifting my gaze, I began to unbutton my own shirt, starting with the sleeves. When Dianne reached up to assist, I gently forced her hands back to rest on my thighs. She understood that she was just to watch for a while. I continued to undress, panting lightly, lips slightly apart, pouting innocently.

I knew Dianne was enjoying the scene. I watched her as she tried to catch a glimpse of what was still hidden. 

"Soon, sweet Mistress," I thought as the last of the buttons gave way. The shirt still in place, just a thin line of my skin showing through, I ran my fingers down my own neck, curling them around until my fingernails came to rest in the center of my breasts. I slowly pulled the shirt apart, exposing a powder-blue full-cup lace bra. Still gazing at Dianne, I lightly traced the circles of my breasts with my fingers, allowing the softest moan to escape my lips. My nipples were already enlarged and I knew she was aroused by their prominence. Unclasping the bra from behind, I allowed it to fall away easily to one side of Dianne. Their I sat, naked from waist up, showing Dianne for the first time that that she already owned. I knew she was staring at my nipples. Large, elongated and hard. My nipples were most definitely a powerhouse of stimulation for me. They protruded the better part of an inch from my areola. A former lover had once nicknamed my nipples antennae. I didn't go in for naming body parts much though, I just liked to use them. "Touch them," I invited. Dianne reached one hand up and placed it lightly onto my left breast. The electricity from her touch made me gasp. To Dianne surprise, my nipple grew a little further again under her touch and she pulled away to see the effect. "Oh, sweetheart," she proclaimed, "you are beautiful." 

With that, Dianne reached her face forward in search of my breast. As she took me in her mouth, gently suckling, I leaned forward, making it easier. "All for you, Mistress," I whispered under my breath as I cradled her head into my breast, closing my eyes in the wake of this newly found bliss, "all for you..." 

Chapter 3

I could have taken that all night! Dianne knew that I liked rough treatment on my nipples and she wasn't about to disappoint me. "God that's good, Dianne," I told her, offering encouragement by grabbing fistfuls of her hair. Dianne sucked me so hard, I thought my nipples might come away in her mouth. The pain was exquisite. She instinctively knew, as only another woman could, when to withdraw and focus on the opposite side. The fire within me was growing rapidly. I began to ache with the desire for more. I was so wet between my legs now that any other circumstance would have been embarrassing. "God, let's do this!" 

I pulled back and knelt between Dianne legs. "Let's get some of this gear off, shall we?" I was already tugging at her skirt. Dianne accommodated me by undoing the button and lowering the short zip at the side of her skirt. She then raised herself a little from the bed, allowing me to easily pull the skirt away from her legs, from there finding a home next to her blazer, already asleep on the floor. The removal of Dianne's thigh-length stockings was something else. I'm not sure which one of us enjoyed it more. Over theatricising just a little, I slowly, yet hungrily lowered them, kissing every inch of skin as it was exposed. By the time I had finished the first and returned up for its mate, the scent emanating from between Dianne legs had grown in intensity and there was some obvious moisture on her knickers. I lightly kissed her there. Dianne gasped. "I'll be back for you," I informed her sweet smelling cunt and proceeded to kiss my way down Dianne's other thigh, removing the hosiery as I went.

Left in just her underwear, Dianne looked truly beautiful. I took a moment to admire her body as she lay there with one hand flat across her stomach, the other by her side. She had a satisfied grin on her face and I knew that she was pleased thus far by my performance. I made my way upward again, starting at her knees. Soft, sweet kisses up her inner thigh as Dianne slightly raised and parted her knees, allowing me greater access. Higher still, leaving her in that delicious state of not wanting it to end, yet wanting things to advance. Her skin was so soft and I wanted to eat it all up. I gently nibbled and sucked on that most delicate of skin around her lower bikini line. "Mmmm, that's nice babe," whispered Dianne as she ran her fingers through my hair. I began to kiss her through her knickers, hardening my mouth in allowance for the barrier between us. Dianne raised herself a little toward me and I took the opportunity to lower her panties over her hips and down her legs. I noticed that Dianne didn't trim or shave, but also that she didn't need to. She was beautiful as she was. Her neat, short pubic hair was considerably darker than the wavy light-brown hair that framed her face and it made me wonder... but only for a second.

Exposed finally to me, Dianne scent was intoxicating. Returning my face to the source, I just kissed her for a few moments. Slow, lingering kisses on and around her clitoris and vagina. Dianne didn't utter a word, but we both knew she didn't need to. Her sighs and gasps were instruction enough for anybody in tune enough to read them. Using only my tongue, I began to massage her now hardened clitoris. Slowly and with some pressure, I traced it's outline around and around. By now I had Dianne' thighs firmly in my grasp and I felt them tighten. 

I moved lower, teasing the entrance to her vagina with the tip of my tongue. She tasted so sweet and I was so very hungry for her. "Oh god, sweetheart," Dianne voice was louder now, "that's sooo gooood!" I began flicking my tongue in and out while moving a single finger to her beautiful clit, rubbing it gently. As I felt her begin to tremble I drove my tongue in deeper and rubbed harder...

"Enough!" cried Dianne, "Stop a minute, babe." As she sat up, she was breathing very hard and trying to regain some composure. She held me around my neck and just breathed for a minute as we sat with our heads resting against each others. She pulled away and we looked into each others eyes. She saw the proud grin on my face that said "See what I can do?"

"That felt great, hon," she said, still a little breathless. Checking her watch, she quickly added "...and now I want you to do something else for me."

Dianne cocked her head toward the pink package, now barely teetering on the edge of the bed. "Open it." Like present time on Christmas day, I jumped up from my kneeling position and sat cross legged on the bed. Taking the small parcel, I fumbled frantically with the ribbon. Finally negotiating it, I ripped the wrapping off and opened the box.

I gasped loudly when I saw the contents, looked at my Mistress and smiled...

Chapter 4

We had done many things together, my Mistress and I, while online. She had introduced me to a completely foreign world of domination and submission. It was a world I knew nothing about before meeting Carla, but one that I secretly wanted to explore. The desire for submissive commitment that I harboured in real life relationships had manifested into ideas I never thought I was capable of. Carla had used various 'props' in our online private-room sessions consisting largely of leather and stainless steel items that I had previously abhorred as toys for the mentally deranged. She showed me otherwise; that with care, understanding and above all else, trust, these things could be used to express a beauty that belied their popular reputations.




The Meeting



Three items within the box: a collar, its chain and a pair of nipple clamps. I'd experimented mentally with all these things online and Carla new them to be my favorites amongst her wide array of toys. The collar was made of soft black leather, about an inch in width and studded with gemstones of all colours. It featured a ring at its clasp, undoubtedly used for attaching the short choker style silver chain.

The clover style nipple clamps were nothing short of exquisite jewellry. Concave solid silver flowers with fine petals, fashioned to follow the curvature of the wearers breast. Each petal featured the tiniest, prettiest emeralds I had ever seen. Each of these were encircled with incredibly ornate hand engraving. The intricacy of the iris shutter clamp was reminiscent of Faberge craftsmanship. They were truly a work of art and obviously very valuable. I was later to learn that they were Siamese, crafted in the late thirties, as told by the craftsman's hallmark on their undersides. Dianne had picked them up from a fringe antique dealer in Sydney during her stop-over en route to me. It had been carefully arranged a week earlier via the Internet.

Clutching my new treasures I threw my arms around her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I squealed, "They're beautiful!" Dianne hugged me warmly, glad of my happiness. "They'll be more beautiful on, sweetheart," she said softly. "Now stand UP!" There was a sudden command in her voice.

Without hesitation, I obeyed and submissively replied: "Yes Mistress." I knew that the roles were now shifting. I was time for my Mistress to give me a taste of her domination in real life. "Now remove your slacks and panties." As I did so, Carla replaced her own knickers. She stood up beside me next to the bed and ordered me. "Turn around. Slowly." As I did her bidding, I knew my Mistress was inspecting me closely. 

She approached from behind. Closing in on me, I felt her body against my back. The smooth silk of her camisole was delicious as her breasts pressed into me. I felt her strong hand on my buttocks as she caressed and squeezed them. "Hmmm, nice ass," she said, in favorable critique, "we'll use that!" My breathing quickened as I remembered our online 'use' of my most rear asset; adventures I'd never yet experienced in real life. Carla knelt to the floor and began kissing my cheeks lightly, in their centers first, but gradually lower and toward the middle where they met. She squeezed my buttocks and separated them a little, providing access to my anus, kissing me lightly closer still to where I really wanted to be kissed. I widened my stance, so as to assist my Mistress to her objective. 

Whack! The smarting pain across my backside made me jump. "I didn't ask you to move, sub!" Carla stood again and looked at me sternly, but I recognized by now the playful glint in her eye. "Yes Mistress, sorry..." I replied, blushing. 

"Don't be sorry, sub, just do as I ask."

"Yes Mistress."

"Now on the bed, face up! We haven't much time."

"Why not Mistress?"

"You'll see, my pet. Now wait."

Carla left the room and I waited, naked, for her return. The clock radio at my dresser told me it was one-fifty. So close to the next hour I wondered if two o'clock meant anything. I followed her progress through the house, listening to every familiar creak of the wooden floorboards underneath the carpet. She had revisited the loungeroom and returned with her overnight bag. She placed this at the foot of the bed and opened it. "Can you guess what I have in here, my love?" she asked without looking at me. "No Mistress?" I replied expectantly. She produced three silk scarves, two navy blue, the other crimson. As she set the bag on the floor, I had more than a fair idea of what was to come.

"Now then, my sweet one," Carla said matter-of-factly, "tonight is going to be very special for you." Taking one of the scarves, she fashioned a bandana and set about making a knotted loop in one end. "I have arranged a special treat for you," she continued, "and I want you to know that my decision to do so had your safety as it's highest priority." She took my left wrist and guided my hand through the knot in her bandana. "Yes Mistress," I responded, "I trust you completely." I believed the words I said but still an anxious feeling crept over me. Carla kissed me lightly on the lips as she reassured me. "Don't worry love, it's all good, I promise you." She tied the other end of the bandana around the closest bed post at the point where the smooth round wood met it's squared anchor, a foot above the mattress. "You know that I'll take good care of you."

Her dialog was perfectly timed. By the time I understood what she was up to, I was fully restrained. She bound my right wrist in similar fashion to the first. "Tonight, my love, you will experience the true delight of your sleeping desires." Carla tested the binds for taughtness. Very tight, but not so much to be a distraction. I enjoyed the sensation immensely, vainly struggling a little to show my Mistress she had done well. "And tonight, my love..." But her voice trailed off as she was interrupted by a noise emanating from the hall. It was a soft knocking at the front door. In my predicament, I was horrified at the prospect of visitors, regardless of the hour and the expression on my face told my Mistress of this. Looking at her watch, my Mistress just smiled...

"Perfect timing!" she whispered in delight. "Wait here, my child..." She left the room.

Chapter 5

As Carla went to answer the door, my heart raced. There I was, tied naked to my own bed by a woman I had only just met that night and now there was somebody else at the door. I relaxed a little in the knowledge that she obviously had this well prepared, to the last minute as it seemed.

A new voice, a womans voice. She sounded younger than Carla, perhaps about my own age. I could not make out the words exchanged between them for they were obviously whispering. The front door was closed and I heard them both approach the bedroom. My heart pounded. I suddenly felt very annoyed with my Mistress for forcing me to meet someone under such circumstances. I thought "like, this is going to be great. I'll just say: don't mind me, sorry I can't shake your hand right now" 

But then they walked in. First Carla, followed by this newcomer. They immediately took their places at the foot of the bed. The woman was indeed around my own age; mid twenties and was absolutely stunning. Thick red wavy hair that fell about her shoulders, framing her beautiful face of clear, fair complexion. The epitome of peaches and cream. Long dark lashes set off her brilliant green eyes perfectly. She was a heavenly vision and I was immediately attracted to her. It was difficult to assess anything else about her due to the full length cream businessman's overcoat she wore, save that she wore it well. Very chic.

"Well, Winter," Carla started, "I'd like you to meet Jade. She will be helping us tonight." My response came stammered: "Uh, hi Jade." Jade had not taken her eyes from me since walking into the bedroom. Her steady sweet smile had not shifted in expression, nor had the warmth in her eyes. "Hello Winter," even her voice was sexy; smooth as silk with a barely discernable Irish accent, "it's very nice to meet you. Carla's told me so much about you. I think we're going to be great friends." There was a sincerity in both her eyes and voice that relaxed me further. By now I was forgetting my anxiety and playing out possible scenarios at the speed of light in my mind, several of which were more than appealing.

Carla was standing somewhat behind Jade and took the latter in by the shoulders. "So child, do you like what you see?" The question embarrassed me. "Yes Mistress, I do."

"And my darling Jade," continued Carla, kissing her neck softly, "do you like what you see?" Jade had still not shifted her gaze from my eyes. The intensity of her stare left me both self conscious and flattered. "Oh yes Mistress, she is everything you told me and more." Carla was now kissing Jade around her ear. Jade momentarily closed her eyes a couple of times, basking in the pleasure our Mistress was providing her with, yet she continued to gaze at me. She was playing her role well, whatever that was. It was very sexy to have her stare at me while Carla kissed and caressed her. Suddenly, Carla stopped. "Let's begin then, shall we?"

As if on cue, Jade shifted her attention from me to the floor, in a most demure fashion. The expression sat so well on her face. So incredibly beautiful. Carla now watched my eyes as she slowly released the slip knot at the front of Jades coat. As the double breasted layers unfolded with Sandy's assistance, I was amazed to discover that Jade was completely naked underneath. I immediately looked and kept looking, unaware of my blatantly dropped jaw. Jade was singularly beautiful. Textbook perfect figure, such very pale creamy skin from head to toe and most definitely a natural redhead. She looked delicious to say the least. Retrospectively, I think that language failed to provide any adjectives appropriate for one as beautiful as Jade.

"You like this, what you see, don't you sub?" My Mistress was teasing me, it seemed.

"Yes Mistress, very much."

"And you would like to touch, wouldn't you?"

"Yes Mistress, I would like to very much."

Jade continued her demure gaze toward the floor as Carla allowed the coat to fall to the ground. My Mistress then began to caress Jades perfect, flat stomach from behind. "She has lovely skin, doesn't she sub?"

"Perfect, Mistress"

"And beautiful breasts, sub. I'd bet you'd like to taste them, wouldn't you?" Carla lightly traced Jades perfect breasts with her fingertips, tweaking her nipples to attention.

"Yes Mistress." I was now straining at my binds, in a hopeless effort to be closer to these two gorgeous women. I did so want to taste this new beauty before me.

"Well tonight, sub, Jade and I are going to fuck you up! Jade's going to fuck that sweet asshole of yours like I know you want." The words shocked me. My Mistress had rarely spoken to me in such fashion and I knew she meant business when she did. "And I'm going to fuck that little cunt of yours till you can't bear it anymore"

"Oh yes, Mistress!"

"But you will bear it for me, won't you sub?"

"Yes Mistress," I was breathing noticeably quicker now. "I will bear it for you."

Breaking away from Jade, Carla approached me and sat beside me on the bed. Jade followed suit at the opposite side. They both began tracing their fingers lightly across my body; Carla concentrating around my neck, Jade at my breasts. It was a heavenly feeling and my breathing gave my feelings away. Every so often, they would both kiss me softly on my lips. First Carla, then Jade. I took their offerings with great hunger. Oh, the kisses were all too short! I wanted their mouths against mine, our tongues to entwine. They had me on fire, these two and they knew it.

After a few moments, they both leaned across me, above my breasts and kissed. Slow, opened mouth, allowing me to see their tongues meet and dance sweetly. They both now had one of my breasts in their hand, lightly kneading my nipples between thumb and forefinger. It was my first menage a trois and undoubtedly the sexiest moment of my life. The fire between my legs was increasing in intensity and I vainly tugged at my bonds. Between their french kissing and the constant stimulation of my nipples, I couldn't stand it! 

Carla was the first to break. Taking the clamps from the bedside table, she passed one to Jade. "Help me, love." It was clear to me that Jade and my Mistress had played together before, for they flawlessly mirrored each other in action. Leaning in toward my breasts, they both took me in their mouths. I moaned loudly; very loudly. Flicking my elongated nipples with their tongues, I felt the electricity flash though my body. They sucked and nibbled on me so perfectly, looking into each others eyes. Sweet biting, the pain I so badly craved. I wanted to die now, in perfect bliss! Then, together, they guided my now fully erect nipples though the iris aperture of my new toys. The cold metal made me gasp. Still in unison, my adoring sisters tugged my nipples through with their teeth, guiding the clamps as far down as possible. Snap! Snap! The springed shutters collapsed around me, barely a second apart, sending a sharp pain shooting through my breasts. I gasped. The sensation was electric and I held my breath in shock for a few seconds.

Carla sat up and admired their handiwork. "Thank you, my sweet," She leant across me and kissed Jade on the cheek. "That's perfect. Just one more thing and think we're ready." She handed the collar to Jade, smiling at me. "I know you want to wear this for me, child." I was beginning to feel giddy with stimulation and I wanted more. I wanted it all. "Yes Mistress." Jade slipped one end of the collar under my neck, feeding it around to the other side. Negotiating the end through the buckle, she pulled it just tight enough to be still comfortable and tested the slack by placing two of her fingers between it and my neck. Carla slid the collar around my neck until the o-ring for attaching the chain was in the center of my neck, at the front. She attached the choker and tugged sharply twice, testing the link. It made me blink, but not complain. I could hardly wait for it to be used forcefully. I wanted it hard, badly! The chain was neatly placed between my breasts, extending just below my navel.

"There, child," Carla said, stepping back to take in this picture, "this is how I want you for me." It always made me happy to know my Mistress was pleased. "Yes Mistress." Looking now to Jade, Carla went on. "Pet, go find the kitchen. Bring back what you need." Jade looked up and smiled. "Yes Mistress." When she had left the room, Carla's eyes returned to mine. She smiled sweetly and kissed my cheek softly. "Girl, you're in for a treat!" I was about to find out how perfectly Carla had matched us.

Chapter 6

I heard noises in the kitchen. Cupboards being opened, pots clanging together. I wasn't concerned. I was sure that Jade would find whatever it was she was looking for. I was still feeling somewhat euphoric from the last twenty minutes activities. Carla untied one of my wrists and started around the bed toward the second. "What's happening now, Mistress?" I asked innocently. "Quiet love, all will be clear soon." She released my other binding. "Turn over, love, face down." She took the pillows from the bed and lay them neatly on the box seat under the bay window. I completed her instruction without hesitation or comment. Carla returned and proceeded to tie my wrists again, gently tugging each to ensure they were tight. When both restraints had been replaced she sat down beside me and began lightly stroking my back. It was very soothing and I showed my appreciation by sighing softly and closing my eyes.

"Pet, your not nervous, are you?" Carla asked. There was sincerity in her voice.

"I trust you, Mistress"

"Good pet. I know you're going to enjoy what Jade has for you very much."

"Thank you, Mistress"

"What for, pet?"

"Just for everything, Mistress."

"You are sweet, my child." Carla leant down and kissed my neck softly. I did feel safe now. My disappointment in her actions had long fled and although a little tired now, I was still excited about what was to come.

The next thing I knew was a warm, wet sensation against my shoulders. Jade was sitting on the bed beside me, while Carla was still there, on the opposite side. Jade was sponge bathing me with warm soapy water and a flannel. With the benefit of the wardrobe mirror, I could see that at some point she had visited the linen closet in the bathroom and found the towels too. I must have dozed off for a minute, for I never heard her leave the kitchen. "Lift up a little, pet." Carla said holding a towel. Difficult as it was under the circumstances, I managed to raise my abdomen a little from the bed. Carla fed the towel under me and with Jade's help straightened it out. "Good girl," she said when they were done, "wouldn't want to spoil this pretty spread." Jade continued her sponging. Her bedside manner was delightful. Using the flannel, she softly caressed my neck, shoulders, and back, occasionally stopping to rinse in the bowl she had filled and set on the side table. It was delicious; like a soft, warm massage. Her movements were loving and slow. I felt like purring. All the while, Carla stroked my face and my hair. 

As Jade ever so slowly worked her way down to my lower back, I felt my desire stirring once more. When she began on my buttocks, I knew it was well and truly there. I felt her gently rub down the center of my cheeks to just above my anus. On the next pass, she almost touched it and I moaned. "See?" I heard Carla say and caught the two of them smiling at each other through the mirror. Jade rinsed again, leaving the flannel much wetter this time. Before making contact with me, I felt several drops of the warm water drip between my cheeks and trickle down to my anus. It felt wonderful. Carla then spread my cheeks apart for Jade. I felt the flannel rub full down the length of the crack and firmly come to rest right on my anus. Jade pressed a little with her fingertip. Oh god, it felt so good and I let them both know. "Ohhhhh!" I moaned. Jade rinsed again and returned a little harder and a little wetter, this time rubbing all around my anus. "Ohhhhh, God!" 

Jade returned the flannel to the water and left it there, setting the bowl a little further back, out of harms way. She looked expectantly to Carla who gave her a single nod. Jade then climbed on top of me facing my backside, with her feet against the headboard either side of my head. I quietly thanked God for the mirror as the vision was beautiful. Carla stood up and moved to the foot of the bed to watch. Grabbing my cheeks firmly in her hands, Jade separated me as far as she could. She bent her head forward and began to trace her tongue down the crack of my ass. It was heavenly and I moaned gutturally. Her tongue danced around my anus, not quite making contact. "Oh, yes! Oh, that's nice!" I whispered loudly. Then sweet Jade did it for me. Her hot tongue pressed straight onto my anus and slid inside. "Oh yessss!" I screamed. I had always loved being touched there and had secretly harbored a strong desire to go this much further. And now, there was no holding this beautiful woman back. Jade drove her tongue in deeper and deeper, breaking only to collect more saliva with each pass. She licked hard and fast all around and on my anus, flicking it in and out. I moaned louder and louder. I felt my clitoris hardening amongst this most intense pleasure. The fire within me was raging out of control.

Carla came around toward my face. As I lay there, rocking with pleasure, she reached under my neck and carefully pulled the choker chain free. She slid the collar round so the chain was properly at back. Jade continued feverishly licking my anus. I hoped she would never stop. As I felt myself approaching orgasm, Carla jerked the chain hard, pulling my head up. "Is this what you wanted bitch!?"

"Yesss Mistress, unhh!"

"And you're truly my little whore now, aren't you bitch!?"

"Ahhh, yesss Mistress!"

"And you want more now, don't you whore!?"

"Yes Mistress, I want more!" I was almost screaming.

Not releasing the strain on the choker, Carla addressed Jade. "Enough Jade! Get my harness." 

"Yes Mistress." came the reply. Jade stood up and went to Carla's overnight bag, quickly finding the harness and matching dildo. Carla suddenly dropped the chain, allowing me to collapse completely, panting heavily and shaking from the orgasm that almost was. Carla helped Jade into the harness and fitted the dildo to the front. It was black and large and I idly wondered why the real thing was never that big.




The Meeting



"Up on your knees, sub!" Carla commanded. This proved a little difficult because of my restraints, my close proximity to the headboard and the ecstasy I hadn't fully recovered from. In the end Jade guided one of my knees forward, providing me a hold with which to lift myself up from. She then took her place behind me and guided the dildo between my legs, rubbing against my now soaking cunt. It felt tame compared to her tongue further back, but good nevertheless and allowed me a little more time to relax my breathing. Carla pulled on my chain again, lifting my head toward her. "I was right about you all along, wasn't I Winter?"

"Yes Mistress, you were."

"And I'm right about this too, aren't I?"

"Oh yes, Mistress."

"You want this bad, don't you sub?" Her dialog and the use of the chain were making me stir again. It was almost primal.

"Yes Mistress, I want it bad!"

She knelt on the bed beside us, facing me. She wrapped the chain around her hand until it was only a couple of inches from my neck. Still pulling me up hard, her other hand took mine and together we held the bedpost. Jade had her instrument well and truly slicked now and I felt her withdraw from against my lips. Then I felt the tip of the dildo lightly pressing at my anus. Carla and I looked into each others eyes. She knew this was my first time and I knew she would be there for me. "I give myself to you completely, Mistress." I stammered, a single tear filling my eye. In my mind this was as much for her as it was for me. "I know love," she whispered as she leant in to kiss me. Our mouths opened slightly and we found each others tongues. My Mistress was so delicious. My breathing was very jerky in anticipation for what I knew was about to come. Carla continued to kiss me deeply as the pain struck. It was more intense than I had expected and inhaling sharply, I froze. Jade had entered me gently, but suddenly and with easily half of the available length. She stopped and waited for Carla to indicate that it was alright to proceed.

Carla had stopped kissing me and held her face to mine, cheek to cheek. She had relaxed the chain and was now stroking my hair. After what must have been a full minute, I exhaled and breathed again, deeply. Blinking my eyes I looked up at Carla whose expression was half smiling, half inquiring care. "You o.k. love?" she asked. "Uh umm, yes, I think so." I said, now at least able to consciously consider the pain I was experiencing. My sphincter was on fire! But even as I thought about it, I could feel the pain dissipating. "Yes, I think I'm alright." I was blustering a little. "That's o.k. pet. It's hard at first." She looked to Jade. "Slow babe, just take it slow."

I felt Jade move again, out a little this time. There certainly seemed to be more pain than pleasure and I wondered if this was really what I wanted. I winced a little. Carla caught it and asked again. "O.K.?" I laughed a little. "God, they make these things pretty big, don't they!?" It relaxed the mood greatly. We all laughed and Jade hugged me, one hand around my stomach, the other against my shoulder. She kissed me loudly on the shoulder, proclaiming "You're a doll, Winter!"

With that, it became easier and I did forget the pain a little. Jade slowly moved into me and out again, each time using more and more length. By the time she was able to use the full length, it actually started to feel satisfying, deeply satisfying. I looked again into the mirror to watch Jade slowly pumping me. She looked so sexy in the leather harness and the image of her fucking me turned me on more. God, it was starting to feel good, really good. 

"Fuck!"  I thought "This is good!" There was no need to say it aloud. My eyes were closed, my mouth wide open and I was allowing myself to rock back and forth with Jades motion. Carla could see I was beginning to enjoy myself. I opened my eyes again and stared at the mirror. The scene was straight out of my fantasies. Now I could die! 

The vision of my submission in the mirror was enough to get me off on it's own. After all, such a vision had many times before whilst masturbating alone. Jade was such a beautiful woman. Her breasts bounced a little with each stoke and I thought about taking them in my mouth. Her slender waist and hips, seemed incapable of delivering the wrenching treatment I was now loving. Increasing her speed a little, she leant over me as before. This inhibited her movement a little, but the proximity of her breasts and torso against my back was worth it. I was breathing deep and hard in time with her movements. This was truly the most satisfying sexual experience of my life and my head was spinning. Jade moved a hand down my stomach and into my pubic hair. Her fingertips barely against my clitoris, she began to stimulate me further. It sent shocks of electricity straight to my nipples, still constantly stimulated by the clamps. As Jade rubbed me harder, my breathing increased rapidly. She worked her fingers toward my vagina. I felt myself losing control. "Unhh, that's so good!" I panted. "Yes! Fuck me, fuck me good!" Jade responded with more pressure, slamming against my ass with every long, deep stroke. "Oh yes, yes, yessss!" It was building within me, an intense orgasm. I was vaguely aware that my teeth were clenched and I was digging my fingernails into the bedposts.

Sensing I was about to climax, Carla grabbed the chain and yanked my head up again. Her face against mine, she spoke low, almost growling: "Whose whore are you, bitch!?"

"Ohhh, yours Mistress! Ahhh!" Jade now had two fingers inside my cunt and was raking them up against my inner walls. I ached for it. It felt wild and unbridled. She was pumping me so hard now that I had to push back against her to avoid hitting the headboard.

"Come for me, bitch!" Carla ordered.

"Yes Mistress! I'm going to come! Ohhh!" I was so very, very close. I was shaking uncontrollably.

Carla pressed her mouth against mine, forcing her tongue inside. She passionately kissed me deep, long, dirty. I was being stimulated all over my body. My Mistress' passion finally sent me over. My body jerked and shook with violent spasms of delight as I experienced the deepest, longest orgasm of my life. "UNHHHH! OHHHH! OHHH GOD!!!" It rocked through my entire body, wave after wave of pure ecstasy. 

As Jade pulled out from my anus and relaxed her hand, resting it on my cunt, I collapsed with her on top of me. I was shaking. My breathing was so hard I felt like I might burst. Carla kissed me sweetly on the lips. "Good girl." she whispered and proceeded to untie my restraints. Jade was tenderly kissing my neck, now holding me lovingly by both shoulders. The relief was immense when my arms were finally allowed to come to rest at my sides. I was totally and utterly spent. 

"Thank you," I breathed, somewhat incoherently, "Thank you both."

"Anytime, sweet Winter," Jade whispered, kissing my ear tenderly, "anytime..."

"Sleep now hon," Carla said softly, accurately assessing my ability to continue, "we'll play again tomorrow..."



The Meeting



You finally reached where we had decided to meet. You were all I had imagined you seemed to be happy with what you saw in me. You gave me a big, tight hug and then pulled me close and kissed me. It was just like I thought I would be and knew I had made the right choice meeting you. It would definitely be a day to remember for a long time!

Arrangements had already been made, so we were able to go right to the room. We walked in the door; it closed behind and then you kissed me the way I know you had been wanting to since you arrived. I was already turned on just from the emails that we had passed back and forth and the thought of being near you. Now your kisses were making me so hot all over. Your tongue found mine and they seemed to wrestle as our kiss lasted for what felt like forever.

We both were a bit nervous but after more kissing and talking, all of our inhibitions had gone away. I asked you what you wanted from me and without any words from you, I knew. I started off by kissing your lips once again ... softly, passionately. I moved slowly down to your chin and your neck. I unbuttoned your shirt and started to kiss your chest, pausing to suckle each of your nipples. You seemed to enjoy this and began to relax a bit more. I pulled your shirt out of your pants and tossed it onto the floor. 

The growing bulge in your pants became more and more noticeable with each touch of my mouth to your skin. I slowly undid your belt and then the zipper, finding below the soft material of your shorts. I took my fingers and reached in, bringing your cock out so I could see just what I had to look forward to that weekend. I was very pleased with what I found and began to slowly lick the tip of your cock. The small amount of pre-cum was just enough to moisten my mouth and give me a taste of what I would get later. My tongue gently began to massage the shaft of your cock ... down one side and then up the other ... feeling it pulsate beneath my touch. We had talked about this so many times, but now I was finally getting to show you just why I am good at this and why I love to do it.

I reached back up to the tip of your cock, and your hands began to push my mouth down on to your entire cock ... letting it slip onto my tongue and glide its way gently down to the back of my throat. My breath was taken away for a moment as it touched ... and then I brought it back out of my mouth, my lips tightening around it like it was inside my wet, and now very hot pussy. Over and over I did this ... only pausing to catch my breath.

Your voice was soft and low and you kept talking to me so that I would continue with my task at hand. I kept this going for a while and realized that my clothes were in the way of what I was doing. I took my mouth off of your cock and began to undo the buttons on my shirt and remove it. My ample breasts peeked through the lacy bra I had on and my skirt slipped off easily from around my hips. All that was left was my bra and matching panties ... both in a sheer shade of black. Your hands found their way to massage my breasts, and then undid the closure so they could fall free of the material. You brought your lips down to the hardened nipples and bit them lightly, making sure I did not mind. Your hands found their way down my body and into the elastic that held on my panties. Slowly, you slipped them off ... down over my butt and hips and onto the floor. I was finally free of my clothes, standing in front of you with nothing covering my nakedness.

You seemed to approve of what you saw ... and then made me lie down on the bed. Your mouth made its way rather quickly down to my pussy. I was already very wet from sucking your cock, and now it was my turn to have some pleasure. I knew that you would be a demanding lover, but you were very gentle to begin. I liked that. Your tongue found my clit very easily and began to lick it lightly. I felt the electric impulses that it sent through my body and at once moans began to come from my throat. I had waited for a love making session that would send chills through my body and make me feel like no other had done. I finally found someone who could give me what I had wanted and needed for so long.

You took your time ... licking with your tongue and probing my inner regions with your fingers ... finding out just what I would let you do. I was ready for anything. My orgasms came quite quickly and poured out all over your face and fingers. You made me cum over and over, until I thought I could cum no more. 

What I wanted most was for you to enter me and make love to me. After that ... I would do what you wanted to help you fulfill whatever fantasies it was that you had. The oral pleasure continued for a long time, but then it was time for what we both wanted. You laid back down on the bed and I straddled you, bringing down my bare, wet pussy to cover your cock and let you fill me up. I slowly came down ... wanting to feel every inch of you entering me. As you reached in as far as you could, I began the slow and seductive movements of riding your cock ... first slowly and then at a much faster pace. My moans were becoming louder and louder as I knew I would have another orgasm at anytime ... and I did.

You told me to stop and get up so that you could take me from behind. The lovemaking session lasted what seemed like forever before you finally came ... both of us reaching an orgasm together and realizing that we were definitely compatible sexually. 

You laid back down and I snuggled in close to your arms. I was totally relaxed and now ready to help you fulfill whatever fantasies you had.



The Meeting



There was a knock on her hotel room door. Morgan went to answer it wearing nothing but her sheer black robe, her long dark hair piled on her head. When she opened the door there was a man standing there, and she gasped in shock as she realized he was the same man who haunted all her dreams.

He said nothing - just walked in and took her in his arms. He pressed his body close to hers and she could feel his hardness between her thighs. A sigh of pleasure escaped her. This was just like the dream she had last night. He pressed his mouth to hers and his tongue slipped between her lips. His teeth nibbled her lower lip; his tongue danced playfully with hers. Slowly, passionately, he made love to her mouth while his hands began to wander over her supple body.

His hands, moving softly. Like a feather, traced the curve of her hips, her smooth stomach; he moved his hands over every inch of her body as if he were memorizing every curve and the way her soft skin felt against his rougher fingertips. He lifted his hands, sliding them over the swell of her breasts to her nipples. His fingers brushed lightly over the buds, and then traced the outline of her breasts. Once more he came back to her nipples. He took one between his fingers and began to pinch and roll it, awakening every nerve in her body. She moaned with pleasure into his mouth.

He broke their kiss. He looked deeply into her golden eyes, and then his mouth followed the trail his fingers took down her body, licking every inch of her, memorizing her sweet musky taste. He kissed over the tops of her breasts down to where his fingers still teased her swollen nipple, catching it between his teeth and gently nibbling. Her pulse quickened, her breath caught in her throat. He was awakening a deep desire in her. Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips.

Her hands lifted up to his thick white hair, tightening her fingers in it and pulling him in closer to her breast. At his bidding, they were stumbling across the floor, until she felt the coolness of the wall on her burning skin. She brought her leg up around his hips and he pushed his body against hers. When, finally, he pulled his mouth away from hers, she could see the animalistic need in his eyes. He pulled away from her and sank to his knees in front of her.

Parting her robe with his hand, he leaned forward and drew lazy circles on her skin with his tongue, setting her whole body aflame with need and lust. His mouth moved over her, tracing those slow, wide circles over her skin. Her nerves were seared everywhere he touched. Then he slowly moved down over her swollen clitoris - his tongue lightly flicking at her, grazing the wet bud with his teeth, pulling it into his hot greedy mouth - she threw her head back. Desire swept through her like an unleashed beast; loud moans of pleasure ripped from her throat. She could feel her legs trembling wildly.

He slid a hand round behind her, cupping her buttocks, pressing her closer to the mouth devouring her pussy. His fingers began to trace her tight puckered anus. His mouth pulled away from her clitoris, to start kissing his way along her moistened, swollen lips. As his mouth found her sweet wet opening, he teased her with his tongue, making her desperate moans fill the room. He licked all around, tasting her sweet wetness.

His other hand pressed at tight anus. In the same moment as he pressed his tongue into her sweet pussy, his finger penetrated her anal opening. She screamed with pleasure. His tongue stroked in and out of her to move in and out of her; his fingers flexed in and out of her. He made love to her, building a steady rhythm with each scream of pleasure she emitted. She felt her whole body begin to convulse as he took her closer and closer to the edge. His tongue moved faster and faster; his fingers filled her anus.

She screamed and writhed as her orgasm overtook her, grinding her body down on his face and fingers. She was still convulsing as he abruptly broke away from her, standing, pulling her against him. She wrapped her legs around him as he reached down and fumbled his thick hard manhood from his pants. He pushed in even close and impaled her on his cock. She screamed.

Her fingers dug into his back, leaving red trails as he forced his length into her. He held her hips and worked her body on his, pulling her up and down, driving into her, pushing himself in deeper with each thrust. He rocked her back and forth, his hands guiding her up and down, as he pounded in and out of her. She screamed against the side of his face, her body tensing. Her soft wet skin gripped him as she climaxed again and again.

He forced her to open her eyes, making her stare into his as they plunged over the edge together. Their eyes were locked on each other as he covered her mouth with is. She tasted her own muskiness on him. He plunges his tongue into her hot, wet mouth, and she knew he wanted her to taste all he had tasted, wanted her to know just how sweet she is.

They orgasmed together. He gathered her body to him, kissing all over her beautiful face. He carried her trembling body over to the bed, and lay her down on the cool satin sheets. He kissed her deeply again.

With one last look into her eyes, he turned and moved to the door. He glanced back once more, framed in the doorway, as she lay on the bed, so content. Then he was gone, and she was left with only the smell of their encounter and the yearning for more. She realized she had never even learned his name, but the memory of him was still so fresh. Smiling, she closed her eyes, only wanting to catch her breath.



The Meeting



Ron's hands were sweaty on the steering wheel. He had been driving for nearly three hours straight. Ron had told Jay he couldn't meet him, but now found himself on the interstate driving toward his destiny. Ron had known Jay for many months. Through their almost nightly chat sessions on the Internet the two men had become very close. The occasional phone calls they managed to get in had helped to strengthen the bond.

At first, they just shared jokes and friendly talk. Soon a friendship developed and a bond formed between them. Their chats gradually became more personal in nature. They discovered they shared similar secret desires. As Ron and Jay became closer they talked of their limited yet thrilling bisexual encounters. Then one night, the two men shared a powerful orgasm while confessing how much they desired each other. Both men had had sexual cyber experiences before; this was somehow different. They were confused. What they had thought were kinky sexual fantasy desires were now becoming mixed in emotional connection. 

As Ron drove along he thought about his first realizations that he had developed feelings for Jay. Feelings he had not thought it possible to have toward a man. Feelings he had felt only toward women in the past. The two men had connected even though they had never been within a 1000 miles of each other. Now as Ron drove on, they were very close. Ron could feel his heart racing in his chest. He thought to himself, "what the fuck am I doing?" Ron was shaking as he steered his car off the interstate and down the exit ramp.

The hotel was mere yards from the highway. The 150 or so miles Ron had just driven seemed like light years. Ron knew a new life might be awaiting him only across the street as he sat mesmerized by the clicking of his turn signal. The blast of a horn from the car behind shook Ron from his trance and he made the left turn into the hotel parking lot. Ron pulled into a space around the back of the building and sat in his car trying to gather his courage. Finally he reached for the door handle. He stepped out of the car and immediately felt as if his knees were going to give way. Somehow willing his legs to steady under him, Ron walked to the building and stepped through the door into the lobby and his destiny beyond. 

Ron felt the sweat beading up on his brow as he watched the elevator close on his previous life. Only four floors above his head waited the object of so much desire. Since he had decided to surprise Jay, Ron hoped he had not picked a bad time. Ron's mind raced; "Oh god! What if Jay found other companionship?" "What if he isn't here?" "I have to get out of here!" A part of Ron wanted to run, fast and far. But most of Ron wanted to be in Jay's arms, to finally be with the object of so much secret desire. Ron stepped out of the elevator and with a bravado that he did not feel strode down the hall to Jay's room. He hesitated and then rapped sharply on the door.

Jay was lounging around the room. After a day of boring seminars, he had returned to his room striped to his under shorts and plopped on the bed. He had dozed off and on and during one of his short naps Jay had had a most pleasant dream about Ron showing up at the hotel unexpectedly. Jay and Ron had discussed the possibility but the logistics simply could not be worked out. The sudden loud rap on the door startled Jay. He went to the door and looked out the peephole. The site that greeted him stunned him. There on the other side of the door stood the man who he had only previously seen in digital images.

Jay, forgetting in was only wearing underwear flung open the door. Both the abrupt opening and seeing Jay in person for the first time stunned Ron. The revealing outfit Jay wore heightened the experience.

"Wow! Come in, come in," Jay stammered. Then realizing his state of dress he added, "Oh shit I am practically naked!"

"Well naked is how I hoped to find you," Ron said laughing, unsure of exactly what to do.

Jay laughed also. The tension was immediately broken. The two men embraced. Both were nearly overcome with excitement and emotion of finally being together. Without hesitation their lips found one another. They kissed hard and deep. Their tongues took turns probing each other's hot wet mouths. Their hunger for each other took over. The embrace became tighter, their bodies pressed together. Both began to grow hard and they could feel each other's erections pressing against the other's body. After many minutes the first wonderful sensual kiss broke.

Still holding on to Jay, Ron said, "Wow, damn, that was everything and more, my friend. I am afraid my knees have gone to jello though."

"Come sit with me, stud," Jay said using his favorite pet name for Ron.

They walked to the bed holding hands and sat. Both trembled as they realized what was about to happen. Each knew that soon he would be making love to a man he cared for for the first time in his life. The thought was both terrifying and thrilling. Ron and Jay, talked and kissed and caressed for a while, not rushing things, wanting to savor every second of this first encounter. They reveled in just being together, though both were aching to tear the clothes off the other.

When Jay reached for Ron's shirt and began to pull it off, Ron stopped him saying, "Wait, may I use your shower first? It was a long nervous drive. I want everything perfect."

Jay replied sheepishly, "Only if I can join you."

Jay watched as Ron stood and striped off his clothes. Then Ron reached for Jay's hand and asked him to lead the way to the shower. Jay stood and slid off his shorts. They stood together unashamed naked and hard. They smiled at each other and then went to the bath. Both were amazed and pleasantly surprised by how natural it felt to be walking hand in hand like this. 

The warm water cascading on their bodies felt great. The occasional brushing together of their bodies felt better. It sent tingles through them as if their bodies were electrically charged. They gently washed each other with the rich lather of the luxurious hotel soap. Each took special care with the genitals, washing them thoroughly and caressing them, but not wanting to over stimulate them just yet. Their shower finished the men stepped out and carefully dried themselves off. They watched each other drying off, both enjoying the way their hard cocks bounced around. Once dry they tossed the towels on the floor and headed back to the bedroom.

Just as they reached the bed, they came together and began kissing. Their open mouths pressed together, their tongues probing. As the kiss intensified Ron and Jay came closer together. Ron shuddered as he felt Jay's twitching cock press into him. Jay slid his hands down along Ron's back and pulled him forward cupping Ron's ass cheeks. They pressed themselves into each other as Jay moved his lips from Ron's mouth to his chest. Jay kissed his way to Ron's nipple and then began sucking him, letting his teeth gently grip Ron's hard nipple. Ron gasped. The feel of Jay's teeth on his nipple and Jay's beard hair rubbing his chest was driving him wild.

Ron moaned loudly, "Oh god Jay, come to bed with me!"

They crawled into bed and were kissing, licking and sucking each other's necks, shoulders and chests. Each taking turns sucking the other's excited nipples. Jay felt Ron's teeth gently nibble his skin as he reached down and held Ron's cock next to his. They began to flex their hips allow their cocks to rub each other. Jay began to slowly kiss his way lower on Ron's body. He was aching to taste Ron's cock for the first time. Ron wanted Jay's cock also and began to slide around, maneuvering himself in position to 69 with Jay. Jay and Ron now lay with their faces inches from each others twitching cocks. They both felt the warm breath of their long desired lover envelope their sex. Ron stuck out his tongue and licked a drop of precum from Jay's gaping cum slit. Jay moaned loudly and quickly followed suit. Ron and Jay were now bathing each other's cocks with their hot wet tongues. 

Ron licked his way down Jay's thick cock to his balls. Then Ron began sucking gently kissing Jay's cum filled balls. He softly ran his lips over Jay's tightening ball sack. Jay was now sucking on Ron's cock head and teasing Ron's puckering anal opening with a moistened finger. Jay slowly took more of Ron's throbbing meat into his hot wet mouth as he slid his finger into Ron's tight ass. Ron shuddered and moaned into Jay's crotch. When Jay began gently finger fucking Ron, Ron involuntarily started fucking Jay's mouth in the same rhythm. Jay probed deeper into Ron's ass finding his pleasure gland. It was the first time Ron had ever been stimulated in this way and he was delirious with pleasure. 

Ron felt his balls tighten and cried out, "Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk, I am going to cum in your mouth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Jay clamped his lips tight onto Ron's twitching cock and braced himself. He want to get all of his first load of cum. Ron was now fucking Jay's face as if Jay's mouth was a pussy. Then suddenly Ron stopped, his cock jerked wildly in Jay's mouth. Thick ribbons of musky cum splashed against the back of Jay's throat. Despite his best efforts Jay could not hold on as Ron thrashed around in ecstasy. Ron's cock was jerked from Jay's mouth and the last globs of cum landed in Jay's beard. Jay savored the taste of Ron's cum. Swirling the sticky nectar in his mouth as Ron began to suck Jay's cock hard.

Ron now wanted to taste Jay's cum. He easily swallowed Jay's thick manhood. Taking Jay's cock all the way in to his throat. All of Ron's practice on bananas was nw paying off. Ron deep throated Jay, bobbing up and down on his cock. Starting at the tip he went all the way down until Jay's balls touched his lips and then all the way back up. 

Jay cried out, "You are so fucking hot, Ron! Suck me lover!"

Then Ron wrapped his hand around the base of Jay's cock and looked into Jay's eyes and said, "Fuck my mouth, sexy! I want your cum!"

Ron put his lips to the tip of Jay's cock and opened his mouth. Jay immediately fulfilled Ron's wish. He pumped his cock in and out of Ron's mouth. Ron held the bottom of Jay's cock and accepted the rest into his mouth with each thrust as he gently massaged Jay's tighten balls. Jay was out of control, fucking his friends face and moaning. Ron loved every minute of it, awaiting his lover's hot cum to slide down his throat. The taste of Jay's precum flowing into his mouth thrilled Ron. 

Then Jay screamed, "Oh fucking god, I'm going to explode!"

Jay's body convulsed and he buried his dick in Ron's mouth. Ron felt the first globs of Jay's sweet cum slide down his throat. Ron grabbed Jay's hips and held him as Jay emptied what seemed like a pint of thick rich cum into his waiting mouth. When Jay's powerful orgasm finally subsided, the lovers swung around and were face to face. They kissed sharing each other's taste. Then they caressed each other and kissed softly for a time. They told each other how amazing it had been. Both feeling it was one of the best orgasms they had ever had. Then they wrapped up in each other's arms and rested. They needed to recharge for what no doubt would be a long night of wild sexual adventure.



The Meeting



I'm chatting with a woman who's bored in her marriage. She makes an excuse to her husband to visit an old school friend in the city. 

You arrive at your hotel around 3 pm on a Fri. You go to your room to change. You put on a front snapping sexy bra, black thigh highs, no panties, a blouse, and a knee length skirt with a slit in the front (or it could be a dress with a slit). You come down to the lounge around 4 pm; I'll be waiting at a booth with a long island iced tea waiting for you. You slide in next to me; I can sense your excitement because your nipples are pressing through your bra and blouse. I put my hand on your knee, you open your legs slightly, we start some small talk, I lean over and whisper in your ear that I'm gonna fuck you good tonight. I start running my hand up your thigh, looking for the slit in your dress. I find the slit and run my hand up to the top of your thigh highs. 

I run my fingers just above the bands on your smooth skin. You open your legs a little wider; I run my hands upwards some more reaching your cleanly shaved pussy. I gently spread you pussy lips and run my finger over your hole, you're already wet with anticipation. I bring the moisture up to your clit and gently stroke it. You slide down slightly. You reach over to my lap; you can fell my hardness through my pants. I slowly lower my hand and gently insert a finger into your moisture filled cunt. Slowly I fingerfuck your pussy, inserting my finger deeper and deeper. Your nipples are ready to pop out of your blouse, we quickly finish our drinks. We leave and go up to your room. We enter the room and close the door, you turn to me and I put my tongue in your mouth, your remove your blouse, but leave your skirt on.

You lay on your back and let your head fall towards the floor. I get undress and approach you with my cock sticking out. I bring it to your mouth and you gobble it up. Taking it deep into your mouth expertly using your tongue. I lean forward and start caressing your legs with my hands, slowly moving them up, raising your skirt as I do. Your pussy is exposed now and I lean forward and tenderly kiss your clit. Spreading your pussy lips I lick each one, slowly working my tongue toward your hole. Your sucking harder as your excitement starts to mount. I bring my tongue back to your clit, and insert a finger into your hole. Slowly working the finger in and out nibbling on your clit with my tongue. I pull my cock out of your mouth as you beg for me to keep it in, knowing that if I continued to let you suck it I would load your mouth up with cum.

I walk over to a bag I had brought and retrieve a plastic vibrator. Kneeling on the bed beside you, I unhook your bra and release your breast. I lower my mouth to one and slowly lick your nipple; I run my tongue around your tit making them good and wet. I turn the vibrator on and rub it between your breast, down under one and up to the nipple. I run the vibrator up your neck behind your ear, your arch you back with enjoyment. Slowly I work the vibrator down to your stomach, lower and lower I approach your pussy, you open your legs, the juices are flowing out of your cunt. I run the vibrator between your pussy lips spreading them ever so slightly, hovering at your clit. You raise your hips wanting more. 

Slowly I work the toy towards your hole, letting the tip rest just outside your hole, I put my tongue on your clit. I begin to work the dildo in and out of your pussy, slowly inserting the toy inch by inch, my tongue is busy working on your clit, your reach down to massage my cock and balls. I work the toy in and out in a rhythm set by your hips. Long deep strokes your starting to come, your hips shake violently. Slowly your orgasm subsides, your pussy convulses slightly. I withdraw the toy. You sit up and put your face in my lap, you begin to suck my cock, hungering for it. 

You get it rock hard. I move in between your legs, you pull your thigh hi covered legs up and I insert my cock, slowly going deeper thrusting you to the hilt, deeper and deeper, my balls slap against your ass, I ride you high so my cock rubs on your clit, you hump me back, pressing your clit into my cock, I can feel your pussy clamping on my cock, sucking on it, almost as good as your mouth. Your cunt is trying to draw my juices from me, slowly the pleasure builds my release is on its way. I pull out so you can see what you've accomplished; I shoot my load over your stomach all the way up to your chest.

I roll over on my back; you slide down to my cock and take it into your mouth, licking the mixture of our juices from it. Sucking it hard again. Getting ready for another round.



The Meeting



They were finally going to meet. She was extremely excited over this. He had to fly in so she decided to pick him up at the airport and hired a car and driver for this encounter. Having the driver wait at the curb she walked into the airport and waited for his arrival. Getting off the jet and walking through the terminal he spotted her. She had on a sexy black dress, black hose and high heels. She noticed his eyes drinking her in, which made her tingle with anticipation of what was to come. Walking out to the car she asked him how long he had. He told her he only had about two hours then he had to be back to the airport to fly back. She told the driver to drive them around and to be back at a certain time. Sliding in the back seat she decided to sit across from him so they could talk. He noticed she had made sure they would have something to drink. Opening up the whiskey, he made them both a drink and they sat back and sipped looking at each other. She took his hands in hers and said, "If there is anything I can give you it would be this." Opening up his hands she kissed the inside of his palms. Closing his fingers around her kiss she said, "Take this with you wherever you go, and know I am with you always." 

He reached up and touched his fingers to her cheek and she leaned her head down to his hands. Moving his hands down the front of her, he felt the soft smooth, silky material of her dress. She looked in his eyes and said, "I cannot let you fuck me because I feel you are not ready for that yet. You must go home think more on it. When you feel comfortable about us to where it will not bother you or affect your life in any way, we shall meet again. But, for now I will give you this." Slowly she reached down and pulled the dress up over her head. Taking off her bra, he reached and cupped her impressive breasts in his hands. Stroking the nipples with his fingers he watched them get hard. She leaned her head back and breathed a murmur of arousal. He moved her panties down and she took them on off. Then she got on her knees in front of him. She said, "This is all yours, to see, touch, caress, but I cannot make that final commitment between us as of yet." He sighed knowing what she said was true. 

His hand moved down between her legs feeling the softness of her hair that protects the wonderful mounds of her pussy. Sliding a finger between the lips he felt the wetness and smelled the essence of her. Hearing a moan, she leaned back and spread her legs for him. Looking down at her pussy he spread the lips and looked at her clit with hunger. Sighing at the passion swollen beauty of it he touched the tip of his finger to her clit and rubbed very softly. He saw her quiver. Still with her pussy open and exposed to him in all its loveliness he moved his finger on down and inside her feeling the wet soft walls of her grasp around his finger. 

Moving his finger in and out he watch the glow spread across her face and her lips part in ecstasy. He kept his finger deep inside her and moved his head down between her legs. Licking her clit with the tip of his tongue and tasting the sweet juices from her he hears her gasp and moan. Yes, he thinks to himself so sweet so fresh, he begins to lick and suck her clit harder while his finger still moved around deep inside her. Feeling her legs quiver against him, hearing her breath come in harder between her moans and gasps he knows she is about to cum. Feeling the wetness of her slid down between his fingers and hand he begins to move faster, feeling her tighten hard around his finger. Using his tongue, licking and sucking her clit more in his mouth he hears her scream and moan with loving release as she cums. 

Moving up he can she her eyes are clouded over with hunger for him. Leaning back she moves toward him with determination. Undoing his belt and pants he knows how good she will be to him. She grabs his pants and pulls them down to the floor. Lunging onto his already swollen cock and with his legs spread he feels her breast lay against his balls. Lifting up on to her hands and her breasts swaying low against his balls still she sucks him down deep, feeling the tip of his cock against the back of her throat. Sucking in his breath at the sudden shock of pleasure he feels, he groans. Moving back up she lets go of his cock and slides her tongue down to his balls. Grasping one in her mouth she closes her lips around it and sucks while her hands caresses and plays with the other. With them both then laying in her hands gently she licks and kisses all around.

Moving back up to his cock she licks and then sucks on the tip to taste his juices. Sliding her tongue down the shaft of his hard cock and while licking and sucking she strokes him with her hand. Moving his hips in the movement of fucking her she moves back up and takes his cock back in her mouth. Matching his movement she sucks him down deep in her again holding him inside as she sucks hard. Hearing him moan and feeling him grasp her head she begins to move back to the tip and down again sucking faster and harder. Moving back to the tip again she teasingly licks all around and nibbles on the swollen head of his cock. She feels him tighten up and plunges her head down again sucking feeling his hot cum hit the back of her throat swallowing and sucking on each thrust he makes. As he lifts her head he smiles at her. 

On his trip back his lays back in his seat and thinks about what has happened between them. Knowing that he has to make a decision in whether to let her into his life. Knowing that he must be able to do this without any interference in his normal life and his love affair with her. Smiling to himself and closing his eyes he feels the twitch of his cock and thinks. Yes, I can do this. She is an important part of me and I need her.



The Meeting



I never thought his day would come! I have only been talking to you for a few weeks, but it feels like I have known you my whole life. We are soul mates and fate has brought us together. Every time I see your name appear online, my heart begins to race and my palm get sweaty with excitement and the eagerness to talk to you becomes stronger. I have your pictures you sent me that I look at every day but now for the first time, I get to see you in person. I am very nervous but excited at the same time.     As I sit here, by the fountains I look around and finally see you walking toward me as butterflies begin to form in my stomach. You look fabulous in the moonlight wearing your red shirt and gray shorts (the same ones in the picture I have) and my lust for you begin to take hold. With a soft smile upon your face, you approach me and there is an awkward silence. Finally at last, I give in to temptation. I wrap my arms around your muscular hard body, closing my eyes as happy tears begin to form. You embrace me holding me tight as I wrap myself in your warmth and a tear falls upon my cheek. Everything feels so right. Like, we are meant for each other and nothing or no one will ever tear us apart     More tears fall upon my cheeks as I pull back and look in to your hazel eyes. Your look sends shivers down my spine, and it warms my body and soul in spite of the cold wind blowing around us. The first words are spoken, your voice soft and sexy. 

"Hi," you say as you reach up and wipe my tears away with a gentle, feathery light touch of your fingers. Just that one simple touch makes my body react leave me yearning for another touch. 

I manage to force a shaky "Hello," continuing to look in to your eyes mesmerized by their genuine, warm, and passionate look. A sudden need to feel your soft lips against mine begins to fill me.      You reach down slowly placing your face very close to mine but yet not quite touching. I feel your warm breath on my face as I lift my head up to meet yours, and with a simple move of my head, I brush your lips gently against mine allowing them to touch for the first time. I slowly close my eyes savoring the moment in which you pull me tighter to you squeezing me a bit harder. Our tongues meet, and we slowly begin to taste each other. Your taste is very sweet, and you are a very good kisser. You slowly pull back, and I open my eyes feeling overwhelmed with emotions. Without saying a word, we walk over to the fountain and sit down on the edge with your arms still around me. 

"How was your drive," I asked. 

"Traffic was horrible, but was well worth going through to see you." Those words melt my heart, and cause a big smile across my face. 

We continue to sit talk endlessly, sporadically engaging in sweet kisses, which every time manages to leave me breathless. With every kiss my body continues to want more, and my lust for you grows stronger than ever, until I cannot stand the feeling anymore. I kiss you once more, being a bit more aggressive and passionate. You pull back and look to me with eyes that are full of a need and amazement, a look that tells me we are thinking the same thoughts. 

"Let's find a more cozy spot," I suggest getting up and taking your hand in to mine.     We walk along the sidewalk, holding hands saying very little to one other, yet knowing what each other is thinking and wanting, which that causes a tension between us. After a few more steps, we see it; a spot that is perfect for the antics we both want to engage in. We look to each other and exchange blank looks. Quickly and quietly we walk over to the dark alleyway, and immediately embrace each other in a passionate kiss that is filled with lust and meaning. We become oblivious to the world around us letting our bodies take control. You press your body against mine allowing me to feel you hard and ready for me.      I move down and begin kiss your neck letting my tongue reach out and taste your skin that has now begun to perspire. I can feel your heart beat against my breasts starting to get faster, and your breath now becoming shorter. I place my hands on your waist and lift your shirt up over your head and allow it to fall to the ground. I move my lips to your chest and begin to caress your nipples sucking on them gently as a small moan escapes you. 

You reach down with your hands, under my shirt and begin messaging my breasts causing my nipples to harden. I bring my head up and lean back against the wall enjoying the feel of your warm hands. I move my shirt up over my breasts letting it rest around my neck, exposing myself to you. As I pull you closer to me and wrap my arms around your waist, you move down taking my breasts in to your mouth placing light kisses on them. With light flicks of your tongue against my nipple rings, I close my eyes enjoying the warm feeling of your mouth as my heartbeat starts to get faster.     You pull back from me slowly and place a gentle kiss on my lips. I open my eyes and move my hands up your waist sliding them gracefully up your back stopping between your shoulder blades. I move down and place kisses upon your stomach. 

As I continue to kiss your stomach I remove your shorts letting them fall to the ground. I move down further moving my hands down your back in slow teasing lines, and take you in to my mouth, being careful not to hurt you. You reach down and run your fingers through my hair as I lick you with long strokes of my tongue. I look up, and see you with your head tilted back, and your eyes fluttering shut. I continue to lick and suck on you as soft noises now slip away from you. They turn me on hearing them, and they tell me you are enjoying this feeling. You move your head and look down at me, allowing our eyes to meet as I release you from my mouth and move up your body placing kisses on your stomach and chest.     You place your hands on my thighs and lift up my skirt caressing my legs and bottom. A strong need and want to feel you inside of me now begins to stir inside of me. You pick me up and lean me against the wall as I wrap my legs around your waist. You slide inside of me slowly as I break our kiss and close my eyes embracing you, holding you tightly. Our bodies become lost in a slow rhythm, and the feeling is nothing like I have ever felt before. I feel the start of something big and overwhelming being to build inside of me as our rhythm gets faster and more aggressive. My heart is beating faster than before and my body is now high on adrenaline. 

I feel your muscles contract inside of me as an orgasm hits me and I cry out tightening my grip on your body pulling you closer to me. My mind becomes very clear as my body begins to relax. You withdraw yourself from me as I unwrap my legs from your waist placing them on the ground forcing myself to stand on weak knees. I stand there a moment resting my head upon your chest with my eyes still closed, holding you while trying to catch my breath and recollecting on what had just happened.

I move my head up and open my eyes meeting yours. They have a look in them that is nothing but pure love that warms me though and though. 

"I love you," I say with a soft, whispering voice.

A smile comes across your face. 

"I love you too baby," you reply and place a gentle kiss upon my cheek. 

I begin to get chilly, and move my shirt down over my breasts. You step away from me putting your shirt and shorts back on as I fix my skirt and panties. Just then a bright light shines upon us and we try to shield our eyes with the back of our hands. A deep scruffy voice is heard from a distance. 

"Hey, you two can't be back here," it says, "you have to leave." 

We look at each other with big smiles as the bright light lowers and we walk hand in hand out of the alleyway.     Out on the sidewalk we engage in laughter as you walk me to my car. We reach my car and stand there a minute speechless. I wrap my arms around you feeling sad that our wonderful night has to end, but happy nonetheless. 

"I love you," I say, "so so much and you are very special to me." 

"I love you too Hun," you reply. 

"Have a safe trip home and call me when you get there." 

I nod as we engage in one last final kiss. I get in to my car and see you walk away in my rear view mirror admiring you from a distance. With a smile on my face, I drive away feeling the happiest I have ever felt, and knowing that this wonderful night is just the beginning.



The Meeting



As I walked to the bus, my steps were unsteady and my hands were shaking nervously. I just had to keep thinking to myself…left and right and left and right. I boarded the bus and threw my book bag into the seat next to me. I leaned against the window and let out a deep breath. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I very slowly drew up my heavy lids; it was after all, 7:30 in the morning. I bit down on my bottom lip and stared at the door. This was going to be my only chance. The only chance I have to run is now. Here is your decision baby, these next 30 seconds the most critical. Silently, the argument between reason and hopeless romanticism started in my head. Run…stay……run……stay…… hurry, you have but seconds…. By the time I reached my decision, the door had closed anyway and we were about a mile down the street. So I settled back and did my best to relax. 

Over and over in my head, the scene played…..each with a different ending. I get off the bus, and He hugs me, or kisses me, or runs his fingers through my hair, or I puke on Him. The worst-case scenario…I puke on Him. I started to fidget over myself, fixing my hair 10 times, readjusting my makeup, pulling at my bra straps, and applying lotion. To be quite honest, I was looking really good, and still, I felt it wasn’t enough. I must have fussed over my hair at least 10 times. The only thing is, my hair is long and dark and very, very straight…so no matter what I did to it, it always fell into the same style. I was going to curl it… but again, it was 7:30 in the morning, and I wasn’t thinking much past coffee. 

The trip wasn’t long, and before I knew it, the empire state building was showing itself. The tips of my mouth slightly dipped as I noticed the absence of the twin towers. But I was not going to let that get to me. No, not today. Not on my day. Not on O/our day. As the bus crept closer, the city seemed to swallow us up. The lights danced on the tall buildings and people rushed by in their fur coats and hats. I couldn’t help but find amusement in the ones that dressed their dogs up to match themselves. The city whirred by, and yellow cabs dominated the streets. They seemed to be the alpha-male of this pack. There was so much to look at, and so little time. The romance of the city swooned me. 

My legs were shaking under me as I stood up and the bus pulled into the terminal. My heartbeat was fluttering out of control and I was sure the other passengers could hear it. My hands were unsteady as I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I stood up in front of the seat and looked around. My stomach was doing flip-flops and my heart was pounding so hard it hurt. Slowly, I eased my way into the aisle and again the chant began in my head. Left…right…left…right…. Before long I was walking off the bus and there He was. To anyone else…just another person, someone whom you wouldn’t look twice at. I must say, I was impressed that I didn’t trip and fall on my face, as I made my way to Him. I leaned in close and threw my arms around Him, placing a kiss on His cheek. 

My memory got blurry for a little while as I walked beside Him. He rambled on about what to do. I needed coffee and I wanted to sit down and have some. My stomach was screaming for toast, anything to calm it down. Not too far away, W/we came upon a greasy spoon; a quiet little mom and pop diner and I climbed the steps and found a table. He sat down across from me and took my hand. He leaned over the table, and I found myself drawing closer, pressing my lips against His, slowly acquainting myself with the taste of Him and the feel of His breath mixed with mine. Quick and efficient is what it was. In one word…Exquisite. O/our lips seemed like old friends, getting to know each other again. It was perfect, until the waiter interrupted. I leaned back against the chair and turned to the waiter, ordering an english muffin, coffee and orange juice. 

W/e talked about music and other odds and ends to break the ice. God, He just tasted so good. I couldn’t drink my coffee; there was something floating in it. So, W/we set out for Starbucks. He very rarely didn’t have His fingers laced with mine. It was nice, to be wanted. The simple act of holding someone’s hand, seems so insignificant, but to feel His grip on me, at all times, was enough to make my blood boil. 

To be completely honest, I can’t remember half of what He said, I was too interested in the way His lips moved or the way His fingers gripped mine every time He stepped from the curb to pulled me back from jay-walking in NYC. W/we found a cozy spot in Starbucks and settled back. W/we sipped O/our coffee and He traced His thumb over my hand. O/our lips met many more times this time around. Mine, full of hunger, wanted to be kissed the way a woman is kissed before a man slips between her thighs. But He had a lot of patience, and I hated Him for it. He was so soft, steady, and calm. It irritated me. I wanted His lips on my neck, on my breasts and between my thighs. I wanted His fingers to grip more than my hand. 

W/we needed to find a hotel room. W/we went down to the subway and waited for the train to arrive. He pressed me up against the support beam and kissed me hungrily for the first time. He forcefully grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought His lips to my neck, pressing His body hard up against mine. I felt Him growing hard against my waist and kissed back, needing to taste Him. His hand trailed up under my shirt, so slowly and cautious that no one could see what He was doing. As quickly as He pressed against me and kissed me, He halted, stepping back. 

“O/our train is here.” He said extremely coolly. I smiled softly and boarded with Him. 

On the train, He slipped His arm around me, and I rested against Him. The comfort level with Him was enormous and the combination of His arms around me and the constant rocking of the train was putting me asleep. 

W/we searched for hours for a hotel. It didn’t matter to me much. I was so happy, I didn’t pay much mind to my feet aching. He held my hand as W/we walked block by block. By the time W/we came across the last hotel, I didn’t care much, so long as it had a bed and clean sheets. That’s about all it had. I think the small room did have a little charm. I have always been a sucker for optimism. W/we crawled into the bed, and I laid my head upon His chest. There wasn’t any cable, so W/we looked on at the mundane cartoons. Both of U/us, seemingly interested. He ran His finger through my hair absent-mindedly. And even through all the pent up sexual frustration, I couldn’t think of anything better to do then lie there in His arms, watching cartoons. I told Him how happy I was, and He kissed me. His lips upon mine, needing me, needing everything I had to offer. In a matter of seconds, the perfectness of being in His arms wasn’t enough. I needed more, much more.

His hands were roaming down my body, cupping my breasts in His hands, trailing His tongue down my neck, before sinking His teeth in hard. My whole body jerking with raw passion. My back arching off the bed and I flipped and got on top of Him. Spreading my thighs open wide, bending down, bringing my lips to His mouth again. Tasting Him, trailing my lips down a little bit, lifting my hips up, before sinking down on His cock. I started grinding, fully impaled on Him. My nipples were hard and my clit was on fire. I started to ride Him hard and fast. My juices came rushing forward and the sounds of the wetness filled the room. The room reeked of sex. I fucked Him raw. Rocking my hips back and forth. My body bouncing up and down. His hands found my hips and gripped them tightly, rocking them. He held my hips down as He thrust up, hitting deep inside of me. I squealed and bent over as another wave broke through and I soaked Him again and again. He pushed me back, and His fingers found my clit. He was rolling it between His fingers. My hips were bucking wildly. He sat up and thrust me onto the bed. Slipping between my thighs, He brought His mouth to my breast, sucking the nipple in as He pushed His way back inside of me. He spread my thighs wider, forcing me to take all of Him. He started off at a steady pace. I was writhing underneath Him. Then He picked up the pace and starting in roughly. He was taking me for all I was worth. I legs locked, my back arched and my nails clawed at His shoulders as I screamed my release. His hand quickly clamped over my mouth as I screamed louder. He kept urging me to quiet my screams which was the most absurd thing I have ever heard as He kept pressing on harder and faster deep into my pussy,

He turned my over onto my side and put my leg on His shoulder. He straddled my lower thigh and started to fuck me harder. I lost count of how many times I came. He never quit, just kept going harder and faster. After a few orgasms, I pressed Him away from me. Pressing Him onto His back, slipped my body under the covers and took His cock into my mouth. Convinced that I needed to give my pussy a rest, I eagerly sucked His cock into my mouth. Working my tongue over it. I sucked it down hard. Wanted Him to feel the intense pleasure He brought me. I tasted myself on Him. I wanted more. I could not stress how bad I wanted to feast on Him. I worked my tongue over it quickly, but efficiently. I didn’t leave one inch unexplored. He thrust the covers off and rolled me over, straddling my face, He shoved His cock back into my mouth and dove His face between my thighs. I lost all common sense, and tried hard to concentrate on what I was doing. I knew how to give a great blowjob, but the fact that He was feasting between my thighs knocked all common sense out of my mind. 

Instinctively, I lapped up at His balls, sucking them into my mouth. Rubbing my lips over the head of His dick, trying to gain back some concentration. I sucking it greedily back into my mouth, but in seconds, I was cumming again, and His rough chin from one unshaven day was rubbing against my clit, I exploded, and He lapped up hungrily. My thighs involuntarily started to close, and He grunted and pressed them further apart, burying His face in my cunt. He was so greedy, taking and taking. I tried to dislodge Him and He shook His head and stayed right where He was. I hadn’t the mind to return the favor, and His cock was just rubbing up and down against my mouth and face. I came again and possibly again, to be honest, I lost count. I tried to press Him away again and He relented. Crawled up to the top of the bed and pulled me in His arms. I rest me head on His chest and purred contentment. But He had not come yet. It was a low blow to my pride, so then I offered Him my ass. He smiled and accepted, but told me to relax a few minutes. He didn’t have to order twice. I rested my head on His chest; I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. My legs were quivering, shaking uncontrollably. My pulse was scorching through my veins. My body was set aflame. 

A fire was settled between my thighs and rushed up my abdomen to my breasts, swollen in my nipples. Mostly, because He was running His fingers over them absently. Rolling them between His fingers. I lost touch with reality a long time for Him. I was drowning in my feelings for Him and I didn’t care. I didn’t care. I just needed…I needed all He was willing to give. And just as much as I am His, He was mine. That night, in that sleazy hotel room, for those hours for hard and hot sex, He was mine. I gave myself to Him. And it was then, that I came to realize to what depth He truly owned me. 

Reflecting on the words spoken, when I took His name, I guess I never really understood the full meaning of what I had given Him. I never understood how much. I was His, and I reveled in it. I was brought alive by His fingers, His words, and His mouth. I passionate, screaming, and naked…in mind and body. And, I wasn’t scared, or unsure, or worried. For once, I was just me. And that was enough. It was enough for me and it was enough for Him too. Like the weight of the world was lifted from my soul. I was allowed to be me. I didn’t have to dress myself up or gloss myself over. I was just me, and I was accepted. 

He flipped me over and shoved a finger into my pussy and moved it up to my to lube it up. He worked it over. He rubbed the head of His cock up and down my asshole. Massaging it as He slowly pressed in. It didn’t hurt as it should of hurt. It felt really good, He pressed in harder and waited for me to respond, and respond it exactly what I did. I pressed back hard and He instructed me to play with my pussy. I took my small vibrator and pressed it in. I was leaking and as soon as I let go of the toy, it slid out of me. I rubbed my clit and I was squirting on the bed. I lifted my hand up and stared at it. It was soaking wet with my cum. Glistening, I stared at it in disbelief. Minutes later, He came. He emptied inside me. There was a puddle on the bed. I was dumbfounded. I had never ever cum so hard. 

The night carried on and on until W/we were both so exhausted and He wrapped His arms around me. I whispered so that it was barely auditable, and I am still unsure if He heard me or not.

“I love You.”

Seconds later, I was asleep in His arms. Maybe it was the magic of city, or the charm that the hotel room had. But mostly it was the fact that I was myself, and I was allowed to be myself. I was with Him and needed and I received and I gave. Perfect.



The Meeting



Snow is falling again like it did the night I arrived. What a way to depart from a weeklong business trip. Sitting in the passenger waiting area, I watch the huge white flakes fall from the sky and turn the ground white.

I had come to this state not only for business, but also to find out if a relationship was worth pursuing.

I had met her online in one of those adult chat sites some time ago. Excitement had coursed through my body like a wild fire burning on the open plains, as I read her sensual words. When we chatted, she made me feel as if I were precious as gold, the center of her universe.

I couldn’t wait to be online with her; I needed her like a flower needs the sun and rain. I waited anxiously day after day, watching the minutes of the clock turn into hours, until we were reunited. She filled a void and brought out the burning passion hidden deeply inside, aching to be released.

This woman was truly an angel sent from heaven. Her words wrapped around me like a warm flannel blanket. She caressed, held, and cherished me. She was never selfish or demanding.

Our conversations were never awkward; they flowed like the rivers to the oceans. She was kind, sweet and very easy to talk to.

I remember as if it were yesterday, the day I told her I loved her. During our chat, with shaky fingers, I typed the words that would escalate our friendship into a relationship. Waiting, wondering what will her response be, I desperately wanted to roll time back, to retract those three words that I held deeply.

Her response, “I love you.”

We talked every day for months. Her elegant words never ceased to amaze me. Her words of endearment made my body ache. I desperately wanted to feel her body next to mine.

Like most relationships we had our ups and downs, with fights, breakups and eventually getting back together. The last time we broke up, I thought it was for good and vowed never to go back to her. But deep down I could never get rid of the feeling that I loved her.

Going from one failed online romance to another, I never could seem to find what I had with her. And she had moved on to a new lover.

Eventually, we started chatting again, this time as friends. And before long we were talking everyday. I was saddened the day she told me of her impending breakup with her current lover. I wanted to reach out to wrap my arms around her, to soothe her aching heart. What I didn’t expect was at that moment; I felt my own heart aching for her.

One day as we talked, I asked her if she ever wanted to meet me in person. She said she would like to, but she couldn’t see how that could happen, knowing we lived so far apart. That’s when I told her about the trip. The expressions in her words as she replied to me, were filled with excitement, but delayed. Long seconds passed between replies and answers. I could tell she had reservations, as did I.

I had wanted to meet her for so long, to hold her, to kiss the soft lips that I had only dreamed of. But the one issue that kept surfacing in my mind was: is there any chance for us?

The weeks passed and the day of my flight arrived. The day was a blur, traveling from one airport to another. I finally landed at my final destination and picked up my rental car. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I was finally going to hold her, to feel the warmth of her body next to mine, to smell her sweet perfume as I touched the softness of her hair, to gaze into her beautiful gray eyes. To meet face to face, the person I had only seen in pictures.

I knew sleep was not going to be easy, suffering from jet lag and the anticipation of finally meeting the woman of my desires. I finally fell asleep around 3 AM. The next thing I remembered was the phone ringing. It was my wake up call. Looking over at the clock I noticed it was 4:50 AM, and with red eyes I readied myself for the day to come.

My business meeting took about five hours to finalize and having scheduled a full day, it didn’t take me long to realize that I could drive to her hometown that day! Reaching for my cell phone, I called and left a message on hers, telling her that I would be arriving that evening, a full day ahead of schedule.

As I climbed behind the wheel of my rental car, I settled myself for a long drive. As mile after mile disappeared in the rear view mirror, I drowned out my thoughts with loud music.

As I entered the last major city heading to her hometown, my phone rang. It was she!

“I got your message, where are you?” she asked with an excited voice.

“Close, lots of very tall buildings, busy streets, hundreds of people rushing here and there,” I replied, not wanting her to know exactly how far away I really was.

Silence filled the air; I knew I better say something, “I think maybe an hour or so before I arrive. Can you meet me tonight?” I asked, holding my breath in anticipation.

“Yes,” she responded almost immediately.

I could hear the excitement in her voice. At long last we were going to meet, and soon.

“I can’t wait to hold you in my arms at last,” I began, “and I’ve dreamt about kissing you…” my voice trailed off.

Arriving in the small town and locating the coffee shop where we had planned to meet, I noticed that I had about an hour to kill before her arrival.

I had written a fantasy story for her some time ago. The story was about two online lovers meeting for the first time. In the story, the gentleman gives the lady three flawless colored roses. A pure white rose, for the purity of his feelings. A soft yellow rose, for their friendship. The third a fiery red rose for love, the loving passion that he wanted to show her.

Thinking some fantasies are meant to come true; I diligently searched a small shopping mall. I was determined to find the three colored roses, but soon discovered this was not going to be as easy as I had thought.

I entered one of the last remaining stores looking frustrated. A kind woman must have noticed my bewildered state and casually walked up to me.

“Can I help you find something?” she asked.

I asked with a doubtful voice, “Could you please tell me if this store carries any roses?”

“I’m sorry sir,” woman said then stopped, thinking, “I remember the grocery store is selling roses,” she added and gave me directions.

Entering the grocery store, I finally found the roses, but they only had one color, an off white. I quickly selected the prettiest, flawless bundle of roses available.

“This will have to do,” I thought to myself, and purchased them.

Waiting for her was like sitting on pins and needles. I tried to calm myself while I was sitting in my car in front of the store she described. Pulling out my laptop, I started the business report that I would have to turn in when I got back home. I hoped this would keep me distracted while I waited.

I don’t know how long the wait was, but before long, I noticed an attractive female drive into the parking lot. She got out of the car and proceeded into the coffee shop. My eyes followed her every step.

In the back of my mind I thought, “wow, hope she is my dream girl.”

She was average height; I guessed 5’4”. Her shoulder length brown hair was pulled back from her face. Obvious, she had just gotten off work. Her clothes fit her body exquisitely.

I watched her enter the coffee shop. She walked to the sitting area and sat down. I could tell she was looking for something or maybe someone! She got up to leave almost as quickly as she had entered. She exited the shop and looked up. Our eyes met.

I watched her every move as she walked straight up to my car. I quickly reached for the automatic window button and nervously pressed it. The car window lowered painfully slowly. I spoke with softness, saying her name. She smiled, saying mine.

I was sitting with my laptop in my lap, looking up at the most desirable lady of my dreams. Quickly, I fumbled around trying desperately to save and close my programs. The laptop seemed to have a mind of its own, as it took its sweet time closing down.

My mind was screaming, “Get out!” I closed the lid of the laptop and threw it in my bag, not worrying if it was on or off.

Finally, I opened the car door and quickly stood. Her beautiful gray eyes sparkled, as I looked deeply into them. Taking her in my arms, we embraced for the first time. I never wanted to let her go, she felt wonderful in my arms.

I leaned down, steadying myself in anticipation of our first kiss. Her soft full sensual lips touched mine, bliss coursed through my body. My mind was screaming and my nerves were shot. I knew instantly that she was indeed my soul mate; the person that I had searched my entire life for. Now I was holding and kissing her.

I sensed she had first meeting apprehensions as our lips slowly pulled away from each other’s.

“Do you want to find a place to eat?” she asked.

“Is there a place you have in mind?” I replied.

“We could have dinner there,” as she pointed across the street.

“Great,” I said.

Escorting her to the restaurant, we walked side by side. I wanted to wrap my arm around her as we walked, but had second thoughts.

I opened the door for her as we entering the restaurant and we casually waited to be seated.

Finally, we were escorted to our table. She sat across from me, where I could see her enchanting eyes.

“So, what are you going to have?” she asked, looking up at me.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from her to look at the menu, “I don’t know.  What are you going to have?”

I really didn’t want to eat. How could I? My hunger was not for food, but for her.

We chatted about so many different things; I can’t even remember most of it now. All I know is that I was with the woman of my dreams. After finishing our meal, I escorted her back to my car. As we sat chatting, looking into each other’s eyes, holding hands and kissing now and then, it became apparent that something just wasn’t right. I could feel my heart sinking as the seconds passed into minutes. Does she love me the way I love her? I had to find out, and fast!

Would she react the way I prayed she would? I leaned toward her and kissed her. Almost immediately after the kiss, she pulled away. My thoughts and feelings became reality; she did not feel the same way about me! My heart stopped, I felt the air rush from my lungs. How could this be? Why? A million thoughts ran crazy in my head as I desperately tried to overcome the overwhelming feeling of rejection. Air slowly filled my lungs as I tried to calm myself; I quickly masked my emotions, trying to hold back the tears that burned to be released.

Finally the time came for her to leave. I exited the car and walked around to her side to open the door for her, but noticed she had already opened it. I extended my hand to help her stand and walked her to her car.

I didn’t want to believe my feelings, but knew it would only be a matter of time before something else would come between us. I thought, “Maybe, just maybe, she pulled away because of the first meeting apprehension,” but deep down a feeling arose, consuming me. My heart ached and my head swam. It was more than I could take, this feeling of loving her so deeply, but knowing she didn’t feel the same.

Before leaving we embraced. With my arms holding her tight, I leaned down and kissed her. Her soft lips, pressed to mine was electrifying. I tasted the lips of a lover whom I wanted desperately, but knew deep down that this would be our last kiss, a kiss that would have to last me a lifetime.

Breaking the kiss, I moved my lips down across her face to her neck, sucking lightly, kissing tenderly. She reacted with a soft almost non-audible moan. Slowly sliding my arms from around her body, I looked into her eyes, burning the image of her into my memory.

“Goodnight,” she said.

“Sweet dreams,” I replied.

We parted company and as I watched her drive away, a single tear slowly cascaded down my cheek. I quickly detached the feeling of sorrow spreading wildly through my body, for thoughts of being with her one more time.

“Yes, one more chance,” I thought as I started my car and drove to the hotel located in her town.

After getting settled in my hotel room, I replayed the events of our evening together. I tried to rationalize my thoughts, but to no avail. I searched for any glimmering light from any thought but found none. I thought maybe meeting in person; she would fall for me as deeply as I for her. A fairy tale romance, now just a dream.

The ringing of the phone interrupted my desperate thoughts. My heart leapt with hope when I heard her voice on the line.

“My sitter called earlier,” she said, “we won’t be able to spend as much time together as planned,” and she went on to describe what had happened.

I tried desperately to hold back from yelling, screaming, and crying. Every emotion coursed through my body. My heart raced out of control. Fearing it would explode, I tried to calm myself. Hearing this spread more doubt and sadness, but I was already at a point that I wanted to see her one more time, one more chance to hold her. I didn’t care!

“I understand,” slowly escaped my lips as our conversation ended.

I heard the deadening sound of silence, after we said goodnight. I fell to pieces, shaking uncontrollably, my trembling hand slowly hanging up the phone.

I called and talked with friends that night, trying to find some comfort. They helped, but I knew it didn’t matter anymore; she and I would never be close. Thoughts of her filled my mind once again; sadness filled my heart - a heart that was once filled to overflowing proportions of love. With the last flicker of passion slowly fading to just a glimmer of light, I knew I had lost my soul mate forever!

People have said that it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. I started the endless struggle to rebuild my strength and move my life to new adventures.

The next day we talked during her lunch break, it was an empty conversation filled with what’s and where’s. We had made plans earlier that week to spend a full evening together. I didn’t know at that time this night was to be our last. She asked what I would do for the rest of the day. I told her I had to prepare for a meeting the following Monday and to write some letters.

“I bought you a card,” I said as we ended the conversation. What I didn’t tell her was I was writing only one letter, and it was to her. It was my last farewell. And as the ink dried on the paper, one more tear fell.

We had one last time together, a very casual dinner lasting a short time. As I escorted her to her car, I pulled the card out and gave it to her. I had written on it, “Do not open until after I am gone.” With one last hug that would have to last an eternity, I pulled her tight against me. Now my arms slowly fell from around her as we said our goodbyes, and I watched her drive away. The last glimmer of light, the once abundant glow of passion, vanished!

I drove hundreds of miles that night, alone with my thoughts, the companion of darkness surrounded me. Once again, I reached out to find comfort of friends, but their kind words were never heard. I was nothing but an empty life.

I sit alone with my thoughts, staring out the window of the jet that will eventually take me home. The snow falls outside; I can fill its coldness even though it is warm inside. I feel my body being pushed back in my seat. I hear the engines roaring. I see the ground outside becoming smaller and one more tear slowly forms in the corner of my eye.



The Meeting



The phone rings. As I answer it all I hear is your voice "I will be there in an hour, be ready". The phone goes dead in my hand and I realise you have hung up.

I have a quick shower and make sure my pussy is smooth, as I know this is how you like it to be. I put on my stockings, sheer and black with lacy tops, my red, French knickers and red, lacy bra, I know the only other two things I will be allowed to wear are perfume and make up. I leave my hair down and make sure it is shining. 

Across the arms of the chair in the front room I lay out my crops, bamboo cane and a couple of the scarves you sometimes use to gag or blindfold me, or, if you are really in the mood, to do both at the same time. I lay them all out because I never know what you are going to use, if anything, until you use them and you hadn't told me not to today.

I only have a few moments to wait until you arrive. I am fully aware that my body is anticipating this already. My nipples are standing erect and my breasts feel full, my pussy lips feel swollen and parted and I know my pussy is soaking already. Over the months we have been together you have taught me to let my body freely show how it is feeling and to go with those feelings. This means most of the time I only have to start thinking about you and I am fully wet and horny, wishing you were here to touch me and me to touch you.

I hear you open the front door and I sit up straight on the settee, with my legs slightly parted. You like me to be like this waiting for you. If I wasn't wearing panties my legs would have had to be fully open so as not to hide myself from you. You enter the front room, put your bag down, smile and say, " hello slave”. I look at you with a smile mixed with showing my desire for you, and return your greeting. I’m happy my Master is here and I know I have been a good girl since our last meeting as he had told me so the night before.

You tell me to rise and come close to you and I do so willingly. I stand in front of you proudly, you are my Master and I am your slave. You have control of me that I have willingly given to you, and I am never shy in front of you. You run your hands through my hair and grabbing it at the back you move my head forward and kiss me, I kiss you back hungrily; it has been a while since we have met and I have missed your kisses. You order me to kneel in front of you; you ask me if I trust you. I know by that question we are going to be trying something new today. I nod and tell you that I do. They are not just words either I do trust you I know you would never push me into anything you didn't think I was ready for, or hurt me in any way that wasn't enjoyable. You pat my head and tell me I’m a good girl.

You take the scarf and blindfold me. You know I love to be blindfolded, it makes me concentrate on your voice, what you are doing and the feeling you invoke in me. I am straining to hear what you are doing and I hear the rustle of clothing you must be removing yours. Yes I hear the rasp as you undo the zip on your trousers. I give a little smile you always smell so fresh and clean, even travelling like I know you have been you still smell clean. I lick my lips in anticipation and I’m not disappointed as you guide my mouth to your cock,

I start to lick and suck you greedily and you give me a slap to the face. I know you’re a cock hungry slut " you say " but if you don't slow down, I will remove it fully and you won't be allowed to taste me at all." I slow down and enjoy the taste and feel of you filling my mouth. My pussy is so wet as I continue to suck you. 

You have started to caress my breasts through my bra, every now and then pinching my nipples squeezing them; you know I have sensitive nipples and really enjoy having this done. I try to arch my back and push my breasts out so that you can have a clearer access to them. You reach around my back and undo the clasp, pulling my bra free, releasing my breasts. They are already feeling so heavy and it feels as if they are getting bigger as you continue to caress them

You withdraw from my mouth and a give a low moan of disappointment, my mouth feels so empty now. You give me a gentle slap across my cheek and tell me " patience slut, you know you never get anything until I am ready to give it, now stand." I hear you rummage about in your bag, but I’m not really listening, I’m licking my lips and rolling my tongue round my mouth revelling in the last tastes of you I have in my mouth. 

Suddenly I feel the pinch of the clamp on my nipple and I moan in pleasure. "Silence" you say. I feel the clamp on my other nipple but stay quiet even though I hear myself moan in my mind. The pleasure of having the clamps on sends a shiver down my body as I feel the initial bite of them and then you tightening them. My nipples really feel the squeeze; you have never had them this tight before. I forget myself and moan again, you pull the clamps. " I told you silence" you say. I know by the tone in your voice I won't get another warning and have already pushed you by not listening the first time.

"Now my little slut, you didn't stay quiet when I told you and you will be punished for that," I hear you tell me. You put on my collar. I know this is the signal for me to get on all fours with my head lowered, you didn't have to tell me anymore. You lead me over to the armchair and tell me to lean over the arm, with my bum stuck right out. When I'm in position you remove my panties and open my legs wider. You have a full view of my bum and can't help but see how wet I am, my juice is starting to run down the top of my legs. You start to slap my bum, not too hard to start, but after a while I feel the heat building up in my cheeks, then you get harder. My bum is really starting to sting but with the cane so close I know not to move. Just as I am getting where tears are building in my eyes you stop and caress my cheeks feeling the heat, soothing them with the coolness of your hand. 

You slip a finger into my pussy feeling my juices coating it, you withdraw, and even though I want to push myself back to take it in again, I don't. You bring your finger round and tell me to clean it with my tongue. I love the taste of myself so I willingly comply. "You are a little whore aren't you?" I hear you say.

 I nod my head in agreement and answer you. "I am a little whore Master, your whore." 

You lead me away from the chair and over to the coffee table. You tell me to lie on it face up. You must have got your ropes out at the same time as the clamps. You tie me spread-eagled to the table. I'm completely open to you. I feel your tongue on my pussy licking up my juices, every nook and cranny of my pussy is open to your inquiring tongue. You push your tongue inside me taking more of my juices, up to my clit where you nibble. I feel your teeth rasping across it making it stand to attention and I push up but you move away slapping my thigh, "did I tell you to move?" I shake my head no.

"So you think you can get what you want by not doing as I say?" I again shake my head no, I know better than that and I know whatever you have planned now will be drawn out till I can stand no more. I feel something pressing against my pussy. It is my vibrator, which you push all the way in. I am so wet and open that you have no difficulty doing it. You turn it on to a slow throb and tell me no matter what, I must not cum until you allow it. You lean over and kiss me removing the clamps at the same time. You move down and caress and suck each nipple as the pain of the blood returning there takes over me.

I hear the click of a lighter and I start fidgeting with nerves. You kiss me and tell me to relax, and ask me again if I trust you. Again I nod yes. You move away and I am straining to hear what you are doing. But the vibrator is making itself felt and, even though I try to lie still as you want, I can't help starting to squirm with the pleasure of it, my body is feeling flushed as if it is on fire with longing and desire for you.

I am so lost in what I am thinking that I don't hear you return. I jump as I feel something freezing on my nipple. I try to move away but you slap my thigh and say, "Lie still." You run it over both of my nipples and I feel them contract with the coolness. I realise it is ice as I start to feel it melting as it touches the heat of my body. I notice you are moving it further down my body towards my pussy. My pussy is so hot it feels even colder as it hits my clit and all the time you are telling me not to move but it is hard to obey, all I want to do is get away from the coldness. As you are moving the ice round my pussy it is an exquisite agony, the coldness of the ice and the heat being generated by the vibrator. It is too much and I really want to cum, you can tell this by the way my body is bucking but you remind I’m not allowed to yet. "Just a while longer" you tell me. 

Something hot drips on my nipple. With the ice I had forgotten about hearing the lighter. It is wax you are dripping over my body and after the cold of the ice, the heat is so intense my body is glistening from sweat and my hair is sticking to my head. I feel the wax as it hardens onto my skin as you move to other places on my body following the line you had picked out with the ice. I realise you are moving towards my pussy and start shaking my head in a no motion, but no isn't my safe word so you carry on. 

As the first drips hit my clit, I jump and I cant stay quiet any longer. I scream out, the heat is just amazing, it feels as if my whole pussy is about to explode. I start begging you to be allowed to cum, begging and screaming I can't hold back much longer. My breasts and pussy are coated in wax. You kiss me and say, "Just a bit longer, you can do it." There are tears rolling down my face from the intense concentrating and frustration of not being allowed to cum. You bring the crop down over my breasts and I cry out at the suddenness of it. You are removing the wax from my nipples with the crop and I start to moan with pleasure and pain, biting my lip, pushing my breasts out for each hit of the crop. For a minute I forget where else you have dripped the wax but I’m soon reminded as I feel the first whack of the crop on my pussy. 

I scream out, my breath is coming out in fast pants and I continue to scream each time the crop contacts. I lie there begging to cum, I am so close to the edge my body is dripping in sweat and I know I can't hold back any longer. I have never needed release like I do now. I hear you shout," YES SLUT CUM,“ over my begging and pleading. That was all I needed to hear, my body convulses and it feels as if my pussy has exploded so intense is my orgasm.

I don't realise you are still using the crop, taking me past the place where pain and pleasure are separate to where they are as one. My body feels as if I have been coming for hours, and as I slowly come down, my body shuddering, you remove the vibrator. I feel so empty but not for long. You fill me back up with your cock and take me hard and fast. I wish I could hold you to me but I know that isn't what you want, today you want to fuck me rough to intensify what my pussy is already feeling. 

As you are sliding in and out pushing into me as deep as you can, brushing against my already tender clit, I feel another orgasm building. As I feel you speeding up I ask if I can cum again and you say yes as my orgasm hits. It is less intense but is stronger than ones I have had before. I start sucking you in hard, my muscles clamp round your cock and it is like I am swallowing you with my pussy. I feel you stiffen and shout out as you start to pump your cum inside me, riding me, making sure I take every drop. I am covered in sweat and wax and I am feeling so weak and overheated. Both of our breathing is ragged.

As you recover and withdraw from my pussy I feel our mixed juices leaking out of me. You put your cock in my mouth and tell me to clean you off. I lick and suck you until there is no trace of either of our juices on you. You then untie me slowly, massaging each arm and leg as you do. I bring my arms slowly round you as they are a bit stiff, and hug you close saying,

"Thank you Master, each time we meet just gets better and better.” You lead me to the bedroom and lie me on the bed. Getting in beside me, you tell me how I have pleased you today and we have a gentle kiss and a cuddle and fall asleep with smiles on our faces....

The end



The Meeting



He read the note again, then folded it carefully and stuck it deep in his pocket. His cock twitched at the thought of what he'd just read. Looking at his watch, he saw he still had two hours until he could get home and get ready for her. The rest of his day went only too slowly...

...The note lay open on his dresser. In the shower, he pulled the razor slowly over his balls, cleaning the hair from them. The soap and water felt good as he pulled his cock up to expose more of his scrotum. He couldn't help getting hard as he thought again of the instructions given to him that day.

He toweled off and ran a comb through his hair, leaving it loose rather than in the ponytail he normally sported. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and liked what he saw. His only hope was that she'd like it, too.

It was time. Pulling the toys from his hiding place, he took them and a bottle of lube to the rec room. He checked the time and saw it was 7:00. She would be here in minutes. The felt of the pool table felt cool and soft on his chest as he bent over it, resting his upper body on the surface of the table. He stretched his arms out, tightening the muscles, flexing them, then resting them on the pool table. And he waited.

The door opened behind him. He knew not to look back, not to move, not to make a sound. She crossed the room to him, the heels of her shoes clicking along the floor. He felt her presence behind him, but she didn't touch him. He held his breath, waiting to see what she'd do.

Her open hands pressed on his back. She moved them along his skin, up to his shoulders, out along his arms, down his back again to the smooth roundness of his ass. She continued this exploration of his flesh with her cool fingers. As she leaned over him, he could feel her breasts brush against his back.

And he felt her hard cock against his butt.

He moaned slightly and her sharp intake of breath told him he'd made a mistake. He pressed his lips together tightly to prevent any further noise from escaping him.

She placed her hands on his ass and spread his cheeks. He felt her tongue against his asshole, licking it lightly, teasing it, probing his hole with its soft hardness. He couldn't help but cock his hips to give her better access to his cunt. He began writhing with his need. He wanted her in him, fucking him, banging him. His breath came faster, his body taut against what she was withholding from him.

He felt her place a small vibe against his cunt, then push it into him. She switched it on and the vibrations coursed through his ass. He felt them in his balls, in his stiff cock. She moved the small toy carefully in and out of him, playing with his cunt as if it were her own. He began to relax and move with her motion. The toy felt so good inside him, though he was silently begging for something more.

The woman knelt behind him and began kissing the cheeks of his ass. She nipped the flesh lightly as she moved the toy inside him. She squeezed first one cheek, then the other with her free hand. Never once did she touch his cock or his balls. Not once. He ached to feel her hands on his shaft, but he knew she wouldn't pleasure him there that night. Tonight was about his cunt; only his cunt.

When he thought he could take it no more, she stood again. He heard her squirting lube out of the bottle, then felt her lubed fingers again enter his ass. He could hear the squishy wet noises of her lubing up her cock. He was ready and he wanted it badly.

One hand spread his cheeks wide, giving her a perfect view of his hole. She pressed the head of her pulsing cock against him, then slowly and deliciously entered him. Orders or not, he couldn't help but cry out her name as she filled him with her stiffness. She slid all the way into him, her hips pressing against his ass. She pulled out slowly, completely removing herself from him. Pausing for a moment, she watched his reaction as he used his body to tell her how much he wanted her back inside him.

She complied.

She entered him again, moving slowly, smoothly in and out of his cunt. His cock had never felt so hard and his balls were tight against his crotch. He could feel his orgasm building, but she knew him well enough that she'd not allow him to cum yet.

Her movement increased in tempo slightly. Her strokes were still long and deep, but now her body bumped against him a bit more forcefully with each stroke. Her man-made balls slapped against him in the perfect spot. He could hear her breathing come harder. 

She began pumping into him harder, faster, with greater intensity. She leaned down and slid her arms around his waist, hugging his back to her. She was gasping and moaning and crying out. He felt his cock swell and his orgasm getting closer. The heat of her against him, pulling him toward her, allowing her to penetrate him more deeply, was bringing him over the edge. 

He shut his eyes tightly as his listened to her fuck him, her voice and breathing telling him she was losing control. She was cumming now, her thrusts slamming him into the pool table, her juices flowing down his legs. His own orgasm rushed over him, his jism squirting onto the wood of the table, splattering to the floor. He cried out, begging her not to stop, to keep fucking him hard, to make him cum. 

As he reached the end of his orgasm and relaxed onto the table, she slowed her movements, then stopped . She continued to hold him around his waist, resting her upper body against his sweating back, waiting while her breathing slowed back to normal. She turned her head and kissed his spine, then pulled out. 

He heard her turn, her heels again clicking along the floor, the door shutting softly behind her as she left him.



The Meeting



It was a dark and stormy night. She is sitting there waiting in the darkness. 
The smell of the damp leaves fills her senses. The night is her cover. 
She is sad, waiting for her lover to come. Where is he? Is he coming? 
The wind gently caress' her hair, sending shivers down her back, 
provoking memories of her love. The sounds of the night comfort her. 
She is anxious, yet knows she must be patient.
He has come many times before. Tonight should be no different. 
She leans against a tree, feeling the roughness on her skin. 
She is there, waiting, contemplating the events of the evening.

In the distance she can hear the sound of dogs. 
Far away, yet this brings a message 
of her "loves" coming presence. Her heart starts to pound 
knowing that he will soon be there. Her flowing gown tickles 
her legs as she tries to let her eyes adjust as she 
is looking for him. 
Waiting, she knows that her heart needs him and her body is yearning for his touch. She hears the sound of leaves crackling, coming closer and closer.
She tries to control her emotions, not wanting him to realize 
the joy that he brings to her, just with the sight of him.

Closer, closer the sounds come. Her skin reddens with the anticipation of his touch.
Her nipples harden and the very thought of him. 
Her loins ache. He comes yet closer and closer.

She can make out a figure in the near distance. A dark, tall figure. Is that my "love"? Has he come for me?
A voice comes from the darkness "Hello." 
She shutters at the sound. The sounds of the night muffle his words. 
Why isn’t he coming to her? What is he doing? 
The figure again says "Hello My Love?" 
In a quivering voice, she answers "Hello Love."
She wants to run to him, but can not move, 
as this will let him know the way that she feels. 
He asks her" Love, please do not look at me. 
Close your eyes as I will not come near to you if you look." 

Oh no, why does he do this to her, she needs to see him, to touch him, 
to hold him. As he requests, she closes her eyes. 
The smells, sounds and feelings envelop her body.
The footsteps are coming closer, closer. 
It is taking everything in her power to keep her eyes shut.
Closer, closer he comes. Please eyes do not open, 
stay shut, she thinks to herself. *sigh*

She then feels a hand against her chin.
A soft voice says, "My love, I am going to put something across your eyes.
Do not move, do not resist."
Her instincts tell her to open them. Yet her yearning tells her to keep them shut. 
The wind kisses her body. Her breasts are aching for his touch. 

Listening to his request, she keeps them closed. 
Her breath is quickening. She feels a soft fabric against her face, around her eyes. 
She squeezes her eyes shut tighter, tighter. 
He pulls her from against the trees and ties the fabric
in the back of her head. Relief, she can open them now. 
Yet she can not see. She can smell his scent, 
she can feel his presence. 

A rough hand touches the side of her face. 
Slowly from the temple to the chin. Rubbing, caressing.
Deeply she sighs and starts to say a word. 
His finger touches her lips and quiets her. He says, "Tonight you shall be mine. 
No words."

She is lost in the thought of him touching her. 
She can feel the wetness starting between her legs.
Her breath quickens more. 
Breathing deeper with every thought of him.
He gently strokes her hair. 
Taking his time. She wants to lunge at him, yet she knows not to.
She throws her head back and enjoys. 

His hand slowly trails the side of her face towards her breast. 
Oh my god, the touch, "his touch." 
She can feel the heat of his breath closer to her neck.
The hand slowly going down her body. 
Her breasts rise to meet his hand.
He gently rubs through the gown. 
The nipples becoming ever harder at his touch. 
He gently kisses her neck.
Sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. 
The ache in her pussy is steadily increasing. 
Her breasts are aching. 
She thinks "Please touch them. Please take me." 
He gently raises her gown and lightly touches her thigh. 
Up, up, up...farther towards her pussy, 
stopping just shy of the wetness. 

He pushes his body against her. 
She can feel his hardness against her thigh. 
Oh please take me, do not tease me anymore. 
Moans escape her throat. He gently lifts the gown over her head. 
Exposing her body to the elements, to his touch. 
He she tries to cover her nakedness, 
but her lightly grabs her wrists and stops her. 
The leaves are the music of the evening. 
She can hear each one as her senses become keen. 
He runs his hands across her body once more, 
and then pushes her down towards the ground. 
She is scared, excited. 
The feel of the rough leaves against her knees 
let her know that this is not a dream.
She can feel his hand on the back of her head. 
She is not sure what to do. What is that? That softness against her lips.
Is that his cock? She instinctively opens her mouth for him. 
She can taste the sweetness of his pre-cum in her throat. 
She gently slides her mouth up and down his cock. 
Taking care to feel every inch of it. 
His hand guides her head. Up down, up down. 
Deeper he thrusts his cock into her mouth.
Her pussy is soaking. 
She can feel the juice starting to run down her legs. 
His moans fill her ears. 
She is doing well for her love. 

He suddenly pulls his cock from her mouth. 
She is shocked.
He pulls her hands up so that she stands. 
He turns her around and places her hands on the tree. 
The roughness again excites her. 
Oh no, what is he doing. 
This has never been like this before. *sigh*

She can feel his hand trailing down the small 
of her back towards her ass. 
Her legs open farther as if they have a mind of their own.
His hand gets closer to the crack of her ass.
Gently he goes down farther, farther.
She can feel his fingers on her pussy. 
The wetness running down his hand. 
One finger inside...She moans louder. 
In out, in out...2 fingers....Breaths are quickening.
He rubs the juice on her asshole. 
Lubricating the small opening.
She is lost in a world that she can not explain. 
The feel of his hand by her ass is exhilarating. 
He gently inserts a finger into her asshole. 
Deep breath, moans are uncontrollable. In and out the finger goes. 
Quicker, harder. Why doesn’t she stop him? 
What is her body doing? This feels good, damn it. 
She spreads her legs a little wider 
to accept his fingers deeper. 
He withdrawals his finger slowly.
OMG why did he do that? What is wrong? 
She then feels something hard against her cheeks.
Not that. Oh Yes "that."
His cock is against her cheeks, slowly parting them.
She can feel the head of his cock against her hole.
Deep breaths, a sudden gentle thrust
and her asshole is filled with him. 
Gently her fucks her. 

She wants him deeper. 
Harder, she screams in her mind. Her breasts, oh no they are hurting
against the roughness of the tree. 
The thought leaves her mind that fast. 
Harder he fucks her ass. 
She rises to her tiptoes so that he can get a better angle. 
Harder, deeper, faster.....
Moaning so loud that it is deafening. 
Screams of pleasure fill her throat.
She can feel his cock faster, faster, “NO, please doesn’t stop." 
She knows he is close. No not yet, please not yet.

His thrusts are faster. She can hear his moans, feel his hot breath.
He moans louder. His cock is ready to explode. 
She rocks against him. 
Meeting each thrust with her own.
He grabs the back of her hair. 
Pulling tightly. No, not yet, she thinks. 
Please No.....She knows that he is coming.
Short, deep jabs at her ass. *sigh* She meets 
each one again. 

It’s over....No not yet damn it, not yet. 
He slowly withdrawals his cock from her ass. 
She can feel the cum running down the back of her legs. 
Gently rubbing her ass with his hand. 
Touching her very spirit with each stroke. 
He softly whispers "Do not move. Stay against the tree." 
She listens as she hopes not to displease him. 

She can hear movement behind her. What is he doing? What is that?! 
The sounds are going away from her. 
What does she do? "Don’t move," his voice echoes in her head. 
The rustle of the leaves are getting farther away. 
Where did he go? Is he coming back? 

Finally she turns and removes the cloth from her eyes. 
In the distance she can see a dark figure retreating.
She yells to him "My Love where are you going?" 
There is no answer. She is confused. 
She gathers her gown and sobs. 

Wait!! What is that I hear? 
The rustling of the leaves, the sound of the dogs once again. 
He returns to her. 
I knew he would be back. 
She can make out a figure coming towards 
her from another part of the woods.
Oh my god, who is that? 
She then hears a familiar voice "Hello Love, sorry I am late."



The Meeting



Author’s Note: This is a true story, but I’ve not used names to protect ourselves. Please send reviews! If you'd like to post this elsewhere, obtain permission from me first. I'll probably say yes. 

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We emailed and talked on the phone many times before meeting. It was decided that we would meet at an upscale hotel in a city halfway between our houses. We’re both single, you a 35-year-old doctor and me a 25-year-old student.

You gave me explicit instructions on how I was to groom and what to wear. I followed them to the letter. I had black thigh highs, a thong, and sexy lace bra on, with an outfit over them. My skirt was so short that if I sat down or bent over, the tops of my stockings showed. I shaved myself everywhere, leaving no hair on my legs, armpits, or crotch.

You arrived first and checked into the hotel, calling me and letting me know what room to come to. I arrived less than 5 minutes later. I was nervous when I knocked on the door, but was put at ease by you. There was something about you that made me trust you immediately.

We kissed passionately for several minutes. You put your hand on my ass, feeling for my thong, making sure I followed your instructions. You squeezed it, feeling my cheek. I excused myself to the bathroom, freshened up and returned to the bedroom. You had undressed down to your boxer-briefs.

You ordered me to get on the bed, and I did so. I slipped off my shoes and faced you, waiting for directions. You took out a bandana and put it over my eyes. I could not see anything. You told me to lie on my stomach, and I knew what was coming. In our emails, I told you I was an anal virgin and wanted to experiment with it. I knew you were going to give it to me.

You ran your fingers up and down my slit, causing me to moan. I felt something cold hit my back end, and realized it was lube. I heard a vibrator start and felt you put it into my pussy. You were getting right down to business. The lube was rubbed into me very well, with you occasionally putting one finger into my anus. I thought this would hurt a lot, but it didn’t. I really liked it and moaned more.

Once I was really wet, you put two fingers in me. This caused a little pain, but I still thought it was great. I felt you get off the bed. Then I heard what sounded like a rubber band, but realized you were putting a condom on. I heard you squeeze the lube bottle again, and knew you were going to do it. I wouldn’t be an anal virgin for long.

I felt you move back into place behind me. Your cock rubbed back and forth over by anal region, settling against my anus and placing gentle pressure. At first it did not seem like it would ever fit, but as you kept pressing, I relaxed myself and felt your dick move slowly into me.

The much clichéd “pop” of the sphincter muscle did not happen, one moment you were pushing against me, the next you were inside of me. You leaned down on my back more, to give yourself a better angle, and kept moving farther inside me. This was all a little uncomfortable, but bearable.

You moved slowly back and forth. The vibrator made me feel so good, but after a couple of minutes it fell out of my pussy. I moaned very loudly and constantly. Then you started talking dirty to me, and I loved it.

“Tell me you like this.” You demanded.

“I love this.” I replied in a small voice.

“Louder.” You commanded.

“I LOVE THIS!” I almost screamed. You started moving faster at this. I was starting to hurt at this point, but decided to keep it to myself. I thought the pain would end eventually. I moaned more, this time from the pain, not pleasure.

“You want this cock in your ass, don’t you?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, I want it.” I answered. My moaning was getting louder and louder as you moved slightly faster and faster. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I told you it hurt too much. You stopped moving and said, “Okay, we’ll go real slow.”

You did move slower, but the burning feeling I was having just kept stinging. I wasn’t enjoying it at all, so I asked you to please stop. You pulled out slowly. I could feel my anus still open from your invasion. I still could not see anything, as the blindfold stayed on through all of this. You told me to roll over onto my back, so I did. I felt you move up closer to my face, and I knew what was coming next. Your cock hit my chin and cheeks as I tried to get it into my mouth.

I had very little experience with blowjobs, but I sucked it as best I could. You moved your hips back and forth, fucking my mouth gently. You knew from my emails that I wanted to learn how to deep throat, so you tried my limits by pushing yourself farther and farther into my mouth. I tried to relax as much as I could and take you as far as I could. My gag reflex is really strong though.

I gagged, my eyes watered and my nose started running. I got more spit in my mouth and kept sucking and licking as best I could. You pulled out of my mouth, I felt you move away, then lie back down on the bed.

You took the blindfold off and I saw your erect cock for the first time. I was amazed that it got into my anus at all, as it was really thick. I looked up at your face and smiled, knowing I had pleased you a little and accomplished something I really wanted to do. You smiled back and said, “Suck it.”

I lowered my mouth down to it and took the head into my mouth. I took as much as I could into my mouth, but started gagging more easily. You stopped me and gave me a quick lesson. You showed me where the most sensitive spot on your cock is. It was about an inch square area below the head. When I touched it with my finger, it made your cock jump a little. I loved having that power over you.

You told me to massage that area with my tongue as applied suction with my mouth. I did this for a long time, over and over again. You moaned frequently and told me when it felt really good. My jaw didn’t ache like the other blowjobs I had given. I was really impressing myself with my sexual prowess.

Apparently the only part I wasn’t doing up to your standards was the “hand” part of the job. You pushed my hand away and down to your balls, so I could caress them. Your hand replaced mine on your cock. I kept my mouth as far down as I could, but your hand stopped me to some extent. You were pumping your hand up and down very hard and fast. I knew you were close to cumming.

A couple of minutes later you said, “Here it comes.” I’ve never had a man cum in my mouth, and really want to experience it, but I chickened out at the last minute. I pulled my mouth off, and you came onto your stomach. It was a great turn-on to see your orgasm.

This was the end of our sexual escapades that night, but I hope there are more to come. I would love to have you as a “fuck buddy.” For the next hour we lay on the bed and talked. You got up, I got straightened up as I hadn’t taken my clothes off, we kissed good-bye, and you went to take a shower. Until next time…



The Meeting



I wake and begin to wonder if it’s morning or evening. I so hate falling asleep in late afternoon and trying to figure out if I’m seeing dawn or dusk as I lay there trying to gain my senses. A few moments pass before I decide it’s dusk and then question why I care one way or the other.

It’s been an exhausting time of late, with work an all the other crap. God, six days a week of work and there seems to be no progress at all. I know there is but it doesn’t seem like there is. The project groans on and the bosses seemed pleased, which is good, I hate it when they’re on my ass over things I have no control of. And this project is not in anyone’s hands but the code toads, and those little geeks live life by their own rules. Mostly the bosses have no concept of that, if the project is late they want to blame someone, and until a body is found to pin it on they hold meetings, shout at odd times, slam phones down (mostly on their wives) and continue to pop pills in the hopes that they can calm down long enough to give upper management a story good enough for them to keep their jobs. They’re all heart attacks looking for a place to happen.

Funny part about all of that is in prior companies, I was one of them. I could get my subordinates to double their output by them assuming I was pissed when I wasn’t. I could be happy as a lark, but they’d never know it nor would they ever, ever, see me smile. What a crock, and after years of that I gave it up. I didn’t walk away from it, I ran for my life, and now I’m lying here thinking about how that happened.

God, it’s only been a couple of months, but it seems like so much longer. Strange how that works too, some memories are as fresh as yesterday, and sometimes, yesterday’s memories are a hundred years old. I ponder that for a moment and think back to you. Oh yes, I can actually do that now, which is surprising because for weeks I absolutely couldn’t. Thoughts of you and what we’d done possessed me with black magical qualities that bordered on insanity. I thought when I was in the depths of it I’d lost my mind, but being able to gaze back to that time from the present helped me understand that I hadn’t, I just tripped and fell.

I ponder you for a moment longer. Yes, you’d told me right up front how it would be and in my infinite “I can fix anything” wisdom chose to ignore your warnings. All of my successes in life have been procuring results that everyone else thought could never be reached. I thrived on it, I lived on it, and I’ve become very rich doing it. Who the hell were you to tell me I couldn’t do it with us? I was alone and wasn’t going to tell anyone. You were alone and opted not to speak to others about it, what was to lose? But you told me point blank not to go there. You said over and over if the “L” word slipped in, you’d be gone and the only thing I’d have to cling to would be my prick and memories of you that would take forever to fade. When I asked who you were, and your response was that you were my designated fuck, I should have heeded the warning. But I did go there and suddenly the party was over and you’d slipped into whatever dark place it was you went to for solace. Thinking of you now as I lay on the moss, I start getting hard and I fight the urge to stoke myself to bliss.

What is so strange about all of this is you yourself. While I’ve held you, made love to you, even had you fuck me senseless; I find the beginning of “us” amazing. Okay, let the world know we met on the net in a strange place called Literotica where you wrote something that caught my attention. I wrote you, you responded and ultimately set up a place to meet. Here in the forest where we ultimately connected in ways I never thought possible still shakes me to my core. But in the beginning, before the meeting my brain tried to imagine how you were put together, or what race, nationality, or skin color you possessed. Lying in bed at night I loved what my mind did when it pictured you. One moment you would white, the next black, and on one particular night as I thought of it, you were this magnificent creature of raceless composition. Sometimes you’d be overweight, sometimes under. Sometimes you had magnificent breasts, and at other times you barely possessed them. Your complexion ran the gamut and I'd imagined them all on you. I found all variations of you intriguing, but not pulling at my mind in a way that I had to know. I’d envisioned you lazily floating in a pool motionless, and then dash madly across a meadow, your hair flowing like silken sheets behind you as you race to the edge of the forest to conceal your nakedness from others prying eyes. Yes there was a current as there is between two people that dare enough to explore the possibilities of friendship. Not the precursor of a sexual connection one might seek, or a masturbatory collection of writings we could fling back and forth across the net. But an honest connection between two people as different in age and placed as impossibly distant as two human beings on this planet could get. Well, we thought so until we were honest with each other as to our location and the stunning realization that we could actually meet.

Oh by the way, I did the same with your name. I liked Christina, but then I was also fond of calling you Sonnova, Rebecca, Linda, Susie, Constance, and Lucy. I could imagine that you were a Judy, or Carol, and the possibility of Ingrid brought out the Norse image, which I found pleasant. Roberta came out once (I quickly shed that one) as has Nikki, Rachel, Elizabeth, Jordan, and Theresa. Funny little game and I enjoyed it. But the reality of all of that is that you became my friend. The woman I shared secrets without inhibitions or embarrassment, and that was what was important. Then I screwed it up. 

I know, I know, I’m back in the forest and I shouldn’t be. I should resign myself to your absence and go on, but I can’t do that. Here, right here on the forest floor, in this very spot we connected. I return for… well, that’s obvious isn’t it? I come here day after day, lay naked on the moss and think of all the things you taught me. I’m almost to the point where I don’t need to, and honestly, I missed coming here yesterday, so you see it’s getting better. I’m not completely obsessed anymore, and soon I’ll be rid of the urge to dwell here. Tomorrow will be the beginning as I’ve actually booked a holiday on a cruise ship. I’ll be gone ten days, and why? Well I can’t come here, now can I? I’ll be safely isolated from here by the deep sea and the knowledge that I could never swim that far. I’m taking this trip to celebrate what you taught me, and my finally getting it. Kind of a graduation present to me that I now realize even you would appreciate.

A noise catches my attention and I turn my head to the sunset and catch my breath. I calm down again when I convince myself that what I see as you is really my imagination playing those awful tricks on me again. I’ve gone to restaurants and thought I saw you sitting on the other side of the room. Driving along the street I’d be positive it was you on the sidewalk, only to get closer and realize it wasn’t you at all, but some anonymous female who looked a little pissed because she thought I was gawking at her. So I turn my head back to the sky and sigh, curse the nasty little bastard I’ve come to know as my imagination and my ears hear it again. Dutifully I turn my head to the noise and… you move!

I sit up, but can’t gain my feet. I’m immobilized, stunned, and a million thoughts race through my mind, all vying for dominance and none winning the battle. Pissed, yes one of those thoughts is pissed. Pissed at you because you left, and now even more pissed that you’re back. Do you need to fuck with my mind some more? Oh sweet Jesus don’t do that, whatever happens now, don’t mess with my mind, I’m on the verge here. I’m struggling to draw my next breath, my hearts trying to beat its way free of my rib cage, and now my hands don’t work.

It’s that time of day where shadow blends to dark and dark glides across the ground like a snake on the prowl. It doesn’t make any noise, but it should, darkness should come like thunder, or a loud waterfall that warns you long before you get close, that it’s there. Darkness should fall with noise, as dawn should begin with a melody. But it doesn’t, it creeps up like a thief in the night, and in this case the thief is once again hiding you.

You’re a dark figure like a well-designed inkblot, gliding to me silently and your delicious smell beats you to me. You’ve come again at a time where I cannot distinguish if you are blonde or brunette, black or white, but I know it’s you, I so know it’s you, and you are so naked. I close my eyes and inhale and when I open them you’re standing in front of me. One leg on each side of my outstretched useless legs, your womanhood inches from my nose. You rest your right hand on the top of my head and whisper, “Is that for me?” as you point to my erection with your left. I slowly nod my head to affirm it.

“Taste me,” you say next.

I do, and suddenly my hands reconnect with my brain and I put them on your ass and delve into places that for too long have been only in my head. You rise up on your toes, throw your head back and moan. Your left hand joins the right now, both grabbing fists full of hair and pressing me closer. We’re locked in this embrace for a few moments and just as suddenly as you grabbed my hair, you release it, fall to your knees and kiss me. Your tongue flicks out and slides across my chin, you taste yourself and smile. Oh beguiler of men, oh sweet woman of my fantasy, you are so back.

One hand on each cheek you caress me with your lips and tongue as I return your caress with ones of my own to your hair. We cling for a moment and you draw back, look me deep in the eye and say, “Now!”

You wheel around, point your butt in my direction and as you look over your shoulder to me and nod. I’m there in an instant, plugged in and held warm. The moist wet place is just as I remember it, soft, hard, firm, tight, milking things of me that speak of bliss soon-to-come. Your elbows are on the ground with your forehead resting on your hands, almost as if you are praying. 

It’s animal time, and we go with it. I strive to stay with you but realize the moment we connected you came. I’m surprised and pleased because it was always me first, so what is this? Am I better now? Can I run this race and finish after you do? I’ve no sooner had that thought when your velvet touch reaches my balls. Oh god, how did you know? But we dare not speak, we can’t break this with noise, this is the physical part we have always had, and both of us understand it. That physical moment that requires no talk, no noise, just the soft velvet sliding sound that betrays the location of our connection. You turn your toes inward and hook the arches of your feet squarely behind my knees. Now we’re connected and I put my hands around each breast to complete the embrace. Nipples between my middle and index fingers and I gently massage them for both of us. You groan and press your head harder into your palms.

Time stops for both of us. It’s dark now, and we could care less, night creatures are going to be moving soon but we pay no heed to that either. It’s a mission now, full blown and moving. We’ll get there with nothing but our nerves left and most of those will be shattered, but it’s what we seek, and we continue the head long rush into that sexual oblivion that only lovers can reach and they’ll speak to no one but their partner about the trip.

The explosion we both have is not only physical but takes voice. Yours beginning with a low moan, ending in a high-pitched scream, while mine goes on til I’m breathless as one long, non-stop moan. At the height of yours a covey of quail scatters from their roost above us, fleeing the monster they perceive under their tree. Hearing their wings beating the air, and the sharp whistle of their departure, you collapse laughing, and I slip up your back and hold your body tight. We’re both laughing now, hysterically, and if anyone asked what was so funny we’d just look at each other and go on. Who can ever understand what passes between lovers? Who can even try to explain it? Not me, I could never do it, I know of no one that can.

“You miss me?” You ask.

“Not at all.” I reply

“Liar.” You whisper, turn to me, and deeply kiss me.

“Fuck you.” I say pulling back.

“You just did.” Then add, “Oh, and thanks, I needed that.”

“And I didn’t?” I pull back as you try to kiss me again.

“I know what you need, and I know what you want. Problem is you can’t have both.” You finish.

Now I’m mad. Freshly fucked and mad as a hatter which seems like an oxymoron, but that’s the way it is. You’ve blown my balls and cut me to the bone all within the matter of seconds. But then calmness suddenly engulfs me and I relax in your arms.

You look at me with questions in your eyes, but stay silent for a moment. You reach out; kiss my nose, then my lips, and then pull back staring and silent.

“I’ve gotten it.” I state simply.

“Bullshit.” You reply.

“First I’m a liar, and now it’s bullshit? I don’t think so. I meant what I just said, I really do get it!” I finish, and I’m elated at my new mood.

“Tell me.” You say. Not a question, not a demand, but a simple request.

“I know no one can keep you.” I start. “You are your own person, living in your own universe, living your own life, gliding through meadows, tantalizingly close to someone like me, but as skittish as a colt should someone try to hang on or even get close to you.”

You nod agreement, but say nothing.

“Yes, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, and making love with you was the most exquisite moment of my life. I wanted to spend every waking moment with you or in you; it didn’t matter, just as long as I could be around you.”

You lean in and kiss my forehead, then ask, “So what happened?”

“I’ve finally understood who you are.” I reply.

“You’ve told me, I’m a great fuck.” You coo.

“Yes, but it’s a little more complicated than that. You are one of those rare creatures that must have her freedom. Not freedom in a sexual way, to hump whomever you want, whenever you want. Not that kind of freedom at all. You’re not promiscuous, you’re faithful, you’d never cheat on a person, as a matter of fact, I truly believe it would be impossible for you to ever cheat. What makes you unique, and the rarest of the rare is that like a thorough bred horse, you need your space. Oh you can settle for a moment and run a fantastic race, but when it’s over and you’ve been rubbed down you need to be put back in the pasture to roam and run and kick without anything connected to you in any way. You could never stay the night in the stall, it’s too confining. It holds you back and reminds you of how captive you are. Being in a relationship, seeing you each day, or trying to live with you would be like that stable. Too confining, and all the while you’re in there you know the pasture is out there, beyond the wall, full of promise and goodness and where you really need to be. You have to be loved, but can never be owned. You want to know that the one that loves you most trusts you truly, will always be there when you want him to be, and never come sneaking around just because he wants to be with you.”

“Life is lived by your definition, no one else’s. If a man is willing to let you be you then the rewards will far out strip anything that could be given in being with each other all the time.”

You tilt your head, lift your hand and run your fingers through my hair, yet remain quiet.

“I want to be that guy. I love your grace and elegance, not only as you walk through this forest, but also as we make love. I’ve a good job, a nice place to live, and I’m comfortable with my life. I have no idea what you have or where you work, but I know you’re comfortable with whom you are. You’re the one everybody in the family thinks should be married, and are sad because you aren’t. You’re the only one that not only doesn’t want to be married; you have no intention of ever being so, but could never bring yourself to tell them that. What is important to you first and foremost is to be your own person, live life on your terms and for people to understand that you are fulfilled without the claustrophobic, suffocating complications of a relationship. What is also important to you is sex. Not mindless sex with any number of partners, but with one who is as faithful to you as you would be to him. Someone that can be there when you need them, and not hanging around waiting to put his stiffy in you whenever he feels the urge. Sex, like life itself is controlled by you, no one else. That was the hardest part of this whole thing for me to get, but I finally have.”

“I’m leaving for ten days and I’ll be back then. When I get back, I won’t come here unless you post a card to me. I’m in the phone book, as is my address. You drop a line when you need to have this stallion fill your little filly cunt and I’ll come to you.” I finish, and rise up to leave.

You lay there for a moment, and then standing up; you pull me into your arms.

“Have a nice trip,” you say, and then finish with, “I’ll see you when you get back.” 

I put my clothes on as you slip away and return with yours. We dress silently, and when done, you reach out, put both my hands in yours, lean in and kiss me deeply.

“I love you,” I say.

“I know,” you reply.

“Be safe,” I finish.

“I will thanks.” You reply and we both turn and leave, neither one looking back. 

God I think, I fixed that didn’t I? Just like I always have, just like my whole life has been, and I did it just the way she wanted me to. I smile and trudge forward, loving her even more, because for the first time in my life I truly get it. Now she owns me and I’m happy about it. I’ll be her boy toy fuck doll anytime she wants. We’ll talk and giggle, and cherish the moments we’re together for the rest of our days and I shall never know when she’ll call me. I shall be there whenever she does, and respond to her as she wishes. That truly is what I’ve wanted all along; I just didn’t have the courage to admit it. I still don’t know her name, but right now find nothing odd about that.

Ah life, such a mystery, such a gift.



The Meeting



Julie entered the conference room feeling confident. She was a striking woman. Tall, standing 5'10". A pretty face and long brown hair. And a body that demanded attention. Especially her breast, which were full 38 D cups. Julie knew that men liked to look at her. And she took advantage of that whenever possible throughout her career. 

Many of her friends had encouraged her to try to go into modeling while in college. And Julie did experiment with that. But ended up doing some things that she regretted and was glad to get away from that. Now she was a successful businesswoman, primed to take it to the next level, and at the still young age of 32. She was married for six years and had a 3-year-old daughter. 

Julie looked around the table. She was the only woman in a meeting with eight men. She sat next to Billy, the handsome father of three, whom she had the best working relationship with. She nodded to each of the others, going counter clockwise. Next to Billy sat Ron, the 40-year-old senior of the group. Then Carl and Eric. Both single men in their mid twenties. Next was Harold, a heavyset man with a less than desirable face and a rude attitude. Julie often wondered how his wife could put up with his crude behavior. Then there was Frank; the 37-year-old divorcee who had a reputation for being a ladies man. Frank also had a reputation for having a pretty big pecker. At least that's what Julie had heard from time to time. She had no desires for Frank. He was average looking at best. But he made pretty good money and was always the best-dressed man in the office. She often caught herself noticing how tall he was at better than six feet, with his large hands and big feet, and wondered if the stories she had heard were true. But Frank and Julie were always rivals. And it was Frank that she was looking to beat out for this promotion.

Seated to Frank's right and her left was Doug. The soft spoken but dependable worker. Doug had the intelligence to succeed, but never spoke up for himself. He too was divorced, but had difficulty getting dates even though he was good looking. 

And finally, seated between Julie and Doug, sat Bob Carter; the current chairman of their group. Bob was leaving the company and the reason they were there was so they could choose who would be replacing him as chairman before they hired the next member of the board.

Julie and Frank were the front runners for the John. Ron had an outside chance of receiving the promotion. But he had not been as successful as the other two during the past year.

Julie worked hard, and always succeeded. Plus, she used her looks to help. Tonight she wore a tight fitting red blouse that really accented her breast. And, as usual, she would move about in her seat to make sure that they were perfectly on display for everyone else to notice. She loved catching the eyes of the men watching her as she stretched about in her seat. 

Julie checked her watch as the meeting started. It was 5:15. She hated when they held these after hours meetings. But knew that this was important to her career. They went over their reports, and Julie read hers aloud when her time came, stressing her latest successful contract negotiation that would bring in a sizable profit. Then they got about to the business that everyone was anticipating. Who would be the next chairman, or chairperson as Julie expected.

Bob was tasked with the responsibility to make the final choice. But he wanted to get a clear decision of the other seven to see if there was a consensus pick. He two knew that the decision would probably fall between Julie and Frank. Although he felt there were others who could do equally as well.

"Before we get too far into this, I believe there is something that needs to be revealed." Frank said, producing several large interoffice mailing envelopes and handing them out to everyone around the table. "It seems that Doug has made a very important discovery on the Internet recently that could effect our company's reputation if discovered. Especially considering the possibility of who is running the board.

Julie heard a few gasps and one "Oh my god." As the envelopes were opened. She quickly grabbed hers and opened it to find several pictures: All of her at 21, most of her posing naked, but a few of her performing oral sex.

Julie's heart sank at the sight of the pictures. She had fallen behind on some payments in college at the same time she was experimenting with modeling. One of her friends told her about nude modeling and suggested that she could make a lot of money. She was desperate and inquired. Before she knew it she had gone from posing for pictures to allowing herself to be filmed in sex acts. She limited her involvement to giving blowjobs, and always having the guy cum on her face. Or else masturbating on camera. Once her bills were caught up she got out of it and thought that the pictures were far enough in her past to never have to worry about them again. 

"Where did you get these?" She asked, forcing the words out of her mouth.

Doug looked sheepishly at her. "I found them on a pay site that I was on. I couldn't believe that it was you and showed them to Frank to see if I was right."

Julie was suddenly uncomfortable with all the eyes upon her. Seeing the eight men looking at her then back to the pictures.

"That was eleven years ago. It has nothing to do with the present." She insisted.

Frank shook his head. "I'm not so sure. We do have a pretty strict moral clauses here. And our company's reputation could be at stake if one of our contractors were to discover these. Especially if you were the chairman."

Julie knew that she had been beaten. Her past would be used to prevent her from getting this promotion.

"It's worse than that." Bob spoke up. "I'm afraid that this discovery might mean that you will have to resign altogether."

"No, please don't force me out. If I lose this job my career will be ruined. Especially if word gets out that I was fired for posing for porn." Julie was begging to keep her job.

Bob couldn't take his eyes off of one picture of Julie, with a large cock shoved half way into her mouth and her eyes looking at the camera. 

"Don't worry, I won't fire you. But once I name my replacement the rest of you will have to decide if Julie can stay on board."

"Please, that was so long ago. I was in college and needed the money."

"What's it worth to keep your job?" Asked Harold.

"What do you mean?" Julie inquired.

Harold was gloating over the pictures. "Well, I'm just thinking that these pictures can definitely ruin your career. But they might even be worse if your husband found out about them."

Julie's jaw dropped. Her husband was a proud man, and the discovery of these pictures might cause him to divorce her. And she would probably lose a custody battle. 

Harold continued. "I'm just thinking that if you gave us a little of this action, then perhaps we'd be willing to forget about these pictures."

Julie was surprised when several of the men agreed to Harold's proposition.

"You want me to suck you all off to keep my job?" Julie asked.

"Suck us and fuck us." Harold said.

Julie was tempted to blow them all. She loved performing oral, as long as she didn't have to swallow. But she wasn't willing to fuck them. Even though she had posed for porn and sucked off a couple dozen men during that year, she still had only had intercourse with four men in her lifetime.

"I'll blow you, but that's it." She said.

She couldn't believe how quickly the men were out of their seats and undoing their pants. 

"Strip for us." Ron insisted. His demand was met with approval by the rest of the men.

Julie stood up and slowly disrobed, until she was standing at the edge of the table fully exposed for all to see. 

Billy sat in his chair and offered his erect penis to her. Julie dropped to her knees before him and took his cock into her mouth. Billy held her head with his hands and helped to guide her along his shaft. Julie felt ashamed of what she was doing. She had never cheated on her husband before. But had no choice to do this now or face losing her job and possibly her marriage.

Billy's hips began to rock in the seat and she knew he was about to cum. Then his hands gripped her head more tightly just as his cock began blasting away in her mouth. 

"Swallow it, Julie!" He shouted as he came.

Julie tried to pull free, but Billy's hands held her head tight. She began gulping down his salty sperm in disgust. Billy continued to fuck her mouth until his cock went limp.

Next she moved to Ron, taking his cock into her mouth without having the opportunity to flex her jaws. Ron leaned forward and played with her large tits while she sucked him. She felt her nipples harden as his pinched them. Then, in only a minute or so Ron climaxed in her mouth.

Carl was ready and waiting. She was surprised at his shaved cock, having never seen a man shaved before. Julie trimmed her own bush, but never liked the shaved look. Carl grabbed her by the head and thrust his pecker into her mouth and Julie began sucking her third cock of the evening. She was still disgusted with everything, but felt her own juices started to flow. Julie forced herself not to think about her own pussy and continued sucking on Carl's cock until he emptied his balls into her mouth. Like Billy, he too held her head and forced her to swallow his load.

Eric didn't wait for her to come to his chair. He was standing besides Carl's when she pulled away from him. Eric grabbed her and stood while she began sucking his pole. He fucked her face as she sucked him, and lasted only a little longer than Ron had before cumming in her mouth.

Then came the man she regretted, Harold. He was overweight and vulgar, and she wanted nothing to do with his or his slimy cock.

"Get on the table." He ordered.

Julie did as instructed, lying on her back with her head hanging over the table. Harold pressed his cock into her mouth until his hairy balls came into contact with her eyes. He reached forward and took her big tits into each hand and began squeezing them. Julie gasped as he squeezed too hard, then he began fucking her face hard and fast, driving his cock deep into her throat. She moved to get up but was held secure as the heavyset man mauled her tits. 

She felt something between her legs, then realized that someone was rubbing her cunt. She mumbled something unintelligible when she felt a finger sliding between her slit.

"Shit, guys, she's getting wet!" Frank exclaimed much to her dismay.

"I knew this bitch wanted it!" Harold shouted as he rammed his tool into Julie's throat. 

It was with great relief that Harold came and pulled out of her mouth. But then Frank took his place. Julie's eyes widened at her first glance at his cock. It was easily ten inches. And he was intent upon fucking her throat just as Harold had done.

Harold had been bad because he disgusted Julie. But Frank was worse. Partly because this was the man who was raping her as part of robbing her of her promotion. And also because his huge cock was choking the shit out of her as it drove into her throat over and over again. Like Harold, Frank mauled her tits, but not with the roughness of the cruder man. Unfortunately, Frank was able to last longer than the others and pounded away in her mouth for several minutes before groaning in delight as his cock spilled down her throat.

Doug pulled her off the table back onto the floor so that she could kneel before him while sucking his cock. She was impressed that for such a slender man his cock was bigger than average. She sucked the man who had discovered her hidden past while he stroked her hair softly. It had been some time since Doug had been with a woman and he was treasuring Julie's soft lips on his cock for all that it was worth until he exploded in her mouth.

Finally Bob took his turn in her mouth. He partially fucked her face as she sucked. And like Ron and Eric took little time to release his manjuice in her mouth.

When Bob finished Julie wiped her mouth, trying to remove the taste of their cum to no avail. She slowly stood and faced them.

"There, are you satisfied now?" She asked in disgust.

"I don't think she gets it yet." Harold said. "She still has an attitude. I saw we fuck the shit out of her now."

"Oh no you don't." She said, stepping toward her clothes.

"Get her!" Frank cried out.

Julie was grabbed by the men and pulled onto the table. She struggled and screamed but was held down. Harold knelt between her legs and began licking her moistened cunt. Julie bucked up and down on the table trying to escape his tongue but it was no use.

As Harold ate her pussy the others were groping her all over. Then Eric climbed on the table and straddled her chest. Julie looked up in time to see him place his cock between her large tits and squeeze them together. Now she was being tittyfucked as Harold continued to munch on her wet box.

Julie could feel her pussy responding and knew that Harold was going to force her to orgasm. She tried to fight it but his tongue continued to work her clit as he fucked her with two fingers. Then the inevitable overtook her. She moaned against her will as her body climaxed. 

As she was cumming Eric was pumping her swollen boobs at a frenzied pace. Julie felt Harold pulling away from her pussy, then felt his cock rubbing her lips.

"Please don't fuck me!" She cried out, but Harold shoved his pecker deep inside her. Just as he began fucking her Eric pressed her breast tighter and began spewing his cum along her neck and chin before dismounting her.

"Oh yes, you have a great pussy!" Harold called out as he plowed her hole. Julie fought back tears as she watched the homely man fucking her. 

"Here I cum!" He cried out.

"No, not inside me!" Julie begged. But Harold rammed harder and faster as his seed shot deep inside her pussy.

Next up was Billy. The nice guy who she had always been close to. 

"Sorry, Julie. But I can't resist the opportunity to fuck you." He said as he slid his stiff rod into her cunt. Billy leaned forward and sucked on her right nipple as he fucked her. This caused a reaction inside her and Julie found her body responding once more. She caught herself fucking back several times as Billy screwed her. Then she felt her climax growing close. She was about to welcome it when he came inside her and pulled out.

Ron jumped on her next. He hadn't fucked her for more than thirty seconds before Julie climaxed on his cock. Ron felt her orgasm and looked down at her with smug satisfaction as he continued pounding her hole. He fucked her to a third orgasm before cumming.

Julie was shivering when Ron pulled out of her. For someone who had cum so quickly when she blew him he had lasted much longer than expected while fucking her. She looked at Frank's long and thick rod and spread her legs, eager to feel such a big dick inside her.

"Turn over." Ron instructed.

Julie rolled over onto her stomach and Frank pulled her back so that her feet touched the floor and she leaned over the table. She moaned softly as his cock pushed inside her sopping cunt.

"Your pussy is just a little too used for me right now." He said. "Time to try out another hole."

"No!" She cried out, understanding his intent even before his cock began rubbing between the crack of her ass. Julie had never permitted anyone to fuck her ass. And definitely didn't want to start with a ten inch cock.

She was held in place by several of the men as Frank pressed his cock, made slick by her own mixture of pussy juice and sperm, against her puckered opening. She screamed when he began to push through, gaining access into her asshole little by little. Julie thought that he was going to tear her wide open as his cock continued to gain ground. Then, when he was about half way in, he began to fuck her with slow strokes, loosening her asshole more and more until he was able to ram the rest of his manhood all the way inside her.

Julie screamed once more as Franks cock drilled her completely. Her rival took great delight in plugging her virgin ass with his massive cock. Julie could do nothing else but lay there as Frank fucked her harder and faster for several minutes until he came deep in her asshole.

When he pulled out she was grabbed and pulled to the floor. Doug was beneath her and she welcomed his large cock into her pussy, happy that he didn't want to follow Frank's example. She also welcomed it because while Frank had been fucking her ass her pussy was growing hotter and hotter, and in truth, she needed another cock inside her.

Once Doug was inside her she was ready to start riding his cock, only to feel someone getting behind her. She turned to see Bob, then felt his cock rubbing her ass.

"No, please." She pleaded.

"I want that asshole too." Bob said, thrusting his cock into her already tortured chute.

Julie found herself impaled on two cocks, both ramming into her simultaneously. Her body was wracked with pain. But that same pain was also filling her with ecstasy and she found herself having multiple orgasms between the two men as the continued to fuck her. Bob came in her ass first, but continued to fuck her as she thrust her hips up and down on Doug until he climaxed.

When they pulled her off she was grabbed by Carl and Eric, who followed the lead before them as Carl fucked her pussy while Eric took her in the ass. Julie was crying out with delight as her body orgasmed over and over again until both men had cum inside her.

Once finished, Julie lay on the floor unable to comprehend how much she had enjoyed being fucked by her eight coworkers. Even though she had been forced, it had become the most satisfying ordeal of her life. She lay still, too tired to move, feeling cum dribbling out of her pussy and ass while the rest of the men began dressing.

"Getting back to the business at hand." Bob said. "I think it's time to make my decision known."

Frank looked down at Julie, enjoying his moment of triumph, then back to Bob.

Bob cleared his throat and began buttoning his shirt. "I recommend Doug to be the next chairman."

"Doug?" Frank said in shock.

"Yes, Doug." Bob continued. "Not only can he do the job of running things. But he's the one who found those pictures. And he managed to get two of you to use them to force Julie into fucking us all. And he now has her in a position to continue fucking you to keep her job. That's good management if I ever saw it."

Everyone except Frank announced their approval to Doug's promotion.

Doug accepted the promotion. "I think I'll need to transfer Frank and Harold to head up the up state productions. I have a couple of friends who I think will love to come to work for me, especially with Julie still on staff. And you can come back and sit in on some of our late night meetings anytime you want to Bob."

"Mother fucker," Frank spat. "Up state. That's the worst location to work. The last three directors up there were forced to quit for lack of production. What about Julie?"

Bob smiled. "Oh, I'm going to promote Julie to be my personal assistant. That is, as long as she's willing to continue to take care of the rest of us board members like she did tonight."

On the floor, Julie began to laugh. She may be forced to keep fucking these men to keep her job. But at least she was going to enjoy it. Frank, on the other hand, was just plain fucked."



The Meeting



Jeff had waited in anticipation of this night for a month now. Tonight was the night for the monthly meeting of the local BBSes. Jeff had originally put his BBS up after only as short while as a user. When he first got his modem he knew he wanted his own board. About 4 or 5 months after setting up the BBS he was invited to attend the Board Gathering as they called it. One of the other Sysops had talked him into going to the Gathering after which was a jaunt to a local bar where the sysops and users would all gather.

Jeff had a speacial reason for going to this particular one as he was to meet a user of his that he had been having hot chats with. There was nothing else going on between them other than they enjoyed talking to one another. They were both attached to someone else. Still Jeff was looking forward to talking to Joan.

As he was getting ready to go his BBS paged him telling him that a user wanted to talk. "Shit! ",Jeff thought, "I'll never get there if I can't get rid of this and quickly."

When he looked at the screen he noticed that it was Joan. She was about to press the keys to get off. Jeff hurriedly stabbed at the keyboard pressing the key sequence to bring her into chat.

"How may I help you dear? ",he typed on the screen.

"I may not be able to go tonight.", came the response.

"Why?", He asked.

"Because my ol man said he didn't feel like going and I have no other way there."

"Well I can pick you up if you still want to go and your other half doesn't care if I do so."

"I was hoping you would say that as I do want to go very badly. I've been cooped up in this house all month and need this night out on the town."

"No problem just give the directions to your house."

Joan hastily gave him the directions and said she'd be ready when he got there. Jeff finished getting ready and pulled up in front of Joan's house in his beatup Chevy pickup. The truck had no sooner come to a stop when Joan came bounding down the steps and hopped into the passenger side.

"Let's go!", she said cherrily.

"Is Bob going to be alright by himself tonight?"

"Of course he's a big boy and he just has a touch of sinus trouble."

"Ok and if you want we can drop off by here after supper and before going to the bar."

"Ok if it's not to much trouble."

" No trouble at all.",Jeff said as he started the truck and pulled away from the curb.

After dinner they headed back to Joan's house. As they rounded the corner Jeff noticed a car parked where his truck had pullup earlier. Joan must have noticed it, too, as she let out a angry yell.

"THAT SON OF A BITCH!", she hollered, "HE'S GOT THAT BITCH IN THERE! AFTER TELLING ME HE WOULDN'T SEE HER AGAIN!!!!"

"Should I stop then?",Jeff asked not sure how to react.

"Fuck no get me to the bar, I need some booze."

Jeff hit the gas and sped on past the house. As soon as they got into the bar Joan ordered a shot of Tequila with a Margarita chaser. She was still seething when she ordered the next shot. After about the 4th shot she began to relax a bit more.

"Can you dance, Jeff? "

"I can a little."

"C'mon and dance with me then."

Jeff let her lead him onto the dance floor. They danced to 2 or 3 songs before the DJ changed to something that niether one of them knew how to dance to. Jeff was working on his 3rd bourbon and coke, when he felt something on his leg. Glancing over at Joan she gave him a smirking smile. 

"Oh shit! what have I gotten myself into? Maybe I can get her home before she gets any bolder or drunker."

Telling everyone that Joan had had enough and he was responsible for her they left the bar.

"Want to talk about it?",he asked as they jumped into the truck.

"I don't want to go back to that house tonight.",she answered.

"Where should I take you?"

"Well I was hoping you take me somewhere and fuck my alchohol soaked brains out."

Man! A few years agot that would have been music to his ears but he was living with a woman he cared alot for, even if she didn't like to go to the computer meetings with him. She said they were boring but that he should go as it would give him a night out on the town with the gang.

"I will take you anywhere's you want to go.",he responded not sure how to act at this time with a woman in Joan's condition. "You do have a place to go don't you?"

"Yeah.", she said. "I'll tell you how to get there."

Following Joan's directions they drove until Joan's directions lead them to a dead end.

"I thought you knew how to get there."

"We are here."

"This is the big middle of Nowhere!", Jeff exclaimed.

"Exactly no one will bother us here.", She replied as she leaned over and pulled him closer to her in a passionate embrace.

Jeff tried to pull back at first but eventually succumbed to Joan's passion.

"I don't want to hurt Becky.", Jeff said voicing his objections.

"What she don't know won't hurt her, and I sure as hell ain't gonna tell her.", she purred to him.

Jeff just sat there and thought about it for a minute. They might just pull it off.

Again Joan kissed him long and passionately. "Com'on I wanna show you something." She said trying to pull him out her side of the truck.

Reluctantly Jeff followed her. She lead them through the corn feild until they came to a deep wide pool in a small creek. "Let's go for a swim.",Joan suggested as she shucked her clothes. Jeff couldn't help himself the sight of Joan's body in the moonlight started to arouse him and the achohol he had had earlier was begining to take it's effect on him. "Hell why not, the cold water would probably sober them both up.",Jeff thought to himself.

"Hurry up and peel those clothes off I want to see if that bulge in your jeans is cock or all balls or plenty of both!"

Jeff slowly pulled his shirt off and threw it on the ground, then

unfastened his jeans and slid them and his shorts down. As he did so his engorged member sprang out to full attention. Well he couldn't hide the fact that he found the situation appealing anymore. "OOOOOOww that sure does look good enough to eat." Joan said eyeing his full erection. With that she slide over to him without getting up and grabed his hardened cock in her hand and slowly slid her hand along Jeff's shaft. 

"Feels so nice and hard.... Let's see how it tastes." and placed the head against her lips and kissed it softly. 

A wave of pleasure swepted over Jeff as she did so. Pulling back from the kiss she licked her lips where a small drop of pre-climax juice had transfered itself during the kiss. 

"Mmmmmm that tastes soooo good, Let's see if there is anymore where that came from." 

Joan reached with her free hand and started to kneed and milk Jeff's balls while pumping his shaft with the

other one. Wasn't long before Joan could see, in the full moonlight, a small droplet of moisture as it collected in the egorged head.

"This is going to take too long, maybe I can get more out of it if I apply some suction." 

Joan placed the head in her mouth and began to suck his length into her warm moist mouth. Sucking and swallowing Joan was able to get his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. Reaching the base she immediately began to pull back out sucking the whole time. Just as the head began to emerge from her lips she began to move back down his shaft picking up speed with each stroke. Moving her hands to grab his ass Joan started to pull his hips into her face as she sucked his full length. Jeff was begining to like this in fact he was liking it to much as he didn't think he could hold out much longer. 

"I'm going to shoot." he moaned to her. 

She nodded her head but never stopped instead she Took his entire length again into her throat and started to swallow causeing her throat to repeatedly contract and relax on Jeffs hard shaft. That was the straw that broke the camel's back as Jeff shot spurt after warm spurt of cream down her throat. She then pulled back and started hungrily sucking and licking his juices as they spew forth out of him.

Spent Jeff's knees buckled and he sank to the ground beside of her.

"Damn I need a smoke." Jeff gasped.

"Later Darlin' it's my turn now." Joan said shaking her moonlight

breasts in front of him.

Smiling Jeff replied, "They do look awfully nice and inviting." 

He reached out and cupped Joan's breast, feeling it's weight in his hand and marveling at the softness. With his thumbs he rubbed her nipples which quickly hardened to contrast with the softness that surrounded it. He slowly bent forward and kissed them alternately. With his free hand he reached down between Joans legs to slowly rub her soft fur covered mound. Jeff was surprised to find her soaked and flowing at his first touch. 

"Mmmmmm you're already wetter than that creek in front of us and running just as steady too." 

"I need your cock inside me NOW! ",she said as she pushed him back and mounted him slipping down on his hard dick. 

She began to ride him as if there wasn't another moment left in which to be satisfied in. Spurred by the burning iside of her Joan rode him with a fury that was the only thing to quelch the burning desire pent up inside of her. Joan began to climax but each orgasm did nothing more than to spur her to move faster and harder. Where he not lost in the bliss of Joans passion Jeff would have sworn that Joan was trying to split herself in two. Joan knew that nothing short of feeling Jeff's hot gism splashing inside her that would stop the burning passion that she felt. 

It wasn't much longer before that feeling came. Joan could feel Jeff's load began to build causeing him to involuntarily tense up. Soon Joan could feel his shaft began to quiver as he shot jet after jet of thick cream inside her. 

She could feel it as it splashed against her insides. This caused Joan to release her own passion and release the pent up burning desired she had held inside her. 

As the last of the powerful orgasmic waves subsided Joan leaned forward and gently kissed Jeff,saying, "If I had of known it was going to be like this we would have skipped the bar altogether."



The Meeting



"I'm a little nervous."

"Yeah? Why?"

"I don't know I just am."

"I don't think there's a reason to be. You've wanted this for a long time."

"Yeah, I know, but wanting it and actually getting it are two different things."

"What is it that you're nervous about, the situation?"

"No, why would I be nervous of that. I'm nervous that I'm not going to do well."

"Ha! You not do well! That's something that won't happen! Look, Honey, I've known you for a long time, right?"

"Yeah."

"I know you better than anyone in this world knows you, and I know that in this, there is not a chance of you not doing well."

"Are you sure?"

"It's sure, not shore."

"Don't tease me right now. It's just that, well, I've been conversing with him for a long time, over two years, I think, and I've said a lot of shit. What if I can't uphold the crap I've said?"

"Jess, I've read most of those e-mails, and I know that there is nothing in them that you won't be able to do."

I took my eyes away from my husband's and sighed. I just didn't know, maybe I was getting cold feet. 

We are sitting in a hotel room, with one purpose. The purpose is for me to fuck the man that I had longed to for so long. It was finally happening, and I was feeling so confused and nervous that I didn't know if I was going to be able to do it. I looked back at my husband when he called my name.

"Jessica, look, I know what you have to be feeling right now. I feel a little of the same, meeting a guy that's fuck talked to my wife for a very long time, not knowing what kind of person he really is, only knowing him from his e-mails. Believe me; I know what you're feeling." 
I laughed and nodded my head. It had to be hard for him, usually guys that I fuck he knows personally, and so there are no awkward moments there. I tried to push the thoughts out of my head, and looked down at myself.

"Do I look okay, at least?"

"You look beautiful as always."

I got up and went to the full length mirror. My appearance had changed since the last pictures I had sent to him, and I wondered if he would approve. What use to be my long red hair was now shoulder length, I always cut it off right before the summer, and now it wasn't all red. I had the beautician put blonde highlights in my hair when I had it cut. She told me that it would look great like that, it would really enhance my fair complexion, and I couldn't pass that up. 

The rest of me was the same, I am still short, standing at only five foot, though, the sandals I wore gave another five inches to my height, and the mini skirt I wore made my toned legs look much longer. My eyes moved up, landing on my belly. You could see most of it, and I ran my hands along the definition lines in my tummy, lines that I had worked my ass off to achieve from long hours of Tae-Bo. My hands moved up, and over the brown shirt I wore, that read "Hottie" across the chest. I cupped my large, D sized breasts, and smiled. I moved my hands to my sides, and ran them down to my big hips, and then to my round ass. I knew my husband was watching me, so I lifted the skirt up and showed off the fact that I had not bothered to put on panties. I heard him laugh, and I wiggled my ass at him. I looked up again, into my face, with its big blue eyes, high cheeks bones, and full pouty lips. I knew I looked good; I had just wanted to confirm it. I moved back to the bed, and sat down. My husband leaned toward me.

"You should lie on the bed with your legs wide open, so the first thing he sees is your bare pussy."

I laughed and shrugged.

"Sounds good to me."

"You're so dirty."

"What? It's what he's coming here for anyway right?"

Just then there was a knock at the door, and I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest. My hands uncontrollably clasped together and my fingers began to play with each other. My husband looked at me and shook his head.

"Don't do that."

I fought my hands to unclasp and placed them beside me on the bed. I spread my legs, but not as much as my husband had suggested, just enough that he could get a good view of my legs, and maybe catch the fact that I didn't have on panties. 

I watched my husband cross the floor and go to the door, all the while I chanted in my head to the guy behind the door, "please be respectful." I knew that if the guy we were meeting was not respectful to my husband, then the meeting would be over. My husband would drag me out of the room behind him, and everything would be done. My heart thumped harder in my chest as the door swung open. I thought about reaching over to the table and lighting a cigarette to calm my nerves, but I stayed planted in my place. I heard the deep voice of our visitor, his light southern drawl, almost identical with my husband's. 

"Hello, you must be R.J."

The higher tenor voice of my husband chimed in.

"Yes I am, and you are Theron."

"Yep."

"Alright, come on in." 

I watched my husband move aside and held my breath as Theron walked in. I put my head down, but looked up to see him enter the room. There was silence between us, he looked at me, and I caught the unmistakable hint of desire in his dark eyes. My eyes moved quickly to my husband when I heard him laugh. 

"Wow, man, I really pictured you differently." 

Theron smiled and looked away from me to my husband.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not at all."

I looked confusingly at my husband and wondered how he had pictured Theron. It wasn't the best time to ask him, so I kept quiet and began to compare. 

I couldn't help but to compare the two of them as they stood together, conversing lightly. Theron stood about two to three inches taller than R.J., and his frame was leaner, that of a possible runner, R.J.'s frame is that of a linebacker. I could tell that Theron kept his body in good condition, but R.J. still out muscled him, and I think Theron took notice of that. I found it interesting that their hair was the exact same color, both had darker brown hair; both combed it back in a professional cut. Theron's face was harder, with a distinctly cut jaw line, thin somewhat pressed lips, and eyebrows that sat in a stern fashion. Theron's eyes are dark brown, so dark that you can barely see the emotion in them. R.J.'s face is more round, more boyish, he too has thin lips, but they are always ready for the mischievous smiles R.J. so loves to give, and his eyebrows set a little higher on his forehead and are spaced further apart, giving his eyes a softer look. R.J.'s eyes are one of my favorite features on him; they're vibrant green, and almost dance with his thoughts.

R.J. had offered a drink to Theron while I was comparing, and as I watched him pour something in a glass my mind began to compare again. I had seen pictures of Theron; I knew R.J. and him were not far off in the size of their cocks. In fact from what I had learned in speaking to Theron for the past two years, they were the same size in length. Both boasting an eight and half inch long cock, though, from my gatherings I assumed Theron was thicker, which scared me a little. I didn't think that anyone could get any thicker than my husband. I wouldn't know for sure until I had them both naked in front of me, and I knew that even then I'd be comparing the two of them. R.J. broke my train of thought by handing me a drink. I looked down at it and frowned, something light brown danced in my glass, and upon smelling it, my face cringed.

"What's this?"

"She speaks!"

Theron looked at me and winked and I smiled softly up at him. R.J. looked at me and gave me that mischievous smile.

"Something to calm your nerves. You're over there practically shaking the whole bed."

I looked down at the liquid again and back to my husband.

"No, really what is it?"

I gave a hard angry look at R.J. who had decided to ignore my question. I wasn't going to drink it, if he didn't tell me what it was. Theron broke my stare.

"I knew that you where from the northeast, but I really didn't think that your accent would be so strong, Jess." 

I gave a small shaky laugh. My voice sounding so much different than those of the two men whose voices had just filled the room. Mine was so much quieter, the men had spoke so loudly to each other, mine is so much higher in pitch, I sport a high alto with an uncontrollable soft vibrato, and my thick New York accent was completely opposite of the Texas accent from Theron and the mix of the Missouri and Tennessee accent that my husband has. 

"It's usually not so thick, but I'm nervous, so I can't help it."

"Why are you nervous, Jess?"

"I've not a clue."

"Well, if you drink that, you'll be better."

"Hmmm…yeah….what is it?"

My husband broke into the conversation.

"Good god child! It's Crown."

"Oh….ummmm…I'll pass thank you."

I sat the glass on the nightstand, and R.J. shook his head.

"It'll help."

"It'll taste nasty."

"Just drink it down real quick, you won't taste it."

"Ha! Yes I will. Got anything else, anything that isn't gross?"

"Not anything that isn't gross by your standards."

I stood up, and walked to the little fridge in the room. I noticed the satisfied look on Theron's face as he got his first real view of my body, and smiled to myself as I felt his eyes taking in the view. I bent down, giving both men a peak of my bare ass, as I studied the contents of the fridge. I found a bottle of beer, beer isn't to my tastes either, but it was much better than Crown Royal. Before standing completely up, I looked over my shoulder and saw both of the men staring dead on at the view I was giving them. I giggled, a reaction in me that I cannot control, and wiggled my ass at them, before standing up and moving back to the bed. Theron spoke first.

"Wow that was nice."

"Yeah I know."

I smiled, popped open the beer, and drank half of it down before taking the bottle away from my lips. I felt a little better now, but in order to calm my nervous completely I would have to get completely thrashed, and I didn't want to do that. 

"So, now what boys?"

I had dropped my voice a couple of octaves, though, I was still nervous, I was ready to do what I came here for. I was getting a little bored just sitting on the bed. They looked at each other, and then back to me. My husband smiled and stepped closer, taking my chin in his fingers.

"Maybe we should leave that up to you. I know just watching you sitting on the bed is not very exciting. Maybe you should excite us."

I looked over at Theron.

"Is that true, Theron? Are you not excited?"

He gave me a small smile.

"No, not really."

"Hmmmm….how to fix that."

I looked around the room. I could just go right into fucking them, but I didn't want to do that, nor do I like doing that. Going right into fucking always makes the sex seem mechanical and uninteresting. I had to get them more ready for it, make them horny enough to just take me, and I had to get myself ready to do whatever they thought of. My eyes landed on the armoire that held the TV. I had seen a small clock radio on the nightstand, but that wouldn't do. I needed a c.d. player. I walked over and opened the cabinet, no c.d. player but there was a vcr/dvd combo, jackpot. The DVD player would do. I walked over to my husband and whispered in his ear.

"Could you go down to the car, and get the c.d. out that's in the player?"

He nodded, excused himself, and went out the door. I smiled up at Theron and he looked at me suspiciously.

"What do you have planned for us, Jessi?" 

I laughed, and tweaked his chin.

"That my good man is a surprise. But don't worry; I think you will enjoy it."

"I would have enjoyed you just dropping to your knees and sucking my cock."

"I know you would have, but this will be better."

"Better than feeling those big soft lips around my cock?"

I laughed again.

"Okay, okay, maybe not better, but it'll be well worth your wait in feeling my throat constricting against the head of your cock." 

"You know, at first, I thought you were going to back down."

"No, I would have never backed down. I never back down from a good fuck. I'm just nervous that's all."

"Why?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I think maybe because this is the first time you and my husband have ever met. But let's not talk about it. It'll ruin the mood, and besides here comes R.J." 

I went to the door and opened it before R.J. had the chance to knock. He looked at me, smiled, and handed over the c.d. I took it to the DVD player and put it in. I fished through the first songs, finding the one that I wanted, and putting it on pause. I turned around and looked at both men smiling.

"If you would get comfortable please."

R.J. sat back down in the chair he was in before.

"Are you going to strip Jessi?"

"No, I don't think so, but I am going to dance. It'll calm my nervous more."

Theron took the other chair beside the night table and smiled up at me.

"I'd like it better if you stripped."

R.J. nodded his head in agreement.

"I know you would. We'll see where it takes us."

I winked at them both, and before I could turn the music on my husband spoke again.

"What song are you going to be dancing to?"

"You'll see."

"Fast or slow?"

"You'll see."

"Not even a hint?"

"Nope, you'll see."

I pushed play on the DVD player; I knew the music would help my nervous, music helps with just about everything. The beginning of the song was quiet, a woman moaning, I stayed motionless, and my feet spread apart, in line with my shoulders. The beat started, a medium paced song, the down beat sensual, this is where I got my rhythm, the down beat. I began to sway my hips, as the hip got to the far right or far left I would pop it hard, doing I guess what could be called, "a Brittany Spears move." The song is "Number One Crush" by Garbage, it's one of my favorites, and I go into a type of trance as the music moves along. The singer's sultry voice chimes in with the music, and so does mine. I drop my voice as low as hers, using the same inflections, the same melodious rhythm, the men stare at me. My hands go to my sides, where I slowly rub up and down as I keep my hips swaying.

	""I would die for you, I would die for you.
	 I've been dying just to feel you be my side
	 To know that your mine.""

A break in the verse, and I begin to move my legs, bringing them slowly together and then apart again, moving my ass back and then forward, practically popping my lower back as I move. My hands move up to my breasts, then to my neck, I sweep my hair up. I'm staring into space, completely entranced in song, as the singer and I keep in time with each other. I move my hands along my body, my body moves as though I'm fucking the air. My whole body stops and I look dead on at Theron, my voice and the singers together, as I stare at him.

	""You will believe in me
	 And I can never be ignored.""

I see a smile play on his face as I begin to dance again, though I move slowly with the down beat, I can feel small lines of sweat in my hair. It's hard to dance slowly like this, especially on heels as high as mine, without falling down, but dancing, especially sexually enhanced dancing, has always come easy to me. My hands move to my mid-drift with the next verse. My fingers rake against the skin of my tummy, leaving small noticeable lines. 

	""I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
	 I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
	 And tear it apart.""

As the last lines of the verse disappear, I find myself on my knees, never once has my skirt come up to give them a peak of my pussy, I know how to keep them wishing for it. I put my hands on the floor in front of me, mocking a crawl as I sing the next verse. 

	""I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me.""

I don't crawl, but move my body back and forth, popping my ass up and down, bringing it low to the ground and then as high in the air as my bended position will allow. I easily pull myself up onto my feet and slowly move to a standing position. I move along with the song's ending, and when the music dies, I stand completely still in the silence of the room. No one talks, but my husband motions me over to him. When I get to him, he takes my hand and places it on his cock. I can feel his hardness through his jeans and I smile. With the way I'm bent, I know Theron can see my bare ass and pussy, I don't acknowledge it, and I keep staring at my husband. He smiles at me, not his usual playful smile, but one filled with a mounting lust. 

"With that show you just put on, I believe that your friend might be in need of some servicing." 

I nod, and look at Theron. I can see the bulge in his pants, and my nervousness leaps into full gear again, though, my pussy is now beginning to throb. 

"I believe that you should go over there and suck his cock. Show him exactly what he came here for." 

I look at my husband, perplexed at the fact that he has giving Theron first go. Usually my husband would have brought me to him, grabbed my head, and pushed me down to his cock, but he has given up his turn to our guest. I say nothing about it; I really don't want to hear an explanation. I move my hand from R.J.'s grasp and go to Theron. I drop to my knees in front of him, and rub my hand against the bulge. I smile playfully up at him. 

"Is it true, do you need my services?" 

His hand comes up under my chin and he gives the same lustful smile of my husband.

"You know it is, Jessica." 

I look towards my husband again, before I free Theron's cock. He says nothing but those vibrant green eyes are staring directly at me, with hardness and desire in them that I rarely see when we are alone. I turn my attention back to Theron and a slight uncontrollable moan comes from me as I look at his cock. He is thicker than my husband, and this excites my nervousness more, and brings fear into me. I bring my tongue out and lick up the shaft of Theron's cock. I feel it jump a little and I smile, before placing the head into my mouth. I take a deep breath and push my head down, capturing a little more than half of his cock. I begging to bob my head up and down, slowly fucking my mouth with his cock, letting my spit slide down the shaft. I moan again as I feel the contrast of the rigid shaft and smooth head. I start moving a little faster, until I hear R.J.'s voice, deeper than usually, and a little sing-songy, as though he is berating a small child. 

"Jessica, Jessica! Take more of your friend's cock. He wants to feel the back of that sweet throat!"

I move up, replacing my mouth with my hand and look at my husband with a mixture of anger and desire in my eyes. I couldn't believe he spoke to me like that, I found it to be rather rude. My voice is flat in my anger as I speak to him.

"But I can't. His too big, cock's too wide."

The statement comes out sounding very matter-of-factly, and as I look at my husband my eyebrow quirks up in my defiance to take all of Theron's cock. Theron and R.J. give each other a look that I couldn't quite read. I move my eyes to study Theron's cock. There is just no way I can get it all down. I can get R.J.'s down, but that's only because I've had years of practice, and even with that practice, I usually choke on the first try. Theron was wider, there was just no way I could do it and pull out of the choking. Theron was the next one to speak up. 

"Jessi, you will take my cock! Even if I have to force it down, you will take it!"

I looked up at him wide-eyed, the blue color of my eyes growing darker as I become angrier. I look at my husband, and he sits nodding in agreement with Theron. 

"You wanted this Jessi. I agreed to it, and now you will be a good little girl and you will do what we both came here for!"

His voice is harsh with his command, and I wonder if I made the right choice in doing this. I know I can't pull away, even though there is this argument now, my lust to feel both of the cocks in this room is growing, and I won't be satisfied until I have them. I say nothing as I move my head back down to Theron's cock. I place his cock back in my mouth, stopping at the same point I had before. I look up at Theron, my defiance still showing. He shakes his head, and looks at R.J. before looking back at me.




The Meeting



I sat on the bus and looked out of the window. This was the day I would meet my Master. I was nervous, excited and scared at the same time. Florida was so far away from Seattle, where I grew up. I was suppose t come down here for a week to start my training in person.

Finally, the bus pulled into the terminal. I looked out of the window again. It's after dark. I grab my bag and stepped off of the bus. I walked over to the pay phone and called the number that you have given me. My heart pounded in my chest as the phone rang.

"Hello" I heard a voice say in a soft British accent.

"M... Master, It's Julie. My..."

*click* I heard the line go dead. I sat there, stunned. I looked around and spotted a vending machine and bought a few snacks. I sat eating my candy bar, feeling the warm Florida breeze on my neck. I look down at my watch. It was really late.

I stood up and decided that I should better stay at t cheap motel across the street. I stand and walk past the vacant lot.

Suddenly, I feel hand grab my from behind. A piece of duct tape is placed over my mouth before I can yell out. A blindfold swiftly covers my eyes. I feel him pull me into the vacant lot. I try to pull a way when he says, "If you do NOT do everything I want, you will be stripped of all your clothing, robbed, and left to stand here naked for all to see."

"Do you understand me?" he said with a strong Georgian accent. I nodded slowly. Where was Master?

"Well, do you agree to what I want?" he asked again. I nodded again. "When I remove the tape, I'm gonna fuck your mouth till the juice squirts down your throat, and you'll drink it all...But if you scream or try any tricks, ALL your clothes come off, AND I'll beat your ass 'till it's RAW! Understood?"

I whimper and nod my head again. Suddenly, I remember that I had to go to the bathroom really bad. I start to squirm.

What's the matter?" the man asks. I point down to my pussy. The man laughs.

"Oh...So you WANT to get fucked, eh?" I shake my head, and motion with my hands some more, a point again at my pussy.

"Oh, I see," he said, "you need to pee, right?" I nod again and squirm. I have to go so bad! I feel the man's hand go under my skirt and I know he can feel that I'm wet.

The man lifts up my skirt and in one swift motion, rips off my thong panties. He spreads my legs and places a small cup between my thighs. My stomach is camping so bad by now, that I can't hold back any longer. I slowly start to go to the bathroom. I blush bright red. Here I am, peeing in a tin cup for a man in an abandoned lot, and part of me is getting turned on! I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to pee into a man's mouth...

I finally finish and the man grabs my head, a pushes it down onto his penis. He remove the tape from my mouth and let out a soft yelp.

"Do it now, Bitch. Remember what I told you."

I have no choice. I open my mouth and gently lick the tip. I can taste the salty precum. I wrap my lips around the tip and gently start to suck. I run my tongue along the bottom if his cock. It's so big, I wonder how I could fit it all down my throat.

Suddenly, the man grabs my head and forces his entire cock down my throat. I can feel it eNote my throat and I start to choke and gag.

"Relax your throat muscles and swallow the dick completely, or I will choke you." The man chuckles, "may not be a bad way for you to go, eh?"

I decided to try it. I relaxed my throat and felt his huge cock go all the way down my throat. I was amazed that I could get the whole thing in there!

The man grabs me by the hair and rams his dick in out of my throat, thoroughly fucking my face. I can't help my self, I'm getting so wet.

After a few minutes, I felt his cock shudder and felt him cum into my mouth. I greedily swallow like a mad woman. I savored his manly taste as I lick all that I can from his wonderful dick. The man pulls his dick out of my mouth. 

"Now get down on your hands and knees like the good bitch you are." He says to me. I obediently get on my hands and knees, longing to feel his wonderful cock in my tight, wet pussy.

The man gets behind me and spreads my legs wider, so that I am completely open to him. Suddenly, he rams his hard cock into me. I can't help myself, I cum instantly. He fucks me with long, powerful strokes. I can hear him grunting behind me. I let out a low moan. I couldn't believe it! I was being raped by complete stranger in a state I've never been in, and I was ENJOYING it! I feel myself cumming again.

I notice my body is starting to shake. I yell out as my orgasm lets loose. I feel myself come again and a gain.

The man speeds up his thrusts into me. Suddenly, he lets out a loud growl and empties I can feel him cum deep inside of me. 

He pulls out of me swiftly and I feel suddenly so empty. I sit up to say something, but the man gently touches my lips. I feel something being put into my hands. The blindfold is taken off of my eyes.

I look down and see that he gave me back my torn panties. The man grabs my hand. I look up at him.

"Are you ready to come home with me now, Pet?" he asked in a BRITISH accent. I looked up at him a gasped.

"Master?" I asked. He smiled and pulled me into his arms and kissed me on my forehead.

"Come, pet. There's is much for me to teach you..." 



The Meeting



It was a warm day outside. I had worn a skirt that came to just above my knees, and a blouse. 

Nothing too fancy, the skirt brown, the blouse white. You could almost make out the lacy white bra underneath.

He was a prospective client and the meeting was at his office. It was a policy of ours to meet new clients in an environment where they felt comfortable, so I was on my way to see him. I entered the building and instantly felt the air-conditioner. I could feel my nipples rising to the temperature, so sudden the change, for a second I had to catch my breath. I informed the lady at the information counter, of my pending appointment. 

She got on the phone, then directed me to the elevators. Fifth floor, turn left, at the end of the hall. I headed for the lifts and started up. Loosening my blouse alittle more and straightening my skirt, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the job ahead. I had heard he was a hard man. Other firms had met with him but, as yet,he had not chosen. It was my turn.

I stepped off the elevator and turned left. Following the corridor down and left, I came to a door. 

"Gary James - Director". I knocked on the door and waited. A voice inside said, "Enter." I took another deep breath and opened the door. He sat behind his desk, a dark mahogany thing, it sat in the center of the room. To the right 

was a small mini-bar, to the left, shelving. Behind him was a large window looking out over the city below. He rose from his leather chair and extended his hand. He was taller than I had imagined. Taller then me. His rugged features 

showed him to be as they had all said, a hard man. His jaw line was so defined with a small amount of stubble, otherwise he was clean shaven. His hair was short and well kept. A nice brown colour that matched his eyes. His body contures could easily be seen beneath his business shirt, and his pants hugged his body.

He shook my hand, a very strong handshake, "Gary James, Miss Wood. It is miss isn't it?" 

He smiled with his eyes and lips.

"It is Mr James. Thankyou for agreeing to see me today."

"Always have time for a beautiful woman, and it's Gary. Please, sit down, can I get you anything?" 

He motioned to the seat across the desk from him.

"Ah, thank you, no I'm alright."

"Very well, shall we get started then."

"Gary, as you know, with your new company you need legal representation. We hope you never have to use us, but would like to assist you in any way we can."

He sat back in his chair, listening. His eyes wondered over mine, then down my neck to my chest. I suddenly became aware of my breasts, hard and straining against the confines of my bra. I breathed deeply, settling my nerves, and 

continued with my presentation, all the while his eyes bore into my flesh.

"So you see Gary, our services are the best in town and we would be honoured to assist you in any legal endevours you undertake."

"Mmm, you certainly know your stuff, and give a good presentation, but what about you. What services do you provide?"

"Excuse me. I'm not sure I get what you are asking. I am a legal assistant. I would be assisting you and our attorneys with whatever they need."

"So, whatever I need too?"

"Yes. With a legal prespective in mind."

I could sense that he meant so much more. His eyes were transfixed on my chest. My breath became ragged as I became aware of the pulse in my groin. He was a handsome man and he was turning me on with a gaze.

"Just a legal perspective?"

He stood and walked from behind his desk. He was a very handsome man with a commanding presense to him. 

"Nothing more?" he asked, standing behind my chair.

He was so close I could feel his heat, smell his cologne. My head began to spin with the scent of him. 

"I couldn't persuade you otherwise?" His hand rested lightly on my shoulder. My breath caught in my lungs and I stood to face him, determine to put him in his place.

"Mr James....." His eyes penetrated mine and my protest drifted away.

He leaned closer to me, our mouths inches apart, "Yes?" he breathed.

He stepped around the chair and pulled me close, his hands on my hips.

"Mr James..... Gary.... we shouldn't..." my voice trailed off as his lips captured mine. He tasted so sweet, his tongue dueling with mine. He walked me back to his desk, the top resting against my legs. I pushed my chest out, 

allowing my breasts to run across his chest, his hands moved over my arse, squeezing the cheeks together and apart. 

My leg slipped between his, his cock nestled into my groin, his balls on my leg, my hands on his arse pulling him to me. 

Our lips parted. "Now this is the kind of service I was looking for."

His eyes smiled as he slowly undid my blouse, exposing my bra and breasts. I ached for him to touch and release them. 

He bent his head down and opened his mouth onto one breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth, through the material of my bra. A moan escaped my lips and my hand wedged itself between us, running eagerly over his hardening cock 

beneath his pants. I could feel my pussy getting wetter with each minute that passed. Finally he undid my bra, my breasts falling into his waiting hands.

"Oh, that feels so good." 

I moved him over to the chair and sat him down. His hand still grabbing and playing with my nipples, I undid his pants, pulling the zipper down. My hand delved inside and pulled out his cock. So big and so hard, my hand glided 

over the shaft, feeling the length and breadth of him. My pussy spasmed and grew wetter with the thought of that huge muscle filling me. I lowered my head and placed his cock onto my lips, my tongue snaking out to caress his head. 

He groaned softly, sliding down a little further to allow me more access. I had one hand on his shaft, the other slid under my soaked panties, to my throbbing pussy. As my tongue licked and nuzzled his cock, my fingers probed the 

entrance to my pussy, one finger finding my clit and gently flickering over it. My lips parted slightly, the head of his cock just inside my mouth. He could feel my wetness and heat, one hand resting on my head, urging me to take him 

whole. I resisted, despite wanting him so much. My fingers slid into my pussy. First one, then two, then three, I was so wet and horny. My mouth closed around the head of his penis. Without moving I began to suck hard on him, urging im to cum in my mouth. My fingers played harder and faster in my pussy and on my clit.

Moving my mouth off his cock for a second, I leaned in to his ear, "I want you to fuck me so hard."

At that he rose again from the chair. Pulling me to my feet, he turned me around and pushed me onto the desk, my face resting against the cool polished wood. He pushed my skirt up over my hips, and pulled aside my underwear. 

In one movement he entered me, pushing his cock so hard into my pussy. Despite my juices, it was a tight fit and for a second there was pain, as he pushed his width into me with force. My legs spread wider for him and he began 

to pound in and out of me. His balls bounced over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. One hand was on my shoulder, pulling me back with every thrust. The other gently spanked my arse, causing redness but no pain, only lust. 

I pushed my hips back into him with ever thrust, his cock reaching deep into me. I grabbed onto him with my muscles, making it tighter for him.

"Oh God, yes," he groaned.

I moaned with every movement, his balls still stimualting my clit.

After what seemed like hours of him pounding into me, he withdrew from my pussy. Covered in my juices, he placed his cock at my arse and gently pushed in. It was tight and hurt alot. He kept pushing till he was fully inside me. 

Holding there and not moving, he placed two fingers into my pussy, With this new combination, he thrust once and came in my arse. His digging fingers and convulsing cock in my arse, brought me to the edge and over. My body shook with his as I climaxed.

He leaned forward, still inside me, his lips leaving soft kisses on my back. He withdrew and put my underwear back into place. I stood and rehooked my bra, my hands shaking as I did my blouse up, and walked over to my briefcase. 

He placed his spent cock back inside his pants.

"So, Gary, what do you say about the proposal?"

"I'm not completely sure yet. I will need you to come by again sometime and explain it in more detail."

"I believe I can do that. I'll consult my diary and let you know what day is good."

"Very well. It was nice to meet you Miss Wood."

"Nice to meet you too Mr James."

We shook hands and I left the room.



The Meeting



She sits waiting, she knows He will come soon. He called her when He started His journey to her. He gave her instructions and she has followed them to the letter. She knows when He comes she wants to please Him, this will be their first meeting… She sits and listens to her heart beat and feels in her stomach the anxiety as it flutters about. 

He is coming… She breathes in deep and closes her eyes, her mind wanders to thoughts of what is to come. She sits dressed as He asked her to be, her body fresh and clean, her skin fragrant with a soft flowery scent, one she hopes makes Him smile and pleased. Her fingers run over the hose she wears for Him… black ones, the feel of them under her fingers sensual to her as well, she smiles and the phone rings she reaches for it knowing it is Him calling…

He is almost here, she stands now at the door waiting for Him. As she hears his car pull into the driveway she waits, her heart beats faster and her smile nervously twitches on her lips. She waits to hear His knock and then moves her hand to the door handle, an overwhelming need and excitement fill her as she opens the door….

When the door opens He stands before Her, His eyes seem to speak to her as she looks in them. There is a power in them as she feels them upon her, she lowers her eyes and smiles, "Hello Master" she says to Him.

As she moves back from the door and He steps in He brushes past her, she feels a tingle run through her as He does. She closes the door behind Him, her mind racing her heart beating, she turns to Him as His hand reaches out and touches her cheek. 


She smiles and looks up at Him once more, His eyes reach inside of her, she blushes as His hand then moves to her hair, He pulls her to Him his lips softly touch hers, a kiss so full of want and need and yet so soft. The kiss she has waited on for so long…Her heart and head race and she feels warmth spread through her as He pulls back from her and stands looking at her…

He looks around and His eyes fall on the cuffs that wait for Him on the table. She moves towards them and sits on the sofa, He stands over her and picks up one of the cuffs. 

He stands before her, his hands work the leather and caress the red fur lining as He looks at her, she lifts her wrist to Him and He gently buckles the cuff on her…she looks up at Him as He does, her eyes sparkling with tears that come from the joy as she feels the connection from her wrist to her heart and to Him… 

He reaches back for the other cuff and buckles it on her too. Then He sits next to her, His hand runs over her leg and under her skirt, the feel of His hand on the stockings electric and exciting…. 

She feels the touch of His fingers as they sneak inside of her hose and then ever so gently they caress her damp mound. His fingers brush over her lips wet from the thought of Him. He sinks them into her deeper, feeling her wet warmth take Him in. 

He knows she is ready for Him for He prepared this moment carefully and with now it will all come together. He has but to ask and she will do as He asks. 

Her heart has taken Him in so easily. The feel of Him in her and so close making her head spin, her heart catches as she feels Him there. She moans and eases her eyes closed, He speaks to her telling her she is His and asking her what it is she wants now. 

She sits His hand on her and His voice pushing her now, she knows what she needs. Her mind so full of Him and her heart aching for His touch she closes her eyes and then opens them, tears glistening in them she smiles at Him. 

He asks her then. "Do you want to cum are You ready for me my sweet one?"

She moans and then utters in a low voice, "Oh yes Master"… "Please Master"….. Her voice is full of a passion that has grown for so long inside of her for Him. Her need is so great. 

His fingers sink deeper inside of her and she wiggles under His touch as he feels her wetness spreading over them. She cums for Him, she has needed this release for so long now.

He smiles at her and then pulls his fingers from her and teases her, He lifts them to His lips and tastes her then reaches to her own lips and shares it there as well. 

He leans back from her and looks in her eyes, he sees in them the passion he has read from her and heard in her voice… He looks around the room now and as He sits next to her asks her if dinner can wait for a bit. 

She tells Him yes and then He rises, taking her by the silver D rings on her cuffs He watches as she stands. Once they stand next to each other, He once again reaches down and kisses her lips , soft and gentle with a need growing. 

She walks toward the hallway and He follows her. She walks smiling into her bedroom with Him right behind her.

He walks up to her and pulls her to Him close, His eyes look down at her, they are dark and as she stares into them she feels His power. He kisses her again, and then sits her on the side of the bed…

He kneels down in front of her His hands running over the stockings she wears for Him. He runs His hands up and down over them, then he moves them up and grabs at her breasts…gently kneading them he looks once more into her eyes, He speaks to her softly telling her how good she feels and how beautiful she is … 

She breathes deeply her breaths shortened as His fingers touch her again and again. His lips tease her and with His breath hot on her skin she moans and sinks back… 

He tells her to take off her shirt. She reaches up with unsteady hands and pulls it off, her breasts heave as she feels His hands on her now. He reaches out and takes hold of her wrist cuffs, he lifts them to His lips and kisses them. She smiles and knows that between her legs a wetness grows now for Him, because of Him. And His touch. 

He pulls her to her feet and then she steps out of her skirt. He then grasps her breasts in His hands and kisses her once more. He lowers her to the bed again and then tells her to lay back for Him. 

As she moves back He reaches out and stops her telling her to uncover her breasts, she reaches up and loosens the hooks on the front of her bra and pulls it off. 

Then with only the black hose left on she leans back on the pillows as His hands guide her. He sits beside her and then lowers Himself next to her on the bed…His lips touch her shoulders and He kisses softly down to her breasts, His hands groping and kneading them as He suckles and tastes her. 

She moans and moves beneath Him as He takes from her what she has. His hands slides over her and downward, the feel of His fingers as they glide over the hose, His lips as they softly caress her kissing and tasting as they go… 

She moans louder and his hand grips her wet pussy through the hose she wears, He moans and whispers to her asking her does she want to cum…

She begs to Him "please Master please…" He slowly moves away from her and stands.

"Not yet my sweet girl not yet "He says, then He walks to the bathroom and finds what he looks for on the counter.

He walks back to her scissors in hand and leans down over her, carefully He cuts through the hose, opening up the crotch wet with her passion and then after placing the scissors on the table beside the bed leans over her once more this time His tongue teasing her, tasting her….

He moves now positioning Himself between her legs He glances up at her and then lowers His face between her legs. His tongue tickles her lips and she wiggles and moans, her hips moving up to greet His touch. 

He tells her to raise her hands over her head and she does, the silver rings on her cuffs clinking as she stretches them above her grasping the brass headboard holding on as if for dear life. 

She groans and moans and moves beneath His tongue and hands, her wetness seeping from her, He laps greedily and moans as He tastes her.

He moves his hand and with one finger rims her, her hips rise up and she moans loudly as He feels the wetness flood from her stronger. 

He moans softly as He tastes her, His hands busy themselves also and He moves up over her. He lays next her now and as His hands linger over her He tells her He is ready to cum… 

She sits and looks at Him then leans up her hands gliding over Him till she feels Him, hard and ready for her. She smiles and moans softly as she kisses His cock, then gently licks the tip and runs her tongue around it moaning softly. 

His taste is making her hungry for more, she takes Him in now, savoring the feel and taste of Him. Her tongue runs over the length of Him as her mouth swallows Him down. 

He feels her warmth and greedy for more he holds her by the hair and holds Himself deep inside of her throat. He tells her He will cum for her, He holds her tight and then she feels the warmth of Him as he erupts deep in her throat. 

She tastes Him and she moans, swallowing Him, tasting Him… His grasp on her slowly releases, she pulls back and His cock falls out of her mouth, she bends close and kisses it. He moans and His hips move as the sensation spreads through Him. 

He lays back now and pulls her to Him, He speaks to her in a whispering voice. He comes close to her, His face above hers he kisses her, the taste of Him on her lips and in her mouth…they share now. 

He strokes her and whispers to her of beauty and love, of what He wishes and wants to give her. Her heart feels Him and her mind takes Him in, listening to Him, feeling Him. He holds her. He pulls her over on top of Him and he talks more. 

She listens to Him and smiles, she believes in her heart all He says. As they lay together their fingertips wandering over each other, His hand reaches down and teases her lips again, making her hips wiggle back and forth ever so slightly. 

He moans and He tells her she has pleased Him. She knows He will please her now. The touching and talking has made Him grow again, His cock hard once more. 

She lies still as He pulls her hands over her head, grasping the rings on her cuffs. He tells her to hold them there and she says to Him, "Yes Master". 

He rises up and looks down at her as she lies there waiting for Him to have his way with her now…. 

She moans as His fingers play inside of her, He moves between her legs with His hands touching her making her moan and want. 

He kneels between her legs on His knees, He pulls her legs up to His chest running His hands over the stockings. He has ripped her Hose open more and now He moves forward and into her slowly. His cock hard now and ready to feel her wetness, He moves slowly inside of her teasing her as He goes. 

He strokes in and pulls back slowly, His eyes looking at hers, locked together as He smiles at her. He feels her warmth and wetness inviting Him in deeper and deeper. 

She grips the headboard with her cuffed hands, her moans telling him what she feels is real now. 

He moves inside of her slowly, feeling her wetness as it grows His cock begs for release now too. He feels her as she moves beneath Him now, ready and wanting. 

She feels the orgasm as it rises up now. His rhythm more intense now she looks up and sees Him, his head held back a look of pleasure on His face. She hears him moan and feels the shudder inside of her strengthen. He pumps into her now stronger and harder. 

The feel of her wetness making Him feel His own urgency. He moves down over her and drives His cock deeper now, He tells her He is fixing to fill her. He pushes deep and hard once more and she explodes. The flood of wetness from her met with his own… together they moan and shudder with orgasm, hers and His together. 

Weak and sated they lay once more together, side by side and as He holds her the tears come to her eyes that she has held back for so long. He holds her and wipes them away, telling her now, she belongs to Him… And as the tears gently fall over her cheeks, she knows that she has waited for this so very long, her heart now has a home…He has come to her and taken her and now she belongs…



The Meeting



So now, after having been put in his place by the VP and the HR Manager, he was completely under their control. Most of the time, it actually felt just right, a good place to be. But every once in awhile he himself starting to slip into old habits. He usually caught himself before it became an issue, before he actually told some secretary that her "ass looked hot in that skirt," or purposely brushed up against one of the women in the narrow hallway.

He always managed to catch himself by recalling how coming under their control had been a blessing both personally and professionally. He'd found that he enjoyed the act of subservience. Serving Mistress VP- he was hers- felt like a privilege, he enjoyed worshipping her and being under her command. It made him more productive at work and the personal benefits were many. And his obedience had been rewarded. On the job, he had gotten promoted twice already and found himself working closely with the VP and the HR Manager to, among other things, solve just the sort of problem he'd been. In addition to his regular tasks, he'd become sort of a recruiter, identifying employees who needed to be dominated, either because they had an obvious submissive nature or because they were overcompensating and needed to be put in their place. In the 8 months since he'd found himself with his legs in the air, greedily sucking the HR Manager's strap-on and begging for more of Mistress VP's in his ass, he'd identified five candidates, four of which had actually worked out. They were evenly split- two women, two men. The latest was an attractive girl with jet black hair that fell well below her shoulders and a firmly-shaped but soft figure. Just the sort he normally would have hit on. It was hard remembering his purpose when he'd asked questions to gauge her interest. It was all very hush hush. Nothing explicit, just some questions to get a sense of whether they might be open to such an arrangement. Sara's demeanor seemed to beg for it- she was very quiet, with a doe-eyed innocence, but also an underlying sensuality that came through if you sat down and talked to her. Once he had a hunch he'd arrange an interview with the VP and HR Manager. They took it from there. Even though he could tell if they now belonged to Mistress VP, most of the time he never heard another word about the person. 

Sara was sitting across the table from him, taking minutes, while the VP and several of her Department Heads went back and forth about something he'd lost track of long ago. He was bored, his mind started to drift, and the old habits returned. He started playing the mental game that Mistress VP had forbid, the one where he'd pass the time in slow meetings by looking around the table and imagining what each woman would look like if he bent them over the conference table and took them doggy style, slapping their ass with each stroke; and then if they were on their knees with his cum on their lips and chin. He'd score each 'event' and then declare an overall winner. Sara was new to the competition and he was sure she'd be a contender. Instead of taking notes, he jotted down their scores, purposely skipping Mistress VP because that seemed like too much of a violation. As usual when he played the game, he wasn't completely hard, just at the point of soft swelling- nothing visible. But when he got to Sara, he could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, creating a visible bulge. He slid his chair a little further under the table to avoid being caught and went about trying to discreetly adjust himself. It was then that he noticed the silence. Everyone was staring at him, obviously anticipating an answer. The expectant looks on everyone's face didn't really intimidate him- he came up the usual BS answer that 'he'd have to look into it before he could offer a definitive answer.' 

It was the look on the VP's face that threw him. She knew. It was obvious from the "you've been naughty" stare and the smirk that began to show on her face as she thought about how to punish him. She immediately dismissed the meeting, but asked Sara and him to stay behind for a moment. As the last person was leaving she asked her to close the door. Adam closed the spiral notebook he used in meetings, hoping she wouldn't notice that, too. They all sat in silence for a few seconds as Mistress VP smiled and chuckled to herself, first looking him over and then glancing at Sara.

"Stand up. You've been playing that game again haven't you?" Adam stood, saying "Not really," but then realizing that not only his words had betrayed him but, even more obviously, his hard cock pointing across the table. "As usual, you're a pathetic liar. I thought we beat that out of you."

Sara looked stunned. Adam could tell that although she'd been recruited for just this sort of thing it hadn't actually happened yet. At first she looked down, as if to pretend not to see or hear what was happening, and then she said something about 'this seems like a private matter' but she said it so meekly that he could barely hear it. Before she could finish, Mistress VP gave her a stern but inviting look and said "Don't worry, this is exactly where you belong. You'll see."

Mistress VP returned her attention to him saying, "Let's see how everyone did this time," while walking around the table and then opening his notebook. As she glanced at the scores, Adam still standing there with his dick hard, and Sara alternating between looking at the floor and taking it all in, Mistress VP added, "Just so you understand, my pet, Adam here has been a very naughty boy. He likes to play games. He likes to pass the time by imaging the women of this office sucking and fucking him. Women he will never have, women who are far superior to him. I thought I had broken him of that but I can see my work is not yet done."

Sara shifted in her seat, as if starting to get up to leave.

"Sit still, Sara. It's time you came to understand some things. First I'll show you his place in our world and then I'll teach you yours. I'm guessing that from what I know of you that you are not only okay with that but it's what you've been wanting for awhile. Am I right?"

Sara was speechless, only turned red with embarrassment, and then found her full voice for the first time. "Yes… yes, maam."

"You do mean Mistress, correct?"

"Yes Mistress."

She turned back to the notebook looking amused as she read. While she ran her fingers over the sheet with one hand, she grabbed his cock with the other, testing its firmness. "Seems like we have a winner. Adam here thinks you're something special. Highest rating of everyone," as she yanked one his cock, "Can't you tell?"

Mistress VP walked halfway all the way around the table and stood behind Sara. She gave a wicked smile as she first rested her hands on Sara's shoulders and then began to caress them. Sara stayed in her seat, breathing heavy, the urge to leave now long gone as she arched her back and Mistress VP's hands slid down to her upper chest, then to cup her breasts, and finally her fingers coming together to tweak Sara's nipples. Sara purred a little, and then groaned with an intensifying pleasure when Mistress VP sharply pinched and held her nipples. Mistress VP pulled her hands away and stepped back, Sara still trying to arch her back and push her nipples into her hands. Mistress VP laughed and walked back around to Adam.

"You're still hard. Do you still think Sara rates high? How high did the sight of me touching her rate? Don't bother to tell me, you're harder than ever."

She stood behind him, pressing her breasts into his back while grabbing his cock with one hand and pulling one of his nipples with the other. "So you'd like to jerk off, huh? We'll see about that. Take off your clothes. I'll be back."

As she disappeared into the side office Adam began to undress. Sara still sitting there, now watching without any trepidation. He quickly shed my clothing, hard cock now in the open air, and Sara pulled her own nipples with one hand, put a finger under her skirt with the other, and the put her finger in her mouth to taste her own wetness. She only did it once, as if afraid of getting caught. I stood still once naked, and stayed in silence for the three or four minutes that Mistress VP was gone.

When she returned, she was carrying a small bag and wearing a black and red corset, perfectly fitted, stockings, heels, and her favorite strap-on. Adam's dick jumped, and Sara was on the verge of losing her mind.

"Did you touch yourself, dear? I bet you touched yourself, didn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Sara said, "just once."

"Once is more than enough. You need to learn your lesson. But first, let's get Adam situated."

Mistress VP pulled out a good-sized butt plug and some lube and ordered Adam to sit on the edge of the conference table. The plug had a suction cup base. She worked the plug into his ass and then told him what he was to do for them. "You're going to put on a little show. Since you like to visualize women riding your cock we're going to watch you ride one. Sit on the table so you're riding that plug as if you were a women riding a cock. I don't just want you to sit there, you need to really work it, to ride it and rock back and forth. Pretend it's my dick since I know you like that so much."

He obeyed the Mistress, sitting on the table so that the dildo's suction base was attached, and began to slowly rock back and forth.

"That's good, that's what we like to see. A nice cock in that ass. Does it feel like Mistress' cock?"

With that she stood on top of the table and dangled her cock in front of my face. "Show me how much you appreciate my cock. Show me that you belong to this cock, that you belong to Mistress' cock. Lick it, suck it, show me how greedy you are for it." As he devoured Mistress' cock, she turned her head to Sara and said, take off your clothes too, I want to see you play with those nipples. I want to see how you touched yourself. But don't even think of getting an orgasm."

Sara did exactly as she was told, feverishly grabbing and pulling her nipples, her other hand touching her clit until she came close and then removing her hand to lick the wetness. This really got him going, and Mistress seemed to enjoy the job he was doing.

"Yes, you're always a good little slut when it comes right down to it. At the very least, you treat Mistress' cock right. And I can see why you rated Sara so high. " Then, abruptly, "Stop both of you. Adam, you just sit there for awhile and watch as I give Sara the spanking you deserve."

With that, she sat in one of the chairs and pulled Sara over her knee so that her ass stuck up just right. Mistress VP first softly held each bare ass cheek as if to get a feel for it, then caressed each, and then finally let loose a slap that made him understand why her office was so far away from everyone else's. Sara gave the usual initial reaction of pain, but the "ouch" was quickly followed by a deep-throated groan of pleasure that surprised even the Mistress. "So I see that you like that. Good, let's do some more."

As Mistress VP spanked Sara's ass with her bare hand, Sara squirmed with delight, working her ass into the air as if trying to make sure that Mistress had the best angle. Sara began a steady moan of delight that peaked whenever Mistress' hand came down on her cheeks. Sara's nipples were protruding beyond belief. The sight of this got me going, he could see the pre-cum on the tip of my penis.

"So now I guess you're both my little sluts. Is that right?"

They both said "yes, mistress," as she stopped spanking Sara and motioned her to kneel on the floor. Sara did so, and Adam could tell that she, too, she was wondering what was next.

"Let's see if that's really true. We'll see who the better slut is, who loves Mistress' cock the best."

With that she had Adam remove the plug and lie on his back at the edge of the table. "Sit for a minute and imagine what it's going to be like for the Mistress to fuck that ass again. As for you, my dear, it's your turn to watch for a little while. I want you touch yourself but don't cum until he's about to. I want to see you both cum at the same time. Better get it right."

Mistress VP pulled out another plug and set Sara up just like I had been. Sara had obviously taken plugs in the ass before because she worked it in without much too much effort. As Sara began to work her ass on the plug, while playing with her clit and occasionally pulling her nipples, Mistress VP stood over Adam and dabbed her fingertip in the pre-cum that had collected on the tip of his penis. "Here, consider this the appetizer," as she placed her finger in his mouth, "make sure you swallow it. Such a good little slut- you're catching up with Sara. Fuck me good and you might pass her."

Mistress VP leaned over Adam, her body on top of his. He could feel her cock up against his as she held her face close and ordered him to open my mouth. "Add this to it," she said, as she aimed her spit to the back of his mouth. Adam savored the slight saltiness of his Mistress' bodily fluid, imagining instead that it was her cum She gnawed on his nipple while pulling his cock for a little bit, daring, but also forbidding him to cum.

"Legs up, my little slut. Give me that ass, ask me to fuck it."

"Yes, Mistress, please fuck my ass. Please give me your cock Mistress. Make me your slut, Mistress."

"We both know you're already my slut. I just want you to show Sara how true it is."

Mistress VP slid into his ass, extending his legs so that she could get full strokes. "That's it, fuck that cock. Show Mistress how much you love her cock, show her how that ass belongs to her."

She started off slowly but quickly picked up the pace. Adam took every inch, grinding his ass into her, begging for her cock, showing her how he was truly her slut. Finally, she allowed him to touch himself. "Now I want you to cum. I want you to cum hard so that it shoots up on your chest, just like you imagine cumming all over the women of the office."

Adam grabbed his cock and began stroking, eventually getting into a rhythm that matched each time the Mistress stroked her cock into his ass. As he rubbed his cock up and down, as the Mistress owned his ass, as Sara was being a good little slut by riding the plug, he found himself reaching a new level of pleasure. As he looked into Mistress VP's gaze he saw a wicked smile come across her face and then he saw her hold up a small device. He heard a buzzing sound and glanced over at Sara. She lost it, body quivering, almost convulsing to orgasm as the plug began to vibrate in her ass. He came hard and shot long. Not just reaching his chest but his chin and lips.

"Good," Mistress VP said, as she used her fingers to make sure that he got a good taste of himself, "think of that next time you want to cum on someone's face. And Sara, make sure you lick up the rest."



The Meeting



The night enveloped her. The sounds of the forest awakened her senses. She is sitting there waiting in the darkness. The smell of the damp leaves fills her senses. The night is her cover. She is sad, waiting for her lover to come. Where is he? Is he coming? The wind gently caress' her hair, sending shivers down her back, provoking memories of her love. The sounds of the night comfort her. She is anxious, yet knows she must be patient. He has come many times before. Tonight should be no different. She leans against a tree, feeling the roughness on her skin. She is there, waiting, contemplating the events of the evening.

In the distance she can hear the sound of dogs. Far away, yet this brings a message of her "loves" coming presence. Her heart starts to pound knowing that he will soon be there. Her flowing gown tickles her legs as she tries to let her eyes adjust as she is looking for him. Waiting, she knows that her heart needs him and her body is yearning for his touch. She hears the sound of leaves crackling, coming closer and closer. She tries to control her emotions, not wanting him to realize the joy that he brings to her, just with the site of him.

Closer, closer the sounds come. Her skin reddens with the anticipation of his touch. Her nipples harden and the very thought of him. Her loins ache. He comes yet closer and closer.

She can make out a figure in the near distance. A dark, tall figure. Is that my "love"? Has he come for me? A voice comes from the darkness "Hello". She shutters at the sound. The sounds of the night muffle his words. Why isn't he coming to her? What is he doing? The figure again says "Hello My Love?" In a quivering voice, she answers "Hello Love". She wants to run to him, but can not move, as this will let him know the way that she feels. He asks her" Love, please do not look at me. Close your eyes as I will not come near to you if you look". 

Oh no, why does he do this to her, she needs to see him, to touch him, to hold him. As he requests, she closes her eyes. The smells, sounds and feelings envelop her body. The footsteps are coming closer, closer. It is taking everything in her power to keep her eyes shut. Closer, closer he comes. Please eyes do not open, stay shut, she thinks to herself. *sigh*

She then feels a hand against her chin. A soft voice says, "My love, I am going to put something across your eyes. Do not move, do not resist." Her instincts tell her to open them. Yet her yearning tells her to keep them shut. The wind kisses her body. Her breasts are aching for his touch. 

Listening to his request, she keeps them closed. Her breath is quickening. She feels a soft fabric against her face, around her eyes. She squeezes her eyes shut tighter, tighter. He pulls her from against the trees and ties the fabric in the back of her head. Relief, she can open them now. Yet she can not see. She can smell his scent, she can feel his presence. 

A rough hand touches the side of her face. Slowly from the temple to the chin. Rubbing, caressing. Deeply she sighs and starts to say a word. His finger touches her lips and quiets her. He says, "Tonight you shall be mine. No words."

She is lost in the thought of him touching her. She can feel the wetness starting between her legs. Her breath quickens more. Breathing deeper with every thought of him. He gently strokes her hair. Taking his time. She wants to lunge at him, yet she knows not to. She throws her head back and enjoys. 

His hand slowly trails the side of her face towards her breast. Oh my god, the touch, "his touch". She can feel the heat of his breath closer to her neck. The hand slowly going down her body. Her breasts rise to meet his hand. He gently rubs through the gown. The nipples becoming ever harder at his touch. He gently kisses her neck. Sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The ache in her pussy is steadily increasing. Her breasts are aching. She thinks "Please touch them. Please take me". He gently raises her gown and lightly touches her thigh. Up, up, up...farther towards her pussy, stopping just shy of the wetness. 

He pushes his body against her. She can feel his hardness against her thigh. Oh please take me, do not tease me anymore. Moans escape her throat. He gently lifts the gown over her head. Exposing her body to the elements, to his touch. He she tries to cover her nakedness, but her lightly grabs her wrists and stops her. The leaves are the music of the evening. She can hear each one as her senses become keen. He runs his hands across her body once more, and then pushes her down towards the ground. She is scared, excited. The feel of the rough leaves against her knees let her know that this is not a dream. She can feel his hand on the back of her head. She is not sure what to do. What is that? That softness against her lips. Is that his cock? She instinctively opens her mouth for him. She can taste the sweetness of his pre-cum in her throat. She gently slides her mouth up and down his cock. Taking care to feel every inch of it. His hand guides her head. Up down, up down. Deeper he thrusts his cock into her mouth. Her pussy is soaking. She can feel the juice starting to run down her legs. His moans fill her ears. She is doing well for her love. 

He suddenly pulls his cock from her mouth. She is shocked. He pulls her hands up so that she stands. He turns her around and places her hands on the tree. The roughness again excites her. Oh no, what is he doing. This has never been like this before. *sigh*

She can feel his hand trailing down the small of her back towards her ass. Her legs open farther as if they have a mind of their own. His hand gets closer to the crack of her ass. Gently he goes down farther, farther. She can feel his fingers on her pussy. The wetness running down his hand. One finger inside...She moans louder. In out, in out...2 fingers....Breaths are quickening. He rubs the juice on her asshole. Lubricating the small opening. She is lost in a world that she can not explain. The feel of his hand by her ass is exhilarating. He gently inserts a finger into her asshole. Deep breath, moans are uncontrollable. In and out the finger goes. Quicker, harder. Why doesn't she stop him? What is her body doing? This feels good, damn it. She spreads her legs a little wider to accept his fingers deeper. He withdrawals his finger slowly. OMG why did he do that? What is wrong? She then feels something hard against her cheeks. Not that. Oh Yes "that". His cock is against her cheeks, slowly parting them. She can feel the head of his cock against her hole. Deep breaths, a sudden gentle thrust and her asshole is filled with him. Gently her fucks her. 

She wants him deeper. Harder, she screams in her mind. Her breasts, oh no they are hurting against the roughness of the tree. The thought leaves her mind that fast. Harder he fucks her ass. She rises to her tiptoes so that he can get a better angle. Harder, deeper, faster..... Moaning so loud that it is deafening. Screams of pleasure fill her throat. She can feel his cock faster, faster, "NO, please don't stop". She knows he is close. No not yet, please not yet.

His thrusts are faster. She can hear his moans, feel his hot breath. He moans louder. His cock is ready to explode. She rocks against him. Meeting each thrust with her own. He grabs the back of her hair. Pulling tightly. No, not yet, she thinks. Please No.....She knows that he is coming. Short, deep jabs at her ass. *sigh* She meets each one again. 

It's over....No not yet damn it, not yet. He slowly withdrawals his cock from her ass. She can feel the cum running down the back of her legs. Gently rubbing her ass with his hand. Touching her very spirit with each stroke. He softly whispers "Do not move. Stay against the tree." She listens as she hopes not to displease him. 

She can hear movement behind her. What is he doing? What is that?! The sounds are going away from her. What does she do? "Don't move", his voice echoes in her head. The rustle of the leaves are getting farther away. Where did he go? Is he coming back? 

Finally she turns and removes the cloth from her eyes. In the distance she can see a dark figure retreating. She yells to him "My Love where are you going?" There is no answer. She is confused. She gathers her gown and sobs. 

Wait!! What is that I hear? The rustling of the leaves, the sound of the dogs once again. He returns to her. I knew he would be back. She can make out a figure coming towards her from another part of the woods. Oh my god, who is that? She then hears a familiar voice "Hello Love, sorry I am late". 



The Meeting



As pre-arranged, we arrive at the club for the meeting. There is an energy, a mild but continuing electrocution as holding hands, we thread through the crowd. Identifying them from across the room, attraction building in levels as we near. Her cocktail dress is too short, causing worry and following eyes from all around, undoubtedly hoping that part of her ass might be briefly bared.

As we congenially greet, she and my woman breaking into an oooing and ahhing discourse of how beautifully the other is, my eyes follow down her curves to her shaved pubis that is visible, upholding the clingy wisps of her rayon dress.

Standing near the bar, one of the dozen or so that pepper this emporium, her man and my woman bracket us together against the bar, along with several others that are also pressing us, as everyone leans into each other to converse over the din of the noisy club.

We are all soon riveted, hardly noticing the sea of several hundred about us. The four of us sipping wine together, she has been nuzzling at my cock variously with her hip for the last twenty minutes. At first it was the occasional accidental brush, but for some while now, she has been teasing the increasing hardness of my cock with the firmness of her ass. My silk boxers and loose linen slacks weigh no restraint over my erection, and this she takes mean advantage of.

Casually she reaches behind herself, and takes my overheated rod in her right hand, fully grasping its circumference, and then slowly slides her hand down it from head to its base, and back again. Repeatedly. Repeatedly. It is itching, and burning under her touch. Repeatedly. I suddenly dare to hope that her grasp will free it from the discomfort of being forced downward along my thigh where it became captured.

The arousal she's inflicted is welling up in my testicles, my cock oozing its pre-cum, is noticeably wettening my pants.

I reply by placing my hands between her legs, with my thumbs I touch behind her knees. As I ascend her thighs, she shifts to part them, and slightly squatting, lifts her ass, and arches her back, to offer her pussy to my inquisitive exploration. With two fingers I gently survey her pussy slit, my fingers spread to part her cunt, she is dripping wet.

I fling my open jacket forward in hope of concealing this exhibition, but she is upping the ante, as she's now unzipping my trousers.

In wresting my erection free, her hand guides it first through the fly of the boxers, and then out of my trousers, to treat it to the sensations of the room.

Landing her pussy against my lap, she deftly guides my penis past the slippery cleavage of her ass and into the peak of her clenching thighs. I could be up in her pussy, but I know I'm not, as the power of her ass compresses my shaft, taut and rough, unlike the feel of cunt.

With smooth rolling excursions of her hips, backing against me, then hauling me forward, she glides on my cock, captured within the lock of her pinching buns and adductor tendons that clamp me between her slightly crossed legs, pressing my shaft up into her cunt cleft. Deftly she butts the head of my cock into her pubis, then stops frozen, awaiting its lubricated extrication when next it pops forward to collide with her clit. Again the slipping motion is arrested as it is momentarily caught up in the grasp her labia minora and clit hood. Only she knows the precise contact of my cock to her clit and urethra. Lurching on, the nub of my dick now protruding beneath her skirt draws her hand to her crotch to stroke it, but only for a moment, when just as suddenly, her motion brings its retreat into the cave of her crotch as she initiates her ass dance again.

Gently my arms have been encircling her waist as her hips gyrate smoothly below. My hands, drawn to the energy of her thighs, soon drift down to wedge between them. Her wetness has seeped like a river of love to her knee tops. Like a ballerina she squats slightly in the third position, briefly creating fear of her release and the awakening from this dreamy dance. But it is not to be over. All in one move as she parts her knees, her pelvis extends gently forward before dropping one sway more, whence she rolls her ass upward and stabs my cock head just inside her tight cunt hole.

Slowly, with a forceful and long pleasurable wriggling press, she causes my whole shaft to be taken within her. Having my cock inside this angel's cunny oven is heaven. Her heat bathes my rod with her glorious energies, illuminating my balls and causing a glow throughout my buttocks and along the entire length of my cock. She glances, almost back over her shoulder, allowing me to catch a look into her face, past the bartenders, from the mirror behind the bar. Her eyes are closed and she seems as if dancing all by herself to the rhythms that drown us all. I can't keep my hands from under her dress, softly caressing her clit, she, a vessel of my temporal happiness. As she fucks me adoringly, I begin filling her pussy with my semen... my orgasm proceeds in long, separated spasms of cum.

Having lost touch with the surroundings for what seems like an eternity, I am slightly jolted by a collision.. my woman crashes into me as she tries to withhold against the other man's desperate fucking she's getting. Anxious in her attempts to receive all of his cock, I see her go palms flat to the bar stool, her ass fully bared as his cock disappears into her sizzling wet slit. 



The Meeting



Tessa had never expected to be here doing this. She had, on a whim gone onto the adult site and on whim, created a profile. She started talking to ItalianStud one night really late. Her brain had been a little fuzzy and she had liked his profile. She had told him she was 5'7, chocolate skin, medium length hair, and thin. He said he was 5'10, dark hair, average body. She was used to dating guys who were 6'2, dark hair, athlete's bodies, but she liked how he talked. He made her feel special and he made her feel sexy. She had never admitted to any of her ex-boyfriends that she liked to be spanked. She had told ItalianStud right away and he hadn't thought she was perverted or crazy. She had also told him that she was into white guys, not that she didn't like black guys, but she just preferred it. When she asked him if he liked black girls he had said absolutely. 

They had quite a few steamy conversations and even traded pictures. Tessa had actually sent her picture over the internet to a stranger, she couldn't believe it. They discussed oral sex both on men and women. ItalianStud said he loved to give, Tessa explained to him how she had never cum before with a guy. He had been stunned. He said he could do things to her that would make her scream. She felt a little embarrassed, but also excited. Tessa was no virgin, but her ex-boyfriends had been less than extraordinary in bed. She had made a pact not to have sex for awhile, guys just weren't satisfying her. She could do it for herself and save herself the worry. 

It was just three days ago, a Wednesday that they had had a really hot conversation that led to where Tessa was today.

ItalianStud: I want to kiss you

Tessa: Kiss

ItalianStud: No I mean really kiss you. And not just that, I want to touch your breasts, your nipples, suck them into my mouth till your panties are so wet. I want to take off all your clothes and kiss my way down your body till I get to you pussy. I want to put my tongue on your clit and rub it in circles and then slide my fingers inside you. I want to make you cum in my mouth. I want to feel your perfect lips on my cock. I want to take my cock and put it deep inside you. I want to make you cum.

Tessa hadn't known what to say. It all sounded so nice, so hot, so like what she wanted and needed in her life right then. It had been such a long time. She hesitated then typed the words she had been afraid to type.

Tessa: Let's meet.

They had set up a meeting half way between where they lived in California. He had reserved a hotel room and told Tessa to be waiting for him there wearing nothing but stockings and a white garter. She had done as she was told and now here she was waiting for a stranger in a hotel room. 

When the door opened slowly, her heart stopped. He walked in looking very much like his picture. She saw his mouth drop open when he saw her. She smiled.

"Hi, Victor right?" He nodded taking a few steps closer.

"You are much hotter than your picture. How'd I get so lucky?"

Tessa smiled nervously very aware that her breasts were exposed to this man. His eyes seemed to eat her up. He took in every detail. He began to come closer to her, she felt herself get nervous.

"Hey, don't be nervous. I just want to touch your face ok?" He wanted to touch much more, but he had to be careful with her. He knew from their conversations that she was rather innocent and he didn't want to scare her away. He touched her cheek softly. Then he bent over and kissed her forehead gently. Tessa felt her whole body melt, as if all her life she had been waiting for his kiss. He then kissed her lips softly. He let out a soft mmmm sound. Her lips were so soft, as soft as her skin. He knelt in front of her. Their online conversations had always been about him controlling her, spanking her, but now, in real life, they both wanted it to be more about pleasing each other. He kissed her again as he let his hand slowly travel toward her breast. When she felt his warm hand on her breast she thought she'd die right then. It felt so good. His palm rubbed her nipple in circles. She felt a tingling in her pussy. He then let his other hand explore her other breast. He knew from their conversations that her nipples were very sensitive; her favorite thing was to have them sucked while a guy played with her pussy. He intended to make that fantasy come true. 

"Do you want to lie down?" He asked her softly.

"Oh, uh, yeah." She was reluctant to give up their kiss. 

She lay back on the bed and let him cover her. He was by no means scrawny, she liked that, she liked feeling his weight on top of her. He kissed her again, this time with more passion, more aggression and let his hands wandered till they found their home between her legs. He let him mouth kiss her neck and continue to her breasts. He licked around her nipples, taking his time. Tessa felt like her whole body was on fire. His hand had expertly found her clit and was rubbing in with just the right amount of pressure. His lips had formed a tight suction around her nipple and he was now bringing her closer to orgasm than any guy before.

"Oh, Oh, Victor." She moaned softly. 

Victor felt his cock harden even more. Her voice was just as he had imagined. Soft and breathy. Her nipples tasted delicious and soft. Her pussy warm and wet. He longed to push his fingers inside her, push everything inside her, but first he want to make her cum. He let his mouth continue its journey down her body till it met his hand. Then he took her clit into his mouth softly. He sucked on it a little bit and then began to flick it with his tongue. With each flick he felt Tessa's body tighten. 

"Oh my god." She sighed. 

He let his fingers gently enter her. She felt wonderful, warm and soft. He continued pleasuring her. Urging her to climax. He sucked her clit back into his mouth and pushed a second finger inside of her.

"Come on baby." He said pulling away from her clit. Tessa put her hands softly on his soft hair. She wanted to cum so bad.

Victor pulled his fingers out of her and replaced them with his tongue. He fucked her softly with his hard tongue and rubbed her clit with his finger. Tessa felt her stomach flip flop, just like when she masturbated. She was going to cum. 

"Oh my god, Victor, I'm going to cum. Mmmmm, yes yes oh Victor." Her whole body went into a spasm. She lost all sense of herself. Victor loved the tasted of her. Loved licking her pussy softly as she came in his mouth.

"Mmmmmm." He moaned.

He pulled away from her and looked down at her face. She was very pretty, prettier than even he had dreamed. He kissed her again. She could taste herself on his tongue and it turned her on. She pulled at his button up shirt till she finally got it off. Victor pulled off his pants. When he lay naked on top of her, they stopped for a moment.

"I can't believe you made me cum."

"Was it good baby?" He knew that being called baby was her favorite, he knew all her favorites.

"It was amazing." She smiled and grabbed his ass pulling him toward her.

"Do you want to do more?" He grinned. They had left their meeting open ended, sex was his goal but she had been timid.

"I want you to fuck me." She put a hand on his neck and pulled him into her for a kiss. Her lips were large and luscious. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, exploring her, delving into her. When he felt her small hand grab his cock he thought he'd lose it right then. She guided him toward her.

"Hold on sweetheart." He grabbed his pants pulling out his wallet. He fished out a condom.

"I'll do it." Tessa smirked. He sat back allowing her to sit up. She took the condom and slid it on his cock. He watched her dark hands against his white cock. Seeing that turned him on so much. He laid her back down and rubbed the tip of his cock against her opening. She moaned feeling his hardness. It had been such a long time since she had had sex. She knew she would be tight. He also knew that and so he entered her slowly at first. Gently letting her body get used to his hardness. 

"Victor that feels so good." He watched as she bit her bottom lip. He pushed into her deeper. She indeed was so tight and felt so good. He wanted to just push into her deep and fuck her hard like they had talked about, but he had to take his time. When he finally got his cock into her he pumped into her. Her legs felt weak, he was so hard and so deep inside her. He grabbed one of her slender legs and put it around his waist. He began to fuck her hard and deep. 

"Yes, oh god yes." She pulled him to her. She grabbed at his back as she felt him fuck her hard. She let her nails rake down his back till her hands reached his ass. She pushed him in deeper.

Victor let out a moan. He could feel his balls slapping against her ass. He wanted to turn her over and fuck her from behind, but he didn't want to scare her.

"Turn me over." She moaned. She had read his mind somehow. He pulled out of her, holding on the condom. She turned over onto her hands and knees. Her ass was something to look at. Round and juicy looking, before she could steady herself, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her back, plunging into her wetness. He pumped into her hard and fast. Every time she moaned his name he pushed harder. He spanked her ass, pushing deep. 

"Oh yes." She turned to look at him as he was fucking her black pussy. He let one hand slide down her back. When he reached that long, dark, thick hair, he pulled gently.

"Oh yeah baby. This Italian cock is going to fuck your black pussy so good." 

She felt it out of nowhere. His words had set her off and his cock had made it happen; she was cuming again and hard.

"Oh Victor I'm cummmmiing" She screamed. 

Feeling her tight pussy spasm around his hard cock set him off too, he came deep inside her. She could feel the warmth inside her and she knew he had cum. He pulled her up so she was against him and he kissed her neck softly….

To be continued



The Meeting



We have been chatting and swapping pictures with a few couples online. We have had lots of fun fucking and sucking on the video camera for the enjoyment of our newfound friends. We decide to move to the next level, meeting a couple and having sex in the same room/bed as we are. Not swapping or joining in but just a live sex show, only inches away. At least not yet…

We agree to meet them for dinner and see what happens. You dress up in a new silk black & red blouse we found somewhere. You pull on the new denim skirt, which really sets off your ass. We have both worked at losing a few pounds and you never fail to flaunt it in my face that you are losing it faster than I am. It is ok, as I get to enjoy the return of the shapely ass I married and enjoy your new confidence. You look just absolutely fucking hot. I am also wearing a silk shirt and black silk pants that are snug across my ass, which you grab whenever I walk by.

We arrive first and ask for a table in the back of the small restaurant. I walk behind you admiring the swish of those fucking hot hips. We sit down and order some drinks to loosen the tension. We are halfway thru our drinks when Lisa & Ross show up. We have not seen them except for the pictures online, but their clothes draw attention to them. She is wearing a skin tight dress that is so short, we can see a hint of bush from our seated position. He is dressed out in a leisure suits that makes us both whisper to each other, "Leisure suit Larry". They cum over and sit down, with Lisa scooting over next to me and Ross sitting next to her. They order drinks and we all order dinner. Dinner starts out nervously as we know what might happen later on, but by the 4th drink we are all laughing at stories we share of the kids, theirs and our, and telling jokes. We are all relaxed and the dinner is suddenly over before we know it. 

As the waitress is running our credit cards through, Lisa and Ross excuse themselves to go to the bathroom but before they leave they invite us to cum over to their house and play some pool. We talk it over while we are alone, both of us being nervous, but my hand finds your snatch is soaking wet as well as your hand discovers my throbbing cock. We agree to go over. They cum back and we say yes we would love to play some pool, and they tell us to follow them to their house. 

On the drive over our hands cannot stay off of each other. My hand rubs your soaked slit between your spread legs as your hands release my cock from the hold my pants have on it. You look ahead and see Lisa's head disappear from sight. You follow her lead and dive on my cock. I find it hard to concentrate but somehow we make it there in one piece. We get out and follow them inside. It is a nice place, but we find out that the playing pool is actually their pool out back instead a table inside. We laugh and say we have not been skinny dipping in a long time. We get a few drinks from the fridge and walk out back. Ross turns on some music and mood lights around the pool. We sit down at a table and chit chat a little. The night is a typical great night in Arizona, warm dry and cloudless. After a little while, I reach over and stroke your thigh running my hand up and under your skirt. I am amazed at the heat emanating from your cunt. You grab my hand to stop me, but as you look over to Lisa & Ross, you see that his hand is up her dress and her hands have released his cock. She is stroking his erection playing with the head. Lisa bends over and licks his cock and your legs spread open as if they had a mind of their own. My finger finds the source of the heat and I slide a finger in. You gasp lightly and bend over planting a kiss on my lips that would make a whore blush. 

This continues for a little while then Lisa and Ross get up saying they promised us some pool time. They strip as they walk towards the pool and jump in when they get there. I stand you up and remove your blouse then pull you up and slide your skirt down. You look absolutely beautiful in the moon light standing there nude, with the look on your face of what can only be described as horny! You turn towards me and unbutton my shirt and remove it. Your next move is to reach down and unsnap my pants. You lower them down and my cock pops out and hits you in the face. You suck the length of my cock into your mouth as you remove my pants. It feels great having your mouth surrounding my throbbing cock. I bring the finger I used on you too my mouth and suck it clean of your juices. "Mmmmm you taste so good" I moan. 

After a few minutes of this I pull you up, reluctantly off of my cock and we walk over and jump in the pool. Lisa and Ross are in the corner making out, looks like they may be screwing already. We watch them for a few minutes our hands probing and grabbing each other as we watch the live show. Ross picks her up and sets her down on the ledge. He spreads her legs wide and starts tonguing her wet slit. She moans loudly as he sucks on her clit while fingering her pussy. She turns her head towards us and motions us to come closer. We swim over to get a better view. He is working her cunt very good. Running his tongue around her wet slit and stopping just long enough to flick her clit. She is getting pretty wet, but I say, proudly, that Cindy gets a lot wetter than that. Lisa says I want to see that. I pick you up and set you down next to her on the ledge. I spread your legs wide and start licking and sucking your cunt. 

You moan softly at first then louder as my mouth sucks your clit in and my tongue flicks back and forth across it quickly. I slide 2 of my fingers in you easily and start massaging your g-spot. Your ass comes up off of the ledge as I find the right spot. You reach down and grab my hair pulling me down harder on your cunt, grinding me into it. It's a race. Which hot blooded cunt will cum first? You lay back pulling my face down even harder into your hot wet pussy. My tongue is working its magic on your clit. You turn and watch Ross sucking and fingering Lisa. She is moaning loudly and bucking her hips up and down. A moan escapes your lips as I insert 3 fingers into your burning snatch. My fingers are soaked by your juices. I pull a finger out of your cunt and start pushing it into your ass. This takes you over the edge and you start cumming. The sounds cumming from your throat makes my cock throb in anticipation of what's to cum. The sounds of your orgasm have set Lisa off and she shouts she is cumming also. Her hips also lift her off of the ledge as the orgasm wracks her body. I think my cock is going to explode watching two hot women orgasm at the same time. 

After y'all catch your breath we make some small talk about how hot that was too see hear and smell each other. I look at Ross and say I think it is time for the girls to return the favor. He agrees. He jumps out of the pool and walks over to the furniture they have and sits down. Lisa walks over and kneels down in front of him. She grabs his cock and starts licking the length of it. I jump out and we walk over and I sit down next to him. You kneel in front of me and engulf my cock. You moan as you taste the pre cum on the tip of my cock. You trace the outline of my cock with your tongue. Your eyes are watching the action happening just a scant few feet away. You run your tongue down to my balls and twirl them around. I moan as your tongue darts down and circles my ass. Your hand is slowly stroking my throbbing cock as your tongue works its magic down below. Lisa is working on Ross's cock trying to milk the cum from his balls. He has very large balls that hang down low. As she is deep throating his cock you reach over and fondle his balls. She notices this and reaches over to grab my balls. I moan out load at the incredible feeling of having you stroking my cock and tonguing my ass while she plays with my balls. 

You feel my cock twitch in that telling way which says my hot load of cum is on its way. You take my cock in your mouth and suck me in just as the first load of hot sticky cum erupts from my cock. You feel Ross's balls contract as he is close to cumming also. You pull your mouth off of my cock just as another load of cum erupts, landing on your cheek. You suck my cock back into your hot silky soft mouth and proceed to drain my balls down your throat. Ross grunts and starts shooting his load. Lisa pulls his cock out and jerks him off shooting his load all over her face. He seems to shoot forever. Finally his eruptions subside. Lisa rubs his cock all over her face then licking the cum off of his cock. She does this until her face is clean. She looks up and sees the cum on your face. She wipes it off with her finger and then licks my cum off of her finger with her tongue. I lay back in the chair exhausted. You collapse in my lap. We all agree that it was exciting to the Nth degree. 

After a while you start sucking on my cock, whispering that you need to have a cock in your cunt. You suck and lick my cock and balls. Lisa is doing the same thing to Ross. He recovers his erection sooner than me and has Lisa get up and turn around to sit down on his cock. She starts riding up and down on him. We can see her juices glistening on his cock. My cock is starting to respond watching this sex show. You stroke my cock talking to me saying you need to be fucked now. Your intensity, your need is causing you to stroke a little rough and my cock is only half erect. I lay back trying to relax and get my cock hard as I want to feel your woman hood fucking my cock. You suck on my balls while stroking my cock. I hear the sounds of fucking going on right next to us, but it just needs a little more time to recover. I feel another hand on my cock. It starts stroking my cock and squeezing it in just the right spot with the right pressure. 

My cock starts growing, becoming engorged with blood. I open my eyes to watch the show and see you sit down on my cock. I thought that Lisa had reached over to help get my cock erect but I see that it is Ross's hand. I am shocked. My cock starts to shrink but he knows just where to apply the pressure to keep it up. I look at your face and see that you are enjoying the show. I try to relax. You turn around and bend over. You reach back and stroke your cunt showing me how wet you are. You move back to sit on my cock and Ross guides it in for you. You take me in all the way with one quick move. You moved so quickly that you trapped Ross's hand under your ass. As you pull up he removes his hand and he comments on how wet you really are, as his hand is soaked with your juices. 

You start fucking me hard. Your juices flow from your cunt and soak my balls. You scream that is feels so good. It is so exciting seeing Lisa's ass riding on Ross's cock and feeling you riding up and down on my cock. You both are moaning loudly, screaming that you're so close. Lisa reaches over and tweaks your nipples. You respond by grabbing her breast and squeezing them. This added touch brings you both to orgasm. You both scream and grunt so well. It makes my cock swell knowing that it is bringing such fucking joy to you. You both collapse back laying on us. It feels great having your cunt muscles twitching and grabbing my cock.

We lay there with our cocks still in our hot women's cunt for a little while. Our hips are slowly moving under your asses. Y'all start to come around and move in response to the movement. You say that you are too tired you must rest some. Lisa agrees with you. Ross and I however have needs! So we pick y'all up and throw some cushions on the ground for y'all to kneel on as you lay face down in the recliners. Ross and I step back and admire the fine asses on display for us. We take out positions behind y'all and start rubbing our cocks up and down the wet slits. We can wait no longer and start fucking both of you. It is exciting seeing your asses move in response to the cocks ramming in and out of your soaking wet cunts. I ask if you want to be fucked in the ass in front of our new friends? You say "Yes" in that husky sulky fuck me voice. You feel the cock pull out of your snatch and you moan as the head moves up and around your asshole. 

As the head makes smaller and smaller circles you moan "Fuck my ass! Fill me up now!" Finally the head stops circling and starts to push inward. You feel the pressure and slight pain as the head forces its way into your tight ass. The lubricant from your pussy has soaked the cock so much that it slides in smoothly but the pressure is still intense. The cock continues inward until you are afraid it will split you in half. Just as you are about to tell say stop, wait until you can relax some, you feel hips touch your ass. The pressure is incredible but it feels so damn great. The added sultriness of being fucked in the ass with people watching excites you so to a higher level then you can remember.

You hear Lisa being fucked. She must be pretty wet also as you can hear the noise of a cock pulling almost all the way out before it is shoved back in. You feel an orgasm starting to build inside you. The cock starts moving back out, relieving the pressure and slight pain you were feeling. But it feels so good you push you ass back wanting to be filled to the hilt with a throbbing cock. The cock once again starts inward, filling your ass up. This time the pain is gone but the enjoyment of fullness brings you closer to the orgasm. You hear Lisa say she is cumming and the pounding she is getting speeds up. Having your ass fucked while hearing someone being fucked and cumming drives you over the edge. 

You start orgasming. Your ass clamps down hard on the throbbing rock hard cock. You hear me grunt knowing that I have just shot my load with you. I say, "Do you like feeling me shoot my load in your pussy?" You think why did he say pussy when he is in my ass? You turn to look and see that I am actually fucking Lisa. You turn your head a little more and see that Ross is actually fucking you in the ass. The thought of a strange cock filling your ass to the breaking point brings on another orgasm. This one is so strong you can only lay there as the grunts escape your throat. 

Just as you reach the peak Ross grunts and pulls your hips back hard. He shoves his cock in deeply and shoots his hot sticky cum in your ass. You cannot control your voice as the feeling is incredible and you are screaming louder than I have heard you before. You finally gain control as Ross finally stops pumping your ass full of his hot cum. He pulls out and collapses on the ground next to me. You are exhausted and just lay there. I want to jump back up and fuck you but it is not possible as I am exhausted like everyone else. We all just lay there gathering our strength. After a while I sit up and I wish I had a camera. Cum is running out of Lisa's cunt and dripping down her bush. Cum is also running out of your ass and down over your cunt lips and hair.. The sight is a big turn on and I know it would be a big hit on the website! Ross tells us where there is a shower we can use. We get up and on wobbly legs, head to the showers. We clean up and then get dressed. We leave them a note saying Thanxs for the great time, we will be in touch soon and we head home.



The Meeting



Shayna rushed to finish getting ready. Michael was coming to pick her up soon and she was only halfway dressed. She giggled at that thought. Michael would probably enjoy it if she were only partially dressed when he arrived but then they would never make it to the party. As she started to put on her make-up she thought about the night she met Michael.

"Hi, would you care to dance?" the tall, handsome man asked Shayna. God is he ever sexy. She took his outstretched hand and was lead to the dance floor. The music was pounding as she danced close with this man whose name she didn't yet know. 

When a slow number started he swept her up into his strong arms. "Hi, I'm Michael Sloane and you are?" he said into her ear just loud enough for her to hear him.

"Shayna Banks," she answered before lightly kissing his neck. What am I doing?! I barely know this man! She silently scolded herself but found him irresistible. He pulled her closer and returned her kiss. He worked his way to her mouth and kissed her passionately. As the song ended and another hard number began he whisked her off the dance floor to an empty table.

As she sat down she looked at him and smiled. "That was very nice. You are a wonderful dancer..." she let the last word trail off. She wanted to say more but felt she had already been too bold.

He took her hand and kissed it softly. "As are you, gorgeous, as are you." His smile made Shayna blush, something she had rarely done since high school. She watched him as he ordered drinks and then turned his attention back to her. "You know, I have seen you in here before. I have thought about asking you to dance many times, but never did. I am glad I did tonight."

"So am I," she said with a small smile. What was he doing to her? He seemed to have a hold over her and she didn't want it to stop. She felt that he could do anything he wanted and she would be a willing participant. She looked at him again. He was about 6'2 and well built, probably in his early thirties. His golden brown hair was cut short and his blue eyes were like two sapphires. He appeared to be checking her out too. She knew that many men found her attractive. She was 5'9 with long blonde hair. She had curves in all the right places and wore the clothes to show it off. That night she was wearing a black leather mini and a tight white angora sweater. Just then, he reached out and touched her sweater. 

"I love the feel of angora," he said with a mischievous smile on his face. "Perhaps I could persuade you to come with me to my place for a drink. It is quieter there and we can get to know each other better."

Shayna was surprised to hear herself saying yes. She got up with him and they went outside to their cars. He gave her directions to his house and kissed her long and hard against the door of her car before leaving. She was incredibly turned on by this man and knew that his house would include more than just talking. 

They arrived at his house a few minutes later and he took the opportunity to kiss her again before taking her inside. He told her to sit on the couch while he went to fix them some drinks. Somehow, she felt very comfortable in his house and she removed her shoes before sitting on the couch and stretching her legs across it. As he came back into the room she noticed that he hesitated to admire her long legs. After a long look he finally brought her the drink. She moved her legs to the floor so he could sit next to her but as soon as he was seated he put her legs across his lap. Only slightly surprised at this action she decided to just enjoy his hands on her legs. 

He soon began gently massaging her legs. He started with her right leg moving his way slowly from her feet upward. Her small moans confirmed that she wanted him to continue. She began to relax more as he continued up her leg. Slowly, he came closer to her wet lips barely hidden behind the light pink silk of her panties. As he reached her sex, his fingers strayed to it for just a moment before he moved to the bottom of her other leg. At this injustice she whined slightly and lifted her head. He smiled at her, "Patience, my dear, is a virtue." It was the first words he had spoken since they had entered his house and the last ones that she wanted to hear. Again, he moved slowly up her leg. As he again neared her wet lips he let his hand stray just a bit longer. She pushed herself toward his hand wanting more. However, instead he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to his bedroom.

He laid her down gently and told her not to move. She tried to stay still as she watched him undress, finally removing his underwear and revealing his erect cock. She raised her hand to touch it but he grabbed her hand and laid it to her side with a tsking sound. He climbed on top of her. He rubbed her breasts through the angora sweater before pushing the fabric up to reveal her breasts. He paid attention to each with his tongue and teeth. His gentle nibbles eliciting soft moans. Then to her surprise he pulled the sweater back down over her breasts. He then moved up and with a smile began to rub his cock between her breasts. Again she reached up to grab it, but he stopped her. Quickly he moved again and deftly removed her skirt. He stopped before removing her panties and traced the outline of them with his finger making her quiver as he approached her pussy. His fingers strayed again to her wet lips and then to her clit. She moaned as he lightly flicked her clit with his finger. He stopped and removed her panties.

"Please. Don't stop," she said with a tremble. He wouldn't listen. He had intentions of his own. He moved up her body again until he was to her neck and started kissing it lightly. She moaned as he worked his way down her body, headed for the place she wanted him most. As he neared her pussy he kissed around it coming only close enough to drive her crazy. Finally, when she felt she couldn't stand the tease any longer she felt his tongue outline her wet lips. She moaned again and then felt his tongue move to her clit. She shivered as he expertly nibbled and tongued her clit bringing her to the most earth shattering climax of her life. She raised up off the bed as she came screaming. 

He wasn't done with her yet. She didn't even have time to relax before he moved again and quickly entered her. His sudden entrance caused her to gasp. Quickly pleasure overtook her surprise and she started moaning. He slowly moved in and out of her, pulling her toward him with each pump. Then, with one quick movement, she was on top of him and it was her turn to control the action. She started to ride his hard member fast at first pulling him closer to his climax, then as she saw him getting close, she slowed. It was his turn to go crazy as she slowly slid up and down his cock. He reached up to pull her to him but she put his arms next to his sides as he had done her. She finally felt she had returned the favor and started to moved more quickly up and down his cock. Both of them panted hard as she moved on him fast and hard. They both were moaning loudly as they got closer to a mutual climax. She started screaming as he exploded inside her. She was trembling as he pulled her close for a kiss. She lay on top of him for a moment before he pulled her to his side. Only then did she realize she was still wearing her sweater. He seemed to realize the same and moved to take it off. They lay there together until they both fell asleep.

Shayna smiled as she realized that she had been gently rubbing herself thinking about that first meeting. She stopped when she looked at the clock and realized he would be there to pick her up at any moment. She quickly finished getting ready and had just slipped her shoes on with the doorbell rang. As a last minute thought, she slid her panties off before answering the door. Tonight was going to be very interesting indeed. 



The Meeting



Oh, God. What am I doing here? I can't believe I agreed to this. He's going to get off the plane, take one look at me, and get right back on it again. What in the hell was I thinking?

She looked around at the other people waiting at the end of the security checkpoint. Do I look that anxious? I need to calm down. I can't greet him looking like a scared rabbit. That thought made her smile. He's seen my picture, he knows what I look like. He knows everything there is to know about me after months of talking. It will be fine. That was her last thought as she saw his head bobbing above the other passengers walking past the airport security.

He stopped about 3 feet in front of her, just staring at her face. She couldn't move. He was even more beautiful in person than in his pictures. She didn't realize that he had continued walking toward her until she felt his hand on her face. 

"You're more beautiful than I imagined," he whispered to her as his hand roamed her face before sliding into her hair to cup the back of her head. He tightened his fist in her hair, gently pulling back to tilt her face up toward his as his mouth lowered to brush light kisses along the corners of her lips. Her hands reached to slide up his chest to his shoulders as he moved his lips over hers, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck as her tongue slid out to meet his.

"We should get out of here before I embarrass us both," he growled in her ear. He reached down to grasp her hand and started walking them toward the exit. 

"I can't believe you're really here," she said as they walked toward her Jeep. 

He tossed his duffle in the back of the Jeep and held out his hand to her. "Why don't you let me drive? I know the way to the hotel," he said with a slow grin, "and you look a little rattled."

"Sure," she said as she dug the keys out of her purse. He walked her to the passenger side and helped her into the Jeep. 

Once she was in the seat, he leaned in and kissed her lightly again, letting his hand skim over her breast as he buckled her seatbelt. As he felt her nipple harden, he leaned his head back to look at it through her thin cotton top. His eyes met hers as his palm skimmed back over the hardened nipple, his fingers coming back over it to pinch it lightly. 

"How wet are you right now?" he rasped, as his hand slid down her stomach to slide across her mound, rubbing her through her jeans. 

Her hips raised off of the seat a little, hampered by the seatbelt, and she moaned. "Soaked," she managed to whisper as her hips began to move in rhythm with his hand. Her head fell back against the seat as his other hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb flicking across the hardened nipple. 

"I'm going to enjoy watching you as I have my way with you tonight," he growled in her ear before removing his hands to step back and close her door. He walked around the Jeep and got in without looking at her again. 

Her entire body was on fire from his touch. She could feel her wetness soaking her panties and her sensitive nipples rubbing against the cotton of the tank top. While her body blazed, they rode to the hotel talking of inconsequential things – his flight, the scenery, how Phoenix had changed since his last trip there. 

"Maybe we should stop in the café for a bite to eat before going upstairs," he said as he pulled the Jeep up to the valet. "I think we'll both need the extra fuel," he said with a lopsided grin, one dimple curving deeply in his cheek.

"That's probably a good idea," she laughed, her nervousness suddenly abating.

Sitting across from each other in the booth of the café, they talked about many of the same things they had talked about on the phone for the last few months – philosophical things that they both loved debating. As the conversation began to wind down, he stood, holding out his hand to her.

"Ready, darlin'," he drawled.

"Yes," she whispered as she put her hand in his letting him help her out of the booth.

As the elevator doors slid silently closed, his hand resting on the small of her back, he turned her toward him. His finger trailing along her jaw line and down her neck, he looked into her eyes without saying anything. Her hands clenched the waist of his jeans, lips parting slightly and breathing becoming a bit labored. His fingers moved lightly along her collar bone to slide slightly inside the top of her tank, barely running along the cleft of her cleavage. His eyes never left hers as his fingers slid closer and closer to her hardened nipple, while his other hand trailed fingers just under the waistband of her jeans. She didn't realize the elevator doors had opened until he turned her to lead her out. 

Her mouth dropped open as they walked into the suite he had arranged. The room had a magnificent view of the mountains darkening in the distance. Candles flickered on every available surface, giving a surreal feel to the room. Champagne chilled on the sideboard next to dishes of strawberries and freshly whipped cream. The huge four-poster bed visible in the next room had been turned down and white silk ropes dangled from each post. Thick white terrycloth robes lay across the chaise at the foot of the bed. Various toys were laid out next to a full ice bucket on a low dresser across from the bed. 

Standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders, he leaned down to nip her ear. "Welcome home," he rasped, his voice vibrating in her ear causing her to shiver slightly. 

His hands slid the large corduroy shirt off of her shoulders and down her arms then tossed it across a nearby chair. She stood still as his calloused hands ran slowly back up her bare arms to her shoulders again, causing goosebumps to rise all over her body and making her nipples harden again in anticipation. As his lips and tongue moved slowly down her neck and across her shoulder, his hands dipped into the front of her tank to run his rough palms across her nipples creating an electricity that ran straight from her nipples to her throbbing clit. 

"I want to see all of you," he said as her head fell back against his chest. "Turn around," he commanded gruffly.

She turned around to face him, watching his eyes narrow as she grasped the hem of the tank and raised it above her head. She dropped it to the floor as her hands lowered to the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them slowly, watching his eyes as they fastened on her bare stomach. She kicked off her sandals as her hands lifted to the waist of her jeans. He reached out to stop her hands as she began sliding her jeans down over her hips. 

"Let me," he said as his hands gently pushed hers away. He went down on one knee as he slowly lowered her jeans to the floor, his hands rough against her thighs. Picking up first one foot, then the other to remove the jeans, he moved his mouth over her delicate lace panties, teeth nipping lightly. He breathed in deeply, filling himself with the scent of her arousal, his cheek rubbing seductively above the top of her panties. She gasped as he grasped the front of her panties in one hand and quickly ripped them from her body. His tongue flicked out to rim her navel as his hands held her hips firmly, fingers biting into her flesh hard enough to bruise her fair skin. The combination of tender and rough made her throb in anticipation.

His mouth moved slowly down her stomach to her freshly shaved mound, tongue sliding downward, leaving a damp trail along the way. His breath cooled the trail, causing her muscles to quiver. He tilted her hips upward, forcing her to slide her feet further apart for balance. His tongue slid down one side of her lips and around, up the other side, teasing her clit but not yet touching it. With each circle of his tongue, he edged closer and closer to her tight hole, lightly tasting her with each pass. Still ignoring her swollen clit, his tongue slid inside her, his mouth sucking up her juices. With her hips grinding into his face, he slid his tongue back up her lips to brush across her clit, sending her over the edge. As her body tensed, hips bucking against his face, his hands tightened on her hips. His tongue continued to enter her, soaking up her juices, until the orgasm had passed and her body relaxed, his hands on her hips the only thing keeping her shaking legs from collapsing to the floor. 

He stood, lifting her so that her mound rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. Eyes on hers, he lowered his head, mouth open to kiss the corners of her lips, nibbling lightly. His hands cupping her ass, he lifted her further, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. With her mound now riding his erection through his jeans, he walked them into the bedroom, where he laid her gently across the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. While she watched him out of hooded eyes, he stepped back and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. Muscles contracting, he slid the shirt from his shoulders, dropping it in a pile on the floor. Eyes never leaving hers, he unbuttoned his jeans one button at a time. When he lowered his jeans and boxers, she leaned up on her elbows to see his erection standing straight out. 

As he rose, his hand slowly circled his hard cock, sliding back and forth almost unconsciously. She could see the tip glistening as she slid off the bed to kneel in front of him. Her hands came up to move along his upper thighs as her mouth moved in toward him. Still holding his cock in one hand, his other hand ran through her hair to grasp the back of her head, guiding her mouth to him. Her tongue flicked out to swirl around the head, spreading his precum and the moisture of her mouth over him. Hands moving around his thighs to cup his ass, her lips circled him, stretching her mouth wide, as she slid him slowly into her mouth until she felt him twitch against the back of her throat. Her mouth sucked back up his shaft to nip the tip with her teeth. Her tongue flicked out across the tip to soothe the bites before her lips closed over the head, sucking slowly back and forth over the rim. Slipping him out of her mouth, her hand around the base stroking slowly, her tongue glided down the underside of his cock to his balls. Still stroking his cock, she licked his sac, sucking first one side, then the other into her mouth, pressing his balls against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Releasing them, her tongue ran back up the underside of his shaft, flicking the tip before sucking it in again. She looked up at him as her mouth slowly sucked him back in deep. His hands circled the back of her head, moving her back and forth in rhythm with his hips as he slowly fucked her tight, wet mouth. Her tongue slid along the underside of his cock, pushing him against the roof of her mouth as he slid in and out. Moving one hand around his hip, she palmed his balls, massaging them gently, as her index finger slid behind them to rub back and forth between his balls and his ass. She could feel his balls tighten against his body as his cock swelled inside her mouth. She sucked harder, looking up at him, her mouth milking him, wanting to taste his cum in her mouth. His grip on her hair tightened as he came, shooting stream after stream of his hot, thick cum into her throat. As he felt himself empty, he gently pulled back on her head, sliding himself out of her mouth. 

He grasped her upper arms, pulling her to her feet in front of him. Kissing her tenderly, he moved her back to lay her gently across the bed again before heading out of the room. She heard the champagne cork pop and then heard silver clinking against china. He came back into the room wearing one of the thick, white robes and carrying a tray of champagne, strawberries and whipped cream. Soft light, reflecting from the dozens of candles in the room, bounced off the crystal glasses. As she moved up the center of the bed to lean against the pillows stacked against the headboard, he placed the tray at the foot of the bed. 

"Give me your hand," he rasped as he reached for one of the silk ropes. He took her hand gently in his, turning it over to place a soft kiss in the palm. "Your hands are so small, so perfect," he murmured as his tongue glided down to her wrist. She shivered, as electricity shot through her body from his tongue. He slowly wrapped the silk around her wrist, making sure it was snug without cutting off circulation. After tying the knot, he rose, his eyes moving over her body as he walked around the bed. As he sat on the edge of the bed, he reached out, capturing her hand and again turning it in his to kiss the palm, his tongue sliding to her wrist. She trembled again, as she felt his tongue touch her. He wrapped her wrist, again knotting it snugly but not too tight. 

He moved to the foot of the bed, where he pulled gently on her ankle, running his other hand up slowly under her calf. She could feel the calluses on his hand rough against her smooth skin and shivered. Feeling her body tremble, he looked up at her face, eyes locking onto hers, as his hand moved further up her leg, running lightly along the inside of her thigh. Her hips moved restlessly, anxious to feel his rough fingers against her wetness. His eyes moved to her hips then back to her face, eyebrow raised, a slight grin lighting his face. She stilled, knowing that she had made a mistake.

"That one is a freebie," his low voice sounded a bit threatening. "Lie perfectly still or there will be consequences." Eyes on hers, his hand continued up her thigh to lightly graze her lips, then back down her leg, slowly, tantalizingly, before grasping the rope and wrapping her ankle tightly. She pushed her ass deeper into the mattress to keep herself as still as possible, while her body burned from his touch. He moved to her other ankle without looking at her, again trailing his rough hand up her smooth leg, to trail up her thigh, again grazing her lips a little harder now, spreading her moisture, trailing it back down her thigh before tightly wrapping her ankle. 

She watched as he turned to the low dresser where several toys were laid out, moving slowly along the front of the dresser, seeming to consider what he wanted. Looking back at her over his shoulder, his hand reached out for the small leather flogger. Turning toward her again, he hesitated, looked up at her face, then turned back to grasp a red velvet blindfold. He laid the flogger on the tray next to the bowl of strawberries. He picked up a large, red berry, dipped it deeply into the whipped cream, then sat on the edge of the bed next to her. Leaning over her, his hand moved slowly toward her breasts. He watched her breast as he lightly touched the berry to the tip of her nipple, the cold of the whipped cream instantly hardening it, causing her back to arch slightly into it. He moved slowly to her other breast, again touching the berry lightly to the tip of her nipple, before leaning up and touching it to her open lips. 

"Lick the cream off the berry like you lick the head of my cock," he whispered commandingly. Her eyes on his, her tongue flicked out to swirl slowly around the end of the berry, grazing the tip, before opening her lips wider to encircle the large red fruit. As her lips surrounded it, he pulled the berry away, watching her tongue follow the movement. He slowly circled her lips with the berry, teasingly, watching her tongue continue to follow, before dipping it back into her luscious mouth. The way he moved it against her felt just like his cock against her lips and she trembled again in anticipation.

"Eat it," he rasped. She bit into the berry, juice splashing her lips and dripping down her chin. She moved it around in her mouth, savoring the taste on her tongue, before chewing and swallowing it down. He leaned down to lick the juice now dripping off of her chin onto her chest. 

His tongue continued down her chest to her breasts, licking the cream off of her nipple before biting down hard on it. Her back arched, pressing her breast into his mouth as she cried out. His lips surrounded her breast, sucking it deeply into his mouth, her long moan filling his ears. He then moved across the valley between her breasts, tongue trailing, before licking the cream off of her other breast. His eyes sought hers before his teeth lightly grazed her nipple, tongue flicking across it causing it to extend further. Watching her face, he bit down hard, rolling the nipple between his teeth. Her eyes closed as she cried out, her back arching sharply and hips bucking. Electric tendrils moved through her body, shaking her. 

Lifting his hand, he lightly grazed his fingers across her belly, feeling her muscles tense and quiver in his wake. His fingers trailed down, circling her navel and dipping in, before gliding down to slide across her lips. She watched his descent, lower lip between her teeth, moaning quietly before her eyes drifted closed again.

"You're so wet for me," he growled, his voice muffled against her breast. As his mouth closed over her breast to suckle deeply, he slid one finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him. He lifted his head, looking up at her face, as his finger moved slowly in and out of her tight, wet channel. His thumb grazed her clit as he slid a second finger inside her, quickening the pace. Her entire body was on fire, feeling as if she could explode into a million pieces any second. As he felt her hips begin to raise, his eyes moved down toward her hips, then back to her face, his brow again raised. She pressed her hips down into the mattress, pulling her lower lip back into her mouth, biting hard, to keep from moving. He heard her low moan as he slid a third finger inside her, quickening the movement yet again, curling his fingers up tightly inside her. He watched her eyes darken and felt her breath quicken, knowing she was very close to orgasm. His thumb began pressing hard against her clit, rubbing back and forth in rhythm with his fingers fucking her now soaking pussy. 

She knew he was testing her, determined not to cum, but knew she was too close. Her body trembled as her hips moved just a little, her muscles contracting around his fingers now deep inside her. Abruptly, he removed his hand from inside her, causing her to cry out in frustration. He brought his soaked fingers to her lips, circling them, trailing her own juices around her lips before dipping his fingers inside. Her tongue moved over his fingers, mouth sucking them deeply in, tasting herself on him. 

Sliding his fingers from her mouth, he rose and turned to the tray. Watching her, he lifted one of the crystal flutes to his lips, tasting the cool wine, before walking back to sit next to her. He gently lifted her head, touching the cool crystal to her lips, watching the wine pour slowly into her mouth, glistening on her lips. She felt the liquid cooling her mouth and throat, sweet and bubbling on her tongue. Holding the flute up, he leaned down to lightly flick his tongue across her lips, tasting the wine mixed with her taste, before sliding his tongue inside her now cooled mouth. He leaned back, touching her lips yet again with the glass, teasing, then pouring the wine in again, watching her swallow the wine down.

Setting the glass on the nightstand, he turned to pick up the blindfold. She shivered, a little afraid of what would come next. Still holding her head, his eyes locked on hers, he slid the blindfold over her head, stopping for a minute as their eyes connected, then lowering it over her eyes. Her other senses now more attuned, she felt the bed move as he rose, heard the robe rustling as he removed it, heard it fall to the chaise. Silence except for their breathing, she listened, fearful but excited, to see if she could guess what his next move would be. Slight tickles moved across her belly as the very tips of the fingers of the flogger grazed her skin, causing her muscles to contract. She gasped, then pulled her lower lip in to bite it between her teeth to keep from crying out. Her body was so aroused, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control her reactions. She knew she must be silent and still unless he ordered otherwise. 




The Meeting



He had promised never to show up on her doorstep

As she walked down the aisle of the grocery store, her mind was concentrating on her list. A husband and four children made a heavy demand on her household budget and she was careful to watch for any bargain. She did not notice the man who followed somewhat aimlessly behind her. The store was not too crowded in the middle of the afternoon, her favorite time to shop. Often she would shop with her mother but today she was alone.

As she moved up one aisle and down another, the man started to move closer and closer.

He knew exactly who she was. They had been corresponding by e-mail for months. He had written a number of stories for a popular erotic story site and it was through her comments on his first story that she made contact with him. As the months rolled by, they became more and more "intimate" with their e-mails. He wrote special stories based on her suggestions. They both wrote lurid scenarios of what they would do to each other, were they to meet. Although he had given her his phone number, a P.O. Box address and the name of his town, she had never disclosed such information to him. She was terrified of what would happen if her husband were ever to find out about her activities. He did have her cell phone number, however, and through some clever sleuthing, he had determined what town she lived in. It was just a matter of elimination until he found out where she lived, what car she drove, what stores she frequented and what her daily schedule was.

It could be said that he was stalking her but yet, he had never made contact, never called her, never wrote any steamy letters to her because he had promised her early on that he would never do that. It wasn't until her husband found out she had a "secret" erotic pen pal that the man decided all bets were off. It took him nearly a month to track her down and now, there he was, just a few feet behind her.

He wondered if she turned around and saw him, whether she would recognize him. He had sent several pictures of himself He idly picked up a few snack items and placed them in his basket. Then he inadvertently bumped his cart into an aisle display of crackers and the stack tumbled to the floor. She turned to look at the noise, stared briefly at him and then proceeded down the aisle. She walked about ten feet and suddenly stopped. As though she were frozen on the spot she paused, her hands gripping the shopping cart so tightly that her fingers hurt.. He then knew she had recognized him.

"My God, it can't be him," she thought to herself. "It's just a look-a-like."

She wanted to move on but her feet were glued to the floor. She could not move. She had suffered so much humiliation and pain during her husband's tirades. She was forbidden to log onto her e-mail site. Her husband was monitoring everything she did. She was forbidden even to chat with her friends on the phone. It was as if she were a prisoner in her own home. One of the few "privileges" she had was to go grocery shopping by herself. She relished the short-lived freedom, the escape from her home which had become a very dark place in her mind. Her own sexual frustrations, which had led her to seek solace outside her marriage, were pushed to the background as her new concern was trying to please her furious husband. And now, her e-mail lover, confidant, counselor and fellow lover of erotica was standing right behind her. Or was he? Could it be that it was not him but someone who looked like him? She finally gave in and turned once more to see him replace the last box of crackers on the display. He smiled at her and her heart jumped to her throat.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. E____ ", he said. "I guess I had better be more careful of how I drive this buggy."

"What are you.....how did you.....I can't...." She was stumbling in her thoughts and words as well. Her body was trembling and her eyes began to tear up.

He pulled up along side her.

"I felt so sorry for you and so bereft that we could no longer talk to each other that I decided to at least let you know in person that I still care very much. I am not going to pester you or make a scene. I plan to walk out of this store and probably never see you again but I want you to know that my short correspondence with you has meant so much to me that when you are hurting, I am hurting, too. S____, you can't know how sorry I am that things turned out the way they did but I admire you for trying to make the best of a bad situation. You have your children to think of and my concerns should be the last thing on your mind."

"You bastard," she croaked at him, her voice breaking with emotion. "What the fuck are you doing here? You told me you would never do this!"

"I know, but I am not the most rational person in the world if I know I have been the cause of someone's pain. I feel an obligation to at least say something, to explain to you that I worry about you, care for you and want to help any way I can, " he said weakly, his eyes cast down on the floor.

She turned her head away and the tears continued to roll down her face.

"I was so happy to have a friend to whom I could say anything. You turned me on so much with your stories and your scenarios. Now that I've resigned to giving all this up, you come back into my life and start up all the emotions all over again! How could you do this to me?" she continued to cry.

He leaned over to her, placed his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. He planted one soft kiss on her cheek. He could taste the salty tears. 

"I'm sorry if I hurt you but now you know how strong my feelings are for you."

With that, he started back up the aisle towards the checkout lanes. He looked back at her and she was wiping the tears from her face with a kerchief. She looked straight at him and with a small smirk, she just shook her head from side to side. She almost smiled and mouthed the words, "You bastard."

He paid for his snacks and walked across the lot to his rental car. He had parked right next to hers. Once inside he sat still and closed his eyes. All that time and effort for just

a few minutes. 

"Did I do the right thing or was I being a 'bastard'?" he thought to himself. He drifted off in thought of all the sexy things he had written to her. He became erect as he thought of the time he had described a long, sensuous massage during which he had shaved her pussy and then licked her to a screaming orgasm. He had written a story for the erotic literature site describing a fictional encounter with a priest, knowing she had been enamored once with a priest in her parish. The priest had cruelly spurned her every attempt to contact him and now he had heaped more pain on her shoulders by encouraging her to maintain an erotic affair over the internet only to have it dashed by a snooping husband.

He was suddenly jolted out of his reverie by the sounds of a car door opening. She was loading her groceries right next to him. He remained motionless, fearing she would see him again. He looked over again and she was no where to be seen. Suddenly, the passenger door of his car was yanked open and she sat in. She looked him straight in the eye. Her face was a mixture of anger and lust at the same time.

"Have you any idea what you have just done to me? My heart had shrunk to the size of peanut and now you have pumped it back up again to the size of basketball. Don't you remember my last e-mail? I said that I would never write or call you again. That I loved my husband and I did not want to hurt him anymore?"

"Yes, I remember, he muttered, but I also got two messages from you through the "back door" and I felt such a yearning to talk to you that I gave in and tracked you down. I'm sorry but I had to do it."

He looked at her with such tenderness and sympathy that she relaxed her face and stared at the floor.

"So now that you're here, what are we going to do? I can't meet you at some motel or restaurant. My every move is monitored in some way." She glanced at her watch.

"I have only thirty minutes now to get back home." Her expression now was one of anxiety and frustration.

He sat and thought for a minute. He reached over and took her hand. With a deep sigh, he said,

"I didn't come here just to get laid. I could do that back home. But I want you to know that I still long for you, I still want to ravish your body and I hope that now that you've seen me in the flesh, you might realize that I share your pain of frustration."

She sat for a minute, looking out at the parking lot, seeing the shoppers come and go, and finally she said, 

"Well, all he can to is shout at me some more. At least he hasn't become physically violent. There's a group of stores down the road that have all been closed up. Drive around behind them and wait for me. If I'm not there in an hour, give it up, go back home and forget about me."

She did not wait for an answer, she just opened the door, got out and went to her car.

He watched her as she drove out of the lot.

"An hour from now?" he thought. "What could she be doing.?"

He had parked behind the closed up stores for over and hour and was about to leave when a strange minivan approached from the rear. He did not recognize the woman driving it.

The woman driver parked right next to him, got out of the van and walked over to his

side of the car.

"Get out and leave the keys in the car," she said.

He looked over to the van and there she was, sitting in the passenger seat, motioning him to come over. He got out of the car and the woman immediately jumped in and drove off.

He climbed into the driver's seat of the minivan. 

"Drive up that access road into the trees," she commanded. "We have exactly one hour"

He drove on up the dirt road into a copse of trees. He realized that the van could not be seen from any vantage point. He turned off the engine. She had already removed her blouse and bra. He was so surprised that he just sat there. She suddenly rose and moved to the back of the van. He turned to see that the seats had been removed and a couple of blankets covered the floor.

"This is her son's "'pussy wagon' as he calls it. She's my best friend and the only one my husband trusts me to be with and even then I have a curfew. Come on, my friend. If we're going to do anything, it's now or never."

He immediately crawled into the back of the van. She was tearing at his clothes. Within minutes to two were naked and staring at each other like little kids who were seeing the opposite sex for the first time. In a way, it was their first time. He reached for her and they mashed their lips together with an almost painful passion. He pulled her body next to his and they tongue wrestled for several minutes.

"Early on in our e-mails, I promised you something in return for a favor. You did your part, now it's my turn," she said as she licked her kips.

She pushed him back onto the blankets and straddled him. She showered his body with soft kisses down his neck, his chest, his stomach and then she slid down to bury her face in his groin.

"I've wanted to do this for such a long time. Just relax and let me have my fun."

She gently held his cock which was now rock hard and throbbing to her touch. She lowered her lips to the tip and thrust her tongue at the sticky liquid that had oozed out of the opening. She swallowed and continued to work on the tip of his cock. He began to moan. Her lips now slid further down the shaft until her nose was butted against his abdomen. He had shaved every hair off his cock and balls. Her head rose up again and then down once more. She growled and created a vibration that felt like a mild electric shock. She removed her mouth from his now seeping cock and began to lick his balls.

He had never had been so "devoured" in his life. Holding his cock in one hand, she gently lifted his balls and stroked them with her tongue. She then raised his balls and began to lick the tender spot behind them. His moans grew louder in the confines of the van. 

"I'm getting close," he gasped.

She took her cue and returned to a vigorous sucking of his cock. Her hair whipped up and down with her head such that he could not see her mouth on his cock. Her breasts swayed back and forth with each dive. She was going for the "mother load."

It didn't take long. He stiffened and clutched at the blanket beneath him. His hips rose as he drove his cock as far into her mouth as she could stand. He gave out a final moan and his semen burst into her mouth. It was so hot and so strong an ejaculation that the first jet went straight to the back of her mouth. The next few landed on her tongue and she quickly swallowed them all.

She slithered up his body, a smile on her face.

"Was that as good as you expected?"

"It was the best ever!"

She continued to crawl up his body until her pussy was right over his face. He got the message and grabbed her buttocks in his hands and adjusted her pelvis until her cunt was directly in line with his tongue. The insertion came strong and quick. She sucked in her breath as he lashed her cunt. She titled forward until her hands were on the blanket and from there she let him guide her position. He grabbed her clit with his lips and pulled and sucked on it. She could not resist pressing her cunt more firmly into his mouth.

Soon the van was filled with the sounds of slobbering and sucking as he lavished her sex with every trick he knew to please a woman. All too soon, she felt the climax grow within her. She wanted it to last but the suddenness of this encounter, the hastily arranged rendezvous, the frantic release of pent up passion and the sheer insanity of it all overtook her and she wailed as her orgasm ripped through her body. She fell forward, her breasts covering his head. He suddenly rolled her over, grabbed her legs and pushed them up.

He was hard again. He worked his cock into her cunt and began to thrust violently.

The little van began to rock back and forth from the power of his jabs. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his face to hers. They tried to kiss but the jolts to her body were too great. Instead, he arched his back enough to grasp one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked and bit the nipple. She cried out, more from the thrill of being fucked by the one she had fantasized about for so long as much as from the pain. She felt the second orgasm coming on and she tried to push upward to meet his downward blows.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck me!" she cried as he continued to drive his cock into her. 

In all his life he had never been so aroused. He was not a young man but for this brief moment, he felt like a lion in rut. Finally, he let go another blast of semen, this time deep in her cunt. He continued a slower, more gentle fuck with his now softening cock. She just let out a low moan as she felt her second orgasm subside. 

They were covered in sweat. They lay on their backs, staring at the ceiling of the van, allowing their bodies to cool off.

"It was even ten times better than I thought it would be," he said and he turned towards her and kissed her cheek. "You are such a beautiful woman, a beautiful person. Thank for you coming here. I will never forget this moment as long as I live."

"Neither will I, " she sighed. But Carla will be back any minute. We'd better get dressed. They managed to get their clothes back on, taking time out periodically for deep kisses. He was standing outside the van when his rental car pulled up. 

"Thank you, Carla, " he said and she jumped into the van. She did not say anything to him but she turned her face to him and smiled. Without another word or look at his lover, the van sped away. The ache in his balls told him that he had better walk carefully for a while. He started his car, gave a huge sigh and drove off towards the airport.

"Maybe in a few months, things will calm down at her house and we can start talking again. I think we will have a lot to say to each other. In the meantime, maybe I'll write another story."



The Meeting



She has waited with anticipation for this day and now it is here. She has prepared herself per His instructions and now wait naked in the room for Him. 

His Drink is made just as he ordered Crown and Seven with a lime. She is moist and steamy already as she has fantasized about his body and becoming HIS for some time now. Thinking about the things he will do to her in obtaining his pleasure with his new toy.

This is the first meeting of many to come and she is eager to please. 

There is the knock and her stomach knots as she moves to the door. Standing behind the door she opens it and as he steps in she welcomes him with a hello and a smile.

She immediately drops to her knees and bows her head waiting for his instruction.

He looks at her, she is not what she once was but with his insight and vision he only sees what she will become, his beautiful well trained and obedient slut.

He tells her to get by the bed on her knees. She moves closer to the bed, watching her crawl makes his cock grow to hardness, that firm ass swaying as she moves. 

He then takes his clothes off and she gets a look at his fine body and that magnificent cock that she hungers for. His cock is growing and so close to her lips she can almost taste him already.

"Suck it cunt let me see what your mouth can do."

She eagerly takes his cock in her mouth and sucks him taking more and more until she has all of him in her mouth. He lets out a groan as she begins long stokes with her mouth on his cock. He reaches down and takes her nipples in his hands and twists and pinches them making her wence and withdrawl from his cock suddenly from the pain. 

"DID I SAY STOP SUCKING SLUT?" She takes him in all the way feeling his hard cock pushing against the back of her throat. He holds her hair and fucks her steadily with his cock making her gag on it he is so deep in her throat.

She can feel his balls contract and tighten as they slap her chin and she knows he is close. He continues to move with her fucking her face as she moans and gives him this fuck hole, never stopping the twisting and pulling on her nipples. He bucks one last hard thrust, Groans loudly and holds her head in place pumping his cum down her throat. She swallows as much as she can in one gulp and he stays there until his cock relaxes while she licks and swallows the rest of his cum.

"Good fucking slut" he says as he pulls himself out of her mouth. 

" Now get your ass on that bed ass in the air." she quickly gets on the bed 

"Spread those thighs for me."

Taking no time all he moves and positions himself between her thighs and starts rubbing her clit. She bucks and moans so hot and wet from sucking him that she is in need of orgasm herself. He rubs her clit and slides two fingers inside her wet cunt.

"OOhhhhh." she lets out the moan letting him know she is close.

"Dont your fucking cum without permission slut, what a wet fucking slut you are."

She knows that she is on the edge. 

"Can I cum Sir?"

"NO!" and he stops rubbing and finger fucking her. 

" oh God don't stop please. " she begs. Her clit so swollen and ready to be touched one more time... her pussy dripping, she is wet and ready for what is to come.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you like the slut that you are." 

Her head spins with excitement as she knows she is finally going to feel this man inside her she has waited so long for. With one thrust he enters her wet and ready cunt, burying his cock completely inside her.

She lets out a low animalistic "UUMMMPPHN!"

"YOU LIKE THAT COCK SLUT?" 

"OH yesss SIR. " he then starts what is going to be the fuck of her life, stroking long and hard pounding into her wet pussy. 

OOOOH that IS a wet pussy." he says as she pushes back now meeting his every stroke. 

"oh fuck me harder please" she moans. "fuck me with that hard cock SIR fuck your slut."

He laughs at her need and continues to pound into her with all his force. This just excites her more as she knows that he is taking this fuck for himself with no regard for her pleasure, strictly for his own. The realization of this hits.

"OH can I CUM on your cock SIR?" "Pleeeeese can I cum SIr." 

'Yes Bitch cum Now."

Her pussy immediately responds to him contracting with a violent orgasm.

"OOOOHHH fuck yeah fuck me fuck me please fuck me Master, take your slut." He keeps the rhythm going until he knows she has finished. He can feel the pussy tighten on his cock and suck him in deeper, cumming on his cock. He slaps her ass three times hard and tells her what a good tight hot pussy she has then he withdrawls.

The emptiness makes her moan loudly as he pulls out. "SMACK' again on her ass. She yelps from the sting. She feels the tip of his cock rubbing on her ass bud. 

"OH please don't Sir" .

"Don't what BITCH?!"

"PLEASE SIR don't fuck my ass."

He strokes the head of his cock against her opening pushing against it she knows that she must take what is to come. 

"YOU know that I'm gonna FUCK that ass that is what you were made for."

As she tries to accept what is about to happen to her she goes deeper into that sub space where only HE can touch her mind, he pushes the tip of his cock into her tight ass and feels the stretch, hot, thick, cock, wanting to push into her with one thrust comes to his mind but knowing that she will be trained to take this in time he spanks her ass while just the head of his cock is buried in her ass.

"UMMPHH" she cries out.

"TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT CUNT!" as he pushes two more inches into her breathe is short and fast. 

Trying to relax he grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them open even more to accommodate his cock ... holding her cheeks tightly in his big rough hands he pushes even more of his thick hot cock inside her. Her head drops as she is impaled on him. 

"OH THAT IS MY TIGHT ASSHOLE." He begins to pump in and out not even waiting for her response. Her ass then relaxes and opens and she now wants him more than anything she has ever wanted in her life. He owns me she thinks to herself as he pumps into her with more and more force .

"THIS IS THE WAY I FUCK MY SLUT."

"oh YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS." she cries as she feels her orgasm mounting...fucking her in the ass makes her crazy and feels like one constant orgasm after the other.

" MAY i cumm SIIIIIRRRRRRRRR?" she cries as she knows it is too little too late she bucks wildly on his cock as he fucks her ass.Cumming hard on his cock her pussy,ass, and mind a blinding flash over and over again as she convulses on him impaled deep inside her.

" YOU BITCH YOU ARE GONNA PAY FOR THAT." He holds her waist tightly and fucks her as he has never fucked another ass before....making her scream as his cock impales in and out of her ass. Her ass feels as if it has been split in half she accepts the fucking knowing that he will take it anyway. Fucking her tight ass he cums into her with a loud grunt filling her ass with cum his hot seed flowing deep in her bowels with his second orgasm. He holds her there impaled on his cock not moving while her ass muscles milk his cumm .

" You are gonna pay for cummming before I gave you permission." He says as she turns her head to see his face.he is smiling at her and withdrawls from her ass. "Now go clean up my sweet little pet."

"yes Sir" she smiles back at him and goes into the restroom not looking forward to the punishment that she knows will come because her body betrayed her and lost the control, but knowing somewhere deep inside that she wants the pain from his hands on her body. Totally happy that she now is finally with her Master.



The Meeting



I sat at the bar, looking around me. He had promised to meet me here. I stirred my straw in my drink, watching the water that had beaded up on the glass slide down the side. Whatever this was, it tasted really good. And it had a hell of a kick to it. I had had two already, and this third one had loosened me right up. I crossed my legs on my stool, looking up at the clock, and then looked back down at my legs, loving how they looked in the little dark denim skirt I had decided to wear. I had a wife beater on, and my Nike© Air Force all whites. My hair was relaxed, hanging down to my bra strap in back, and my skin's usually pale caramel color was darkened a little due to the "after winter welcome the warm weather" tanning I had been doing.

I stuck my shades on, hiding my face from the people walking past. They, contrary to what I thought would happen, stared more, as if they could tell I was a tourist. I licked my lips slowly, dropped my head to look at the clock once more.

"Fuck it." I said to myself, and then stood up, gripping my purse from the table. I steadied myself on the table, and then looped my purse over my arm, walking to the door. I pushed it open, and then stepped through, smacking my forehead on someone. I stopped and, gasping, slid my hand up and cupped it. "Oh god, I'm sorry!"

"You could have looked first before stepping out the door. And I'm not God." I looked up, I knew that accent.

"Clarke?" I said, looking at the guy in front of me.

"You must be Alize`." He said. I nodded stupidly. I had known from his pictures Clarke was sexy, but adding in his accent and the fact that it was all together was making me lose it. He was about 6'0, a touch taller than my 5'11. His skin was pretty brown, and he was well built, his face... God I wanted him right there on the street. I shook it off quickly.

"Yeah, I'm Alize`. Nice to meet you, finally." I said. He nodded.

"Same here." He reached out as if to hug me, but I took a step back, hiding the grin that wanted to break across my face. He looked like he was going to say something, then shook his head and laughed. Just then, somebody tapped his shoulder.

"You going in or staying out here?" Clarke looked behind him. Some man was looking up at him, serious as anything, which made him laugh again.

"I'm going in." He said, then, taking me by my shoulders, pushed me back into the bar. We sat down at a different table than the one I had been at, and ordered drinks, myself going for the same fruity thing I had had before.

"What took you so long?" I asked, pulling my legs out from under the table so they were next to him, and then crossed them where he was sure to see.

"I had something to take care of." He said. I nodded, and then took the drink from the waitress as she walked over. She stood there for a moment, and I started to wave her off until I looked up and saw she was staring at Clarke. I rolled my eyes. Some girls were too much. I wasn't Clarke's girl, only his random online friend, but still. She and nerve, and that nerve made me flirtatious and brave. I slide my hand underneath the table and ran my finger along his legs, and then rested my palm on his knee, smiling at him the entire time.

She finally left, and I caught myself staring at him. I had met him online, us being the only two people from the Caribbean on the site in question, at least the only two with profiles. He had messaged me one day out of the blue over a series I had been writing, and from then on, we were cool. We had been talking for a long while, and had seen each other through some severe writer's blocks. This, however, was truly the first we'd met face to face. He looked back at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I said, and then leaned forwards, licking my lips before taking the straw into my mouth and closing them around it. I looked up at him through my hair, and then lowered my eyes.

We talked for a while longer, his hand even resting on my knee and sliding a little lower before returning. He took the glass my drink had come in from me, and then looked at the lone ice cube remaining. Then, in one smooth motion, as he talked he dropped the ice cube on my legs, in the crease where they were crossed. The angle I was sitting at guaranteed that the ice slide quickly towards my crotch, hitting my panties and the wet spot down there before I even realized what happened. I gasped and sat up, while he sat there laughing. I looked at him, and then, as he stood up himself, reached out and gripped his ass.

"Told you I would..." I said, and then squeezed it. He looked at me before sliding his own hands down onto my ass. He squeezed it slightly before pulling me up to him closer, until I could feel his cock between us where it was pressed against my crotch. He began to grind against me slowly. I paused, and instead of going in for the kiss I wanted, licked my lips.

"I believe I owe you a game..." I said, before letting his ass go. He nodded.

"What game is it?"

"Need for Speed Underground(c)." I said, sitting on the floor in front of the TV in my hotel room. I had, of course, brought along my PS2(c) setup. I didn't go too far without it.

"So what happens when I win?" He sat down beside me. I laughed.

"There's a catch," I said, holding up a finger. "It's strip. You win a race, I strip. I win a race; it's your turn to drop something." I tucked my legs beneath me, then rose up and kneeled on them, then finally set my ass between my ankles, so that I was sitting in an "M" position.

"So what happens when you lose all your clothes?" He repeated again, this time with a grin on his face. I laughed at him.

"What makes you think you'll win," I said, looking at him. He grinned back, a sexy grin that made me bounce in place a little, so that my pussy and my clit were being rubbed against my thighs through the front of my thong.

A few races later, I was sitting on the floor in my wife beater and thong, having forsaken my skirt, shoes, socks, and bra. He sat there with only his shirt missing.

"I think I'm winning. Only two more to go." He said.

"I still have a chance." I said, then leaned close in to the TV on my elbows so that my ass was cocked out into the air and facing him. I was going on the hope that he would get distracted by it and I could make him lose something. But it didn't work. I lost again.

"Take it off girl." He said. I shook my head, looking for an excuse not to.

"Can't, the last race doesn't count." I said.

"Why not?"

"Because I said it doesn't." I said, and then leaned across his lap as if reaching for the purse lying past him. My ass was looking up at him, and I half expected him to grab it. His hands slid over it, and I paused for a moment, flexing my ass in his hands, and then rolled out of his lap.

"Fine... it doesn't..." He said. I sat back in place, and then we started the next race, which I lost again. I groaned and looked at him. I wouldn't be able to get out of it again. I closed my eyes, deciding on the wife beater, which would leave my pussy covered. I gripped the hem and pulled it over my head, pretending not to notice Clarke's reaction, or his little comments. Now I definitely had to win.

I won the next race, which only yielded in him losing his shoes. I still had to win 3 more to get his socks, pants, and boxers. I held him neck to neck for the entire race, until I took a turn too wide and clipped the wall, dragging the side of the car and flipping it when I hit a rail. I started cursing, and sure enough he pulled over the line a few seconds before me.

"Damn it!" I yelled, flinging the control from me. I hit the edge of the Playstation, and it skipped, then the screen went off, and the game restarted. "Oh, see, it doesn't count. It restarted." I could feel him look at me. He rolled his eyes.

"Alize`, you lost." He said as I shook my head. Sad to say, but I'm a seriously bad sore loser. "Fuck it." He stood and pulled down his jeans, then dropped his boxers. My mouth dropped open, and before I could do anything else, he was on me, his hands roaming over my ass, his lips on mine. I moaned against him and, sliding my arms under his then up his back, allowed him to pull my thong down off my ass, and then let it drop to my ankles. I kicked it off, and then he lowered me onto the bed. Once we hit, he kissed me and stood up. My fingers slid down to my pussy as he stood before me, and I began to squeeze my lips and rub my clit. He watched me for a minute, and then kneeled down.

He pulled me down towards him, and then pulled my fingers away from my pussy. He stuck his tongue out and trailed it down my slit, tonguing my lips slowly. I gasped and he pulled me in closer, his tongue flicking over my clit.

"Oh Clarke." I moaned. He pulled his tongue out, then climbed on the bed and straddled me, then rolled us over. He turned me around so that he was facing my pussy, and his dick was in my face. He slid his tongue into my pussy once more, and as I moaned, I took his dick into my mouth, licking the head and kissing it slowly. I trailed my tongue along it, tracing a line top to bottom while my right hand moved to cup and squeeze his balls. I stroked his cock slowly along its length with my fingers, and then let my tongue spell his name out along the head.

He flicked his tongue along my clit, and then slid two fingers inside of me. I moaned on his dick as he spread his fingers, and then pushed against my g-spot, sending rivers out of my already soaking wet pussy. I gasped as I tightened my mouth around his dick, sucking my cheeks in and out as I began to move up and down on it. I pushed my tongue against the tip and held it there as I sucked, tasting his precum on it. Usually, I didn't swallow, but for some reason I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted him to blow his load down my throat.

He tongued my pussy raw, his thumb flicking slowly over my clit. He slapped my ass with his other hand, and gripped me closer to his mouth. I could feel myself on the edge of cumming, and as he stuck his other hand deep into my cunt, my body spasmed, and I came hard. He began to thrust his cock into my mouth, and then he filled my mouth with his hot sperm, and for the first time in my sexual life, I swallowed some, loving its thick feel as it slid down my throat. I had taken him by surprise by swallowing as well, because he froze for a minute before continuing.

He lifted me, and then turned me over again, positioning my hips above him as I leaned down and kissed him hard. He kissed me back, and in one motion lowered my hips and thrust his dick into me. I moaned into his mouth, then arched my back and lifted myself onto my hands so I could look down at him. He pulled me back down to his chest, and then flipped us over once more so that I was on my back and he was above me, drilling my cunt. My back arched off the bed as he took my hand in his and slid it between us.

"Play with yourself while I'm in you..." He whispered to me. I slid my fingers across my clit, matching his thrusts into my pussy. He leaned in and cupped my breasts, then flattened his hands on them. His lips trailed across my ears, sucking the lobes slightly before dropping lower and nibbling my neck.

"Oh god Clarke... Fuck me..." I said as he pounded into my pussy. "Oh fuck... harder. Fuck me harder!" I moaned. He held me for a minute.

"You want it? You asked for it." He said, and then pulled out of me. He flipped me back onto my stomach and spread my legs, then cocked my ass upwards. He lined his dick up, and then thrust into my pussy from behind. I gasped as the head of his dick rolled over my G, and as he gripped my hips, one of his hands slid over and found my clit.

"Oh fuck..." I moaned, rising up on my elbows. He gripped my ass, squeezing it as he thrust into me, then let his hand steal up to pull my hair, holding my head in place as he let the hand that had been flicking my clit slide up to pinch my nipples. I moaned and he pushed into me harder. "Oh god... Clarke... you..." I trailed off as I felt my orgasm take over. At the same time he pulled me close to his hips, thrusting harder and harder until he held me there. As I moaned because of my own orgasm, he filled me with his sperm, coating my walls with his cum. I trembled beneath him as me held he to him, and as he finished, he lay himself down on top of me, and kissed my neck. He pulled out, and as he went, the mixture of our juices dribbled out of my pussy a little.

"Come on, I want to show you something." He said, and then climbed off of me. He threw my skirt and wife beater. "That's all you'll need." I pulled them on and fixed my hair as best as I could as he pulled on his shirt and jeans. He took my hand and dragged me out of my room

I stood in the entryway for the door of his hotel room, tucking my hair behind my ear. He pulled me into the room, and then pushed the door shut behind me. He moved down towards the bed, where his bag stood open next to it, then motioned me towards him. I grinned and nodded at him, then moved over. I could feel where our cum had started to drip down my leg, making my thighs first slippery, then a bit sticky, which had made for an interesting walk to his hotel.

Clarke pulled me towards the bed, and then stood me in front of it. He leaned in as if for a kiss, then pushed me back onto the bed, grinning as I fell back. I giggled a little; sure of what was to come next. But then, he confused me. He rolled me over so I was ass up, and then before I could protest, he cuffed first my left, then my right ankle to the bedposts. I gasped.

"Clarke... you wouldn't..." I said, he laughed, and a slow sexy laugh that made my cunt twitch.

"Wouldn't what?" He asked, walking around to the head of the bed. I twisted myself to look at him. 

"You bastard! Don't you fucking dare!" He laughed at me again, then reached over, pulling me by my shoulders back into my stomach, then cuffed my right arm to the bed. He walked along the other side, pulling my left arm away from my side. I pulled and fought against him as best I could, but he got it in the end, and slowly cuffed me.

"You've been teasing me all afternoon." He said, climbing up onto the bed behind me. He leaned down and brought his hand against my ass softly and smoothly. "And now..." he lifted his hand. I braced myself as his hand came stinging down at my ass, smacking it hard. I winced as he then gripped my ass, before raising his hand and slapping it once more.

"Why the hell"

"All I want to know..." He said, leaning in close to my ear so that I could feel him close on my back, but not yet touching me fully. "Is why my bitch keeps asking so many questions..." I tried to turn my head to look at him, but he held it in place with one hand as he got up, then trailed the other hand slowly down my back, letting his fingers tickle his way down my spine.

"Clarke!" I yelled, twitching. He had hit the bottom of my back, where I was extremely ticklish. "You know how I feel about that! Don't even fucking try it." He laughed again, then slid his fingers beneath me, palming my pussy before sliding one in, to where his cum still filled me. He slowly slid his finger in and out, pumping it while I moaned between yells. He slid the finger out and rubbed our combined juices around my lips and on my ass. "Don't be such an asshole!"

"Funny you should say that..." He said, before trailing his finger along my slit, then across my asshole.

"Fuck you Clarke." I yelled.

"You already did... and I think we both enjoyed it." He leaned down so his mouth was just above my ear again. "And now... for your teasing..." He squeezed my ass. "I'm going to punish you..."

"Clarke, stop it!" I whined.

"I won't because you already know what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck you in your ass." He squeezed my ass on every word of his next sentence. "Your nice tight ass. And shoot my sperm in it!"

"You're such a bastard!"

"And you love it." He pushed my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck, then slid his hands underneath me to cup my breasts, pushing my wife beater up.. He slid his hands lower, to the hem of my skirt, then pushed it up so my ass was looking at him.

"You suck!" I yelled, running out of things to scream at him.

"No, you suck." He said, moving along the bed until he was in front of me. He pulled down his pants and boxers, then forced his dick into my face. "You know you want to Alize`... cover my dick with your saliva." I looked up at him, figuring if I can suck him off enough, then he'd have no energy left for my ass, especially after all we did earlier. I took his dick into my mouth for the second time, running my tongue along the head in slow strokes. I trailed it down the underside of his dick, licking and kissing the area at the base between his dick and his balls before licking his balls themselves. I took first one, then the other into my mouth, letting my tongue trail slowly across the both of them.

I spent a little while longer on his balls before licking back up to his dick. I took the head into my mouth, and, remembering I couldn't use my hands, took his dick as far into my mouth as it could go. I moved my head slowly on it, sucking my cheeks in and out and tightening my lips. He gave a moan, and I began to hope that he was forgetting about the fucking my ass. I bobbed my head slowly, letting my tongue trail along the underside and push at it. As I brought my head almost all the way off his dick I let my tongue play at the head, running it along the V at the base.

"That's enough." He said suddenly, pulling his dick away from my mouth. I groaned, partially because he had pulled it away from me, but mostly because I knew what was going to happen next. He turned his body so that he was hovering above me, and kissed my shoulders before trailing his lips down my spine, kissing the small of my back before positioning himself between my legs. He spread my ass cheeks and pulled himself closer. A thrill of anticipation and a foreboding of dread filled me as I felt the head rub against my asshole. I gripped the sheets and bit the pillow.

"Ready?" He asked.

"What the fuck do you think?" I said between clenched teeth. He laughed, then pulled me back. I screamed into the pillow as he started to push his dick into virgin territory. I flexed my ass and tried to relax it as much as possible, but it was like he was tearing me apart. "I fucking hate you and your sexy accent." I groaned into the pillow. He gave a laugh and grunt and from that I figured that he had gotten as far as his head inside. Tears sprung to my eyes as he paused, and I prayed my ass would relax a little more.

"I'm gonna give it a bit more..." he said, warning me I thought. He then pushed an inch further. I gasped and bit my lip.

"Clarke, you..." I gave a moan as his hand reached under me and rubbed at my clit in an attempt to distract me from the pain. I cocked my ass back at him and flexed my ass around his dick more. "You'd better rub that a little harder... because fuck!" I heard his laugh and rubbed my face into the pillow. He forced his dick further into me slowly, pushing two fingers into my pussy at the same speed. My eyes rolled back into my head. "Just push it the rest of the way in. Fucking do it." He used his free hand to grip my hip, his fingertips brushing my butterfly tattoo on my right hip, and then forced himself the rest of the way in while I cursed into the pillow.

"Don't you fucking move yet." I said as he started to pull back. "Let me... ugh... get used to it..." I bit my lip again, first trying to force thoughts of killing him out of my mind, then trying to forget the taboo of his dick buried to the hilt in my ass. He slowly stroked my clit as he sat there. I gave a sigh. "Alright... I'm ready." I wiggled my ass against him, preparing myself for it, but one thing happened I didn't expect.




The Meeting



I liked the feeling resonating from my ass, liked it enough to give a moan. "Oh shit..." I whispered. He readjusted himself, and in my newly loosened ass, it felt delicious. "Oh fuck Clarke..." I moaned. His dick was filling my ass. I swallowed hard. "Try fucking me." I said. He laughed.

"As if you had a choice in that part... but fuck this is tight." He said.

"What the hell did you expect?" I said back. "It's virgin! Well... at least... it was." I rubbed my forehead into the pillow. He pulled his cock out, leaving just the head inside, then plunged back inside. I groaned, and the guttural sound that left my mouth shocked even me. My ass walls sucked at him and he pushed back in. His fingers on my clit were driving me crazy, and his pounding my asshole and my cunt in tandem had my eyes rolling back in my head. "Oh god Clarke..."

My orgasm welled up and hit me from both holes at once. I screamed into the pillow and thrust my hips as best I could back at him, ignoring the random twinges of pain. He locked my hips in place with his hands, then fucked my ass like crazy. He held me still while he went along and on his final thrust, emptied himself inside of me. I moaned, cursing him and his dick as I lay there, unable to move. He pulled out, and my asshole twitched as a dribble of cum leaked out. He laid himself on my back.

"Wasn't so bad... was it?" He whispered in my ear. I cursed.

"Fuck you Clarke..." I said, turning my head so I was looking at him. His kissed me and ground his cock against my ass.

"We already did that." He laughed. I shook my head and laughed back.

"Very funny."



The Meeting



Special thanks to Angle_Love; without her hard work and encouraging words this story would have never been posted. Thank you Angle.

He could not believe that he was finally going to see her after all these years. Since his divorce, she had been all he could think of. He fantasized every day how it would be to see her again, make love to her again, and now the day had finally arrived. He could barely sit still.

He had decided that he would greet her at the door, dressed in his new leather micro mini skirt and his new leather corset. She knew that he liked to dress as a woman, but he did not know if she would still accept him the way she did in the past. 

The fact that he was a transvestite had finally destroyed his marriage. He had been able to hide the fact from his wife for nearly 15 years, but, his urge to dress up had finally become too great for him to hide any longer. He told his wife. 

He was nervous. His hands were shaking as he lit yet another cigarette.

When he did, you would have though that he had told her that he had been cheating on her; she went crazy. Six months later they were sitting across from each other in her lawyer's office signing the divorce papers. Nearly 15 years down the tubes because she refused to listen or try to understand him.

She would be here any minute.

His friends, most of them, had stood by him during the divorce; some even knowing the reason his wife had left him. It was one of his friends that had told him that they had seen her in the local grocery store, putting the first thought in his mind of getting back together with her. As he searched for information about her and how to get in contact with her, he discovered that she to had recently divorced and was now living in the same town.

His heart jumped as he watched her pull into the driveway.

He had been able to get her number from a person he knew at the phone company, her number was unlisted, and had worked up the courage to call her a few weeks after his divorce had been finalized. By that time he was dressing as a woman nearly every day after work and all day on the weekends. In a short amount of time he had purchased an extensive collection of clothes for himself, along with make-up, perfume and his new pride, a long light brown curly wig, made of real human hair. The wig had cost him nearly a month's pay, but when he first put it on, the way he looked and the way it made him feel about himself, made the cost seem trivial.

As she stepped out of her car, his heart was in his throat, and he was finding it hard to swallow.

In the two weeks since he had first contacted her by phone, it had taken this long to get together because of their work schedules. She had just started a new job, and he was in the middle of his work's busiest time, so it made it very difficult for them to find a time they were both free to meet. Between now and the time of his first phone call to her, he had been very busy. 

He practiced every day on applying his make up so that he looked as much like a woman as possible. He had been shopping countless times, buying outfit after outfit, not being able to make up his mind how he wanted to dress for their first meeting in years. He had also finally done something he had been thinking of doing since his wife had first moved out; he had laser hair removal done, leaving his body hairless and smooth. The only hair he had left was on the top of his head and his eye brows. Everything else he had removed, including his facial hair, freeing him from the task of daily shaving.

As he watched her walk to the door, he was finding it very difficult to breathe. What would she do when she saw him? Would she at least come in and talk to him, or would she turn and leave?

The day of the meeting had finally arrived and he had spent the night before tossing and turning, unable to sleep, wondering if he was making the right decision to meet her dressed as a woman. Unable to sleep he had gotten up and paced the house, agonizing over what to do. Finally, as the nighttime sky was lightening toward morning, he made up his mind that he was doing the right thing by letting her know from the start how he was. Once he had made up his mind, he was able to relax a bit before he had to start getting ready for their meeting. While he had been pacing, he had also decided what he was going to wear for their meeting. He had bought every type of outfit imaginable, from the most conservative to the sluttiest he could find. And since he really wanted nothing more than to make love to her again, he decided he was going to go for broke and dress like a slut. He was taking a chance by dressing for their first meeting, he might as well make it a really big chance.

As she knocked on the front door, he was unable to move, his legs felt like Jell-O and his feet would not move.

It had taken him nearly three hours to get himself ready. He had applied and then washed and then reapplied then washed his make up on and off so many times, his face felt raw, but when he had finally gotten it to were he liked it, he had to say it looked perfect. Once he placed his wig on and pulled on his outfit, his newly purchased black leather micro mini skirt and black leather corset, a pair of the deepest black stockings, his favorite pair of high heeled black mid-calf boots, and a black leather thong, that was specially designed to hide his male body parts, he felt beautiful.

By the time she knocked the second time, he had worked up the courage to open the door. As he pulled the door open and got his first good look at her in nearly 10 years, his penis began to harden and push painfully against the leather of his thong. She was still as gorgeous as ever. Her long dark curly hair cascading down to her shoulders, her deep dark brown eyes, and her sleek slim body, all was too much for him, he found as he stared at her, he could not speak.

When she laid eyes on him, she knew it was him underneath the make up and clothing, and she found herself as sexually excited by it now as she had when he had first dressed up for her. As she stood staring at him, her juices dampening her lace panties, waiting for him to invite her in, she began to envision them making love, wildly. Realizing that he was not either going to ask her in or could not, she made the first move. Stepping forward, right into his leather-covered body, she pushed him back, as she stood on her tippy toes and kissed him full on the lips, smearing their lipstick together as her tongue explored his mouth.

As she pressed her body against his, he could not help but to step back, letting her into the house. As she pressed her lips against his, he let the door close behind her, moving his arm to embrace her. As she pushed her tongue passed his slick red lips, gently parting them, he placed his other arm around her body, pulling her as tight as possible against his body; savoring the feel of her against him.

"Hi," she said as she broke their kiss, stepping back out of his embrace.

His heart still pounding hard in his chest, his whole body tingling from her kiss, he still could not find the ability to speak but one chocked word. " Hi."

"You look wonderful. I had a feeling that just maybe you would be dressed for our meeting." As she spoke, she walked across the room, taking a seat on the large overstuffed couch along the far wall. " As a matter of fact, I was hoping you would be dressed up."

"I, um . . . It's the reason..." He still could not get control over his body to communicate, as he sat down next to her on the couch.

As he sat down, he realized that he had wanted to offer her a drink before sitting, "Can I get you something to drink?" He rose quickly, moving toward the dinning room and the bar as he spoke.

"Yes, please. A single malt scotch if you have it." She watched him as he crossed the room, the way his body moved. He still moved mostly like a man, but something about the way he moved and the short skirt he was wearing, turned her on even more.

As he crossed into the other room, he found that her simple request for his favorite drink, and the fact he could feel her eyes following him as he walked, began to relax him; she seamed to fully accept him the way he was dressed.

"I have to admit that I was a little scared to greet you dressed the way I am, but I needed to get everything out in the open with you from the start." He poured them both a drink and walked back into the other room. "I mean, the fact that I am a transvestite caused me my marriage, I certainly wasn't going to hide it from you, start something with you, and then lose you." He handed her drink to her and sat down next to her.

As he lifted his glass to his red shiny lips, he could smell her, a musky scent that he remembered so very well, making his already hardened member swell larger, forcing him to squirm as he sat trying to ease the pain he was feeling.

"I am not going to pull any punches Bobby, I am hoping this meeting will be the beginning of our relationship that we left so long ago." She never once took her eyes from his face as she spoke. "I have to admit I had heard rumors about your divorce, and the reasons behind it and was more then ready to see you dress as a woman again." She took a sip of her drink. "Though I must admit to you that now compared to the first time you dressed for me, you look much better, more like a woman." Lifting her glass once again, she drained it.

As she, rose to refill her own glass, he noticed for the first time since she had arrived what she was wearing. Her ever shapely legs were covered by the same shade of black nylon he was wearing, and she too had a pair of black calf boots on, but her heels were much lower than his. A black spandex mini skirt that traveled up her body tightly covered her still perfect ass; its waistband ending half way up her stomach. Her ample breasts were covered by a short sleeve white spandex half shirt that was so tight he could tell she was not wearing a bra underneath. Her hard erect nipples were pushing against the tight fabric.

"Beth I cannot tell you how happy I am to hear you say that." He drained his drink and crossed the room to join her.

As he neared her, she set her drink down on the small service bar, pulled up her skirt, revealing her white lace panties and black garter belt underneath, and stepped in front of him. "Take me now Bobby. Make love to me the way we use to." She pushed her body hard against his, grinding herself against him.

He could feel the heat from her body through the leather of his corset as he reached his hands behind her taking hold of her firm round ass. Pulling her tighter against him, he lifted her. Then as carefully as he could, he knelt down, laying her on the floor as he came to rest on top of her hot firm body. As he laid himself across her, he kissed her deeply, smearing his lipstick with hers as their tongues danced together.

As he kissed her, massaging her ample firm breasts through the glossy smooth fabric of her top, she reached her hands down his back, grabbing the hem of his skirt, lifting it to his waist, so she could massage his ass.

"Take me now." She pushed him off her, and turned herself until she was on her hands and knees in front of him. "Take me now. Take me from behind."

The sweet musky smell of her, her ass just inches from his face, were all too much for him to exercise any further thought of control. As quickly as he could, he stripped his leather thong from his body, freeing his hard long hot member. Taking himself in one hand, he placed his other on the small of her back, preparing to enter her hot steaming hole, the memory of which was still fresh in his mind after all the years.

As she sensed him nearing her with his throbbing manhood, she allowed her head to drop to the floor, raising her sweet wet flower closer to him and the same time freeing her hands to reach down between her legs and rip her panties from around her waist, exposing to him her cleanly shaved swollen pussy. Throwing her now shredded panties aside, she trusted herself backwards into him. Feeling the large bulbous head of his thick hot member touch her wet moist lips for the first time in years, she drove herself back even harder, until she had forced the thick round head of him into her.

With the tip of his dick buried in her steaming hot pussy, he held himself there, once again enjoying the feeling of her. Then without warning, he drove himself deep into her with one long strong stroke, nearly pushing her flat onto the floor.

"Yes!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as he began to push himself in and out of her now dripping hot pussy. The faster and harder he drove into her, the harder she pushed herself backwards against him, driving his long thick member into herself as far as he could go. 

"Faster. Faster!!" she screamed as he felt the slick smooth walls of her pussy tighten and contract, as she began to orgasm. 

No longer able to control her body, she began to buck wildly, driving his dick deeper and deeper into her, as she came. He had always been able to make her cum, and the years they had been apart had not changed a thing. She was now screaming uncontrollably as she came again. It was in the midst of her second orgasm, she felt his body tense behind her, as he grabbed her hips hard and began to fill her with his hot thick liquid. As the first spray of his heavy boiling fluid touched her deep within, she began to cum for a third time, driving his pulsing dick deep into her throbbing burning pussy.

As both of their orgasms began to subside, and they were able to catch their breaths, they knelt where they were, still locked together on the floor.

"I want to do something for you my dear," she purred, turning to look at him over her shoulder. "I want to do something I have never done for anyone before." She moved forward as she spoke, forcing his now shrinking member to slip out of her still hot pussy, causing him to let a sigh escape from his lips. "I need you to lie down on your back where you are, my sexy little girl." She was still looking at him over her shoulder.

As he moved to do as she asked, he could not think of what she had in mind as he laid himself down on the floor. The whole time he was moving, all he could think of was how good it felt to make love to her again and how much he liked having her talk to him like he was a woman. Once he was flat on his back, she began to move herself backwards until her hot sweet pussy was over his face and her face was over his limb cock. Without saying a word, she bent her head down, gently sucking him deep into her mouth as she twirled her tongue over his sensitive head. She was driving him crazy. No one he had ever had sex with was ever willing to suck him after he had made love to her, and the experience was fantastic. 

As she continued to suck and lick his now growing member, he thought it would be only fair for him to do the same to her. Looking up at her hairless pussy, just inches above his head, he could see his own thick fluid beginning to drip out of her, covering her swollen moist lips. Trying not to think about what he was about to do, he lifted himself up slightly and licked her red-hot lips, tasting himself for the first time. As the taste of her sweet juices mixed with his, own hot cum, touched his tongue, he found that it was not a bad taste; instead, he found it to be a taste he could enjoy. Now that he had discovered he liked the taste of their combined cum, he began to lick and clean her pussy in earnest.

As she felt his tongue touch her still swollen lips, she felt her body quiver, both from his hot tongue and the thought of him eating his own cum out of her. She had tasted the combination of them first, as she had sucked his limp member into her mouth, and knew how good it tasted to her. As he discovered this and drove his face deeper into her, searching for more, she sucked on him harder. The farther he drove his hot tongue into her, the harder she sucked on him, as he now began to grow in her mouth. His tongue buried deep into her, his chin pushing against her swelling clitoris, she could no longer hold herself up on her hands and knees. 

Wanting him to continue to eat her, wanting his dancing tongue as deep into her as she could get it, she pushed herself backward until she was resting her pulsing pussy on his face, grinding her hard little clitoris against his chin. It was not long, with his tongue dancing deep in her steaming pussy; she was cumming again, covering his face with her own hot juices. Not wanting him to stop, but wanting to please him as he was pleasing her, she lifted herself off his face, turning herself until her dripping wet pussy was poised over his hard stiff cock. Taking his thick member in hand, she guided it slowly into her, releasing him as she drove him deep into her hot moist hole.

"Don't move baby, I'm going to do you like you've never been done before," she told him as she began to slowly rotate her hips in a circular motion. As she continued to rotate her hips on his stiff long shaft, she began to also lift herself up and down, pulling him in and out of her hot moist pussy. She could tell by the look on his face. He was enjoying what she was doing to him.

As she moved herself faster and faster on his stiff hard member, she drew them both closer to the edge of ecstasy. As he was about to cum his breathing hard and deep with the look of pure pleasure on his face, she lifted her body off his, turned and took his cock deep into her mouth. It was not long until he was filling her mouth with his sweet hot liquid, splashing against the back of her throat.

"That was great my little slut," Beth said as she released his shrinking cock for her mouth, turning to lay her head and body against his hot leather-covered body. "I didn't know I could still cum like that."

"I'm glad to know that I can still make you cum like that," he told her as he caressed her hair. "I was so afraid, at first, that you would not want me the way I am, and then I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to please you..."

"Shhh..." She held her finger against his lips to stop him from going on. "Bobby I think you and I have just started something very unique. Having you dressed as a woman, does something to me deep down inside. I'm not sure what yet, but I do know that it made me so very horny that when we were making love, I was cuming as soon as you pushed the head of your thick hard cock passed my hot wet lips." 

As she spoke, she could feel herself getting wet again, just thinking of him making love to her again. "I need you again. I want you again." Her one hand was between his legs, gently stroking his soft limb cock, as her other was between her legs, spreading her hot juices over her swollen lips as she played with herself. "I want my girlfriend to make love to me again."

As she breathed the last into his ear, he could feel himself growing in her hand. The combination of how she was treating him, calling him her girlfriend, and her gentle massaging of his cock, along with the fact she was playing with herself, was arousing him once again. His cock now swollen once again to its full length and thickness in her hand, he was ready to take her again. Pushing her hand aside, he began to rise, gently moving her off his leather clad body, pushing her to the floor.

"Now wait," she stopped him, sitting herself up next to him. Removing her own hand from between her legs, she placed her nectar-covered fingers against his lips as she continued to speak. "I have an idea, no a fantasy, I would like to know if you want to help me live out." As she spoke, she pushed her fingers deep into his mouth, letting him hungrily clean them of her sweet cum.

"Yes Beth, whatever you want, I want to give it to you," he told her as she removed her fingers from his hungry mouth. "Whatever fantasy you may have, I will do the best I can to make it come true."




The Meeting



Nervously she steps through the doorway, her heart pounding so hard she fears it may actually leap through her chest, small blunt teeth lowering to worry at an already swollen lip as her eyes anxiously scan the crowd. 

Her hands are clenched together tightly, knuckles white with strain as nerves rack her body, her mind a rush of thoughts as she tries to visualise the scene about to take place, several possible outcomes racing over each other, jumbling together into one huge mess in her mind.

Time passes, mere seconds in reality, but to her it's a lifetime of waiting, watching and hoping...hoping he shows...hoping things go as planned...hoping with all her heart that everything she's wished for and waited months for, is about to finally come true.

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves she lets her eyes roam slowly over the crowd once more, seeking a glimpse of dark hair, eyes hopefully searching for a tall body in the sea of faces milling around her.

Her heart stops as she spots a dark head weaving its way through the crowd, only to jerk painfully to life once more as she catches sight of the persons face, her disappointment clearly etched on her features as she realises it's not the one she seeks.

Shoulders slumped and eyes downcast she takes several steps forward, a silent tear tracing its path down a pale cheek. Fearful that her dreams have died before they have had a chance to grow and bloom she stops to take another deep breath, trying desperately to calm herself before she breaks down in the middle of the crowd.

Eyes closing on her inner pain she stands there, hands hanging loosely at her sides, her body slumped forward, her pose reflecting her pain. Her frame shakes with silent sobs as the stress of the journey finally taking its toll on her exhausted body.

A small gasp escapes her trembling lips as she feels the soft brush of a fingertip glide across her cheek, catching her tear before it falls to the floor. Her head jerks up and back, eyes lifting to lock onto the pair above her, widening as the reality sinks in...he's here...he's standing right before her...his hand is tracing against her cheek... it's finally real.

She stands there before him, her body shaking, chest heaving as she drags much needed air deep in to her lungs, her mind racing to take in the reality of the situation. Her eyes flick over his face, taking in every little detail, storing this moment in her memory forever, never wanting it to end.

A shy smile stretches her lips, her voice barely a whisper, husky with emotion as she lifts her eyes to his once more and whispers.

"Hi."

His answering smile lights up his face, his eyes twinkling as he leans closer to softly whisper his own soft 

"Hi."

Moments pass as she stands motionless before him, their bodies bare inches apart, yet still not touching, his finger lingering gently against her soft cheek. Her eyes close on a soft sigh as she leans into his hand, her smile growing as she feels him move against her flesh, his hand opening to stretch and cup her cheek tenderly, thumb brushing lightly against her skin.

A low moan escapes her lips as she leans forward, eager to press her body against the length of his, her progress halted as she feels him drop his hands to grip her shoulders, gently pushing her back away from him. Confusion creeps into her eyes as she lifts her gaze to his, her protest dying on her lips as she sees his face, his eyes closed against the strain as he tries to bring himself under control once more.

Patiently she waits with hands clenched by her sides for his eyes to open, finally as they flicker open she lifts her gaze to his, her eyes silently asking him... Why?... A shudder passes through his body as he takes a deep breath, his eyes locking on hers as he groans low in his throat.

"If I touch you now, I won't be able to stop."

Laughing softly to himself he steps back, his eyes lowering to run over her body, his grin stretching as he takes in the sight before him. 

Lifting his eyes, he shakes his head, "I can't believe you're finally here." 

A soft whimper passes her lips as she watches his gaze roam over her body, one foot lifting as she steps forward instinctively, only to stop short as he lifts one hand between their bodies a soft "Don't" slipping past his lips.

Taking a small step back he visibly brings himself under control, shoulders pulling back, chest lifting in a deep cleansing breath, finally a smile breaks out on his face as one hand reaches out to grip hers. Turning to walk away he gently tugs her along with him, his pace fast in his urgency, her own steps increasing rapidly as she struggles to keep up, the smile on her face and the happiness she feels cancelling out any worries she may have in regards to his hastiness.

The next few moments pass in a blur, her eyes moving to drift along his body as he quickly guides her along the walkway, his hand still gripping hers as he ushers her towards the exit. Stopping just outside the doors he turns to look down at her, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he holds one hand out in front of him, sweeping sideways as he says "Welcome to my world."

Turning her gaze from his she lets her eyes drift over the scene before her, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her eyes drift from one object to another, her face lifting to his again as she whispers, "It's beautiful." 

Nodding he quickly dashes to the sidewalk and holds open the door to a cab, nodding to the driver as he moves to lift her bags into the boot.

She turns to smile as he slides into the seat next to her, her hand reaching for his once more as she leans back, eyes closing as she sighs happily. Her eyelids lift, her gaze locking on him, searching his face as one hand lifts, a finger stretching out to tentatively slide against his cheek, her voice in awe as she whispers, "You're real."

A deep laugh passes his lips as he leans closer, his own hand lifting to cover hers as it rests against his cheek, his voice low as he whispers for her ears alone.

"As soon as I get you alone, I'm going to show you just how real I am." 

An answering laugh escapes her lips, the tension finally passing as the reality sinks in, her grin wicked, one corner of her mouth lifting as she winks and replies equally low.

"It might take several attempts for me to be truly convinced."

His voice a deep purr as he responds, "I was hoping you'd say that."

The journey was swift, the outside world passing by in a blur, each only having eyes for the other, hands drifting softly against bodies, exploring and discovering. As the cab slows to a stop a small frown etches itself against his features, his head lifting in surprise as he glances out the window to discover they have arrived at their destination.

With a wink and a wide grin he helps her from the cab, quickly leading her through the doors and to the desk of the hotel. Her eyes move to take in her surroundings as he deals with the check in, before long they drift back to her favourite subject, a small sigh escaping her lips as she allows herself a few moments of luxury and truly takes in the sight of his body. 

Her breathing increases slightly as her eyes drift lower, teeth dropping to worry at her lip as they drift over his ass tightly encased in denim. Her eyes lift, sliding up over his back to the broad expanse of his shoulders, her head filling with visions of what lies beneath the material.

He turns to glance at her, his gaze taking in her flushed cheeks and erratic breathing, smiling softly to himself he quickly snatches up the electronic key for their room, turning to reach for her hand once more. His thumb brushes against the back of her hand as he draws her with him towards the elevators, his impatience reflected in his posture as he shifts restlessly, the wait for the doors to open seeming to take a lifetime.

Moments later they stand before the door of their room, her hand clutching tighter to his as he slips the key into the slot, the light blinks, granting them access. Pushing the door open he allows her to enter before him, she moves quickly to stand in the centre of the room, her hands wringing tightly together as she turns to look back at him.

Turning to close the door he leans back against it, hands braced against the wood as he lets his gaze drift over her body, lingering over her legs before sliding up to take in her hips, the material of her pants fitting snugly against her skin. A soft moan flows past slightly parted lips as his eyes lift to the swell of her breasts as they push against the restricting material of her top, rising and falling rapidly in time with her breathing.

Pushing away from the door he slowly begins to walk towards her, his eyes still indulging in their leisurely perusal of her body. Her gaze is locked on his body in turn, eyes drifting over his shape, her mind filled with images, visions of his naked body pressed against hers.

Stopping before her he lifts a hand to her face, his fingers reaching out to spread against her skin, palm curving slightly to cup her cheek, thumb brushing feather light against her bruised lip, pausing to press gently against the tender flesh. Her eyes drift shut on a low moan, her body swaying forward slightly, drawn to him by its own volition.

Lifting his other hand, he traces a finger across her chin, drifting lower as he trails along her neck, down across her collarbone to finally rest against her shoulder, fingers curling to gently grasp the curve of her upper arm.

Head turning slightly she moves to press a light kiss against his palm, her own hands lifting to rest against his chest, palms moving in tight circles over the material, thumbs reaching out to brush against hardened nipples as they press against the rough fabric.

Slipping one hand higher along his chest she lets her fingers explore, running them lightly over his collarbone, following the jutting bone higher, sighing softly as her fingers curve over his broad shoulder, gently kneading against the hard muscles. Hand moving once more she follows the path from his shoulder to the junction between shoulder blade and neck, nails moving to rake lightly against the indentation, before slipping higher to sink deep into his rich dark hair.

Turning her face from his palm, she lifts her gaze to his, a small gasp of surprise escaping her lips as she sees desire and love, aimed at her, reflected within their depths. Fingers jerking within his hair, she tugs him closer, her tongue flicking out to trace along her lower lip, her own eyes plainly reflecting her love and desire for him to see.

With a low groan he closes the gap, his lips fitting against hers easily, the tip of his tongue darting out to press against her lips, pleading for entrance into her warm haven. Eagerly her lips part, his tongue swiftly moving to fill her mouth, sliding along the length of hers, dancing against the edges, teasing, tormenting, fulfilling her yearnings and yet promising much more to come.

Pressing herself against him, her free hand lifts to join its twin as they tangle within his hair, tugging his lips harder against hers. Moaning in frustration, her body unable to press as close to his as she craves she pulls back from the kiss to search his eyes, her frustration reflected back at her within his dark orbs.

Breath coming in harsh gasps he leans his forehead against hers, cool air flowing against her heated cheeks as he struggles to catch his breath before whispering in a low groan. 

"You have too many clothes on." 

Her soft laugh in answer flowing past his ears, head twisting slightly, nose brushing lightly against his as she whispers in turn. 

"As do you my love."

Stepping back her hands lift to tug at the edges of his shirt, her eyes locked on his, a smile of pure joy lighting her face. His answering grin stretches across his face as his own hands drop to the buttons of her shirt, making short work of them as he rapidly slips each one through its corresponding hole.

Dropping his hands from her shirt he moves to grip his own, lifting and tugging it up over his body, her hands lift to stop his progress as the shirt begins to pass over his face. Trapped beneath the material he cannot see, his body on fire as he feels her pressing against his bare chest, her lips lifting to lay soft delicate butterfly kisses along his jaw.

Groaning low in his throat he begs,"Please love." 

One last kiss is pressed against his rough jaw line before she takes pity and releases his arms. A deep growl passes his lips as his face finally emerges from the material, lips moving as he mutters, "Tease."

The laughter dies on her lips as her eyes focus on the sight before her, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, a trail of dark hairs leading down his stomach before disappearing from sight beneath his jeans. His own eyes are busy trailing over her body, her shirt gaping open revealing lace covered breasts to his gaze, pale skin glowing, the silver of her navel piercing glinting in the light, drawing his eyes lower.

With a deep groan her hands lift to the waistband of his jeans, nibble fingers swiftly releasing the button from its enclosure, zipper sliding effortlessly to the base. Stepping back he pushes his feet out of his shoes, kicking them to the side carelessly, his hands lifting back to the waist of his denims, fingers curling against the fabric as he pushes back and down, sighing softly as the material slides soundlessly against his flesh to pool around his ankles.

Quickly kicking his jeans to the side he brings his body back to hers, crushing himself against her softness, hands drifting over her back, tugging her closer still. Moaning softly she rubs her hips against the fabric of his boxers, sighing softly as she feels his hardness pushing against her, eager for her touch.

Her hands drop to his waist, fingers curling against the fabric as she slowly slides it lower, the backs of her fingers brushing against his ass, muscles tensing beneath her hands as a low moan sounds deep in his throat. Flicking her tongue out against his chest, moaning softly at the saltiness, her hands pushing further, a grin breaking out against her features as she feels them slip down to rest against his feet.

Slipping her hands behind him she slowly trails her nails against his bare flesh, laughing softly as she hears a low moan above her, rumbling through his chest and into hers, his body shivering beneath her touch. His hands glide over her back, lifting to rest against her shoulders, fingers dipping beneath the material, pushing backwards, smiling to himself in satisfaction as the soft material slides easily to the floor.

Large hands slide over her delicate back, nimble fingers quickly divesting her of her bra, her breasts exposed to the cool air, nipples hard from excitement. Moans fill the room, hers and his, as his hands lift to cup her breasts, thumbs moving to slide against the hard nubs. Head dipping, his tongue flicks out against one nipple, her body jerking against his in reaction to his touch, her hands lifting to grip against his arms.

One hand snakes behind her back, tugging her to him as his mouth opens to suck her nipple deep within his warm recesses, tongue continuing to torment from within. Lifting his head he brings his gaze to hers, her eyes glazed with desire she blinks to bring him into focus, her lips parted as her breath rushes in and out.

A wicked grin lights his face as he slowly walks her backwards, his eyes locked on hers, hands gently guiding her until she feels herself bump against a wall. Sagging against this support in relief she braces her back against it, relieving her shaky knees of their duty.

Pressed against the wall she stares into his eyes, her breasts heaving as she allows her eyes to drift lower, a small gasp escaping her lips as she sees how aroused he has become, his cock hard and erect, throbbing in time with the steady beating of his heart. 

Stepping closer he leans to press a light kiss against her neck, his lips grazing slowly across her flesh, slipping lower as he travels down her body. Pausing he presses a soft kiss against her breasts, his tongue flicking out teasingly along the underside of each before slipping lower to dip into her navel.

Teeth grazing lightly against her flesh he drops to his knees, hands lifting to slide against the material of her pants, moving up and around to cup her ass, squeezing gently before releasing her and reaching for the button at the front. Her eyes close on a soft sigh as she leans against the wall, her hands sliding back to rest against the cool surface, fingertips pressing down firmly.

Leaning close to her body he presses a kiss above the button as his fingers deftly ease it through the tiny hole and slide the zipper free. Peeling the material open he presses a lingering kiss against the soft skin visible above the lace of her panties.

A low groan sounds in the room, her body consumed with desire as she feels his lips against her heated skin, one hand lifting from the wall to drop against his head, fingers slipping deep within his dark locks, tugging him closer against her.

Keeping his lips close to her body, his tongue darting out at intervals to lick against her skin, he grips the edges of her pants and slips them down past her hips, pushing them till they lay in a heap at her feet. Lifting his head he leans lower, lips pressing briefly against her thigh as his hands carefully ease her feet from their shoes, gently lifting each foot as he slides her pants free, a soft kiss left against the instep of each foot as her reward.

Pushing her pants to the side, he once more lifts his hands to rest against her thighs, his face brushing against her stomach as he rests against her, breathing deeply, absorbing her scent. Hands sliding higher to cup her ass, tugging her against him as he takes one last deep breath before pushing back to stare up into her eyes.

Dropping her gaze to his as she feels his touch leave her body, she stares in wonder at the love reflected back at her, her breath catching on a soft sob. A crooked grin tugs at his mouth momentarily, before he quickly ducks forward to press a gentle kiss against her silk covered mound, his fingers creeping up her ass to tuck into the top of her panties, pulling and dragging them lower over her hips.

Pushing them to the floor, he once more lifts each foot out, his lips lingering longer against her instep, tongue moving to slide against her flesh before he gently places it back on the ground. Rocking back on his heels he looks up, his gaze locked on her bare pussy, his grin stretching wide across his face as he leans forward to press his lips against the bare flesh.

Groaning low she presses her hips forward, pushing off the wall, pressing harder against his teasing mouth, hips jerking as a loud gasp escapes her lips, his tongue snaking out against her lips, sliding against her slick skin. Her hands grip tighter in his hair, pushing him closer to her, needing his touch against her body. 

Laughing softly he pushes back from her, slowly sliding back up her body, his tongue trailing against her skin, stopping to circle her navel before continuing it's journey higher. Hands following in his tongues wake, moving to slide around her back, fingers digging deep into her flesh.

Leaning forward, his lips brush against hers as his fingers dig deeper into her hips, lifting and sliding her higher against the wall, her arms lift, hands moving to grip his shoulders for support, her breasts bouncing and brushing against his face.

As her nails dig into his shoulders her legs lift to wrap around his body, her head tossing back, pressing against the wall as she feels his hard cock rub along the length of her aching pussy, her body pushing down against it, needing to feel him buried deep inside her.




The Meeting



Soft whimpers escape her parted lips, as her body becomes crushed between him and the wall, her breasts flattened against his strong chest, hard nipples digging into his skin. Whimpers turn to low groans as his lips press against her neck, sliding higher to brush against her ear, his warm breath blowing over her sensitive skin as he leans in to whisper, "I Love You."

A soft sob escapes her lips at his words, her own whispered "I Love You too" ending on a sharp gasp as he lunges up, driving his cock hard and deep inside her waiting pussy, her legs shifting to grip tighter around his body in response.

All movement ceases as he holds her body still against the wall, the strain on his face reflected on hers, a barely audible "Oh god" passing his lips as he leans down to press his face against her shoulder. The pain of his fingers digging into her hips fades as the sensation of finally having his cock buried deep inside her takes over, her whole being centred on the feeling of him filling and stretching her.

Hands dropping to wrap around his shoulders, her legs gripping tight around his waist she slowly begins to move her hips against him, tight circles rubbing against his flesh sending a low groan rumbling through his chest. His lips slide against her flesh, teeth nipping lightly at her skin as he moves against her neck, slipping lower, tongue darting out to flick against her collarbone. 

Slowly in response to her movements his own hips begin to move, his cock sliding almost completely out of her, the tip still firmly gripped within her clutching pussy. Blunt teeth sink into the flesh of her shoulder as he slams his hips forward once more, his cock plunging deeper than before, bodies pressed hard against each other, chests rising and falling in unison.

Letting her head drop against his shoulder her own mouth opens over him, her tongue teasing and tracing along his luminous skin, the tip tracing intricate patterns against his flesh. Her tongue continues its exploration as her hands drop to wander over his back, nails raking lightly against his flesh leaving red trails in their wake.

Pushing closer against her, bracing her against the wall with his weight he lets his hands drift lower, fingers spreading to cup her ass, supporting her body as he raises her up off his cock before slamming her back down onto him, driving himself hard and deep inside her moist walls.

Removing one hand from his back she slips it behind her, fingers bracing against the wall as he pounds into her, her back, slick with moisture, sliding easily against the smooth wall. Spreading his legs slightly he braces his body to support her weight as he continues to grind his hips against hers, his cock sliding effortlessly within her slippery opening.

Eyes closing as a low groan slips past her lips, she lifts her hand from the wall, fingers slipping to cover her breast, reaching out to tug on an aching nipple, stretching the tight bud up. Her other hand slides higher on his back, fingers dipping into his thick hair, thumb reaching forward to rub against his neck, slipping up to tease lightly against the lobe of his ear.

Gripping one ass cheek tight as he continues to pump himself into her he slips his other hand lower on her ass, fingers reaching beneath her, seeking their joining, his low groan indicating his success as his fingers make contact. His groan changing to a low hiss of desire as his fingers press closer, feeling himself sliding in and out of her slick pussy lips.

Lifting his hand from beneath her ass, he slides it higher, past her narrow waist, gently nudging against the underside of her soft breast, his hand moving to cup her fingers as they continue tugging against her nipple. Raising her mouth from his shoulder her gaze drops to watch their combined hands, a low moan sounding in her throat at the sight of his large hand covering her pale breast.

Pressing his hand closer against her breast he squeezes gently, thumb rubbing against the sensitive underside in slow feather light strokes. Dropping his head he presses his mouth to hers, his tongue darting out against her, sliding easily along the fullness of her lower lip.

Groaning she tugs him closer, the hand resting in his hair gripping tighter, gathering the locks between her fingers for leverage. Lips parting as she draws him closer, her tongue darting out to flick teasingly against his before pushing past his lips to delve into his warm mouth.

His tongue moves to dance with hers, thrusting and withdrawing against it, mimicking the movements of his lower body as he continues to move inside her. Slipping her hand free of her breast she lifts it to tangle into his hair, matching its twin in its efforts to keep his lips locked onto hers, her own tongue dipping and darting against his, her pace increasing in time with his hips as they begin to pound faster.

His hand on her breast squeezes harder, fingers lifting to grip and twist her nipple, pinching and pulling against the sensitive nub. His hand moving across her chest he reaches to rub his palm against her other nipple, the tight bud responding to his touch immediately, stretching and pushing against his skin.

Groaning into her mouth he rubs his palm harder against her responsive nub, pressing firmly with each stroke, fingers moving to squeeze her breast, pressing deep into the pale flesh, red marks left in their wake. His hand gripping her ass moves in unison with the one fondling her breast, fingers squeezing and releasing in time with the constant thrusting of his hips.

Her feet dig into his ass as she arches against his touch, her body gliding easily against his as she slides herself on his cock, her pussy clenching tighter around him as her body grows tense, her impending orgasm building swiftly.

Letting his hands drop back against her hips, he holds her tight against the wall as he begins to pound into her fiercely, his ass clenched tight with the strain, her feet bouncing against him as she struggles to keep her grip tight.

Head dropping against his body, her teeth sink into his shoulder, biting down hard as her orgasm begins to race through her, spreading from her pussy, arcing up through her body, erupting into a scream as she throws her head back against the wall, his name passing her lips in wonderment.

One last thrust of his hips sends him following her into bliss, his own head thrown back as he roars her name loudly before letting his head drop back down against her shoulder, his breath rushing past his lips as he struggles to regain control. Hips still slowly pumping into her as he rides out his orgasm, he moves his mouth against her, softly murmured words of love spilling past his lips as he clings to her.

Clinging tightly, her arms move to wrap around his shoulders, pressing close against him, her lips pressing small kisses along his jaw and cheek, her voice husky as she repeatedly whispers her love for him against his skin. His arms move to wrap against her back as he turns and walks towards the bed, still buried deep within her.

Carefully lowering himself to the bed, her lays back, hugging his arms tighter around her, pulling her close against him, her arms and legs moving to wrap around his body, her cheek resting against his chest. A large smile spreads across her face as she listens to his racing heart beneath her ear, her hand lifting to rest against her cheek, feeling it thud against her palm.

His hands continue to stroke over her back soothingly as they both struggle to regain their breath, his eyes closed as he marvels at the joy he has just experienced, to finally have his love in his arms, to be buried deep inside her where he has yearned to be for months now.

Her own thoughts follow a similar pattern, her mind a whirl as she struggles to accept that finally she is with him, in his arms, feeling his touch against her naked body, her mind struggling to accept what has just happened. One thought clear in her mind... Being online lovers hadn't prepared her for the reality of his touch...



The Meeting



Dedicated to my Rain King, TLP!

Watching my friend drive away, I bring my hand down from waving good bye to her and walk into the restaurant to meet you. I look around, don't see you and find a spot to wait.

I'm standing inside, by the door, wearing a black skirt that hits mid-thigh covering a very curvy bottom, white buttoned silk top tucked into the skirt, and red high heels as I wait for you to come meet me. My shoulder length dark hair blowing with the warm breeze as the glass entrance door opens and closes and light touch of make-up on my face; but I notice nothing because of what is going through my inflamed imagination; to actually see, touch and kiss the man I have been fantasizing about for so long.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a tall, dark haired man, dress in black jeans and black shirt, walking through the restaurant door, head down, on his cell phone. A little crinkle of his eyes tells me it is a good call and as he lift his head up, he sees me and I see that it is you. Your eyes light up as you realize you are looking at me and you tell the person you are on the phone with that you have to go now and hang up.

I find myself suddenly shy, not knowing what to do next, but you step closer to me, take me into your arms and give me a tight hug. Overwhelmed at feeling you so close, I inhale your scent and hug you tighter. I look up into your eyes and you lean down, softly our lips meet and our bodies mold into each other as we let the kiss linger, our tongues teasing. The feel of your lips on mine seems to send a flash of electricity through my body and I snuggle in closer to you as you deepen the kiss.

The hostess comes over and asks if we are ready to be seated, as we pull away and look at each other, not knowing what to say at first but smiling. You finally tell her that we are and she shows up to our table.

As we sit next to each other, you reach for my hand and lift it to your lips and kiss it. "I can't believe it's you," you say to me in that sexy voice I know so well.

"I feel the same," I answer hoarsely, "and it seems surreal that we finally meet after all this time."

You lean over to me and lick the edge of my ear as you whisper, "God, I want to feel your body next to mine. I want to touch and taste every inch of you, baby. You make me so damn hot."

"Mmmmmm, yes," I whisper back. "I need to feel you inside of me so much my body is getting overheated thinking about it." I need you so bad."

As you sit back into your chair, our waiter comes to the table to ask what we would like to drink before we order. I tell the waiter that we would like to order a bottle of Merlot to share and you nod your head in agreement. We look over the wine menu, decide on a wine and the waiter goes off to get it.

We talk about things that are going on in our lives and catch up since it had been a few days since we chatted. The waiter returns with the bottle and a couple glasses, opens it, has you taste the wine and at your nod, pours us each a glass, takes our food order, and leaves, telling us to enjoy.

You lift your glass and say, "to us, finally meeting and to our continued friendship, where ever it may lead us." To which I clink your glass and we both say "cheers!"

We talk easily as we always do, our eyes drinking in each other while we wait for our food to arrive. Knowing where this will go after dinner, we both seem to be on edge but somewhat relaxed, glad to finally be in each other's company rather than staring at a computer screen seeing each other's images while we chatted or talked on the phone.

Dinner arrives and we slowly eat as we continue to drink our wine, talk softly, glancing up from our plates to look at one another, still amazed to find each other. Throughout dinner, I find I can't keep my hand off your thigh left thigh as I feel your hand roam over on my right thigh and knee. Just the thought of being able to feel you, instead of imagining it, turns me on, that I find I am having difficulty breathing normally. Even my speech seems to be more breathy as we talk; as I feel your hands slide up my thigh, its affect on me directly related to how wet my panties are starting to get from the reaction.

The waiter returns to take our plates when he notices both plates were empty and asks if we would like dessert. You look directly at me, but respond to him, "no, we're fine; dessert is waiting for us at her place." I get your full meaning and blush as the waiter raises an eyebrow, smiles and walks away. We pay the bill, go to your car and drive to my place.

When we walk in to my apartment, you close and lock the door behind you, grab and pull me to you and kiss me hard, your tongue plunging into my mouth, ferocious attacking my tongue, your hands running up my back, pulling me tight into your body, I feel your hard bulge against my hip.

Moaning out loud, I move my hip against your hardening cock, letting you know how much I like the feel of it. You move your lips over and around my face, down on my neck, nibbling, licking and kissing it. I hear your ragged breath near my ear and it turns me on even more that I am affecting you that way. You lick and nibbling on my ear, breathing heavily, telling me how much you want to fill my pussy with your cock. I moan out loud as when I hear you tell me that, pushing my tits up, as I arch my back more as I feel your lips lower down my neck, nibbling down towards my tits.

Your left hand covers my breast through the material of my shirt as you pull and tease my nipple as you continue to kiss me; your right hand drops to squeeze my ass cheek as you pull me in tighter, grinding your hard cock against me over and over, while you moan. Your hand lifts my skirt in the back so that you are feeling skin as you lift your head from my lips to look down at me. My face is flushed and my hands are all over your chest, as I start to unbutton your shirt to feel your skin.

I look up at you, sensing you are staring at me and ask you if you are ok. You smile and tell me you are more than ok and lean down to kiss me again. "I want to feel you naked against me, baby," you say. "I am so hard right now and want to be inside you so bad."

I smile at you, back away and start to unbutton my shirt as you watch. Your eyes glued to my fingers, watching me undress. As I pull the shirt out of the waistband of the skirt, you eyes go to my breasts, watching them bounce as I pull the shirt off. You grin and reach a hand out to touch the skin above my bra, sliding your finger along the fabric from my breast up to my shoulder and back down again. Again the jolt of electricity runs through me and I moan out loud at your touch. You look up at my face and your finger comes up to my lips and traced them as your other hand still glides along my skin above my bra.

The sensation causes my nipples to harden and your hands runs over them, eliciting more moans. You reach to the front clasp and remove it as my breasts spill out of my bra. You take them into your hands and your lips touch one and then other nipple, kissing them lightly, blowing on them with your breath.

I feel my pussy start to tingle and feel the wetness on my panty as you taunt and tease my body to full arousal. I want to feel you closer but love the torment you are putting my body through. I wrap my arms around your hip and pull you closer so that I can feel your throbbing cock through your pants, as I rub the length of it up and down with my hand. I look into your eyes as you are nibbling on my nipple, but you close them as you catch your breath when you feel my hand go lower to cup your balls and massage them gently.

"Oh, god, that feels so good," you whisper against my nipple, as I resume stroking you through your pants. "I want to fuck you so bad right now. I want to hear you scream as I make you cum over and over tonight." You take a nipple into your mouth and suck it so hard that when you release it, there is slight mark on my breast. "Perfect; just branded you as mine, woman," you tell me, smiling, when I see the mark.

With your shirt opened, I lick your nipples and kiss along your chest up to your neck as you hold on to my hip grinding yourself into me. I pull your shirt off and push my body close to yours so that our naked torsos touch feeling the heat off your body. You pull down the zipper and let my skirt fall to the floor as your hands knead my ass cheeks. I feel the crotch of my panties getting wet as my pussy is on fire by all your touches and teasing of my body.

Stepping back, I pull of my panties, step out of my heels and get onto my knees to remove your shoes and socks. I lean up and unzip your pants and pull them down along with your boxers, your rigid thick rod free of its restraint of fabric. That I actually have it within reach, my mouth drops open in amazement of how it looks, so much better than I imagined.

I slowly touch it, my fingertip lightly tracing an invisible line from the tip halfway down and then my hand slowly wrap around the silky skin, stroking it all the way down to the base of your cock. You lightly play with my hair tenderly, sliding your fingers across the back of my neck sending shivers down my spine, eliciting a moan.

I look up at you, your eyes glazed over with passion looking down at what I am doing. I watch your face as I lick at the tip of your cock seeing your eyes close to the feel of it. Your quick intake of breath lets me know that you like how I am licking down and around the length of you, kissing and nibbling along the way. I rub your cock on my lips, my cheeks, around my face when you grab my head guiding me to take it into my mouth.

I kiss the tip, tasting the pre-cum on my lips as I open to take the head of your cock, sucking it in slowly and gently. "Oh yes," you whisper loudly enough for me to hear, "that feels so good, baby."

I stroke your cock firmly as I slide my lips over the top, pulling it into my mouth, softly and slowly with the suction of my mouth, as I feel it throb. You pump your hip towards my mouth groaning and I take more and more of your cock down into my throat, sliding my hands over your balls, squeezing and massaging them as I suck greedily on your rod. Your breathing starts to become labored as your body is getting more heated from the sensation to your cock. I continue to stroke and suck on your for a couple minutes, love the feeling of you in my hands and in my mouth.

Hearing your groans and moan and wanting to taste your hot juicy load in my mouth, I bob my head on your tool, faster and harder, sucking it so hard that it barely can slide in and out. I feel your balls start to harden, filling with your cum and tighten to your body, letting me know you are close to exploding your salty, sweet juices into my mouth and down my throat. I grab your cock and stroke you hard following the rhythm of my mouth, hear you gasp and your body tense as your hands roughly grab my hair and move your hips, feeling you ready to unload your hot juices.

"Oh, god, fuck yes! Yes! Yes! YESSSSSSSS!" you scream as your cock spasms over and over, unloading what feels like gallons of hot creamy juices into my mouth. I swallow it down as much as I can while I continue to stroke and suck you fast, milking every drop.

You pull your cock out of my mouth as you relax from your orgasm; looking down at me smiling and pull me up so that I am standing with you. We go over to the couch and you sit pulling me onto your lap. You touch my face and lean to kiss me softly. "Wow, baby, that was incredible;" you say against my lips, "felt so amazing."

As you kiss my lips, sliding your tongue in and around, your hand slowly descends to my nipples, tugging and pulling on them and then down over my stomach, until you reach between legs, feeling the wetness you have caused. You spread my legs with you hand, sliding your fingers around the swollen lips, tormenting my pussy with your touch. You glide your fingertips to the hard nub of my clit, softly and slowly, rub it between your fingers, a groan escaping my lips as you tease it unmercifully. "Does that feel good?" you ask against my neck you are nibbling as your fingers torture my moist cunt.

"Ahhhhh... feels so nice, so good," I moan breathlessly, "you're making me so hot, so wet, baby," as I feel your fingers rub my clit harder, feeling you slide a finger into the entrance of my pussy, my juices gushing out as you pump it your finger in slowly.

"Oh yeah, you're so wet," you say, taking the finger into your mouth licking at my juice and sliding it back in. "And so sweet... Oh yeah, pump my finger, baby," you say as you feel me move my hip to meet your finger's thrusts. You torture me for a while, pushing and pulling your finger in and out as your thumb continues to rub on my clit, causing moans to escape from my lips.

"Oh, oh... I'm going to cum. Oh, god, pleeeease!!!" I groan out loud as you rub my clit harder, pumping your finger in and out of my pussy faster.

"Cum for me, baby; I want to make you cum so hard," you whisper in my ear. "I want to feel your body tremble. I want you to know it is me doing this to you," you say as you watch my face, flushed with passion. I feel my thighs start to shake as the waves of passion hit me, my body arching to meet your rubbing, my pussy muscles grabbing your finger with the intensity of my orgasm. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!! Yessssss!!! Cummmmmmminggggggg!!!" I scream as I feel my body go out of control, all in the power of your hands and what you're doing to me.

You hold me tight while my body comes down from my orgasm, kissing my face, pushing my hair out of my face and caressing my nipples, whispering in my ear how you loved pleasuring me and watching me cum.

Snuggling up to you, I give you a big hug around your wide chest as I kiss you on your neck and say, "Mmmmmmm, thank you for that. Felt so incredible, my legs are still shaky."

"Baby, it is still early and we have a lot more to do and a lot more fun to have. Where's your bedroom? Let's go there, lie down, be comfortable and touch each other all night. What do you say?" you ask, pushing me up as you stand.

Nodding my head in agreement, I take your hand, pulling you towards my bedroom. I start to turn the light on but you stop me when noticed all my candles and tell me that you would rather use them. I give you the candle lighter and tell you to light them and I will be right back. When I return with a bottle of Pinot Noir wine and two glasses, all the candles are lit and the room has a romantic glow to it. 

"Ah, perfect," you say, when you see me with the wine. I pour some in the first glass, hand it to you, pour me a glass and put the bottle on my night stand and grab the remote, turn on some soft music on the stereo that sits on the dresser, then placing the remote back on the night stand.

"What do we toast to?" I ask, looking at you sitting on the edge of my bed. In my head, I am still finding it hard to believe you are here and naked, too!!! You look over at me, smiling and say, "Come here, and we'll think of one."

I sit on the bed next to you, clink glasses as you say, "To a wonderful evening for us." We sip at our wines, as you look around my room. Too wound up, having you so near, all I can do is look at you as I drink my wine too fast. You face me, lean over and softly kiss my lips, pull back, gulp down the last of your wine, take my empty glass and put them on the night stand next to the bottle.

You push me down on my back as you kiss me gently on the lips, deepening as you slide your tongue inside to tease mine. Spreading my legs with yours, you get between them while we are kissing and touching each other's body, I feel you rub your hardening cock against my clit and move my hip up to feel more. You slide a hand down to my pussy and I hear you say, "Wet again, baby?"

"You know you always make me this way," I tell you moaning as you slide a finger in deeper, feeling around, rubbing this way and that, causing me to arch my back as you hit the sensitive spot inside. "I hear your voice on the phone and I get wet. So sexy so sensual, I love to hear your voice and you know that." Chuckling, you kiss me quick and then tell me that I have the same affect on you.

"Baby, I need to be inside you so bad. Need to feel that hot pussy wrapped around my cock," you tell softly, teasing my pussy with your fingers, your lips and tongue licking and teasing my neck and ear. My hands are sliding up and down your back, pulling your body into mine, wanting to feel you deep inside of me. "Oh, yes, please," I say to you, "need to feel you inside of me, too. Please, baby, now!"

I spread my legs wide so that you can slip your throbbing cock inside my slick hole. Being so big, you push in slowly, allowing my pussy to stretch around it. Feeling so good to me, I can't help but moan every time you push in. I feel so full with your cock plunged in and the I start pump my hip on your cock, wanting to feel it stab me over and over. "Oh, baby, please, pound my pussy... want to feel it in me so hard... pleeease!!!" I beg of you, as you slowly move in and out, watching me.

With your cock almost completely inside me, you grab behind my knees and you push my legs back to get deeper access into my pussy. You start to drive your cock harder into me, pulling almost all out and then plunging in again, over and over, driving me mad. The only noises in the room our moaning, groaning and grunting as we fuck like wild animals. As much as I can, I move my hip up, down and side to side as you poke and prod my drench pussy for minutes on end. I feel the tension of my orgasm starting to build again as I hear you say how much you love feeling your cock in me so deep and tight. "Oh, I am going to cum!!!" I tell you, "Baby, going to cum so hard." I keep repeating as I feel you plunge in and our so hard and so fast.

"Oh yeah, me too, baby, me too," you huskily groan, as you feel my pussy tighten around your cock, knowing I am ready to cum. "I'm going to explode deep inside you, baby," you growl just as I tighten my legs and feel the waves of euphoria slam my body, sighing out loud deeply. I feel the heat of your cum hit inside and the intensity of the sensation extends my orgasm as you erupt inside me.

"Oh baby, yes!" you mutter, "I'm cumming, baby, cumming so hard; oh, feels so good," as your cock unloads deep inside me.

Both of us breathing heavy as the waves subside, you let my legs go and pull your cock out to lie next to me, pull me close and hold me; both of us sighing in our euphoria.

"That was some dessert," you whisper in my ear. "What's the encore?" You asked, causing me to giggle as you pull me closer into your body, kissing my neck.

"Mmmmmmm, anything you want, honey," I tell you.

"Anything?" you ask.

"Yup, anything," I tell you.

"Well, you know what I want bad, don't you?" you ask me, pulling me to my back so we can look at each other as we talk.

"Um, yes, I seem to recall you wanting to do something with me," I say, teasing you to tell me out loud.

"Baby, are you going to make me beg for it?" You ask in that sexy voice I love so much as you stare at me with those beautiful eyes of yours.

"Um, maybe," I say, pulling your head down as I kiss you deeply and passionately.

"Mmmmm, very nice; you know how long I've wanted to kiss you, don't you?" You say smiling as you touch the side of my face and lean down to kiss me again. "How about we just relax and talk for a while until we get our second wind and then I will beg for it," you say.

"But I'm ready to go, again, baby," I tell you. "You forget, I'm your horny little girl and I have limited time with you so I am going to use it up as much as possible."

Laughing, you tickle me and tell me to be patient. "I came out to see you and get to know you, baby, as well as make love to you. I want to talk right now and know more about you. Stop being a brat," you say, as you softly spank my ass.




The Meeting



We sit up with the pillows supporting us, drink more wine and talk for a little bit as we listen to the music. As we get relaxed by the wine, I slide my hand over your thigh, noticing your cock start to harden again, so I put my glass on the night stand and lean over to slide your cock into my mouth, tasting our juices on it.

You inhale in surprise, trying to hold on to your glass as I suck you completely into my mouth since you are not completely hard. "God, baby, that feels so good," you say, playing with my hair, lightly gliding your fingers across my neck, causing me to moan, which vibrates on your cock. "Oh yeah, baby, yes," you sigh softly as I continue to suck you as your cock harden with my greedy hunger. You lean over to set your glass down next to mine, so you can concentrate on what I was doing to you.

Knowing that your cock is rigid and hard, I lift my head, look over at you and smile, asking if you were ready for more fun. You beam back, knowing what I was asking and nod your head, your breath becoming labored as you get excited about what is to come.

You get onto your knees as you watch me get onto my hands and knees, my ass facing you. You reach to the night stand, grab the bottle of oil you noticed earlier, pour some on my ass and spread it around with your hands, massaging some of it into my tight hole. You pour more into your hands and rub your cock with it from tip to base. I feel your finger at my asshole, slowly pressing in; as you feel me relax, you drive your finger in and out. Hearing my moans of pleasure you remove your finger, you raise yourself up on your knees higher and push the head of your cock into my ass very slowly, allowing my hole to stretch around your thick huge cock, listening to my breathing as you feel it go deeper and deeper. I hear you gasp as the feeling of your cock in my tight ass must be giving you intense pleasure.

"Baby, are you ok?" You asked me softly.

"Oh yes; feels so good," I respond, loving how your cock feels inside my ass and wanting to feel your hot cum spreading inside when you explode. I turn around to look at you and say, "Please fuck my ass; pound me so hard, baby; make me cum."

Seeing the passion glazed eyes, you start to work your cock in and out of me, slowly as first, then faster and harder. You grab my hair and pull my head back as you start to fuck me harder and harder, hearing me groan.

I reach down between my legs and rub my clit as I feel your huge cock, deep inside my ass, pounding me over and over. My pussy is moist and I slide a finger in and out using the same pace you are ramming my ass. I start to feel the tension build in my pussy, knowing I am getting close to cumming again.

I hear your grunts of pleasure as your frenzied thrusts into my ass is getting you close to your orgasm, cum quickly building up in your balls as it bangs into my pussy with every jab.

I feel you spank my ass as you thrust harder into me, the heat spreading down to my pussy, causing it to twitch. You hands grab my waist for leverage and pull me harder onto your cock. Your breath now coming in spurts as I feel your body start to tense, knowing you are going to go over the edge.

I push my ass back even harder and as I do, my body starts to convulse with bliss as my orgasm hits me and I groan out loud, "Aaaahhhh, I'm cummingggggg!"

Feeling the muscles in my cunt pulse, it takes you over the edge and you pound into me like a mad man, as your cock spurts out its juice deep into my ass. "Oh, baby!!! Cummmmmminggggg so hardddddd!!!! AAAAHHHHHhhhh!!!" You growl as the waves hit you and your cock pours what feels like gallons of cum into me.

As the waves subside, I lean down onto my pillow, my body satiated from all the attention, feeling you still inside of me. I look back at you and your eyes are closed as you try to get your breathing back to normal. Sensing I was staring, you open your eyes, grin ear to ear as you pull your cock out. I collapse onto the bed and you lie next to me, pulling me close again.

"Baby... I don't know what to say," you tell me. "That felt so amazing."

"Mmmm, yes, it did," I say back to you. "Are you ready for some more?" I ask, chuckling.

"Babe, I think I need some sleep to recuperate and then go at it again tomorrow. We have all weekend to be together!" You say, as you snuggle into my back, putting your arm around my waist.

"Yes, we do have all weekend, don't we?" I say, as I nod off to sleep.



The Meeting



Up until a few months ago I never considered myself bi-sexual. And even when the thoughts of being with another man started filtering into my fantasies, I still thought of my self as heterosexual. Sure, I had thoughts like that for the past few years, but nothing like the past few months, and never anything that actually made me hard. I'm not sure when the thoughts and fantasies switched from pure dream to actual desire. But I do know when the yearning stimulated a move to action. That was only a few weeks ago, when I met Jim.

I'm not even sure how we hooked up. Somehow or another he had read something I had posted. I had apparently shared my fantasies/desires on line, something I thought I'd never do, and he responded. He wasn't the first, but I had never responded to any others. My fantasies were mine. Yes, I supposed I did share them. But I had no intention of acting on them. At least I hadn't till I read Jim's email.

He seemed to be very much like me. I suppose Bi-curious would be one way of describing it. Perhaps simply confused would be another. We seemed to be in similar periods of our lives. We enjoyed the company of women in both a sexual and non-sexual way, but we were more than just curious about being with a man. We had both come to the conclusion that it was something we wanted to experience.

Looking back, I think I needed a bit more coxing than Jim did. His email said he'd never been with another man, but he had developed a desire to make love to another man. He didn't talk about blowjobs or fucking, although that was part of the fantasy, he talked about making love. He wanted deep, sensual kisses and exploration on another man's body. For some reason this email struck a cord. He seemed to be looking for what I was looking for, and more importantly, he lived in the area. I responded.

My response showed hesitation. I explained I was new to this and not sure of what I was doing, or where I was going with it. He emailed that he understood, he felt the same, but perhaps we could meet and see if we connected. I still balked. This was a guy I didn't know, a stranger on the Internet, wanting to meet me for the sole purpose of having sex. This was something I had never really considered; yet here I was exchanging email. We were both consenting adults and we both understood clearly what we were talking about. Still, my fantasies always had me as a bottom, so they included me being fucked by another man. I had to decide if I truly wanted to act on this fantasy. Again I sent a cautious email. Perhaps we could meet and see how we interacted. If there was some sort of connection we could go from there, provided we moved slowly. Maybe we could just talk.

To my surprise he agreed. He admitted to being equally nervous. This was as new to him as it was to me. Still, I didn't answer him for a couple of days, and then finally I took the really big step. Since I was single, I invited him over. All that was needed was to coordinate a time. I made it clear that nothing was expected, we would just meet and talk and see what happened. He responded almost immediately and agreed. The best time for him would be in the morning. He suggested Friday, two days away. This time without hesitation, and throwing caution to the wind, I agreed. Now I had two days to think, wonder, fantasize and agonize over the meeting.

There were at least two instances when I started to send an email to cancel the meeting. But then I stopped. I decided I wanted to go through with this. I knew we could stop at anytime if either was uncomfortable. I also knew the premise was to simply meet. There was nothing set beyond coffee.

Then it was Friday. I got up early. It had been a restless night filled with anticipation, nervousness and dread. I really didn't know what to expect. What if we didn't hit it off, how do I politely ask him to leave? How do I explain I've changed my mind if I get cold feet? What if he doesn't like me? The other side of the coin was equally perplexing. What if we do seem to link, what then? Who will make the first move and how? 

I made a pot of coffee, showered and dressed. Assuming the possible, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, remaining barefoot. Then I waited. It seemed like hours. At the appointed time nobody came. After five minutes I actually started to relax. Jim must have changed his mind. I was sure I'd get an email of apology. I got up to get another cup of coffee when the doorbell rang.

I took a deep breath, put down my empty cup and walked over to the front door. Determined to be casual, I opened the door. That's how I met Jim. He was in his mid-forties and stood about 5'10". He looked at me with soft eyes and introduced himself. Smiling, I invited him in. After a fumbling on introductions he sat on the couch. I went for coffee.

I decided we both needed to loosen up a bit, at least I was sure I did, so I offered to add a bit of whiskey to the coffee. He readily agreed. I sat across from him and we tried to converse. Needless to say we were both a bit nervous and flustered. It was obvious that neither of us was comfortable. It was also obvious that we were both what we said we were, nervous first timers. 

Our conversation quickly turned to our fantasies. We each described our feelings and the process that brought us to this moment. I couldn't help thinking how similar we were. I began to think that perhaps this was going to be the morning for my fantasy to come true. But I still didn't know how Jim felt and, still being extremely nervous I didn't know how to start. I wanted something to happen, what exactly I wasn't sure, but I knew I wanted something.

We finished our coffee and I offered another cup. Jim accepted quickly. Moving into the kitchen I filled his cup with more coffee and a touch of whiskey and brought it back to him. Then I returned for mine. I did the same with my cup and walked back to the living room, pausing at the counter top that separated the kitchen from the living room. I took a sip of my coffee and placed it on the countertop. "I've been trying to think of a way to break the ice", I said. "And this is the only thing I could think of."

I pulled my tee shirt over my head and placed it on the stool by the counter. Then I unsnapped my jeans and pulled them off throwing them on top of the shirt. I was nude.

Jim stood up looking at my naked body and semi-hard cock. I walked over to him. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. Our tongues intertwined as our bodies pressed together. He began to explore my nakedness. His strong hands caressed my naked ass and gripping my cheeks pulled my naked body closer to him, my cock growing as we pushed together, our passionate kiss continuing. Holding him tight I let his hands explore my nakedness. The thought of stopping him never crossed my mind.

Finally after a minute of two Jim pulled away from me, but not to stop. He quickly pulled his clothes off. Once he was nude we again embraced. It was strange and erotic to feel his warm body and growing cock pressing against my nakedness. I dropped to my knees so I'd be level with his cock. Without hesitation, but with much surprise on my part, I took his semi-hard cock into my mouth. In seconds I was sucking on his rock hard member, as he grew rigid in my mouth. Jim's hands rested on my head and softly guided my lips over his cock. It was a remarkable experience. I tried to use my tongue to enhance his pleasure, as women have done to me in the past. Flashes of how I felt when receiving head came into my minds eye and I tried to copy those actions: caressing his balls and running my fingers over his naked thighs, between his legs to his ass. I interrupted my sucking to let his shaft fall out of my mouth so I could sensually lick its length; most particularly it's swollen head. As I did I continued to caress between his thighs while my other hand moved to his stomach and chest, gently exploring, running my finger tips over his skin. 

After a few minutes I worked my way back up Jim's body until we were embracing again. Breaking off another sensual kiss I finally spoke, "I think it's time we moved back to the bedroom." His low moan seemed to signify approval, so I led the way.

Once in the bedroom I had Jim lay on the end of the bed, his hips at the bottom edge. Then I knelt between his knees and took him in my mouth again. From this position I was able to stroke his stomach and chest, letting my fingers intertwine with the hair on his chest. My tongue worked furiously on the head of his cock while my right hand rhythmically pumped his rigid shaft. Jim responded by holding my head in place and gently opening and closing his thigh as I continued to suck his dick. After a while I let his cock free and kissed and licked his balls, making my way up his belly and chest until I was lying next to him on the bed. 

We continued to explore each others bodies has we passionately kissed, our tongues probing each other's mouths. We slid up so that we were both lying completely on the bed. Jim then became the aggressor moving me onto my back. Moving over my body he lowered his head to my chest, letting his warm, wet lips and tongue caress my breasts. His tongue gently rolled over each of my hard nipples. Soon he was moving across my belly and abdomen until his lips were at the base of my cock. Instead of taking me in his mouth, he used his mouth and tongue to lick and suck my balls. As he did so, he would slide off my cock and balls and kiss and lick the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs wider, opening up completely for him. 

We had gone much farther than I had thought we would. We were way beyond talking and getting to know one another. Jim moved back to my cock and hungrily devoured it. I was incredibly hard and incredibly hot. Yet, to my surprise, I wanted more. There were no more doubts; there was no more hesitation.

"I want you to fuck me now," I hoarsely whispered. Jim continued to suck my raging cock. "There's a condom in the bathroom, fuck me now please," I begged. But instead of heading for the bathroom and the condom, Jim raised up from my cock. Looking deep into my eyes he let his fingers move to my asshole. First one and then a second finger entered my orifice. Once two fingers were in he rotated them gently making me ready for his had cock.

Then Jim left me lying naked on the bed as he moved quickly into the bathroom. He found the purple wrapper and lubricant and was back between my widely spread legs in an instant. I reached up and pulled a pillow down. I wanted to watch him fuck me. Lifting my ass I slid it under me. Then, with my legs still spread wide, I caressed my hard cock and inner thighs inviting him to take me. He reached out and grasped my spread legs pulling me down on the bed so my butt was at the edge. I adjusted the pillow between my lower back and the cheeks of my ass then grabbed my knees and spread and lifted my legs. I was ready.

So was Jim. With the condom in place, he spread the lube over my waiting asshole. Then moving between my spread, dangling legs he pressed the swollen head of his cock against it. At first the pressure was intense as he entered me. I asked that he go slowly and he did. But he kept a constant pressure, pushing deeper into my hole. Suddenly I felt a bit of pain as he ran into resistance. I tried to relax, spreading my legs wider. Jim continued applying steady pressure. And then the tightness eased. He slid further into me, filling me with his hard member. At first it was uncomfortable, but than I was overwhelmed by a sense of fullness and pleasure. He began to slowly pump his cock in and out in a piston like movement. With each thrust he went deeper into me, his balls swinging into my naked ass. My head was back, but I could see his face, his eyes closed as his hips thrust forward. I wrapped my legs around his hips pulling him closer to me. His rhythm grew faster. Soon he was driving into me with a greater force. I heard a voice cry for him to fuck me hard, then realized it was mine. My cock, still hard, bounced against my belly. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. As Jim fucked me I began to jerk myself off. Soon we were in a weird, sensual rhythm, his cock plunging into me, my hand pumping my cock. Harder and faster we went.

I was near ecstasy. Somehow I could feel myself ready to cum, although my mind was a blank as the pleasure swept over me. I felt my warm cum splash on my belly and run down my hand as Jim tensed. His slow, hard thrusts told me he was coming too. He pushed into me as far as he could as his ass twitched and he shot his full load into the condom deep inside me. Then he collapsed next to me.

Between gasps for breath we kissed again. I managed to gather enough strength to reach down and remove the condom from Jim's semi-hard cock. I took his cock into my mouth tasting the warm, salty cum. After cleaning his cock thoroughly I laid back down. Jim the cum from my belly and softening cock. And again we collapsed together in an embrace on the bed.

We laid there for what seemed like an hour, but was actually 15 minutes. Then Jim climbed off the bed and went into the living room to retrieve his clothes. Naked, I followed. After he dressed Jim and I embraced one final time, kissing deeply. Then he left.

Later that day I sent him an email telling him what a wonder time I had, and how I enjoyed out time together. It was two days before I got a response. The wait made me nervous. I wondered if Jim enjoyed our meeting as much as I did. When his email finally arrived I read it in anticipation. He wanted to meet again, provided I was good with it. It seemed we were still very nervous, neither sure of each other or ourselves. We were unnerved by a relationship built on pure, wanton sex, particularly sex with another man. 

Two weeks later we set up another meeting. We both seemed nervous in our emails making the arrangements. But by then I had decided, I wasn't going to change my life style, but I was going to add something new. It was early Sunday morning and I was again waiting in the living room for the doorbell to ring. It did, right on time. I opened the door and Jim broke into a wide smile. I was naked. 



The Meeting



They have been spending everyday talking in one form or another since their chance encounter online. Each had taken a chance that night and it seemed to have paid off. With communication beginning with simple emails and soon he suggested they Instant Message so they didn't have to wait for the responses. 

She agreed, feeling safe with this natural next step. Each day one or the other would logon after work hoping to see the other their. Even thought both had busy schedules they managed to carve out a few hours each day for each other. After a few weeks of this they agreed to exchange phone numbers so they could text message during their break. They began as the random hi or have a good day. Then as if it was meant to be the text messages became more frequent during the day and the instant messaging continued each night. 

He made the next move. He wanted to hear her voice and without thinking called her on his way home. She smiled when her caller ID showed it was him. She answered. Her voice sounded weak to her own ear and she tried to sound causal, hiding the excitement that rushed through her. Although she could not see it he was also smiling. He had imagined her voice as soft yet strong and wasn't disappointed. She was pleased with the deep tones that rang in her ears. From this point on the texting continued during work and then when both were able to they would talk instead of instant message. The conversations were easy and the words flowed. They felt at ease and shared things many people didn't know about them in their own lives. 

The next step would be the make or break of the all they have invested into each other. They had arranged to meet. She decided she wanted to be in control because she had heard of all the dangers and needed to have some safe way out. She chooses a mall located about half way between their homes that included a movie theatre. They had discussed what they might do, but ended up agreeing to just meet near the center and walk around and talk. They would decide from there if they would part or continue the date. She had changed many times and had decided to dress comfortable regardless. She wore her favorite jeans and a flattering t-shirt. In her nervousness she had arrive 15 minutes earlier then they had agreed. 

Despite all the pictures they exchanged she feared she wouldn't recognize him. A small voice inside told her she would recognize his voice and smile and those beautiful blue eyes she had found herself staring at in the pictures she kept of him on her phone. What she didn't realize was that he too was nervous because he wanted it to work out. In all their conversations he only grew to believe she was what he had been wanting in his life. He wore jeans as well. He decided on a gray t-shirt with a dress shirt left open that has small blue strips that he was told were the same color of his eyes. She had made comments on his eyes and decided to go with something he knew she already liked. 

He arrived a few minute after she did and had stopped at the restroom for a double check. Pleased with his choice he headed to the center hope to find a seat that would give him a good view of all the corridors. 

As he approached he caught sight of her. He stopped short in his steps. She hadn't seen him yet. He knew it was her from her pictures which he had studied. Her wavy light auburn hair fell around her shoulders and face. He took note that she too had dressed down. "Good," he thought, "she already isn't like the others who would dress in heels and say that was what they always wore." He took a deep breath and began in trek toward her. She happened to turn as he approached. 

Despite her fears she did recognize him. Without forcing it a smile was formed. She stood and walked toward him and as they got close each took in their first impressions. Although it felt like an hour only seconds passed. She noted his short spiked brown hair well suited for his face. She couldn't help but take in his toned arms and broad shoulders. His walk was confident but not overly so. His eyes shone and reflected off his dress shirt. "Nice touch," she thought. He took in her easy smile and full mouth. She was shapely yet fit. Both were pleased with their first visual of the other. 

As the stepped up to each other, uncertain as to hug or shake her hand, she took the led and gave him a hug. He knew it was nerves but the feeling of her pressed against her felt like it belonged there. She breathed in his subtle scent. It was a light muck and it suited him as well. They released each other and both took a step back. "Hi," he said. "Hi," she replied. Then without cause they began to laugh. She took his arm as if they had been long time friends and led him down one side of the mall. Just like on the phone the conversation came easy and they were soon teasing and joking. When walking side by side she would either take his arm or he would take hold of her hand. She didn't flinch when he touched her arm or brushed against her in the small isles in each store they entered. Her closeness was intoxicating and he found himself wanting to go her way even when a path was open close by. She felt comfortable and wanted to keep touching him. He hadn't minded when she held his arm so she continued and when he took her hand he felt small electrical waves move through her. 

Without realizing it over an hour and a half had passed and they had made a full circuit through the mall. Not wanting to leave yet he suggested a movie. She felt the same and quickly agreed. They couldn't remember what they watched because they were talking and having fun. She leaned into him often and her closeness only makes him want more. As the movie began to end she was turned to him and suggested they go eat. Impatient to be with her he agreed. As they drove to the diner she didn't think twice and sat as close to him as she could. Her arm rested in his as he drove. It didn't feel like a first meeting but a connection of lost soul mates. 

He pulled into the parking lot of the diner she didn't immediately let go of him/ He turned and found her staring into his eyes. He looked over every detail of her face and his eyes lingered on her full mouth. He leaned slightly and brushed his mouth against hers. Her lips parted in response and he again kissed her. Their lips pressed together for only moments. His tongue slipped gently between her lips. Her tongues touched his, matching touch and sensation with his. His hand moved up to the base of her head. His kiss deepened. When they parted she was flushed. He watched as her tongue slid across her lips not swollen from their kissing. She smiled at him. 

"um," she began," maybe we can take it to go and maybe go to your place to eat.?" She suggested. "Ok," he spoke," if that's what you want." He looked into her eyes and didn't see doubt or fear. "Yeah I do." She smiled and slipped to the other side and got out. He couldn't help but laugh. He got out and joined her at the counter. They ordered, while waiting they kissed lightly. He didn't want to rush her but he couldn't deny wanting her. As they kissed he again tested the water. He let his hand skim over her shoulders and down her back. It rested on her firm round butt. When he did she kissed him with more passion and he instinctively squeezed her and pushed her into him. She wanted him as bad as he wanted her.

He wanted to leave now and when the order was ready he clumsily paid. They took the order and headed for the car. He walked around with her to her side and pressed her against he car as he took her mouth more forcefully. Her hands found his waist and held him to her. He pulled himself away and kissed her light and quick. He opened her door and after she got in closed her door. He walked around and opened his door. She had already moved to the center of the seat. He handed her the bag and she placed it beside her. He climbed in and started the car. She again took his arm. He turned and she kissed him slow and gentle. He turned back and pulled out. At each light they would steal a kiss, once blocking traffic long enough to cause the drivers to blare their horns. They laughed and continued on. 

Once at his place he gave her a quick kiss and ran around the car. He took out the order and placed it on the top of the car. She got out. He closed the door and in the same movements backed her up against it capturing her mouth with more force then he meant to. All he could think about was his every growing desire for her. Having her so close to his apartment, his bed, was causing him to lose what control he had left. She didn't fight or stiffen. She felt his urgency which only fueled hers further. She wrapped her arms around his back, bringing her hands up and over his shoulders. Her hands on him and her pliant mouth told him she shared his need. He kept telling himself to stop and at least get her inside. He struggled with his need and was just barely able to stop assaulting her mouth. Their lips were so close they could feel each others breath, which came fast. 

After a few minutes both had caught their breath and were able to release each other. He slid his arm to the small of her back, grabbed the food, and then led her to his apartment. Once there he kissed her gently before unlocking the door. He pushed open the door and flipped the light on. Again he led her by the small of her back and allowing his hand to glide over her butt. He closed the door behind him. "Go ahead and relax, I will put the food in the kitchen," he stated as he walked ahead of her. 

She stopped him by reaching out and touching his arm. He turned and found her within inches of him. He needed to move. If he didn't he knew he would lose control again. She ran her hand down to his hand and led him with her to the couch. She turned his back to the couch, took the food from him and placed it on the coffee table, then pushed him playfully down into the couch. She leaned over toward him placing her hand on either side of his head. Her swollen blushed lips brushed over his forehead and down his nose and landed lightly on his lips. His reached out for her but she pulled back. She stood watching him for what seemed like eternity. She leaned again and took his mouth passionately. As they kissed she crawled onto his lap. His hands went from her hair to her back, where he pressed and rubbed and massaged. His mouth only left her mouth long enough to suck on her nipple through her shirt and bra. He moved from one breast to the other then back up to her lips. Her hands clinched his hair with each nipples capture. 

He again took her mouth as he slipped his hands under her shirt slide them up and only stopped kissing her long enough to pull her shirt over her head. His eye took in every inch of her exposed tanned skin and his imagination took over on the covered parts. He wanted to taste every inch of her, and as soon as the thought entered his head he began his quest. His fingers traced the edge of her lace bra. Gentle kisses followed the path. This continued until he had tasted her delicate skin from shoulder down to her bra. 

She smiled sweetly then ran her fingers under his over-shirt and pushed it down his arms and over his hands. He leaned forward to help and found his face in her rounded mounts. As soon as his hands were free he reached around and squeezed and teased each again and again. He slides the straps off her shoulder and pulls the front down. Her breasts are firm and full with nipples that stand at attention dressed in dark pink. His thoughts drifted to how sweet she tasted and just knowing that the lovely things before him would melt in his mouth like sugar. 

She pulled her fingers through his hair and pressed him to her. He captured each one with the eagerness of a child with candy. When one was not in his mouth it was in his hand and being squeezed and teased. A small moan escaped her and it fueled his need. He paused only long enough to pull off his t-shirt and toss it away to some unknown location. She unfastened her bra and pulled it our from under her breasts. She too tossed it aside. Their bodies pressed against each other, skin against skin. Their mouths devouring each others. She again its up, her breath quick, and begins to unfasten his jeans. She can feel his hardness waiting for her and she increases her efforts. Once unfastened she reaches in and takes hold of him. He is warm and hard to her touch. She strokes its length over and over again then cups her hands beneath his shaft and grasps his balls. She massages and pulls on them. He wanting her even more begins to work on her jeans. He unbuttons them and slips his hand down the back, squeezing her butt. 

They kiss again and again before she stops him by placing her fingers gently on his kissable mouth. He flicks his tongue out between them. She smiles again and stands. She pulls down her jeans and her panties. He struggles to slip his off and fumbles which brings a smile to her kiss bruised lips. She stands before him her body reflecting what light is coming in from the hallway. She waits as he wiggles out of his jeans and briefs. As he attempts to stand she pushes him down again. She climbs onto his lap, his hardness against her. As they begin to kiss again, his hands roaming over her she begins to grind her self against him. He again takes her breasts in his hands and mouth but with a firmer grasp. His hand glides down over her mound to her wetness. His fingers play with her small hardening nub, rubbing and flicking it. She rocks her hips with his movements; he is now throbbing, needing to be deep inside her. 

She raises herself up onto her knees and stroking him, guides him in and lowers back onto his lap. Her warmth now surrounding him tightly. She raises and lowers herself slowly at first. She reaches up and pinches her nipples. He pulls her face to him and they kiss. His hands move on their own to her butt. He grabs holds of each cheek and aides her. Their body smack together again and again. Rising and falling down his erect shaft faster and faster. Her head falls to his they kiss and then she buries her face in his neck. Faster they move together and just as she explodes she cannot help but bite him on the shoulder. This bold move undoes him and he rises his to meet her in long hard thrusts, and another, and again. "Oh shit." He moans as he pulls her body against his. He explodes with an intenseness he has had in a long time. 

They stay like this for several minutes. She sits up, smiles. She holds her hand out, "Hi I'm Jill." They both laugh. "Hi Jill, I'm Dave." He responds. Again they explode in laughter. Neither expected this first meeting to go this far, but their growing desire for the person was only brought to a new height by meeting in person. Not only didn't they find someone they could talk with and laugh with but now they knew they have chemistry together.



The Meeting



The meeting is almost finished and I know his eyes have returned to me again and again the whole time through. He's well above me in the ranks and not someone I speak to on a regular basis - knew who he was long before he invited me into his room to learn who I was, what I did and what my thoughts were on where the current organization is going. He's got the same dark, piercing eyes today as then - looking as if he knows exactly what he wants.

For a fleeting moment I meet them only to look away almost at once, it's hard to keep eye contact with him for some reason. My stomach contracts out of pure lust, a thread connecting everything in my lower body, a thread he is pulling at his leisure. 'Damn, this is not good', flashes through my head. A smile is playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he knows what is happening inside me. 

He carries himself with the ease, security and arrogance that power brings. Impeccably dressed in white shirt, tie, dark suit - despite the lingering heat of late September. I can see a hint of sweat on his forehead, the moisture creating small unruly curls in his hair. He has to be hot in here, as hot as I am. I remove a paper from the notepad on the table, fold it in half and fan myself. Trying hard to concentrate on what is said, follow the rapid discussion in French and block out the thought of his eyes.

His eyes are scanning the legs under the table, stop at mine and move from the shoes up to the hem lying across my thighs. I shiver. It makes me feel slightly uncomfortable - seen and at the mercy of his eyes. Move slightly in an attempt to get the hem closer to my knees when I notice the almost imperceptible shake of the head and stop. My cheeks are glowing. I breathe out a short puff of air over the nose and forehead to cool off. It doesn't help, the heat wave spreads throughout the body, centering on the hot ball in my stomach. I cross the legs in a vain attempt to stop what is happening.

As the ball explodes, spreading its warmth throughout the body the folded paper floats down towards the floor and the feet of the chair squeak as I involuntarily move. Sweat gather at the nape of the neck, underneath the hair and I lightly bite my lower lip to keep quiet. My nipples are erect, longing to be released from their confining clothes. The wetness pools between my legs. A quick glance at the laughter in his eyes makes me realize that he has seen, understood and with that knows exactly how he affects me.

"Mme. Landrie, are you alright?"

The heavy Italian accent of my immediate boss is filled with concern.

"Yes, yes, M. Mazzini, just this late summer heat making me a bit dizzy. I will go get some water from the fountain outside."

My legs feel shaky as I stand up and move towards the door. The air in the corridor is slightly cooler and I greedily lap it up, feeling the pulse return to near normal. Bathrooms are empty, the mirror revealing my flushed cheeks and neck. Cold water running over the wrists only make the bulging veins on my hands reduce somewhat in size. The whole body is still tingling as I quickly reapply some of the lipstick that has gone missing.

Getting back inside my colleagues are already gathering their papers, rising and heading for the door. I move towards my spot to collect the papers, laptop and suitcase. As I push in the chair the heat of another body closes in on mine. Too close to be a coincidence or a purely professional distance. His scent is heavy, masculine, intoxicating. I try to move forward but am stopped by his hand on my elbow. The touch is almost electric, spreading throughout the body.

"Ma petite... comment ça va?"

He is close enough that I can almost feel his breath on my neck. The voice is low and smooth; no one can hear him but myself. Somewhere there is an undertone I'm not able to pinpoint. Demanding? Appreciating? Wanting? The hairs at the back of my neck rise - hungry, afraid, willing, a bit ashamed, ready. The heart picks up pace again. I nod and feel my cheeks flush again.

"Oui monsieur, je vais bien."

"Bon, vous ne pouvez pas vous évanouir."

I can feel his body lightly touching mine as he moves away and a low friendly chuckle fills the air. The heat lingers in my skin, almost burning. As I get out I see his back moving away from me in the corridor. I follow him, feel the need to explain myself and desperately search the brain for french words - this was never something they taught in language school. Frown at the confusion inside and my brain stumbling over itself - both with the language and the situation. I reach him and his secretary at the far end of the corridor just in time to catch the last words of their conversation.

"...pourrais-tu commander un taxi? Je doir être a l'aéroport dans deux heures."

"Ah, Mme. Landrie. Vous avez besoin d'un taxi aussi? Je me rappelle vous allez revenir cet aprés-midi."

"Oui, mon vol est à six heure."

"Bon, venez avec mon taxi."

Our eyes meet and it's not just a suggestion. I see the unspoken demand to come, know that I have to follow, can't do anything but follow. Brain still screaming at me that this is a bad idea and I should move far away, now - but the body has taken on a life of its own, separated from free will and reasoning. He removes the laptop case from my shoulder and takes my bag in the other hand. The heels of my shoes feel thin and unsteady when I try to keep pace behind him as he walks quickly towards the front desk.

The taxi is already waiting at the main gate. He puts down the bags by the trunk, opens the door and helps me into the backseat. No room for questions, no room for hesitation. His eyes track the movement of my hand as I try to keep the hem from riding up when I step in. That same almost imperceptible head shake as before. I remove the hand, blush and feel something stirring between my legs again.

The door closes with a muffled thud and I hear him talk to the driver, probably giving directions. A couple of seconds later he's beside me on the other side of the backseat. There's still a distance between us with the empty third spot separating. I keep my eyes planted at the seat in front of me, knowing that if I look him in the eyes again I will lose what small part of self-control I still have. Then his hand under my cheek, turning and lifting so have no choice but to look straight at him. The fire burning behind the eyes is almost hypnotizing.

"Understand this - one day you will belong to me, body and soul. You can try to hide your true nature, like you did earlier today and like you are doing now. Don't ma petite! Let it out, let me guide you, let me take you to places in mind and body where you have never been before."

The change to English surprises me. His words even more so. The voice is calm, almost soft but the tone leaves no doubt as to the seriousness behind. My nipples stiffen again, pushing against the clothes. A jolt of electricity spreads from my stomach out through the body. 

He removes the jacket and throws it on the right side of the seat as he moves over to the middle. The arm is heavy and warm as it drapes over my shoulders, his fingers light and gentle as they walk up my thigh, disappear in under my skirt. They find the soaked underwear between my legs.

The coarse curls rasp against my temple and his breath quickens beside my ear. His erection is moving under the dark suit pants. Two fingers push the underwear away and slide inside, pressing hard up towards my stomach. Three next, a bit rougher this time and I yelp silently, both at the stretch and the sudden feeling of fullness. His hand lightly covers my mouth

"Shush ma petite. You need to accept this first. Remember my promise - places for your mind and body where they have never been before."

I nod, give in to the feeling and let his hands guide me forward. The fingers moving slowly in and out, his thumb massaging me. My face twists together as yet another orgasm rolls through the body, moaning silently into the hand over my mouth. I catch the eyes of the driver in the rearview mirror for a split second - his gaze is embarrassed and curious at the same time. The impact of the scene hits me full force - this man is high-profile and it is a small town. 

"Arrêtez, s'il vous plait."

The building is non-descript, on the outskirts of town. A small cottage that looks as if it once belonged to some nearby farm. The door clicks as he unlocks it and his hand gestures for me to get inside. Once in it's dark and blinding when coming from the sunshine outside but when the eyes get used to it the interior is sparse and clean. Bed, desk, a sofa, some rugs on the floor, small kitchen with a dining table, closed door that most likely leads to a bathroom.

"My overnight cottage when I work here which is most of the week. My wife and three children still live in our Paris apartment."

Of course he's married, but I know the French and their attitude towards affairs - anything that does not happen in your hometown can be seen through the fingers with. Still feels strange, I've managed to avoid anyone with a family before, at least as far as I'm aware of. My thoughts stop dead in their tracks as he moves up behind me, his hands folding away the hair, his lips on my neck and his body pressing into mine. The erection pushes into the small of my back, so hard it must almost be painful for him.

I hear his belt buckle unfasten, the sound of the zipper pulled down and his trousers falling to the floor. His hands lift my skirt, grab hold of my underwear and pull them off - quickly, impatiently. I try to turn but am nailed to the wall by the weight of his body. My hands held up above my head by one of his. He's gliding over my buttocks, burning hot, searching for where to enter.

One of his hands move down to help guide him and he drives into me with one swift move. I'm so wet he slides in with just the tiniest bit of resistance. The size and the electric charge inside as he hits bottom takes my breath away - he is by far the largest man I have ever felt inside me. Suddenly his comment in the taxi clicks in place. 

A growling sound is all I am able to produce - more animal than human. I can feel him move back and forth pushing himself further against the back wall, the slight movement in itself is enough to take me to the brink of another orgasm. He notices, stops, pulls out and teases me. I buck my hips toward him, want to have more, need to have more.

"Please, don't stop..."

My voice breaks before I'm able to finish the sentence. I feel him slide all the way in again, staying inside me. His hands grab hold of my hair, pulling my head back against him as he thrusts into me with long, slow strokes, as far in as he will go. He stops again.

"Did I say you could take down your hands?"

The steely tone in his voice makes my heart flutter. I quickly raise my hands above the head again, in the same position he put them. 

"Well done ma petite, you are a fast learner."

The hands bend my head to one side, teeth biting down on my exposed neck, lips locking against the flesh and drawing blood towards the surface. There will be a mark there tomorrow, the thought of others seeing it and knowing what put it there is not disturbing, just brings me even closer. I hear his chuckle right beside my ear.

"This turns you on my darling, doesn't it? And since you're such a good girl I'll make you happy - this time..."

"Please... More... I need more... Please..."

I barely recognize my own voice in the hoarse whisper coming out of my mouth. The orgasm starts low in my belly, pulls everything together and builds to a flood wave rolling throughout the body. My contractions strong enough to make him swell up even bigger, thrust in hard, groaning and throbbing as he comes deep inside me. He pulls out, still semi-hard against my buttocks and leans the weight of his body into mine. His voice fills my head. 

"This is only the beginning of our time together, ma petite. You're mine and you know it in your heart. You've known it since the first time I laid eyes on you haven't you?" 



The Meeting



She was sitting at the backseat of a cab she hailed off the street. Trying to catch a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, she adjusted the auburn wig that framed her heart-shaped face. Doesn't look bad for a $30 wig, she told herself. She often wondered what she would look like if her hair was straight with long, whispy bangs. It didn't feel like real hair, but she would have to do her best. It was her idea after all. 

She wondered what the cabbie thought of her, but then realized that at this time of night and with him talking away on the phone in some foreign tongue, the appearance of what easily could have been his hundredth client of the day, was probably the last thing on his mind. She was glad that she had chosen not to wear fake eyelashes as her darker make-up already accentuated her chocolate brown eyes, and the lipstick was already starting to sit uncomfortably on her mouth. 

Calm down, feel sexy, and just have fun with it, she told herself. She found comfort in the little reminder voice in her head, which was rare, because sometimes another voice would appear at inappropriate moments and contradict this reminder voice. And then a war in her head would occur. 

Tonight was not a night for one of these wars. She was wearing a below the knee black skirt, with a slit that went above the knee, revealing a smooth, cafe-au-lait coloured thigh. Her tight, leather stilettos were borrowed from a friend, but she felt good in them and was sure she would last all night in them. At least until they came off anyway. Her breasts sat comfortably in the rich, chocolate brown corset she just bought. Over it she decided to throw on a white, button up shirt, the last three buttons undone - a little provocative, but she imagined him stealing glances at her cleavage and noticing a new and different type of lingerie than the type he had been accustomed to have seen her in before. The panties she had on weren't the ones that came with the set - instead, she opted for a pair of the only pink she owned. Lacy and a bit girlie, she thought, why not. 

Wearing a fall overcoat, she felt as thought she had a secret and that no one else knew what was on underneath. Underneath her wig, underneath her shirt and under her skin. 

She paid the cabbie, stepped out of the car with the unmistakable click of a heel, and double-checked the address. She fumbled in her purse for her cigarettes and pulled one out. She lit it carefully, aware of her new and flammable hair and took in a big drag. 

When they had talked about it they agreed that they couldn't go to a place they were regulars at. Also it had to be close enough to home, but not close enough so that they might run into friends or co-workers. 

She was early for once. She knew she could take time with this cigarette, but also knew that she was in desperate need of a vodka-something. Or would she go with something this auburn-headed girl would want instead? A martini? A glass of white wine? Nope. She wanted her vodka. Maybe even a vodka redbull. He wouldn't be kissing her right away and wouldn't be able to taste the redbull on her tongue. Her mind started to get carried away and then came back. 

She wondered what he would be wearing. Men had a harder time changing their appearances in situations like these. She laughed out loud at the thought of him wearing a wig or a fake beard. Like old-school spies. She took a last drag and dropped her smoke onto the already-littered sidewalk. She noticed the bouncer eyeing her and decided to give him a quick smile before she walked on into the bar. 

With a casual look around it seemed like he hadn't gotten there yet. She picked a spot at the bar. The barmaid was wiping glasses. Looking up she asked her what she wanted to drink. Without hesitation she asked for a vodka-cranberry, sensing her craving for something fruity. 

She took her coat off and felt completely exposed. After hanging it up she walked back to the bar and sat down. 

She felt a hand on her shoulder. Excited that he was here she turned around with a big smile - "Drop something, miss?" said the man. He handed her her lighter which had apparently fallen out of her coat. Thank you, she said, embarrassed because she thought it would have been someone else. 

She thanked the man again and then went back to her drink. And there he was. He was casually leaning on the bar with an impressed smirk on his face. He had a hat on, leaning towards one side, and a tie. She was instantly turned on - by him, by the situation and by the tipsy feeling she had already acquired. 

All he said was hi. And all she said was hi back. 

She knew it was him. He was wearing a dark brown suit similar to one he had pointed out in a movie they watched a few weeks back. He looked incredible and owned every inch of cloth he was wearing with a look she hadn't seen before. She sat upright and crossed her legs, watching him watch her. He came closer to her and sat down. The barmaid asked him what he wanted, only it didn't seem like she was referring to a drink. He ordered a scotch on the rocks and then completely focused his attention on the stranger beside him. 

They sat and looked at each other for a moment. She didn't really know where to start and was hoping that he would have better ideas for conversation. She suddenly let the words come out of her mouth. "It's been a while." "Yes, a long while," he answered back. 

They sipped their drinks and he leaned over and whispered in her ear, telling her that she looked gorgeous. She looked him in the face and then with her lips barely grazing his ear, she told him that he didn't look so bad himself. She didn't realize how horny she really was. He had his hand on her thigh, through the slit and took another sip of his drink. Her pulse quickened. She leaned towards him again and told him that she wanted to leave a ring of lipstick around his cock. Although she ended with a breathful chuckle, he knew that she was serious. 

Afraid that she had been too fast and direct, she filled her mouth with her tart cocktail and swallowed. His eyes reassured her that they were on the same page as his hand slid further up her skirt. 

They both turned to chit chat and asked each other if they had good days, skimming through the details and sticking to general feeling. It didn't matter what they were talking about, she wanted to get out of there. She wanted him to kiss her passionately with deep throated kisses as she felt her body crave him more and more. 

She wondered at his surprise of finding her completely bare. She always tried to have something neat and tidy on principal, but this would be very different. 

She was eye fucking him and felt her face grow warm. She re-crossed her legs and noticed that her panties were sticking to her lips. 

He motioned for the barmaid and gave her a twenty, telling her to keep the change. They drained their drinks and got up. He helped her with her coat and as soon as they got outside she lit a cigarette and offered him a drag. He took the cigarette from her hand and as he started smoking, his left hand touched her cheek to behind her ear, and then trailed down her neck, in between her breasts, past her belly button and then went behind towards her ass where he grabbed a handful and pulled her in closer. 

She went in for a kiss and then stayed there, hanging mid-air. He put the cigarette in her mouth and told her that they needed to grab a cab. Now. As she smoked quickly her mind was on one of the conversations they had about this night. She wasn't sure yet whether she wanted to be herself or the auburn stranger once they got home. It would work out either way, and she figured that they would just play it by ear, as sensitive as they were to each other's needs and states of being. 

A cab finally pulled over and they both hurried in. She sat as near to the door as possible and stared at him. She undid one more button of her top and inched over towards his side. With her right hand on his left thigh she rubbed his leg up and down and put her lips on his ear. She breathed heavily and teased him with her lips. She moved her head lower and bit his neck, pretended to give him a hickey and then stopped. Her hand had found the hardness in his pants and rubbed him. She pulled him towards her and he went in for a kiss. His lips found hers and she felt his hot tongue with hers. The way he kissed her always blew her away and she knew they could spend hours making out. This kiss spelled urgency and need. She could feel it as well as he could. She knew they would be home soon and then start to really have some fun. She found her hands pulling him towards her, pulling his jacket and wrapping her arms around her and they continued to kiss like first time lovers. 

They noticed the car come to a stop. They got out and he checked for his keys while she put her hands all over his ass, grabbing him and digging her nails into him. He looked at her and asked her if she'd forgotten something. She brought her hands to her head as she realized that she left her wig in the car, which was now just a dot of light at the end of the street. They roared with laughter as they both realized what a ridiculous situation they were in. 

She followed him up the stairs and this time as he was trying to open the entrance door, she placed her hands in his front pockets and grabbed his balls, massaging them through his pants. She told him to hurry the fuck up. They got into the elevator and he went underneath her skirt and grabbed her panties at the crotch, feeling how wet she already was. 

When they got inside their apartment, everything was dropped onto the floor by the door; her purse, keys, their cellphones and shoes and socks. She ripped off her stilettos after a brief moment of wondering whether she should leave them off and use them as some sort of new prop/piece in their evening tonight. They made their way over to the bedroom and with a hiccup of hesitation started to make out. They would be themselves. He bit her lower lip. She sucked on his. She breathed loudly and with a sigh had her hands all over him. 

His tie was already off and she started to unbutton his shirt as he unzipped his pants. She told him to get naked as she started to undress herself. When he saw the corset he told her how much he liked it. She told him that she bought it for him. He looked good in the light; they always managed to get naked in good light. She turned around and asked him to help her undo the snaps on her new piece. She could feel him on her as he was undoing her corset. With each snap he was kissing her neck, biting her shoulders and grabbing her breasts. When the last one was finally done, it was thrown onto the floor with the rest of the clothing. 

You look good, she said. And he did. She placed her hands on his face and slid them down his body. She ran her fingernails through his chest hair and then grabbed his ass in a gentler way than she had done earlier. She grabbed his warm balls and played with them. He put two fingers in her mouth and then placed them on her lips. He was teasing her and she could tell. She squirmed while standing and tried to get his fingers to at least touch her clit, but he knew what she wanted and was going to give it to her in his own time. 

She pushed his shoulders down, making him sit on the bed and she knelt in front of him. She licked her lips slowly and held his hard cock with her hand. Her tongue was hot and wet and she started to give him big licks. Then she licked her lips again, leaving them covered with her own saliva and ran her mouth around in circles all over him like lipstick. "Tell me what you want," she said. He said that she knew what he wanted. She grabbed him tighter and took in just his head and let her tongue explore him. She could feel herself dripping down her legs as the need for him to be inside her became greater and greater. She let her hand go of him entirely and deep throated it, pausing to look at him once she came back to tip of his head. 

He grabbed his cock, covered in her saliva and started masturbating in front of her. She climbed up onto the bed and placed a pillow underneath her ass and started rubbing herself. She was so slippery and felt her clit become filled. He kissed her all over and licked her where she normally had hair. He muttered something about 'this is new', smiled, and then got on all fours facing her as she pulled her lips apart. He penetrated her with his tongue, and then making his way up found her clit started licking her; first with small, firm licks and then with bigger licks, slower, so she could just feel the contact and wetness of his mouth. He could taste her and hear her make noise. He alternated between the two motions and then started making circles. He playfully bit her lips and sucked hard on her clit. Her body started naturally moving in rhythm with his head and her fingers were in his hair. She gasped and told him to put his fingers inside her. 

His explored her, feeling her on the inside and bringing her pleasure. He looked down and watched himself finger her faster and faster, her body moving faster and faster and then she gasped loudly as he saw her gush down onto his hand and onto the pillow. It didn't stop her from moving back and forth and she just kept moaning. He pulled the pillow from underneath her and cock-slapped her pussy. She looked at him and spread her legs even more, giving him a clear view. Her breasts lay there and she grabbed them with a laugh as she looked at him, impatient. He grabbed his cock and covered his head with her juice and he teased her, watching her watch him. She sat up and kissed him, told him that she could taste herself and told him that she wanted him to fuck her. He grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her down asking her what she wanted. She tried pushing against his hold but couldn't. Just lifting up her chin she told him she wanted him inside her. 

He let her go and put his cock right onto her pussy. He felt how hot she was and with no warning invaded her. His lack of warning caught her unaware and she moaned sharply. She brought her knees up to her shoulders and grabbed his hips. He knew how she wanted it. He could do anything to her and she would enjoy it and want more. She was loud and blunt about it. 

They always had amazing sex, and the foreplay to the actual evening, the excitement of a new game outside the bedroom that they could play, just made them hornier. He didn't need her to be a different character, and she didn't need him to pretend to be any another man. They fucked. They made love. They had sex. Their moods and needs called for different things on different days. 

She suddenly flipped over and got on her knees. She told him to spit on her asshole. He wanted more than that. He wanted to taste her. She screamed into the bed, the feeling his tongue made onto her hole running through her body. He put his finger inside her and all he could hear was a deep, animalistic moan. He fingered her ass and then moved onto double penetration. She was in heaven and was rubbing her clit furiously. He pulled her hair and admired his cock getting lost inside her. 

He pulled out and slapped her ass cheek with his hand. She got back up on all fours and turned over to him, her head over her left shoulder. She told him to do it harder. He did it again and she begged for more. 

She wanted to take him in her mouth again and feel him. She lay down and he placed his balls in her mouth, watching her take it from a birds eye view. She sucked on each ball, her tongue massaging him. She then put a finger in her mouth, lubed it up and found his hole. She made circles in each direction as he placed his cock in her mouth. She began to suck him off, moving her head back and forth. He placed his hand on the wall for support and held one of his ass cheeks aside letting her understand he wanted more of her inside him. She could smell herself all over him and taste herself on him too. 

She gently pushed him off of her and he got on all fours. She kissed his ass and then spread his cheeks. She lengthened her tongue and gave his hole a quick lick. He moaned and took in a breath. She licked his ass while he spat in his hand and started stroking himself. She started dirty talking to him, everything vibrating where her mouth was. She bit his cheek and slapped it. She spanked him again and said that she wanted more. 

She lay down on her back and took it. He fucked her furiously knowing she was loving every second of it. Her rhythmic screams were followed by hot, sweaty skin against hot, sweaty skin. 

He could feel her come all over him. She was so slippery. It was in his pubic hair and all over his balls. She reached around and grabbed his balls for a bit, and then pulled him by the knees while he moved in and out of her. 

"You gonna come for me baby?" she asked him as she made eye contact with him. He looked good, giving it to her, hot and sweaty. He had the best fuck face. With the curl of a lip and a last, short breath he thrusted with explosions of pleasure. He stayed inside her and felt her every moment. She felt him pulsate and reacted with every jolt. 

He lay on his back and she came up, kissing his stomach, kissing the two freckles on his side one at a time, planted one on his lips and lay next to him, her right leg over him. Their breaths slowed down eventually. 

They found the covers and stared at each other, just inches apart. She touched his cheek and told him she loved him. He took her hand and kissed it, and told her that he loved her.



The Meeting



Mary barely slept the night before. All night long she tossed and turned in nervous anticipation of what the new day was going to bring. She tried her best to sleep, hoping to turn her anxiety into sweet, sexy dreams of what was to come. Unfortunately, no dreams came. When six o'clock finally rolled around Mary decided that enough was enough and that six was a very respectable time to get out of bed. She felt like a little kid on the first day of school—excited and scared all at that same time. "This is crazy," she thought. "It's not like I've ever met anyone 'new' before. This is probably going to be just one more guy who says he kisses well but is a frog." But still, the butterflies in her stomach persisted. She turned the water on for her shower. Mary stepped into the shower. She turned slowly, arms reached out above her, to let the warm water encase her body. She arched back and stretched, letting the warmth and force of the water relax her. Reaching down, Mary picked on the shaving lotion. She lifted on leg onto the tile bench and began to slather her leg in the creamy white lotion. She took the razor and with long, gentle strokes, ran in up and around her calf; up over her knee and onto her thigh. When she reached the top of her thigh she ran her hands over her leg. Satisfied with the smoothness she felt, Mary moved on to her other leg. Reaching the inner most top part of her thigh, she smiled and began to take smaller strokes as she groomed where her leg met her lips.  Taking care, she shaved around both side of those sacred lips. Pulling them out to shave around her clit she hoped he would notice the special care she gave to that area of her body. She had never really been a fan of the shaved pussy look. She felt the presence of her hair was part of being a mature woman. She had no desire to look like a child down there, but rather the woman she was. As with all, though, it was his preference that mattered, not hers, and so she shaved. He had granted one concession. A patch, symbolizing her womanhood, could remain above. 

Mary finished her shaving ritual and then lathered up her body. She scrubbed and polished her body so every inch of it was clean and soft. Not know what the outcome of the meeting might be she took careful care of her ass. She took a soapy washcloth and inserted into her anus as far as it would it go. She wanted to be prepared. Using a softly scented shampoo, she washed her hair. Massaging her head she closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to have him doing this simple act for her. Applying the cream rinse she envisioned his hands massaging the conditioner through her wet hair. Mary's pussy began to tingle with the thought of his hands ministering to her in such a familiar, intimate way.

Emerging from the shower, she heard her husband, Michael, rustle in the bed. The alarm had gone off and he reached over to hit the snooze button, turning over to capture a little more sleep. "At least he's gotten a good night's sleep," Mary thought. "If he knew who I was meeting today, perhaps he wouldn't be sleeping so peacefully." He had asked her not to tell him, that this rendezvous would be there little 'secret.' 

Mary toweled off her body. The soft scent of cherry blossoms filled the bathroom as she massaged lotion into her legs and arms. Once again her mind drifted to thoughts of how it would be for him to be rubbing the lotion into her skin. A shiver went through her at that thought and she continued to massage the lotion in.

Finally rising from bed, Michael came into bathroom to begin his morning routine before heading off to work. Kissing the back of her neck, he wished her a good morning as he ran his hands over her softness. She melted back into him relaxing against his chest, enjoying the touch of his hands upon her breast. "God, I love this woman," he thought. "God, I love this man," she thought.

"Up early today aren't you?" Michael asked as he started to brush his teeth.

"Yep," replied Mary, "I had a hard time sleeping. I'm surprised I didn't wake you with all my tossing and turning. Once six rolled around I figured I might as well 'rise and shine'."

"What do you having going on today? Anything special?"

"Nah, just the usual----work and more work. I might try and leave early though to run a few errands. I'll call you later to let you know what time I should be home. How about you? Normal day for you?"

"Yeah, same old, same old. A few meetings this mornings and some interviews this afternoon. I should be home my normal time."

Mary's husband quickly got ready for work. Michael was not one to linger. He gave her a kiss good-bye that could only be described as delicious. It was a kiss from a mouth that knew her mouth well. His lips touched hers softly at first, the pressure of lips deepened as his tongue explored the warm recesses of her. Mary was a little surprised by such a passionate good-bye kiss. Her breath shortened and she kissed him back deeply. Her thoughts no longer consumed by the man she would be meeting in person for the first time today, but by the one she had met so many years ago.

"Wow," Mary purred when they were done. "We may have to be late for work now," she said breathlessly.

"I wish," Michael said with disappointment in his voice. "I have to, have to be on time for the first meeting. You have fun today. I'll be thinking of you." He smiled and gave her a pat on the bottom and a peck on the forehead. 

"Fun today?" Mary laughed. "He's such a good man," she thought. "I am such a lucky woman." 

There were not many men who would allow, let alone relish the thought, of their wives doing some of the things that Mary did. Of course Michael knew what she was up to. Or at least he had an idea. When Mary told him she was "running errands" he knew the hidden meaning. He was content knowing she'd be having an adventure. He didn't need to know exactly what she was up to, only that she was safe and enjoying herself. And on those two accounts he knew he need not worry, especially as there was another that would help look out for Mary's well-being.

Mary chose her undergarments carefully and began to get dressed. Nude color stockings went on first, followed by a white lace garter belt to which she hooked the stockings. Next her bra—a white and yellow embroidered confection that shaped her breasts in a delectable way under her clothing. Next she donned her long black slip. "A lady always wears a slip" she chuckled to herself. "They may not always wear panties, but always a slip." And, Mary was a lady if nothing else. Nex,t a simple white tailored blouse came on. It was just sheer enough that if you really looked you could make out the embroidery on her bra. She thought, though, it was conservative enough to get away with at work. She slipped a long black skirt over her head and zippered it into place. A silver metal belt went around her waist. Black pumps completed the lower half of her outfit. 

Mary walked over to her jewelry box. The last piece of her outfit was the most important and she chose carefully. Rummaging through her collection of jewelry she found the perfect necklace to wear. She pulled out a heavy silver chain that had a large piece of turquoise in the center of it. It was a short piece, just a tad larger than a choker. She clasped the necklace around her neck. The weight of the turquoise reminded her of who she belonged to. Stepping back and looking in the mirror Mary was satisfied with her appearance. She looked the consummate professional. 

Driving to work, Mary reflected upon the turn of events in her life that precipitated today's planned meeting. Married for close to 25 years she suspected their sex life had been previously very similar to many other couples. The initial fever of having to have sex, at least for Mary, had waned over the years. The usual---kids, work, Catholic guilt---all intervened to where she was content not to have much, if any. Michael though was not content with the way that their sex life had progressed and he worked hard to re-ignite the passion he knew laid buried within his wife. 

As her interest in sex diminished his interest in controlling their sex life increased. He had become so used to her not wanting to have sex willingly that he became content taking her, even if it that meant she was not engaged in the act. Mary was never quite on board with this style of lovemaking. Was it even lovemaking? But she knew she owed her husband at least that. Men "had needs" after all. This is not to say that their sex life was totally one-sided. Mary would have phases where she was totally engaged and wanting to please her husband and herself. It was these phases that kept Michael hoping and patiently waiting for his wife's sexual re-awakening.

Her husband's patience finally bore fruit and Mary did go through such an awakening. Part of this could be attributed to the mild BDSM play she and her husband engaged in. They had dabbled in this type of role-play for most of their marriage. Michael taking the dominant role, her the more submissive. It wasn't though until she started to fully accept her submissive side that her sexual awakening began. By giving up control to her husband, she had found the path she needed to fully enjoy sex without feeling guilty. The dabbled a little more deeply. 

During this time they also discovered swinging. They enjoyed meeting new people and the recreational sex was great. It was further affirmation for Mary that sex was something to be enjoyed and not feel guilty about. They primarily played together with other couples, but Mary also enjoyed having encounters on her own and her husband encouraged her to have them. She took great pleasure in knowing that she, through her body and mind, brought pleasure to her partners. Their BDSM role-playing, however, was Michael and Mary's little secret and never brought up or experienced in the context of swinging. She met him online as she did all her prospective men. Tom was actually someone her husband had chatted with first and referred him to her. It started out the usual way. Pictures were exchanged to see if there was a physical attraction. 

During the online chats the subject of Dom/Sub role-playing came up. She admitted to doing this sort of thing but there were some aspects of it she didn't like. She also admitted that she did like giving up control in the bedroom and "being taken." She was unsure though of someone other than her husband being in "control" of her in such a formal way.

Mary talked with husband and he got very excited by the prospect of Mary being used by another man in a dominant way. It pleased him to know that other men took pleasure in his wife. He encouraged her to meet Tom. A "date" was scheduled. Mary went out west for a trip and she and Tom kept in touch electronically. Mary was becoming invested in the relationship even though it was only online. She was looking forward to when she could administer the "kiss test" to Tom that she had teased him about.

Then, a new email came from Tom. He met a girl. He really liked and felt connected to this girl. The trial kiss Mary had hungered for could not happen now. He was going to try and build a relationship with this new woman. Mary felt the pains of a high school romance that was breaking up. She felt sick. She felt stupid. She thought herself a fool for getting so attached to someone she hadn't even met. . Silly, she knew, especially since her soul-mate, her husband was always right beside her. How could she begrudge Tom trying to find what she had? Still, it stung.

Mary did the only thing she could do and replied to Tom, wishing him well and much success with his budding romance. He had mentioned that his girlfriend knew of his online communications and was willing to let him continue their virtual relationship. Tom asked Mary if she would consider expanding their online relationship to that of one as Dom and Sub. She dismissed this out of hand. She knew she would enjoy the act of submitting to him but ultimately, she knew, she would want more than the words "good girl" typed across her screen.

At this same time, Mary and her husband were reexamining their own Dom/Sub game. Their sex life, while good, was starting to become routine again, almost mechanical. Plus, Michael was expressing renewed interest in the sub role. Perhaps Tom could guide her and train her as a Domme while she was his sub? Would her husband agree to submit to a virtual Dom? Well, if he was to assume the sub role, did he really have a say in the matter? No. Mary decided to try this online role-playing and contacted Tom. And so, the games began.

Several weeks had passed by and all the players were adjusting to their new roles. Sir now had control of Girl and Boy. "Miss Girl" also had control of Boy. Things were progressing well and Boy and Miss Girl were starting to embrace their new identities. 

Mary, though, still longed for an in-person encounter. She craved to feel his touch, his kiss. She knew though this would never happen and she didn't press for a meeting to occur. Tom's budding romance was blossoming and he was thrilled with that. She wanted her Master to find the same love that she had. It came as a complete shock, then, when his next directive arrived in her in-box.

Girl, You are to meet me tomorrow at 3:00..... Sir

Meet him? She shuddered with the thought. What was he thinking? Was he crazy? Online the chemistry between Sir and Girl was electric. It was amazing how their bodies responded to their conversations---pulses increased; breathing became heavy; she would become dripping wet; he would become rock hard. Was he nuts? How could they meet and not keep their hands off each other? What about his desire to remain monogamous in real life?

Then the fear set in---What, if in real-life, the chemistry wasn't there? What if the fantasy of Sir & Girl was much better than the reality of Tom and Mary? What if??????? Mary could ponder all she wanted, but she knew she would go. 

The work day ended early for Mary and she drove to the restaurant Sir had specified. She was to sit in the back corner booth and wait for his arrival. As Mary waited, she wondered if he was really going to show up. Would she be stood up and end up being the fool once again? What would he say? What would he do? She waited nervously. 

Fortunately, Mary didn't need to wait long. A few minutes after being seated he walked into the restaurant. Though her back was to the door, she knew he had walked him. She felt his presence as he walked up to the table. 

"Good Girl" he said and sat down across the table from her. "I'm glad you're on time. You would have been punished had you not been."

"I know, Sir," Mary replied. "You know I avoid 'corrections' as best as possible."

"Yes, I know---You are a very good girl. I am very happy to meet you today in person. Your pictures don't do you justice. You are a very beautiful, sexy woman"

"Thank you, Sir." Mary cast her eyes down and fidgeted in her seat. She loved hearing these words from his mouth, but she did not want her face to betray how much. She didn't want him to see the longing in her eyes for him to touch her.

"Girl, tell me did you get excited by the thought of meeting me today?"

"Yes."

"Are you wet now?" 

"Yes."

"Let me have proof. Reach up under the skirt and touch yourself. I want you to insert two fingers into your pussy for me and then show me them."

There in the back corner of the restaurant, diners all around, Mary went into a semi-hypnotic state and did as she was asked. She discreetly reached under her skirt and rubbed her pussy slightly. A faint moan escaped her lips as she plunged two fingers into her depths. Her master smiled at that and murmured "You are such a good little slut, aren't you?"

Mary withdrew her fingers and brought them up above the table. Her scent permeated the air around them. Her fingers glistened with the juices from her body.

"Girl, you know our confines. While I would love to taste you I will not. I want you to taste you for me." 

Their eyes locked as she took one finger at a time and entered it into her mouth. She licked and sucked each finger clean. Still ,they did not touch each other.

"Good girl" God, how she loved to hear these words coming directly from his lips! Sir reached into his breast pocket and placed a small box upon the table.

"Girl, I cannot stay any longer. I wanted to meet you today to give you this." He pushed the box over to her. "Don't open it now. I want you to take it and get up and go home now. Once home you can open it. I trust you'll know what to do once you see what it is."

Mary rose and took the box. She said "I understand" and walked out of the restaurant. She got in her car, the box rested on the seat next to her. Mary leaned back and let out a huge sigh of disappointment. He hadn't touched her, let alone kiss her! Again she felt like she was in the middle of a high school romance going bad. She didn't know if she could continue this way. 

Arriving at home Mary took the box and went inside up to her bedroom. It was still early enough that her husband hadn't gotten home from work yet. She opened the box and looked inside. Mary reached behind her neck and removed from it the silver necklace with the heavy turquoise stone.

Reaching into the box, Mary withdrew the piece of liquid silver from it. How different this necklace was from the one she had just removed. The weight of the turquoise necklace served to remind her of her role. This other necklace was feather light. She clasped the new necklace around her neck. It was so thin and lightweight it was hardly noticeable. Light as it may be though, it cemented her in her role and in her desire. She would continue as he wished.



The Meeting



Warning: This story is a fictionalized (that means "made up") account containing explicit descriptions of unsafe, rough sexual activity between a dominate male and a unfaithful, submissive married female who enjoys degrading sex. The author is does not condone unsafe sex and realizes the topics explored in this story are not for everyone. If this is not your cup of tea, then do us both a favor and DO NOT read this story.

A knock on the door. This must be it. You nervously open the hotel door, not knowing what to expect; butterflies flirt around in your stomach. Filled with excitement mixed with a twinge of fear, you slowly open the door. You find me standing there, smiling. A hint of recognition flashes across your face from the countless times you're looked at my picture, imagining this meeting.

Gently, but firmly, I push you back into the room, closing and locking the door behind me. Without a word, I pull you towards me and kiss you deeply. My tongue pushes into your mouth. My fingers run through your hair, pulling you closer to me as I devour you with my mouth.

Breaking our embrace, I firmly force you to kneel in front of me. Opening my fly, I take my cock out and rub it on your lips.

"Suck my cock, bitch." A hot twinge runs through you with the first words spoken between us.

You begin sucking as my cock hardens in your mouth. I quickly grow rock hard as you suck me. Taking my cock in your hand, you lick my shaft, then pulling my dick taught, tongue-fuck my dick-hole. I am oozing pre-cum that your hungrily lap up.

Grabbing your hair, I pull hard so you are looking up at me. With the other hand I slap your face until your cheeks are red. With one final slap, I command, "Open your mouth, whore."

You hesitate and I slap you again, harder. "I said, open your fucking mouth, whore!"

Tears of pleasure and pain well up in your eyes as you open your mouth wide for me. With both hands, I pull you towards me and penetrate you mouth with my hard dick. My hands digging into both sides of your head, I pump your head, fucking your mouth with my cock. You gag as I pull you all the way down on my dick, forcing the entire length of my cock down your throat. You fight for air as I hold your head against me for what seems like an eternity, but in reality is only seconds. With an audible pop, I pull your head back off my dick. A moan escapes your lips as they come off my dick.

I pull you towards me again. Keeping one hand pulling your hair, I take my dick in the other hand and rub it all over your face. You stick your tongue out and I rub the head of my cock all over it. Your face is becoming slick with your saliva and my pre-cum. I put the head of my dick back on your tongue and begin stroking. I'm pumping my hips as I jerk my cock. Suddenly, I stick my dick back down your throat, again grabbing your head with both hands. I moan loudly as you feel the warm wetness in you throat as I start to cum. I keep my dick in your mouth until it begins to soften.

"Lick me clean, whore." I command. You eagerly obey; licking and sucking the last drops of cum from my dick.

Pulling you back to your feet, I again kiss you deep. Then I begin unbuttoning your shirt, tossing it to the floor. I linger for a moment at the sight of your big breasts still encased in your lace bra. You can see the longing, the hunger, the lust in my eyes. You know I am far from done with you. I roughly undo your pants, pulling them down along with your panties as you step out of them and kick them aside.

"Show me those big boobs, bitch." I tell you as I step back and remove my own clothing.

You reach behind you and unfasten your bra, letting it slowly slide off your shoulders. You know I've longer to see your breasts and you're teasing me and loving it. You know your seductive show is going to make me give you more of what you like and you want it. The bra finally slips to the floor, revealing your large, beautiful breasts. You see my cock hardening again as I stare at your wonderful, voluptuous, naked body.

I fiercely grab you again and pull you towards me, kissing you roughly. Our tongues intertwine as I pinch your nipples, hard. You feel the burning and the pain coursing through you. My mouth muffles your cries. Our lips break free as I move my mouth to your large, erect nipples. Taking one in my mouth, I begin sucking, soothing your pain. You cry out as I suddenly bite down hard. You become aware that I'm also fingering fucking you, violating the inner reaches of your womanhood. Your body tenses in orgasm, your pussy muscles clamping down on my fingers as I continue to bite your nipple. I kiss you again, and you taste the slight hint of blood as the shock waves of your orgasm continue to rock your body.

I turn you around and force you down against the bed so your ass is sticking up. You feel my hands running over your smooth ass, then SMACK! as I spank you hard. The pain and pleasure shoot through you.

"Tell me what you are!"

SMACK!

"I'm a dirty whore."

SMACK!

"Is that why you're here, a married woman, letting me do this to you?"

SMACK!

"Yes..."

SMACK!

"Whose dity whore do you want to be?"

SMACK!

"Yours..."

SMACK!

"What? Tell me like you mean it, whore!"

SMACK!

"I want to be your dirty whore, master."

SMACK!

"Good girl!"

Your ass is burning in pain now. You know it must be bright red. Now my hands are running over your ass again, soothing your pain. You can feel that your pussy is soaked. You imagine your juices running down your thighs.

My finger slips inside your wet cunt. I begin finger fucking you hard. Now two fingers filling you. Now three roughly fucking your hot pussy. But you want more. The desire fills you. You are on fire. You need more than just fingers inside you.

"Please fuck your dirty whore, master."

In answer to your request, my dick slips between your lips, penetrating you, filling you, violating you. You can feel me all the way up inside you now, my balls against your simmering pussy.

"Look at you dirty fucking whore, another man's cock all the way up inside your filthy cunt!" You moan loudly at my words.

I grab your hips and begin to fuck you, rough and hard. I smack your ass and pump my hard cock all the way up inside you. Harder and harder I pound you. You feel like you're being ripped apart. The lights begin to dim, you feel faint. Thank God you're already against the bed, you think. You are meeting my thrusts, enjoying another man's cock inside your married cunt. You love the feel of me inside you. Suddenly you scream out as your body contracts in orgasm. I grab your hips and thrust all the way deep inside you. You feel a familiar warm wetness as I unload inside you. We both collapse onto the bed.

Turning you to face me, we lovingly embrace and I gently kiss you; slowly, passionately.

"I'm glad we finally met." I whisper in your ear.

You smile back at me and reply, "Me too."



The Meeting



The knock on the door startled her. Although she had hoped for it, she had not expected it. She stood on her tip toes to peer through the peep hole and could see that it was him. She couldn't believe it, that he had actually come.

Part of her had known he could not refuse, could not turn his back on what they had. Another part of her knew that it was killing him to come here, to be with her. Killing what he was inside, going against everything he believed in and still, he was here. 

She opened the door half way expecting him to have gone, perhaps never to have been there at all, only a delicious figment of her imagination. But he was there, standing so tall, almost towering above her. Her head fell back, traveling up his chest to his face; his dark eyes filled with so much anger and lust and longing. Her eyes opened wider, drinking in the beautiful creature now standing in front of her. He was even more in person than she could have ever imagined, his strength and power poured from his brown eyes into hers. 

Still, she stood with the door open, unmoving. He pushed her gently back into the room, closing the door behind him. She could barely breathe, the air suddenly too thick in the room. She noticed he was having the same problem, his chest rose and fell rapidly as he closed the small space between them. Neither spoke, yet so much was said as their eyes remained locked and he brought his tall body against hers, pressing her against the wall.

His hand rose, his fingers traced her cheekbone, one finger slid between her moist lips and she suckled it, taking him for the first time into her body as she had dreamed of so many times before. His finger curled, opening her mouth to him before he brought his lips to hers, kissing her gently around his finger but not removing it. His tongue delved into her mouth, coaxing her own with his sweet stabs. Her eyes closed, her soul soared and her tongue left its warm refuge to dance with his. His finger curled deeper, opening her mouth to him, his hand slid from her face to her neck, pinning her against the wall as he claimed her mouth with his completely. 

His breath was her breath, every move orchestrated to perfection by him. He swallowed her breath and returned it, she took him into her lungs and held him there. He grew more urgent, pressing her harder into the wall. She felt his anger and responded to it, her hands clinching in his shirt, pulling him to her. He turned his head, angling his mouth over hers, touching the roof of her mouth with his tongue before probing even deeper, moaning as he took more and more. Her moans echoed his, her hips pressed against his and she trembled when she felt his solid need for her there. He lifted his face but didn't release his hold on her neck, peering down into her eyes, searching for something there, something only he could find.

"Damn you Kyrie, damn you for doing this to me." 

His words were husky, soft spoken and so full of pain and longing they brought tears to her eyes.

"I want to say I'm sorry but I can't, I could never lie to you, never. Not for any reason. I love you."

He grunted, pushing her knees apart with his strong leg before claiming her mouth with his. This kiss was not gentle but demanding. She rose to it and demanded more from him, he gave it and took even more. She moaned beneath his onslaught, her body begging him for what they both had wanted, needed for so long, so many years without touching, without knowing.

"I can't wait any longer Kyrie, I won't. Not now."

His hands clamped around her arms, pushing her to the bed. Her hands tore at his shirt, lifting it above his head, splaying his gorgeous hair around his shoulders. His fingers deftly removed her tight jeans, sliding down both panties and jeans with one move, halting only momentarily to gaze at the vee between her legs. 

"God Kyrie!" 

His moan was a tortured sound of pain and longing as he lowered himself between her legs.

"Please?"

Her soft plea was smothered by his demanding kiss. He took from her as he buried himself with one solid thrust into her open and wiling body. Her gasps were swallowed by his mouth over and over again, each thrust eliciting the most exquisite pain she could have ever imagined. It had been so long, so long since she had felt anything like this. No, she had never felt anything like this, like him. 

Her legs spread willingly for him, his hips thrust harder and harder, pressing her into the bed. His hands grabbed hers, pulling them above her head, stretching her beneath him and he never stilled, his hips ever moving, teasing and taunting her as only he could do. She felt him swell within her and she rejoiced in the knowledge that he was finding so much pleasure in her. His hard body tortured hers until she begged him for her release and still he continued in that agonizing rhythm that was driving her wild. She begged him, pleaded with him to allow her release but he would not relent; kissing each taut nipple and then dragging it into his mouth, using his teeth to graze the tight bulging tip before biting down to send painful rivulets of pleasure throughout her body, centering between her legs.

Her eyes filled with tears and still he pounded into her core. Her head thrashed back and forth until he caught her mouth again, his words telling her to be still, to take him into her completely. Only when her hips rose and met him in his tortuous rhythm did he let himself go, his entire body forcing himself deeply into her, thrusting into her womb to bounce against her cervix, forcing delicious screams from deep within her throat.

They came together as one, each coating the other with their fluids until they lay still in each others arms. His head cradled against her neck, she stroked his hair, running her hands through it lovingly. He lay between her legs, his shaft still buried in her wet sex, not completely hard but not soft either. His fingers traced up and down her arm, sending shivers through her over-heated body. 

Without warning he moved, lifting himself from her only to plunge deeply into her core. Her eyes widened, startled yet again until he dipped his head close to her ear and whispered urgently,

"Again."



The Meeting



So dark...disoriented. Where am I? What happened? These questions roll through my mind as my eyes adjust to the darkness. I go to move my body and realize that I am tied to something. Frightened now, I twist my head around frantically trying to make out something, anything in the darkness that would give me some idea where I am. Nothing.

Think girl. What's the last thing you can remember? Suddenly I'm surrounded by bright light and I squint against it. My mind registers a long wooden table with what looked like belts on it and cement brick walls when I hear a voice greet me.

"Glad to see you're finally awake Laura" the male voice says. I still can't see who is with me. The vaguely familiar voice is coming from somewhere behind me. My heart pounding, I'm desperately trying to place the voice when I feel the warmth of a naked body against my back. A hard naked male body, a very aroused body. It is then that I realize that I am stark naked as well. I try in vain to pull away, yanking at the bindings holding my wrists and ankles apart. 

"Relax babe" the voice whispers in my ear and I'm hit suddenly with the familiarity of it. It is You – the shy, oh so sexy man I started talking to online just a few short weeks ago. Then it all comes flooding back – our agreeing to meet at that bar. The disappointment when the bar closed and I still hadn't seen You. I remember saying goodnight to my girlfriend and her date, going out to my car, digging into my purse for my keys, the hand covering my nose and mouth and the arm around my waist, smelling that sickly sweet smell of the cloth... and then everything going black.

"Do you remember now Laura?" You ask. I simply nod yes, too shocked to comprehend the fact that You forcibly took me from a public place into God only knows where...and why.

You come to stand in front of me, staring intently into my eyes. You move so that You are standing close to me, but not touching until Your hand takes my chin and forces me to look up at You. Your eyes are so blue, deep and soulful. My eyes widen as Your head lowers and then flutter shut as Your lips press against mine. A sweet, gentle kiss. The kiss of lovers. I moan quietly. Your lips feel so soft and loving, so full of promise. The kiss deepens and Your tongue flicks over my lips and my tongue, teasing my tongue to join it. Your hands that were sitting still at my waist now begin their ascent up my stomach to the underside of my breasts. There they stroke back and forth, coming close, but not quite touching my nipples that have now become hard little nubs. I strain forward trying to push my nipples into Your hands. You know what I'm trying to do and laugh softly into my mouth, Your hands going still, one breast in each hand.

You end the kiss slowly, sucking on my tongue, biting on my bottom lip gently. My eyes open and my gaze focuses on Your face. You reach past me and bring up a long scarf-like cloth. I look at it, then You, opening my mouth to question. You take that opportunity to tie the scarf around my mouth. My eyes fly to Yours. "Hush baby" You say. "You will be all right." Your hand strokes the side of my face. "Trust me, Laura", You whisper quietly.

Walking behind me You began talking. "I know you thought I wasn't at the bar last night, but I was. I watched you walk in. I was pleased to see that you had worn what I told you to – the short leather strapless dress, the stockings and heels. The thin choker-like collar around your neck that had My initials on it was a beautiful touch. A vision of pure sex just like I knew you'd be."

I stood still in my bindings, unable to talk because of the gag, my head turning to the side as You walk around to stand behind me. I could hear something being dragged across the floor behind me.

You continued, "I watched as you went to the bar and ordered a soft drink. Again I was pleased. You remembered that I had told you I wanted our first meeting to be clear and unaffected by alcohol. I watched as you stood beside the bar, one hand holding your drink, the other nervously fingering the choker, you scanning the room looking for Me. I saw as that woman walked up to you and greeted you. I saw how your face brightened as you greeted her, and I watched how you walked with her to a table where a man was sitting."

"I saw you dance with him, that slow dance where he held you in his arms. My woman. When you were in that bar to meet Me." As soon as I heard Your tone change, my heart sank. The man was my girlfriend's date. I hadn't met him until last night.

"As My woman, you must learn that any interactions you have with any other man must be made known to Me. There will be times when I will want you to play up to a man. This was not one of those times. For that I'm afraid I must punish you."

At those words I started pulling frantically on the bindings, my shouts muffled by the scarf. The first blow stilled my movements. A loud sounding crack and my howl of pain filled the room as the paddle connected with my ass. My body bowed inward, the blow totally unexpected.

You walked into my field of vision and looked at me. Tears streamed down my face. "You will take your punishment quietly or it will increase". I tried to plead with you to stop, my head shaking back and forth. You walked behind me again. Crack! The pain shot through my body as I quietly shook, making no sound. Again and again the paddle stung my skin. Tears were flowing freely now, the skin on my backside burning like it was on fire. One more loud crack and You were finished punishing me. My head hung down, my ass racked with pain, quietly sobbing.

I don't hear You put the paddle away, nor do I hear You walk around to face me. I feel Your hand under my chin lifting my face. You study my tears a bit then You say, "Open Your eyes baby". I do so slowly, tears streaming unchecked. You press a kiss to each cheek and a longer kiss to my forehead. You look again into my eyes and I am taken aback when I see Your eyes wet with tears. 

You kiss me deeply, Your tongue plunging into my mouth, Your hands on my waist pulling me tightly to You. Your lips move across my cheek and down my neck, biting gently, a moan elicited from my lips. Your hands move from my waist to cup my breasts.

"Mmmm" You say. "Finally mine to touch". You lift one breast, bending slightly to circle it first with Your tongue, then sucking it into Your mouth. Your thumb is rubbing back and forth over the other nipple. My head falls back, my eyes closing, the tears drying on my face. Your lips then move to the other nipple, taking it between Your teeth and flicking it with Your tongue.

Pleasure jolts through my body to my core, my hips involuntarily jerking to press against Your body. You moan low in Your throat as You continue to tease my nipples to rock hardness. Your hands leave my breasts to slide down my ribcage, over my waist and to my hips. You slowly kneel in front of me, Your lips pressing kisses over my stomach and down further to my shaven mound.

My head rolls to the side and my eyes open, watching You as You kiss my skin, Your hands stroking the backs of my legs, down behind my knees and calves, planting soft kisses on the insides of my thighs as Your hands glide up over my soft skin, stopping as they reach my pussy.

Your fingers gently pull apart my pussy lips and You moan quietly when You see that my pussy is already wet. Your tongue glides through my slit from bottom to top, circling around my clit. "Mmmmm, such a nice tasting pussy baby", You tell me as You then flatten Your tongue and make a wide slow lick from my tight wet hole to my clit, stopping to lick my clit like it's an ice cream.

My hips are straining upwards, trying to get more of your tongue in it. I'm breathing faster now, quietly moaning here and there as Your tongue touches a particularly sensitive spot, gasping when it makes contact with my clit.

You ease one finger into my tight cunt and it's immediately clutched by my pussy muscles. You move it in and out of me slowly, circling it inside me. "Nice and tight, just the way I knew it would be" You say as You ease another finger in. My body tenses a little, You hear me quietly whimper as Your two fingers work to open my pussy. Your tongue flicks maddeningly over my clit, it hardening under the attention You're giving it. Your fingers pump in and out of my pussy faster as my muscles relax and open, my juices flowing freely. My body is squirming against the binds; I'm wanting loose so that I can touch You. You press a third finger against my opening and my head falls back, moaning loudly against the gag as it pushes its way into my pussy with Your other two fingers. 

My hands hold tightly to the ropes that have me tied spread-eagled. The sensations in my pussy are becoming more and more intense as You fuck me hard, Your fingers making squelching noises as they pump in and out of my wet hole. My breathing is erratic now, interspersed with muffled moans. You know my orgasm is building in intensity. Your teeth clamp onto my clit as if You're trying to rip it from my body. My body arches up, and You take that moment to force a fourth finger into my pussy. My scream is muffled by the scarf, my begging You to stop all but unheard. You suck my clit hard and pump Your fingers in harder, bruising my pussy with their force. You twist Your hand so that Your palm is facing the back and curl Your fingers into a fist putting pressure on my g-spot.

The intense pleasure/pain sends me screaming over the edge. My body stiffens, my head thrown back, my scream deafening but for the gag in my mouth. My cum runs in rivulets down over Your hand, my pussy muscles clamping hard onto Your hand, making it impossible for You to move it. You move Your head, sucking my clit, pulling it back and forth. The spasms move through my body like bolts of electricity. You moan against my clit. Finally the spasms begin to subside and my body's muscles start to relax. 

I moan against the gag as You gently remove Your hand from my soaking, still twitching pussy. I'm still panting as You stand in front of me. You hold Your hand up, showing me how wide my pussy had to be to be able to fit Your hand in and I whimper and close my eyes. 

"Look at Me now" You say quietly. I lift my eyes to Yours and watch as You lick some of my juices from Your fingers. You put Your hands on either side of my face and look deep into my eyes. "Punishment will always be followed by pleasure, my sweet. This I promise to You as my woman." And You seal that promise with a tender kiss.

As I moan into Your kiss it is then that I remember seeing the table with the bindings and I shudder inwardly, both fearful and aroused, wondering what it is for...and what I will do next to find out...



The Meeting



Kara walked through the outer doorway of number 8 Carroll Street and left behind the hot July air that had dogged her through the neighborhood she had been finding her way around these past thirty five minutes, after she exited the #13 bus. She had double and triple checked the address on the small piece of paper her friend Laura had given her.

Kara stood in the small hallway connecting the outer door to an inner locked door.

On the wall was an intercom system with many room and suite numbers and a button next to each one. 12 businesses in all Kara noted, counting the buttons and room numbers. She had always had the habit of noticing things like this. Her mom called her a counter. She said Kara's father had been a counter. He would come home from the deli Kara's mom had told her and inform her how many men had been slicing cheese and how many, meat. He would tell her how many slicing machines the deli had and how many refrigerators. 

Kara found the number written on the paper, and the name she had been given next to this number, on the intercom. 

Kara read: Salacus Modeling. 

She pressed the button and waited. She wasn't waiting long. As her finger left the button on the wall a buzz sounded and a gentle male voice issued from the intercom.

"Hello, how may I help you?" 

"I ... um, have an appointment to have a meeting with Mr. Peterberry ... uh ...at four." Kara had spoken in her usual halting nervous tone. She was always a shy and sweet girl who didn't date, and had only a few friends.

The soft gentle voice answered her. "Are you Ms. Kara Wellmont?"

"Yes sir," Kara replied.

"I will buzz you in; you may come upstairs by using the elevator in the lobby. Thirteenth floor, our office is the only one on the floor, so just walk right in when you see our doorway Ms. Wellmont." The soft voice receded and a harsh buzz followed during which Kara pushed open the inner door and walked inside.



Kara was relieved to find the lobby incredibly cold. The air conditioning apparently was turned to the max, and Kara breathed deeply and felt her damp body dry nicely after the long walk through the streets on this hot summer day.

Kara looked in the mirrored wall of the lobby near the elevator and fluffed out her long blond hair, and examined her make-up. Kara found her face to still be very presentable, but she still took out her lipstick and reapplied some to her full lips.

She felt self conscious in the extreme in the revealing outfit her friend had recommended to her. 

Her tight pink dress hugged her breasts and her shelf bra pushed them up and made them much more prominent than normal. She saw that her nipples which stuck out over the bra were hard and obvious in the cold air of the lobby, and she felt her face redden at this sight. Kara also wasn't used to wearing such a short dress. The hem came to just a few inches past her ass, which was round and enticing she had to admit in this dress.

Kara's legs looked longer than they were in this dress, especially with the high spiked sandals she wore. Looking in the mirror Kara's own assessment of how she looked was that she looked like a hooker. Laura had said she just looked hot, and to get a job at this firm she had been told you had to be hot. Laura has said that, no skinny aloof cold catwalk queens need apply to Salacus Modeling. 

The elevator doors opened and Kara walked toward it. A man walked out and stopped to look her up and down. Kara shivered and smiled at the large muscular man and looked past him at the open elevator door. The big man did not smile back but simply continued to look at Kara as if she were an insect. She felt a watery feeling in her stomach and looked down and back up at the elevator again, wishing she was someplace else. 

Slowly the big man, still scowling at her, stood aside and motioned her into the elevator. "Good day, young lady," the man said in a voice devoid of good wishes Kara thought to herself as she quickly got onto the elevator.

As the doors closed Kara saw the man turn and watch her, staring straight into her eyes. Just at the moment the doors finally slid completely closed he smiled a smile that seemed to be the least friendly smile Kara had ever seen.

"Have fun!" he called out as the doors closed.

'Why would he say that to me,' thought Kara as the elevator carried her upwards.



Kara stepped out of the elevator and was relieved to see the door to the modeling agency right in front of her as she exited. She hitched her handbag up high on her shoulder and looked down at her shapely legs and thought; I do look hot, and then stepped through the door.

Kara walked in and strode quickly up to the reception desk with an assured smile on her face, before she even registered what the room looked like. 

Then it all came into focus. 

The reception area was bare with nothing on the walls and no couch or even a proper waiting area. In front of Kara sat a man behind a desk. He was wearing a black t-shirt and as he stood she saw he wore jeans. He smiled a mirthless cruel smile. 

"Hello Kara, glad you could come." Kara recognized the gentle voice on the intercom. Only now all gentleness seemed to have been bled from that voice, and in its place was only coldness.

Behind her Kara could hear the door bang shut and then a double clicking sound as if a series of automatic locks had closed.

Kara looked around quickly and saw that behind the desk was a wall that was open on both sides leading to a much larger room beyond, but the quiet and low lights told her that no one else was in this office, if indeed office it was. Kara had no idea how she knew these things but she felt sure it was true.

The man began to step out from behind the desk and walk to her.

Kara felt her stomach turn to ice and begin to do a flip flop, and she turned and ran back to the door, only to find it - as she had somehow known she would- locked. Kara fumbled to open her bag looking for her mace can. 'Not here!' she thought as she tore into her handbag. 'Why? Why didn't I take it,' she thought desperately. Kara found her house keys and made a fist around them, the point of her house key sticking through her fingers, and then turned to find the man right behind her.

She used her self defense training from the gym and thrust out the key into his face, only to find his hand, powerful, wrapped around her wrist, stopping her punch. He twisted her wrist hard and pressed into her muscle and she felt her hand seem to open on its own. The keys dropped harmlessly to the floor at her feet.

Kara remembered the self defense class and brought her knee up into his groin, screaming as she did so. "Ahhrrgg!" 

Her knee connected with air as the man side stepped her blow.

The man grabbed her upper arm and brought back his other hand and punched her in a quick jabbing motion, in her stomach. He punched hard enough to knock the wind out of her but not hard enough to injure her badly.

Kara stumbled back against the locked door and looked up and made a fist and threw a jab which the man swatted away and then, stepping into her slapped her face with his open hand. She felt this snap her head back and her cheek burn. 

Kara reached up to her face and as she did the man stepped behind her and slipped his arm around her throat and placed his mouth to her ear.

"Stop struggling you fucking cunt," he growled in her ear, only making her struggle more. He pressed his arm to her throat harder and she found it difficult to breath. 

"If you keep flailing about like this Kara, I am going to fucking knock you out." Kara heard these words and slowed her struggles, but she was already beginning to feel like it was hopeless as she felt her resolve leave her body giving in to this man.

Kara thought to herself, 'I'm going to be killed, I'm going to be killed." Suddenly she began to struggle again as her terror at dying began to give her strength again.

The man took away his arm but swung her around to face him and slapped her face.

Once, twice, again and again, he hit her until Kara was crying and cowering against the desk. She had no idea how she had stumbled back this far, and she could not even raise her hands to defend herself, she suddenly found, and simply stood and sobbed as he slapped her over and over. Now his hand was in her hair holding her head as he slapped her harder and harder until Kara began to beg and plead. She could hear her voice almost as if it were some other persons.

"Please, please! Don't hit me anymore! I'll be good I promise!" Kara was hysterical but she could see the man stop his hand in mid swing, and then smile at her, and lean close to her face to spit on her forehead.

Kara felt the spittle drip down her forehead and down the bridge of her nose. She shook all over and suddenly became aware that she was urinating.

Kara face burned with embarrassment as she felt her piss filling her panties and dripping down her thighs, until she could here it dripping on the floor beneath her.

The man looked down at her and spoke softly, "You've pissed your self I see, you little tramp. Good. A fucking whore like you should be as dirty as she can be, you filthy pig." 

Kara shivered and looked up into his eyes and said, "I'm not a pig."

"Oh but you are, little fuck, you are," said the man, with a sneer, gripping her arm and pulling her along behind him past the wall behind the desk.

Kara stared in horror at the big open room filled with nothing but a padded bench and some tables filled with frightening looking objects. Seeing this, she began to moan deep in her throat. "Please don't kill me," Kara begged as she was dragged to the bench.

The man snorted derisively, "I'm not going to kill you. It isn't worth my trouble. We are just going to do with you what god put cunts like you on this world for."

"No! No please don't rape me, please!" Kara sobbed.

"So what is it you don't want me to do kill you, or rape you? It does have to be one or the other." said the man flippantly, as he dragged her roughly to the bench and turned her to face him.

The man reached out and ripped Kara's tight pink dress down and off her shoulders and tore it as easily as tissue paper from her body, leaving her standing and shivering in her bra and panties.

As the man turned toward the table behind him, Kara looked from side to side and found herself staring around the large room, and found it to be a bare rectangle. It did seem to be an abandoned office space that this man must have rented out to lure woman to.

Kara thought, 'Why did Laura send me here?' She glanced back to the man and saw him looking at some ropes and shackles. Terror bubbled up out of her and she began to scream and turned to run toward the window in the back of the stripped down office space. "Help! Oh God anyone please!" Kara tripped and stumbled but caught her balance and continued to run toward the window.

At the window she pounded with her fists on the glass, not caring if her hands went through, not caring if she was cut or that she was half naked at the window. Kara saw the street far below and cried and shouted even louder as her fists bounced harmlessly of the window she pounded on. She was hysterical now and it didn't matter how high the building was; she would have jumped across to another building if she could have.

Kara saw a man in an office window across the street looking out and staring at her banging on the window.

"Help, help me! Oh please, see me!!" Kara screamed, and as she watched the man turned and casually walked away from his office window at sat at his desk.

Something yanked back hard on her long blond hair and she began to sob uncontrollably as she realized the man was dragging her back away from the window sill. "Please, please, let me go, please don't do this!!" cried Kara as she struggled to keep from falling as she was dragged backwards to the long bench.

"Sorry Kara, it doesn't work that way. You can't talk your ass out of this, and that is how it is, Kara," said the man mildly. He almost sounded sad one might say, but at the same time as if his word was final.

Kara cried even more loudly, her eye make-up running down her cheeks.



Robert felt locked in, and not in his own head. 

He loved this feeling. The feeling that he was watching himself hurt his victims. This was the only way he could do what he wanted to do, and not feel the horrible guilt he would have if he did this the way he once did. 

The feeling of his hand on Kara's hair; her weight as he dragged her; made his heart beat quicker.

The sound of the crying girl made him smile and stiffened his cock.

Her pleading and begging made him feel powerful.

But still he was locked inside his head, and this took away his guilt. He always needed the rush and quickening of his desire that raping a helpless girl gave him.

Turning his head he twisted Kara around and pushed her back onto the bench.

"Please, please! I don't want this!" Kara cried. "I want to go home!" 

Robert smiled and flipped her over and took out a pair of cuffs from his back pocket and slapped one side over her left wrist with practiced ease. The other side he attached with just as much ease to a metal ring in leg of the bench. Now with the girl attached by one wrist he easily attached her other wrist with another cuff, then took out his knife and showed it to her, making sure she saw it in his hand.

Robert sliced through her bra strap and then pulled it roughly off the young woman.

Grabbing each ankle he used rope to tie her ankle to the benches legs one on each side. 

Robert inspected his work as the young woman sobbed. She lay with her arms hanging over the front of the bench attached to the front legs of the bench. He head hung uncomfortably over the side, and she had to struggle to keep her head up to look at what Robert was doing. Her legs were on either side of the narrow bench, with her ass pointing up at him enticingly. Robert reached down and un-hooked two heavy snaps and pulled the back half of the bench away from under Kara, making it apparent that the bench was in fact not one long table, but rather two small ones attached to each other.

Taking the bench away left Kara's ass at Robert's disposal, and he salivated at the prospect.

"Now we will have a nice bit of fun, Kara," said Robert softly.



Kara felt the man running his knife over her skin.

The tip scraped down her shoulder and traced around her shoulder blades, causing her to shiver and whimper. "Please don't hurt me," she moaned.

"Don't hurt me, what?" the man cooed at her.

Kara sobbed quietly and said, "Don't hurt me, sir." Kara felt the blade run down her back and over her hip and slip under her thong's band. A slight pressure and she felt the thong come loose as the man sliced through it. She felt him pull her thong away and felt her face burn as she knew he was looking at her exposed pussy.

Kara felt the man press his knife into her tender flesh between her legs at the spot her upper thigh met her pussy. Then, suddenly, she felt him take it away. "I will not hurt you Kara; I am only going to enjoy myself with you. And I will do this by humiliating you and using you just the way you want to be used." She felt the mans breathe at her ear but was to terrified to turn and look into his face.

"I do not want to be used," Kara said, her voice shaking. SMACK! A hand cracked against her ass so hard the blow echoed in the nearly empty room. "Yes you fucking do!!" the man screamed into her ear causing it to ring uncomfortably.

Kara turned her face and saw the man pulling off his pants and shirt. She found herself involuntarily gasping at her first glimpse of his cock. The man walked to the table nearby and took a whip made of many strands of leather; examined it and then replaced it. Kara shivered as she saw him lift another cruel looking toy; it was long leather covered paddle covered on one side with metal studs.

The man turned back to Kara, a cruel look in his eyes.

She could see his prick again and had time to see how intimidating it was. The mans cock bobbed below his muscular belly, standing up straight out, hard and stiff looking. It was at least 10 inches long, but this was not what caused Kara's stomach to clench, rather it was the thickness. His cock seemed to be as thick as Kara's wrist, with an angry swollen purple head. 

Kara hung her head back down, and she could see through her hanging blond hair that the man had come to stand in front of her head. She heard a whistling sound and then she felt a pain as if a dozen men had swatted her left ass cheek at once. 

'OWWW!!" screamed Kara. She knew instantly this must have been the paddle the man had had in his hand. "Look up at my cock you fucking whore!!" the man screamed at Kara.

Kara looked and found it bobbing an inch from her mouth.

"Open that hole you fucking slut!" Fresh tears burst from Kara's eyes.



Robert grinned happy knowing that in her position the girl could not see his face, could not see his delight, as plainly as he felt it at the moment. 

Oh yes, indeed, he was locked in and ready at that moment. Ready to satisfy his special need in a way nothing else he could do to a girl would.

"Open wide you cunt," said Robert, trying to keep the sound of menace in his voice.

Menace worked Robert found, and if you did not menace you risked having your cock bitten off. When Robert had first done this type of thing the third time around a frightened little whore had bitten his cock off. It was good to have it back a day later, and he never did that again. He always menaced his victims. They had to fear for their lives, and he never made that mistake again.

Somewhere in Robert's mind he blanched at the sudden memory of his cock being bitten off. Where had that come from? He was constantly worried about his sanity, except when he had a little slut at his mercy, such as he did now. 

He knew he would enjoy this little cunt very much. He grabbed her hair in a tight fist and pulled her face up and brought the paddle down again on her other ass cheek.

The sound of the blow and the following sound of her scream of pain echoed throughout the empty office space.

Her mouth hung open and snot dripped down into her mouth. 

Robert leaned down close to her mouth and spit wetly into it, reveling in listening to the young girl coughing and trying not to swallow. Standing quickly he smacked her ass again with the paddle yelling, "Swallow cunt! You swallow my spit, my cum my anything, bitch!" 

Quickly Robert looked back to see her throat work and swallow his spit. "Now tell me what you will do you cunt!" Robert shouted angrily. 

"I ... will," Kara sobbed out the words, "swallow anything you give ... me ...s-sir."

"Good girl. Now suck this cock, and one nip, one slight tooth slip, and I will knock all your fucking teeth out! Got it?" growled Robert. 

'Y-yes, s-sir," stammered Kara.

"Good!" said Robert, suddenly shoving his thick cock into her gaping mouth and straight to the back of her throat.

Kara felt that she would never again breathe, part of her mind said that she should bite down, cut the fuckers dick off, but she could not do it, could not bring her teeth to bear. She could only hold her mouth wide as the man assaulted her violently.

She felt her hair held in the vise grip of one of the mans hands, and she felt him set his paddle down on her back as he gripped the bottom of her throat and she felt certain, felt his cock slide into her throat. 

At first she thought she would vomit and than she realized she had suppressed her gag reflex enough that she could hold back the contents of her stomach.

The mans cock pumping in and out of her mouth, fucking her face mercilessly. As he did he hurled obscenities at her continuously. 




The Meeting



'Take my cock in your throat, you fucking filthy little whore! Take all that thick cock you cock sucking slut!" the man shouted at her as she choked and coughed around his shaft. 

Kara had managed to breathe enough through her nose to make her able to survive this assault. Kara had sucked a mans cock before in her life but this humiliation was beyond her ken, and she was feeling herself falling into a deep tunnel of despair as her throat was fucked by this stranger. 

"Choke on that cock, you cum slut whore!" continued the mans abuse. Kara could feel herself becoming lightheaded and knew she wasn't getting enough air.

She thought desperately, 'I am going to die. Why did Laura send me here." Kara's oxygen starved brain recalled a fragmented picture of Laura telling her how to get to the office she was in now. Laura wore a white blouse with a cute emblem on it. 

"This address, dear," Laura said handing a piece of paper to her. 

Kara inhaled through her nose, and a man was fucking her face and strangely she felt her cunt dripping wetly onto the narrow bench. The first time she – to her unmitigated embarrassment – was aware that she was feeling the familiar feeling of excitement between her cunt lips. My clit is swollen she thought to herself disgustedly. Maybe it was just because it was rubbing across the leather bench.

"You dirty piece of fucking shit I am going to blast my load down into your stomach you cunt! Do you hear me?!" Kara heard as she fell just into the other side of unconscious again.

Laura handing her a slip of paper. Laura wearing a white blouse ... no a white coat, like a doctor...no like a make-up technician. 

Then another breath and she was back with the ten inch cock rammed down her throat. 



Robert was ready and he knew the whore would black out soon and defeat the purpose of this. If she lost consciousness she would not feel the humiliation she would feel if she felt his cum filling her tummy, he thought evilly. So he pushed deep into her throat one last time and held it there as the young woman's eyes bulged and she coughed and struggled for air. He reached around her throat and felt the bulge of his own thick shaft in her throat.

Then he pulled it out just as suddenly and watched with a mixture of lust and sadistic glee as his thick cock slid from her throat.

It glistened thickly with her mucus and saliva and a long strand led from his cock tip to her swollen bruised lips. "Oh you fucking dirty cum bucket!" cried Robert triumphantly. "You are going to swallow my cum you whore. Understand?!" Robert continued screaming as he took hold of his shaft and stroked it furiously in front of Kara's dazed face.

She struggled to raise her eyes and felt tears roll down her cheeks again as she said, "Yes s-sir, I w-will."

Robert growled in fulfillment and grabbed the girls' hair in one hand and felt his steaming load rise and erupt into her face. The first shot hitting her square in the forehead and dripping into her left eye causing her to close it. Robert pointed his cock lower and continued to best his cum into her mouth covering her tongue in white in three squirts, and then continuing on filling her mouth. "Swallow, you cunt! If you let that cum drip...out of...that slutty mouth I will smack you until you beg me to fuck that mouth again!!"

Robert watched with sublime pleasure as the degraded young girl swallowed as quickly as she could and then re-opened her mouth to keep catching his cum-shots.

He felt the last leak out and smiled as his orgasm subsided. 

He smiled because his cock remained as stiff as it was moments before his orgasm.

Robert laughed when he saw the look of despair in Kara's face upon seeing this.

"No little slut meat, it isn't over yet," he said mildly.



Kara could not believe a man could cum so much and still have an erection. 

She stared at the man's cock bobbing stiff and wet before her eyes and then looked up at his laughing face. Looking back at his cock she felt a sudden twinge between her legs at her pussy, and felt shame in the deepest recesses of her being at this response. She found that shamefully she was thinking of her boyfriend James, and how he was only good for once a night. 

She also thought about how she felt like dying for thinking these thoughts and for feeling her pussy begin to drool obscenely onto the padded bench.

She felt the man lift the paddle off her back and walk around to her rear, and then an incomprehensible pain as she heard and felt the paddle come down on her exposed cunt from behind.

Kara howled in pain but as the pain subsided she felt her cunt lips getting even more wet and she could tell that a pool of liquid was forming beneath her pussy.

"You dirty whore, you love all this don't you?" she heard the man say from behind her. "ANSWER ME!!" Another blow from the paddle to her cunt caused her to shout in reply. "YES I DO IDO!! I LIKE IT! I like it..." Kara's words faded into shamed sobs and her head dropped because she wanted more than anything in the world to be able to hide her face. 

"Indeed you do like it. I don't even need you to say it for me to know it. But oh how I love to hear you say it dear Kara." Kara felt the man's fingers sliding over her sex and she – in spite of her own disgust – moaned and felt her stomach clench and her body try to press back at the man's groping fingers.



Robert felt triumphant in a way that normal sex could never make him feel. 

Though he knew on some level that he was locked in, and thus locked out of his own needs, he could feel the elation of doing this to this girl. Doing awful things to her and hurting her and coming on her.

He could see her fascination with his still hard prick, and knew that she would never guess that his virility was a falsehood, the product of a simple but painful injection into his scrotum just before she arrived. Robert could not recall where he had gotten the compound from for the injection, and at this moment he hardly cared. He was enjoying every moment as he slid his fingers over her cunt and watched the young woman trying to push her pussy back up to him.

Robert reached down and lifted Kara's head by her long blond hair and leaned close to her to speak. "You fucking filthy whore, you are enjoying my filthy raping fingers in your twat aren't you?" he said in a low sing song voice.

The woman shook slightly and sobbed out her reply. "Y-yes sir, I d-do."

"Do you know how dirty a slut that makes you?" sad Robert as he suddenly shoved his long thick fingers into her sopping wet hole.

Kara hissed as she felt her cunt invaded. "Yes I do...!' Kara sobbed out her answer. "I'm a filthy cunt, I must be!" she continued in between coughing sobs.

Robert moved his fingers in and out of the girls' soaked cunt fucking it a bit faster every time he slid his fingers into her. He fucked her pussy harder and hard his knuckles bouncing against her flesh.

"Yes you are, you whore!" spat Robert venomously as he kept up his assault on her cunt. 

Robert pulled his fingers out of the young woman's cunt and dropped her head and walked to the nearby table.



Kara breathed heavily as she laid still, her pussy pulsing between her legs, craving more of the violation the man had been subjecting her to. 

She heard the man walk back.

Her ass cheeks were roughly spread and something was shoved unceremoniously into her asshole. Kara's anus was spread wide and something was lodged into her rectum holding her ass wide. She knew without seeing that she had had a butt-plug shoved up into her. Kara began to moan and whimper as she squirmed to try to push the plug out but quickly discovered it wasn't going anywhere.

She felt what she thought was the knife blade again at her ankle, and after a snickering sound her ankle felt free of the rope. On the other side she felt the man cut the other rope and then place the knife to her throat and the man's breathe on her ear. "Be a good girl, understood? And you won't get hurt too badly." 

Kara nodded carefully as she felt the blade close to her throat.

"I'll be good sir, please don't hurt me more. Please don't kill me," said Kara sadly in a voice filled with resignation. 

"I like to hear that dear," the man said with a smile. He removed the knife from her throat and moved to put it back on the table, and then returned to undo the cuffs at Kara's wrists. "Don't move, Kara." The man moved away again and Kara found she could not even begin to imagine moving from the bench.

When the man returned she heard a buzzing noise and then felt something cold and hard placed at her cunt's entrance, and realized it was a vibrator. 

The man's big hand pressed down on her back between her shoulder blades and the man moved the vibrator up and down her already soaked twat. Kara felt her cunt grip and tug at the invading vibrator as it slid into her and back out. The man was almost pulling it all the way out of her wet begging cunt and Kara began to whimper and moan every time it felt like he would pull it completely from her hole. 

"This is feeling good isn't it you worthless whore, isn't it?" growled the man from behind. Kara's tears stained the leather of the bench beneath her face. She raised her chin and spoke softly. "Yes ... I-It d-does," she said as her words turned to sobbing. 

"Good. I like to hear that," said the man. "I like to find dirty filthy sluts and rape them and show them the truth about their own sick needs."

Kara heard a click and the buzzing got very loud; suddenly she felt the man push the toy deep into her twat and she knew it was now on full speed. Her stomach was clenching and her cunt going into convulsions as she came and came, over and over like a bitch in heat her sex deranged mind thought.

"That's it you filthy whore, come on that toy, you cunt." 

After a few moments Kara slumped down her weight fully on the bench; her ass full of the butt plug, her cunt buzzing still from the vibrator this stranger slid from her pussy with a sickening slurping sound. 

Her mouth opened and she cried as she has as a child, as she hadn't in her adult life. She cried not because she was being violated, but rather because she now thought this horrible man was right. She had enjoyed every second of his assault.

She also sobbed because she couldn't wait for what would come next. And this she thought as she hugged the bench was the most shameful thing of all.



Robert was beside himself with lust looking at the helpless slut lying before him. He had always loved assaulting women and was so glad he had made the collaboration he had.

Robert stopped stroking his rock hard shaft and cocked his head to the side. He looked at the girl crying on the bench and down at his cock gripped in his hand.

Collaboration? Where'd that word come from, thought Robert.

Robert felt a sudden wave of lust wash over his mind and carry those thoughts away on its crest. He looked at his rock hard cock and at the young woman's cunt red and swollen as it was and wanted to fuck it hard. 

He saw the plug nestled snug and tight in the girls' asshole, and chuckled.

He reached down and pulled it free without warning causing Kara to scream and whine as her asshole was stretched and violated. Robert looked at the gaping asshole of the young woman, and leaned close and spat into it.

"Fucking dirty whore," Robert said to no one in particular.

"Oh, oh, oh, god it hurts!" Kara cried softly, only to feel Robert's hand grab her hair and pull her head up and around. 

"Open up!" shouted Robert at her, and the girls mouth opened automatically.

Robert shoved the butt plug, fresh from her asshole into Kara's mouth. 

"Suck on it you fucking slut. Clean your dirty ass filth off of my toy," Robert said sternly. He watched as Kara closed her mouth and suck softly at the plug. He reveled as he watched the expression on her face slowly change from utter revulsion to acceptance and than to contentment, as she sucked the acrid taste of her ass off the butt plug.

He lowered her head gently to the bench and turned her cheek to lie on the leather. Robert stroked her hair gently as he let go his grip on her hair. 

"Keep sucking my toy Kara, like a good girl," said Robert. He saw her nod her head and make a sound of assent; then continue to suckle the sex toy in her mouth.

Robert positioned himself behind Kara, and pressed his cock head between her pussy lips and pushed hard. His cock slid up her hole with ease and bottomed out in her tunnel. Robert gripped her hips to keep her from sliding up and away from him as he began to pound his shaft into her wet hole with a wildness that almost frightened him. 



Kara felt the man enter her and then begin to ram her as if she were nothing more than a two dollar whore. As his hard long cock raped her she began to think that maybe she was a two dollar whore after all. 

Already she had found herself eagerly sucking her own filth from this butt plug in her mouth and now she found she could not believe how incredible this man's strange cock felt in her cunt. As he fucked her harder and harder he said the most disgusting things and yet every word only caused her pussy to grow hotter and wetter.

"You fucking slut! You love every minute of this don't you? My cock fucking you, that toy stuck in your mouth. Nothing but a fucking helpless ... tramp!" The obscene words washed across her nerves as Kara's soaked cunt slurped and sucked at the cock filling her up with each thrust.

Kara felt the man grab the plug and tug at it until she opened her mouth and let him pull it out. "Tell me what you are, you fucking bitch!" the man growled down at her.

"Ah, oh god, I'm a fucking slut! Yes I am! A dirty fucking whore! God yes, fuck me!!" Kara was screaming now totally out of control as this strange man rammed her cunt, once tight, now stretched by this man's huge cock.

"YOU FUCKING TRAMP! WHAT ARE YOU!?"

"A FUCKING WHORE, A CUNT, A SLUT!! GOD FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"

The man's cock rammed her harder and harder until Kara felt that it was penetrating her belly, now penetrating her chest, now in her throat. The bench beneath her creaked and cracked and Kara worried it would split in half and she be speared on broken wood.





Robert wanted to cum inside this filthy whore so badly and was so close. He wanted to fill her with cum until it ran from her in rivulets.

"I...am...gonna...cum...in...you...so...hard!!" Robert groaned, each word coming out between thrusts of his huge cock.

"OH GOD YES!" screamed Kara. "CUM INSIDE ME PLEASE! I HAVE TO FEEL IT IN ME!!" 

Robert's thrusts became more erratic as he came closer to coming. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh god...I am going to fill that cunt, you whore!" Robert moaned as he felt his cum rise and spurt into the cunt he was buried inside.

"YES! YES! I FEEL IT IN ME!" Kara cried out as she felt the man's thick cock spam within her twat.

Robert came inside Kara, filling her box until he saw his white cum begin to leak out of her pussy around his shaft.

He squeezed her ass cheeks and then smacked first one and then the other leaving red hand prints on each one. "You dirty fucking whore, how could you like that." His words goaded her to tears again, and he loved that it had been his cruel words bringing her to tears once more.

Robert slid his still stiff cock from her snug cunt and stepped in front of her face.



Kara raised her tearful face to see this man's still unbelievably hard prick waving before her mouth. She couldn't believe her eyes. How could he still be hard? It was unnatural she thought even as she licked her lips like a wanton slut in heat.

The man said, "I know exactly what you want, you whore. Clean my cock off, tramp."

Kara slid her tongue out and caressed the stiff hard shaft before her. She tasted the heady mix of her juices and this man's cum and moaned in her throat lustily.

"You fucking whore ... that's right, clean off my cock you filthy slut," the man above her whispered. His awful words sounding so exciting in Kara's ears now, she swirled her tongue and dragged her lips over his impossibly still hard cock shaft.

"That's right you filthy whore clean that cock off, so it can get all dirty in another hole." Kara shuddered as she heard the man's contemptuous voice above her, but she captured his swollen cock head between her lips and sucked him in deeply, moaning around it as she reveled in the feeling of him shoving his shaft deeper into her mouth.

The man grasped her hair and pushed deeper until he was invading Kara's throat, and she blissfully swallowed to allow him to slide into her tight throat, like he would a wet pussy.

Somewhere inside her mind a part of Kara was screaming at her to stop, to do something to resist. But she could not, she simply continued to allow herself to submit both within and without, to her further degradation. Emotions conflicted inside her as her cunt twitched with excitement, while her ears pooled with shameful tears that slid down her cheeks as she sucked warmly and happily ... yes, she thought, happily, on this strange awful man's cock. 

The man pulled his cock from her throat, and using both hands turned her over on her back. Kara found herself staring up into the face of the man, and for the first time she saw that he was a normal looking man after all. Not exceptionally handsome, but not homely either. He was strong and muscular, but not muscle bound. 

As Kara looked into his face she was wondering why he didn't wear a mask or a disguise of some sort, when suddenly his hand closed tightly around her throat.

Kara found herself gasping and struggling for breath, and found he was not squeezing so hard that she was in pain or that she could not breathe at all. His powerful hand simply held her helpless, pinned down and barely able to take in air. He leaned close to her face and spit in her face thickly, his phlegm covering her nose and left cheek. The man's spit mixed with her tears, which now came out of her eyes steadily once more.

"Please," Kara squeaked out in a choked whisper. She saw the man smile and he spit once more into her face this time his spit splattering most of her face as it came in a spray across her features.

"Please what?" the man said mildly, as if asking her why she had stopped him on the street for directions. 

"Please don't hurt me more," Kara said in a breathless gasp, her face feeling hot and swollen. 

The man pulled her up into a sitting position with the hand still gripping her throat and slapped her face with his other hand. He hit her hard and Kara felt she would have been knocked off the bench had he not had a vise grip on her slender neck. He leaned close and whispered in her ear. "Wrong answer Kara. Now, please what?" 

"Please don't kill me." His hand smacked her again. 

"Wrong again! I can do this all night Kara! Now, please what!" the man shouted at her.

Tears coursed down her cheeks and Kara heard her mother's voice telling her that she would end up nothing but a slut when she grew up, telling her she looked like a tramp on her first day of high school. Telling her she should wear a shorter skirt if she wanted to meet a good husband when she went out on her first date. Telling her she should dress more conservatively if she wanted to be taken seriously at college. Telling her she never thought she would raise a whore when she found Kara and her college boyfriend Joe in bed together. 

"Please use me, sir." The words tumbled out of Kara's mouth and as she spoke the hand around her throat loosened bit by bit. "Please use me for your whore, because that's all I am. I'm a fucking worthless tramp!" As she spoke Kara's voice grew louder, each word growing as she poured out her self loathing into the ether. 

"I'm a dirty fucking whore! Oh god I don't deserve to be loved or be cared for only fucked!! FUCKED!!! DO YOU KNOW WHY, SIR?! BECAUSE I AM A FUCKING FILTHY CUNT-SLUT!!" Kara was shaking and shouting at the man as he positioned himself between her legs and rammed his cock back inside her wet cunt. 




The Meeting



Kara gasped. "OH YES. FUCK ME LIKE THE FUCKING CUM SLUT WHORE I AM!!" Her screams echoed in her own ears as the man pummeled her cunt once more.

Her ass slid on the leather bench as she felt the man ram his 10 inches into her over and over. She heard his cock and her cunt make obscene squelching sounds as he pounded her box faster and faster. The man's strong hands gripped her thighs and held her in place otherwise she might have been fucked right off the bench. 

Kara felt like her cunt was on fire, tremendous pain and discomfort mixed with intense visceral pleasure as the man's hard cock head poked roughly at her cervix on each thrust. Pain and pleasure both shot through her belly into her chest as the man fucked her relentlessly.

"TAKE MY COCK IN YOU, YOU FUCKING TRAMP ... TAKE MY COCK AND MY CUM!!" The man reached out one hand and punctuated each of his words by smacking Kara's tits making them burn and Kara cry out, in more pain and more pleasure as well. 

Had Kara been asked how long the man fucked her steaming and burning twat, she couldn't have said. It might have been an hour; it might have been five minutes. But suddenly she felt a warm wetness and pulsing inside her and saw the man screw up his face in a rictus, that could have been pleasure or insanity, and he screamed out his need.

"YES I'M COMING IN THAT CUNT YOU FUCKING WHORE!!" 

Kara felt the man shooting what seemed to her an impossible amount of cum into her twat. She felt her hole which had been filled to over flowing earlier was once more filled and cum ran out of her cunt and down her ass crack. It spurted out between her pussy lips around the man's thick cock, covering her cunt lips and his balls in thick semen. She felt it dripping over and then into her still gapping asshole. She felt his thick cock slide out of her pussy. 

Kara realized she lost track of how many times she had cum as this man had fucked her this last time. But she also thought, it must be over now, and looked up and saw ...

The man's cock, hard and jutting out between her legs like a flag pole, still stiff and ready.



Robert was more thrilled by this girl ... this Kara, than by any girl he had raped in the past, both now and before ... before what? His mind swayed like a tree in a hurricane, and he was back with the slut lying before him.

He found himself laughing as he saw the look of incomprehension on her face as she saw his still massive erection. 

The girl moaned now and said, "No please, no more my cunt hurts so bad." She broke down into sobs and fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.

He looked down at his slimy looking shaft and laughed again. The compound certainly worked as planned. Just a little pain from the injection and so much pleasure afterward was his reward.

Robert gripped the girls ankles tightly in each hand and pushed her legs back and toward her chest opening up her asshole which - he was pleased to note - was still gaping open from the butt plug he had used earlier. 

"Don't worry, I don't want your cunt, you fucking slut!" Robert said as he grabbed both her ankles in one hand and lined up his cock head with her asshole with the other.

"NO NOT MY ASS, PLEASE!" cried Kara in voice that told him she had never been ass-fucked before. This only made him ram his cock past her sphincter even harder than he had originally intended. Robert saw his huge purple cock head pop into her and shoved deep, sliding his slimy cum and pussy juice covered cock deep into her rectum in one thrust.

"AH ...OH GOD NO!! IT HURTS!! STOP PLEASE!!" Robert loved the sound of her begging and knew that she could never know how much it only made him want to keep fucking her ass. 

After a few moments she stopped protesting and he pushed her legs back and wide.

"Hold your fucking legs open, you cunt," he told her. Robert grunted and smiled when she hooked her hands under her knees and pulled back, opening her ass wide.

Robert reached down and began to thumb her clit as he rammed deep into her ass. Kara moaned and groaned as she felt her clit grow and harden under his finger.

"See whore? You love it don't you? You just needed to get used to it," Robert said through gritted teeth as he pounded deeply into Kara's asshole. 



Kara felt as if the man's finger was a flame as it flicked and rubbed her hard swollen clit. Each pass of his thumb or finger over her hard nub caused her to shiver and have what she could only think of as a small series of orgasms.

Her ass was stretched wider than it had ever been before. Always, in the past, she had told boyfriends not to touch her anus during sex, but now she was spread wide open by a huge invading cock like a back alley whore. Open and wanton. Filled by a hard cock, in her most private place, and loving every second.

Kara watched the man's face as he fucked her ass and spoke obscene words to her.

"You dirty slut, you really are loving this so much aren't you? Just like the fucking cunt you are in your heart, you bitch!" The man said these things without missing a thrust of his huge shaft into her bruised ass. 

Kara locked eyes with the man ... Robert ... yes she felt certain this was his name, and yet she couldn't begin to think why she knew this to be true.

A wave of pleasure washed over her and her face flushed deep red as she began to quiver and cum once more, her back arching high of the bench forcing Robert's thick shaft deep inside her asshole.

"Oh god I'm coming, I'm coming!!" cried Kara. "I am such a whore, oh yes! Fuck my whore ass!! DO IT!!" 

Robert thrust over and over until he saw Kara cum over and over completing her humiliation ... well not completing it yet, thought Robert as he pulled his cock from his victims' asshole with a jerk.

Kara felt the man – Robert – grab her hair and pull her to the floor. 

Her ass thudded hard on the un-carpeted floor, and her knees scraped painfully blood splattering from her skinned knees as Robert pulled her forward and up to her knees with one hand and jerked his cock hard with his other.

He held his huge erection over her face and spit in her face three times covering her face in spittle, which mixed with his own dried spit from before and her dried tears as well. As his hand twisted in her hair painfully and he jerked his cock in her face fresh tears dripped from her eyes.

Kara saw Robert's first spurt jet out and cover her chin. She however closed her eyes as others covered her face entirely from forehead to neck.

Robert watched as his thick semen came and came until the filthy slut at his feet was almost unrecognizable from the sexy but proper girl who had walked in the office earlier in the day. Thick white cum covered her features, and as he stepped back he pushed her away from him and saw her fall back onto the cold floor, beginning to sob once more, as she had on and off throughout his assault. 

Kara crawled back and leaned against the bench, and sat up. Her ass felt frozen by the cold concrete floor, and she thought of how much she felt like a filthy slut as she reached up and scooped cum from her face ... and sucked it from her fingers hungrily.



As Kara finished cleaning her face of the man's cum, she looked up at him and saw that at last his cock was softening. It was almost completely flaccid she noted, and thought that now he would kill her for sure.

She almost didn't care. She certainly wouldn't put up any fight. Her mother would say that a worthless rape loving tramp like her didn't deserve to live anyway. And at that moment, thinking about her extreme indifference to whether she lived or died, she glanced back at the window – the one she had beaten on so long ago. Maybe hours, or for all she knew at this point, days ago. She looked out at the building across from this one. She thought of how she had tried to get the attention of that man in that office across the way. That man who had looked at her and simply turned away as if she was a worthless insect. She looked out at that building, and did not see it. 

It was gone Kara saw, gone as if an alien mother ship had lifted it into the air. The city stretched on unconcerned where it had been.

And then she heard a beeping sound coming from the table near the bench she leaned on.



Robert swayed and watched his lovely victim cleaning her pretty face of his cum, and thought about the knife on the table and how he would have to use it now that his cock was beginning to go back to normal as the injection wore off. 

Then the beeping sound came through his thoughts. The tone – coming from the table to the side – ripped through his brain and for a moment he felt paralyzed. 

In that moment of paralysis he felt his emotions flood over him and disappear as if over the horizon of his mind. Each went through him, flooding him with: fear; anger; lust; love; happiness; hopelessness; sadness. 

He felt strangled by his how emotions and he fought to quell them, only to be overwhelmed by a sadness so great it made him wish he could die on the spot.

Then suddenly ... calmness; his body began to move, but he wasn't moving it. 

Robert felt as if he was watching a film, merely a spectator inside his own body, as he turned and walked to the table and saw the small device beeping out it sonic instructions. Not sonic Robert realized with a start, something much subtler than that. But the cue was the sound. He lifted the device like a robot following his programming and depressed a tiny button and the beeping stopped at once. But then, still following his silent programming he picked up an even odder looking thing. 

It looked like an ice pick except the handle was a glistening winking plastic covered in something that almost seemed to move under his hand. 

He turned back to Kara and quickly walked to her and grabbed her by her long hair and pulled her until she was kneeling and then pushed her over until she was bent with the back of her neck exposed.

Kara was filled with fear, suddenly not wanting to die as she saw the man lift the thing which looked like an ice pick and bring it to the back of her head.

"NO, NO, NO!! PLEASE, DON'T!" Kara struggled but Robert's strong hand held her face to the floor as he found the exposed place at the base of her skull that her long hair fell away from, and slid the long probe of the thing, which was most certainly not an ice pick, into the aperture at the back of her skull.



Robert thumbed the small button and the network probe glowed, and Kara stopped struggling. She slumped, and her muscles went slack. But she then began to moan and cry; low in the back of her throat.

The probe winked blue then red. Safe to remove, Robert thought as he watched his body perform this task.

He pulled it from the girl, and stood and reached around his own head and easily slid it into his own hidden aperture. 

Suddenly he knew just how long to leave it inserted—

Kara was moaning and saw it all flood back.

Her life a series of flashes as it came to her. 

Her father's abuse, her mother's blame.

Her failed relationships with men who could not or would not give her what she craved to make her happy.

Her nights spent on the web looking for just what she wanted, and finding it, find it was never right. Because she always knew the man was around that next corner.

Then she heard from a friend about Salacus Dream Lives. They promise that all you want can be yours she hears. 

Money changes hands. Tests are made, her info port probed. A new pattern of life mapped for her; a fiction she will believe as she would reality.

Laura's cute blouse, actually her lab coat, she hands Kara not a paper with an address, but a receipt, for services ordered. The cute emblem is the symbol of Dream Lives, a rainbow and pattern of stars with a Unicorn below; so sweet and safe and child like in look and design. 

Laura's words this very morning: "After I insert the programmer probe into your port, it will bypass the usual avenue of brain entry, it will activate the nano-doers I have implanted last week in your brain, and those will bypass the normal brain circuits and your normal brain functions will be on...well...pause, for lack of a simpler explanation.

"Then quite simply, until you are have the deactivation code downloaded into your auxiliary brain, you will have a new life and memories; to a small extent at least, because the auto-docs have left certain ones intact. 

"And of course, after deactivation, you will remember the experience quite vividly. I hope you understand this."

Kara nodding her head, and moments later the activation probe going in and then—

Sitting on the subway thinking about the modeling agency appointment her friend Laura made for her.

The weight of these and many other memories paralyzed Kara as she sat naked on the cold floor. 

She turned and looked at the man – Robert, standing nearby breathing heavily as he pulled a probe from his own head. She remembered how she knew his name.

Laura: "We are giving you one of our most skilled Dream People."

Kara: "You know I know it sounds stupid, but what is his name?"

Laura considering, and then answering: "Couldn't hurt, I suppose. It's Robert."

Kara began to cry once more looking at this stranger she was now linked to. She couldn't take her eyes from him. 

"I didn't just want it to happen, I made it happen," she croaked into the quiet room. "Oh god in heaven, why would I do this, why?"



Five seconds – that's how long he left it in and much like Kara, Robert also knew his place in the world.

The dead end job he labored at for his family's sake.

Being fired and listening as his wife told him she was leaving him. 

The days, turning into lonely months in his small rundown apartment alone, and then the slight pain in his stomach growing until he had to go to a doctor.

The auto-doc telling him he had cancer, the kind they don't cure if you wait the amount of time to see a doctor he did. His death sentence complete, unless you can afford Re-Birth. 

He cannot. 

A pretty young woman named Laura Salacus at his door; he can barely answer it at that point. Her offer is simple. Re-Birth with servitude to her company. 

Salacus Dream Lives. 

"What do you do?" he asked.

"Make dreams come true," she answered.

His yes is immediate, and then a thousand tests and then Re-Birth treatment. 

He awakened.

"So what now?" he asked. He is probed more and the auto-docs tell him what he is perfect for as a Dream Person.

A rapist he asked incredulous. "I could never do that," he said.

"But you can and our memory implants will make it easier on you. Trust me." Laura took his hand as she said those words, and he thought, perhaps it was true.

When he is off the job he lives a life of incredible pleasure.

But today he is on the job.



The crying girl on the floor said, "I didn't just want it to happen, I made it happen. Oh god in heaven, why would I do this, why?"

He frowned and felt his heart go out to her, but said what he knew to be true. "You wanted it to be real, Kara, not just a fantasy."

He turned and walked from the room, to find his clothes, and called out over his shoulder, "You will find something to wear home in the closet by the front door. Have a safe trip home Kara."



Fifteen minutes later Robert rode the elevator down to the first floor, and checked his watch to see he still had time to meet Laura for dinner at their usual place. 

He reached over and pressed the stop button and stood in the elevator and wept for ten minutes; as he had hundreds of over times, and would hundreds more.

Robert eventually collected himself and pressed the resume button and exited the elevator at the ground floor, and walked from the cool of the air conditioned building into the hot summer night of the city.



The Meeting



She had never felt like this before. What was wrong with her? Ellianna thought about all of this as she paced back and forth behind the register at the clothing store. She had been working at the same men's clothing store for over 3 years and never in all her time there had she wanted a customer like she wanted him. Sure, she thought about taking men into the storage room and having her way with them but that were just fantasy. This was different. Just looking at this man made her wet. He was the kind of man who knew what he had how he looked and knew how to use all of it against women. He was dressed in full white. The sharp contrast made his skin look a midnight black. Ellianna pictured that startling color on his entire body. She could tell from the way that the suit fit that he had a toned chest and flat stomach. She suddenly had an image of her kissing her way down that chest, starting at his neck making sure to kiss both nipples then down that flat stomach to..... She had to get that out of her mind. She went into the back room to grab order forms and to clear her head. When she came out of the back room she saw that he was waiting at the counter. Ellianna looked around hoping the other cashier was around. Seeing that she was not Ellianna went to help the man herself. 

"Hi my name is Ellianna, is there something that I can help you with?" she put her number into the register and looked up at the customer. She was met with the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. She felt herself fall onto those eyes.

"Ellianna?" she shook her head. What was she doing? She broke eye contact to see that he had put a suit set on the counter. She felt a blush creep up her face.

"I'm so sorry. Would you like me to ring that up for you?" what has gotten into her today? She had never spaced out like that. She looked up again this time avoiding his eyes and saw that he was smiling. She was dazzled.

"No I need to know whether this came in a darker color and if you had any in stock. I'm sorry for prying but are you okay? You look a little flushed." the smile fell off his face and he looked at Ellianna with real concern. She looked at the counter so that she wouldn't look in his eyes. He knew that he had a strong affect on women and even some men but never had he seen someone react this way. He could tell from her composure that she was wet and just that was enough for his beast to come to the surface. He turned from the counter so that she couldn't see his inner battle. 

Ellianna didn't know if she had said something or what but she suddenly felt him tense and when she lifted her head he had turned from her. She wanted to go to him but curbed the reflex. She didn't even know this man. Why was she so in-tune to his feelings? She had to get away from him. As she looked up the suit in the computer the other employee came out of the back room fixing her hair and dress. Ellianna made a note to talk to her about having sex with the stock men at work. What she did on her own time wasn't any of Ellianna's business but she would not let her do that here. She found the information as she was thinking. 

"I'm very sorry but it seems that although we do indeed sell a darker shade of that suit we don't have any in stock right now. Would you like me to call and notify you when we get it in?" the man seemed to think about it for a moment before answering.

"no thank you. i will be in soon enough. just put it on hold for me." he turned to walk out the door. Ellianna had to yell to get him to turn back around.

"i need your name. Please."

"my name is ale- Aron. My name is Aron." 

"OK Aron I should be calling in 2 to 3 days. Thank you for coming in and you have a nice day." she felt like such an idiot as he walked out the door. Christina came over and started make excuses to why it took her so long in the back room. Ellianna wasn't in the mood for her shit today. 

She told the other employee not to do it again and went to file the forms she had grabbed earlier. As she walked into the store room Ellianna turned and locked the door behind her and thinking that she was just very horny began to finger herself. She slipped her hand under her skirt and past the lace of her thong to her pussy. As she began to play with her clit the door behind her opened. She froze. Oh god what if it's my boss? Ellianna pulled her hand away from her pussy instantly missing the heat of it and turned to face her intruder. It was the man that was in the store earlier. She was stuck. She couldn't leave. He was between her and the door and if she got anywhere near him she was going to jump him right then and there. What was wrong with her? They just stared at each other and then it occurred to her that he wasn't suppose to be here. 

"I am sorry sir but you can't be back here" he smiled then. He looked at her wet hand and then at her pussy. 

"I am sorry but I thought you invited me." he walked over to Ellianna then and kissed her deeply. She automatically slid her arms around his neck. She tried to get her body to pull away but soon she didn't care. Ellianna melted into him just like he knew she would. the one thing that he didn't expect was that he couldn't let her go. His other self called to him. He had to release her but couldn't make his arms move. His beast cried for her just as his body did. He closed them both out and pulled his ams to his side. When he finally pulled back she could barely breathe. "but if want me to leave I will." With that he turned and walked out. Ellianna didn't know what to do. Her lips still burned from the heat of his kiss. No one had ever kissed her like that. It was like he wanted to eat her soul. Ellianna went through the rest of her shift thinking about her mystery man, of their kiss and of the dark hunger she saw in his black eyes.

As she got into her car to go home she tried to think of anything else to keep her mind straight but by the time she was home she had seeped through her panties. She was so hot and wet that she didn't even bother to get her toy out of the nightstand next to her bed and just fingered herself. Like in the storage room all her thoughts where centered on the man from the store. She rubbed her clit furiously she felt her orgasm building and worked herself harder. She forced three fingers into her hole and as her vision blurred she saw her mystery man standing in her door way. She tried to stop herself but it was too late. She came right in front of her mystery man. When she was finished she collapsed back onto her bad and looked up to see what the man had thought but there was no one there. Too tired to wonder any more about it Ellianna drifted off to sleep. 

She was having the best dream ever. Her mystery man was leaning over her kissing her neck and shoulders. She felt him nip at her neck and a gasp came out of her mouth. He kissed his way down to her breasts. He blew on the left nipple until it was erect then slowly took it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it. Ellianna moaned in pleasure. It felt so good. Replacing his mouth with his hand he moved his attention to the right nipple. Ellianna slipped her hands into his coarse black hair, and arched her back to give him better access. Satisfied with that he kissed his way down her stomach. She felt her womb clench as he got closer to her. She could almost feel his breath on her and then he was gone. She woke up trembling from her dream. There had to be something wrong with her. She looked over at the time. Shit she was going to be late. 

...

Alex fell against the side of the building. He couldn't believe how close he had come to taking that poor girl's soul. Even now standing in the cold he had to struggle with his beast. He had never had this problem. Sure he had taken peoples souls before but it had always been bad people and he was always in control. It was different with Ellianna. His beast became stronger when she was around. Alex took a deep breath and forced it out slowly. He knew he was better than this. He had been alive for close to 500 years. He would control himself. Behind Alex something stirred. He had to feed and then he had to go home.



The Meeting



Sonia needed to rush into the conference room. She couldn't believe how late she was going to be. She was supposed to be doing some consulting for a major corporation today. She had stayed up late the night before preparing for it. Pages and pages of charts and spreadsheets were all over her tiny apartment. She was finally ready. She grabbed the handle for the door and rushed into her meeting.

She entered the room and instantly felt four sets of eyes on her. She slowly and nervously walked to the head of the room.

"Sorry I'm late. I guess I'll get started right away." Sonia put her briefcase down and was about to open it when one of the members address her.

"Miss Smith, here at BlackHawk we pride ourselves on our punctuality. We have paid major dollars for your services today and we will be getting our money worth." This was Joe Black, the head of the company.

Sonia was looking him in the eye now. He was very hot with short blond hair and blue eyes. He looked as though he has a hard body underneath the blue pin stripe suit he was wearing. Next to him was Monica Riley. A tall red headed woman who looked like she could control a room with just a look. A very hot smoldering look. On the other side of the table were the other two partners. Brad Hawk was opposite his friend Joe. Dark hair, and eyes. His hands were folded neatly on the table but looked very strong and commanding. Rounding off the table was Emma Sloan. Emma was a small woman with pixie like features. It still didn't stop Sonia from looking over her pert tits.

"Yes of course you will be Mr. Black. I have put together a presentation that I think will make you all very happy. I have been able to configure..."

"Before you go on any further Ms. Smith, take off your clothes."

"Pardon me, Mr. Black, you want me to what?" Sonia was stunned. She had never been in this situation before.

"Yes, you heard correctly Sonia. Take off your clothes. You don't have a problem with that do you?" Emma piped up.

"I have never been asked that before but I don't think that it is really necessary."

Joe got up from his seat and stood in front of Sonia.

"Sonia, you were late for this very important meeting and now you are holding up the rest of our schedules. You will get undressed now to make up for it or you will no longer have a job. Do I make myself clear?"

Sonia just stared at Joe standing in front of her. She was scared yet at the same time very aroused. Her trembling hands went to the top button of her crisp white blouse and started to slowly unbutton it. 

"That's better, keep going" Joe sat down again, eagerly watching.

Sonia continued unbuttoning her blouse watching the members of the group. All eyes were on her. When the last button was undone she slipped out of it and let it drop to the floor. She reached behind her and undid the button and zipper of her tight black pencil skirt.

"Turn around, bend over and then slide your skirt over your nice ass." Monica was standing up at her seat looking at Sonia with hungry eyes. Sonia turned around slowly hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her skirt and bent over. She began taking her skirt off.

"Wait a minute." Sonia stopped with the band halfway down her ass. You could barely see her white lace thong. Monica walked over to where Sonia was bent over and grabbed onto the waist band of Sonia's skirt and yanked it down.

"What a nice ass. " Monica rubbed her hand over Sonia's ass a couple of times before raising it and bringing it down in a loud smack.

"Ouch" Sonia stood up and faced Monica "What was that for?"

"See, now you know to listen when we tell you something. Now let me take a good look at you." Monica placed Sonia in front of the others, her white satin and lace bra holding in her wonderfully rounded tits, her nipples were beginning to get hard at the prospect of what was going to happen. Even her white satin lace thong was beginning to get very wet. Monica had went & sat down again. Brad moved his chair out from the desk. Sonia could see the glorious bulge in the front of his pants.

"Keep going, Sonia. Take off your bra and panties. You can leave your stocking and heels on."

"NO! I am going to stop now. I will do the presentation like this but that's it. I'm not getting undressed any further." Sonia folded her arms in front of her and stood in defiance. She was sure she was going to get away with it until Joe was back standing in front of her.

"You don't seem to be a team player at all. We don't like that here at BlackHawk Sonia. Now you will either learn how to listen or you'll be shown how to listen." Joe informed Sonia with a sly smile. Sonia wasn't going to back down. She didn't know what was in store for her but she wasn't going to get undressed any further

"I am not taking anything else off." Sonia said standing her ground.

"Well if that is how you want it then." Joe reached up and grabbed the back of Sonia's neck and forced her to her knees. He then unzipped his pants, reached in and took out his cock.

"Now what I want you to do Ms. Smith is to take my cock in your mouth and suck it good. I know you want to." Joe thrust his cock in Sonia's face. She turned her head to the side...

"Emma, I think Sonia needs some help here. Do you mind giving her a hand?" Emma quickly got out of her chair. Emma took Joe's cock in her hand and started stroking him. He moaned slightly. 

"Open your mouth," Emma was pulling Joe closer to Sonia's mouth. Sonia wouldn't open her mouth at all.

"No!" Sonia was enjoying the attention and the view but there was no way that she was going to suck the bosses cock.

"Oh yes you will" Emma smacked he head of Joe's cock over Sonia's lips. "Open your mouth, you want it...come on, you'll love Joe's cock, take it now." Sonia still wouldn't move so Emma reached down and pinched one of Sonia's nipples. When Sonia yelled out Emma rammed Joe's cock in Sonia's mouth.

"That's it now take it all." Emma held the back of Sonia's head and thrust Joe's cock in and out of her mouth. Joe then took over and grabbed Sonia's head and fucked her mouth. 

Emma moved in behind Sonia and took off her bra and grabbed her tits and started playing with them. She was pinching her nipples in between her fingers, rolling them, making them hard. Sonia was getting really wet. She had never been touched by a woman before, let alone have a cock in her mouth while a woman was playing with her tits. Now Emma was pulling on her nipples. She had come around to the side of her and had taken one in her mouth. Emma flicked her tongue over Sonia's erect nipple and was very impressed to hear Sonia's sharp intake of breathe. 

Sonia was enjoying having Joe's cock in her mouth. It tasted so good and was nice and thick. She was playing with the head of his cock now, nibbling around the head and then taking it all in her mouth. Up and down she was licking his shaft.

"Now you're being a good girl" Joe said smoothing back Sonia's hair.

Monica got up and kneed down on the other side of Emma and took Sonia's other nipple into her mouth. Now Sonia had two women on her tits.

"Ladies why don't we get Ms. Smith on the table so we can all share"

"Sounds good Joe," Monica said getting up. Joe took his cock out of Sonia's mouth and before she could say anything Emma's mouth was on hers. She had never been kissed by another woman and it was great. Her lips were very soft and her probing tongue was strong as it pushed its way into Sonia's mouth. Their tongues brushed against each others, deeper Emma's tongue went. Sonia started sucking on it, Emma tasted great.

"Break it up you two. Now stand up Ms. Smith." Sonia stood up and faced Monica. Now it was Monica that embraced Sonia. Monica's lips were hungrier more aggressive. Sonia opened her mouth to welcome Monica's tongue. They kissed deeply while Monica's hands squeezed Sonia's tits. Her hands reached down to the front of her thong and found Sonia very wet. She released the kiss and helped Sonia out of her panties. Cupping Sonia's very shaved very smooth pussy Monica could now feel how wet Sonia was.

"Someone's having a good time." Monica let her finger graze over her opening then raised her finger to her mouth."Mmm, tasty."

"Well then, let's get her up on the table" Joe took her by the hand and led her to the table. "Get up on here and lay on your back"

By this time everyone else in the room was undressed. Sonia was lying on the conference table, her tits exposed and her pussy open for everyone to see. Brad was the first one to move. He kneed on the table and crawled over to Sonia's mouth. He placed his cock right above her lips and told her to start sucking. Sonia was amazed at the size of his cock. It was at least 8 inches long and 2 ½ inches thick. She stuck her tongue out and licked the head like a lollipop, long hard licks all over the head and up and down the shaft.

"Oh yes baby that's it, lick my cock. Now take it all." Sonia didn't waste any time in impaling her mouth on his cock, her mouth was full. She kept going up and down not stopping. Brad's hips started bucking wildly fucking Sonia's mouth. All of a sudden Sonia felt a mouth on her pussy. She looked up and was amazed to see Monica between her legs lapping at her pussy. Never in her wildest dreams did Sonia ever think she would be in this position. Monica's mouth was sucking on each of Sonia's pussy lips one at a time. She inserted two fingers into Sonia's wet hole and started pumping away. Monica and Emma looked at each other and started kissing.

"Mmm, she does taste yummy" Emma said after releasing the kiss with Monica. While Monica continued to pound Sonia's pussy with three fingers now, Emma bent down and sucked eagerly on Sonia's clit. Sonia couldn't help but let out a deep moan.

"Oh fuck yeah, please don't stop"

Joe was looking over the scene in front of him. His cock standing straight out, he was stroking it good and hard. Monica turned around and seen that he was ready for some pussy and moved out of the way. Joe moved in between Sonia's legs and Monica guided his cock into her. With one quick thrust Joe buries his cock into her. Sonia's hips raised high to meet him. His cock made her pussy feel very full. There was so much going on. Sonia had a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy and Emma was still sucking her clit. She was going to cum at any minute.

"That's right baby, suck my cock let me fuck your face with it." Brad continued to fuck Sonia's face. Monica sat down near him so he could start playing with her pussy. Brad wasted no time in putting two fingers into Monica's hole. He was working her clit with his thumb making her moan good and loud. Sonia started sucking his cock harder and faster bringing him very close to he end. He took his cock out of her mouth. He flipped Monica over so that she was on all fours and started licking her ass.

"Oh Brad. Lick my ass"

"Fuck yeah baby. I'm going to give you more than my tongue" He put his index finger in her ass "Oh yeah, that's it, fuck my ass. I want your cock in my ass."

"Take it babe, it's yours." Brad put his massive cock in Monica's ass. Taking his time at first and then once he was in all the way started to rock back and forth, letting his cock slide in and out. With Monica and Brad now fucking and Joe fucking Sonia, Emma decided that she was going to see how far she could push Sonia. She stopped sucking her clit and straddled Sonia's face.

"Now you can suck my clit and fuck my pussy with your tongue." Emma started grinding her pussy against Sonia's mouth.

"I have never done that to a woman." Sonia was trying to move her head away 

"Well now you can. Now eat me and don't miss anywhere."

Sonia knew she wasn't going to get away from this. She opened her eyes and looked at Emma's pussy. It was very nice with a small blond patch just about her clit.

Sonia had been curious before about what a woman tasted like. She gingerly put her tongue on Emma's pussy lips and started licking up and down her pussy lips.

"That's it lick my pussy." Sonia liked what she tasted so far. She still loved the taste and feel of cock but she was loving the taste and feel of Emma's pussy. Emma reached down and pulled her lips apart giving Sonia a good chance to stick her tongue into her pussy hole. She wasted no time darting her tongue in and out of her pussy. She was fucking Emma with her tongue now and Emma was riding her face, grinding her pussy into her mouth. Sonia reached out and took Emma's clit into her mouth and nibbled on it sending shivers through Emma. Sonia licked that wonderful bud before sucking it deep into her mouth.

"Oh fuck yes, I'm cumming..." Emma yelled spraying her hot pussy juice all over Sonia's face. Sonia drank as much as she could, trying to lap it all up. She licked Emma's pussy until her orgasms stopped. Emma moved off of Sonia's face and started to kiss her openly letting their tongues dance and taste each other.

At the sight of that Joe started pumping harder and faster, ramming his cock into Sonia. 

"Oh fuck yeah, you two are hot." Sonia and Emma looked over at Joe just as he came all over 

Sonia's tits. They rubbed Joe's cum into Sonia's tits and licked it off their fingers and Emma licked it off Sonia's nipples.

"Where would you like me to cum?" Brad asked Monica.

"Cum on her tits," Monica replied in between kissing Emma. Brad came all over Sonia's tits. "Fuck yeah, that's so hot."

Monica and Emma continued to lick the cum off of Sonia's tits as Sonia cleaned up Brad and Joe by licking the last bits of cum off their cocks. Once everyone was cleaned up and dressed Sonia was once more at the head of the conference table.

"Well I guess I will get to the presentation now."

"Actually Ms. Smith, that won't be necessary. We are behind in our schedule now. Maybe we can reschedule a more suitable time so that we can explore all the possibilities of you coming to work for BlackHawk."

With that the four stood up and left Sonia staring at their backs wondering if what just happened was real.



The Meeting



The hotel clerk watched her from behind the desk, the middle aged woman seated quietly on the couch in the lobby. She was obviously waiting for someone. His eyes swept over her again, taking in her figure in the elegant red dress, hair falling softly over her bare shoulders, a simple strand of pearls nestled around her neck, her face subtly made up, sweeping down to the legs beneath it ending in those marvelous black heels. Her long fingers rested on her lap, tapered fingers polished a nice dark red. He glanced at her feet again, not surprised when he saw the little glints of red on her toes. 

His cock was making its presence felt as his thoughts turned to what it would be like to feel her beneath him, those luscious breasts moving against his chest as he drove himself into her. He could almost feel the softness of her lips....and the wetness of her pussy. 

But as he continued to watch her, he noticed the little things...her foot jiggling at times, her fingers twitching. She's nervous, he thought. Boy, would he like to calm those nerves, perhaps with a nice glass of wine, some soft music...and then...

"Are you ever going to check me in???" the guest asked at the desk. Jolted back to reality, the clerk carefully tucked away the image of the woman, keeping them on reserve for later.

And Serissa was nervous. 'What if he doesn't like me?' she was thinking. 'What if we just don't hit it off?'

'Oh hush, Seri,' she told herself, 'you have been waiting for this moment for months.' 

She looked up every time someone entered the hotel. People in suits coming and going for business, families coming through on vacation, the bellhops carrying bags. Occasionally someone would smile at her and she would smile back. 'Boy, I hope I recognize him,' she said to herself.

Then the world stopped as Sam walked in. She watched him cross the lobby toward the desk, willing him to see her, wanting him to keep on going. He stopped and turned, just as she stood up, their eyes locking. Someplace in the middle they met, her hands moving to his face, just touching, checking to make sure he was real. 

"Is that you sweetness?" she breathed.

"Hey baby girl," he said. "It's me. You made it."

"I wouldn't have missed this...we've waited too long."

They stood silently, just looking at each other. Then they both kind of chuckled. "I don't know what to say," she said. "I can't believe we're really here together."

"Well, let's check in...I'm sure we'll think of something," Sam said. "We always seem to have plenty to say. Where is your bag?"

"Oh, the bellhop has it. And yes, let's check in."

Sam walked over to the desk to register, while Seri stood back and watched. Sexy buns, she would tease him, and she was glad to see that she was right. 

Sam came back with the key and her bag in hand. "Ready, hun?"

"Always."

They rode up in the elevator quietly. Then both started talking at once.

"How was your trip?"

"I see you found it ok..."

They stopped, once again silent. Seri laughed a bit again. 

"As long as we've been chatting online, you'd think we could fill the silence." Sam grinned back. "But then, talking isn't exactly what I have in mind," he said. 

Seri smiled back. "Hmmmm, you mean you were looking for this instead?"

She leaned over to him, looking into his eyes, her lips parting slightly as they softly touched his, her tongue gently reaching for his. Sam grabbed her hard then, his kiss devouring her as she clung to him. 

"Oh yes, baby...that is exactly what I was looking for!"

"Hmmmm. Thought you might like that."

The elevator dinged as the door opened. "Our floor," Sam said as he grabbed the bags. Seri headed out the door, knowing he was watching her as she walked in front of him. "Oh, most definitely," she said.

She waited for Sam to open the door, and then walked inside to turn on the lights. "Oh baby, they brought champagne! Want some?" She went over to the desk to pour some. 

"Only if it's on you," Sam answered back. 

Seri chuckled again. "Later hun...at least try to act civilized for a moment." Damn, she thought, I am nervous; it's been way too long.

Sam walked over to her and took the glasses, setting them on the desk. "I have waited too long for this baby...I want you...now." He brought his hand up to her face. "All those afternoons waiting to talk to you, all those evenings chatting, all those nights dreaming I was with you. No more waiting."

He moved toward her, gathering her in his arms his lips covering hers, gently at first, then harder as hunger took over for both of them. She could feel the hardness of his cock swelling through his pants, her own nipples responding to the passion she felt. "I want you Sam. Please?"

"Oh, me too, baby."

His hands reached behind her as his kiss got deeper, pulling down the zipper of her dress. Her hands had their own business to take care of as she unfastened his pants, giving his cock even more room. "Mmmmm," he groaned as his tongue continued to ravish hers. 

Her dress fell to the floor, his pants quickly following. Sam stopped and pulled back, enjoying the sight of her. His eyes took in the dark blue bra, highlighting her breasts. Her tummy may not have been flat as it once had been, but was still slender and smooth to the touch. Her matching panties fit snuggly along her hips, highlighting her silhouette. Her stockings were silky, with her feet held so elegantly in her black heels.

"Oh baby, you are as sexy as I always pictured," he whispered. 

"Thanks babe...I was hoping you'd think that."

More gently this time he gathered her in his arms and started kissing her again, his hands holding her close. But the hunger soon overtook them again as he unhooked her bra, as she unbuttoned his shirt, as clothes were left scattered on the floor. 

"Please, Sam, I don't want to wait any longer," Seri said.

"With pleasure."

Sam laid her on the bed, his cock brushing against her, hard and throbbing. His hands moved down to her breast, playing with her nipples until they were perky and begging for more. He continued to kiss her deep and hard, enjoying exploring her mouth, savoring the taste of her. 

His hands moved down her stomach, reaching between her legs. He could feel her stomach quiver as she moaned, arching her back, asking for more. He chuckled a little. 

"Is this what you want" he asked as his fingers glided along her clit, moving inside her just a little. 

"Oh yes, baby, please?" she said. 

Sam took a breast in his mouth, sucking as his tongue swirled along her nipple. His fingers started moving faster along her clit, her wetness begging for more. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned as he moved faster, her breath catching as he teased her faster and harder, his tongue mimicking his fingers. 

"Oh god," she breathed, "don't stop now..."

He trailed kisses long her stomach, then Seri felt his tongue moving along her clit, licking slowing along her neatly trimmed pussy, finding each exquisite spot of torture. Her hands grabbing for the headboard, she wrapped her legs around Sam, pulling him in tighter, as his tongue continue to work magic against her, his fingers now reaching deep inside her, hunting for her G-spot. Seri's moans grew louder as his tongue and fingers moved faster, until she could stand it no more, her back arching, her breath catching as waves of pleasure rolled through her, as Sam lapped up every drop of moisture she offered him.

"Oh my god baby, you taste so good," Sam said as he trailed kisses back up her stomach, stopping for a few moments at her breasts, only to kiss her again. 

"Mmmm," she said," I love the taste of me on you."

She could feel Sam's cock against her, harder and thicker than before. She reached down and wrapped her hands around it, smiling as a shudder ran through him. "But now I think it's your turn, sweetness," she said.

Seri rolled Sam over on his back, kissing him long and deep, her hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking it slightly. She could feel his balls tightening, and that little drop of pre-cum wetting the tip of him, his breath catching as she moved her finger around the hole of the tip, spreading his wetness around.

Seri quickly straddled him, guiding him deep inside her, gripping him tight as she lowered herself until the full length of him was buried. She could feel him pulsing inside her, and watched as his eyes closed and his lips parted. "You like this?" she asked. Sam nodded. She reached over, her fingers rubbing along his nipples, now hard and perky. His breath caught and she felt him thicken inside her. 

Seri started to move along the length of him, slowly at first, up the shaft of his cock until just the tip was left inside her own hot wetness, then easing back down. He picked up the rhythm, raising his hips to meet her as she moved, slowly at first, then faster as the feelings washed over them. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of him buried deep, then realized that he was watching her ride him, his hands once again reaching for her breasts and playing with her nipples. Their eyes locked as they moved faster. 

Suddenly Seri stopped, with him nestled firmly inside her. "Be still baby," she said. "Just let me feel you inside me." Sam started to move. "Uh-uh, hun...stop...don't move," she warned. Sam stopped, feeling his cock begin to throb inside her, harder, the tension building. She was smiling at him as she felt him start to squirm, until he didn't think he'd last much longer. Then she started riding him again, moving up and down the length of him, her fingers tweaking his nipples, until she knew he was ready to cum at any moment.

Sam flipped her over so he was on top now, fucking her hard and deep, his balls slapping against her until she was ready to cum again. "No more teasing baby," he whispered, moving deeper inside her as he filled her with cum, his juices shooting inside her, his cock spilling every last drop as she gripped him tight, feeling his orgasm running through him and into her as her own exploded.

Sam lay there, cushioned against her, feeling her arms around him, her breasts nestled against his chest. Seri could still feel his cock throbbing quietly inside her, content to just listen to him breath against her, to feel their wetness mingling between her legs. His fingers played with her hair, his breath against her shoulder where his head rested.

"Hi Sam, I'm Seri," she said to him, laughing quietly. "It's good to finally meet you...I have missed you."

"Oh me too, babe. Now, how would you like to spend the next two days?"

"Oh, I'm sure we could think of something," she said, as her fingers gently brushed along his back. "In fact, I'm positive we can keep ourselves occupied," she added as she felt his cock once again start to stir.



The Meeting



Time had been passing slowly, but now it seemed I had only a short while to wait until I met Annie and Suzie. While taking a shower, I thought about what had taken place earlier during our webcam meeting, and I still had trouble believing it had actually happened! How many times do two young bisexual girls instantly fall head over heels for a 57-year old man? And even if they do, how likely is it that they'll put on a show for him and tell him what they want him to do to them when they meet in person? That doesn't even happen in porn! (Well, maybe it does happen, but I haven't seen that one.)

Once out of the shower, I wondered if I should shave my cock and balls, or just go as I was. I opted for the shave. I also shaved around my goatee and moustache, dried my hair and then moved on to deciding what to wear. This could be tricky. I didn't want to appear too eager, but I didn't want to wear something that would be difficult to get out of. Boxers or briefs? Or nothing underneath? Tight pants or comfy ones? Button up the front shirt or pull over? I decided on comfy jeans with boxers, a button down oxford cloth shirt, dark socks and loafers. I removed all but one credit card from my wallet and carried what cash I thought I could stand to lose. Just to be on the safe side, I packed a few condoms. That didn't work out well with Annie's comment that Suzie wanted to be filled with cum, but just in case their STD reports weren't on the up-and-up, I wanted to be prepared.

As luck would have it, their condo was only a few miles away from my house. It would only take about 10 minutes to get there, but I was ready ahead of time and decided to leave early. I arrived 30 minutes earlier than we'd agreed on, but I noticed lights on in their unit. Should I take a chance, or wait to show how punctual I am? What could it hurt if I showed up early and they were taking a bath or shower? After remembering what I'd seen during our webcam meeting, I decided to go ahead and try early. 

When I got to their door I could hear them talking and giggling. I rang the doorbell. Their talking stopped abruptly, then after a pause, I could hear one of them saying, "But I'm not ready yet!" A second later the door opened. Annie, with her long red hair, stood in the doorway, blocking my view of Suzie who hid behind her. Annie was tall, maybe 5'10", wearing a plaid micro-mini-skirt and a white long-sleeved shirt that buttoned down the front. The top few buttons were not fastened, revealing her cleavage. When her nipples hardened, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her legs were bare and she wasn't wearing any shoes. She apologized for not changing out of her work clothes, but smiled really big and said that Suzie had already started to change, and was in fact standing naked behind her.

Dumbfounded, I simply said that anything was fine with me, that I was pleased to meet them, and if they wanted a few minutes to get ready, that was okay with me. Annie said it would only take her a minute, and in about 20 seconds, she was naked, too. Suzie emerged from the background, also tall, blonde, smiling, and asked if I remembered what she wanted. I grinned and said I thought it had something to do with me filling her up so Annie could lick her clean. She nodded "yes," reached out, took my hand, and led me into their bedroom where I saw the doctor-signed STD reports waiting on the nightstand.

"How do you want us, Uncle Johnny?" asked Suzie.

"I want Annie crossways on the bed on her back with you over her in a 69. Keep your ass as close to the edge of the bed as you can. Annie can get you warmed up while I'm undressing. I may even watch you two a while before I start fucking you."

Annie hopped up onto the bed and waited for Suzie to get into position over her. I remembered that Annie's pussy was hairless from earlier, but hadn't been able to see much of Suzie on webcam. When she climbed onto the bed and got into position, I saw, up close and personal, a slight wisp of blonde hair just above her pussy. It didn't matter to me, but I still thought to myself how nice to have a natural blonde. As I began removing my clothes I watched both of the girls start licking the other's pussy. I almost wanted to join them in the lick fest, but remembered what I was going to be doing in just a little bit. Once I'd removed all my clothes, I walked around the bed to see how Suzie was doing with Annie's pussy. Without stopping, she looked up at me, winked, and then sucked Annie's clit into her mouth and bit it. Annie squealed but didn't seem to object. (Note to self: Annie likes it rough.) I walked back around to the other side of the bed and saw that Annie had Suzie's pussy glistening.

I asked in a loud voice, "Suzie... you want it in your pussy or your ass first?" 

Annie answered first. "Ass! Fuck her in the ass! I'll get her ready for you!"

I asked again, "Suzie... you want it in your pussy or your ass?"

This time Suzie paused her licking long enough to answer, "Fuck your naughty slut in the ass."

Hearing that, Annie immediately raised her head and starting licking Suzie's asshole. Don't get me wrong - I like to watch two girls licking each other's pussy, but there's something extra tantalizing about watching a girl rim another girl. If I wasn't hard before, I definitely was now! I gave Annie a slight nudge to get her to take a break. I decided to put my cock in Suzie's pussy first to get a little extra lubrication. Annie thought I goofed because she was telling me that was the wrong hole. I laughed and told her I knew what I was doing. After several deep thrusts, I pulled out and placed the head of my cock on the rim of Suzie's asshole. I leaned forward and pushed slowly inside her. Annie was chanting, "Fuck her! Fuck her!" Suzie was echoing the chant to fuck her hard. I got caught up in the moment and pushed all the way in with one firm thrust and then started pounding her ass harder with each stroke. Suzie started pushing back towards me with each thrust I made while Annie licked whatever she could reach. I gripped Suzie's asscheeks, spread them wide and plunged in harder. Both girls were getting more and more vocal, with Annie urging me to show no mercy and Suzie begging Uncle Johnny to fuck her raw.

Between all the encouragement I was hearing and the snug little butt squeezing all around my cock, I was feeling pretty damned good! However, the inevitable happened - Suzie's asshole started to get dry! If I kept fucking her, not only would I fuck her raw, but myself as well. I told Annie to open her mouth and I backed out of Suzie's ass long enough to slide my cock into Annie's mouth a few times, and then pushed back into Suzie's butt. It felt better, but I wanted a little more wetness. I backed out again and pushed my cock back into Annie's mouth. When I pulled out, I told her to spit on it. She did, and I slid my saliva coated cock back into Suzie's backdoor. It felt good. It also felt like I was going to cum fairly soon.

As I felt myself getting closer to cumming, I asked Suzie, "Are you ready to get filled with Uncle Johnny's cum? Are you going to let Annie lick it out of you, or are you going to sit on her face and let it ooze onto her? What's it going to be, slut?"

Suzie replied, "Cum in your slut's ass! And after that nasty slut Annie licks it all out, give her ass a hard spanking!"

If I'd had more time to think about it, I might've wondered if this was planned, or if this was some sort of payback. I didn't really care right then because I was about to shoot my load inside one of the sweetest looking sluts I'd ever seen, and then I would be treated to another girl licking it all out of her, and would then be spanking her ass for doing so. (Not really, but that was the reasoning for the moment.)

With perspiration beading on my face, I finally reached the magic moment and shot my load of cum into Suzie's ass. I concentrated on not going too deeply so Annie would be able to get to it easily. As I pulled out, I wiped my cock over Annie's face and mouth and told her to get busy. She licked my cock quickly then moved out from under Suzie and kneeled behind her, licking and tonguing her asshole. Cum started dribbling out, and Annie quickly licked it into her mouth and swallowed it. 

I wanted to continue watching, but decided to walk around to the other side of the bed where I could see Suzie's face. Her eyes were closed and had a look of both pain and pleasure. I tapped my cock against her mouth and asked how she was doing. She smiled and told me she really needed that, that she needed to have her holes used hard like that more often, and that she hoped I'd let her be my nasty fuck slut. I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Meanwhile, Annie was still slurping up the cum as it oozed out of Suzie's ass. I went back to that side of the bed and told Annie she was a naughty girl for wanting to lick cum from a girl's ass, and I intended to spank her. She stopped licking, looked up at me, smiled and asked if maybe a paddle or a belt might be a better way of disciplining her. I told her I thought a paddle would be good for her ass, but the belt would be good for her pussy. She agreed, gave Suzie's asshole one more deep lick, and then waited on the bed for instructions.

I told Suzie to bring me my toy bag and then lie on her back with her legs spread. I told Annie to rest her elbows on the bed in between Suzie's legs, and to spread her own legs wide. After pulling the oak paddle out of my toy bag, I then instructed Suzie to scoot down enough to put her pussy right at Annie's mouth, and told Annie she had to lick Suzie's pussy while I paddled her. She had to stop licking after each swat and give the count. If she lost count or didn't answer quickly, I'd start over. I planned to give her 25 swats, but after reaching 15, she miscounted and I started over at 1. This time she only made it to 10 before messing up. I started over again. 

Her asscheeks were really bright red now. I asked if they had to work tomorrow and Suzie said they had the next 2 days off. Poor Annie. She was going to be very sore! When I reached 10 swats again I saw that Suzie was holding Annie's head down in her pussy so she couldn't call out the count. I asked Suzie if she wanted to be included in the swats. She apologized and said she'd be good. I gave Annie a lighter swat, but she couldn't remember the count. I asked her if she thought it might be eleven. Defiantly, she said, "Fuck no!" so I gave her a full backswing swat and said, "One!" I gave her another hard swat and she continued the count. This time, after 25 full strength swats, she'd made the count correctly after each one. Her asscheeks had taken a real beating. I knew she was going to be bruised tomorrow. 

As I paused to lightly rub my hand over her fiery hot ass, she grinned and reminded me that I was supposed to belt her pussy, too. 

Ah, yes...



The Meeting



She was sitting at home. Quiet flat. Nobody around. Just watching a bit of fluff TV when she hears the familiar sound of a txt message arriving on her phone.

"L, its M. I'm in London. Meeting cancelled. I have a few hours before I have to get back home. Want to meet for a drink?"

She hasn't seen him in years, and yet the memories come back in a flood. Is he serious? After all this time? To meet in person? 

She knows this would only be a brief, flirtatious meeting, but she feels the warmth in her body rise, as she replies. "Sounds good". She gives him the name of the area she now lives in, and they arrange to meet in a local wine bar.

One hour later, and she walks into the bar, and spots him over in a corner, watching her with a smile. She walks up to him and they give each other a big hug. Just like the last time they saw each other, they squeeze each other tightly and smell each others scent.

He loves the feel of her warm body as it presses into his, and he wraps his arms around her back as she places her head over his shoulder and squeezes him back. 30 seconds pass, and then another 30. Neither releases the embrace, and they stand there locked together.

Eventually, after what seems an eternity, they separate and look into each others eyes, hands still resting on each others sides. He leans forward and gives her a short soft kiss on the lips, pulls back and says "Hi there!" She smiles, and says "Hi there to you too!"

They smile to each other, and there is an awkward moment, of not being sure what to say next. To break the moment, he turns to the bar, and orders a bottle of white wine and two glasses.

Pointing to a bench seat, they sit down next to each other, slightly apart, but not overly so and he pours a glass of wine for each of them.

They raise their glasses "To old times" he says. "And new ones" she adds He smiles as he raises his glass, and they clink them together.

They then begin to catch up on small talk: what were you dong in london? why was the meeting cancelled? aren't you expected home. All the things that two people can think of without touching on the facts of their personal life's, and the cold realities of their situations.

During this conversation, she shifts her position on the seat slightly, and turns towards him more. Relaxing into the conversation, she starts to lean forward, and at one point touches M's leg as they exchange a brief giggle about nothing in particular. He feels the electricity in her touch, and his mind begins to swim with the emotions of being with the girl of his sexual and emotional fantasies of the last 8 years once again.

The atmosphere changes after the "touch", and she feels it too. His look changes, and she notices that despite the time that has past, there is still some base connection between the two of them. A connection that was never fully realised. Never fully acted upon.

She remembers one thing that he had said to her the last time they met all those years ago, and she looks him in the eye, and lightly bites her bottom lip. Expecting him to laugh, and smile, she is instead met with a serious and lustful look. He leans forward in the seat, slides across so their legs now touch together, moves his arm around the back of her shoulders and his hand up to her head, leans forward and pulls her towards him. No word is said, but their soft lips touch once more, but this time with a more intensive, emotional connection.

She opens her mouth slightly to his kiss, and they brush their lips together, slowly, lightly. 

She moves her hand across to his knee, and slides it onto his lower thigh, and gives him the lightest squeeze to encourage him further.

He tips his head slightly to the side, and she does the same. He pulls her head closer to his, and a full connection of soft lips is formed. She lets out a light moan, as she feels his mouth searching and moving around her own. They open their mouths further, and she slips her tongue slightly into his mouth. He reacts by touching it lightly with his.

They begin to lick and suck softly and slowly on each others tongues as their mouths open and close against each others. Oblivious to their location in a bar, and carefree as to whether they are being watched by anybody at all.

He pulls apart from their kiss slightly, looks her in the eyes, "I've been dreaming of doing this again since the last time I saw you, you are amazing".

Her mouth is still slightly ajar, and she slides her hand across his thigh slightly, and leans forward for another kiss without saying a word.

"ah-hem" said the barman. "Here is your bill, unless there is anything else you need?" He gave them a knowing look, and they giggled slightly.

"Erm, no. Thats fine, thank you very much" M said, and quickly paid the bill. "I think he is asking us to take this somewhere else" L said "I think so too." "How do you feel about that?" she said with a very clear twinkle in her eye. "Well, I have a while till I have to catch the train to go back to the real world" he said. "Lets go back to my place then. and we can have another drink there"

Five minutes later she was opening the door to the apartment. A quick cursory glance around confirmed to her that her flat mate was definitely out for the rest of the night. "Make yourself comfy, and I'll go and open another bottle I have in the fridge"

M sat down on the large sofa, and glanced around the new surroundings. 

She soon came back with two glasses of wine, and sat down next to him on the sofa. "You know what, it's good to finally have you somewhere more private after all these years" she said. "It has been a long time coming" he agreed. 

She leant forward with a smile in the corner of her mouth and reached out and stroked his jaw line. "We should have done this before"

He looked into her beautiful brown eyes, and felt what remained of his defences collapse under the power of this amazing woman.

They kissed once again, slightly harder this time, and his hand moved directly onto her jean covered thigh, and he slid it up towards the top. She moaned loudly this time, feeling more able to be free with the way she felt in this more private location. The kissed hungrily, and passionately, and he moved his hand further upwards till it was above her belt line. She sucked in her tummy to give him room, and he slid his hand back downwards, but inside her jeans. She reached across his chest and rested her hand on his neck whilst she enjoyed the feeling of his hand as he cupped her knicker clad pussy with his whole hand.

He pressed the palm of his hand against her mound, and squeezed and rolled his fingers as they pressed against the fabric of her knickers.

He became aware of a slightly wet area under his fingers, and he knew that she was ready for the most intimate contact they had every had together.

She reached down and undid her belt with her free hand, and slid her jeans down over her sexy arse and onto the floor.

He moved his hand back to her mound and gave it another squeeze. With more room to move he began to trace and tickle the inside of her thighs, as she parted her legs widely to allow him.

She moaned loudly now, as he traced his fingers around her pussy, and teased her with the slightest touch.

"Touch me" she said "If you insist" he replied, and he moved his hand down inside her knickers and onto her pussy directly for the first time.

He slipped a finger in-between her lips, and immediately felt the moist of her pussy surround it. He spread her lips apart with 3 fingers now, and rubbed her pussy fully... feeling his hand slide on her wetness. He moved up towards her clit, and positioned a finger either side, and used the wetness to begin a slow rhythmic rub of her most intimate part.

She began to grind her hips up to meet his hand, and broke away from their passionate kissing and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I am so hot for you right now" she said

M began to slide down her body whilst looking her straight in the eyes. Fingers still rubbing either side of her clit, stroking. He dropped down off the sofa, and positioned himself between her legs, and began to kiss her inner thigh. A kiss and then a lick, a kiss and then a lick. His fingers still moving in a slow rhythm, never stopping. She parts her legs wider and begins to pant slightly as she feels the first waves of pleasure begin to creep through her body. He continues to kiss and lick her thigh, moving up until his mouth is right there, in front of her glistening wet pussy. Spread open and waiting for his tongue. In one move, his fingers slide down away from her clit and move inside her, thrusting as far as they will go, whilst his tongue takes over the attention on her clit. He strokes his fingers in and out of her hole, fucking her pussy with his fingers, whilst lapping at her wetness, tasting her juices. He circles his tongue around her, and the slow relentless feeling begins to work its magic. L undoes her top with her hands, and begins to squeeze her breasts whilst they are still captured in her stunning black lacy bra. She feels the pleasure building up, and looks down at the top of M's head as his tongue is lapping at her pussy, fingers sliding in and out of her hole.

She begins to feel the signs of an orgasm build and build, his tongue never stops, his fingers continue to slide, she closes her eyes, squeezes her breasts, she moves her hand down to his head and places it on the back and pulls his head even closer to herself. "On my god, you're going to make me cum" He groans his pleasure at hearing these words and makes it quite clear that this is something he wants to happen. He slightly increases the rate of his licks, and pushes a third finger inside her.

She arches her back and thrusts her pussy into his face as her orgasm approaches, she moans out loud "I'm cumming" He groans with pleasure once more, and this tips her over the edge, She lets herself go, lets the power of the orgasm overwhelm her body, she arches her back and lets out a shout of pleasure.

She sinks back into the sofa, the orgasm subsides. M removes his fingers, and is licking her pussy from the bottom to the top, in long slow licks with his tongue flattened against her, tasting her juices, licking them up, he slips his tongue inside her as deep as he can, savouring the taste of this wonderful woman.

She grabs his head in her hands, and pulls him up her body, he tries to resist, he wants more, but she pulls him up. He licks her stomach on the way up and feels his leg press against her soaking pussy, as their faces draw in line with each other.

She looks him in the eyes. "That was amazing" she says. "I enjoyed it too" he said

She leans forward slightly and kisses his mouth, tasting herself on him. Smelling her scent across his face.

They kiss hard, sliding tongues, crushed lips, they kiss in a frenzy. She closes her lips around his tongue and sucks at it whilst his mouth is wide. He reaches down to her breasts and holds one in his hand. they are a perfect size, and his hand stretches around it, kneading the flesh through her bra. They continue to kiss, her hand slides down between their bodies and she feels his cock, still trapped inside his jeans, straining against the material. "I think its time we give your cock a bit of air" she says. She rolls him onto his side, and then further still until he is the one now lying on his back at an angle across the sofa, feet now resting on the floor. She holds the kiss, teasing him once more with her tongue. God, how he loves to kiss her. Her mouth is so perfect. Her lips so soft.

She reaches down with both hands now, and undoes the belt and buttons on his fly. She pulls his jeans down to his ankles, and quickly follows with his underwear. His cock is free. It dances in the air.She puts both hands around it, and feels the stiffness and the heat of his erection.

She looks him in the eyes, and bites her lower lip.

Without loosing eye contact, she lowers herself down his body, stopping to gently lick and nuzzle his nipple along the way. All the time holding his cock in her hand, and squeezing the shaft firmly. but thats all, no movement, just the press of her palm against his warm cock.

She goes lower and lower until she is in line with his cock. M pushes back into a comfortable position, with his head slightly propped up by a cushion so he can enjoy the visual delights in store.

L moves his cock to the side and gently kisses her way around his groin, but careful not to touch his cock with her mouth just yet. She teases him, with her warm breath over the head of his cock, and pulls it straight so its now at right angles to his body.

"I'm going to suck you" she says, still looking in his eyes. "Oh god, please" he replies, barely able to control himself. wanting so much to feel the sensation of her mouth around him.

She pulls his cock towards her, parts her lips, and very slowly places the head in her mouth. Using her tongue she stimulates the underside, and holds the cock just like that.

She removes her hand from him so only her mouth is now in contact, and then slides her mouth further down over his shaft until she has taken in as much as she can.

He lets out a moan as the intense feeling overwhelms his body. "that feels sooooooooo good" he says as she begins to slide her mouth up and down his length. all the while giving it extra attention with her tongue to the underside.

She now places her hands around his cock once more, and holds it firmly, and begins to pump his cock, to match the rhythm of her mouth.

The pressure of her mouth and hand send sparks along his body as he lays there watching as much as he can. He will never forget this moment.

She quickens her pace now, and places her other hand around the base of his cock, and begins to lightly touch his balls. All the while sucking and licking and pumping. 

He feels the familiar sensation of an orgasm begin its approach. He cant believe how she has managed to get him this far along so quickly.

Sensing his concern, she slows down slightly and looks up into his eyes. She stops pumping him, and lays his cock onto her tongue in full view of him. She kisses it, and licks it, and treats it like her favourite lollypop!

He controls himself, but knows that if this continues he will be blowing a huge amount of cum all over her face. After a few minutes of this visual delight, he makes a decision. He wants to fuck her. He wants to feel her pussy lips where her sexy mouth lips are right now. He wants to impale her. He wants to look her deep in the eyes, while his cock is inside her, and kiss her mouth, and suck her tongue.

He puts his hands down to her head and pulls her off his cock and up to his face, where he kisses her hard, tasting all the flavours of their sexual encounter so far.

He pulls her further up, and feels her breasts drag across his stomach once more, and their softness against his own.

"I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you right here, right now" She takes the invitation well, and climbs up further until her pussy is hanging over his cock.

She eases herself down onto his shaft, and lets out a slight moan as the head finds her hole and begins its journey into the insides of this amazing, sexual woman.

She sits down all the way, and takes his face in her hands. Looks him in the eyes.

"Fuck me" she says.

He feels the warmth of her pussy surrounding his cock, and the tightness that holds him. He is inside her as far as he can go when she says those words: "Fuck me" He slides his hands around her hips and onto her arse, and traces his finger nails lightly across her cheeks. She holds his gaze with her own.

They are lost in some sort of distant place, each anticipating the next move, and what will surely follow. Waiting for him to begin pumping into her, she leans forward slightly so that her clit is in contact with his body, and begins to gyrate her hips.

He traces his fingers nails all the way up her back, lightly scratching her skin all the way. Then he moves his hands around each side of her, and cups a breast in each hand and feels their weight. They are superb. Amazing breasts, he squeezes them and feels their hard nipples against his palm. He lowers his head and buries his face into the soft flesh of her breast and sucks and licks for all he is worth.

She arches her back as far as it will go, so that her clit is still in contact with him, whilst offering up as much of her breasts to his eager tongue and hands as she can. She throws her head right back and closes her eyes as she enjoys all the sensations available.

His cock deep in her warm wet, tight pussy. His hands on her tits. His tongue on her nipples. Her clit on his pubis.

She grinds against him further. Her head still back, her eyes still closed, her hair hanging down. She puts her hands behind her, onto his knees to support herself, and begins to really let herself go, she can feel the distant calling of another orgasm.

She squirms her hips, she pushes and gyrates. He feels so good inside her. He feels like he fills her up completely.

He sucks and licks her nipples and continues to squeeze and caress her breasts, whilst at the same time he starts to push his hips upwards to meet her grinding motion.

He feels like he could go forever. This has got to be the most amazing feeling known to man. Have a wonderfully sexy woman sitting on your cock, whilst playing with possibly the most perfect breasts he has ever had the pleasure of touching.

Her eyes are still closed and she is now close, the motion is working its magic, her nipples are so sensitive. She is very close. She grinds him even harder, meeting his upwards thrust as she feels the familiar feeling across her body once more.

"oh my god" she says, "you're going to make me cum again, oh my god"

He takes his mouth off her nipple for a moment "I want you to cum over my cock. Cover my cock with your cum"

She moans and begins to buck, she is soooo close now, she grinds and pushes and gyrates, his left hand is squeezing her tit, whilst his mouth is devouring her. His right hand slides around to the small of her back, and he pulls her even closer onto him.

"Oh my fucking god, oh god, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck meeeee"

She cums hard, and lets out a scream of pleasure. The most intense orgasm takes over her body, and she twitches and pushes hard against him. What a feeling, what an amazing feeling.

He smiles to himself as he hears her pleasure. He feels her pussy squeeze his cock and then the warm feeling of her cum as it lubricates her pussy and his cock. He slides both hands now around her back and pulls her body close to his. Her breasts are crushed up against his chest, and he pulls her head towards him.

She is still lost in the intensity of the orgasm, when he pulls her head towards his, and kisses her deeply. She moves her hands around his body and squeezes him tightly as their lips lock and tongues wrestle each other once more.

Another wave of pleasure moves through her as she feels the contact of his body against hers, whilst still having his cock buried deep inside her.

He lifts her weight off his lap, and begins to twist his body around to lay her on the sofa. She understands what he wants to do, and shifts her weight to move together. There is no way she wants his delicious cock to leave her pussy. They complete the move so she is now laying on her back, with him between her legs.

She raises her legs around his back and pulls him close. He drops his head to her breasts once more and flicks his tongue over her super sensitive nipples quickly and firmly.

She pushes her head back and pulls him close, she wants him to fuck her. She wants to feel his cock sliding in and out of her. But more than anything else, she wants to make him cum too. She wants to feel his cock explode inside her. She wants to watch him orgasm.




The Meeting



He raises his head from her soft breast once more, and looks her straight in the eyes. He can tell that she wants to fucked now, but for just a moment he stays there, body weight resting on his arms, with his cock buried inside this sexy girl, and looks into her eyes.

She starts to squirm her groin into his, and raises her hands around each side of his body. She traces her nails lightly all the way down from his shoulders, across the muscles in his back, down to his arse. She flattens her palms against his bum cheeks and strokes the skin there, before running her hands back up to his shoulders, which she then holds whilst pushing up against his cock with her hips.

He pulls his cock out of her pussy very slowly, until just the head is inside her, and holds it there.

"You feel so good" he says to her,

He pushes the head of his bulging cock back inside, then immediately withdraws it again, just leaving it resting against her hole.

He loves this feeling. This woman waiting for him. Legs wide. Waiting for him to slide his cock inside once more.

He teases, he waits, she looks up at him and smiles. He loves that smile, he leans forward and kisses her softly on the lips, all the while with his cock just touching against her wet pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you now" he whispers in her ear,

She lets out a moan, " I want you to fuck me till you cum" she replies

He raises himself back up on his arms, and slides his cock inside her, all the way to the hilt. Then all the way out, then all the way back in. He continues a slow deep and long screw.

He wishes this could go on forever, but her pussy feels so good. So wet yet also tight. He knows he wont be able to hold back for too much longer.

He increases the tempo, and begins to rotate his hips slightly when he is all the way in. Grinding against her, so that her clit is stimulated by his body. 

He leans down and kisses her hard, and his body now lays flat against hers as he starts to thrust his cock faster and faster inside her. He moves his arms around her and pulls her tight, kissing her lips and sucking her tongue whilst he thrusts his cock inside her.

She is bucking her hips up to meet his every thrust as he pushes his hard cock in and out of her. "oh, fuck me, fuck me " she says

He pushes himself up on his arms, and swings his legs off the side of the sofa, whilst pulling her around. He is now on his knees on the floor, whilst she is hanging off the edge of the sofa with her sweet pussy still full of his cock.

He lifts her legs up, so they are against his shoulders, and runs his hands along their smooth length. Still fucking her, he pushes against her legs with his chest, and reaches around to grab hold of her tits that are now bouncing around on her chest, while she is rocked backwards and forwards on the chair.

She lets out a moan as she feels the pressure build inside her pussy from his cock. Is it possibly that he feels even bigger now? She feels so full of him.

He is screwing her with long strokes once more, but fast, in and out, his balls slapping against her arse on each stroke.

She puts her hands with his on her tits, and squeezes them hard. The sensations begin to rise in her body and she knows that she will soon be reaching another orgasm.

"I want you to cum inside me" she says to him, " fuck me hard, and fill me with your spunk"

Hearing her say this, seriously starts to tip him over the edge, he goes even harder and faster now, spurned on by her wishes for him to climax. He feels her pussy clinging to his cock, feels the muscles inside as she squeezes his length.

He lets her legs drop to the sides and leans forward once more to kiss her. She reaches up with her hands, and pulls his face to her own and kisses him hard. Her tongue searching for his, she bucks her hips up against his, as this new position allows him to go just that bit deeper inside her.

He feels his orgasm approaching and lets out a groan, he pulls away from her face, "I'm going to cum" he says matter of factly

She is also close, and hearing these words make her pussy tingle "I want to feel you cum" she says, egging him on

He puts his hands on her breasts once more, and raises himself up as the feelings in his body build to their inevitable conclusion.

She looks up at him as he throws his head back. "oh my god, oh my god, yes, yessssss" he shouts

She watches his face as his orgasm hits him. His eyes close and his jaw drops open as his whole body tenses. And then she feels his hot cum squirt inside her. His cock pulses as he unloads.

"oh fuck, oh yes, yeeeeesssssss" he shouts, as he pushes his cock hard against her pussy.

She too is tipped once more over the edge, and feels the familiar sensation of another orgasm sweep across her body. She grabs his arse with both her hands and holds him there. His cock still twitching as he delivers yet more of his load deep inside her.

"Oh god" she says, as the orgasm hits her fully and her own body begins to shake.

He collapses on top of her now, fully spent, with no energy to hold himself up any longer, he lays heavily on top of her.

She slides her hands up his back and pulls him even closer.

They lay like that for a few minutes, catching their breaths, slowly reducing their heart rates. Orgasms subsiding.

He holds one side of her face with his hand, and kisses her tenderly and softly on the lips. She meets his kiss, with her own, slightly ajar mouth, and brushes her mouth slowly against his.

"We should have done this years ago" he says to her.

She smiles up at him and giggles, "Well, we've been doing foreplay for all that time, and good foreplay always ends with a good fuck!"

The End 



The Meeting



The time has come and finally we decide to meet. Anticipation runs high in the days leading up, culminating on Tuesday, when we've agreed to meet and have dinner. 

I arrive at your place, get out and walk to the door to meet you. As I reach to knock, you open the door; we both smile. A bit nervous, we each pause, unsure of exactly the right greeting on our first meeting. Finally I open my arms to hug you and you melt into me, my arms wrapping protectively around you. You sigh a little against my chest and you can feel me sniff your hair, growling ever so in pleasure. 

"Hi, you smell great!" I say. 

Seconds tick away as we enjoy our first contact. Finally we pull our bodies apart and hold each other at arms distance, drinking each other in. We mutually smile and then, in unison, step away from the door and to the car. 

I open your door, allowing you inside. Indecisively, you linger a moment beside me before sliding in. The seat wraps itself around you, buttery-soft leather encasing you securely. I hold your eyes with mine for an instant before closing your door, the promise of things to come held within. 

I climb in my side and fire the engine up. It looks like a sedan, but you recognize that there's more going on here than meets the eye. I smile wickedly and begin the drive to the restaurant we've agreed on. We make small talk, exploring each other and enjoying the nervous excitement. I drive fast, too fast. It's a little scary, but you bite your tongue and decide that I am in control and that you'll just have to trust me not to hurt you. 

Finally we arrive at the restaurant. After parking, I come around and open your door, taking your hand in mine to help you out. When we touch, heat consumes both of us, pent up passion smoldering, impatiently waiting to be released. 

I release the door and take your shoulders in my hands. My right hand slides up your shoulder and around to the back of your neck, caressing gently. Your eyes close, a shudder runs through you as my fingers work upward, lacing themselves into your hair at the base of your skull. Gently, I close my fingers and firmly grasp your hair. My eyes meet yours and then trace their way down your face, devouring you and the sensual curves leading from your jaw to your neck. My eyes snap back to yours and slowly, I lean in towards you. Inches away, I divert my course, my lips narrowly missing your hungry mouth and instead sliding along your cheek to your ear and stopping almost against your earlobe. 

Almost whispering, my warm breath tickling your ear, I tell you "we'd better go in, I'm not sure I can stop myself once we start..." I give you a gentle hug and back away, taking your hand in mine and closing the door with the other. 

We enter the restaurant and wait a few moments to be seated. A bouncy young girl shows us to a booth; dark and secluded in the back. I take your coat and you slide in, I slide in across from you. 

"I hope you don't mind", I say, "I want to look into your eyes while we talk". You acquiesce and we talk about everything. Life, lovers, cars, cats; nothing is off limits. Conversation comes easy to us, like we've known each other far longer than we have. 

We eat. The food is good and the bottle of wine I ordered for us is delicious. You laugh when I order it because the name is funny... ga wurst weiner? Seriously??

Dinner passes in a blur of laughter, feeding each other and touching hands. Like a couple of teenagers, we seem unable to keep our hands off of each other. Each touch intensifies the building desire until we're practically buzzing. 

Finally, the check comes and goes. I look at you as our waitress leaves us. Eyes glued to each other, I gently incline my head to the door, silently asking you if you are ready. You smile, finish the last of your sweet white wine, and nod. We slide out together and I help you into your coat. Taking your hand again, we walk out together. 

The cool night air nips at you as we leave, you shudder involuntarily. Picking up on it, I gently pull you to me, wrapping my arm around you to keep you warm. We enter the car and drive off the lot. 

I drive us to a beautiful area overlooking a stream and park the car. Puzzled, you look at me. 

"Ma'am, I want to take you back to my hotel room, but I want you to be comfortable first. I want this to be your choice, your desire. But first, I want to kiss you a bit, if that's ok..." With that, I lean across, slowly covering the distance between us, our eyes never leaving each other. You lean toward me and our lips meet for the first time. Softly, gently, mouths closed at first, we kiss. You moan gently and my hand slides around to the back of your neck, pulling you into me hungrily. My tongue parts your lips, sliding ever so slightly inside of your mouth, tasting and teasing you. It's a good kiss, not to deep and full of passion. 

We continue kissing for several minutes, enjoying the buildup, the secluded intimacy offered by our parking spot. At one point, my other hand slides to your breast, the back of my palm brushing against your hard nipples, providing friction, but not enough to satisfy. I tease you this way, mercilessly. You moan into me, your desire making its way from inside your lungs to mine via our connected lips. 

Finally, you moan something incoherently. I chuckle and ask you what you said. 

You repeat yourself, this time clearly "John, please take me to your hotel and fuck me now."

My eyes widen, not in surprise, but pleasure at your desire. "Yes, Ma'am", I say.

We arrive at the hotel a few minutes later and walk to my room together. Pausing at the door, I kiss you again. As the kiss ends, I lean into you, whispering "I have been waiting to do this for too long, dear." With that, I open the door and we enter the dark room together, hand in hand, me leading. 

I reach behind you to close the door and flip a light on. Involuntarily, you nip me on the neck as I reach over you. Laughing at your playfulness, I roughly grab you with both hands and pull you in. Kissing you again, I begin walking backwards into the room, toward the bed.

We land together on the bed and continue our foreplay, lips and tongues moving together and over each other, hands teasing, touching but not lingering. 

Suddenly, I stop and stand. "Honey", I say, "will you allow me to lead?" 

You instinctively know that I am asking for your permission to be in control this evening. Nervous, but excited, you bit your bottom lip. 

"Yes, Sir", you say. 

With this one word, my demeanor changes. No longer is this a first date. No longer is there insecurity between us. Our roles are laid out, paths set, if only we follow them. 

"Get under the covers, get comfortable", I say. 

"Yes, Sir." Comes your reply.

As you're complying, I say, "And, Baby... no touching. You're to lie there and think about what's to come, but that's all. Do you understand?" You nod your head up and down slightly, grinning while you do so.

I leave the room and you hear the shower start. A few short minutes go by and I come out, squeaky clean and smelling good. I'm wearing a black, form fitting T-shirt with the word "INSTRUCTOR" across the back and a pair of black running shorts. The smell radiating off of me is... sensual... chocolaty ... slightly musky and oh so good.

"Your turn", I say. "Go shower and come out in only your undergarments, please. I'll be waiting for you."

You hop up and squirt off to the shower. You peel yourself out of your outfit, resisting the urge to touch yourself, trying desperately to be a good girl. Showering is tough... the water caresses your body, almost torture in your heightened state. You wash, everywhere, knowing that I'll soon be tasting you. You finish, towel off and put your sexy panties and bra back on. Your shiver of anticipation as you prepare to exit the bathroom has nothing to do with the air temperature. You open the door and notice that I've cooled the room off several degrees.

You step out and into the now slightly darker room. I'm sitting in the chair, staring at you. I look you up and down, hungrily. My eyes take you in, obviously liking what I see from the smile that creeps onto my face. 

"You are so damn beautiful, do you know that?" 

You smile at the compliment and drop your eyes from mine, unable to hold the stare but noticing the hunger in my eyes. Still clothed, I walk up to you and take your face between my hands, gently guiding your eyes back up. Locking onto them, I pull us together for more kissing. Standing together, we sway, intoxicated by the lust.

After a few moments, I step away, growling at you with desire. "Lie down, please." You smile wickedly at me and slink into the bed. Lying on your back, you stare up at me, waiting on my next move. I stare at you, unable to stop. You can actually feel how much I lust after you, and...looking down, it becomes evident that you can see it too. I'm rock hard at this point, bulging against my thin shorts.

You smile. I smile. "Spread eagle, Ma'am", I say, still standing at the foot of the bed. You comply and you catch me stealing a glance at the wetness evident between your legs. I lick my lips, smile and go to my knees in front of you. 

My hands drop for a second and come up with a strap. Quickly, efficiently, I attach the furry cuff to your ankle, effectively locking you in. I slide over and repeat myself with your other ankle and a second clamp. Standing, I walk to the side of the bed, looking down on you. I smile and bend over, kissing you passionately. Then I cuff your wrists, completing your bondage.

Smiling, I stand again and appraise my work. Satisfied, I open the nightstand. You see me take something out, but can't quite make it out. I walk to the foot of the bed and work my way between your spread eagle legs. Lust fills my eyes as I reach out and caress your pussy through your sheer panties. "So wet, so sexy" I say. "I can't wait to fuck you".

Using the backs of my fingers, I trace a line from the crack of your ass up to your clit, providing firm pressure. You push your wet pussy against me, moaning a little in your need. I crawl up the bed, hovering over you on all fours and bring my hungry mouth down to your nipples. I gently bite them through your bra, loving the silky feeling against my lips. 

You feel my hand slide down your body and pick something up. Showing it to you, you can see that it is a small, egg shaped vibrator with a remote control. 

"I hope you don't mind, I brought reinforcements", I say. Smiling, you assure me that it is more than ok. I sit up again between your legs and slide your drenched panties to the side so I am able to get to your pussy for the first time. I stop. I stare. Seconds pass while I drink in how beautiful you are. 

Shaking myself out of my daze, I reach down and put my index finger outside of your sopping pussy. I run my finger gently around the outside, then up to your clit, teasing and tapping it gently. Your eyes close, hips rising to give me more access. Smiling, I slowly insert the tip of my finger into you about an inch. I'm surprised because I can feel your inner muscles clench against me.

"Somebody's been doing their Kegel's!" I say enthusiastically. "Yum..."

With that, I slide a second finger in. Cupping my hand against you, I reach in, rubbing your G-spot with two fingers, firmly but slowly... building the excitement. Meanwhile, the heel of my hand is applying pressure to your now hard little clit. I alternate between them every few seconds, feeling you burning against me, feeling your pussy clench around me, building to a powerful orgasm. Seconds before you come, I stop – my hand still in place, but the orgasm stalls in absence of movement. 

I lean down and kiss you again, passion flooding through. "Lover, tell me what you want" I demand. 

"Mmmm, make me come", you say. "Please, Sir", you add, almost an afterthought. 

Chuckling, I shake my head. "Ma'am, you're going to have to do better than that. I might need some serious convincing here..." Laughing, I resume my manual pleasure on your pussy for a few seconds, sending your head reeling. The stalled orgasm comes rushing back, threatening to break in waves over you. 

I remove my fingers from inside of you, pulling them out causes you to moan and whimper. You need to come, badly, but you suspect the torture is just beginning and that your orgasm is going to have to be hard earned... but worth it. 

Looking down, I take my index finger and slide it into my mouth, tasting you for the first time. Your eyes never leave mine, judging my reaction. I'm clearly enjoying the taste as evidenced by the smile on my face and how I lick your juices clean. "Deeeeeeelishous", I say. "Want some?"

You nod at me, trying to keep your brain engaged and off of your burning need for orgasm. I stick my middle finger out in front of your mouth, giving you access to the same treasure trove that I just enjoyed. You tease, sticking just your tongue out and flicking it across my finger, finally taking my finger into your mouth and nibbling gently, sucking on the end and then taking the entire thing in your mouth; my turn to moan in anticipation. I growl, unable to control my desire briefly. 

Shaking my head, I open my eyes and look deeply into yours. I grin, clearly having fun. Reaching down, I take the forgotten egg shaped vibrator and hold it up for you to see. Then I gently slide it inside of you until it disappears. Meanwhile, I busy my mouth with your beautiful nipples. I take an entire nipple into my mouth, my tongue working around your piercing, gently licking and occasionally nibbling your nipples.

Without warning, I turn the vibrator on low. I stop and look up into your eyes. "Lover, you are not allowed to come yet. If you're a good girl, I'll take care of you. But for now, I control when and how. Clear?"

Apprehensively, you nod. You know how easily you come and wonder how long you can hold out against a foe armed with such wicked toys. You firm up your resolve, though, determined to prevail. 

Meanwhile, the egg shaped vibrator is inside of you, thrumming away in earth moving waves. I resume my attention on your nipples, only this time I'm a bit rougher, occasionally biting down a bit, clamping your unprotected nipple in between my teeth and applying firm pressure. The pain is so exquisite, so amazing. Each time I let go, the blood rushes back in and waves of pleasure radiate out from your nipples, which seem connected to your clit suddenly.

You clench your legs down in an effort to fight off the orgasm building. You hear me chuckle around your nipple and you know that I'm enjoying myself. Suddenly I kiss you again, passion breaking through your concentration and nearly causing you to forget your struggle to hold off. You quickly clench your muscles, fighting... struggling against the egg inside of you.

Sensing your struggle, I hit the remote and turn the vibrator off. I smile at you and kiss you again. You relax a bit, thinking it a reprieve. I reach into the drawer again and pull another toy out. It's small and black and you can't quite tell what it is. I bring it up and show it to you. 

A knife. A Knife?! Apprehension fills you, unsure if you've made a dangerously bad decision in allowing your control to be given away. You smile nervously at me, hoping everything is ok. 

Expressionless, I pop the blade out with a flick. It's a wickedly sharp looking thing with about a three inch blade, clearly designed to be a weapon and not a tool. 

"Uhm... Sir?" you begin.

"Yes, Ma'am?" I return. 

"Uhm, what are you going to do with that please?" 

I stare into your eyes, expression still blank. "Baby, you put yourself into my hands tonight. We agreed on this before. We have agreed in writing back and forth that our safe words would be red, yellow, and green until you decided on a different one. Are you using a safe word right now?"

This causes you to pause. Not the conversation you expected. We've talked before about pushing limits, about taking each other to and beyond what we've done before, about sharing every experience we had ever wanted together. You know from our exchanged writings that I am not into violence, that I'm willing to experiment with pain if asked, but that one of my hard limits is hurting you in any permanent way. 

This all rushes through your hyper alert brain and you come to a quick decision. "No, Sir, I trust you."

It's my turn to pause. I know what this means to you and how powerful those few words are. "Thank you lover...what an amazing lady you are." With that, I lower the knife against your ribcage and you feel the cold, hard steel against you. You don't flinch, holding true to your words. I carefully slide the knife blade upward, almost caressing you with it but not hurting you in the least. The blade slides between your bra and skin, just outside of your breasts and effortlessly slices the bra off of you. 

You're shocked and a bit upset. That was your best bra!! Your eyes give away your thoughts and when you look at me, you see me reading your eyes. 

"Something you want to say, lover?" I say.

"Grrrr, no", you reply. 

Raising my eyebrows, I look at you in silence. Seconds tick by until you realize your error. "No, Sir" you say, petulantly. Without warning the forgotten vibrator inside you jumps to life, exploding waves of pleasure through you and leaving the knife forgotten for the moment. 

Caught off guard, you struggle to get on top of your quickly building orgasm, to deny yourself that which you badly want because I've asked you to wait. You succeed, barely. Muscles clenched again, you smile and look up at me, feeling in control of yourself once more.

I chuckle. Then I slide the knife down your side and across your sexy belly. The cold steel stirs something in you and you find your resolve weaken, the egg shaped vibrator inside of you still pounding away. 

The knife ends up just inside of your pelvic bone and slices through your sexy panties easily. Making two quick incisions, the undergarment becomes a rag. Frustration rears its head again, but you quickly suppress it, having faith in me. 

You are now helpless below me, completely bound. All vestiges of clothing are gone and your willpower is weakening. Minutes have gone by as you struggled to contain the waves of pleasure building behind the dam of resolve you've built. Suddenly and without warning, the vibrator jumps inside of you. I've kicked it onto high and it's working inside of you, pounding out a love rhythm that is impossible to ignore. You moan. You squirm side to side. You clench your legs down as hard as you can, your toes even curl in an effort to hold off the impossible tide. 

You fail. Wave after wave of excruciating pleasure rock through you, beginning behind your stomach and emanating outward through your body and rocking your poor disheveled brain. You thrash against your bonds and I sit between your legs and enjoy the first of many orgasms. 

You come again and again. The vibrator bounces mercilessly inside of you, destroying any sense of civility. You cry out, thrashing, eyes closed, lost to the orgasmic ecstasy. 

You have no idea how long it goes on or how many times you come. Finally, you are literally on the edge of passing out when I turn the vibrator off. I quickly lay on top of you, taking care not to crush you but ensuring full body contact and holding you. I speak gently into your neck as I am holding you. "You are so beautiful, so fucking sexy." Gentle words continue as I hold you and care for you while you're lost in your own headspace. 

Finally, you come back to some semblance of yourself. You're not sure when, but you find that suddenly, you can move your arms and legs again. Stiffly, you flex your muscles like a cat waking. You smile and kiss me weakly. 




The Meeting



After a time of still holding you, I finally speak. "You know, you came."

You laugh and smile. "Yes, Sir!"

"You weren't supposed to, though. You didn't hold up to your end of the deal, Ma'am. How do you propose we handle that?"

A bit taken back, you say "But... but it wasn't fair! You made me come. I tried, I really did!"

I stare at you, silently for a few seconds. "Did you use your safe word?"

You know you're caught. You never even considered using it. You simply wanted the pleasure worse than you wanted to obey. Strangely, this bothers you. You would never have guessed that allowing yourself to come when asked not to would cause you to feel like you'd let someone down. Even more surprisingly, that feeling that you'd let me down is powerful. You brain, already reeling from the powerful multiple orgasms, struggles to process this new development. 

Almost without understanding why, you say "I guess you'd better punish me."

I stare at you for a few seconds, silently confirming what you've said. 

I dislodge myself from our embrace and stand, stretching. I shuck out of my shorts and shirt, standing before you naked for the first time. Despite the events, you can't help but look down to see what I'm working with. You're happy to note that I'm above averagely endowed, you guess a bit over eight inches long and pleasantly thick. You lick your lips, suddenly wanting badly to taste me. 

Almost as if I'm reading your mind, I say "Not yet, lover. We have something to attend to first." I pull a chair over from across the room and set myself in it. It's one of those hotel office type chairs, straight backed with no arms. You realize why I chose it when I crook my finger at you and tell you to come lay across my lap. 

Without hesitation you comply. Your bare, exposed ass is presented for punishment and you can feel the heat where our bodies touch. "Lover, don't forget to use your safe word if you need, please."

You nod, not sure what to expect. 

You get your answer when my hand lands full force on one bare cheek. You jump, surprised at the force and how little time you had to prepare. You grit your teeth, determined to take your licks. 

A second smack follows the first, about two seconds later, on the other cheek. Just as hard, you're sure you have two bright red handprints on your ass already. You wonder how much you can take. 

My hand stays in place. Heat radiates outward and it's strangely erotic. Gently, I begin rubbing my hand on your ass, almost as if I'm comforting the sting away. I rub circles, caressing gently from your lower back to your upper thighs. Occasionally my fingers brush the entrance to your pussy and you're surprised at how bad you want either my fingers inside of you, or another swat... or both! A minute or two passes while I continue to caress you. My other hand is supporting your torso, ensuring that, even in your punishment, you are well cared for.

Without warning, a series of five or six smacks land. Slightly gentler than the first, they still sting, leaving you bouncing up and down in my lap, reeling from the shock and unsure of what's coming next... pleasure or pain. 

I return to caressing, this time giving your burning pussy more attention, fingers caressing the outer folds and sliding around in your juices. Suddenly, the again forgotten vibrator is turned on, this time low and pulsing. You jump in shock and at the exact same time, I rain down another series of blows. These are as hard as the first, landing in rapid succession and covering your ass from top to bottom and side to side. 

You're not sure if you're turned on or in pain, but the building endorphins in your body are causing you rolling waves of ecstasy. You grind your pussy downward, feeling my rock hard dick pushing up against your pelvis. My hand has returned to caressing, gently sliding around and occasionally entering your pussy. 

On one trip around, my finger steals some of your juices from you sopping wet pussy and rakes them upward to coat your lovely asshole in juices. My fingers circle around your rectum gently, almost tickling and exciting the bundles of nerve endings there. This continues for a minute or two and suddenly, more swats. This time, ten or twelve rain down and by the time it's over, you wonder if you're going to cry. 

"Enough?" I ask. "Have you paid your penance for coming when not allowed, lover?"

"Maybe just a little more, Sir? I really shouldn't have come, I was being selfish." You say. 

I nod my head up and down, understanding that you need to purge this feeling and happy to help. My hand, caressing around the lovely button of your asshole this entire time, stops briefly. You grind your ass up against me, missing the lovely feelings that my fingers were giving you, both in your pussy and your ass. The vibrator, still bouncing gently inside of you, is building another wave of powerful orgasms, but this time you're sure you can control it. 

Finally, I bring down the last series of swats. Unmercifully, I deliver blow after blow, each stinging and you unable to get away, are forced to endure. You do, knowing that you've paid and paid well. You've atoned. Despite your burning flesh on your ass, you radiate waves of satisfaction and pleasure. You're entering that headspace again, where you don't think, you only enjoy the feelings. 

And right now, the feeling you're enjoying is my fingers entering you; one in your pussy and another, slick with your juices, in your ass. Both fingers are inside of you, nearly touching while I slide them gently in and out of you. You groan in pleasure and push back, hard, against my fingers. 

"Baby, you are so sexy. I wish you could see your ass right now. It's bright red, glowing almost, and everything is slick with your love juices. My fingers sliding in and out of you look so damn good." I continue my fingering for a moment and then ask you to rise. 

You do and we embrace, wrapping ourselves in each other's arms and feeling a closeness that belies our short time together. 

I lead you back to the bed and we strip the blankets off making a palate on the floor for further activities. We lay together and cuddle for a while, allowing you to settle back into your own skin. Mercifully, I have turned the vibrator off, allowing you to catch your breath. 

After a time, you pull your head off of my chest and look up. "Sir, is it my turn now? Can I taste you, please?"

My eyes widen with pleasure. I almost glow and say "You are a little slut aren't you? Such a sexy little thing, just wanting some dick. Is that right?"

You almost purr as my words hit you. Such joy, finally being allowed to be everything you've ever wanted, not being judged, in fact, being exalted for being what you are; reveling in your own sexiness. You nod your head up and down a smile creeping onto your face.

Cuddling you tightly against me, I lean in for a kiss... long, slow and passionate. I place my mouth against your neck, at your shoulders and say, gently, so low you almost feel it vice hearing it..."you are my little slut though, aren't you?"

You know, without a doubt, that you are mine. Your eyes do the answering for you, your lips finding mine and hungrily stealing the kisses you so desperately need. Passion flows between us and, ending the kiss, you slide your way down. You grasp me in your hands, feeling the size and length. You wonder how much you can really get in, it's longer than you originally thought. 

Determined to give it your best, you open your mouth and slide your tongue out and around the head, tasting. Precome slides out and you lick it up, quickly tasting the slightly salty flavor and deciding that it's pretty good. You take me into your mouth, sliding several inches down and begin working your oral magic. Your tongue circles my head and you bob up and down, each time you come up applying suction, knowing that the pressure you're causing is exquisite to me. 

I moan and grab double handfuls of the comforter we're lying on. You continue your efforts, pleased to see such a strong reaction from me. I only allow you to continue for a couple of minutes before I stop you. 

"Ma'am, you're going to make me come doing that and I'm not quite ready to come yet. Lay down on the bed" I instruct. You do. "Now slide your head off the edge of the bed and spread your legs for me." You do. 

I settle myself on top of you, my dick within easy reach of your waiting mouth and your pussy spread and waiting in front of me. I support my weight with my arms so you are free to move as you need.

You begin your oral ministrations again, deciding to make a game out of trying to make me come. Maybe it'll be your turn to spank me?! Meanwhile, I place my mouth onto your pussy, almost French kissing you as my tongue slides around and into you. 

You can tell that I enjoy my work here. I leave no part unlicked, my tongue working from the top of your clit, down to the base of your pussy, side to side and in and out. I pay special attention to your clit, running circles around it with the tip of my tongue. I slide the now well used vibrator out of you and replace it with my fingers, again working to hit your G-spot while my tongue dances around and on your clit. I quickly bring you to a crashing orgasm, your body thrashing against mine and your pussy exploding juices. I laugh and pause.

"Lover, you're the first squirter I've ever been with. Wow. That may be the sexiest thing I've ever seen." You beam around my dick, again amazed at the instant acceptance and adoration you're receiving for just being you. Years of supression, hiding what you have always yearned to be melt away. Tonight, you're unbridled by society's view of right and wrong and everything just feels... right.

We return to work on one another, our tongues racing to bring each other to orgasm first. I win; several times. I don't seem so upset by the loss, though

Finally I separate us, ready to move to a new position. Instructing you to get on all fours, I kneel behind you. Your ass is still glowing and very hot; easy to tell as I rub my hands all over it. You moan, knowing that, finally, you'll get your wish of being fucked.

I grab hold of my dick and slide my head to the entrance of your pussy. Your juices are still flowing and it's obvious you are more than ready. I move the head of my dick up and down a couple of times, hitting your clit and then almost entering you. Finally, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, I slide my dick into you. I bottom out, my pelvis inseparable from your luscious bottom. I reach down and cup your breasts, pulling you upright so your back melds into my chest. My arms wrap around you, hugging you tight against me, joining us bodily in every possible way. 

I groan against you and you purr back. Leaving my left hand up high to cup your breasts, my right hand makes its way southward to find your clit. I begin moving in and out of you, slowly, deeply thrusting inside of you. Your pussy spasms around me causing me waves of pleasure reflected in my hands moving over you. Circular, our passion rises together.

Minutes pass as we continue to slide our bodies over one another. Animal noises and sex smells permeate the room. It's like a little slice of heaven.

"Mmmm, Pet, you're going to make me come", I say as I'm bottoming out inside of you. "But, not this way. I want to fuck you, face to face first and then, I want to come in your mouth and have you swallow every drop."

"Ohhhh, yes Sir!" comes the joyful reply. 

With that, I pull out of you and spin you around. Kissing you, my hand finds its way to your pussy and plays with your clit. I lay you down and move between your legs. Pausing, I lavish some oral affection on your breasts, licking and biting roughly as you moan against me. I clamp down on your nipples, roughly biting them and eliciting groans of pleasure from you. Finally I slide back into you and begin fucking you, fast and furious. I pause a couple of time to kiss you, passion flaring up between us. You come a couple of times, your pussy squirting repeatedly at each orgasm. 

Finally, nearing orgasm, I tell you to spin around. You comply and I slide you down so your head hangs just off the bed. 

"Sweetie, you said you've been curious about deep throating. Tonight, you find out." I say. With that, I slide my dick into your mouth. 

Upside down, you find that it's a bit easier to take me deep. But, my length works against me here and you struggle. You work at it, sucking and bobbing your head up to meet me. I'm thrusting down and in, groaning and enjoying the heat and wetness of your mouth. Nearing orgasm, I start pushing in a bit harder, a bit deeper. I get all but about two inches in and you're pleased at how well you're doing. It's rough, but you want to do it, knowing the pleasure it will bring me. 

I'm sliding in and out and you are sucking, able to tell that I'm nearing my end. You reach up with both hands and grab my hips as if to pull me in even deeper. Suddenly, I'm in. All the way in. I groan, the tightness of your throat overwhelming what little control I have left. I unload, coming deep inside of your throat while you work to swallow every drop. I groan, shudder and shake. Moans and other unidentifiable noises verify my pleasure. Struggling to stay upright, I finally wind my way down from an incredibly powerful orgasm. 

Smiling, I slide out of your still sucking mouth, shuddering in pleasure the entire time. I kneel down over you, lean in and kiss you deeply. 



The Meeting



***** indicates a switch in the Point of View between Taylor and Xavier.



My name is Taylor, and I'm on my way to meet my new sub. We met online, and after a few chats, I deemed him worthy of meeting in person. He sounds like a real dork, but luckily I like dorks. I love that look of innocence they have, the awkward glances at my lovely ass and breasts. And I adore the look of surprise when I order them to start kissing my ass. Then, my favorite part- the look of terror and disgust when I rip a huge fart in their face when they're working so hard to please me....

*****

My name is Xavier, and I'm kinda new to the whole online dating scene. I dated some girls in college, but ever since graduation I've been looking for something... new. Something more... intense. I'd had girlfriends who'd done anal, and gotten some blowjobs, but I want something more... intimate. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but maybe Taylor is the one who can show me. We'd chatted online for a while, and she finally agreed to meet up. She really made me work for it though. I'd sent her 3-4 emails a day for several weeks before she thought I was serious enough to meet. We agreed to meet at Alfredo's Pizza Cafe downtown for dinner, and see where things went from there. She said to be there at 7:00PM sharp.

*****

I arrived at about 7:40, and took a quick look around the place. It was pretty full, but Xavier stuck out. Tall, thin, with those goofy black rim glasses that just scream "Ask me about me IT career!" He looks like a lot of the guys I've met on fetish dating sites, but there's something alluring about him. I've made him wait for almost an hour, and he looks like he couldn't be happier. I walk over to introduce myself...

*****

"Hi, I'm Taylor. You must be Xavier?"

Oh, she's shorter than I expected, but everything else looks like the pictures we exchanged. I was stunned by how an attractive young black woman was even interested in a guy like me. I glanced down at her exposed legs, and was amazed at her beautiful, smooth legs. They looked so soft, and I immediately imagined caressing them. I realized I was staring, so I quickly raised my gaze, though not before checking out her petite tits which were peaking out from beneath her dress. Finally, I met her eyes, and discovered her gorgeous face. Her big, bright eyes seemed to glean with a mix seductive lust and... something else. Impatience, perhaps?

"Sorry I'm late. I was at the gym and lost track of time. Have you ordered yet?" she said.

"No, I didn't want to be rude. What would you like to eat?"

"Hmm.... let me look at the menu."

She browsed the menu for a while, finally deciding on ravioli with a side of eggplant parmesan. I ordered the penne chicken and a pint of beer. She rustled around in her purse for a while, and we began to talk.

*****

Damn.... It's not in here. I must have left my Lactaid pills at home. Oh, well. I may be a bit bloated until we get back to my place, but then I'll be let my gas out. I can't wait to get this boy home and stick his face under my ass and let 'em rip! I didn't shower after the gym, and I worked up a real sweat. Lord, my ass must stink! Before I get to do that, we have to make it through this dinner though.

"So, that's why the IT industry is in such a state of flux right now..."

Ugh. This is so boring! I need to spice things up. Hmm... I think I've got an idea...

*****

"So, um, what do you like to do?" I stumbled through my words, and really didn't know what to say or do. I wanted to say "You're so beautiful!" but that was all I could muster. After a few more awkward attempts at conversation, a light seemed to go on in Taylor's eyes. Maybe she's finally warming up to me?

"I have to use the bathroom." She said.

"Oh. Uh, I think it's around the corner, right next to the kitchen."

"Perfect! I'll be back in a little while."

Hopefully I can think of something better to say before she gets back.

*****

I've got a plan to spice up dinner. A glorious plan! I head back to the where the bathrooms are, but instead of going in to ladies room, I quickly dart back into the kitchen. Back there, I see a young man, maybe in his early twenties, cooking food.

"Hey stud, where's the food for table 23?

He glanced over to 2 plates near the stove. Penne chicken, ravioli, and eggplant parmesan. I took a 20 out of my wallet and slipped it in his hand.

"Take a walk, handsome."

Once he'd left, I grabbed the plate with the penne chicken and the glass of beer. I took off my underwear, which were still wet from all the sweating I'd done at the gym. Then, I put the plate penne chicken on the floor. Squatting over it, I remembered what a good time I had last night after the club with... Julio was it? Or maybe Jules? Whoever he was, he sure had a lot of cum! I stuck my fingers into my wet hole, and scooped out the contents from last nights escapades into his penne chicken. Then, realizing I really did need to pee, I moved my sights onto his beer. But not before squirting a few drops onto his meal.

Picking up his beer, I took a huge gulp. Bleh! How does he drink this swill? I'm doing him a favor... Then, I placed the glass on the ground, and began squatting again. I drank a whole lot of water at the gym, and it was time to pee! I squatted right over his glass, and began filling the rest of the glass with my piss. Ew, and it was that smelly kind of piss. The kind that's bright yellow, not the clear kind. I hope he enjoys his tasty treat!

I stood up, and on my way out told the cook to send our food over. The look on his face was priceless!

*****

Finally, she's back! But I still haven't found something interesting to say! Oh well... at least the food is here now. Before I start my meal, I reach down for a sip of my beer. Yuck! This is awful!! It's kinda warm, and tastes really bitter and salty... I've never tasted anything like this! I begin to raise my hand to summon the waiter, but Taylor quickly grabs my arm and shoves it back down. She leans over the table until her mouth is right next to my ear.

"I took a piss in your beer. And in your food. I want to watch you consume all of it. When you're done, we'll head back to my place and I'll show you just how much you've been missing."

She leans back in her chair with a sly, seductive gaze.

"Eat up, now!"

I stare at her, speechless. I don't know what to do, what to say. I feel my face flushing... But I don't feel angry. I feel... strangely aroused. I feel my cock in my pants getting harder and harder as I smell the strong smell of her piss in my drink. She motions to my drink with her eyes, and says "why don't you start with your drink?" I lift up the glass, and try to take a whiff without attracting too much attention. Wow! That is some strong piss! Does she really expect me to drink all of it? Her eyes are wide with anticipation, indicating that the answer is a definitive "Yes."

I lift the drink to my lips, and begin to sip. I almost gagged at the bitter taste, but I kept trying. How could she do this to me? The arrogance she displayed made me feel so powerless. Should I really keep drinking her piss? I began to move the glass away from my lips, but she quickly grabbed my free hand, and used the other to tip the glass back to my mouth.

"All of it. I want you to drink all of my piss. If you don't, you won't get your surprise!"

My surprise? What could it be? Well, I had wanted something more intense, and it looked like I was going to get it. I took a deep breath, and poured the rest of her pee down my throat. Fighting the urge to gag and puke, I finished off the glass. When it was done, I held the glass upside down to make sure I got every last drop.

Taylor looked at me and smiled. "Very good. Now eat your food. I only peed a few drops in it, so it should be easy."

I was glad to be done drinking her piss. Or was I glad because Taylor was pleased? I could feel an excitement bubbling up inside of me that I had never felt before. It was a pride in my obedience to this seductive, sexy mistress that made me feel like I was glowing. She really valued me! I quickly wolfed down my penne chicken. I couldn't really taste the pee that much, but I think they used some sort of odd tasting mozzarella cheese that I hadn't tried before.

Taylor finished her food, and I was quite eager to see what my surprise was going to be. "Time to go. I have plans for you tonight."

*****

Whoa! That ravioli and eggplant parm were doing a number on my gastrointestinal system! I could feel myself bloating up, and I really needed to let this gas out. Xavier had left his car in a garage, and we were driving back to my place in my car. It's summertime, so it was still somewhat warm out. He rolled the window down, without my permission, which is a big no-no in my book. He needed to be taught a lesson. Maybe there's a way to kill two birds with one stone.

*****

"I didn't say you could roll the windows down." Taylor said, after a long silence that had made me feel even more nervous than I already was. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Just don't do it again." She said, rolling my window back up and locking the doors. Then I heard it. *brrrrp* Did she just...fart? No, it must've been the car. I tried to think of something to say.

"Hey, have you seen any good..." I started. "Stop talking and soak in the atmosphere."

Huh. Well, I guess that takes care of that problem. No more trying to come up with conversation to fill the silence. Then I heard it again. *brrrrrrrrrrrrrp* *hissssssss* This time it was obviously not the car. She had let two huge farts rip, and with the windows rolled down there was no escape. I don't know why, but I felt myself getting hard again. What the hell is going on? I saw her move her hand, and I thought she was going to roll the windows back down, but instead the turned the AC off, leaving me to absorb all the gas she chose to expel until we arrived at her place. "We're here! Hope you enjoyed the ride!" She giggled and unlocked the doors, and led me up to her apartment.

******

Lord, that car stank! He hasn't run yet, and I saw a bulge in his pants, so I think he may be a keeper. Now it's time for the really fun stuff!

When we get upstairs, I open the door and lead him into the bedroom. I sit down on the bed and get comfortable.

"Take my boots off."

He grins a goofy grin, and doing his best to look cute, replies "what's the magic word?"

"NOW."

That wiped the smirk off his face, but his pants show that he's still excited. As he's getting the boots off, I ask "do you have any condoms?"

"Uh...yeah, I think I've got a few in my wallet."

"Good."

*****

Condoms? Are we just going to have some vanilla sex? Or maybe anal? I thought Taylor was different... I was really hoping for a new experience.

"Socks too. I didn't change them after I went to the gym, so they should be pretty rank and juicy."

I reached down, but she grabbed my arm before I could start.

"No. Don't use your hands. Use your mouth. I want you to have to suck on my stinky toes and pull off my sweaty socks with your teeth, your mouth, your tongue... And before you do that, just bend down and take a nice big whiff!"

Without thinking, I immediately bent down and took a deep breath through my nose, letting the pungent aroma fill my nose. I took her foot into my mouth, and used my tongue to begin pulling her sock. With her dirty sock in my mouth, I could taste the salty sweat that seemed to soak every inch of her sock. How long was she at the gym? She must have been wearing these for a few days because the smell and taste were almost overpowering. I looked up, and saw that her eyes were lit up with excitement.

*****

Mmmm..... It felt so good to have my feet in his mouth! Now that's dedication! I hadn't changed my socks in 5 days, and I could smell them here. That, plus the fact that I hadn't showered after the gym, meant that he was the kind of sub I was looking for. It's time for the next step.

Once he got my socks off, I rolled them up and put them on the bed.

"Take off your clothes."

Without a word, Xavier obediently disrobed and stood naked in front of my. His erect penis throbbed, and I could see he really want to stroke it.

"No touching yourself! Now, give me your condoms and lie on the bed with your knees bent."

He bent over to retrieve his condoms from his wallet, and then following my instructions and proceeded to the bed.

"Good boy. You've been so obedient! You deserve a treat."

*****

As I lay on the bed, I had no idea what was coming next. Were we going to fuck? Is that why she wanted the condoms?

But instead of putting the condom on, she took off her clothes and stood over me. Looking down at me, I saw eyes filled with lust and anticipation.

"You've got a really pretty face. I'm going to love sticking it in my ass."

Then, without warning, she quickly spun around and lowered her ass onto my face. She sat for what must been at least a minute. I could feel myself running out of oxygen and I started to panic. My arms began to flail, but she quickly grabbed them and used her leverage to keep them still. Oh my god... this is it. I'm going to die until this beautiful woman's butt! Just as I was about to lose it, she leaned forward to let me breath. I sucked in air, trying to catch my breath after my smothering.

*brrrrrrp*

As I lay there helpless, gasping for air, Taylor had let another huge fart rip right in my face. I coughed, the putrid aroma filling my depleted lungs. How could she do this to me? How could anyone do this to someone?

In spite of this, ,I could still feel myself getting harder and harder.

"Good boy! You liked that, didn't you? Well, now it's time to make good use of that pretty face. I want you to eat out my pussy until I cum!"

She repositioned herself with her pussy right over my mouth. I used my tongue to explore the moist depths. I tasted the saltiness that must have been a result of not taking a shower after her workout, and nearly exploded. It tasted so...Good! She bore down on my mouth, and began grinding her pussy on my mouth.

"Mmmmmm...... Yeah, suck on my clit, boy! I'm not moving my ass til you make me cum!"

As she heaved herself up and down on my mouth, I had a sudden realization of where my nose was positioned. About one centimeter in front of it was her puckered anus, and just when I realized where it was I heard it.

*hisssssssss*

A burst of pungent air exploded out of her ass, right into my nose. At the same time, she bore down harder on my mouth, making it impossible to breath through it. I had to breath through my nose, meaning I had to smell everything that came out of her ass. 

"C'mon, suck it up fart boy! I didn't take my Lactaid pill, and all that cheese I ate for dinner is really doing a number on me. I can fart on your face all night!"

*BBBBRRRPPPPPP*

This one was even stronger than before! It smelled like rotten eggs and cabbage. I struggled to free myself, but she used her leverage to keep me in place.

"Hey! It looks like you're ready for your surprise!"

At that, she took my left hand and moved it over to the side of the bed where there were hand restraints. How did I miss those? She did the same with my right hand, and then took out the condoms.

"Are you ready?"

"MMMRREHHH" I replied from under her ass.

"I'll take that as a yes!"

I thought that she was going to put the condom on my cock, but instead she took out a 6 inch dildo from a drawer right next to her bed. She put the condom on the dildo, and lubed it up.

"Ok! Here it comes big boy!"

"MMMRROOOOHH!" I tried to speak up again from under her ass, but all I got for a reply was a quick *pooot* and heavier grinding.

She took the dildo in one hand, and with the other lifted one of my legs, then quickly slid the dildo into my tight anus. I fought back tears from the pain and humiliation of it, and she continued to pump the dildo into my ass while rubbing her pussy into my mouth.

"Hey! Keep sucking my clit or I'll have to bust out my 10 inch dildo!"

Fear for my anus, I sucked her clit harder and faster than I'd ever done before.

"MMmmmmmm.... Yeah, that's it. Keep going like that!" she cried out.

While she was rocking back and forth on my face, she was also letting out some of the rankest farts I'd ever smelled.

*BBBRRRRPPPPPP* *HISSSSSSS* *PBBBBBBBBT*

They just kept coming, one after another. In between her long, smelly farts she would lean back, shoving my nose right up into her anus and cutting off my air until she had to let another one go. I kept licking her clit like my life depended on it, hearing her moan with pleasure. As she grinded, the glorious globes of her butt kept crashing down on my face, smothering me in her sweaty aroma.

*PBBBBT*  *BRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP*

The farts kept getting louder and smellier, and I wondered how long I could keep this up. How much gas can one girl have? Immersed in her backside, her pussy juice began running down the sides of my mouth as she steadily picked up speed. Back and forth, back and forth, she really started putting her hips into it. I felt her begin to stiffen up, and she quickly shoved my nose back into her anus as her body quaked with an enormous orgasm. She dug her nails into my chest as she exploded into my mouth, filling my mouth with her cum. As she squirted into my mouth, I felt her sphincter relax and let out a huge fart.

*BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP*

I couldn't take it anymore. I came too, and felt the cum shoot out in thick streams.

"Mmmmmmm....... Good work, fart boy. I know I said I'd let you up, but this is a bit too comfy. I think I'll sleep like this."

And with that, she laid down, keeping my face in my ass.

I needed to get up and stretch a bit after all that.

"Um, do you think I could...."

"NO! No more talking tonight. I have even more surprises in store for you tomorrow."

And with that, she picked up the rank, smelly socks that she had put on the bed earlier and stuck them in my mouth. Then she plopped her ass back down on my face and let one more silent fart fill my nostrils with her pungent aroma before falling asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED...



The Meeting



I slide the keycard into the slot, the light blinks green. Pushing the door open I am engulfed in darkness with only the nighttime city lights beyond shining through the 11th floor window creating a silhouette of a woman sitting in a chair. The door latches behind me eliminating the hall light making the room even darker. Just standing there letting my imagination run wild, trying to think of what to say, the figure stands up revealing a gorgeous figure draped in what appears to be some sort of sheer material. The figure begins to walk towards me; my heart begins to pound, instantly thinking back to the countless chat conversation we had. The way we got to know each other from the silly things of the type of music we like the honest revelations of our innermost desires, and how we surprisingly had similar fantasies.

As the figure reaches me a wafting of jasmine washes over me, my heart skips a beat and then begins to pound even harder literally making it audibly noticeable. She is now standing in front of me, but we never touch. In the darkness I can feel her eyes piercing mine, I can feel the warmth of her lips near mine, the desire to reach out and grab her becomes intense, but we don't. We continue to experience the presence of each other, experiencing what it's like to be near each other after such a long time of knowing each other through written word.

After what feel like hours but may have only been minutes I feel her lips moving closer. My heart is beating so hard it becomes difficult to control my breathing, but I lean in ever so slowly as well, until our lips barely touch. That minute impact immediately told us that every thought we previously shared, every fantasy that told us we were a complete match, was immediately confirmed.

In one motion my body lunges into hers, my hands reach behind her lifting her into the air and pulling her into me so that she wraps her legs around my waist. Her hands, her fingers run through my hair as our kiss quickly turns into a deep passionate kiss. My body turns and steps to the wall, gently slamming her into the wall. The soft thud becomes a turn on for us both. Putting her feet back on the ground, she is now pinned between my body and the wall.

Her hands roam my body looking for every button, every zipper, my belt, undoing it all in one motion pulling my clothes to the floor, leaving only my black boxer briefs on. My hands in a similar fashion explore her body as to undress her, only finding the belt for her sheer robe like cover and the straps running over her hips holding her thong on. Pulling the belt the sheer robe falls to the floor.

Our kisses continue in a soft deep manner, learning all about each other in ever kiss. My kiss moves from her lips, down her neck, between her breasts. Her hands rise back to my hair, running her fingers from the base to the top then gripping my hair tight almost to the point where she is pulling my hair. With minimal pressure I can feel her pushing my head further down her body. My body continues down forcing me to my knees. I begin to kneel on my right knee, lifting my left knee up so my left foot is on the ground.

My hands run over her feet, and then my nails run up her leg from her ankles, up her thighs under my fingers slide under the thin strip over her hip for her panties. My face is gently forced into her satin covered pussy, feeling her wetness through her panties, smelling that incredibly intoxicating smell of a woman, instantly making more erect than I have ever been. With my fingers gripped on the straps of her thong, I begin to slide them down her legs. With her panties off, I lift her left foot and place it on my right knee instantly exposing her warm clit to the cool air brushing across her clit. As her foot is placed on my knee I feel the point of her high heels dig slightly into my knee, adding to the whole erotic experience.

With her clit exposed to the cool air, my tongue begins to slide between her wet warm lips, letting them part for me to gently nibble and suck on her clit. After several minutes of enjoying her warm pussy in my mouth, how she tastes, how she smells, I begin to feel her knees getting weak. Knowing she is about to cum, I slide my body back up so I am standing in front of her. She begins to lick my lips, tasting herself on me, making our kisses become even more passionate. I pick her up once again and walk to the bed, throwing her on the mattress so her body bounces a little with the force of the landing.

I begin to crawl over her body, her legs spread wide, pussy already getting swollen from before, she reaches down to meet my cock as it slide closer. Without hesitation she guides the tip of my cock between her lips and it slides deep into her. With my body now positioned over hers, I pull her hands above her head, pinning them down; I begin to kiss her again, just letting my cock keep deep in her.

In almost perfect rhythm, we both begin to barely move our hips, making my cock slide in and out of her. Between our kisses I can feel her soft moans sliding out of her mouth. She then rolls us over so that she is now riding me, grinding herself deep into me. With her hand reaching back onto my thighs and her back arched in becomes pure bliss bringing me and her to an intense climax all at once.

I begin to cum, filling her pussy with my cum; so much it begins to ooze out around my cock. Bringing her hands back in front of her, she crawls further up my body, straddling over my face. Her knees pinning my face and pussy mere inches above my face, she begins to squeeze, squeezing her pussy letting all my cum drip from her pussy to my lips. Then lowering her pussy onto my mouth I lick her clit once again, tasting her pussy and my cum, mixing all in my mouth.

It becomes such an incredible erotic experience she cums again. There are now her juices and my cum dipping down my chin, down my neck.

Falling down, her body is lifelessly covering mine, the hot, sticky, warm bodies become intertwined in an amazingly comfortable ball allowing us to fall asleep, both thinking what the next day will have in store for us...