1 comments/ 13018 views/ 0 favorites The Stone By: The Stone Tom could tell how aroused I was and when he stepped away from me the grin I had come to know and anticipate had returned to his face. Then I saw a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and wondered what he had in store for me. My curiosity was soon satisfied when he briskly removed my panties and then fell to his knees before he buried his face between my legs. I cried out with shock and with pleasure as he expertly lapped at my pussy lips and then buried his tongue even deeper inside to flick my clitoris. Within seconds my hips were shoving forward, trying to get more of that delicious stimulation and soon he concentrated all his efforts on those few millimeters of flesh and nerves. Lips, tongue and teeth all joined together in a frenetic ballet and danced over my clit. I felt his hands reach up and spread me open even wider and his thumb pulled back the hood so he could lavish attention on even those spots that were normally hidden. I could feel an orgasm welling up inside me. The tension grew quickly and I moved my hips even faster. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, when I was poised on the precipice, I felt him pull away and I let my disappointment be heard. My outburst was met with a hard slap on my hip. "Presumptuous slut, aren't you?" he asked. "Sir?" There were tears in my eyes and my voice was choked. "You belong to me tonight. That means your orgasms belong to me as well. You'll cum when I decide it's time to and not one second before. I think you need to learn a lesson in obedience." I could only imagine what was going to happen next and my worst fears were confirmed. Tom sat on the side of the bed and then maneuvered me onto his lap. I was simply mortified. No one had pulled me across their knees for a spanking since I was a child. I tensed and tried to keep my legs straight and together in an effort to prepare myself but that didn't help. The first blow stunned me so much that I jerked and all thoughts of posture and preparation left my head. Within a few swats I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I don't know if it was from the pain or from the humiliation but as soon as he heard me take a ragged gasp of air, he quit and then gathered me up tightly in his arms. "Shhhhhhhhh," he whispered trying to calm me. "Was it really that bad?" He stroked my hair and gently rubbed my back to ease my trembling and as I settled down a bit I realized that it really wasn't so bad. In fact, I was surprised to note that I was actually aroused. My juices had started flowing again and I could feel the blood rushing to my genitals. "No, sir, it wasn't so bad." "I thought not. In fact, I'd guess that you actually enjoyed it." How he knew that was beyond me. Near as I could tell, I was showing no outward signs of arousal. I wasn't so wet that I was dripping onto his lap. While I was breathing a little heavily, that could just as easily be attributed to the spanking I'd just received. But the truth was that it didn't matter how he knew. He was right. "Yes, sir, I did." That beautiful grin cut across his face again and warmed me down to my toes. "I thought you would. Now, let's have some more fun. I want you to go in the other room and sit on the desk." I viewed the desk suspiciously while walking into the other room, having a good idea of what he had in mind, and wondered if it would take the abuse we were about to inflict on it. As I cautiously climbed up, it seemed sturdy enough, so long as we didn't get too carried away. "Now spread your legs like a good girl," he instructed and I instantly complied. I watched in awe as he removed his shirt. His pectoral muscles were well defined and while he didn't have the famous six-pack abs, it was apparent that he worked to keep himself fit. I felt like a real slouch by comparison and desperately wanted to cover myself but couldn't find a way to do it effectively. Then he unfastened his belt and slid off his pants and briefs in one swift move. He'd kicked off his shoes earlier so they were no hindrance to his stripping. He made quick work of his socks as well and soon was standing naked before me. My eyes feasted on the sight before me. His cock was very hard, the head almost purple with the amount of blood that was flowing there. And it was as large as I had suspected it would be and thick as well, which was something that I hadn't guess from seeing him on the webcam. Looking beyond that I noticed his balls were also large and heavy, pulling down the sack as if a large weight were hanging from it. His thighs were also well muscled and I knew that the two miles a day he'd been running had paid off huge dividends. He might make self-deprecating remarks about being an 'old man' but he looked like a remarkable specimen to me. My face must have reflected my thoughts as I stared at him for he grinned at me again. "You like what you see, don't you?" "Very much, " I said with an answering grin. "Good, then you just lean back a bit, keep those legs spread and I'll show you that if feels even better than it looks." I did as he instructed and was rewarded with the feeling of his cock rubbing up and down my pussy lips. I was still very wet from the earlier stimulation and now there was virtually no friction, just lots of intense stimulation. My head fell backwards and I moaned loudly as he concentrated his efforts on my clit. The feeling of an impending orgasm welling up within me again, I began shoving my hips even further forward, trying to get more stimulation. "Ooh, she's a hungry little slut. Hungry for her Master's cock." "Oh God, yes, please, Sir. Fuck me with your cock. Fill me with it." "Let's see if you're really ready first." He stepped back away from me and slid one finger into my dripping wet cut with no resistance. After wiggling that around for a few minutes he added a second and then a third and I felt like I was going to be split in two. "Ooh, you're tight. I'm not sure I'll be able to fit in you." "Please, sir," I begged, "please try. I want your cock so badly." "Well, since you asked so nicely... " He never finished the sentence and the next sensation I felt was him slowly begin to penetrate me. I took several deep breaths to try to relax and let his long, thick cock slide in easier. To his credit, he took his time and didn't try to just slam it into me, but this millimeter by millimeter approach was incredibly frustrating. I was, however, already sitting on the edge of the desk and didn't dare try to move forward any further. "Oh please, don't torture me like this. Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me hard." That was all he needed to hear. With one fierce thrust he was buried deep inside me and I gasped with the sensation. I expected him to begin pound my pussy but instead he slowly withdrew until he was almost completely out and then rammed his cock back inside me. Over and over I withstood this pounding, slowly and methodically he made sure that I felt every inch of him. My eyes closed and I let myself sink down into this sensation. When I opened them again, he was grinning at me and I could tell he had something else in mind but I didn't ask. I knew I'd find out soon enough. He reached down between us and delicately opened up my pussy lips with his fingers, stretching them as widely as his cock stretched my cunt. I felt him withdraw from me completely and I nearly whimpered in frustration but remembered what happened the last time I complained and firmly held myself in check. His fingers reached deep inside me, where his cock and just left and this time three didn't seem so bad. In fact I was quite comfortable. As he withdrew his hand, he brought out some of my juices and spread them upward over my clit. It was a marvelously sensuous feeling and I nearly purred in delight. Then he held me open again with his fingers and slammed his cock deep inside me. This time his pace was faster and more even. There were no long slow strokes followed by hard fast ones. Just a nice steady rhythm while he held me wide open. I had relaxed more and was going with the flow when I felt something else. Though his fingers were holding me wide apart, now his thumb pulled the lips upward, exposing me even more. I saw him look down and I blushed as he stared at his handiwork. It was apparent from the look on his face that he was enjoying what he was seeing and even though the sensations were amazing, I was still embarrassed to be so exposed. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, trying to erase the image of his lascivious stare and concentrate only on the amazing feelings he was causing to course through me. Just when I had relaxed enough to get into the groove, he changed tactics on me again. While his right thumb still held me open, the left one began rubbing my clit. At first it was a slow and gentle stroke, not much more than a caress. Then his touch grew more firm, pressing in against me and dragging it across that highly sensitized nub. Before I knew what was happening I was in the throws of a wild orgasm. My body was convulsing like I was having a seizure. The wildest and most unfamiliar noises came from my throat and it all felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. What was even more amazing was that Tom was matching me thrust for thrust and managed to hold me securely despite the fact that he was in the throws of his own climax. When our shudders finally stopped, he held me close and kissed my neck softly then nuzzled my ear. "I think I once promised you three of those if we ever got together," he whispered. I remembered that conversation instantly. It had been a night when we'd both been heavy into 'flirt mode' and he had told me some of the things he'd like to do with me if we ever met. Multiple orgasms had been mentioned and, in the spirit of honesty, I doubted my ability to achieve such a goal. He, however, had been supremely confident both in his own abilities and in, as he called it, my innate sensuality. "Yes, you did," I managed to agree, despite the fact that I was still panting. "One down, two to go." "Oh my God," I groaned. "I'm completely wiped out and you're thinking of more? Sweets, I'll do whatever you like to get you off again if you want but I'm done for the night." He stepped back, took my face in his hands and looked straight into my eyes. "I'm a man of my word. Besides, you said you probably wouldn't even have one. Now you've passed that point and you were on the verge of one earlier. Why do you doubt yourself?" I didn't want to tell him that the only time I'd ever had a second orgasm was with my vibrator, and that I'd burned the motor out that night. "It's just never happened before." "Before the turn of the century, no man had ever achieved powered flight. But in 1903 the Wright brothers did it. And now people fly form continent to continent every day. Just because it hasn't been done, doesn't mean it can't be. And besides, didn't I tell you that I was going to show you where your G-spot was?" As a matter of fact, he had but that didn't necessarily mean that I was going to have an orgasm. "Yes," I agreed cautiously. "Well then, tell ya what. You go lie down on the bed on your tummy and let Doctor Tom take care of the rest." Still suspicious, I complied. He steadied me as I scooted off the desk and made sure that my legs were going to actually walk me to the other room before he let go of me. Though my legs were still a bit shaky, I managed to walk to the other room without help and watched as he walked into the bathroom. I lay down on the bed and listened to the noises he was making. It sounded like he was searching for something in a bag and I looked up as he came back to the room but didn't see anything out of order. I put my head back done on my folded arms and just waited for him. I felt the bed give under his weight as he sat down next to me. For a long time he simply rubbed my thighs and calves and watched me as I sank deeper into a relaxed, almost dream-like state. I was nearly asleep when I felt him move and gently take hold of my right ankle. "Spread your legs, Lindsey," he said quietly, "and scoot up further on the bed." Gathering my strength, I complied with his request, repositioning myself and when I raised up to do it, he quickly spread a towel under me. When I felt the weight on the mattress shift, I knew that he had also moved and was now between my legs. He continued to stroke my thighs but now concentrated his efforts on the upper and inner portion of the leg, occasionally brushing his hand up against my outer lips. There was nothing inherently sexual about his touch but it was deeply sensual. I gave a soft moan of appreciation and began to relax again. He must have taken that as a sign since right after that he quit rubbing my legs all together and shifted his focus to my pussy. For what felt like a long time, he simply rubbed and 'massaged', starting with the outer lips and then moving to the inner ones. I moaned a little louder this time for I had never felt anything quite like this. He stopped for a moment and when he started again, I felt something cool and wet on his fingers and knew he'd used some sort of lubricant. Frankly I felt that after what we'd just been through, I was wet enough but I was too relaxed to argue with him. He, however, noticed that I tensed a bit when I felt the gel against my tender parts. "Relax Lindsey, this is just going to make it easier for us." Easy for him to say. He'd done this before. I, however, had no idea of what was about to happen. So far he'd been right about one thing. Everything thing he'd done had ultimately brought me pleasure so I took a deep breath and put my trust back in him. I felt one finger being inserted into my cunt and then another one. The lubricant, combined with my own juices made sure there was absolutely no friction, just as easy effortless glide. For a moment, he didn't move but simply allowed me to get used to the feeling of his fingers inside me. I wriggled a bit and let my legs open wider. "Okay," I breathed; feeling mentally prepared for whatever was about to occur. "Good girl. You're going to like this, really," he said as he slowly moved his fingers around. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell by his movements that he was in deep concentration, paying attention to every fold of skin that he touched. And then I felt something different. It was intensely pleasurable but in a way that was completely foreign to me. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "Yes," he confirmed. "I knew you'd like that. Now just relax and let me do the work here." I didn't realize until that moment that I had not only tensed in reaction to this new stimulus, but I was also moving my pelvis in a way I thought would increase the pleasure. It took three deep breaths and a few more calming words from Tom before I was completely relaxed again but now I was prepared for the sensations that were about to be released in me. Or so I thought. As he continued to manipulate that small area inside me I could feel a pressure building. It wasn't the usual pre-orgasmic tension that I normally felt but something far more intimate and embarrassing. I didn't want to say anything but I knew I had to. "Please stop, Tom. I've got to go to the bathroom." He just chuckled and continued to rub. This time reaching deeper and dragging his fingers across that spot as he pulled them out. "Really, I'm gonna pee on the bed if you don't stop." "No, you're not." "Tom, I'm begging you," I pleaded, desperation obvious in my voice. "Relax, Lindsey. Just relax and let go." We'd talked extensively about our sexual preferences and dislikes both online and over the phone over the past several months. Never once had he indicated that he was into golden showers. In fact when I'd mentioned that it wasn't something I wanted any part of, he affirmed that decision. Somewhere in the back of my mind that point began to hammer home as he continued his expert manipulation of my cunt and I finally let my inhibitions go, knowing that I could trust him. What happened next was almost indescribable. I felt my body tense like I was going to cum but instead of the usual sensation that stays in my pussy, this was like a great warmth that spread through my veins and then returned to my cunt. I wasn't having the usual body spasm that accompany an orgasm but the feeling was every bit as intense and lasted for what seemed like hours. And when it ended I was completely spent. I could feel my hair, damp with perspiration sticking to the back of my neck and the cool air of the room made me want to shiver but I simply couldn't summon the energy. I heard Tom say something to me but my brain couldn't form an answer, in fact, I was barely able to understand what he was saying for all the white noise that was in my head. Then I felt him slip two fingers under my outstretched hand. "Lindsey, if you're okay, squeeze my fingers." 'Okay'? That little word was nowhere near adequate to describe the way I was feeling. I was so far beyond okay that I didn't think there were words for what I was. When he repeated himself, this time a little slower and closer to my ear, I realized he was trying to make sure I was conscious and not in need of any kind of medical attention. Weakly, I grabbed his fingers in an attempt to comply with his directions, hoping that would reassure him. I heard him say 'good girl' and gently rub my back and my ass as I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, I was completely disoriented. I was on my back, in a strange bed and there was someone in it with me. Since this is not my usual way of coming to consciousness, I was startled and somewhat frightened. Then I realized that I was being groped. Yes, it was a gentle groping but it didn't negate the fact that there was a hand in my cunt. I nearly froze with terror but opened my eyes slowly and remembered where I was and whom I was with. "So you finally woke up?" "Jeez, Tom, you scared me half to death." "I was wondering how long you'd stay down for the count." "How long have I been asleep?" "Several hours." "And you?" I asked not sure how to finish the sentence. "Oh, I stayed up for a little while and then sacked out on the couch. When I woke up about 15 minutes ago I saw you in here all stretched out and you looked so good, I couldn't resist," he responded and I could see him grinning at me in the dim light of the room. I had to return the grin as I put my arms above my head and stretched further. As I snuggled down into the bed, I felt him continue to gently finger fuck me and moaned at the lovely sensations this was causing. My pussy was obviously wet, as he was able to slide three fingers in and out unimpeded. "I could be wrong," he said, "but I think you're ready for more." I surprised myself by agreeing with him. So far the night had far surpassed even my wildest dreams. When I thought about all the things he had said he wanted to do to me, I realized there was one thing left that we hadn't tried and I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was. "What about you, though?" I asked. "I know guys need longer to recover." He used his free hand and gently grabbed my left wrist, then moved the hand from my pillow to his crotch. I grinned even more when I realized that he had an amazingly hard erection. "Oh, I think you've recovered just fine." "I want you to go back to the other room and stand facing the desk. Don't turn around or look back. I'll join you in a minute." "Yes sir." As soon as he took his fingers out of me, I stretched again before rolling off the bed. Feeling remarkably refreshed I nearly skipped into the other room and stood facing the desk, never taking my eyes off the wall behind it. I realized that I now completely trusted this man, despite all good reasons against it. He had proven to me that he was not some weirdo or serial killer. If he'd wanted to cause me harm, he'd had a hundred chances to do so by now. I had conquered my fears and was nearly humming with pleasure.