4 comments/ 47547 views/ 5 favorites Worth the Wait By: Sare They took the elevator from the lobby to the 21st floor, standing close together in the small space, their arms brushing. She looked up at him as he looked down at her and they both smiled somewhat shyly. When the doors opened they headed down the hallway, her small suitcase in his hand, and when they reached his room she waited while he slid the card into the lock. With a faint click the lock released and he turned the handle, standing back as he held the door open for her. She walked into the suite and looked around briefly before bending over by the closet to unlace her boots. Standing in the doorway, he watched her for a few seconds before closing and locking the door. He stood still behind her, watching, as her movements caused her jeans to strain across her bottom. Setting her case on the floor he took a step toward her, his hand reaching out almost involuntarily to brush across her ass. She stilled her movements when he touched her but didn't pull away, merely resumed unlacing her boots after a brief pause. Finally she finished with the laces and reached for his arm to steady her as she pulled the boots off. Standing in her sock feet she was now several inches shorter than he, and he leaned down to brush his lips across her forehead. She smiled up at him. "Do you want to go out to eat," he asked, "or have something brought in?" She looked longingly towards the Jacuzzi in the corner. "It's been a long day," she said, and he nodded. "Why don't you get your suit on, and I'll order something up." "Okay," she agreed, standing on tiptoe and brushing her soft lips across his cheek, before grabbing her bag and slipping into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. He stared for a moment at the closed door before shaking his head to clear it. Time later for lascivious thoughts, he thought. Best now to take things slowly. He knew that she could be very skittish, and he didn't want to frighten her. He wouldn't pressure her. Picking up the phone on the desk, he called down to order them some food. Not knowing her preferences, he settled on several small dishes that they could share, as well as a bowl of strawberries and a bottle of white wine. Since she hadn't emerged from the bathroom when he hung up the phone, he closed the drapes and turned on a soft light near the hot tub. Then he stepped into the bedroom and closed the French doors loosely behind him. Removing his clothes quickly, he reached for the swimming trunks he hoped he wouldn't need to wear after this time. Stepping into them, he heard the bathroom door open. Tying a loose knot in the shorts' drawstring, he opened the French doors in time to see her standing at the edge of the Jacuzzi in a short black robe. She was dipping her toes in the water, the skin of her legs glowing softly in the lamplight. He glanced at the red polish on her toenails and let his gaze roam slowly from there to her ankle, up her calf to her knee, and up to the hem of her robe. He looked up finally to her face and saw her watching him, a soft smile on her face. Looking down, he saw his erection straining against his trunks and shrugged. She already knew the effect she had on him. Still smiling, she began to step down into the water, her fingers catching the hem of her robe just before it touched the water. Holding the satiny material up higher as she stepped deeper into the tub, she continued to lift it until she was standing waist-deep in the hot water. Finally she pulled the robe off over her head, dislodging a few curls from her hastily-twisted ponytail. The swimsuit that was revealed beneath was also black, all of a piece and plunged deeply between her large breasts. He groaned inaudibly as he saw the swell of her breasts peeking from behind the material. She tossed the robe negligently away from the Jacuzzi and sank down into the water, sitting deep enough that her breasts floated gently within her bathing suit. Her eyes looked him up and down and he found himself sucking in his stomach muscles before realising it and forcing himself to relax. Her gaze, though curious, showed no judgment. Her eyes lingered on his swimming trunks and he felt himself twitch slightly under her watchful eye. She smiled. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and he hastily pulled on a fluffy white robe from the closet before admitting the teenage waiter and his trolley. He nodded without listening when the boy spoke and pressed a $5 into his palm. "Thank you," he said, "that will be all." Almost hurriedly he closed and locked the door, turning to face her. "Would you like a glass of wine?" "Yes," she replied, "I would love one, thank you." He returned her smile and poured them each a glass of wine, bringing both glasses to the edge of the Jacuzzi and leaving the trolley with its dome-covered dishes near the table. He handed her one of the glasses and set the other on the small table beside the tub. Shrugging off his robe, he eased into the steamy, swirling water. Her body drifted gently closer to his as he settled back against the edge of the Jacuzzi, picking up his wineglass in one hand and moving to put his other arm around her. She leaned willingly forward to allow his arm to slip behind her, her body curling naturally against his. He felt her breast brushing his side as he held up his glass to her in a toast. "To a wonderful weekend," he said softly, and she repeated the same. Smiling, he lifted his glass and sipped at the wine. "Oh, that's nice," she said, pleased, taking another sip. "You'd better not let me drink too much of this." "No, I can't – or else you'll think I got you drunk to take advantage of you." She laughed, setting her half-empty glass on the nearby table. She touched his cheek briefly and he was startled at how cool her hand was, given the heat of the hot tub. "Don't worry," she said, "I know you're more honourable than that." He smirked at her, and he too set his glass on the table. "Don't be too sure," he said, before suddenly grabbing her and pulling her into his lap. She startled, as he knew she would, but she quickly relaxed against him. Sitting across his legs, she leant against his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. He felt the feather-light touch of her lips on his neck and sighed softly. He ran his fingers slowly and gently up and down her arm, his other hand holding her against him so that the swirling water wouldn't move her away. They were both quiet for several moments; the only sound the faint whir of the jets and the soft splashing of the water against the sides of the tub. Finally she stirred in his arms and her mouth on his neck became more insistent. He felt the gentle nip of her teeth on his skin and shivered even in the hot water. She sat up suddenly and their eyes met. His hand slid up her arm to her shoulder and around behind her neck. The tips of his long fingers slipped into her hair as he cupped the back of her neck, drawing her closer to him. Her eyes drifted slowly closed and he watched her as if they had suddenly slipped into slow motion, noticing the way her lashes lay against her cheek, seeing her tongue slip between her lips and moisten them before disappearing back into her mouth, watching her lower lip tremble slightly as his mouth drew nearer to hers. Finally, his mouth a breath away from hers, he allowed his own eyes to close as he made the first, gentle contact of his lips to hers. Both sighed softly as their lips met. He kissed her gently but firmly and she responded, her arms slowly coming up to curl around his neck, holding him close. He could almost feel her heart pounding in her breast as her chest pressed against his. His lips moved softly but insistently against hers and she met his every movement with one of her own. Her lips parted to allow him entrance to her mouth and for a moment they shared the same breath. His tongue traced delicately along her upper lip, and she responded by gently sucking his lower lip into her mouth. His cock throbbed between them and he held her tightly, the water swirling around them and their bodies absorbing its heat. He felt her squirm slightly against him, and finally pulled his lips from hers, as they both took a deep, ragged breath. "Wow," she said softly, "you were right." "Mm?" "That kiss was worth waiting for." They both smiled, and she reached over and picked up her wineglass, though she made no effort to move from his lap. She took a sip of the cold wine and smiled. Suddenly she leaned forward and pressed her now-cold lips to his. Startled, he let her kiss him, his lips pliant beneath hers as she quite effectively fucked his mouth with hers. She sucked his tongue gently into her mouth and then swirled her own tongue around it before sucking on it again, and he felt his cock twitch against his stomach as she teased him. Then just as suddenly she pulled away and took another sip of wine, her face expressionless but her eyes full of suppressed mischief. "So you want to be like that, do you," he said, taking the wineglass from her and setting it aside. Quite easily he lifted her from his lap and turned her to face him, standing up and pulling her body tight against his. Her eyes widened as his cock pressed against her belly, and he pushed one knee between hers to part her legs. She didn't resist him at all, but simply rested her hands trustingly on his shoulders. When he sat down again he easily pulled her down astride his lap, and he was pleased when she wriggled closer on her own, pressing against him until her pelvis pressed against his. Her breasts floated between them, straining to escape her swimsuit. Gently he traced one finger along the exposed swell of her breast and he both felt and saw her break out in goose bumps. This accomplished he stroked up and down her arms with his hands. She murmured something he didn't quite catch before leaning towards him and pressing her face against his neck, her lips sucking and pecking softly at his skin as he continued to run his hands over her. With each stroke he began moving higher up her shoulders, brushing her collarbone, his fingers sliding beneath the straps of her swimsuit. Finally he took the straps in his hands and slowly, giving her ample time to stop him, began to draw them from her shoulders. Instead of stopping him, however, she merely sat up straighter in his lap, her arms held loosely at her sides and her hands on his waist, her eyes on his face as his gaze was riveted to her flesh, as he slowly exposed more of it to his view. Her breasts floated easily free of the material as he drew the swimsuit down and he moaned as her hard nipples came into view. Abandoning the straps halfway down her arms he cupped her breasts in his hands, his big hands almost, but not quite, managing to contain her flesh. She purred her approval as his thumbs brushed her nipples, leaning back slightly and placing her hands behind her, on his knees, offering her breasts for his inspection. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples several times watching as her chest moved with each shuddering breath that she took. The air was thick with steam and with the anticipation that gripped each of them. He leaned down, his cupped hand bringing her breast to his mouth, and he sucked her hard nipple between his lips. She gasped, her hands gripping his knees more tightly, her back arching as though to push more of her breast into his mouth but he resisted, keeping only the nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. Suddenly his teeth scraped across her nipple and she whimpered audibly, her hips jerking against his, causing her pelvis to press briefly against his cock. Wanting to make her do it again, he gently closed his teeth around her nipple. Again her hips rocked against his but this time he didn't stop, tugging at her nipple with his sharp teeth, and she began slowly to grind her pelvis against his cock. He could feel the soft flesh of her pussy through the material of her swimsuit, and he let go of her breasts and reached behind her back to hold her firmly before chewing gently on her nipple. She moaned, her hands releasing his knees and her body resting in his hands, trusting and pliant, as she brought one hand up to cup the back of his head, her other hand running over his chest, belly, sides, shoulders, every inch of his skin that she could reach. His teeth moved her nipple between them as she squirmed in his lap, her pelvis rocking more purposefully now against his and her breathing coming in short gasps. Without pausing or letting up, still holding the middle of her back firmly with one hand, he tugged at her swimsuit with the other hand, pulling it down. Impatiently she tried to help him, her fingers almost ineffectual as he continued to chew at her nipple and she was grinding her pussy against his cock. Finally he stopped, releasing her nipple and listening with pleasure as she whimpered in protest. She continued to grind against him for a few seconds before slowly growing still in his arms, her eyes finally opening and resting on his face. He leant toward her and pressed his lips to hers, and she responded hungrily. The mouths danced for several moments as he used both hands to tug her swimsuit down. "I need to see you," he murmured against her mouth, "I need to feel you." She reluctantly pulled her lips from his and slowly slid backward along his thighs until she was standing somewhat unsteadily in the waist-deep water. Her breasts were right in front of his face and he couldn't resist leaning forward and sucking her other nipple into his mouth and immediately scraping across it with his teeth. She moaned and grabbed his shoulders for support as he took hold of her swimsuit and swiftly pulled it all the way down. Still holding onto him she stepped out of it and he tossed the swimsuit over the side of the tub. Then he released her nipple from his mouth and stood up, drawing her naked body full against him and tangling his hand in her hair, pulling her head back gently and kissing her hard on the lips. She responded by letting her hands drift to his hips, and he allowed her to slip her hands inside the waistband of his trunks. As he had done she carefully tugged them down, ignoring his cock as it sprang free and pulling the trunks all the way off before throwing them out of the tub. That done, however, her gaze settled on his cock and she stared at it for several seconds as it bobbed half above and half below the water. Unable to resist, she reached forward and let the pads of her fingers slide across the throbbing flesh. He groaned, his plans of careful seduction going rather quickly awry as she touched him almost reverently. He looked at her face just as she was dragging her soft pink tongue across her lips and before he could stop himself the words were tumbling from his mouth, "Suck me..." She glanced up at him, slightly startled, but she made no objection and sank immediately to her knees, the water now caressing her shoulders and neck, her tongue slipping from her mouth and touching the tip of his cock with all the effect of a jolt of electricity. He groaned as her mouth drew nearer, feeling her hot breath on his flesh, and he slipped his hands into her hair, pulling her closer, and she eagerly opened her mouth to take the head of his cock into it. They both moaned as she sucked gently on him, her moan travelling along his cock with a delicious vibration, and she sucked him in deeper, taking more of him into her mouth until the water prevented her from going further. Then she moved back and her sucking intensified until he was forced to pull her away from his cock. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and he groaned again, her mouth still wrapped around his cock and her eyes full of smouldering desire. "I want to fuck your mouth," he murmured, and without waiting for a response from her he held her head still and thrust gently forward. With the slightest tilt of her head she welcomed him deeper into her mouth, and he stood up on his toes trying to feed more of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked on him as he pulled out and thrust slowly in again, and he both heard and felt her soft moan. His answering groan shuddered through his chest and suddenly her mouth wasn't enough, he needed to have her. Releasing her head and pulling his cock completely from her mouth, he leaned down and slipped his hands under her arms, pulling her to her feet. "Bed," he said thickly, and she nodded, quickly stepping out of the Jacuzzi and reaching for a towel. He stared at her naked body for a moment before ripping the towel from her hand and taking her by the wrist, pulling her firmly into the other room towards the bed. Willingly she followed him, and when he sat her down on the edge of the bed she scooted backwards on her own, pulling him down on top of her. His cock nestled against her pussy as their wet bodies slid together, the blanket beneath them becoming soggy, though neither noticed. He kissed her hard, sucking at her lips and tongue and she responded, her mouth yielding but insistent. They kissed hungrily, her hips pushing up against his, before he abruptly pulled away and slid down her body, sucking a nipple into his mouth even as his fingers slid down her belly to her pussy. He spread her easily with two fingers, his middle finger immediately making contact with her swollen clit. He brushed over it again and again as she writhed beneath him, and he sucked harder on her nipple. She gripped the blanket beneath her with both hands, her hips thrusting instinctively against his hand, and he lifted his mouth from her breast long enough to murmur, "I'm going to make you cum before I fuck you," then closed his teeth around her nipple and bit it, hard. She shrieked in pain and pleasure and he released it, his voice louder now, "I'm going to make your pussy throb and fill with your juices, and then I'm going to fill you with my cock," and he moved to her other breast and bit down on her nipple, her shriek louder now and more insistent as he let his left hand join his right between her legs, pushing two fingers into her pussy, surprised at how tight it was as it gripped him, her body arching up into his mouth as he chewed on her nipple, his finger rubbing insistently over her clit, feeling her orgasm clawing its way out of her body, and he suddenly released her nipple and leaned up so that his mouth was against her ear, at the same time pushing his fingers high up against the walls of her pussy and she shrieked again, her pussy throbbing and spasming around his fingers as he whispered against her ear, "Cum for me, baby, cum for me and then I'll give you my cock." Her pussy clenched his fingers tightly as he flicked her clit hard with his fingernail and she screamed, a high, wordless cry of unrestrained pleasure, pushing down against his invading fingers, her hips bucking up against his hands. Without waiting for her to come down he slipped up her body, the head of his cock pushing against her pussy and she let her legs fall further apart, her body straining towards his, her eyes opening and meeting his. "Do you want my cock, baby?" "Yes, god yes," she panted, her tongue moistening her parched lips, "please yes." Leaving the head of his cock just resting against her entrance he leaned over her and gathered her in his arms, his lips trailing along her jaw to her ear. "Such a good little slut," he crooned, as he pushed his throbbing cock deeply into her pussy. Unprepared for the electric passion of her response he was caught off guard as her pussy immediately spasmed around him, squeezing him even more tightly. He felt her juices coating his cock as she trembled in his arms, and he kissed his way back along her jaw to her lips. She responded to his kiss in an abstracted, somewhat clumsy way as her body shuddered around his. Worth the Wait "You like that, don't you," he whispered almost conversationally, beginning slowly to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy, "you like me to call you a slut." She moaned, beyond words, her body responding to his voice and to his thrusts, her breathing a series of sharp gasps and shuddering breaths, clinging to him with her arms and wrapping her legs around his hips. He thrust deeper into her, the full length of his cock plunging into her pussy with each stroke, his balls slapping against her ass. He felt her nails digging into his back and felt the rising tide of his orgasm climbing through his body. Thrusting only slightly harder, he held her tightly in his arms as he groaned, "I'm going to cum, baby, deep inside you, I'm going to fill you up with my cum," and she responded by tightening her legs around him, unable to speak more than a gasped "Yes, yes, yes" as she spasmed and shuddered around him in almost continuous orgasm. Unable to hold back he clutched her tightly and pushed his cock deeply inside her clenching pussy as he felt spurt after spurt of cum being pumped from his cock. He groaned loudly even as she shrieked in pleasure, their bodies wrapped tightly together and both of them throbbing to the same beat. He began slowly to thrust again and she cried out as he forced another small orgasm from her body. Holding her against him he rolled them over so that both rested on their sides with his cock still buried inside her, and they lay motionless but for their heaving chests for several minutes. Finally he spoke, his voice carrying a teasing note, "I told you it would be worth the wait." Worth the Wait Mom had been single since I was born. No boyfriends that I can remember, no dad for me, since he left before I was around. It was just the two of us. I can't really say that, since she was always working with her "career" in advertising, leaving me with the baby sitter or the neighbor or whoever was to take care of me that day. But I knew that she would always be there for me in the evenings to pick me up. When I got old enough to go to school I would go to a friends afterwards or just go home and watch television until Mom got home to cook dinner and such. This is where I was also able to explore my curiosities, going through her things and noticing an unbelievable affinity towards her shoes and other footwear. It was here where I realized that I had what would develop into a foot fetish. (Thanks mom.) I never made it noticeable and always put things back where they belonged, hoping that there was no evidence of me going through her things. She never said anything though. When I turned eighteen, things got a little more interesting. I started to really get into my fetish. I drifted away from going through her things, and into noticing other girl's legs and feet, and eventually explored the internet for its vast variety of fetish content. Part of me wanted to forget where it began, but the other part of me loved the fact that I was able to live with her and daily see her prancing around whether it be barefooted or in stocking feet. She had some lovely size sevens, all the toes proportionally smaller than the next. I was able to notice a toe ring on her left second toe, something that showed me that she cared about her feet enough to dress them up. Even the occasional pedicure was noticeable. Obviously I noticed my fetish wasn't mainstream enough to go out and start groveling at any girl's feet. It was something I had to keep to myself because of the public factor of the issue. Instead, I was content with the internet sites enough and made a jerk off session a daily ritual. I didn't go away to school like most people, instead I lived at home and started classes at the community college. My mom was now in her late thirties, but was still trucking, working long hours at the ad firm. We had a good relationship, we were pretty open with each other about most things, even when we had issues with relationships. (Mom started dating again now that she I was out of school.) The first weekend after school started Mom barged into my room and told me she had just planned a trip for the Labor day weekend to her friend's summer home by the lake and to pack my things. I was excited, since she never had free time I was going to be able to spend time with her. I was also excited because I would be able to see her running around barefoot or even in flip flops. Mom was never one to drive so I hopped in the driver's seat as she rode shotgun on our way out to the lake. Mom was dressed like a teenager, in short shorts, a strappy shirt, and white flip flops. Midway through the trip she took off her flip flops while I was driving and put her feet up on the passenger side dash board, almost causing me to swerve off the road. I noticed that she had a brand new coat of French tipped polish to go along with a pedicure. "I shouldn't have spent fifty dollars on a pedicure." She blurted. "Uh, yeah that's a lot...I think." I didn't know what to say. "I think pedicures are overrated, I mean, who looks at feet anyway? Just a waste of money." I didn't know whether to agree with her, or defend my kind. "Some people look at feet." I guess I went with the latter. "Oh really? Do you?" She asked and waved her foot in my face playfully. "They're ok, I mean there is more to a girl." I felt like I was betraying foot fetishists everywhere. "Do you like mine?" "Sure mom. I'm trying to drive though." "Sorry." I was trying to hide the bulge in my shorts so badly. We finally got to the lake house, and had a routine day. It was beautiful out so we went in the lake. We went to the grocery store and picked up some steaks and other things for grilling. Our conversation from earlier never came up again for the remainder of our day. Unfortunately, our day was cut short because of rain showers, and we were forced to retreat to the house around nine p.m. We took turns taking showers, and met up again in the front room later that night to watch television. I had changed into pajama pants and a tee shirt, while she went back to conservative mom mode, also in a pair of pants and a shirt, but barefoot. We watched television pretty late, and had random small talk. Her feet were propped up on the foot rest most of the time, so I was getting clear shots at her soles for most of the evening. I felt bad still, from earlier, sorta shooting her down when she was talking about her feet, almost as if she was trying to let me know something. I couldn't just bring up again, so my awkwardness was going to stick around the remainder of the night, unless she said something first. We finally retired to the bedroom upstairs, which held two king sized beds. It was a simple good night from her, and we went off to sleep. I still felt bad about earlier. About three minutes into our sleeping, I had to say something. "I guess they're cute." "Huh?" "Your feet. I guess they are cute." "A pretty random time to be bringing it up, don't you think?" "Yes, but I was thinking about it all day since you said it, and I kinda didn't answer truthfully when you first asked me." I turned on the light. I had to make my admittance to her, I felt that there was no better time. "I..." I said, "I kinda have a thing for feet. And so you know, you do have cute feet. To answer your question." "Really? I didn't know you felt that way. Before today. Maybe you almost swerving off the road and nearly killing us tipped it off." "Well yeah. That would happen." "Actually, son, I've known for a while. It's no biggie. I think it's cute. A thing for your mom's feet." I sat up in bed and I got out of it. "Since we're talking about it, I've always had a thing for wanting to massage your feet. I've always wanted to, just never asked." "You want to massage them? Sure. You could have always asked. Fetish or not, I would take one." I walked over to her bed and undid her blankets, and to my surprise, she was not wearing the pants she was earlier, but just laying in her panties. "Oops." She said. I sat at the foot of the bed and for the first time in my life took her right foot in my hand, and started to rub it. The sole was incredibly soft, and the toes felt like everything I ever imagined they would. I playfully tickled her sole, garnering a laugh from her. I could tell she was enjoying the massage because her left foot was moving around and found itself eventually on my thigh, very close to my crotch. "Why don't you do what you really want to do with my foot, son?" I was shocked, but I wasn't going to play dumb anymore. I took her bare foot to my face and inhaled deeply on her sole and put my nose right in the bottom of her toes. Her left foot creeped closer and closer to my crotch. A noticeable wet stain from precum had drenched around the tip of my cock. I moved her toes into my mouth and had my way with each one. I never could imagine I was going to get to this point, so when she told me to do what I wanted to do, I took advantage of it. I began licking her sole and kissing each part of her foot. Her other foot was now completely on my cock and even moving in rhythm with the situation. I got a little cocky. "Why don't you do what you want to really do." I told her. And she did. Without even hesitating, she pulled off my pajama pants, pulled her foot away from my face, and began to work my cock with her soles. It wasn't before long that I shot string after string of my cum all on her feet and everywhere else for that matter. "Someone should clean that up." "It's not our summer home." Worth the Wait Late, But Well Worth The Wait One hour. "Correction," he reminded himself, "one fucking hour." That's how long Michael had been in traffic trying to get back from work. It was normally only a twenty-minute drive from his office complex in the Upper-Side to his apartment, but there had been some rain that drenched the roads and flooded out one of the bridges. It was pretty bad— two vehicles stranded completely. Not compacts, either: there was a Taurus and a Dodge Ram. For a moment when he saw that, he laughed to himself: people in trucks always thought they were invincible, but not this time. Of course, the humor only lasted for the first thirty seconds or so until he realized how long he'd be stuck near the bridge. He muttered to himself as the cars plodded, one at a time, on the shallowest stretch of the water to avoid submersion. His exit was only two from the bridge. Eighteen minutes to get to the bridge. Over forty waiting for the idiots in front of him to move. When was only a few cars away, and he inhaled deeply and ran his fingers through his thick russet-tinged hair and clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. He'd told Megan that he'd be there at 6:00. It was not 6:00. Finally it was his turn to move beyond the newly formed water basin and he was on his way again. A quick glance at the speedometer would tell you he was going a good twenty over the speed limit, but he justified it in his mind because he wanted to be home and he was tired of the endless waiting. Zigzagging between cars and impatiently waiting for stoplights to change paid off, because he was home in half the time it should've taken from the bridge. Thank God for little mercies. He turned off the ignition and opened the door, tossing the keys in his pockets. He could see it now: Megan angrily chastising him for not only being late, but not calling her and letting her know. It was supposed to be their "date night" and they had plans to go see the latest film and grab some food, but that clearly wasn't going to be happening (at least not the way it was intended). Michael opened the door and stepped through it into the living room, but Megan was nowhere to be found. He winced inwardly at her absence— it was never a good sign when she wasn't there. He hesitated a bit, then headed towards the bedroom. He toiled through possible apologies in his mind and knocked on the door. He thought he heard something, but it was muffled. He knocked again. "Come in," was whispered in a very soft, breathy tone. Michael canted his head to the side— something was up, but he wasn't sure quite what. He turned the doorknob and pushed the wooden frame open to find Megan standing there in a rouge velvet corset that laced tightly in the front, a long ebony beaded necklace, laced panties, and black garters with fishnet stockings. "Well, hello there, handsome." Michael choked on his words as he looked at Megan: there she was: faultless physique, pert breasts, perfectly shaped curves along her hips, and all ready for the taking. He barely managed to speak, "...er...hi." "What's the matter?" "Nothing, I just... erm... I wanted to apologize about being so late. There were two cars stuck in this giant puddle because of the rain and—" Before he could finish, she cut him off with, "don't worry about it." "We can still go out if you want to, Meg." His eyes scanned her body and he forced himself to keep eye-contact so he wouldn't get too turned on. It was a difficult task, to say the least, with her breasts almost pouring out the corset and her legs spread apart as if to invite him in. "No, I don't think I want to go out tonight," she had a knavish little grin plastered across her glossed lips. "Then what do you want?" "I want you. I've been waiting for you all night. I was at the school today, all day, teaching middle-schoolers about the differences between "conocer" and "saber," but all I could think about was you taking me," her tongue flicked across her teeth as she purred out the words. Michael smirked and began to get a bit emboldened: he was forgiven, and the ball was in his court now. He could do with her what he pleased, and he could draw this out. "I'm not sure, hon. I really think we should go out. I mean, you wanted to so badly a few days ago and I feel terrible..." "No, Michael. I want you." "Well, how do you want me?" he simpered and closed the door, leaning against it. She took the bait and waltzed towards him, her hips cartwheeling those garters up and down as she made her way over. "I want you to take me." He looked away, pretending to be disinterested, "take you how?" She turned his head back around and pulled on his tie. Looking him directly in the eyes, she responded, "I want you to fuck me like you own me. I want you to make me yours." Her words set him off, and his hand instinctively went for her throat, grabbing it with just the right amount of force, and he spun to pin her against the door. "You don't tell me how you want it, do you? I tell you how I want it. Did you forget?" "N-no, mister. I didn't forget." "Apologize." "Sorry." His hand went back and he struck her across the face with enough force to sting. Her body tensed and she let out a soft moan. He eyed her sternly, "you forgot something." "Sorry... sir." "Much better, my little girl." His natural dominant nature began to come out as this went on. He was a loving man, but when she said those words— "like you own me"— something almost changed in him. Or rather than change, actualized. And in that same instant, Megan became his submissive little slut to do with what he pleased. Just the idea was enough to get him hard. He took her by the hand and moved it to touch his hard dick through his pants. She squeezed hard and looked up at him with wide-eyes. "Well, hello there." "Get down on your knees." She would have fallen down naturally, but he wasn't about to make it easy on her. He took a tuft of her auburn hair in his hands and pulled on it from the roots, literally yanking her to the ground. She winced and gasped, opening her mouth, and he used that opportunity to unzip his fly and stick his long, hard cock past her waiting lips. She gagged for a moment and then started going at it, her tongue tracing up the length of his shaft, feeling it pulse in her mouth. He arched his back and continued to force her up and down on his dick, barely giving her a reprieve in which to breathe. Her lips tightened around each inch as she bobbed her head back and forth. She did this over and over again, and Lord knows she was skilled at it. Her tongue was magic as she sucked him senseless, humming her lips on him while she went. He pulled her up for a second and half-dragged her over to the bed. "Lay on your back, with your head off the side." "Why?" Another blow across the face, this time on the other cheek. "Don't ask, just do." She needed no more guidance, and immediately he found her in that position. He tossed off his clothes, chucking it all into some odd corner of the bedroom, and looked down at her. "Mouth open." She obeyed this time, and her reddened lips (to match her already flushed cheeks) spread wide. He wasted no time and began to thrust his hips into her, literally fucking her mouth with each and every movement. Her eyes opened widely at first, and then closed tightly shut, tears welling. A few trickles of makeup dripped as he continued to pound himself into her watering mouth, and he loosened her corset, pulling the top part of it down to get access to her breasts. He pinched a nipple— hard— causing her to yelp. "Do you like that, Megan? Do you like sucking my dick and having my hands all over you?" "Mhm," was all she could manage to groan out. "I want you to touch yourself. Get yourself ready for me. Will you do that for me, miss?" She pulled herself back from his cock long enough to grin up at him and answer, "oh fuck yeah, Mike." She went back to work on his dick, her tongue doing a dance along the tip as she pulled aside her panties and rubbed her clit. Her hips bucked up immediately and he could see her wetness dripping down her thighs. Her probing tongue found a rhythm but she began to have a difficult time focusing on him, and so he pulled away. She looked distraught, but that only lasted until he grabbed her by the hair and flipped her onto her back. His hands hungrily went to her panties, and he literally ripped them off, tearing the light fabric at the waist. He hoisted her legs up until her knees were touching her shoulders, grabbed a hold of his throbbing cock, and slid it up and down her wet pussy. "Do you want it?" "God, yes, I want it!" "Who are you talking to? Did you forget my name?" "No, you are God. Fuck me, God!" "Are you sure? You sure you want me to fuck you?" "Yes!" "Whose are you?" "I'm yours." "My what?" "I'm your nasty little whore. You can have me anytime. Just say it, and I'm ready for you. I'll spread my pussy open and you can take me again and again." Her words got him going even more, and he moved himself right to the point of being inside her. "Please, GOD! Please just... please get inside me now!" He was more than happy to as he slammed his cock deep inside of her, and her wetness let him in effortlessly. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned out, her hands clenching the bed as he relentlessly hammered his hard cock inside of her— going all the way in and then almost all the way out, leaning down on her at just the right angle so that the base grinded against her clit momentarily each and every time. Her toes clenched and unclenched as she cried out, lost in a torrent of pleasure and pain— his fingers now scratching over her thighs, grabbing them mercilessly enough to leave hand marks. It was all metal-magnet pull as they went at it, body upon body, their skin touching (or in some cases, her tattered clothes against his flesh) in unison. He ran the tip of his finger up her calf, past her knee, and to her inner thigh, driving her mad. He was so deep inside of her, feeling his width stretching her and making her cry out. And she was loving every damned minute of it. After awhile of this, he backed out of her and curled his finger to gesture her to come to him. It took her a moment to regain her senses, but she soon enough got to him, standing in front of their two-door, full-length mirrors. "Bend over in front of the mirror, darling." "You want me to watch you fuck me?" "That's exactly what I want." She bent over and touched the ground with her fingertips, spreading her thighs apart with garters still firmly attached, and curled a hand under to guide him into her. As soon as he was in, he felt her tremble and let out a moan. He pistoned into her, his nails tearing at the flesh on her exposed back and took time out to rear his hand back and smack her ass hard. "Yes, mister, spank me! I've been a bad girl!" His hand continued its barrage, strike after strike leaving both red marks and Megan even more aroused. He took hold of her arms at the wrist and pulled them taut, holding onto her while he pummeled himself in and out of her dripping wet cunt, the extra leverage letting him go even deeper. Her mouth opened wide as she cried out his name in desire. "Do you like that? Do you like me being your little whore?" she whimpered. "Mhm." "Do you like fucking me? I've been so bad, Mike. Do you like my tight pussy?" "Oh yeah, Megan." "It's all for you. Only you. Oh yes... yes! Oh my God. You're so fucking good!" He drove himself farther into her, feeling her clutch onto him as she thrashed in ecstasy. He slowed his speed down a little bit, to prevent her from coming too quickly, and whispered over her shoulder. "I want you to go over to the bed with me now and ride my cock. Prove to me how much you love me." They moved back to the bed and he laid down on his back. Megan straddled him, and without faltering fell upon him, her pussy tightening around him. "Rub your clit while you do it." "What? Why?" He grabbed her by the throat and pulled him down to her, until their noses were touching. He thrust up into her forcefully, and whispered, "don't ask questions, just do it. I own you. Remember?" "Oooh yes, you own me. You own me, baby. You own me like the dirty little girl I am, huh?" "That's right. Now show me what you've got." She bounced up and down on him, fitting every inch into her as she rhythmically moved her hips with his own, thrust matching thrust. She ground her pussy into him, and then began to rub her clit frantically. "Oh yeah, oh yeah... God, it feels so incredible, Mike!" He could feel her getting closer to orgasm, her pussy clenching around his dick like a vice, and her wetness dripping down onto him. She pinched her nipples and bucked her body around on him, her thighs quavering and her back arching ever further. "I want you to come for me." He sank his teeth into her neck with enough force that he tasted blood. "Yes, yes! You know how I like it!" "Come for me, now, and be my whore." "Oh Michael, I will, I will! Like you paid for it! Yessss!" "Come for me now." As he said this, he tightened his right hand on her necklace, pulling it with enough force to make it break, the beads dropping down all over the mattress and onto his body. That pushed her over the edge. Her body tensed, every muscle tightening at the same time. She drew in a sharp breath and then her body loosened and she twitched around. "Oh God, I'm coming! Oh fuck, I'm coming for you! I'm coming all for you!" "Keep coming, Megan. Keep coming." "Oh baby, I'm still coming. Oh GOD! OH YES!" She finally collapsed onto him, panting, and looked at him. Her orgasm had been intense, and he was getting closer to reaching that peak himself. He picked her up and turned them over, still inside of her, and began to all-out drill himself into her wet cunt. At this point, any semblance of time was lost as he was caught in a frenzy of their bodies touching and meshing together, with him so deep inside of her. "OH MIKE! Yes! Fuck me!" She was still moaning his praises, and he looked at her very matter-of-factly, and whispered, "I'm going to come." "Oh yes. Come for me! Come for me!" "Where do you want it?" "Everywhere! All over me, Mike!" The idea triggered a second orgasm, and her legs wrapped around his midsection and she grabbed onto the bed, giving herself an angle to thrust up into him. She looked like a starved animal as she unabashedly pushed off the bed and against him time and time again. Her body undulated under him as she panted from another strong release— this drove him to the edge, and he felt his own building. He ripped her off of him and put a leg on each side of her stomach, his hand firmly on his dick. "Do you want it?" "Oh yes! Yes Mike!" "Do you want my hot come all over you?" "Fuck yeah. Come all over me. God, make me yours! Show me that you fucking OWN me." He saw stars as he felt his come rise up through him and shoot out, hot and sticky, all over her chest, up to her cheeks and her lips. He came for what seemed to be forever, and finally rest on hands and knees on top of her. She looked at him innocently as she ran her digits across her body, collecting his come, and sucked it off her fingertips. "Mmm... God that was good, Mike." "...yeah, it was. I need to be late more often." Worth the Wait The breeze from the river rushed around my bare legs as I approached his office building. I couldn't even feel the cold air against my skin as the butterflies dancing in my stomach were causing my nerves to stand on end. The idea of meeting him in person after all this time excited me, heat enveloped my body at the very thought. I approached the glass door of the building and entered. I instantly took in my surroundings. The furniture was black, the walls painted a deep cream with artwork and photos placed strategically giving the area warmth and life. A pretty blonde receptionist smiled at me as I approached the front desk. She was dressed to suit her environment; a smart black suit, white shirt with a stunning red scarf to match her lipstick. When I explained who my meeting was with, she directed me down the hall to a couple of black leather chairs placed along the wall opposite his office door. She asked me to wait for him there and she would announce my arrival. I had arrived 15 minutes early to our appointment, even the indecision on what to wear hadn't made me late. Sitting down in the comfortable black leather chair I watched the door handle waiting impatiently for it to turn. Adjusting my clothes several times wanting to make a good impression for the first time he saw me. I had decided on a knee length skirt that swirled around my legs as I walked and a pale pink shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of my generous cleavage. My long black boots hugged my toned legs and my lingerie had been bought specially for today. Trying to take my mind off my nerves I shifted my gaze from his door, and started to imagine what it would be like to finally meet him face to face. Would he like what he saw? Would I like him? Would the connection we built still be there? Would there be chemistry? Self doubt started flooding my head. What was I doing? I got myself so completely lost in my thoughts I didn't hear him open his office door. I jumped in my own skin when I heard my name being spoken, in the most wonderful accent. I looked up and instantly all doubts left my body. His gaze automatically met mine, and his smile just melted me. I stood as he opened the door and gestured for me to enter. He was as he described; tall, brown hair with amazing green eyes that matched mine. But no one could have warned me that his smile would turn my knees to jelly. With false confidence I walked passed him to enter his office, lightly brushing my body against his. He followed me closing the door and locking it behind him. His office was large; the first thing I noticed was the river framed by the large window behind his oversized desk. There was a black leather couch on the adjacent wall which featured an amazing painting of the ocean. It was a professional looking office but comfortable at the same time. As I was admiring the view he took hold of my left shoulder, spun me around so I was in his arms. We looked into each others eyes and without saying a word he maneuvered me back against the door. As his strong body closed in on mine I looked intently at his face, his green eyes reflecting my own, his smile lit up his whole face. He was as I imagined. Feeling my back hard against the door I was still looking up at him, his eyes full of passion and desire. Heat engulfed my body as he lowered his mouth to mine. I took a sharp intake of breath as our lips met for the first time. The anticipation of seeing each other at last, all the waiting had lead to this moment. Our lips met, at first soft, hesitating then as the chemistry between us grew the kiss became harder, deeper. He took my face into his hands as he plunged his tongue in to my mouth seeking mine. I placed my hands on his waist, steadying myself as my knees started to buckle under the weight of our kisses. Mouths discovering, searching out the other, tongues entangled. Small moans escaping from deep in our throats. His hands traveled through my hair holding me to him. I could feel his cock harden against me. My hand started to travel around his body to feel his hardness when he stepped back and out of our kiss. He took my hand as he stood back, with my arm outstretched he looked me up and down with the cutest smile on his face. Taking in every part of me. I couldn't take my eyes off him, I wanted him close again. After all this time waiting to be together, always apart till now, even an arms length apart was now too far away. My hand warm in his, he lead me over to the couch and sat me down on the soft leather. With my legs slightly parted he stood between my knees, leaning over he placed his hands gently on my face, and with an accent that melted every part of me, he finally spoke. "Very nice to meet you Jemma" I smiled, "You too" Looking deep into my eyes, he sunk to his knees and started unbuttoning my shirt. When the last button was released he slid the shirt down over my shoulders. The roughness of his hands against the smoothness of my skin made me shiver. As he dropped his eyes down to my chest a soft moan escaped his lips. The pale skin of my full tits barely covered by pink lace of my bra had his eyes completely focused on me. He ran his fingers along my cleavage. His tongue soon followed the path his fingers took. My nipples strained against the fabric that contained them. With his mouth still on my skin he wrapped his arms around my body to remove my bra. I trembled as he released the heaviness of my breasts. He took one of my nipples into the warmness of his mouth, my back arched as I felt his teeth lightly dig into me. His other hand grabbing my other tit, squeezing my nipple between his fingers. His mouth moved from my tit, running his tongue over my skin he made his way over to the other one. His tongue assaulting my body, flickering at my hard nipple sending a thousand impulses of pleasure through my body. I felt the heat rise in my pussy. His hands moved to my waist to remove my skirt, I helped him by wriggling out of it. I unzipped my boots and sat before him wearing a tiny pink lace G. Standing back up I watched him remove his clothes, admiring his physique. Taking my hands in his he pulled me onto my feet and into his arms, he kissed me softly then sat himself on the couch. I walked between his open legs and we kissed again. Grabbing hold of my hips moving me closer to him I straddled his body. Sitting astride him I felt his hard cock against my body. Resting against my flat stomach, the butterflies danced at the feel of his naked body against me. His hands ran up over my body, from my hips, up over my tits, across my shoulders and down my back. Small moans escaped my mouth. I couldn't wait any longer, I felt I had waited a lifetime already. Lifting my hips, moving myself over him I impaled my pussy with his hard cock. Pushing my body down onto him, him pulling me close, I could hear him moan into my neck as I screamed in delight. We merged as one, our breathing in time, hips pushing together, his cock filling me completely. The muscles in my pussy tightened around his shaft. Wetness escaped my body, flowing down over his balls and thighs. Holding my body tight he moved me up and down in time with the motion of his hips. I arched my body back and looked down between us, my gaze enthralled by the sight of us joined. My pussy lips stretched around him, juices soaking his cock as he thrust into me. Moving my hand down my body I placed my fingers on the base of his erection, needing to feel him as he pleasured me. Watching me he took his hand down to mine, fingers intertwined as our bodies were. The vision was making the feeling inside me even more intense. I could feel the climax building in my body, wanting to close my eyes but unable to tear my eyes from the sight of us together. The sweat pouring from our bodies as the heat built. He had quickened the pace, his body tense, I lifted my eyes and looked at his face. He was staring at me, looking deep into my eyes. Searching out all of me. He moved his hand, taking mine with his, he pulled me in close, kissed me hard and thrust himself deep inside me, over and over again. Taking me to the edge, I was lost to him. My hips hard against him, pushing down on him as he lifted up. The climax finally took over my body as I felt him fill me with his cum. Over and over the waves of pleasure rolled out of me. Moaning out loud, he kissed me again. Finally as the last of the orgasms left my body I collapsed against him. After a moment in his arms, he took hold of my shoulders and straightened me up. Looking at me, with the biggest smile on his face, "Well that was worth the wait." "It certainly was," I responded breathlessly. Looking around the office, I took it all in again. Turning back to him, "I think you in the chair is next, I need to taste you." His response? He just groaned at me. Worth the Wait As I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but to think about how pathetic my life had turned out. Nineteen years old, a sophomore in college, and still a virgin; I masturbated, of course, but I had never even kissed anyone. It wasn't that I couldn't find someone to have sex with, I was gorgeous, long light brown hair with blonde highlights and long bangs that I always wore brushed to the side, 5'7, 120 pounds, full, luscious lips, and 36DD's, but the thing that really made people notice me were my eyes, I had these piercing, hazel eyes, everyone I came across whether it be a perfect stranger or an old friend said that I had the most beautiful eyes they had ever seen. My father was a Baptist minister, and up until the time I graduated high school and moved away to attend Duke University, I had lived a very sheltered life. My father would have died and rolled over in his grave had he known that his innocent, little girl hid sex toys in her bedside table or even worse that she was looking for just the right person to give her precious flower. And was I ever ready to give it away. I didn't just want to give it to anybody; I wanted it to be special. I also wanted to be safe, that's why I had already gone to the doctor to get birth control so I would be prepared when Mr. Right finally came along. I had goals, I wanted to be a surgeon, and while I wanted kids one day, I didn't want anything to get in the way of my dreams. I looked over at the clock. "4 am and I'm still not asleep", I thought. I looked around the room trying desperately to fall asleep, when I saw the stuffed tiger sitting in my chair, and my thoughts switched to him. Johnny had won that tiger for me on our date the night before, we had gone to the carnival, and I remembered how badly I had wanted him to lean over and kiss me while we were riding the Ferris wheel, and then again when he dropped me back off at my dorm room, but instead he put his arm around me, or held my hand, or kissed me on the cheek. Johnny was gorgeous. He looked like he had jumped straight off the pages of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. He had medium-length, dark, brown hair, and chocolate, brown eyes. He had a 6'3 muscular frame and knew exactly the right clothes to wear. He had a beautiful singing voice and played the guitar, he was the lead singer of a rock band that played in a local club on Friday and Saturday nights. He was the sweetest guy I had ever met and I felt as if though I could talk to him about anything. He wanted to be a surgeon as well, and we had met in our anatomy class at the beginning of that year. He walked through the door and our eyes met, it was the closest thing to love at first sight that I have ever experienced. He sat down beside me and we introduced ourselves. "Hi, my name is Johnny Dean." "Nice to meet you Johnny, my name is Lily Thomas." We soon realized that we had every class together, and from that point on we were inseparable. He completely respected that I was a virgin, we had been going out for months and he hadn't even tried to kiss me. We would go out every night, and I always went to watch his band play on Friday and Saturday nights. I knew that I was falling in love and falling hard. I was ready for him to kiss me; I knew that he was the one that I would give my virginity. As I lay there thinking of what it would be like to kiss him, I began to get that all too familiar feeling of warmth and wetness between my thighs. I slipped my hands under my tank top and began to massage my breasts. I put my finger in my mouth to get it wet and then began to rub my nipples until they were nice and hard. By this time I had a river of juices flowing down my thighs, so I slipped my hand under my pajama pants and thong and began to rub my lips. It felt so good. I slowly eased my finger up and down my slit until I just couldn't take it anymore. I started to flick my clit and then I stated to rub it in a circular motion, my movement became harder and faster, and my breathing became more and more ragged. I had to work hard at suppressing my moans so I didn't wake my roommate. I rubbed my clit as I neared my climax; my legs began to shake as an earth-shattering orgasm pulsated through my body. I scooped my cum up with two fingers and brought them to my lips to lick it off; I loved the way I tasted. Satisfied, I fell asleep, only to wake up an hour later. I got up showered and shaved my legs. I went to the mirror and dried my hair and did my makeup. I pulled my hair back in a loose pony tail, and decided on wearing my colorful, paisley head scarf. I then went to my closet and put on my lacy white bra and matching thong, and went to work selecting the perfect outfit; I decided on a white vintage t-shirt and a grey skirt, a funky long necklace, and flip flops. I admired myself in the mirror one last time before grabbing my backpack and purse and heading to class. As I was walking out the door, I saw that my roommate was still asleep and decided that I should wake her. "Lacey, wake up it's already 7:30." "Oh Shit." Lacey jumped out of bed, threw her hair up in a messy bun, slipped on some flip flops, and grabbed her books. "Aren't you going to change clothes?" I asked. Lacey was still wearing her blue plaid pajama pants and blue racer back tank top. "Who the hell has time to change, class starts at 8?" "Well, aren't you even going to put on a bra?" "No, my shirt has a bra built in." It wasn't as if Lacey really needed bra anyway, she had a very flat chest. We walked to class where I found Johnny already there waiting for me in our usual seats. He stood up when he saw me enter the room and once I had put my backpack down he gave me a hug. God I loved the way hugging him felt, and he smelled so good. I could have hugged him forever, but unfortunately our professor walked in and proceeded to teach the class. When class was over, Johnny and I began to walk towards our next class. "Lily, I wanted to talk to you about something." "Okay." "Since we have Fall break Monday and Tuesday, I am going home to my parents lake house, and I know you won't be able to go home since your parents live all the way in Alabama, and I can't stand the thoughts of you being here all alone, and so I was wondering, do you want to go to the lake house with me?" "Yeah, that sounds like fun." "Cool, so I'm going to leave tomorrow after our last class, and it's about an hour and a half drive, and we'll come back sometime Tuesday." "That sounds good to me." I could hardly wait to get back to my dorm room and pack. A whole weekend alone with Johnny, it would be like a dream come true. The next day, Johnny and I went to all our classes and then got in his grey, Range Rover, and began our hour and a half journey to his parent's house on the lake. I could tell that Johnny was up to something, he just had that mischievous look in his eye. When we arrived at the house I was surprised to see that no one else was there. "Johnny, where is your family?" "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Dad got called away on business at the last minute, so they aren't going to be able to make it. Is that okay? If you feel uncomfortable we can go back." "No, it's fine." Johnny led me up to the master bedroom and told me to take a shower and to get dressed up and to meet him at the boat dock at 8 pm. I was anxious with the anticipation of what was to come. I showered, and then did my hair; I wore it down and slightly curled. I did my makeup to perfection, and chose to wear a lacy black strapless bra and matching thong. I put on a sexy black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places and really showed off my ample, bosom. I looked at the clock, it was 10 'til 8, so I slipped on my black heels and started walking towards the boat dock. Johnny was waiting on me, he wore a white dress shirt untucked, and black dress trousers. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "Lily, you look absolutely beautiful." "Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself." He led me to the end of the dock where a large pontoon boat with a roof was tied. He helped me into the boat that was filled with lit candles, and rose petals strewn across the floor. In the corner, I saw his guitar, and a bottle of wine. He started the boat and began to steer it toward our destination. "Do you want to try driving?" "Sure." He wrapped his arms around me and helped me steer the boat, stopping ever so often to squeeze me tighter or to kiss my cheek. I was in absolute heaven. We reached our destination and the sheer beauty of this place took my breath away. It was a little hidden cove, with a small water fall, and a beautiful, large weeping willow tree on the bank. I walked over to the side to take in the beauty of our surroundings, as he turned off the motor and dropped the anchor. When he had finished with that, he walked over and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. "You know, it's such a beautiful night, do you want me to put the roof down?" "Sure." "Okay, go sit down over there and wait for me." I went and sat down, while Johnny flipped the switch to make the roof lay down, when he finished, he came over and poured us both a glass of wine. He finished his glass of wine, and then picked up his guitar and began to sing a beautiful song that he had written for me. At the end of the song I was in tears and had mascara and eyeliner running down my face. He leaned over and wiped the tears from my eyes, and began to slowly inch his way closer to my face. Our lips were almost touching, and I was breathing his breath. "Lily, I'm in love with you." "I love you too, Johnny." And with that he leaned the rest of the way in and I got the kiss I had wanted so desperately for so long. His kiss took my breath away, I saw fireworks, felt butterflies in my stomach, and all those other things that people always say that you feel when you kiss the person you love. He parted his lips and pressed his tongue against my lips requesting permission to enter, and I of course parted my lips to permit him entry. He was now, laying on top of me, our tongues dancing together, fire and wetness burning between my thighs. All of the sudden, he stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes. "Lily, if you aren't ready for this, we can stop, I love you and I don't want to push you to do anything you aren't ready to do, I've waited this long, and I can wait longer." When he said that, it just sealed the deal for me, I didn't even answer him, I just pulled his head back to my lips and continued to kiss him. He pulled the straps to my dress down and began to kiss my neck and shoulders. He began to kiss the tops of my bulging breasts, as he unhooked my bra in the back. Once he had freed my breasts he began to massage them and suck on my nipples. My juices were flowing down my thighs; I was so ready to take all of him inside me. He pulled my dress the rest of the way off and began to kiss down my stomach, stopping to circle his tongue around my navel. He moved down and began to kiss my feet, and up my legs, licking my inner thighs. He removed my black thong and threw it to the side, and planted a kiss on my juicy, shaven pussy. He licked up and down the outer lips, and then slipped his tongue up and down my wet slit, stopping only for a second to tease my swollen, aching clit. Sensing that I couldn't wait anymore, he dove into my pussy, sucking on my clit, and sticking one finger into my throbbing, wet hole, and then two. By this time I was bucking wilding against his face and fingers, moaning loudly and screaming his name, until finally I had the strongest orgasm I had ever had in my life. He licked up all my cum, and I pulled him back up to me so I could kiss him and taste myself on his lips. Now it was my turn, I pushed him back and sat on top of him and began to unbutton his shirt. I began to kiss and nibble on his neck, and kiss down his chest. I got to his pants and unbuckled his belt, and took off his pants. I began to kiss just above his boxers, and I could tell that I was driving him crazy. I removed his boxers to find his already rock hard cock. I leaned down and kissed it on the head; I licked up and down the shaft a few times, and then took all of him in my mouth. "Oh Lily, please let me fuck you now." I stopped sucking his cock, laid back, and spread my legs wide for him. I wasn't afraid of the pain; I had broken my hymen ages ago with a dildo. I could feel his dick head at the opening of my pussy. "I'll go slow and easy, I promise." He began to enter his dick into my tight pussy. "Holy fuck, you're tight!" "Duh...I'm a virgin." He finally got all of his dick into my pussy and began to push it in and out slowly. Gradually he began to pick up speed, until I wrapped my legs around him and screamed for him fuck me harder and faster. He was fucking me hard and fast and screaming my name, we were both on the edge of climax. "Oh fuck, Lily, fuck I love you so fucking much." My pussy walls began to tighten as a second powerful orgasm ripped through my body, causing Johnny to come as well. He fell on top of me kissing me and holding me close. "I love you, Lily." "I love you too, Johnny, and I am so glad that I waited for you." We covered up with a blanket and fell asleep in each others arms under the stars, knowing that this was just the beginning of what would be our long and happy life together. Worth the Wait It all started with a message from one of those reunion sites. It read "I've finally found you " and was signed "Much Love, Jennifer". There is only one Jennifer that I know and I met her over twenty years ago in college. She was married (to a total asshole, I might add) and had a daughter. We had become fast friends and confidants. There were many times that she would lean on my shoulder and cry over stressors in her home life. A lot of this stress was due to her husband who thought her getting an education was a total waste of time, and was becoming increasingly jealous of the friends she was making. Naturally, I sent a reply with my home address, e-mail address and phone number. If nothing else, it would be great to catch up with her. The next night, there was an e-mail message from her in my inbox. She was divorced, living in Georgia with her daughter and son (he came after we lost touch), and was working as a secretary in a hospital. She had two dogs (both hound dogs) named Freckles and Blue. She included her address and phone number in the message. I sent her a message telling her what I was up to. For starters, I was in the middle of a very messy divorce. I lived in a mobile home (a double wide close to Charlotte, North Carolina) worked in a local psychiatric center as a nurses aide, had no pets, no kids, but was still an avid reader. (My ex-wife often said that books were the other woman in our marriage. For me it was a way to escape her controlling issues and guilt trips). I also promised to keep in touch with her, sending email messages at least once a week. "Now that you found me, I do not want to lose touch with you again." So at least once a week we sent each other e-mail messages telling each other what was going on in our lives. One night, I got a phone call from Jennifer. She told me that she was taking the kids to the mountains to see her father and wanted to know if it was okay if she stopped by with them on the way there. Gee, what could I say? A chance to see someone I have not seen in over ten years? Of course the answer was yes I gave her direction to my place and she told me she would be here on Saturday around noon. Saturday could not get here fast enough. I was up at six in the morning, and put the finishing touches on the house. I showered, put on a fresh pot of coffee and before I knew it there was a knock at the door. There she was, as beautiful as I remembered her. Chestnut brown hair, brown eyes, generous mouth, and curves in all of the right places. I stepped back to let her in the house and she walked in and gave me the tightest hug I've ever had. Damn she felt great in my arms I did not want to let go. "I've been thinking of this for a long time" she told me. "You have no idea how much I've missed your hugs." "About as much as I've missed yours." I told her. I looked around for the kids, but they were not there. "I thought you were bringing the kids with you on your way to your dad's place." "I was, but he called earlier in the week and asked if I could bring them a day earlier. He wanted to take them camping, so I dropped them off last night." "So, how long do you plan on staying?" "I was going to get a hotel room and stay in town until Monday morning. I don't have to be to work until the afternoon." "Well, let me save you the price of a hotel. You can stay here, I've got the spare room." "Are you sure? I don't want to put you out or be an impsotion." "Yeah, I know. I'll have to call the other women who were coming here this weekend, but they'll have to understand." I said jokingly. "It is not a problem at all. In fact, I made up the room in case you and the kids needed a place to stay." "Well, at least allow me to take you to dinner somewhere. It's the least I can do." "You're on." We spent the rest of the afternoon strolling down memory lane and comparing lives. We found out that we had a few things in common. We both went through nasty divorces and we were both currently single. We decided to go to dinner. She told me she was in the mood for Chinese food and I knew just the place to take her to. During dinner, I felt her foot trace up the inside of my calf. I just passed it off, until I felt her foot go higher. I looked up and she was giving me the cat-who-ate- the -canary smile. "Ummmm....." "I have something I want to get off of my chest." she said. "For twenty years, I've often wondered what it would be like to be with you. When my ex would fuck me I dreamed it was you. When I use my vibrator, I think it is you pumping in and out of me." I sat there in stunned silence. I had no idea she wanted me all of this time. Hell, I wanted her just as much. "What I am trying to say is that I want you. I want you to fill every hole you want to. I want you to make love to me, to fuck me, to do whatever you want to me. Wild or mild, I don't care. I want to see what it is like to be with you." she told me matter of factly. "Well, it appears we have something else in common. I've wanted you for as long as I've known you. I too have often thought of what it would be like to fuck you, taste you, lick you all over, make love to you." Her smile lit the room. "Let's get out of here" I paid the bill and we headed back to my place. We pulled into my driveway. I turned to her and said "If you come through that door, it is on. There is no turning back. I want you to understand that." "I understand totally. Now get your ass out of the car and into your house." When we entered my place, I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her arms came around my neck and I backed her against the door. Our kiss intensified and she pulled herself tighter to me. When our tongues met, it lit the spark that ignited the powder keg of twenty years worth of passion. My hands came up and started to unbutton her blouse. She moaned deeply into my mouth. I pulled her bouse off of her shoulders and held it at her elbows, pinning her arms to her sides. I kissed and licked her mouth, her neck, her shoulder. I pulled her by the blouse and led her to the couch as I kissed her. The back of her knees bumped the couch and she went down onto the cushion. I got on my knees before her and kissed her again. My hands roamed around to her back and unhooked her bra. I tossed it to the side. I kissed my way down to her breasts and licked and nibbled her nipples. "Oh my God " she moaned. She arched her back and pressed her breasts closer to my mouth. "Don't stop That feels too damned good I had not intention of stopping. However, there were other areas of her body to explore. "Oh, you're gonna love what I have in mind next." My hands went to the button of her jeans and popped it open. I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of her jeans and panties and started pulling them off. She raised her hips to make it just a bit easier for me. I left her breasts and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Then I kissed a trail down her wonderful body. Her neck, her breasts, her belly, were all on the path to what I was dying to try. I kissed the insides of her thighs and bit lightly. Her hips started moving. She knew what was coming. I kissed up to her pubic mound and nuzzled my nose in the hair. My hands massaged her thighs as I kissed down to her pussy. I inhaled deeply before I lightly traced my tongue up her slit. I pushed my tongue in harder and tasted her juices. I lapped at her hungrily. I was like a starved man given his first meal in weeks. Her legs came over my shoulders and she pulled me closer to her. Her hands rested on my head and her fingers tangled in my hair. She was moaning loudly and I just licked harder and deeper. Her hips started grinding against my face. I licked higher and found her clit. The moment my tongue made contact with it, she pulled me harder into her and her legs wrapped around my neck. I licked nibbled and sucked on that delicious bud of flesh. I finger fucked her as I worked her clit over. She was moaning louder and louder. "Ohhhhhh Do not stop Please do not stop I am gonna cum soon " I placed my thumb on her clit to massage I so I could suck down her juices. Her hips moved faster against my tongue and thumb. It was not long before her body tensed up. It seemed to get tighter and tighter as she arched her back looking for release. She let out a long guttural moan as she came into my willing mouth. "Oh God Oh my God I am cumming " I sucked her juice willingly and slowed my licking. I wanted to bring her down slowly. Her legs released her grip on my neck and her fingers let go of my hair. I kissed my way back up her body. As I went I gently licked the sweat off of her body. Oh, she was tasty in every aspect. I sat next to her and looked into her eyes. She grabbed me by the back of my head and puled me in for a long, wet, passionate kiss. "My goodness, lover. You were the first man to do that to me." she said in a dreamy voice. It took a moment for that to sink in. "You mean I am the first man to go down on you?" "Yes. You were the first man to go down on me, and it was wonderful The girls at work would tell me about their boyfriends and how they would eat their pussies. I always felt out of the loop when they would discuss that. They would also talk about tasting themselves on their boyfriends lips. And yes lover, that was wonderful too." She kissed me again. "Just give me a minute to catch my breath, and I am going to return the favor." "That's not necessary...." she placed a finger on my lips. "It is very necessary. I've waited twenty years to see if you are as delicious as you look." I blushed at her remark. "I actually made you blush? Holy shit, this night is definitely made for firsts " She kissed me again, and kept kissing me as she climbed into my lap. Her fingers started to unbutton my shirt. She pulled my shirt open and scratched my nipples through my v-neck undershirt. It had the desired effect. My cock strained against my pants and started poking her in the ass. She kissed my neck, and gently bit. Her hands grabbed both sides of my v-neck and she tore it in half. Her fingernails raked down my chest and then back up again. Her mouth attached to my right nipple and she bit it as she sucked. She pinched the other nipple and chuckled as she heard my sharp intake of breath. I was harder than Chinese Calculus, and she damned well knew it. Her hands undid my belt, and popped the button on my jeans. She slid to her knees in front of me and grabbed my cock as she lowered her mouth to the tip. At first she sucked the tip, then backed off just a bit to lick the slit. The feeling was electric and delicious. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my dick and then engulfed the entire length. She slowly started bobbing her head up and down on my shaft. "Oh God Jennifer If you keep that up, I'm gonna blow my load right down your throat " I felt her teeth lightly rake up my shaft. "Good I want to taste you. I want to take all you have to offer." She lowered her mouth to my cock again and bobbed a few more times. "I want you to fuck my mouth." "Huh?" "I said fuck my mouth. Grab my head and force your cock into my mouth and fuck it Otherwise I stop " I did not need anymore prompting. I grabbed both sides of her head and forced my cock right into her willing mouth. I slowly pumped in and out as she sucked and batted her tongue on the underside. My pace picked up and she sucked harder. She started moaning loudly and the vibrations drove me wild. It was not going to be long now, and she knew it. "Jennifer, baby, I am about to explode in your mouth!" I gasped. She pushed my hands off of her head and sucked hungrily on the tip. Her tongue swirled around the tip and she darted her tongue into the slit. She knew what she was doing. Every muscle in my body started to tighten up. She raked her teeth over the tip, and my body got tighter. She sucked the entire length into her mouth and slowly pulled back and that is when it happened. I came so hard I damn near blew the back of her head off, and she didn't miss a single drop. She continued to suck until I was soft. When she was done she kissed her way back up my body and crawled into my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I tasted something odd, and realized it was me. I sucked hungrily on her tongue. As much as I thought I would be disgusted by something like that, it was turning me on more and more. What the hell, if women can do it, why not guys? "That was delicious." she said as she stroked my chest. "It tasted like something, oh what is the word I am looking for? I got it. It tasted like more." she said enthusiastically. She climbed off of my lap and asked where the bathroom was. I took her to the master bedroom where the master bathroom was also located. When she came out of the bathroom, I took her in my arms and kissed her. As we kissed, I walked her backwards towards my queen size bed. We got on the bed and kissed each other passionately. Our hands roamed all over our bodies. It was obvious that we both wanted more. That we both wanted what we've waited twenty years for. She broke the kiss and said "I want you to fuck me." With all of the kissing and petting we were doing, who was I to refuse. She definitely had me hard again, and I was quite sure she was wet. I climbed between her legs and found that she was very wet. She grabbed my cock and aimed it at her waiting hole. I slowly slid in, reveling at the warmth and tightness of her pussy. Damn she felt good. I pulled back and slid back in slowly, enjoying the feel of her. Her legs wrapped around my hips and she started fucking back. We both picked up speed and intensity. Her fingernails raked down my back and she bit my shoulder. That only spurred me on. I fucked her as hard as I could. Her moans were getting louder and louder, as were mine. I got up on my knees and pulled her into me. We ground against each other as I bent down to suck and bite on her nipples. I licked the sweat from between her breasts as we fucked harder and harder. Her legs wrapped tighter around me and I knew she was on the verge of cumming. I fucked her with longer deeper strokes. We were both on the verge of cumming. She pinched my nipples, and that was all it took to throw me over the edge. I flooded her pussy, and when I started, I felt her throb and flutter against my raging cock. We lay down beside each other, trying to catch our breath. I was tracing my fingers over her arm. "You were wonderful, Jennifer." "You too." She replied. "You were better than all of my fantasies about you. And you were most definitely worth the wait." "Just think baby, we have the rest of the weekend to fuck each others brains out!" She giggled and said "Honey, when I am done with you, you will be walking sideways and saddle sore." "Bring it on baby! Bring it on." Worth the Wait The heat of the foamy scented water soothes me and I begin to drift away, for just a moment, forgetting the reason I am here. The reason for the fluttering sensation of butterflies in my tummy which has been with me most of the day. A rush of adrenaline flows through my veins like electricity as I remember. I have been waiting so long for this evening, the anticipation at times driving me close to insanity. I knew I had to wait, but the reckless side of me had often wanted to just throw caution to the wind. However as I lie in the warm bath, I am glad I waited. I know you are worth it and I love living in this moment right now, knowing what is to come. I realise that time is passing and I must get ready. I slowly lather up my body, working the soft bubbles over my smooth pale skin, allowing my hands to caress my curves. My full breasts feel heavy and soft in my hands and I pause to squeeze gently, before pinching harder at the nipples. I sigh slightly as I imagine your lips there, as I have often imagined before. The memory of your lips brushing my neck only arousing me more. I lift my full but curvy body out of the water and sit on the side of the bath while I shave my legs, making sure I'm perfectly smooth for your strong hands to explore. As I work the soapy sponge up my inner thighs I think of your hands doing the same, and I feel that familiar heat in my pussy. I take time to carefully shave my soft lips smooth for you. Running my fingers over the smooth wet lips makes me gasp slightly and I allow my fingers to explore further. Gently pushing between my deep pink, slippery lips, sending little shocks through me. The tight walls of my pussy feel hot and wet against my fingers and I have to fight the temptation to carry on this way, teasing my pussy and clit with my fingers. I don't want to cum, not yet anyway, I am saving that just for you. So I climb out of the bath and carefully towel myself off. After drying off I work some lotion into my skin, making it as soft and silky as possible, loving the sweet smell. I know you love the smell of my warm skin, my natural scent mingling with the exotic lotion. Many times I have seen the fire in your eyes as you inhale me as we held one another. I add a little perfume, but not too much, I want you to smell me through it. Sitting on my bed, feeling the cool cotton of the sheets beneath my naked skin, an image of you flashes through my mind. I see you over me, holding me down, my hands raised high over my head. You are staring down at me with an intense look, about to enter me for the first time. I open my eyes and take a deep breath; soon... I dress myself for the evening, nothing too obvious, some tight blue jeans over a simple black satin thong and a blue, strappy top. Cut very low between my breasts, giving you a flash of my black satin bra and what lies beneath. My feet I leave bare, just adding deep red varnish to my toenails. I take time over my makeup, wanting to impress you when I answer the door. I emphasise my eyes. I know how you love them, my 'blowjob eyes' you call them. I enhance their deep seductive brown with plenty of black eyeliner so I know they will stand out, even as it gets dark. A little cherry red gloss on my full lips, knowing they will look so good wrapped around your cock later and I'm nearly ready. I brush through my golden, slightly red hair and let it tumble down my back naturally. With music playing quietly and I pour myself a glass of sweet rose wine while I wait for you. The cool liquid feels good in my throat and helps to take the edge off my nerves. I can't wait for your perfect hands, so strong but soft to touch me, to control me. My heart jumps at the sound of the doorbell and I check the mirror one last time before answering. One look at that smile of yours and I'm lost. Whatever clever thing I had planned on saying goes flying out of my head and I just wrap my arms around your neck, pulling you close to me, my head on your shoulder, my face pressed against the side of your neck; the smell of you already turning me on. Your lips brush my ear as you whisper "hey" then pull back a little to kiss me gently. We sit close together, on the sofa, cuddling and talking about our day. Occasionally stopping to just look into each others eyes and kiss slowly, our hands lazily wandering over each others bodies. You tease, running your hand over my tummy, just below my breasts, which are aching to be touched, squeezed, but that's as far as you go. I tease you back, my hands running over your thighs and down your stomach, never quite touching the growing lump in your trousers. We both know how much the other wants more, but there is no rush, every moment feels too good to waste. I break the kiss for a moment and turn slightly on the sofa, facing you now. There's a question in your eyes and I answer, placing my legs either side of you. You take my hands, lacing your fingers between mine and push me backwards, my head resting against the arm of the sofa and you raise my hands over my head and hold me there. Again, you tease, always teasing, letting your soft lips brush mine, letting me feel your breath on them but not quite kissing me. We lie there, enjoying the feeling of each others bodies pressed hard against our own. I squeeze you between my thighs and lift my head as much as I can, you still holding me down. You stare in my eyes and giggle, making me wait another moment before kissing me. The kiss this time is harder, more urgent. I suck your lower lip, loving the taste of you and you suck my upper lip back, hard, making me moan slightly. The sensation sends a thrill through me and I feel my body respond to it, my heart racing, my pussy clenching as the dampness between my thighs grows. This time you break the kiss, "I love you" you say, not giving me time to answer before you kiss me again, running your tongue over my lips before pushing it into my mouth. The weight of you on top of me drives me crazy, I feel a little helpless and I want more, want you to control me totally. I'm yours and yours alone and I want you to take me. You release my hands and I run them over your strong shoulders and down your back, pulling you to me and I grind my hips against you. I can hear you breathing harder as I move and I know this time we wont stop, wont hold anything back. I kiss along your jaw and drag my lips over your skin, down the side of your neck before softly kissing my way back up, loving hearing you sigh as I softly kiss your ear and whisper " I want you so much right now." You reply "I know baby" and run your lips over my neck, dipping your head lower to tease the soft freckled skin on the top of my full breasts. I hold your head to me, wanting you to go further. Your hand squeezes my right breast softly before easing the edge of my top and bra aside and letting your tongue finally taste my hard pink nipple as it swells even more under your loving attention. I feel a shiver run through me as you suck on me, your tongue making me moan and close my eyes, but I don't want to miss this moment, I look down at you, looking back up to me with those gorgeous eyes as you lick my nipple slowly. Watching the effect you're having on me, how you're turning me on. I'm so wet for you now, my swollen little clit tingling and throbbing, desperate for your touch. I feel your hard cock grinding against me through our clothes and I need to feel you inside me. You sit up, and just watch the lustful, longing look on my face as I lie in front of you, one breast still exposed, my legs spread either side of you. You stand and take my hands, helping me up to stand in front of you. You wrap your arms tightly around me and run your hands down my back, resting them on my full ass, hooking your thumbs through the belt loops on my jeans, pulling me hard against you as you kiss me one more time. We both know what's about to happen as I lead you into my bedroom and pull you down on top of me on my bed. Laid on my bed, under you, my pussy dripping I close my eyes. For just a moment I take it in, how you feel, how you smell. Right here and now I'm all yours, always will be. You can do whatever you want to me right now. I want you to own me completely. You undo my jeans and ease them down my soft thighs slowly before firmly rubbing my aching pussy through my satin thong. You can feel the material is soaked through, I'm so wet for you. Sliding your fingers under the waistband you work it down my thighs then along with my jeans remove it completely, revealing my smooth wet pussy lips. I work the straps of my top and bra over my shoulders, finally releasing my breasts completely. You spread my legs wide and I feel exposed and vulnerable as you look at me, near naked beneath you. I watch you kneeling between my thighs as you pull your t-shirt off. I raise my legs a little feeling your skin against my bare thighs at last, you feel so good. You work your way down the bed and I gasp at the feel of your hot breath against my wet lips. You love to tease me, as you always do, just running your lips over my smooth skin, nibbling gently, making me want it all the more; "oh fuck!" I feel your hot wet tongue against me at last. I've wanted this so long. A wave of pleasure hits me and I need to take a second to catch my breath. You don't let up though, you work a finger deep into my pussy while your tongue keeps running up and down my slit, then you start working it over my clit, relentlessly, making me pant and moan. I'm breathing harder as you work your tongue slowly over my swollen clit in circles. Every stroke of your tongue pushes me closer and closer. My hands are running over my breasts, pinching my nipples hard as I writhe and squirm on your face. One hand goes to the back of your head and holds you there as you push your fingers hard into me. You take my hand and I squeeze back, completely lost in you. I'm whispering your name and moaning "oh fuck" over and over as you finger fuck my tight wet pussy, I'm so, so close now, you suck on my clit, gently biting and I can't take it anymore. My wet pussy squeezes your fingers hard as I cum on your face. You crawl back up my body and kiss me hard, I love tasting myself on your lips and tongue, my head still spinning. I lie on the bed, thighs still spread as I watch you stand next to the bed and undress. You have that look in your eyes again, I know it so well. I know what you are thinking, I know you want me. You seem a little nervous but that slightly amused sparkle is there as you watch me stroking myself, still so turned on for you. You know exactly what you're doing to me and you love every minute of it. There's a glint in you eyes though, something mischievous and for a moment I am nervous, I'm unsure what you're planning. However you just lay down beside me, running your hand down the side of my face and your lips softly work over mine. I let my tongue slowly slide over your lips before slipping it into your mouth, letting my hands wander all over you at last . You moan softly into my mouth as my warm fingers finally curl around your rock hard cock. I take my time, wanting to tease you like you did me, wanting to get to know every inch of you. Gently sucking and biting your bottom lip I pull away a little, looking you straight in the eye. You know what I'm going to do, what I want. I need to taste you, have done for so long. I take my time working my way down your body, letting my lips drag over your skin, loving the smell of your skin and the feel of your hand stroking my back. My hand never stops stroking you, firmly, oh so slowly, all the way down, softly stroking your balls before working back up, running my thumb over the head; over and over. I let my lips wander over your stomach before looking up at you, meeting your eye as I, still holding your cock in my hand, run my tongue around the head softly, then again slightly harder. I lick you from the tip to the base and back a few times, each time letting my tongue swirl around the top, looking you in the eye, tormenting you, loving your taste and the way you are looking at me. Your eyes are burning into me, I love how you look right now and I'll never forget it. Your eyes close now though as I wrap my lips tightly around you, sucking ever so gently, just an inch or two, then back up again, pausing; and again, this time sucking you harder, taking more of you into my hot mouth with every stroke. I stop to lick you again, letting my tongue explore every inch, then suck you down again till I feel your thick hard cock against the back of my throat. Getting into a rhythm, getting faster I work you in and out of my mouth, sucking you hard, letting my tongue work over you, my hand following my lips up and down you. I love hearing your moans, the effect I'm having on you turning me on even more. I need more. Lifting my lips from your throbbing cock, I stare in your eyes and simply whisper "fuck me babe; now." Your reaction thrills me as you grab my wrists and pin me to the bed, your full weight on top me as you push your tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard, forcefully. I can feel you between my legs, nudging against my tight wet lips, I need you inside me, now. I want you to take me but you just look at me; "fuck me, please, just fuck me" I'm all but begging you. Instead you shake your head slightly and reach for something over my head. I feel the cold metal before I realise what's happening. You've found the cuffs hooked around my headboard and my hands are locked over my head. The feeling of being restrained like this, totally helpless to you drives me mad, drawing more moisture from my aching pussy. I'm dying for you to take me, but you're making me wait, still, and there is nothing I can do about it. I moan out of frustration as I feel your throbbing hard cock sliding over my slippery wet clit as you bite and kiss my neck, then down my chest before running your tongue over my nipples; cries escaping my lips as I feel your teeth graze each one. You sit up, looking down at me squirming underneath you, all yours. Spreading my legs wide, you rest your hands against the backs of my thighs, supporting yourself, holding me down completely, I can't move now. Staring down at me and without warning you finally take me, filling me with the full length of your thick cock, stretching me. I cry out and bite my lip, moaning as your balls grind against me. You feel so good, we've wanted this so long. After a moment you slowly pull back, almost all the way before ramming into me hard again, over and over, slowly, deliberately, driving me closer and closer to another shattering climax. Faster now, my legs over your shoulders, you fuck me, like I've always wanted you to, since we met up. I'm so close again, shaking slightly, my mouth dry, whispering "oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me, harder." My muscles tight with need and anticipation, it hits me, wave after wave rolling over me, you keep fucking me, my swollen pussy gripping you, wanting more, just more. As I catch my breath, you screw me slower, letting my legs relax and fall to the bed, you lay on top of me. Closer now, you kiss me, as I calm and relax a little. I wrap my legs around your body, loving the closeness, loving you. You're moving fast now, more urgently, my hips meeting every thrust. I know you're going to cum soon, and the warm tingling I have tells me I'm going to again, too. I nip and suck at your neck, your shoulders as you move faster on me, needing to taste you as I cum again, every nerve ending on fire. Your breathing is ragged and your moans in my ear tell you're about to lose it: "cum in my mouth babe" I say into your ear. You pause, just a second, to look at me; to make sure before pulling out of me and grabbing me by my hair, shoving nearly your whole cock into my waiting mouth as I lie beneath you. I love the taste of my pussy on you as I suck hungrily , nearly as much as I love the taste of your cum as it hit's the back of my throat and fills my mouth. I work my lips gently over you wanting to swallow every drop. You gently slide from my mouth and lie back on top of me, your head against my shoulder, out of breath. After a moment or two you release my hands, carefully rubbing the red marks left by the cuffs and kissing them softly. I curl up in your arms, head against your chest and close my eyes. I love you. Worth the Wait I collected my luggage and scanned the airport for familiar faces. He knew I was coming in today but I didn't expect him to come pick me up. Our phone conversations had been so full of sexual tension lately that I think we were both nervous about seeing each other again. It had been nearly ten years. Would we live up to each others expectations? When I didn't see anyone I recognized waiting for me, I proceeded out the doors to hail a cab. "Best Western Cedar Park please" I told the cabby as he loaded my bag into the trunk. I was anxious, excited and unbelievably turned on. I knew how I intended our reuniting to go, and I was pretty sure he felt the same way. At the hotel, I unpacked my things. 'Should I call him?' I thought to myself, 'no, he knows I'm coming in today, he'll call me.' As I deliberated back and forth between calling him and not, there was a knock at my door. "Who is it?" I called out "Who do you think?" was the reply. My heart was in my throat as I opened the door, and I couldn't cool my burning desire for him. I beamed and my heart jumped at the sight of him. Here. In front of me. It had been too long. Without a word he kissed me. His one hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in, his other on my hip, venturing towards my ass. I felt my knees weaken and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. The kiss was perfect. No words would have suited what needed to be said between us, but that kiss said it all: years of longing, of truly missing and needing each other. It was tender, sweet and gentle, but still firm and passionate. As we parted I looked him in the eyes. "Hey you." I practically whispered, smiling. He smiled back, "hey." I pulled him into the room and shut the door, making sure to hang the 'do not disturb' sign on the knob. He turned, pushing me into the now closed door, kissing my neck, along my jawbone, nibbling on my ear before kissing me full on the lips again and pressing himself against me. I could feel his hardness against my thigh and shifted my weight so it would press against the right spot. He grinded into me and I moaned. "Don't think I've forgotten how much you like that." He practically hissed into my ear. "I haven't forgotten anything." No more innuendos like when we talked on the phone. No more holding things back. We weren't kids anymore either. This was real, grown up, and hot. "I don't want to hold anything back from you." I told him, between kisses. "I've waited too long to take things slow." He replied. I pushed against him, moving towards the bed. My hands pulled at his sweater, desperately trying to free him from its constriction. He pulled it over his head and quickly did the same with mine. My bra quickly found itself on the floor, and he cupped my breasts in his hands and kissed them, then swirled each nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly as I fumbled with the button on his pants. He stepped out of them and his boxers as I pushed him onto the bed. I kissed him hard, and tried not to think too much about what I was next going to do. He'd told me in the past he had fantasized about my blowjobs, and I was worried he'd built them up in his head. I wanted to live up to my own reputation! I slid down his body, leaving a trail of light kisses on his chest. I reached my goal, but decided to tease him a bit. "Can you handle... waiting... a little... longer?" I asked as I kissed gently, first the inside of one thigh, then the other. He moaned softly and managed to utter, "you're cruel." "It's been what, 9 years since you've felt my mouth on you?" I asked, my lips practically touching him, pouring my hot breath over him. "What's a little -" He cut me off, "please!" "Oooh, we're begging!" I exclaimed playfully, caressing the length of him with a single fingertip. " I like begging." "Please." He repeated. "Please what?" I hissed, gently swirling the tip of his cock against my tongue. "Don't' make me wait any longer." He pleaded, and inhaled sharply as I took his full length into my mouth, then groaned in pleasure. I licked and sucked, rolling my tongue around him. I took him deep, hinting at what I was able to do, but keeping a few of my tricks for the time being. I savoured every moan. His hand rested on the back of my head, but he didn't push. I fully absorbed every minute of sucking his cock. I felt him twitch and he groaned as a surge of hot cum filled my mouth. I kept going until he was completely drained, then made sure to look at him while I swallowed. I saw a smile, a smile of satisfaction with a hint of wickedness. "Your turn," he said sweetly. "Hun you don't have to," I protested, but he pushed his finger against my lips to shush me, and kissed me gently. "This," he paused "I want to do for you." I sighed as he moved with me and laid me on the bed. He undid my pants and I lifted my hips as he wiggled them off. He slid his hand beneath my panties and his fingers caressed me. "You're so wet!" he hissed. I just smiled, savouring his touch. He kissed my neck, nibbling a bit on my collarbone as his fingers explored beneath my panties. He kissed my breasts, swirling his tongue around each nipple before continuing down my belly. As he reached my waist, he slid my panties off. I closed my eyes and felt his breath on me, then his mouth. His tongue gently explored me. I moaned aloud as he found my clit. He rolled his tongue on it and sucked gently, while he slid a finger, then two, back inside me. I moaned as his fingers thrust in and out and he rolled my clit in his mouth. The sensations intensified as I felt an orgasm building. I cried out as I came, pressing myself into his mouth and fingers. He didn't pull away until my cries subsided, my body stilled, and breathing started to slow. He looked up at me and smiled. When he slid up the bed to my face I kissed him, hard. I put my hands on his hips and he maneuvered on top of me. He stopped for a moment to look me in the eyes. His cock, now quite hard again, was pressed up against my thigh. I ached for him to be inside me and tried to wiggle my hips to get closer to him. "Who's begging now?" he asked with a smirk. "I'm not begging," I insisted, "I'm demanding. I want you. Now." He kissed me and gently slid himself into my waiting core. We both moaned and looked into each other's eyes, without moving, savouring exactly how it felt to be connected this way. Slowly he began to thrust and I arched my back to feel him deep inside me. I could have stayed that way forever. The feeling of being with him at last was unbelievable. He had a hand in my hair, winding his fingers through it. His thrusting intensified, and I growled, grinding my hips to take him harder and deeper. For a second time I felt him shudder, and he thrust deeply as he came, moaning loudly in satisfaction, practically grunting my name. I beamed, kissing him as he withdrew from me. He collapsed on the bed beside me and caressed my cheek, brushing my hair out of my face. "That was..." I paused, searching for a suitable word to describe what had just occurred. "Well worth the wait." He finished. Worth the Wait "Let me suck Your cock," I begged Him as I slid my hand along His length. I loved the surge of emotional energy I always got from Him. I loved the way his cock felt as I grasped it in my hand; the feel of soft skin over the solid muscle inside - definitely a case of the steel hand inside a velvet glove. "Not yet," He growled low in my ear. He liked to make me squirm, to make me beg. I gasped as I felt his cock pulse in my hand. Every time we were together He treated me to something new. I moaned, feeling my juices flood my pussy. I knew that it would only take one touch from Him to make me cum. "Please, Master... touch me... I need to feel Your hands on my skin," I begged again. He laughed low. "Oh no, baby girl. You're not going to cum yet. Not until I say You can." I whimpered in response. The loss of control was so exciting to me; being controlled by Him, giving up to Him, allowing Him to dictate to me what I was allowed to be and do made me hotter and hornier than I had ever been in my life. "Harder," He growled, another surge of passion causing Him to shudder. I did as He told me, closing my eyes and whimpering softly as His cock grew even larger and harder in my hand. He could tell I was nearly at my breaking point when He finally whispered, "Now," and pushed my head down onto His cock. I licked my way up and down His cock before slipping my mouth down, taking all of Him in my mouth and into my throat. He moaned in appreciation as I slid His cock all the way in without gagging. He slid his fingers into my hair, making fists and pulling, just the way He knew I liked it. Somehow He always knew what to do to push me over the edge. He used my hair to hold my head steady as He fucked my mouth. I panted shallowly, knowing that He was close. He always got rougher with me near the end. ---- Our relationship had progressed slowly, from staying up all night talking to lying together and cuddling. It had taken a month before He'd allowed me to even see His cock, another two weeks before He'd let me touch it. Then came the day when He let me stroke Him. I was in heaven, feeling His cock fill my hand... But then He pulled away and wouldn't let me finish Him, saying I needed to earn it. We'd been together for nearly a year and He still hadn't cum for me. I knew He'd finish Himself off after He sent me away. He knew I stood outside the door and listened more than once, hearing Him growl my name as He came. I'd crawl into my cold bed and touch myself, imagining it was Him, dreaming it was His cock stroking along my slit and deep inside me as I came all over Him. Tonight I prayed it would be different. I wanted my Master to fill my mouth with His cum; I was nearly desperate to know I had pleased Him. He knew it. I knew He did. I'd told Him over and over again how much I wanted to please Him, how much I wanted Him to cum in me, on me... just cum for me, please!! ---- His hands tightened in my hair as He shoved His cock into my mouth; shallow strokes, then deeper strokes. Shallow, deeper, shallow, deeper... I had tears in my eyes from the stress, my body shaking from the effort not to cum, waiting for Him. I could feel a growl building deep in His chest. It pushed me over the edge; I couldn't hold out any longer. My fingers dug into His thighs where I had placed them to steady myself. His own orgasm broke loose at my touch. "YES, babygirl!" He growled as He forced His cock even deeper in my throat and unloaded, His hips thrusting as He pressed my head into Himself. I swallowed as He filled my throat and mouth with his cum, trying to make sure I got it all, not wanting to waste a bit of it, now that He'd finally let me have it. He held me there so long I thought I was going to pass out from lack of air before He finally used my hair to pull me off His cock slowly. He groaned as I sucked at His cock as I slid back, then chuckled at me as I pulled forward, trying to get His cock back in my mouth. "Now, now," He laughed softly. "Don't be greedy." He wrapped His arms around me and pulled me down onto the bed with Him, cradling me against His broad chest. I laid my head on His shoulder, marveling at the strength I could feel there. He looked down at me, then reached up to wipe a tear from my cheek. "Crying, babygirl?" He asked in surprise and concern. "Did I hurt you?" "Oh no, Master. I just... I've wanted this for so long..." He chuckled again and pulled me close, holding me tight as He whispered in my ear, "But wasn't it worth the wait, babygirl?" I nodded and smiled, knowing this was only the beginning... Worth the Wait Even while we still sit in the bar tonight, when we have only just started on our second drinks, I am almost painfully aware of every detail. Each slow blink, each time you wet your lips, the slightest movement of the muscles in your forearms. I think I can feel the static sparking back and forth between us, and occasionally need to breathe deeply to steady my heartbeat. I've abandoned my usual strict self-monitoring, because I can feel your eyes like fingertips along the deep vee of my shirt, over the curve of one pale breast, and then the other. I love it. I shift around every now and then, drawing your eyes back to the shadow between my breasts when I think you've looked elsewhere too long. I'm sure the images flashing in my mind are just as frequent a distraction for you, yet we both continue to smile, and chat pleasantly. We both continue to act as if the erotic current flowing across the hi-top isn't affecting either of us. When you order the third round, you raise your right arm to get the waitress' attention. I can see the sinew curving from your bicep to your wrist, and your shirt collar slips aside to show your pulse at the base of your throat. Inhaling sharply through my nose (which only compounds the issue when my lungs fill with your cologne, and your skin, and something else that belongs entirely to you), I excuse myself for a moment. I lock the bathroom door and lean back against it, trying to catch my breath. I turn my head the the left, examining my reflection in the tarnished mirror above the sink. I am flushed, pupils dilated, lips red and swollen from biting them lightly to keep myself focused -- and to call attention to my mouth. I want to keep you thinking about my mouth. I can see the lace edge of my bra where the neckline of my shirt has slipped, and I lift one hand -- intending to fix it. Instead, I stroke my fingers lightly over the top of my breast. Then lower, dipping under the edge of the lace, trailing almost tenderly across each. Impulsively, I tug both shirt and bra aside, exposing my left breast fully in the mirror, and I cannot help but tweak my firming nipple. The sensation is sudden and almost unbelievable, and I slide my other hand into the waistband of my pants, into my underwear, where I press my clit firmly between my first and second fingers. I am already wetter than I thought possible. Staring into the mirror, into my own eyes, mouth open and breathing rapidly, I begin to stroke the slickness between my thighs. I squeeze my nipple gently, regularly in time with pressing my clit. I thought I could hold out tonight; but, here I am, fingering myself in the bathroom at the bar. The pressure builds, and I throw my head back against the door, my eyes fluttering closed. Small, animal mewling sounds are coming from my throat, and I can't be bothered to quiet them. Someone knocks on the door, startling me away from it and my hands away from their wonderful activity. "Just a minute," I call, and wash my hands and straighten my clothes. My walk back to the table is in a daze, since I'm consumed with how I'm supposed to control myself at this point. I do, though, and we spend two more drinks dancing with one another in our minds. The lights go up, and you smile at me, telling me to come on outside when I'm ready, that you'll take care of getting the cab. I gather my things as slowly as I can without looking strange, preparing for the close contact the backseat of the taxi. It doesn't do much good; nothing prepares me for the close contact I can have with you. The fifteen minute cab ride is a test of willpower. Mere inches between us on the seat let me feel the warmth of your thigh through your jeans, and you drape an arm lightly over my shoulder. I lean over against you, hyper-aware of your hand against my collarbone. I slide my cheek along your shoulder, inhaling your smell, watching your pulse speed up to a frantic pace. I press open lips to the vein, flicking the tip of my tongue lightly along it. Your response is immediate and gratifying. Sucking air through your teeth, you tighten the hand resting on your leg convulsively, and the hand on my shoulder slides deftly lower to cup my breast. Lightly, rhythmically, you stroke my nipple through my clothes with your thumb. I lick and nip the skin of your neck, and watch with a smile as the front of your jeans rises and tightens. I slip my hand under the edge of your shirt and start to slide your belt free from its buckle. The cab driver clears his throat loudly, indignant, and all hands in the backseat settle back into proper places. It's only a few more minutes, but I haven't done myself any favors by buckling to every impulse all night. I all but vanish from the taxi as it pulls up to the door; I'd rather not look the driver in the eye and I'm sure I look at least half-crazed. It takes hours, days, for you to get to the door behind me and unlock it. The living room is dark, lit only by the glow of the streetlight through the blinds. Before I can adjust to the darkness, you slam the door and crush me full-length against you, one hand locked on the back of my neck, the other sliding down the back of my jeans to grip my ass. You're kissing me so hard I moan into your mouth, feeling lips and teeth and wanting more. I suck your tongue into my mouth as hard as I can, pulling at it, lapping with my own tongue, showing you what I plan on doing to your cock if you ever give me the chance. With a ragged gasp, you break the contact, pushing me back into the room a few feet. You reach over one shoulder and strip off your shirt, advancing on me slowly. I lift my arms as you grab the hem of my shirt, tug it over my head and toss it aside, then flick open the clasp on the front of my bra. I let it slide to the floor as you cup both breasts, suckling each nipple in turn, pulling the gasps and moans from me. You let go only to kiss me again, hard and deep, hands wound in my hair just above my neck. You use that leverage to force me to my knees in front of you, and I can't get your belt and pants unfastened quickly enough to suit me. I pull out your cock, erect and throbbing, and wrap my lips around the head. With your hands clenched in my hair to guide me, I let your dick glide into my mouth, swirling my tongue from base to tip and back again. I clamp my lips around it, sucking hard, the way you like it. You revel in the sensation for a few minutes, then pull me away from your hips, lifting your cock and pulling my face into your balls. I lick over them lightly, letting each rest in my mouth. You've loosened your grip a little, and I return to your cock, sucking and licking until your moans give way to a gasp and you jerk away from me. Breathing hoarsely, you stare down at me, wide-eyed and predatory. In a moment, I read a decision in your face that makes me want to smile. One hand in my hair and one hand gripping my upper arm lets you spin me effortlessly around to face the coffee table, and, before I realize, you've bent me over face down on it. The air in the room is not particularly uncomfortable, but the slate top of the table is like ice. My nipples contract almost violently when they make contact, a lightning bolt that rockets straight to my clit. I know that if you were to so much as touch my pussy at that moment, my orgasm could render me unconscious. But you know better than that. You pin both my arms behind my back with one hand and yank my pants down, so that my ass is exposed to anything you have planned. I hear you kneel behind me, and then you lean down to treat me to the feeling of your tongue between my legs. You kiss my thighs and ass, and lick over my pussy lips. When you press the tip of your tongue to my clit and flick lightly, I moan, "Yesssss, baby, lick my pussy. I'm so wet for you... Oh, I want you to fuck me now." You move away, and I hear a foil wrapper tear. If I had known you had a condom in your pocket, I would have been fucking you in the bathroom at the bar, or in the alley next door, or in any number of places I could have found during the evening. You spread my thighs with your free hand, and, in one swift, smooth motion, thrust your cock deep into my pussy. I arch my back and cry out, because I can't imagine anything that feels better than this. You return a hand to the back of my head and shove me back down onto the table, and then you start to move. I was wrong. The only thing that feels better than your plowing into me with that cock is your fucking me with it. I can't even try to care that the neighbors might hear the noise I'm making; I love it so much. But judging from the sounds coming from you, you feel the same way. Bent and trapped as I am, I can't do much talking, but you're saying the things I like to hear, anyway. "God, I fucking love your pussy. Take it, you hot bitch." You force my shoulders back onto the table, making my nipples rub against the smooth slate. "You stay down and you take it. Your pussy's been hungry for this all night. I know you love getting my cock; I'm going to make you cum so hard, baby, so hard." Every bit of my arousal is coalescing as you pound my pussy. Just when I can feel frustration start to build, you slip a hand down over my belly and catch my clit between your thumb and forefinger. When you start to squeeze and rub, squeeze and rub, I descend almost completely into incoherence. In between open mouthed moans I call out to God or Jesus or for you to keep fucking me. It starts as a tingle in my extremities, becoming almost a vibration in my thigh muscles, and then my orgasm cuts off all of my sounds, because I don't even remember to breathe. I don't know how long I stay crouched there, riding the ecstatic spasms, my pussy throbbing and clutching your cock, while you continue to thrust away behind me. When I come to my senses, it's clear that you're nearing your own climax, and I pay close attention, since this is yet another of my favorite parts. You've already stopped talking, but now your grunts and moans subside to heavy, rasping pants. You turn your attention inward, focusing on your finish, and your hands slide down to my hips. With the added leverage you fuck me harder, faster, driving your cock as deep as you can, until you stop, hands and thighs shaking, and I look back over my shoulder. You cum with a long, loud, breathy moan, eyes shut tightly and lips drawn back over your teeth. I love that desperately out-of-control face, and my tired clit still twitches and jumps in response to it. You catch yourself on one hand to avoid flattening me against the table. We are both trying to recover our breath like we've just run a marathon, panting, trembling all over just slightly. You collapse back onto the carpet, pulling me with you, neither of us willing to break contact just yet. You move your hips against me, pressing your softening cock back inside. I take a shuddering gasp, and let out a soft laugh. You kiss a line lightly across the back of my neck. We need to get to bed eventually, but for now, the floor is good enough for both of us. Worth the Wait I'd never seen a real one. Certainly not up close. I'd thought about it but not in 15 years. My sophomore year in college I got stuck with a new roommate when my friend Ed dropped out of school unexpectedly over the summer. Terry was an okay guy. He was nice, well manners and extremely neat but we literally had nothing in common. He was an Art major with a minor in theater. I was a Business major with a minor in Economics. He played fantasy games like dungeons and dragons for fun in High School. I played Varsity Hockey, Baseball and Football for my high school teams. He liked guys and I was a total pussy hound. Terry was a good looking guy and many of the girls I brought back to my room told me once they met him that he was hot. Of course I wasn't threatened because I knew he was gay. He wasn't open about it but it was pretty obvious. He was slightly effeminate and his only female friends were the chubby drama queens and fag hags in the theater department. On more than one occasion I caught him staring at the bulge in my briefs when I was getting dressed and it came as no surprise when he made a drunken pass at me toward the end of the spring semester. I laughed off his advance and climbed into bed. He did the same thing and in the darkness I could hear the unmistakable sounds of him masturbating under the covers. It was strangely exciting to listen to his self pleasure and my dick stiffened as my roommate jerked his dick ten feet away. I silently joined him and stroked my dick until I came on my sheets. After I came I felt guilty and ashamed but that night I had an extremely vivid sex dream about Terry. The following night I was the one who had too much to drink. I staggered into my dorm room after an unsuccessful night of chasing girls. I was drunk and horny. "I'll suck your cock," Terry whispered as I pulled my shirt up over my head. I laughed nervously and tried to pretend that I hadn't heard him as I tossed my jeans onto the back of the chair in the corner of the room. "You don't have to do anything to me," he continued as he stepped closer and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my black Calvin Klein briefs. A shiver went through my body as his fingers grazed the soft bare skin of my hips. I glanced at the door to make sure it was locked and then watched him fall to his knees in front of me. My cock was hard and I groaned softly as Terry wrapped his lips around it. Terry played with my balls as his hot wet mouth engulfed my stiff rod. He looked up at me seeking approval but I looked away in shame. I was willing to accept his offer but my upbringing had taught me it was wrong and I was embarrassed. I closed my eyes tight as my roommate sucked my dick better than it had ever been sucked before. I came fast and hard and he swallowed it all as he moaned around my wet spitting cock. "Do you want to try?" Terry asked hopefully as he stood up and rubbed his hard dick through his shorts. "I can't," I told him as I climbed naked into bed but the truth was that I wanted to try. "Okay," he said softly as he wiped the evidence of my climax from the corner of his mouth and climbed into bed. I listened to him stroke his hard dick in the dark room and I wondered in drunken clarity if I should offer to help. Should I crawl across the room and slip under the covers. Should I push his hand aside and lick his cock. What would it feel like? What would it taste like? I heard him groan as he came. The next morning I pretended that I was too drunk to remember anything from the previous night but Terry knew it was a lie. I suspected he knew that he had awoken a curiosity in me. We never spoke about that night but it remained my secret memory. Form a long time I was curious about what it would feel like to have a hard throbbing cock in my mouth. My curiosity subsided over time and remained dormant until I met Tina. Tina was a freak. She loved to fuck and suck and there was nothing that she wouldn't try. We met the year after my divorce. I was damaged goods. I was drinking too much and chasing women like I was back in college. Tina was a sexy brunette with several tattoos and a pretty smile. She has a short compact body with big natural C cup tits, an improbably flat stomach, wide hips and perfect thick shapely legs. She wore her hair long and straight and she told me the night we met that she loved to have her hair pulled. We fucked that night and we became good friends thereafter but we were never serious or exclusive. We were fuck buddies and we could tell each other anything. One night we were lying in her bed after a marathon round of hot sweaty sex, drugs and porno. Tina had just finished a joint and I was halfway through my sixth or seventh beer. "What's your biggest fantasy," she asked as she tried to coax my spent cock back to life. "I'd like to do two girls again. I had a threesome with my ex but she just laid there like a dead fish and refused to do anything to the other girl. Plus she got jealous when I fucked the other girl. The other girl, her name was Jenna I think, was fat but a really good fuck even though she was more into my ex than me," I replied. "Two girls huh," Tina laughed, "I've don that. Well I mean me and another chick with a guy. Actually, I've done two chicks too." "Christ," I said loudly, "what haven't you done?" "Not much. I would really like the opposite of what you want. A threesome with two guys but," she paused, "I want to watch them go at it. I've had two guys before but they were afraid to so much as touch each other." "You know what," I mused as Tina looked at me intently. "In college I got a blowjob by my gay roommate." "Holy shit that's so fucking hot," Tina said excitedly. "I love guy/guy shit probably as much as you dig lesbo stuff." "I have never told anyone about that," I confessed. I described Terry and told Tina about my one drunken bisexual experience as she alternately stroked my dick and rubber her overheated pussy. "Would you do it again? She asked as she stroked my revived dick. "Would you do it to him?" She asked. Her fingers were buried in her soaking wet pussy and her breathing was uneven and ragged. "Maybe. I thought about it back then but I couldn't. I'm not gay and that was a tough thing to rationalize back then. I was only twenty at the time." "Fuck, this has me on fire," Tina panted. "I need you to fuck me hard." I eased my stiff cock into her liquid core and our bodies moved together in a frenzied symphony of thrusts and moans. We fucked hard with me on top, and then she rolled on top of me and rode my hard cock. "This position is the best," Tina panted as her body bounced on my dick. "It would be even better if you had a dick in your mouth." Tina closed her eyes as waves of pleasure rolled through her tight 35 year old body. Her chest heaved and her legs quivered as she came hard. Tina rolled off m and knelt between my legs. She wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked her juices from it as her right hand stroked my wet shaft. I felt my cum boiling deep in my loins. Her finger tickled my asshole as I exploded in her mouth. She hummed noisily as I filled her mouth with hot ream. Tina crawled up my body and pressed her lips to mine. She opened her mouth and my cum spilled into my mouth as our tongues entwined. "Swallow it by," she whispered as she kissed me deeply. I swallowed my seed as we kissed. It was the first time I had tasted cum and I was surprised that it wasn't bad at all. It was salty and had the consistency of warm yogurt but the taste was pretty good. Tina called me a week later. It was after midnight and she sounded drunk. "What are you doing?" She asked. "Sitting in bed with my cock in my hand," I teased. "Wanna take care of it for me?" "Yes," she hissed. "I'll be right over." Fifteen minutes later Tina knocked on the door. I opened the door and she was all over me. She led me into my bedroom as she peeled her clothes of leaving a trail of discarded clothes down the hall. Our lips met in a white hot kiss as her purse dropped beside the bed. Tina pushed me onto the bed aggressively and pulled her thong off. She stuffed her soiled panties into my mouth and straddled my hard cock as she tossed her bra to the floor. Her pussy was soaking wet and the squishy sounds of my cock in her pussy filled the room. "Damn Ti, you are wet baby," I moaned through her panties as she rode my stiff dick. Tina was off in another world. Her tits bounced as she thrust her pelvis down hard onto my throbbing unit. Her body quivered and she cried out loudly as she came. "Fuck, I needed that." She pulled her panties from my mouth and climbed off my granite shaft. "Lick me." Tina ordered as she turned around and lowered her sloppy cunt to my mouth. I could taste her usual essence mixed with a salty musk that I didn't recognize. "Lick me clean baby," she panted as I swallowed gobs of thick goo from her pussy. "Can you taste the cum?" she cried out as she came again. I hadn't cum yet and the realization that I had just licked another man's cream from Tina's pussy was both humiliating and incredibly exciting. My dick was achingly hard and I stroked it as I licked his cream from her well fucked cunt. "It's good isn't it?' Tina asked playfully. "I knew you'd like it. I have another surprise for you." Tina climbed off the bed and grabbed something from her purse. She strapped a harness around her waist and stood beside me with a realistic looking jell cock inches from my mouth. "Close your eyes baby," Tina said as she guided her cock to my lips. "Imagine this is Terry's hard cock. Let it slide into your mouth just like you wish you had done in college." I parted my lips and granted her access to my deepest fantasy. "That's it baby," Tina coo'd as I licked the underside of her cock. "Taste the salty essence of sweat. Feel the soft ridge of the head on your tongue. Run your tongue all over it." Her hips slowly jogged forward and back pushing her cock deeper each time. I could hear the wet slurping noises as I sucked her dick. It was surreal and they seemed to come from somewhere else. "Open your throat. Relax," Tina said calmly as her hands caressed my scalp. She pushed her dick deeper and deeper into my throat until the entire shaft disappeared inside me. I moaned around her cock as tears streamed down my face. I started to gag and Tina pulled back until just the wet saliva coated head remained in my mouth. "You suck a good dick," she praised as she pulled her cock out of my mouth. "Get on your knees." I knelt on the bed and our lips met in a torrid sensuous kiss. "Do you want more?" Tina asked as we kissed. "Yes," hisses. My cock throbbed and I needed to cum. I was on a journey of self discovery and Tina was my guide. "Bend over," she said as she wrapped her fist around her cock. I knew what she wanted and I hesitated. Sucking a fake cock was one thing but my ass had never had more than a small woman's finger inside it. "Go on, bend over. I'll be gentile." I bent at the waist as Tina climbed onto the bed behind me. I felt a cool slick liquid drizzle onto the crack of m ass and it felt good. I moaned softly. Tina started fingering my virgin ass and I liked it. I started pushing back to meet her thrusts. She added a second finger and then a third. "Do you want this?" She teased as she rubbed the head of her lubricated dick against my asshole. "Yes," I panted. I wanted her inside me. I had never imagined being fucked in the ass. Even in my wildest fantasies fifteen years earlier I never pictured something up my ass, but I was ready. Tina pressed the head of her cock against my sphincter. "Relax," she said softly as she applied more pressure. Her cock started to penetrate me. The pain was sharp and intense but bearable. She pressed on as I buried my face in the pillows and groaned. Inch after inch disappeared inside me until her hips pressed tightly against my ass. I felt full. I felt weak and yet my cock throbbed with excitement. Tina slowly withdrew. She backed out until just the head remained inside me. I felt empty. I felt weaker and my cock continued to throb and twitch with excitement. Tina eased her cock back inside me. My ass adjusted to her and it felt better. She fucked my ass with long slow stroked as my ass stretched from her big hard dick. "Harder?" She asked. "Yes," I moaned loudly. She grabbed my hips and started to thrust into me hard and fast. The room filled with the animalistic sounds of raw unfiltered sex. Her body slapped against mine. She moaned. I groaned. "Fasted?" "God, yes," I replied in short gasps. I was losing the ability to speak. I was hot. Hotter than I had ever been. My ass burned and my body was starting to shake. Tina fucked me harder than I could have ever imagined. She held my hips and pounded her big hard cock into my quivering asshole and I begged her to fuck me harder. It started deep inside me and it was unlike anything I had ever felt. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body as my cock pumped copious amounts of cum onto the sheets below me. Tina slowed but she didn't stop. She fucked my ass until I was empty. My cock continued to twitch and pump but I was completely drained. She pulled her cock from my gaping asshole and crawled beside me. "That was just the beginning baby," she whispered. "Next time I will bring a real cock." "Oh god," I moaned softly as I drifted off to sleep. Worth the Wait This was originally a story I wrote for my long term boyfriend, after we both decided to go to universities that were a few too many hours apart to see each other on a regular basis. He asked me to send him a 'cheeky' picture, but I decided this would be far more fun. This is my first submission, any helpful feedback is more than welcome. Worth The Wait This is a story I wrote a while ago, while I was still crushing on one of my friends big time. It is a goofy story where I attempted to convince her that we could work. Let's just say in real life distance won. Please vote and comment. SAbitch ******* It was a spur of the moment decision, Kay got home from work that Wednesday night and packed her bag, she put it the trunk and pulled out of her driveway in Roodepoort and headed for the N1 heading to Bloemfontein. With just one phone call and hearing her best friend's voice she knew she just had to see her, without disclosing her plans to Chantal she made that impulsive and immediate decision to go. It was a four and a half hour drive and Kay only stopped twice to stretch her legs that cramped if she stayed in the same position for too long. At the last stop she refilled her car and went to the bathroom to fix her hair and pull herself straight. She stared into the mirror, she was a good looking woman, even if she ha to say so her self. Her black hair was cut into a mohawk, short at the sides and spiky all the way around her head, her librette had spikes at each end as it curved around her lower lip, her blue eyes had a tinge of hazel around the pupils and her button nose was the tiniest bit skew after it had been broken during a fight in school three years ago. She loved going to the gym so she had a very toned body with muscles visible through her pale blue skinny jeans and her black 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' T-shirt. Her right lower arm was covered in a half sleeve tattoo consisting of fictional creatures like dragons and her upper left arm was covered in another half sleeve consisting of the theme. She gave herself another once over and walked back to her Audi R4, she stretched once and slipped in behind the steering wheel to make the last 100km of the trip. When she finally reached Bloemfontein it was just before nine at night and she immediately headed to Langhovenpark, the area her friend lived in. When she reached the security gate at her friends complex she dialed Chantal's number, after Kay almost hung up, Chantal answered, "Hey my bol!" "Hey my poef, listen how much do you trust me?" Kay asked. "Way too much, why?" Chantal's voice was suspicious. "Will you do me the favor of opening up the gate then? I sent someone to deliver something to you." Kay kept her voice impartial. "Okay? I'm opening it now, what did you send?" Chantal felt excitement fill her, Kay was always doing these sweet things for her. "You'll just have to wait and see." Kay waited as nervousness filled her. The gate opened and Kay hit the end call button as her car slowly hummed over the rail of the gate. She took a few turns and finally arrived at her friend's apartment, she was waiting outside and when she saw the car she started screaming. Before Kay could out of the car Chantal jumped on her and she fell back against the car. "Slowly, my muscles are in spasm." Kay said jokingly as she laughed at her friend's reaction. "What are you doing here?" Chantal couldn't believe it, here Kay was and Chantal's heart was beating out of her chest. "I missed you and decided to drive down." Kay smiled at her, 'God she's beautiful,' Kay thought. "I'm so fucking happy that you are here," as Chantal said that she pulled Kay in for another bone crushing hug. "Are you making coffee?" Kay asked as she removed her bag from the car and walked up the few steps to the front door. "Only because you drove all this way to see me," Chantal held the door open for Kay. Chantal put the kettle on as Kay carried her bags to the spare room. The apartment looked the same as she remembered it, white walls and off white carpets running through out the apartment, in the living area she had her large flat screen TV with a decent surround sound system and way too many DVDs. The large brown lounge suit called to Kay to just lie down for a while, but she ignored that urge and joined her friend in the kitchen just as Chantal poured the water in the mugs. Chantal couldn't wipe the smile off of her face and it pleased Kay. She always found Chantal the most beautiful when her full, light tan colored lips curled into a bright smile that reached those mesmerizing dark brown eyes. Kay simply stared at her friend, her long dark brown hair touching her shoulder blades, the cutest button nose than you'll ever see and that athletic body. God, every time Kay looked at that body she just wanted to get her naked. Chantal had full B cup sized breasts that perked high on her chest and her white tank top showed them off perfectly and her toned legs in those blue sandblasted jeans made Kay feel weak. The jeans also accentuated her round and small, but perfect ass. "Are we going out for a drink? You just have to come with me and shock the shit out of the bitches in this place." Kay admired how much confidence Chantal had in her, always wanting her to show the local lesbos that she didn't fear them. "Okay, we can go have a drink tonight, but tomorrow night it's just me and you and some DVDs. Deal?" Chantal almost jumped on top of Kay, "Thank you! Considering that they always want to gossip let's give them something to gossip about." "I don't live here anymore, I don't care what they have to say. They made life hard enough for me when I lived here, if I didn't have to see them at all I would be happy." Kay said dryly. "Well I want you to come with me, we won't talk to them, I just want them to see that I am with you." Chantal gave Kay her mug and took a seat next to her. Chantal always gave off so many mixed signals that Kay never knew how she truly felt about her, they could talk about sex and Kay would joke about she would make Chantal scream after Chantal denied that she was a screamer, the next moment Chantal would put a picture of her and some other girl on her profile. Kay gave up trying to figure it out, Chantal never gave her straight answers in any way. "Oh, so I'm only a trophy that you get to parade around with?" Kay loved pulling Chantal's leg, because she was so sensitive to how Kay reacted to something she said. "No. that's not what I meant! I love you, you know that and you're my best friend!" Kay burst out laughing when Chantal tried to explain, she hit her with a fist on the shoulder and Kay almost fell out of the chair in pain. "You are a real fucker sometimes, do you realize that?" Chantal said as she pulled her arm back. "Ouch! You hit way too hard for a femme! Jesus, little less benching!" "Just because I don't hit like a bitch doesn't mean that I'm going butch!" She turned on her heel and walked to her room to get ready for the drink, leaving Kay there massaging her shoulder. She downed her coffee in one gulp and walked to the spare room to change and put some deodorant on. She pulled her shirt over her head, kicked her black and red DC sneakers of and pulled down her jeans, she looked in the mirror and admired her latest tattoo. It was a tribal phoenix with musical notes in the wings, this tattoo had special meaning to her, it represented life and death and her beliefs in reincarnation. Like the phoenix, Kay believes that the day she dies she will be reborn from her ashes. Kay liked to admire her body, because she worked so hard to get it in this form and to maintain it. Her flat stomach bulged where her six pack showed, her v-line ran with perfect lines into her boy short underwear and her legs showed her muscles, even her ass was toned, but no part of her looked manly in any sense. She was simply more toned than the average woman, more or less like the more feminine athletes, she had B cup breasts, not as full as her friends, but clearly visible in her black and lime sports bra. Chantal burst into her room as she unpacked her bag to get her ripped jeans and black tight fitting tank top. "New tattoo?" she asked as she plopped down on the bed and watched Kay in her underwear. "Yeah got it about three weeks ago, you know for how long I've wanted it and I finally found someone who did the design perfectly." Kay mused looking at the tattoo. "It looks good on you." Chantal almost her next thought aloud, 'that body makes the tattoo look good.' Chantal let her eyes drift freely over her half naked friend, suddenly wondering what it would be like to have that toned body under her tongue, each time she saw Kay, she seemed to get hotter. Kay caught her wandering eyes as she pulled her top over her head. "Are you gonna keep staring?" Kay eyed her suspiciously. "I'm not staring, I am simply appreciating the view of my best friend in her underwear." Chantal blushed a little. Kay burst out laughing, "Is that why you are drooling?" Chantal immediately touched the back of her hand to her mouth and Kay laughed even harder. Chantal reached for Kay's hair spray and threw it at her, it hit her on her right hand. "Ouch, fuck! Do you always have to be so violent? I will need that hand to make you scream later, you know." Kay said holding her hand. "I don't scream and your hand won't be going anywhere that could make me MOAN." She said it simply but her eyes were daring. Kay pulled her jeans on and tightened her black belt, "Keep telling yourself that." "You won't be able to handle all of this," she stood up and pointed to her body. "Honey, I've had much more and a lot more kinky than you will ever be. This white bitch can handle anything you throw at her." Chantal blushed, Kay laughed as her tanned skin turned red. She stepped into her sneakers and touched her hair up. "Let's go miss you-can't-touch-this." Kay said as she walked out of the door. Chantal followed Kay out and locked the door while Kay started her car. "Thank you for opening the door for me!" Chantal shouted at her. "You have hands, so you can do it yourself." Kay mocked her. "Still the same Kay, just less romantic and chivalric," Chantal concluded. Kay turned her stereo up as 'Don't Wake Me Up' started playing, singing along to the song she drove toward 2nds. This had to be one of her favorite songs of all time, but it made her yearn for Chantal even more. They reached the club and Kay pulled into the parking lot behind it. "Make sure no one comes close to my car!" She told the car watch as she walked toward the entrance. "Yes, sure thing." He said moving closer to the car to keep an eye on it. They walked past the large windows and Kay immediately saw one of her foes, Gizelle, playing beer pong with her other foes, Freddy and Kay's ex Nora. "Great start to the night!" Kay moaned. "Ignore the idiots, they are constantly looking for attention just don't give it to them. If they come close to you I will kick this place down." Chantal smiled and took Kay's arm. She would protect Kay forever, event though Kay hardly needed it. Chantal hooked her arm into Kay's as they walked in, the bouncer hugged Kay and lifted her off the ground. "Long time, no see!" "How are you Pete?" Kay asked, laughing. "I'm good, just missing you! Now there's no one to carry to their cars or keep from beating someone up. It makes life boring." Pete complained jokingly. Kay laughed, "And here I thought it relieved your stress." As Kay stepped over the threshold one of her friends ran to her and almost caused her to fall backwards as she jumped on her. "My dimples!" Nads shouted. "Hey my smiley. How are you?" Kay said hugging her. "So happy that you're here!" Nads hugged her tighter. Nadz went on to hug Chantal and they left for the bar, Kay could feel the eyes on her. Everyone came to greet her at the bar, even, to her amazement, her ex. She still looked the same, tall, skinny with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. "Hey how are you?" Nora asked, genuinely. "Uhm, great and you?" Kay felt unsure about her presence. "I'm good. What are you doing here?" She asked as she touched Kay's arm in a flirty way. Chantal stepped in, "Visiting me. Now please go back to your group, because you had her, left her and now that you miss her it's too fucking late!" "What the fuck is your problem?" Nora asked, anger audible in her voice. "You are my problem..." Chantal stepped closer her, her eyes shooting fire. "We are going to go dance, enjoy your night," Kay took Chantal's arm and led her to the small dance floor where all their acquaintances were gathered. "I still wanna smash her head in!" Chantal said angrily. "She's not worth it, let her go on her way." Kay tried to calm her down. "If she comes close to you again she will need plastic surgery when I'm done with her." Chantal was fuming at the guts of that bitch. Kay didn't know what to say, so she simply hugged her shaking friend. "You know what I don't get Kay? She hurt you so badly and you just keep being nice to her. I was there wiping away your tears, cleaning your cuts and picking up the pieces and there you stand and let her touch you and flirt with you!" "Please calm down, babe, she means nothing to me and I appreciate everything you did for me. But why are you so upset about what happened?" Kay felt her options of calming her friend drain. Chantal almost voiced what she had felt for so long, she wanted to yell at Kay and tell her that it was because she was jealous, because she has loved Kay since the first day she met her and couldn't stand the fact that Kay was dating such a self-absorbed bitch, but all she said was, "Because I care about you!" "Okay, I won't speak to her again. Can we drink now?" Kay asked hugging her again, she had hoped it was because of jealousy. With that the party started, shooters and drinks were running and at about three that morning Chantal and Kay went home. When they got there they simply passed out together in Chantal's bed, wearing only their underwear because they were too drunk to put there PJ's on. Kay woke up at the sound of an alarm and saw Chantal draped over her, her leg over Kay's thighs and her arm across her torso with her head on Kay's chest. "Shit, my head hurts!" Kay laughed, "Because you wouldn't leave the shooters alone. Want some coffee?" "Yeah that sounds great." Chantal massaged her temples. Kay made the coffee and took a glass of water with two aspirin with her to the room, she handed the water and aspirin to Chantal and she drank it with the entire glass of water. "Thank you, now I need to shower and get to work." She sat up and fell back down. "Call in sick, you are not going to survive this day." Kay said, playing lazily with Chantal's hair. "I can't stay home, I have too many appointments." Chantal wanted to take the off day so badly. With that she went to shower and left for work half an hour later after Kay fed her tomato cocktails and all of the hangover fixes she could think of. Kay spent the day with Nadz and a couple of other people, they went to places that had the most memories for them and ended up at the monument for women in The Anglo-Boere war. There they had a picnic and played their version of soccer. Kay left for Chantal's place when she phoned to say that she was on her way home. "What a day! But I have to say that your hangover mixes saved me." Chantal happily hugged Kay. "I'm glad they helped, so are we gonna go gym?" Kay asked, she couldn't go a day without a gym session. "Yes, let me change." Chantal just wanted to see Kay's muscles flex under those weights. They left for the gym and arrived there just after six, once there they both hit the treadmills. Kay took her shirt off after the run because she was getting too hot. After the run they hit the weights and Chantal stared in amazement as her friend's muscles flexed every time she lifted a weight, again those thoughts popped into her mind. She really needed to be with Kay, to feel her lips, to taste her and hold her. After the gym they went home and showered, Kay chose a movie and Chantal settled in on the couch. "That was an insane work out, I loved it!" Kay said smiling. "It was pretty good yes," Chantal moved up and Kay sat down, she leaned against Kay, resting her head on her shoulder and pulling Kay's arm around her. Together they watched the movie and Kay loved having Chantal in her arms, she maneuvered so that they lay down and Chantal moved closer to her, pressing her body against Kay's. Chantal turned around and faced Kay, who was on the verge of asleep. "Don't you dare fall asleep on me!" Chantal teased. "I'm trying really hard, how bout you do something to keep me awake then." Kay said, her eyes still closed. "You can't handle me keeping you awake." Chantal felt Kay's slow breath on her mouth and she wanted to kiss Kay. "Seriously? You really doubt me and my ability to..." Kay couldn't finish her sentence. Without warning Chantal kissed her, Kay was in shock as her heart beat against her chest and almost forgot to kiss back, her senses came back to her when Chantal started to pull away. She grabbed Chantal and pulled her back in. Chantal parted her lips and Kay let her tongue explore Chantal's mouth and then their tongues met, Chantal expertly moved her tongue against Kay's, as they both felt their urge grow and that tingling between their thighs get more intense. Then Kay maneuvered herself on top of Kay and kissed her with urgency, her hands started to run over Chantal's body, exploring every curve of her body, slowly running her hand up Chantal's torso until it rested on the side of Chantal's breast. Her heart almost leaped out of her chest as she felt the lump in her palm, then Chantal made a sudden move to attempt to get on top of Kay and they both fell off the couch as Chantal landed on top of Kay. They both burst out in laughter as Kay hit the floor with a loud thump. "Ouch! Why is it that I always get hurt somehow when I'm with you?" Kay asked, trying to catch her breath. "I'm just naturally rough and you said you can handle this." Chantal said, straddling Kay's thighs. "Hmm, at that specific moment, you know, when you kissed me, I was talking about coffee. If you allowed me to finish my sentence I would have said my ability to consume caffeine." Kay replied jokingly. "Oh, so me kissing you wasn't as good as coffee?" Chantal asked, pouting, half real and half pretend. "I never said that, it definitely made my heart beat faster than caffeine ever could and it was so much sweeter." Kay said smiling as Chantal's eyes lit up. "But coffee would have been better?" Chantal asked, still pouting, she knew her eyes betrayed her. "No, you taste better, just one problem." Kay said teasingly. "What's that problem then?" Chantal asked curiously. "Now I simply want more." Kay touched Chantal's cheek, she felt complete in that moment. Chantal smiled at that and leaned down to kiss Kay again, it was a short, simple kiss. "Oh, is that all I get now?" Kay asked, not hiding her disappointment. "Hmm, I don't know. I'm still deciding." Chantal wanted to never stop kissing her, but in the back of her mind she knew Kay had to go home again soon. Then Kay had a spur of the moment thought and she tickled Chantal, after that a tickle war broke out, Kay eventually got on top of Chantal and she tickled her until tears rolled down her face from laughter. Chantal reached up and pulled Kay in for a kiss. Kay felt Chantal lips melt against hers, she tasted the sweet taste on her tongue and she hungered for more. Kay moved her hand up and placed it over Chantal's breast and kneaded the soft flesh in her hand. A soft moan escaped Chantal's lips as she reached for the bottom of Kay's shirt and pulled it over her head. She then rolled over and got on top of Kay, she removed her shirt and Kay reached up and cupped those breasts in her hands. She sat up and kissed Chantal's neck all the way down to her collarbone as Chantal's soft moans filled her ears. Chantal could never have imagined anything feeling as could as this felt. Worth The Wait Kay unclasped Chantal's bra and broke the kiss for a moment to behold the beauty in her arms. Chantal's breasts were perfect, they sat high on her chest, her dark pink nipples hard and erect, simply begging for Kay to take them in her mouth and she did just that. Chantal couldn't contain herself, moans escaped her lips at every touch. Kay felt soft moans escape her lips as she suckled on Chantal's erect nipples. "Oh God!" Chantal moaned. Chantal moaned as Kay fondled her breast while sucking on the other breast. Kay loved the taste of Chantal's skin, the softness she felt under her tongue. "Fuck that feels good." Chantal breathed. Chantal wanted to rip Kay's clothes off and feel her under her tongue, taste what she had wished for, for so long. She squirmed with pleasure and Kay flicked her nipple with her tongue, rolling her nipple of the other breast between her fingers. "If you continue with this you will cause me to spontaneously combust." Chantal's breathing became erratic. "Hmm," was all Kay managed as she feasted on the breasts before her. Reluctantly she moved her mouth away and gently lay Chantal down, she then repositioned herself and pulled Chantal's pants down with her underwear and then she took her own off. Chantal simply stared at the naked form of Kay, her tattoos seemed animated as she breathed and moved. Kay pulled Chantal back onto her lap and continued her feast as her right hand moved between Chantal's thighs and found that she was already soaking wet. She caressed the naked mound in her palm and ran her fingers down the slit to get them moist. Chantal almost jumped with pleasure when Kay touched her swollen clit. "Oh my God." Chantal moaned loudly. Kay moved in slow circular movements around Chantal's clit as her breathing eradicated, Chantal tried to moved her hips so she could Kay's hand where she wanted it, but Kay foiled her plan and pushed Chantal back and she lay with her legs wrapped around Kay's waist. Kay kneaded Chantal's breast with her one hand as the other slowly penetrated Chantal with two fingers. She thrusted her fingers in and out slowly at first as Chantal's need grew. Chantal couldn't stand this, she needed Kay to fuck her. Chantal had to feel everything Kay could give her. Kay wanted to savor every moment, to burn each image, each sound in her memory. "Fuck me baby, please just fuck me." Chantal begged. Kay smiled at this as she increased her pace and rubbed Chantal's clit with her thumb, Chantal moaned loudly and Kay continued to penetrate her. Chantal let out a moan as her muscles contracted around Kay's fingers and a splurge of juice ran from her pussy. "Oh fuck." She gasped. "I'm going to have you screaming tonight baby girl." Kay reassured her. Chantal sat up and pushed Kay down, she kissed her hungrily, desperately wanting to get Kay off. Her hands groped Kay's breasts and she played with her nipples. She kissed down Kay's neck and took the light pink nipple in her mouth, sucking on it as low moans escaped Kay's lips. She ran her tongue down Kay's torso, she loved the taste of Kay's sweat and over the naked mound, down her slit and back up to Kay's clit. Slowly she took it in her mouth, intoxicated by the womanly smell emerging from Kay and the sweet taste on her tongue. Chantal wanted more, she needed to taste more, she ran her tongue down Kay's slit again and slowly penetrated her with her tongue and her fingers proceeded to stimulate Kay's clit. Kay felt indescribably good, she wondered if she was dreaming, because she ultimately believed that she could never be this happy and this complete. "Oh shit. Fuck, you're good at that." Kay breathed. Chantal increased her tempo and gulped as much of the juices as she could, Kay felt the climax build inside her, ready to tear from her. Kay's body started shaking and she convulsed in a climax better than she ever had before. "Hmmmmm, oh God!" Kay panted. Kay's muscles contracted around Chantal's tongue as she lapped up all the juices she could manage. Kay arched her back and rode Chantal's mouth and tongue until the subsided. Kay lay there, exhausted from the climax that roared through her body. Chantal came up and softly kissed Kay. "I think I'm going to be making you scream tonight." Chantal smiled a wicked smile. "This night is far from over baby girl." Kay said as she got up and picked Chantal up to carry her to the room. Kay laid Chantal down on the bed, she crawled on top of Chantal and softly kissed her. Chantal grabbed Kay's back, pulling her closer, she wanted to savor this moment forever. The gentle kisses that Kay placed on her mouth, Kay couldn't stop kissing her. She loved the feel of Chantal's breasts against her own and the way Chantal's body fitted so perfectly against hers. Kay moved her kisses down Chantal's neck, she nibbled on Chantal's ear, Kay realized that this as a hot spot when Chantal sharply inhaled at the touch of Kay's lips on her ear. "I want to try something with you," Kay whispered, barely audible. "What would that be?" Chantal asked in shallow breaths. "Just wait here," Chantal watched as the naked form of Kay disappeared, suddenly feeling a deep pining inside her to have this woman return, to feel Kay's skin against her own. Kay walked into her room, she ruffled through her bag found the scarf she was looking for and walked back down the hall toward Chantal. Chantal smiled at her return and quizzically looked at the scarf in Kay's hand. "What's that for?" Chantal asked half scared. "Where do you keep your scarves?" Kay asked rummaging through Chantal's cupboard. "Never mind found it," Kay said almost to herself. She retrieved two and walked over to Chantal, "I want you to give in to only four of your senses. Mostly one, touch," Kay said and Chantal looked at her questions in her eyes. "What?" Chantal asked shocked. "I'm going to take away your sight and your control." Kay replied with a sly smile. "You want to do what?" Kay was already maneuvering Chantal where she wanted her. "Do you trust me?" Kay asked her, her voice a whisper again. Chantal swallowed, "Yes," She watched as Kay tied her one hand to the bed post. Kay moved to the other and when that was tied she leaned in and kissed Chantal deeply, once again she marveled at the softness of the woman in front of her, how badly she wanted to make this last forever. Chantal found herself having similar thoughts, giving up her fight she relaxed and gave her all in that kiss. Kay broke free of the kiss and smiled a smile that made Chantal's insides turn. Slowly Kay tied the remaining scarf around Chantal's eyes. "Oh God, I'm so nervous right now." Kay kissed her neck, "Relax baby girl. Forget about everything and just feel every touch." Kay's voice made the last tense muscle in Chantal's body relax and she simply went with it. She hated that she couldn't predict what Kay was about to do or see where her hands were about to touch. Then she felt Kay's touch on her jaw line and she almost held her breath after she realized how much that simple touch affected her. Why had she denied herself for so long? Kay followed the touch by a kiss, along her jaw line, down her neck and simply started making love to her collarbone. Chantal gasped as she felt the soft sensual kisses traveling along her body, Kay silently smiled into her skin as she kissed her way over Chantal's body, refusing to leave any part untouched. Kay continued her slow assault on Chantal's body, kissing up each arm, around each breast and in slow circles approached Chantal's nipple. Chantal wanted to go out of her mind, she thought that she would explode with this insane build up, her senses were being assaulted by a soft sensual mouth. As much as Chantal wanted this to continue she wanted Kay to just release everything that built up in her over the years. "Are you torturing me?" Chantal breathed. "Hmmm," was all she got in return, she gasped and moaned aloud the moment Kay touched Chantal's nipple with her mouth. "Oh God, that feels so good." Chantal moaned as she arched her back and pushed more of her nipple into Kay's willing mouth. Chantal fought the restraints to push Kay down, but failed miserably, then she felt Kay smile against her nipple. Kay continued her kissing every inch of Chantal's body, by the time Kay reached Chantal's naval she was panting like crazy, fighting her restraints. "Calm down baby girl," Kay's breath against Chantal's stomach almost sent her over the edge. Chantal could only imagine how wet she was, she felt the juice flowing from her like water from a tap. "Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaseeeeeeeee," Chantal begged, "I can't take anymore, just make me cum." Kay almost laughed, but she continued her trail, she kissed over Chantal's mound, along her thighs and down her leg. "Noooooooooooo!" Chantal almost screamed. Kay made her way up the other leg and when she reached the honey pot, she saw the wetness glistening on Chantal's shaven mound, her lips were swollen with arousal and her clit was erect as it could possibly be. Kay felt herself ache with desire; desire to taste Chantal for the first time and desire for her own release she desperately needed. Chantal panted and when she felt Kay's lips touch her sensitive spot. Kay flattened her tongue and ran it up Chantal's slit as a loud gasp escaped Chantal's lips. Kay felt intoxicated by the musky smell that erupted from Chantal, she felt immediately addicted when the she tasted Chantal's juices. The sweet yet salty taste that landed on her tongue made her head spin. Kay slowly stuck her tongue into Chantal's love canal, "Oh fuck! That feels so good." Chantal didn't think she would last long after the intense build up and Kay's tongue that so expertly moved around her most sensitive spot, just when she thought that Kay pumping her tongue in and out of her couldn't get any better Kay curved a finger and started massaging her clit, before she could stop herself she shouted incoherently. Kay smiled and slowed her pace as she helped Chantal ride through her intense orgasm while Chantal rode her face. Chantal saw stars and before she could properly calm down Kay had already built her up for orgasm number two and a lot more after that, the stars never left and then everything went black. Kay watched Chantal's face as she rode through orgasm after orgasm until her body went limp, Kay smiled to herself and nursed her sore jaw, after she untied Chantal's restraints and cuddled up next to her. Chantal opened her eyes half an hour later and couldn't help but smile when she saw that she was comfortably and safely resting in Kay's arms, she wondered if she was dreaming. Then she remembered the events and couldn't believe that she had passed out, never in her life has she experienced anything as intense as what Kay did to her the previous night. Kay moved in her sleep and Chantal leaned down and kissed those lips that simply begged for attention. Kay didn't respond so she kissed her again, longer this time, she heard Kay moan and watched transfixed as Kay opened her blue eyes and smiled at her. "Hey," Was all Kay said. Chantal responded by kissing her deeply and puling Kay closer to her, she slipped her leg between Kay's thighs and slightly moved her leg up and down as she felt the wetness build on her thigh. A moan escaped Kay's lips and Chantal moved down to her neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses as she moved down to Kay's chest and to a breast. Chantal moved in slow agonizing circles closer and closer, while Kay arched her back and tried to get Chantal's mouth where she needed it, but failed. Kay put her hands on Chantal's head and moved her to where she wanted her, "Please baby girl," Kay almost begged. "You get to tease but I don't?" Chantal asked looking up, her eyes clouded with lust and a smile danced across them. "Hmmm," Was all Kay managed when Chantal locked her mouth around Kay's nipple. Chantal allowed her hands to travel all over Kay's body as she gave equal attention to both breasts, she followed with a slowly journey down Kay's muscled torso, softly blowing on the wet trail she left. Kay's whole body erupted in gooseflesh as Chantal's hot breath hit her and left a cold trail. Chantal kissed across Kay's naked mound and teased her outer lips with her tongue and soft kisses. Kay tangled her fingers in Chantal's dark lock as Chantal's tongue traveled the length of her slit. Chantal found herself amazed again at how much she liked the taste of Kay, she wanted more and never wanted to stop. She stuck her tongue out and entered the source of the heavenly juice that fell upon her tongue, slowly at first she pumped her tongue in and out as Kay bucked her hips to match Chantal's stride. "Oh God, that feels good," Kay moaned breathlessly. Chantal increased her pace and was rewarded with a shudder and the clenching of Kay's muscles contracting around her tongue and a splurge of juice that flowed freely. "Shit," Kay breathed as her back arched and she threw her head back. Chantal eagerly lapped up as much of the heavenly water as she could while she slowed her paced to help Kay come down from her high. Kay finally relaxed her arched back and pulled Chantal to her and kissed her eagerly. "I'm not gonna stop until you scream," Chantal breathed into Kay's ear, following it with a flick of the tongue. "Not tonight baby girl," Kay said, her eyes pressed closed as she tried to calm her laboured breathing. Chantal ran her hand down and Kay flinched from the sensitivity when Chantal touched her clit. "Hmmmm, sensitive, very sensitive right now," Kay moaned. "Well then I'll just have to make you scream tomorrow night." Chantal softly kissed Kay. "That's just fine. I can't you believe you passed out though." Kay mocked Chantal. "Me neither, that was freaky. It has never happened before." Chantal snuggled onto Kay's chest. "But well worth it," Kay kissed the top of her head. "Definitely," Chantal said as she ran her fingers in circles on Kay's stomach. "Aren't you going to get dressed? I know you hate sleeping naked, since you love to share those types of details with me." Kay asked her eyes closing from exhaustion. "Not tonight, I feel safe with you. I don't feel that same thing now like I usually do," Chantal felt Kay smile into her hair. "I'm glad I make you feel safe," Kay squeezed her and pull her closer. "I love you and I have since the first day I met you. I was just too scared to tell you then," Chantal spoke against Kay's chest. "I love you too," Was all Kay said as she fell asleep holding on to the one person she cared for the most in this world. Kay was startled by the sound of Chantal's alarm and wanted to put it off before Chantal could hear, but before she could reach it Chantal stirred and yawned. "Can't we just go back to sleep?" Kay asked in a very sleepy voice. "Tempting, we can do that tomorrow morning." Chantal said as she rested her head on Kay's chest. "Pwitty pwease?" Kay asked with a mock pout. "Huh uh, don't do that. You're just making it harder." Chantal moaned. "Fine, I'll go and make coffee so long." Kay said as Chantal shifted and she dragged herself out bed. Chantal smiled as she stared at the naked form of Kay, how was it even possible for someone to look that good? She thought as Kay walked out to get her boxers and a t-shirt in her room. Kay yawned the whole time while making the coffee, wishing they could just go to bed and sleep for a while longer, so they could spend the rest of the day in a repeat of last night. Kay handed Chantal her mug and they sipped their coffee in silence, Kay laid back on the bed and Chantal went to take her shower. She returned about twenty minutes later and Kay was soundly asleep again. Chantal leaned down and kissed Kay again to wake her up, Kay responded by pulling Chantal down on the bed with her and kissing her again. "I have to go work, if you continue like this I'll never make it." Chantal moaned as Kay stole another kiss. "That's the plan," Kay said between kisses. Chantal pushed her off and kissed her one last time, before she left the room. Chantal almost ran out of the apartment to keep herself from turning back. The day passed in a blur for Chantal as she saw client after client, wishing the day away so she could just kiss Kay again. Kay slept until noon and she finally woke up as her cellphone rang for the second time, "Hello?" "Hey dude!" Allie's voice eagerly said over the phone. "Hey dude, what's up?" Kay asked sleepily. "I was wondering of you wanted to hang out today?" She asked excitedly. "Yeah sure, I'll meet in an hour at the mall." Kay said, they said their goodbye and Kay showered. She felt the strain in her jaw, the ultimate ache and smiled as she so clearly remembered every detail of the previous night, she couldn't resist sending Chantal a text: "I so made you scream and beg last night." Five minutes later a response came through: "Fuck! I still can't believe that." Kay smiled as she typed back, "I miss you." "I miss you more, can't wait to just come home and see you." Kay's heart fluttered as she read that and finished doing her hair as she left to meet Allie. The day passed agonizingly slow as she waited for Chantal to tell her that she was on her way home. At five that text came and Kay rushed back after promising Allie that they would join them for drinks later. Kay arrived back at Chantal's apartment Chantal's car was already there, Kay walked through the door and heard music playing. She walked to the source and found Chantal sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. "Hey baby girl," Kay said as she walked closer. "Hey," Chantal said as she put her arms around Kay's neck and kissed her deeply. "Hmmmm, I wouldn't mind being greeted like that everyday." Kay smiled into Chantal lips. They had a few drinks while they made small talk and proceeded to get ready for the night, once dressed they left for the only gay club in Bloemfontein at about half past ten arriving there just before eleven. After everyone greeted Kay with surprise and obvious joy they proceeded to buy their drinks and join Allie and the rest as a few more people came to greet them. Kay and Chantal didn't hold hands or do anything openly that would cause them to be seen as a couple, simply because Kay knew how Chantal felt about public displays of affection and not wanting to start another rumor, since they didn't even know where this thing was headed yet. The night proceeded well until one of Chantal's exes arrived, Kay knew for a fact that Chantal melted every time that Ella talked to her and somehow Kay's gut told her that tonight was going to be no different. But Chantal surprised her and let her ex down nicely and returned to Kay. The night then got better and they eventually left for home in the early hours of the morning, too drunk to do anything of use, so they simply passed out together. Kay made Chantal some hangover mixes again the next morning and decided to play some guitar as Chantal joined her. "I want to play you two songs," Kay smiled as Chantal kissed her. "Let's hear it," She said sitting next to Kay in the garden. "I'm not a singer, so if it's out of tune, just hang on to the saying of 'it's the thought that counts.'" Kay said and nervously started picking the strings of the guitar. First she played Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson and follwed it with Trying Not To Love You by Nickelback. Chantal looked at Kay with tears in her eyes, they simply looked at each other for a long moment, their gazes saying more than any words could possibly say. Kay put her guitar aside and kissed Chantal deeply, putting everything she felt into that one kiss. Worth The Wait When they parted, Chantal breathlessly asked, "What happens when you go back home?" Kay pondered on that for a moment, "Come with me." Chantal's eyes got wide, "I can't just leave here." "What's keeping you here? I mean really?" Kay asked taking Chantal's hands in her own. "My work, my friends and my family," Chantal replied simply. "Okay, fair enough. Then let's do this long distance for now and see what happens. That way we can give it a try," Kay suggested, hoping that Chantal would agree. "Okay," Chantal said after a second. ******* Things were difficult at first, the distance and work made things hard on them both. By some miracle their relationship survived, Chantal moved in with Kay and in the end it all worked out perfectly. Worth the Wait I remember lying in bed waiting for you to come to my apartment late at night. You would sometimes catch a cab when you got off work which was always later than a standard shift. I would be tired, but too excited to see you to go to sleep. It seemed like it took forever for you to get there and my arousal would build in anticipation of seeing you. There was one time I seem to remember more than most other times. Earlier in the week, I had gone to Hustler and picked out some skimpy clothing for you to wear. When you arrived, like always, I was raring to go, but you needed to relax a bit before getting to it. We sat on the couch, and I poured you some wine to help you get into the mood. After we chatted for a bit and generally caught up, you started to warm up. I was saying something but got distracted as you began to trace your finger up my thigh. I looked over and you gave me the eyebrows that have always driven me crazy. Your fingers moved up to my crotch and you started rubbing my hardening cock through my pants. My words stammered and you laughed. It reminded me of another time earlier in our relationship. That other time was when we first started dating. We kind of lived at Isaac's apartment at the time. Once when he was at work, we sat on the couch and you watched your shows and I read the sports page. You wanted me attention and apparently I wasn't giving you enough of it. I remember you used the same move, rubbing me through my pants. When I didn't immediately respond to me, you lifted up my shirt and began kissing me on the stomach and down to your favorite part (you know the part). You then had my attention to the fullest and my hardness proved that point. I set the paper down and you released me from my basketball shorts I had on at the time. You looked up at me and gave a wicked grin before putting it in your mouth. You diligently, licked, caressed and sucked me off until I pulled your head back and came all over my stomach. You wiped your mouth and looked quite pleased at yourself for literally taking hold of my attention. This time, though, you wanted more than my attention. Your hand found the contours of my shaft through my pants and you gave it a couple of squeezes. I responded by kissing your neck and squeezing your breasts through your shirt. You removed my hand and pushed me back, smiling. You got off the couch, ordered me to refill your glass with more wine and grabbed the bag of goodies I bought for you from Hustler. You gave me a sly, sexy look back as you went into the bathroom and closed the door. Even though you were only in there a few minutes, it felt like a year. I filled my glass and chugged it before filling it again. Then I made the bed and set the lighting to an appropriately romantic setting. I returned myself to the couch and tried (unsuccessfully) to think of something else to help pass the few remaining few minutes that you spent putting on your new lingerie. When you returned, my tongue hit the floor. You were beautiful (you were always beautiful, still are I'm positive), but you were also dripping with sexiness. You had long hair at the time and it cascaded down to your shoulders where it met the straps of a little pink lacey teddy that came down just far enough to cover the tops of your butt cheeks. Your terrific rack pushed the limits of the fabric in the front and your bust was adequately showcased. Your cleavage was gorgeous! Under your teddy was the skimpiest of thongs. When you turned around, the bottoms of your cheeks were exposed in all of their luscious glory. They begged to be squeezed, kissed and spanked which I had intentions for all three in the very near future. On your legs were fishnet thigh highs that stopped at the curvature of your ass. You had boots on, and the entire ensemble made you the hottest little sex pot I could ever have imagined. At first, you felt a little slutty, I think, but once you realized that I wanted you that way, you gave into your inhibition and you became as hungry as I was to release the building sexual tension between us. I undressed as I gazed at your terrific body in a terrific outfit. You posed for me, first laying on the bed, then turning around and showing me your ass, then bending over and accentuating your impressive cleavage. You were working it. Finally, I laid next to you and started my caressing. I kissed and licked on your neck and could feel you heat up beneath me. I roamed your body with my hands, squeezing your ass and tits through the thin material. I ran my hands along your legs and lightly brushed your clit through your thong. I tried moving the material to the side to get to the real thing, but you stopped me. "You're supposed to enjoy the outfit first," you told me. "Just rub through the material." I did and worked you (and myself) into a frenzy. "Now for the next part," you said, getting off the bed. You told me to stand up and I obeyed. You began to kiss my neck, traveled down to each nipple and grabbed hold of my throbbing cock. You sank to your knees and I knew I was in for a treat. You held on the shaft and licked your way up to the head. You teased the top with your tongue, making big wet circles around the perineum. You then took the whole thing into your mouth and bobbed up and down. It was so hot and wet, it felt amazing! You took it out of your mouth, and stuck your tongue out. You then slapped my dick onto your tongue a few times—a very hot move you learned from watching porn. Then you commenced with your deep throating and I was in heaven. You were really into it, giving me the top-notch treatment. I reached down and lifted up your teddy so that I could caress your nipples while you worked it in and out of your mouth. You took it out of your mouth again and rubbed the head of it into your nipple. Then you put it between your boobs and slid it between them a bit. I had never seen you do that before and it nearly made me cum all by itself. You were so nasty that night, I loved it! Next you got back on the bed and I watched you position yourself comfortably on it. You laid on your back and lifted your teddy and squeezed your own breast. You smiled at me with those bedroom eyes and it made me crazy. Your other hand instinctually moved to your now super-hot pussy and you began to frig your clit yourself. Watching you pleasure yourself was another major arousal to me. I hovered over you and moved to a nipple. I let my long hair dangle on your chest and moved my mouth just above the peak. I let me lips brush against it ever so lightly and could feel you squirm. Finally I ran my tongue over your areola and watched the nipple harden in response. Then I sucked on it while I used my free hand to squeeze the other one. I pushed the two breasts together and kissed and licked on and around each nipple. Finally, I reached down to your thong and found it soaked. I moved my head to your belly button and began my kissing descent. You knew what was coming and you weren't sure if that was what you wanted me to do, but I wasn't going to take no for an answer. I had to taste your juices. The smell was pure sex and I just needed to taste it. I know your clit can be too sensitive sometimes for a sharp tongue lashing, so I made my tongue as flat as I could and rubbed it over the nub. It came to life from my touch and your body writhed in blissful agony. Once I had you nice and lathered, I did something I hadn't done before and it sent you to the moon: I sucked your clit. I did it once and you moaned loudly. I did it again and you bucked in ecstasy. I gently inserted the tip of my finger into your hole and licked a little softer this time. You were telling me "yes" so I knew I was headed in the right direction. I glanced up and saw you caressing your breast and was convinced you didn't even realize you were doing it. I sucked on it a third time and it released your juices all over my chin and face. You came with force and you squealed out in pleasure. I had never seen you orgasm so hard. I let you catch your breath for a moment and wiped my chin off. You wiggled around on the bed for a second or two before I rejoined you on the bed. "Ready for the next part?" you asked me. Clearly you had this planned out. You got off the bed and took off your thong. You told me to lay down. I did so and you laid next to me on your side, facing away from me. We assumed a spooning position. You reached back and found my raging hard on with your hands. You lifted your left leg and guided me into your pussy. I too reached around and fondled your breasts as I fucked you. You guided my hand to your clit and I stroked it while we went at it like wild animals. My dick reached far into you with every visceral thrust and you bucked back at me each time. You encouraged me along and talked dirty to me, telling me to "fuck me harder". I took my hand from your clit and grabbed each shoulder and increased my force upon you. Once in a nice rhythm, you swept one of your legs over mine, sprawling across the bed. I lifted it up into the air and found new leverage as we moved in unison. Because of the intensity of our lovemaking, we found ourselves in a new position with you flat on your stomach and me on top of you. I paused, stood up and commanded you on all fours. You assumed the position with your beautiful ass glistening up at me, and you shook it playfully at me. I admired the scene for a moment of you, ass in air, vulnerable, wanting it, teasing me, hair disheveled, teddy pulled down, tits hanging out, glazed with sweat, positively dripping with sex. I stroked myself looking on at how irresistible you were in that moment. Then I positioned myself behind you and this time, guided myself into you. I quickened the pace and began ramming you from behind. My torso clapped upon your ass with each thrust causing your tits to swing in uniform as I did so. The sex was primal and delicious as I banged your box. You were panting and speaking incoherent encouragement. Your ass would fly back to meet each time and you were building to your second climax. I cupped and squeezed your ass hard and you said "Oh, yes!" and I knew I had you. I spread your cheeks with my hands and the sensation caused you to cum on my dick. You bucked wildly and could feel tremors with pleasure. You screamed out as I pumped you a few more times before I pulled out and sprayed my seed on your ass cheeks and lower back. We each wailed out in unison and I'm certain the earth shook. I stood up in a daze and all you could do was pant with your ass still up in the air and still on your hands and knees. Once my sense returned to me, I cleaned up the mess I left all over you and you finally collapsed into a lying position on the bed. Naked and exhausted, we spooned and immediately fell asleep. It was a night I will never forget. Worth The Wait After my sexy Russian wife's life changing experience with her cousin's boyfriend Charlie, we had better sex and more regular sex but she would often say she wanted to try Charlie's big hard cock again but without a condom. "I'd love to feel that huge cock flesh stroking inside me and all that creamy spunk exploding inside me," she would say often when we were in the throes of passion or playing out fantasies. "Should we invite him up here for a threesome. I'd find it really horny watching him fuck you, darling, especially cumming inside you." She was on the pill and we'd got used to having sex without condoms. She texted him that evening, telling him how much we wanted him in our bed and giving him an open invitation. we weren't sure if he would accept as my presence may be a bit off putting. However, he texted back within 5 minutes proposing Saturday evening and intimating that he couldn't wait to make love to my gorgeous wife again. We met him at the railway station and then went for a drink, to relax and so that Charlie and I could get to know each other. we got on well, Charlie sat at the opposite side of the table to us. it was a warm summer evening and my wife wore a short black skirt and a fine see through blouse. when Charlie went to the toilet, we started snogging and I caressed her thigh under the table. "I'm getting so horny, darling," she whispered in my ear. "We'll go back to the flat soon, sweetheart and then you can have your wicked way with both of us." She smiled coquettishly, practically trembling with excitement. When I went to the toilet, Charlie sat next to my wife and stroked her thigh under the table. "Touch my pussy, darling. I'm so wet," she whispered in his ear. He pushed his hand up her thigh and slipped it into her knickers, tenderly stroking her soaking wet pussy. She moved her hand down to his crotch and found he was already rampantly hard. When I came back we went back to the car in a hurry. It was about 15 minutes back to our flat and my wife got in the back with Charlie. I watched them in the mirror and immediately she started kissing passionately, her eyes half closed as I watched Charlie snogging her hard. He knew what she liked and he unbuttoned her blouse and fondled her lovely 32D breasts, making her moan softly. Her hands were down in his crotch, unbuckling his belt and undoing his flies. Charlie had pulled one breast out of her bra and I watched him sucking on her pert deep brown nipple and then he gasped as I saw my wife's arm working. She had her hand in his boxer shorts, wrapped around his lovely cock wanking him. We were within 5 minutes of home and when I looked in the mirror her head had disappeared and she'd already taken his cock in her mouth, sucking him wantonly as he stroked her long brown hair and caressed her body. When we arrived, she reluctantly took Charlie's cock out of her mouth and they straightened their clothes up, before we went up to the flat. when we got in, she took him through to the living room whilst I got us some drinks. When I took them through I couldn't believe my eyes. Charlie was sat there, his jeans, boxer shorts and socks already removed, his legs slightly parted and my sexy wife with her skirt hitched up sat on his reasonably hairy right thigh, rubbing herself on him. They were licking their tongues together and my wife had her right hand wrapped round the biggest, stiffest cock I'd ever seen, gently wanking it. I realized the drinks were currently superfluous and put them aside. As I came in she seemed to start wanking him harder and I'd never seen such desire in her eyes as she pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. I got on my knees and moved behind her as she released his cock to unbutton his shirt. I stroked her lovely long hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, making her moan softly. I unbuttoned her blouse, button by button, stopping in between buttons to fondle her pert 26 year old breasts. It was so erotic watching my wife masturbating her lover. I removed her blouse and started kissing her back, running my lips and tongue over her tanned, soft, smooth, flawless, skin, kneading her tits all the time. I unclipped her bra and pulled it off. She'd been snogging Charlie all the time but now she offered him her left breast and he held it and then lowered his head to take it in his mouth "Take your clothes off darling. I want to see you naked," she said in her lovely Russian accent. She watched me attentively, still stroking Charlie's cock as I pulled my shirt off, hurriedly pulled my trousers and socks off and then more teasingly pulled my boxer shorts off, my 6 and a half inches of rampantly stiff cock springing out. She took me in her other hand and expertly wanked me before taking me between her soft lips and sucking my cock. After a couple of minutes she got down on her knees in front of Charlie and I watched as she wrapped her lips around his huge glans and moved her head up and down his cock, taking as much as she could in her mouth but still leaving a lot of thick shaft which she had to lick from time to time. I was kissing and licking down my wife's beautiful back, my hands fondling her perfect peachy bum cheeks. She was trembling with excitement with that amazing cock in her wet mouth. I slipped my hand into her skimpy knickers. I'd never felt her so hot, wet and gaping and I trailed my fingers along her sopping slit, coating my fingertips with her sweet cunt juice and trailing it over her sensitive clit and into her thick brown bush before slipping 2 fingers into her soaking, sticky twat. As I slid my fingers in and out she started moaning heavily, holding Charlie's cock and licking all along his cock and hairy balls. I must have kissed every little bit of her bum and inner thighs as I finger fucked my wife. I pulled them out and sucked the sweet and musky fanny cream off my fingers. I was so desperate to get my tongue inside her, so I pulled her knickers off, pulled her thighs further apart and ran my tongue along her delicious cunt, lapping at her clit and then sucking her engorged fanny lips before holding her open and thrusting my tongue deep inside her. She was moaning like a bitch on heat now "Let's take her to bed and fuck her now," I said to Charlie. I removed her skirt so we were all completely naked. "Lay on your back and spread your legs, darling. I want to watch Charlie fucking you." "Have you got a condom?" he asked stroking his big cock. "She wants to feel the throbbing flesh of your cock and then all your spunk shooting into her vagina walls." "Oh please just fuck me now," she begged and I knelt next to her head so my cock was virtually in her face and she licked it as we watched Charlie guide his cock to the entrance of my wife's cunt and her intensity as his thick glans slid between her welcoming vulva and then the intensity on her face and the load moaning and whimpering as her big lover filled my wife's delicious cunt. She took his whole length as he thrust in balls deep. Her knees were in the air to allow Charlie even deeper access to her cunt. The squelching noise of her wet pussy was sensational as he started to fuck her harder and harder. She just looked amazing, her amazing curvy tanned body spread-eagled, never looking more satisfied as her lover's big cock fucked her beautifully. She wanked my cock as she was being fucked. The headboard started to bang against the wall as Charlie shagged her harder and deeper. She had dropped into a valley of no return now, her breathing deeper and louder still. "Just fuck me please, fuck me as hard as you can, just fuck my pussy with your hard cock," she kept repeating as she held his tight arse. I started kissing and we French kissed passionately as Charlie fucked her. Then as I felt her building up to her orgasm I pulled away and caressed her breasts. "Oh, fuck, yes," she repeated as she wrapped her legs around him. He groaned hard and started cumming in my wife's pussy. "Oh, yes please Charlie, just fill me with your spunk." Then she came hard clamping her pussy lips around his thick cock. She pulled Charlie to her to snog him as her orgasm subsided and when she let go he pulled out of my wife, leaving her soaking wet, gaping and spunk dribbling out of her lovely pussy. "Come and make love to me darling," she said to me, so I moved between her thighs and my cock easily slipped into her well fucked pussy, pushing Charlie's spunk back deep into her belly. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and we kissed hard as I thrust in and out of her. "Thank you, darling. I love you so much. Make love to me," she groaned as I fucked her more and more urgently, grinding my pubis onto her sensitive clitoris and then it was too much and I flooded her vagina with loads more semen. I went to get the drinks but when I came back they were 69ing. She was on all fours over him, wanking, licking and sucking his cock and balls again as Charlie fondled my wife's arse cheeks and kissing them as he watched the spunk dribble out of her pussy. I pushed a couple of fingers up her sticky cunt pulling out globules of spunk before offering them to her mouth to suck. She licked and sucked it off my fingers and then I pushed my tongue into her cunt, lapping up the sweet, salty mixture into my mouth and then French kissing her with the love cream. "Oh, darling, I just wanted his cock again." "That's okay, just enjoy it," I replied and she took him back in her mouth as he licked her cunt. I started to lick her bum, gradually circling in towards her anus. I held her cheeks apart and licked at her tight, brown puckered arsehole. "Oh, that's nice. Stick your finger in my arse," she gasped. Her arsehole slightly opened with arousal as Charlie licked her clit. There was enough saliva now so I pushed a finger against her tightness and opened up her sphincter and slid my finger into her rectum. It was a wonderful feeling, so hot and tight. I liked around her opened hole and then pulled it out and got some lube from the drawer. Before smearing her with lube, I licked her again, trying to penetrate her beautiful tanned arse with my tongue. Then I squirted lots of lube on and my finger slid deep and easy, so then I pushed 2 up her arse. All this had made me hard again and my wife noticed. "Come here, darling. I want to suck your cock." I knelt in front of her, one knee either side of Charlie's leg and she sucked me really hard again as I squirted even more lube on her arsehole and once 2 fingers slid in and out easily I tried a third. "Your cock's so hard again darling. Do you want to fuck me up the arse," in her sexy accent. I positioned myself so my balls and arse weren't too close to Charlie's face. I put more lube on my cock and rolling my foreskin right back I pushed my glans against her arsehole. Charlie held her bum cheeks open for me. She moaned deeply as my glans slid into her rectum and I gently pushed my whole length in. Charlie was very aroused now watching his lover's arse being fucked. I held her slim waist, thrusting into her for 3 or 4 minutes. "Do you want to try that big cock up your arse, darling?" "Oh, I'd fucking love it in my arse but it's so big." "Let's use plenty of lube." So Charlie lay on his back and my wife smeared his huge erection with lube whilst I worked more into her arse. She looked so beautiful, squatting over him, with his big cock in her hand, guiding it to her anus. She grimaced slightly as his bulbous glans stretched her open and she whimpered. I held her as she sat down onto him, feeling his huge glans pushing deep into her rectum. She started to gently fuck on it and I kissed her passionately and pushing her back slightly so she supported herself with her own hands, I slid my cock into her wet, hairy pussy. It was so tight and I could feel Charlie's hard cock through the thin wall. As we worked a good rhythm, my gorgeous wife intensified again and came hard. I pulled out and wanked all over her, spraying her breasts, neck and face with semen. Charlie started thrusting harder and he came in my wife's wonderful arse, holding her as he sprayed into her. Worth the Wait It was a dark and stormy night. (Isn't that the way all the good stories begin?) Jim waited outside their hotel room. One year ago tonight he had first put his hands on her. He thought back to that morning a year ago when he brought her coffee at work. Why had he done that? It was nearly thirty years since he'd last been that close to her. They'd flirted in high school. Nothing more than a little teasing and touching here and there. He laughed when he thought to himself that she'd accused him of tainting that morning's coffee with an addictive lust potion. It certainly seemed that way at times. Texts turned suggestive and next thing they knew they were naked in the dark, feverishly drawn to one another, catching up on the lost years. At times it did feel like an addiction-one that would never be satisfied. He knew she would be waiting in the room for him. Waiting was what they'd always done. Finally, tonight the waiting would be over. They had all night and all the next day to look forward to. No one looking for them. Nowhere to be but inside each other. What was he waiting for? He let himself into the room. Music played from a speaker next to the bed. Everywhere he looked a candle was lit. A bottle of wine sat on the table, a half-empty glass next to it. The ice bucket had beer chilling in it. The bedsheets were pulled back and her black silk robe was laid out across the foot of the four-poster bed. Were those satin ropes tied to each corner of the bed? A couple of black satin bags were on the side table as well. He decided to explore those later. The bathroom door was open a bit and he heard water running. He began stripping his clothes off as he walked toward the bathroom. He stopped at the door and watched as she lowered her naked form into the large steaming tub that was surrounded by more candles. Suddenly he was glad he splurged on the nicer room :) He continued to watch her while he removed the last of his clothes. He liked to watch her. Her back was to him, her hair was pulled up and the tips of her nipples peeked up thru the bubbles. She stretched out a toe and turned off the water. He could see the side of her face as she relaxed into the suds and then he heard a low moan and realized she was touching herself under the water. His naughty girl wasn't waiting for him! Not wanting to be left behind, he took his bare cock in his hand and began to stroke it to life. He pushed the door open a little wider. She must have heard him because she turned her head and looked at him standing there with his erect cock in his hand. "You going to join me or take care of that yourself?" she asked him. He didn't need to be asked twice. He closed the distance between them in two steps and settled his large frame into the tub behind her. She leaned back into his chest and exhaled a deep breath. This felt like home. They had waited a long time for this night. He wrapped his arms around her and they relaxed in the hot water. His hands couldn't stay still. Her soft naked skin had been denied to him for too long. He massaged her back and neck and his hands made their way around to the front where they bounced her firm tits up and down in the water. He caressed her sensitive nipples until she began to squirm a little and his cock began to grow and press against her back. She twisted in the tub to kiss him. He pulled her the rest of the way around until they were face to face. She laid her legs over his and moved in close until they were intertwined. She sat in his lap and held his face in her hands, just looking at him. "I missed you." "Why? When?" "Every day I wanted you and couldn't have you," she told him. "It's hard for me to want you and not be able to see you. Tomorrow I'll go back to missing you, but tonight I'm going to pretend you're mine." He kissed her and then stood and stepped out of the tub. He quickly dried himself off and then held a fluffy white towel out for her. She stood and he pulled her into his arms, wrapping the towel around her and rubbing the water from her body. He tucked his towel around his waist and took her hand and led her to the edge of the bed. He sat her down and refilled her glass of wine. Next to the ice bucket of beer, he spots a note that says 'EAT ME' and on the note there lays a little blue pill. "You weren't kidding when you said you wanted an all-nighter, were you?" "I can handle it if you can," she said with a little smirk. "We've waited too long, once is not enough to hold me til next time." "We'll see what you can handle..." He cracked open the beer and swallowed the pill, then dragged the bedside chair to the end of the bed. Settling down on the chair, he allows his towel to fall open so she can get an eyeful of what is in store for her. "Put on a show for me, Kristin." She slowly took a few sips of the wine and, without breaking eye contact, stood up and allowed the towel to drop to the floor. She reached to the side table and picked up one of the satin bags then turned and crawled slowly onto the bed, looking over her shoulder at him and giving him a nice view of her ass. She laid down and placed a pillow under each knee, giving him a beautiful view of her pink lips, spread perfectly open just for him. He could see her juices glistening between her lips and her clit was just peeking out of her folds. She reached into the bag and pulled out a small vibrator. Still looking him right in the eye, she turned it on and touched it for a moment to each nipple. Her eyes closed briefly as she enjoyed the sensation. "I want to see that sliding between your pussy lips. The sooner, the better." With her left hand she began working the vibrator slowly down her belly. Her right hand reached down to those pink lips and gently dipped into the wetness that was just inside. She brought the finger to her lips and met his eyes as she licked her own juices from her finger. "Wish you could taste this. You're missing out," she told him with a little grin on her face. "Oh, you can be assured that I'll be tasting plenty of that tonight." She returned the finger to her wetness and pulled it toward her clit, running her finger up and down the folds, pulling her pussy lips open for him. What a view he had -- the woman he wanted, spread-eagled on the bed, pleasuring herself with fingers and vibrator just for him. He drank his beer and slowly stroked his cock up and down the impressive length. She licked her lips as she watched him massage his balls. He knew she loved to watch his hand around his cock. He leaned forward a little as she finally pushed the vibrator between her swollen lips, running it up and down the slick passage. Her fingers pulled her lips open wide and she began slowly sliding the vibrator in and out. Her pace started to pick up, her head was turned to the side and her moans quickening. He watches as a slight sheen begins to form on her chest. He cheers her on with an occasional comment about her performance while he continues to keep his cock at full attention. Her legs twitch and her toes point. He can see that she is so close. He moves to the end of the bed and watches from just a few inches away as she pleasures herself. She is completely lost in the moment and he realizes she is on the verge of her orgasm. He lays on the bed and reaches underneath her and pulls her close to his face. In a husky voice he tells her how much he wants her to squirt on his tongue and that comment pushes her over the edge. As she is convulsing from her orgasm he pushes the vibrator away and replaces it with his soft tongue. He licks away the juices she has spilled and caresses her swollen clit with his tongue, never stopping. He sucks her clit gently into his mouth and she cums again and again, shaking and quivering from the effort. He brings her down with soft caresses of his tongue and fingers and then moves up to lay next to her on the bed, whispering in her ear, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I love the taste of your pussy. Feel how hard my cock is for you." He kisses her and she licks the taste of herself from his lips. She reaches over and grasps him tightly in her fist. "I want this in my mouth." "Not yet. I have plans for those pretty boobs I only get to look at pictures of." "When am I going to get to use that pretty cock I only get to see pictures of?" "Soon enough. I promise you're going to have it all night." He lifts himself and kneels, one knee on each side of her, his balls laying heavily on her belly. He pinches and slaps each nipple til her skin is the shade of pink he likes. He knows how much she loves the attention to her nipples and her squirming against his balls is exciting. She presses her hands to each side of her breasts and brings them together to make an inviting tunnel for his erect cock. He supports himself on the headboard as he thrusts between them. He almost can't look. The vision of her pinching her nipples while he fucks her tits is too much, especially when her dirty mouth is urging him on. He loves that filthy mouth. Her tongue is out and trying to taste the drop of pre-cum forming at the end of his cock. He can't take any more. "Kneel and put your hands behind your back," he orders as he moves her to kneel in front of him. He is standing on the bed now, just the right height for his cock to plunge into her waiting mouth. He uses the tall headboard for leverage as he thrusts again and again into her open throat. One hand on the back of her head, one on the bed, he finally starts to lose a little of that control he always has. His typical stream of dirty talk is interrupted with groans and she can feel his legs quivering a little as he takes quicker, shorter strokes into her soft mouth. He can feel her tongue moving on that sensitive underside of his cock. He feels her moans echoing deep into his balls. With a yell the entire hotel could hear, he lets loose and ejaculates into the back of her throat. Like a good girl, she gulps down each drop, her throat muscles milking the last of the cum from his balls. He drops to his knees in front of her and flops back onto the bed. "Ready for another go?" she asks him, laughing. "Maybe next year." She laughed and went to the frig and pulled out some snacks she had brought. "I knew you'd need nourishment so I planned ahead. I have big plans for us so I need to keep you healthy!" she said as she popped another beer open for him and fed him a piece of cheese. She disappeared into the bathroom for a bit and then came back wearing a short black silky thing of some sort. She pulled it up and gave him a peek at a little black piece of lace between her legs. "Why in the world do you need that? I like you naked." "So you can tear it off with your teeth." He kind of liked that idea. They sat on the bed together and had their snack and she drank her wine. He asked her if she'd pose for some photos for him. He was finally going to get the kind of pictures HE wanted instead of waiting for her to send them. He asked her to kneel on the bed again. She complied and he took a few shots of her in the lingerie, pulling the front down with a good shot of cleavage. Then one of the black panties and another one of them pulled over to the side for a peek at her clean shaven lips. "I notice your little friend is back to visit," she said, happily eyeing his growing erection. "Little? I'll show you what my little friend can do to you if you're not careful." "All talk," she laughed. She wasn't laughing for long when he grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the end of the bed. He reached down and tested the strength of the silk rope tied to the footboard, then n he wrapped it around her ankle, fastening the Velcro attachment firmly. "Hey, I was gonna use those on you!" "Well, who's laughing now," he said to her as he bound her other ankle to the opposite corner. "This is quite a little pickle you've gotten yourself into." He laid himself over her and began to suck on one nipple. When she relaxed and started to enjoy it he grabbed her left arm and secured it to the headboard. She tried to keep him from getting hold of the other but soon found that was futile. Pretty soon, he had her spread-eagled across that huge bed. He pulled the lingerie down so her breasts were pushed up tight. He kind of liked the looks of that, like a gift to unwrap. He grabbed his phone and took a few more close-up photos of her. "Oops, you forgot to take my panties off before you tied up my legs. Guess you have to untie me." "You don't really think you're getting off that easy, do you? Don't think I don't have a plan." He moved to the side table and took a look through the bag of toys she had brought along. "Hmmm, this is interesting." He brought out a little flat flexible paddle. "I think you sent me an interesting video where someone used this on a tied-up girl's naked pussy." "Yeah, it was just an idea. I'm not sure I want you to do that to me." "Well, you're not really in a position to worry about that, now are you, Kristin?" He kept looking and found a soft leather whip with many tails, a blindfold, and another, larger vibrator and a tube of lube. "Seems I have some interesting choices here and you don't seem to have any. Hmmm. I'm thinking I need to do something about that smart mouth of yours." "Kiss it, right?" She smiled at him, trying to distract him. He stood next to the bed and slowly stroked his cock for her the way she liked. "I'm going to make you beg for this cock to be in your tight little cunt," he said as she watched him. He went to her on the bed and slowly placed the blindfold over her eyes. Leaning down, he does kiss her, taking a long lick of her lips as he pulls back. He goes to her nipples and takes a long lick of those as well. Then another long pull with his mouth, ending with a little bite that makes her jump. He flicks her nipples a little and then drags the soft leather whiptails across them to tickle her. He drops the whip down to her feet and drags it all the way up the inside of her legs, tickling her all the way. When he gets back to her breasts, he gives it a little twist and it whips across her nipples. "Oww, that hurt...do it again." "Quiet or I'll stuff something in your mouth too." "Will it be your cock?" "If you're lucky. Now lay still." He went back to work with the whip across her creamy white tits, back and forth on each side til they are a nice bright pink. No more talking from the smart mouth, just moaning and writhing around, trying to break the bonds. Her back is arched and her nipples are tightly swollen and pink, just the way he likes them. His mouth can't stay away. He sucks and bites them until she begs for more. "More what?" "I don't know! It's making my clit beg to be touched. Please!" He redirected the whip to her shiny pink pussy, still covered with the black lace. Small taps with the whip were all it took for her to raise her hips as far as she was able, reaching for pleasure. He pulls the lace to the side and sees her juices dripping downward. He tapped her a few more times with the soft leather until she is gasping for more. Her lips were now as pink as her tits. Her back is arched, legs spread wide. His mouth waters at the thought of tasting that hot wet mound that is begging for him. His cock is as hard as it had ever been, you'd never know he just emptied his balls into her mouth less than an hour ago. The sight before him is something he needs to always remember. Another couple of pictures are definitely in order. He takes close ups of her flushed face and a full Length shot of her entire body, bound and waiting for him. He grabs a pillow and lifts her hips to place it underneath. He knows he will like what comes next even better than she will. and he knows she will love it. He makes a few more passes with the whip to her tits and pussy then lays down between her legs for the feast he's been waiting for. He pulls the lace up between her lips and licks teasingly up and down both sides, avoiding her clit. He knows this will make her crazy. He pulls it a little tighter until her lips bulge out around the lace and licks her through the fabric, just enough so she can feel the pressure of his tongue but not the pleasure. She is already begging him for release and he hasn't even gotten started. He kisses and gently licks the insides of her legs down to the back of her knee and then back up the other side. She is literally shaking all over and finally quiet, just waiting to see what comes next. He licks again up around the tight lace and then decides he'd teased himself long enough. He breaks the strings on the sides of her hips and yanks the flimsy lace to the side. Her pussy is pink and puffy and her clit is swelling out from between her luscious lips. His tongue can't wait any longer. He goes directly to her clit and he sucks it into his mouth. She screams with pleasure and tries to spread her legs wider for him. He attacks it like a man who hadn't been satisfied in months, fucking her wet hole with his tongue and moaning into her, the vibrations causing even more pleasure for her. "I love this. I could do it for hours." He had his hands under her butt and was holding her close to his face. She had stopped struggling against the bonds of the ropes and had relaxed, accepting the pleasure. He brought his hand to her swollen lips and ran a finger up and down through the juices. He spread her open and used a finger to massage the inside walls of her tight cunt. He occasionally touched her clit and she would twitch and tense, then relax. He eased one finger inside and then two, reaching for that magic spot that only he can find. He massaged her inside and went back to attacking her with his mouth. It wasn't long before she was gasping and writhing underneath him. Unable to even form words, she has her head thrown back and he can tell she is almost there. He suctions his mouth around her clit and flicks his tongue rhythmically across it while he pulls upward with his fingers, finding that sweet spot inside that brings her to ecstasy. He feels her juices flooding his mouth and he laps it up as fast as it pumps out of her. Her entire body is shaking and she has finally given up every bit of control to him. He reaches to release the ropes binding her ankles and pushes her legs back to her chest. What a picture this is in front of him. He sees more slickness running out of her quivering pussy. He rolls her legs back a little further and begins kissing up the inside of her legs and her ass cheeks, working his way to the tight bud of her ass. He tentatively licks across it and feels her jerk back to attention. He circles it and licks her deeply from Back to front. Her gasps and moans tell him how much she is enjoying his attention. He rolls her over and helps her to her knees, her hands still twisted and bound over her head. He takes in this picture for a moment before again lowering his mouth to her puckered hole and sucking and licking from front to back until she is panting and begging for him. "What was that? I told you I'd have you begging for my cock." He rose to his knees behind her and rubbed his cock up and down her dripping slit. Teasing her cunt with the head of his cock then rubbing it up the back and slightly entering her ass with just the head. Underneath of him she continues to beg, almost unintelligibly, for him to enter her. He picks up the paddle he'd put aside from the toy bag and smacks it against her swollen and exposed pussy lips, again and again until she is pleading for mercy. He moves in behind her and buries his cock in her tight swollen cunt in one swift stroke and smacks her across the ass with the paddle on both sides, enjoying the feel of her muscles tightening around him with each stroke of the paddle. He feels her breath coming out in spurts as he drives into her over and over. Worth the Wait "Make me cum, Jim," she whispers desperately. He looks down and the image of his cock stretching her bright pink pussy open nearly undoes him. He reaches down and pulls her ass cheeks open for a better view then reaches between them to wet his fingers in her juices. He twists one of them gently into her tight asshole. He feels her pussy grip him harder and he picks up his pace, pounding into her as he plunges his finger rhythmically into her ass. All this time he is asking her if she loves the way his cock feels so deep inside her and telling her how she looks, bound and blindfolded beneath him with his cock in her pussy and his finger in her ass. She can't answer him with anything but moans. He sees the last unused toy lying next to them on the mattress and reaches down to pick up the dildo. Turning it on, he twists it gently into her ass, just an inch or two, twisting and pulling. He can feel the vibrations in his dick and hears her moans increase in volume. He knows she is close and strokes just a little deeper so he can cum with her. He puts his hands on both her hips and pulls her back onto him, slowing his pace slightly while he feels the cum in his balls getting ready to explode into her. "Are you ready for me, Kristin? Beg me for my cum." "Please give it to me. Please," she panted breathlessly. "Make me yours." That was all he needed to hear. One last stroke into the depths of her and he pumped every drop of his cum as deep as he could get it. They collapsed forward together onto the bed. He released her hands from the bindings and stretched out next to her, pulling her in close to him and pulling up the sheet to cover them both. He tells her, "Take a nap, this is to be continued a little later..."