0 comments/ 47397 views/ 0 favorites One Stormy Night By: ifucan It was a dark night, the clouds were blocking out the moon and the stars, and the lightning in the distance was creating an eerie glow. I was sitting by my bedroom window staring into the darkness as it enveloped me. Then from the corner of my eye I caught the light come on in your bedroom. I cast my glaze towards you and saw you standing in front of the mirror. I closely watch as your young body danced in front of the mirror casting your reflection back at you. You were taking in all the beauty of your young perfect body as you danced in front of the mirror. You seemed close enough to reach out and touch me. I hoped you could not see me. Although it would be considered kinky, this 50-year-old man watched a young body dance in the mirror. I watched you so closely, sucking in the tautness of your body, drinking in your beauty as you performed for me through your window. You didn't know I was watching, but with every move you made I got harder and harder. My cock wanted release so much but I fought the urge as long as I could. Finally I unzipped my jeans and freed my cock into the coolness of the night; feeling the cool air on my balls just intensified my hard-on. As I watched you dance in front of the mirror I began to stroke my painfully aroused dick. The longer you danced the hornier I got and the faster I stroked my now throbbing cock. Little by little you strip your clothes from your taut young body exposing the finest specimen of God's ingenuity. First you removed your top to show a pretty pink lace bra, and then you removed it and the finest set of breasts I ever saw appeared. You traced your fingers across your nipples and I almost came on the spot. Those pert tits and rosebud like nipples just enhanced my arousal. Watching you pull and tweak you nipples was such an erotic sight, I wish I had it recorded to watch again. I squeezed my cock hard to ensure I wasn't dreaming. I could only imagine the feeling of my cock between those beautiful perfect tits. I wanted so much to tit fuck you, only my mind could picture it more perfect. Then I watched as you squirmed from your jeans, just leaving a thin pair of panties covering the place I wanted to kiss, suck, and lick. Oh God you are so beautiful, erotic, and tempting. How I wish I could be the one to teach you the fine art of pleasure. Then with a stealthy move you shed those thin silky, lucky pair of garments. You have shaven the most part of your young tight twat; it is the most precious thing I have ever seen. My cock throbs in my hand, as I am totally engrossed in your movements. Slowly but deliberately you trace your fingers down the curve of your young tender body. Following the curve of your body your fingers rest on your womanhood. I watch as your hand disappears between your thighs, your head falls back and I can almost hear you moan as you explore the wetness of your cunt. With your other hand you are squeezing your tit, your hips move in a slow rhythm. My cock jerks in my hand as I imagine the feel and smell of your tight little cunt. Then a bolt of lightening lights up the sky, startling you and me as well. But it also lights up my vantage point and I see you look straight toward me. I try to hide but there is no place to go, I hope you haven't seen me. But you have, you cover your bare breasts with one arm and hide your exposed womanhood with the other. Then the power goes out, I strain my eyes to see if I can make you appear before me again. But alas I can't see you through the darkness. I sit here wondering what you are thinking of me, wishing the lightening had not given me away. As fast as the power went off it came back on, and there you were standing right in front of the window, staring in my direction. You are standing there exposed completely to me, to my great pleasure you have not made a single attempt to hide your beauty. You wave to me, you smile, and then you begin to sway to some kind of music I can't hear. You stand in front of the window and resume your previous activities. My cock jumps in excitement. You then pull a chair to the window and place your feet on the windowsill. You sneak your hand between your thighs and slowly spread your legs to show me what you are doing. I watch with admiration as your fingers explore your sweet wet hole. You hide 2 fingers inside you, your head leans back and your hips buck up to meet your fingers. I stroke my cock with the same rhythm as you wanting to cum when you do. Stroking my cock I watch you feverishly finger fucking yourself, faster I jerk my cock wanting to cum when you do. I watch in udder appreciation as your body trembles and your head falls back and you are motionless. I stroke my cock harder wanting to shoot my load, I feel my balls tighten, my dick quivers in my hand and I shoot one spasm after another not caring where it goes. Your head raises but your hand stays in its secure place. I reach for a cigarette from my pack and my lighter. Then you stand letting your fingers slide from your pussy and you raise them to your mouth and begin licking them clean. You are staring in my direction; I flick my lighter casting a dancing light around me. You smile at me and blow me a kiss, then you pull the curtain. One Stormy Night It’s a stormy November night. The first real storm of the year with wind and rain and thunder off in the distance. The wipers beating back and forth trying in vain to keep up with the rain pelting the windshield. The road is dark and winding along the Santiam River. I glance over at you sitting next to me. You look fearful as the car kicks up gravel alongside the road as the car slews into the next curve. A truck and trailer pass us throwing up sheets of water from the pavement further obscuring the roadway ahead. There is no way of knowing how much farther or how much long it will be before we reach the cabin. Further on we see lights ahead along side the road. Lights that are unexpected out here. As they draw closer we make out the lighted sign: “Mountain Inn”. “Let’s stop for a while”, you say. I pull off the road and park in front of the four wooden steps going up to the wide veranda the runs across the front of the Inn. The log cabin façade of the Inn is dripping wet. The rain running from the roof overflowing the gutters allowing the water to create a showery waterfall blocking entrance to the doorway. We get out and run for the steps, but the rain and wind beats at our clothes. The final torrent from the gutters finish the job leaving our heads wet and our clothes soaked. At the top of the stairs is a momentary respite from the torrent as I work the latch on the two wood, glass paned entry doors. For a moment, they seem stuck, unopenable. Then they burst open into the warm lobby. We go in and walk to the bell desk. No one is here. The two of us stand there for a moment shivering. There is music coming from the room to the left of us – the restaurant/bar. We follow the music and find a dimly lite room. A long bar along one side is flanked by doors that read “Men” and “Women”. Four tables are scattered in some haphazard fashion around the main floor. Three cheap, black nagahyde booths sit along the wall under the window facing the rod opposite the bar. There is a small dance floor at the far end with an old Wurlitzer jukebox in the corner. The record playing is All Night Train by the Allman Brothers. You walk towards the bar looking for someone – anyone. I walk to the jukebox and read the type written songs under the glass. I turn at the sound of a voice. I see a thin older woman coming into the restaurant. At smile on her face she says, “Hi folks. I’m Jenny. This is my place. What the hell are you doing here on a night like this?” We wonder the same thing. You smile at the greeting and say, “We were on our way over to Stillford and, uh…. Could we get some coffee?” “Best coffee for forty miles around. In fact, the only coffee for forty miles around”, Jenny says with a laugh. “We’re in kind of a hurry”, I say. “Ain’t no reason to be”, Jenny said, “slide took out about 20 feet of the road about 5 miles up the way. You ain’t going no where. Least not ‘til the boys from the road de-partment get it open again. But don’t you worry none. Happens all the time this time a year”. You glance at me apprehensively. “Well, I suppose we’re going to stay for a while then. It’s 120 miles back and around the other road. How long do you think?” Jenny shook her head. “Don’t really know. Ol’ Charlie come in an hour ago and got a thermos full of coffee for the crew. He didn’t think they were going to get it cleaned up ‘till morning. I guess they’re wait’n for equipment or something. He didn’t really say. But I guess it’s still slidin’ up there. Trees, rocks, mud… everything.” I glance at my watch. 8:30. “Well. It’s gonna be a long night then, I guess”. “Don’t you worry yourself at all. I’ll get you each some coffee and fix ya something real nice to eat. And if you want, I got empty rooms upstairs. Ain’t many people out here this time of year. Fisherman and tourists in the summer, but not now.” I sit in one of the booths, staring out the window at the storm. You slide in beside me, clutch my arm and rest your head on my shoulder. “I’m kinda glad really. The road is so bad and you just can’t really see”. I turn my head, kiss your forehead. “I know. Maybe just as well.” In time the coffee and the food arrive. We eat and drink slowly. Then I notice Jenny watching us. She comes over and slides into the booth opposite us. “You two ain’t been together too long have you?” “No” we answer, “Not too long”. “Well I got just the thing for you then. Something I save just for special people” “Oh?” we say in unison as Jenny slides out of the booth and walks behind the bar. We see her moving about, picking up bottles and rattling glasses. Then she returns with two tall glasses of a blue liquid. “Here. Just the thing for two young people in love.” We both look dubiously at the blue drink. “Well, since you ain’t going nowhere, I’ll go upstairs and make up a bed for ya”. We watch Jenny as she crosses the room and passes out into the lobby. We look at the drinks again. I take a hesitant sip. It is wonderful. A spice taste or…? Something unrecognizable. “Try it. It’s good.” You take a sip. I see you smile. You take a larger sip. Your smile widens. You move even closer to me. As time goes on, we sip our drinks and chat. I touch your face. You hug me. I caress you neck. You move your hand inside my jacket and message my side. I kiss your lips. You moan. My hand brushes your breast. Yours slides to my leg. I kiss you deeply. Your body melts against mine. My body is tingling all over. Every touch of your fingers like fire. And I know you are feeling it too. Your touch, the silkiness of your skin is so intense. Two more drinks appear, as if by magic on the table in front of us. We drink. We talk. I touch your skin. I feel your warmth. I feel you shiver from my touch. My hand slide under your short skirt and I feel you tense for a moment. Then your legs open for my hand. I stroke you and feel your wetness. You moan. Your lips close to mine. Your hand rubbing my crotch through my pants, my cock growing harder and harder. I take you by the hand and lead you out of the room and up the stairs where we find one room lit. On the night stand next to the bed are two glasses of blue liquid. We enter the room and close the door. Fumbling at each others clothes, finally tearing them to get them off. My mouth on your hard nipples. My hands on butt. Pushing you back towards the bed. My mouth on your sweet, hot pussy, licking your wetness. Toying with your clit. Your mouth on my cock, sucking, licking, stroking. I feel your hot cum building in my mouth as your body arches and spasms in pleasure. You scream. Your legs squeeze my head as I continue to lick. Your breath in gasps. I pull you up on all fours and enter you from behind, my cock sliding deep inside you. Stroking, fucking forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you. The next morning. We sit across from each other at a table in the restaurant. Jenny gaily serving breakfast. A steady stream of chatter. You eyes are dreamy. We both just pick at our food. Finally, after coffee, we depart. The morning is overcast but the storm is over. You sit close to me, much too close for any safe driving, but I don’t object. We drive about ten miles. And find no sign of a mud slide. No workers, no equipment. Nothing. I stop the car on the shoulder of the road. We look at each other. I turn the car around and drive back 12 miles. Then 13. Then 14. Then 15. Nowhere can we find the Mountain Inn. One Stormy Night It was a cold night, not at all the sort of weather you’d want your car to break down in. I’d anticipated zipping over to work to grab those papers I’d forgotten, then driving straight home and into the shelter of the remote controlled garage without having to step foot out in the dismal weather. As a result of that train of thought, I was wearing only the lightweight black trousers and red blouse I’d worn at work. It was all going to plan until my car had coughed and spluttered its way to a halt a few blocks from home. I’d tried to use my mobile to call a taxi, but evidently I was in a ‘black spot’ where reception was non-existent. Cursing it, I set off walking. Tiredly I walked up the quiet city street in the direction of the old warehouse I’d converted into a home. I shivered as it began to drizzle, quickly soaking through the thin material of my clothes. Soon my top was clinging like a second skin, clearly outlining my generous breasts with nipples prominent from the cold. At the corner I stopped. I could go straight ahead, take a left, then another left to backtrack towards my place. Or I could take a shortcut through the alley on my left, cutting a lot of time off my journey. In my mind I cursed the town planners as I surveyed the dark alley. Sighing, I turned left and began to walk. Surely nobody else would be out on a night like this anyway, I thought to myself as the sound of my heels echoed off the brick walls, slightly distorted by the puddles on the ground. The alley twisted and turned, and almost immediately I was hidden from the main road. Starting to feel uneasy, I started walking faster, and the echo of my footsteps followed me. But was that only my footsteps, or…? Quickly I spun around. A shape moved in the shadows of the walls, coalescing into the shape of a man. I didn’t wait to see more. Beginning to run, my heart was pounding in my ears, but I could hear the footsteps behind me increasing in speed too. I wasn’t going to let this happen! Kicking off my heels, I left then where they fell and ran. I’d been cross-country champion in high school, so I wasn’t going to let some dirty wino catch me. I dodged the garbage bins and corners to get away. Ducking around a corner, I ran smack bang into something hard and immovable. I would have fallen from the impact if strong arms had not reached out and held me steady. I looked up in shock at the man standing in front of me, grasping my upper arms with firm hands. He was huge. I stood at 5’10, but I had to tilt my head back to see his face, which put him at about 6’2”, maybe 6’3”. He looked at me for a moment, then said, “What were you running from?” Beginning to catch my breath, I replied, “A…a man. Following me.” He looked over my shoulder, and I turned to follow his gaze. Nothing moved in the shadows except a cat searching for food. “What the hell do you think you’re doing walking through a dark alley at night?” he growled at me, giving me a little shake. I looked up at him in surprise. I opened my mouth to reply…and the next thing I knew I was being pulled through a doorway nearby I hadn’t noticed, shrouded in shadow. He pulled me down a small hallway, and when I tried to resist he simply tugged harder on my arm. I stumbled off balance, and was too intent on regaining my balance to resist anymore. Suddenly he let go, allowing me to stop. I brushed my long hair away from my face and looked around. He’d brought me to a room, his living room by the look of it. The wallpaper was faded and peeling, and there was no window. I noticed two tatty lounge chairs, a bookshelf crammed with dog-eared paperbacks, and an old lamp minus its shade provided a dim light. The man walked over to the right side of the room, where an old sink and benches were. Grabbing a cloth, he wiped the water from his face. It was my first chance to actually see his face in the light. He was…rugged. His dark hair, disheveled and too long, framed a face seemingly made of planes and angles. His nose was crooked, obviously from a break at some time in the past. Trying to re-establish some control over the situation, I started to say, “Look, I appreciate the help, but I need to get home. I...” when he casually walked over and slapped me across the face. “I like my women to be quiet,” he told me in a casual tone, then turned away. His women! I stared at him in shock for a second, then, “How dare…” Slap! Again, this time across the other side of my face. He considered me for a moment. As he did I began to realize the seriousness of my situation. Nobody knew where I was, and I was at the mercy of an obviously violent man. I looked towards the hallway, and he must have known what I was thinking, because he grabbed me again and put me over his shoulder. Scared, I began to struggle, punching and kicking, but he merely grunted, told me to stop moving and slapped me hard on the ass, following it with a caress. He walked over to a doorway opposite the hallway we’d entered through, and walked into another room. Lifting my head up I was able to get a quick glimpse of the room, but only got enough time to register it was large, before I was unceremoniously dumped onto a bed, knocking the wind out of me. I started to protest, but gasped when he grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped it off me. Underneath I wore a black lacy bustier; lingerie was my one weakness. I suddenly felt cold metal encircle my wrist, and looked above my head to see him fastening…was it a manacle?...around my wrist. I started to struggle, but he swatted my hand away as if it were a fly, then grabbed my other wrist and chained it too, before giving my ankles the same treatment. He stood by the bed for a moment, looking me up and down. I was conscious of my wet clothes clinging to every curve of my body, and as he looked at me I noticed a swelling in his trousers. Oh no, this can’t be happening to me! I thought frantically. But it was happening, and I realized there was nothing I could do. The bustier pushed my ample breasts upwards and highlighted my small waist. Tracing one finger over the rise of my breast, he smiled, then reached down and began to undo the button on my trousers, followed by the zipper. The small open triangle revealed more black lace beneath; grabbing the waistband, he pulled the trousers down past my ass, until they were forced down as far as they could go because of my spreadeagled position. Unclipping one ankle, he forced my leg over towards the other, so he could pull my trousers off. After pulling the trousers off one leg, he grabbed my free ankle and forced it back over to the manacle and rechained it. He then repeated this on the other leg, so the trousers were off. I was left lying there in a black lace bustier and matching G-String, shivering in the cold. He looked at me, then undid his own trousers, and took them off. He wore no underwear, and his freed cock sprang erect. I gasped. It was massive. Long but thick, with a large swollen head. He climbed on the bed, kneeling between my spread legs, and his erection jutted out proudly. I shook my head in denial. “Oh yes,” he assured me. “It’s going to happen, lady, and you’re going to love it.” He licked his fingers then reached down to my pussy, inadequately encased in a scrap of black lace. Moving my underwear aside, he roughly rubbed his finger over my clitoris. To my horror, I started to feel a dampness between my legs in response. I couldn’t be getting turned on by this! I twisted, trying to get away, but he grabbed my hip with his other hand and pushed me harder onto the bed, holding me motionless while his finger began to circle my pussy. He felt the moisture there, and paused, looking at me. “Why, what’s this?” he asked. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Underneath you’re nothing but a little slut.” As he said the word slut he forced his wet finger deep inside me as far as he could. His fingers were long and thick, and I cried out in surprise as I felt it. Once in, he kept his finger motionless, only moving the very tip in a quick movement. I gasped as the spot he was rubbing started to tingle. He began to use his thumb on my clit, continuing the movement of his finger shoved deep inside me. I bit back a moan, unwilling to admit I was beginning to enjoy this violation. He watched me, as the pleasure began to build up. My hips started moving of their own accord, my body shamelessly betraying me. When he felt that small movement he stopped and smiled. He withdrew his hand, and leaned forward, placing a hand of either side of me. Soon I felt the tip of his massive cock at the entrance to my wet pussy. He pushed forward slowly, and only the moisture there prevented his swollen head from tearing me. He continued until I could feel the rim of his head push inside me. I looked up at his face, and begged him to stop. “Please, no, stop.” He didn’t reply, but slapped me across the face and then grabbed my breast hard, pulling it out of the bustier’s cup. He kneaded my soft flesh, and cruelly pinched my nipple, bringing tears to my eyes from the pain. He let go quickly though, and moved his hand up to my shoulder. Before I realized what he was about to do, he used his hand to hold me down as hard as possible while he rammed his monster cock deep into my pussy. I screamed. It felt like I was being impaled on a steel pole. I turned my head and sank my teeth into his arm as hard as I could. “YOU LITTLE FUCKING BITCH!” he roared. He slapped me across the face so hard for a moment all I saw were stars. Then he began moving, ramming himself into me. I could feel that huge cock inside me sliding out, only to shove back in again. I cried out, and then as he thrust again and again, incredibly I could feel myself starting to stretch to accommodate his engorged penis, moisture starting to lubricate his dick. The pain lessened, and mingled with it was pleasure. He realized I was beginning to enjoy it, so he reached down between us and rubbed my clit while he pounded my hole. I moaned, and suddenly felt myself climaxing, muscles squeezing his cock as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt ripped through me. He groaned at the sensation of my pussy tightening around him, and thrust faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I thought he was building up to a climax, but suddenly he withdrew in one swift movement, leaving my pussy achingly empty. He got off the bed, then reached down and undid the chain at my right foot. Pulling my leg with it, he re-clipped the chain on the other side of the bed so both my feet were secured on the same side. He then did the same with my hands, so I was bound to one side of the bed. He then looked at me and said, “Turn over.” Puzzled, I complied, lying on my stomach. I felt him unhook my arm and re-clip it on the other side of the bed again, then did the same with my feet. I was again laying spread-eagled, this time on my stomach. However, this time he’d left much more play in the chains on my feet, giving me much more movement. “On your knees, my little whore. Let’s see that pert little ass up in the air.” Giving me no time to refuse, his arm slid under my hips and hoisted me effortlessly into position. Nudging my knees further apart, he stopped and just looked at me. I could imagine what he was seeing. Since he hadn’t adjusted the chains on my arms, my top half was stretched so much I had to keep my head on the bed. This left my ass sticking up, with my legs spread wide. He grabbed the remnants of my now-tattered G-String and ripped it off me, leaving my pussy exposed for his inspection. Taking his place behind me, I felt something at the entrance to my pussy again. I tensed slightly, but it was only his finger, sliding gently in and out until it was covered in my juices, and I was tingling in anticipation again. I felt him reposition himself so his cock was touching my pussy. This time he didn’t ram himself inside; they pushed, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, until I was whimpering in need. When he was finally deep inside me he began to rock slowly, tiny little movements that caused little shock waves of pleasure. He grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them wide so he could see my puckered asshole and below that, the sight of his rigid cock plunged into my glistening pussy. With one hand he kept my cheeks spread. With the other....I soon felt his finger lightly rub my asshole. I tried to tighten my cheeks against him, but it was no good. He kept rubbing lightly, bringing moisture up from my dripping cunt to lubricate the area. When he increased the strokes of his gigantic cock into my pussy, I soon relaxed against him again. Then I felt it. He pushed his wet finger inside my anus. I tensed, and he didn’t keep pushing, but he didn’t remove his finger either. Continuing his rhythmic strokes into my pussy, he also reached under me with his other hand and started rubbing my clit. Against my will I could feel myself responding. I started panting, and wanted more. For some reason he hadn’t increased the tempo, he was just sliding his cock in and out. I tried to grind my ass against him but soon realised this increased the penetration of his finger in my ass, which wasn’t hurting as much. I stopped but, when he responded by slowing his strokes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed back against him as hard as I could, feeling the full impact of his massive cock buried in my pussy, as well as his finger now buried in my ass. He grabbed me by the hip with his other hand, impaling me there as he stayed motionless. But I needed to move. I began to grind against him in small circles, feeling my clit rub against his balls, exciting me more. This movement caused his finger to move around, and grinding my ass again I started to feel pleasure as he began to thrust his finger gently in and out. Then he began thrusting with his cock again. He began to thrust harder, increased his finger to match, and I moaned. It felt so good, having his finger and his cock both ramming into me at once. I’d never experienced anything like it before. He started grunting with each stroke, and I could feel his cock swell up even bigger, if possible. He started ramming into me as hard as he could, and I screamed as my pussy tightened into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. He plunged into me one more time, but my muscles were tightening in pulses around him, squeezing him in an irresistible rhythm. With a roar he came, and I could feel the spurts of hot cum deep inside me. Afterwards he withdrew, getting silently off the bed and crossing the room, only to return immediately. He threw something on the bed, then undid the manacles on my hands and feet. “Get dressed,” he said tersely, gesturing to the things he’d thrown on the bed. Then he walked back into the other room, leaving me alone. I rubbed my wrist, then had a look at what he’d left. The pile consisted of my trousers, a comb, and a faded T-shirt to replace mine, which was destroyed. Unsteadily I got to my feet, and began dressing. He had also ripped my G-String, so I went pantyless under my trousers, and threw the T-shirt on quickly. I ran the comb through my long hair, and walked into the other room. He was nowhere to be seen. Quietly I headed down the hall and out the door, where I blinked in the early light of dawn. I must have been in there for hours, I realized. I looked around, but I couldn’t see him anywhere in the myriad of shadows that still concealed my of the alley. Hurrying, head down, I headed for home, sore, tired, and a little wiser about myself. One Stormy Night As I look out the window a feeling of intense excitement shudders through my body, seeing the dark gray clouds devour the blue skies. I can hear the threat of a storm getting closer and closer. It is speaking to me, telling me to be scared. I can see flickers of light striking down, guiding the storm. The cool, brisk wind sneaks in the window as I watch it dance with the curtains. Knowing it's only a matter of time before the power goes out, I gather the candles to be lit. Listening as the rain starts out slowly, I decide to go lay down and wait it out. With each passing moment I can hear the raindrops getting harder. The thunder echoes through my ears. I snuggle up to my pillow as I start to drift off to sleep. After a few moments I am startled awake by a loud clash of thunder. I light the candle by my bed and lay there calming myself down. I begin to sense I am no longer alone. I believe I know who is with me but how can that be? Am I still dreaming? I can't be. I can still hear the forcefulness of the storm coming. I can barley see your shadow from the candle. I question my own mind until you move towards me. Frightened, I jump out of bed and back up to the window. I can feel the cool breeze still coming in the window as before, so I know I cannot be dreaming. I start to shiver as you slowly emerge from the shadows. Leaning up against the wall, I close my eyes. I am afraid to look, if this is not real then I would wake up; if I was dreaming. I can feel your eyes on me as you stand before me. They are drinking me in inch by inch. You raise your hand to my face. My body tenses as your fingers trace my eyes, down my nose, over my lips and down my neck. You place your hands on both sides of me against the wall and lean in to me. I can feel your hot breath on my neck waiting for that first touch of your lips but instead I hear you inhale deeply making my sweet scent the oxygen for your body. I can feel your power over me, making me feel vulnerable. I am trapped between you and the wall and yet I am not scared. In one swift movement you pin my hands above my head, securing them with one hand. With your free hand you cup my breast, running your fingertips over the fabric, watching as my nipple starts to harden underneath. Lowering your, mouth I can feel the wetness of your tongue through the satin. Flicking your tongue over my nipple as though the fabric was not even there. Placing it between your teeth and biting gently. Reaching under the short nighty, I can feel your fingers outlining my full breast. Grazing your thumb over my nipple, feeling how hard it is with excitement. You start to pinch it lightly, teasing it with your fingers. Now irritated with the fabric that keeps you from seeing what you desire you give one hard tug on one strap and then the other breaking them free. I only just stand there frozen with my eyes closed. I can only feel the excitement of not knowing what you are going to do next. I feel your hot mouth engulf my breast as your hand grabs it firmly, your tongue rolling over and over my nipple. Sucking it in and letting it go. Seductively teasing my nipple with your tongue and lips. Gliding your tongue from one nipple down my cleavage and up to the other. Giving it the same erotic attention as the other. Feeling your hand run down my body slipping my panties off my hips allowing them to drop. Thrusting your knee between my legs making them separate as you feel your way up my thigh. With the tips of your fingers you start to tease the outside of my hot spot. You sigh as your fingers find there way in and feel how wet I am. Slipping a finger inside and running it from my hot pussy up to my clit, my body jerks from the intense feeling. You start to massage my clit gently in a circular motion as your mouth flicks my nipple imagining it was my swollen knob. Finally pressing your hardness against my body, letting me know how much you desire to be in me. Not able to contain your craving any more you release my hands. With my eyes still closed I put my hands on your chest and run them down to your pulsating, hard cock. I slide down, still between you and the wall, as I place the tip of it in my mouth. Licking all the pre-cum off the head, I start to roll my tongue over it. My hand strokes the shaft as I wrap my lips around the head and suck gently inching down the shaft slowly, my hand never stopping. Tracing the length of it with my tongue, I make my way up to the top just to follow it back down again. Feeling the soft skin as I rub the hardness over my face. Licking the shaft back down. I gently slide my tongue over your balls, sucking one in and twirling it around in my mouth massaging it with my tongue. Releasing it to suck in the other and feeling it roll around in my mouth. Sucking in both as my tongue firmly massages them; twirling them around in my wet, hot mouth. Making my way back up the shaft leaving a sweet wet trail from my tongue as I wrap my lips firmly around the head and suck in making my way down your shaft as my mouth waters. Reaching around to your butt as I squeeze it pulling you in deeper. Having your head touch my tonsils as I take all of you in. Squeezing tighter as you stand there looking down at me while watching your hard dick disappear in my steamy mouth. Putting your hand on the back of my head as you start to thrust a bit harder fucking my mouth. You can feel it all building stronger and stronger. Wanting to see it come from the head onto my tongue as I drink you in. With you in control you start to pull out and slide it in with long strokes. Feeling my tongue go over every ripple and massaging every vein, feeling your hard cock pulsating in my mouth. Calming down a bit you thrust with longer and harder strokes. Watching the fluids drip from my chin onto my breast. Putting your fingers down there so you can feel my lips wrapped around your hard cock and how hard and wet you are. Your sighs turn into moans....getting louder with each stroke of my mouth. ''I want to see it'' you say, thrusting it into my mouth a few more times. You start to stroke as I lick the head with my mouth open, wanting to taste you. You lay your head on my tongue giving it one more, hard stroke, as your knees grow weak. You're moaning loudly as you explode all your excitement inside my mouth. Wrapping the head with my lips I take you in, feeling me swallow you as I milk the rest from you with my lips and tongue. I then lick the head getting any of you that I missed. Grabbing my arms and lifting me up you push me down on to the bed, almost in a hasty manner, as if you are upset that I took control over you. Sensing your agitation I can feel an uneasy tremble settling in my stomach. Not daring to open my eyes to see what you are doing but hearing you rip the straps off my nightgown. You pull my hands to the railing of the bed. I can feel you are tying me up. Now bound to the bed by the straps that held my nightgown on, I feel ashamed for being naked. I hear you tearing the nightgown. I am still scared to open my eyes, but not in fear of waking up now, but scared it might upset you if I see your face. I feel the warmth of your hand as you gently wipe away the tears that have escaped from my eyes. Covering my eyes with the satin so I cannot see even if I wanted to, you lean down into me kissing my check lightly and whispering into my ear "I will never hurt you". The soothing of your voice reinstalls in me security that I can trust you. I can hear the thunder and the lightening respond to each other, each yelling as if trying to voice which one is bigger and stronger. I can tell by the sounds of the storm we are not in the middle of it yet for it is stalling, just waiting for the perfect moment to attack. Seems like many minutes have passed and still I cannot tell what you are doing. I can sense you are there and I can feel your eyes on my body but what are you doing? I start to tug just bit at the ties around my wrist with anticipation but you grab my hands and order for me to stop. From the candles burning on my night stand you poor the hot wax over my body starting at my stomach and making a trail over one nipple to the next. Rubbing your fingers over the hot wax as it hardens in the perfect form of my now intensely aroused nipples. Pouring more onto my body running your fingers through it, over my ribs and down to my belly. With you standing there watching as the wax takes form. I can sense that this excites you for your breathing starts to quicken. Looking down at me as if I have become your artwork. Placing the candle back in it's holder, you start to peel the wax slowly exposing the red, glistening flesh of my body where it has slightly burned me. With each piece you remove you replace it with the warmth of your tongue and the wetness of your mouth. First your tongue caresses my nipples while each very sensitive nerve is awake, creating such intense feelings, almost causing me to climax. Rolling your tongue over my nipple sucking harder and harder while your hands finish removing the wax on my stomach. You start to kiss your way down my breasts, over my ribs to my belly caressing the delicate skin with your lips and tongue. Taking a piece of ice from the glass of water on the table and letting it drip onto my firmly erect nipple. Watching how my body squirms as it goes from one extreme to the next. Slowly circling the nipple with the piece of ice and then sucking it into your hot mouth sends my body in to ecstasy. Moaning loudly, I feel the explosion escape from my body. Putting the ice into your mouth you kiss me long and hard letting what is left of the ice slip into my mouth. Retrieving another piece you slowly make a trail down between my breasts, down my tummy and from side to side over my hipbones, tracing my bikini line. Running your fingers over the wet trail left behind from the ice, you start to run another piece down my thighs. Pushing my legs apart gently as you slide a piece of ice up slowly from the inside of my knee over the inside of thighs. Taking another piece you place it in the palm of your hand as you cover my hot pussy and feel the heat as it melts. Massaging the outside of her lightly, you put another piece in your mouth making it nice and cold. You lower yourself and cover her, this time with your mouth, feeling the heat of her as the ice melts on your tongue. My body tenses as I start to feel your cold tongue slip in between my warm lips. Pushing my legs further apart more forcefully, you start to dig in not able to get enough. Burying your head between my thighs as you lick along the sweet wetness. Sliding your tongue into my hot, wet pussy, moving your tongue in large circular motions to feel all around the inside. Sucking in my sweetness. Running your tongue up the walls slowly teasing the inside of me, making my clit crave your attention that much more. Rolling your tongue all around my clit but never touching it with the warmth of your tongue. I moan as my body tenses from the teasing of your tongue. I scream begging for you to lick my clit. The desire builds higher in my body as I start to shake from the intense excitement. I bear down on your tongue wanting to feel your lips wrapped around her. I keep begging you to please stop teasing me. You lower your tongue back into my sweet pussy. Licking her more forcefully now plunging your tongue in and out of her. Fucking my wet pussy with your stiff tongue as I start to rock my hips on it. Grinding harder and harder letting you lick all her juices. You stop again and trace the inside back up to my clit as you spread me open wider. You lay your tongue flat on my clit and with one hard lick send waves of ecstasy through my body as I moan even louder then before. Your face is covered with my sweet juices as they flow into your mouth. Thrusting my clit harder and harder on your tongue riding it. Wanting so badly to push on your head deep inside my wet, hot pussy but not able to move my hands. I start to buck my hips as my climax builds and builds, wanting to give you all of me that you want. Feeling you slide a finger inside me you feel the walls just squeezing sporadically. The tightness of my sweet little pussy has excited you. Feeling your cock grow amazingly hard you want to feel the hot silkiness of my wet pussy wrapped around you. Raising your body over mine, lifting my hips to straddle you. Watching as you slide just the head in my wet pussy, pulling out and seeing how the wetness makes the head sparkle in the light of the candles. Hearing the thunder pound harder around us, you thrust yourself inside me as I moan loud, "OH MY GOD". My sweet wet pussy wraps around your hard cock as you pound harder and harder on her keeping up with thunder outside as if it was speaking to you, "you can do it HARDER". Grinding your hips faster and harder with each stroke. Taking your fingers and massaging my clit I cannot hold it any longer. I start to scream. My moans drown out the thunder. My fluids flow over your hard cock. My pussy squeezing down on you, milking your shaft as it slides harder and faster in me. You arch your back thrusting one long stroke and I can feel you explode inside me. Hearing your moans blending in with mine. Hearing the thunder rumble through the house as your body goes weak. Giving me all that you had you collapse on top of me kissing my face. Breathing harder then you ever have before, trying to regain any ounce of energy you can. Untying the straps, freeing my hands as you wrap your body around mine. Drifting off to a restful sleep. The thunder not quite over, rumbles through the house again startling me. I wake up with a jolt bringing my hands to my chest to feel that I still have my nightgown on, and no one is with me. My bed is soaking wet from what must have been a dream. I look down at my wrist and see burns from the fabric that once tied me to ecstasy. Editing by Danili28