2 comments/ 51790 views/ 3 favorites Unique By: WFEATHER "I knew you were unique as soon as I saw you in the club." She clutched his arm firmly, her head resting against his shoulder. The fact that she held his arm against her left breast was a nice bonus to the close physical contact. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Do I have a dark aura or something?" She looked up at him, smiling sweetly, her red-painted lips making that small facial gesture all the more prominent underneath the street lamp. "If you do, then I can't see it. But the moment I first saw you, I just 'sensed' something unique about you, only I just can't put my finger on it." The traffic light changed to green, the white Walk symbol activated, and he led her across the intersection. "It must be the fact that I have three left feet," he observed. She laughed openly. "True, you're not the most graceful dancer I've ever seen!!!" "Gee, thanks. I think." She laughed again, inadvertently pulling his arm even harder against her breast. "But you still looked so cute trying to dance!" "In my case," he noted somewhat flatly, "'trying' seems to be the operative word when it comes to moving to music." Reaching the opposite sidewalk, she tugged his arm into her breast again as she turned to the right, leading him toward her apartment. "Dancing aside, I still can't place my finger on it, on what made you stand out so much against the throngs of people back in the club." "Well, if it means anything, it was more than just your beauty that attracted my attention to you," he stated honestly. "It was the way you seemed to react to me, even before I was fully aware of you striding toward me." "'Even before?'" "I had noticed you at the bar when I first made it to the dance floor," he admitted. "But I didn't think much about it at the time. I was just there really to get out of my tiny apartment for the night, to put my Ph.D. Qualification Exam studying behind me for a while." "Ph.D., huh?" They passed a narrow alleyway, and both looked into the darkness when they heard a sharp feminine gasp of ecstasy coming from between the buildings. He smiled to himself, returning his attention to the young woman clutching his arm to her breast. "Not much further," she assured him, a noticeable lilt in her voice. "That's my building just past the next intersection." "It looks more like a really tall brick house than an apartment complex," he observed aloud. "I like it." "The inside certainly feels more like a traditional apartment complex," she admitted, "but that doesn't matter to me, although I did find the exterior to be rather unique. What I like most about it is that the walls are rather thick inside, so there isn't much noise that flows from one apartment to another... at least, not through the walls. But if the neighbors above me start making a lot of noise, like during this year's Super Bowl, it almost sounds as if they'll drop through my ceiling and land on me." As she fished her keys out of the right pocket of her skin-tight black jeans, her continued to hold his arm against her left breast. While he certainly did not mind such contact, he did find it a little unusual that she would continually "force" such contact with her chest. Even once they were inside the building, she used both arms to hold his arm against her breast, continuing the small talk until they reached her door on the third floor. "I hate the sameness of everything in the corridors," she commented absently, "but putting anything on one's door violates the lease and is an evictable offense. And the very prominent brown color of the corridors is almost nauseating to me." She finally unlocked the door and nudged it open, finally releasing his arm from her breast (unfortunately, in his opinion) and allowed him to enter her apartment first. The first thing he noticed was the bust atop the bookshelf opposite the door – not a traditional bust, but truly a feminine bust, wearing an actual black bra with a print of bloody white roses on each cup. "I like unique things," she commented as she closed and locked the apartment door, "and as soon as I saw that in a catalogue, I simply had to order it!!!" He studied the bust carefully. It was essentially a section of a human female's torso, from the lower ribs up to about halfway up the neck, chopped off after the first three inches of each arm. It appeared to be made of a grayish stone, but he had a feeling that a much lighter material had been used and simply painted or somehow modified to have the aesthetic of stone. She clutched his arm, again pressing it against her left breast as she stood beside him, following the amazed gaze of his eyes to the bust. She laughed softly. "Like I said, I like unique things. And yes, it is anatomically correct, and yes, it is wearing a 34B bra." Fascinated, he lifted his free arm to touch the bust, but suddenly thought better of it, which made her laugh openly. "Go ahead. She can't bite!" Smiling at her statement, he reached out to the bust, touching it just to the left of the neck. It was definitely not made of stone, but he was unfamiliar with the material used. His fingers meandered to the bra strap, then trailed downward to the left cup, then gently tugged downward to expose the slightly-raised areola and the prominent nipple. "Like I said, I like unique things." "Fascinating," he whispered to himself as he returned the cup to its socially-acceptable position. Then he turned to her: "You certainly know how to get a guy's attention!" She laughed, then tilted her head in a silent, telltale gesture, her eyes closed. They kissed, slowly and respectfully, the contact with her breasts now shifting to his own, less-interesting chest as they held each other. "You don't try to stick your tongue down my throat at the first opportunity, and you don't suddenly start groping me once we're in private," she observed with a happy sigh. "I knew you were unique. You actually appreciate and respect us girls, don't you?" "Definitely. I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't." She was lost in thought for a moment, then took his hand and led him into the small living room, the main lamp having been left on during her absence. She invited him to sit on the sofa, then she sat in his lap, leaning against him as his arms enveloped her. "You are definitely unique," she whispered, followed by a kiss to his neck. They sat in silence for a long time, simply caressing each other. It took a while before he at last felt the courage to touch her chest without her prompting, and she seemed almost relieved when he finally did. He then turned his attention to her breasts, kneading each in turn, using slow and reverent motions. "Did you grow up with a lot of sisters?" she finally asked quietly. "Not at all," he replied, "but I was the only guy in my age group in the apartment complex where I spent my early years. The next oldest guy was about twelve years older. Even in the surrounding neighborhood, the next oldest guy was maybe seven years older than me." "And after your early years?" "We moved to the suburbs, and it just happened that the girl-to-boy ratio in the entire school was nearly three-to-one. That had dropped to two-to-one by the time I reached high school, since there were multiple neighborhood elementary and middle schools but only one high school. But still, perhaps it was just the way I was raised, but I never could identify with the guys who would brag about 'banging' a 'bitch,' or slapping their girlfriends around, or whatever. That may also be why most of my friends throughout my life have been girls." "That's unique," she replied. "That's really refreshing to hear, and I can tell that you're really sincere about that. Thank you." She kissed his neck again, then slowly made her way back toward his lips. Their foreplay was long and slow, respectful and romantic. Despite having met only hours earlier, there was no sense of a one-night-stand, no hurry to strip each other and engage in carnal delights, no feeling that each was simply using the other for short-term gratification. Somehow, on some intangible level, they clicked, their minds on the same wavelength, as if they had been predestined to meet on this particular night. When at last they were fully nude, he sat on the sofa and she mounted him, reassuring him that no condoms were needed. She rose and rocked slowly, their eyes always locked, their hands always exploring, until at last her need surged through her being, her body slamming fiercely into his until her eyes rolled back in her head, her labored breathing the only audible sign of her powerful climax as she clutched his shoulders roughly, her fingernails burrowing into his skin. One she had recovered from her body-trembling orgasm, she looked into his eyes again with deep amazement. His manhood was still thick and lengthy inside her, filling her quite nicely, yet he did not seem even close to approaching his own orgasm. He clearly had incredible staying power, to so expertly fend off his own climax while enduring the results of hers. Although his breathing had also quickened well beyond a normal rate, he simply kissed her sweat-covered forehead and hugged her close. "You certainly are unique," she whispered into his ear. "I have never known a guy to be able to hold back when I cum around him." "Well," he suggested, "try again." "Gladly, but take me to bed first, please." "Your wish is my command." Moments later, he carried her into her own bedroom, lit only by the aquarium-style screensaver of her laptop on the small desk opposite the window. With great care, he deposited her upon the black sheet, her head perfectly centered upon a black-cased pillow. Even in the darkness, he spotted the black leather cuffs atop her dresser and motioned his head in that direction. "Shall I?" he inquired. "Please," she whispered. His erection bobbing before him, he retrieved the cuffs, returning to the bed to buckle them around each wrist and ankle. "Do you just have these, or are there other items I should know about, like ropes or chains or hidden attachment points?" "You are so perceptive," she observed with a smile. "I keep the chains in a box underneath the bed. There are also special bolts near the foot of each post. The chains have clips at each end so I can be freed quickly if need be." "You've thought this out quite well," he noted, dropping to the floor to search for the box. "You seem to know what you're doing," she returned as he pulled out the box and noted the various items – chains and otherwise – inside. She was soon secured to the bedposts, the chains rattling softly as she tested her bonds. Another pillow had been placed under her, lifting her sex to a nice position for when he was ready to penetrate her once again. But he first straddled her chest, rearranged the pillow beneath her head, and slipped his meaty phallus into her small mouth. He moved slowly, never pressing deeper into her warm wetness than he thought she could handle without choking, pausing a few seconds on occasion to allow her to breathe normally before penetrating her again. The entire time, his hands stroked her hair, caressed her face, or reached back to fondle her breasts and gently pinch her prominent nipples. She occasionally hummed softly around the oral invader, or tested her bonds again in an effort to reassure herself that she was unable to escape, that she was completely at this unique man's gentle mercy. Through it all, they gazed upon each other as if they had been lovers for decades, with an intimacy entirely unexpected for two complete strangers who had met just hours earlier. "Not only are you unique," she whispered as he finally withdrew from her mouth and dismounted her, "but you're also incredibly gentle and kind. You're so different, caring. I like it. I like you." "Thank you." He slipped off the bed, retrieved the whip he had found earlier in the same box with the chains, and stood again, noting the sparkle in the bound woman's eyes and the smile spreading across her face. He placed the handle of the whip before her mouth. "Hold this in your teeth," he instructed, and she opened her mouth to comply, closing her teeth gently around the hard-rubber handle. "If the whip falls out of your mouth," he threatened with a smile, "I'll have to hurt you with it." She grinned at his threat, her eyes flashing mischievously. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he returned his attention to her chest, thinking of the bust atop the bookcase and noting the similarity between the bust's nipples and her own nipples, noting the similarity in body size and cup size, wondering if the bra on the bust was actually one of her own bras. But certainly, the bust could never "react" as she did when he tugged a nipple with his teeth. She gasped softly, thrusting her chest skyward in a silent plea for him to tug harder and further, pulling at her restraints with more need as he complied with her unspoken request. One hand reached up to her face, the fingers pinching her nostrils shut, forcing her to breathe through her mouth while the fingers of his other hand slithered down her taut body to her sex, gently spreading the desire seeping from her torso and occasionally plucking her clitoris as if testing a guitar string, yet despite the pinching of her nostrils and her inability to escape if the building should suddenly start to burn, she felt no danger, no worry, no nervousness from his actions. His mouth left her chest and sought her lips. His fingers still pinching her nostrils shut, she could not breathe except for his exhalations, and she accepted them happily, taking his breath into her lungs, making it part of her. His mouth retracted, and she could breathe fresh air again, but only for a few seconds before he kissed her again, his breath filling her lungs just as his fingers hand left her clitoris to fill her sex. She accepted his fingers and his breath – did she realistically have any other choice? – and savored both equally as her limbs instinctively fought against her bonds despite her heart's perfect absence of fear. With a final lunge of his tongue deep into her mouth, he withdrew his lips and released her nose, allowing her to breathe normally on her own again. He continued to plunge his fingers into her until he was positioned between her spread legs, looking fondly up her body, enjoying the rise and fall of her breasts before applying his tongue to her clitoris, feeling and hearing her shudder from the contact. Withdrawing his fingers, he attacked her savagely with his mouth. She quickly fought anew against her restraints, but this time for a completely different reason. With a soft cry, she finally released her deluge of liquid passion, coating his face and soaking the pillow beneath her, still whimpering from the beautiful aftermath when finally his sex was mated with hers for the second time. He was, in a word, relentless. His pace was immediately fast and furious, his powerful plunges into her body seeming to reverberate within the small bedroom as well as throughout her body. It took almost no time at all for him to force an orgasm upon her, and then another, and then another. She was still screaming from the carnal lust and animalistic pleasure when he suddenly withdrew from her dripping body and unleashed a veritable torrent of his own passion upon her, jet after jet after jet arcing through the air to land upon her stomach, her chest, her neck, her face, even the headboard of the bed, his loud grunts joining hers in an erotic duet with each volley of white. At last, he knelt between her thighs, both of them still gasping loudly for breath, both covered with sweat. She was still bound to the bedposts, and in his eyes there was no prettier sight than seeing her restrained, hair disheveled, body covered with sweat, and his own semen practically puddled upon her. She finally spat the whip from her mouth. "Holy shit!" she finally exclaimed, her semen-soaked breasts still rising and falling rapidly. "I knew you were unique!!! You must have the cum of some twenty guys in you!!! I've been in a bukkake film with a dozen guys before, and even together they never covered me as much as you just did!!!" Emphasizing her point, she extended her tongue and licked away some of his semen from around her lips. He simply shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "I had a feeling that you would enjoy being covered like that." He rose up on his knees, tracking her eyes to his flaccid penis, and took it into his hand, pointing it toward her. Another powerful torrent erupted from his manhood, landing on her right shoulder and breast as she squealed in amazed delight. "I've just found the ultimate unique person!" she told herself aloud, smiling and laughing. "Spray me again! Spray my face!" He complied, pouring ever more of his essence upon her as she gulped down as much as she possibly could, her head spinning from her giddiness at her most unique find. ***** They sat at the table in the morning, chatting over coffee and bagels, learning more and more about each other. Finally, she asked the question: "How?" He shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I wish I did, but all I can say to explain it is, 'It's magic.' I do know that if I've had a lot to eat or drink, then I can pump out even more." "But the second time last night, you were completely limp when... That wasn't the right thing to say..." He laughed quietly. "No worries. I know exactly what you mean. I don't understand it either, but somehow, all I need to do is imagine myself doing it, and it happens, whether I'm aroused or, as you say, 'limp.'" She smiled with her eyes as she took another sip of coffee, her foot sliding along his lower leg underneath the table. "Well, next time, you can blast away inside me all you want, because I'm unique also." "How so?" She hesitated a moment before answering. "I was born without eggs, and I've never had a period and apparently never will. I have everything else I should have inside me, but those two things have baffled every doctor who's ever looked at me. One even went so far as to call me 'a true freak of nature,' which really crushed me for weeks since I was barely fifteen at the time... and my mother also didn't take too kindly to his unprovoked comment. "But," she continued, changing the subject, "what are the chances of two 'freaks,' two unique yet complimentary individuals ever meeting? I suppose the planets are all in alignment right now... or, at least, they were last night." She had cut her bagel in half and spread cream cheese on each half, but had only eaten one half of her bagel. An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he stood and approached her, fully nude since his clothes were still on the floor in front of the sofa. Equally nude, she set down her coffee and turned toward him, opening her mouth, ready to take his flaccid penis into her mouth to be fed. But instead, he turned to the table and added his essence to the cream cheese upon her bagel, then he returned to his seat and nonchalantly resumed drinking his coffee. Surprised, she stared at her semen-coated breakfast for several long heartbeats, her eyes blinking quickly in disbelief. But at last, she picked up the bagel and took a bite, feeling his eyes upon her. The taste of bagel and cream cheese and semen was odd, but definitely not unpleasant. Their eyes locked, she ate the rest of her breakfast, then washed it down with the rest of her coffee. "You have a very unique way of thinking," she complimented him with a smile. "Thank you. I would have never considered that." "Actually, neither would I," he admitted, "if I hadn't recently seen a Japanese porn film where the girl had to do that several times. I'm glad to see that it can happen in reality, outside 'the movies.'" Unique Service Clack, clack, clack went her heels on the concrete. They were followed by an echo, almost, of larger, heavier footsteps behind her. She walked faster, increasing the staccato effect, and her breathing was more urgent. Still the echo persisted. She stopped and turned, nobody there. On she walked, almost ran, her breath was faster almost excited. Turning a corner into the street by the railway she looked and, to her shock, nearly all the street lights were out. Faster, teetering on her heels, she ran down the street of shadows and unseen monsters. All the time she ran she knew she could hear the continuing steps behind her, closer maybe. Stopping again, she turned and again there was nothing. Catching her breath she moved off quickly again. There was definitely someone there, she knew that. If only she could get to the end of this street, there was only a couple of hundred yards after that. Something hit her from behind, knocked her off balance and she fell through the bushes onto the railway embankment. Gasping for breath, she looked up. He was big, well over six feet and dressed entirely in black, including the ski mask. Her mouth opened but before she could scream a gloved hand pressed on her mouth. She swung her foot upwards but he was quick enough to avoid the ball busting kick. His weight descended upon her and she was pinned to the ground. A flash. A light? No, a switchblade caught by one of the few street lights. She felt as well as heard the material on her blouse rip. Then her bra was gone and she felt cold. The knife traced a path around her breasts and over the hardening nipples. “Now little lady, if we are quiet and don’t struggle, you could leave here with those nice big tits untouched. On the other hand they could end up badly scarred.” Eyes wide open, she waited and knew the knife was cutting through the top of her skirt and down. She felt the cold steel on her thigh. His knife hand appeared, empty, and he put it to his mouth to help remove his glove. The hand was large but not the calloused hand of a manual worker, more the soft hand of an office worker. The bare hand was soon on her panties and tugging them off her. She tried to kick again and failed. Her reward was his bare hand across her face. “You really want those titties to be scarred?” She shook her head. She felt his hand on her bare mound, feeling, stroking her undefended womanhood. A finger entered her and she bucked and twisted but it persisted. He finger fucked her slowly for a moment until her juices, damn them, began to flow. He sat up on her legs and undid his trousers. Her mouth was free but she did not scream. Fuck! It was big, long and thick. He sneered and leaned over to maul her breasts. Squeezing her nipples, he almost pulled them off, he stretched them so far. Forcing his legs between hers, he spread her wide. Her eyes looked at him, pleading. He smiled and pushed himself into her. His hand clamped her mouth again, in case. Forcing himself on her, he sank all the way into her and began to fuck her hard and deep. Her body twisted and bucked but his weight kept her pinned down. He continued pumping deep into her and her body betrayed her. Instead of forcing him off she started to buck and thrust in time. Thrusting up as her invader pushed deep into her, his large cock hurting her in a way she wanted to be hurt. Soon he was pounding faster and faster, closer to his release. Suddenly her legs were free and she wrapped them around him pulling herself onto him. Her mouth was clear. “Fuck me you bastard, fuck me hard, hurt me, oh fucking hurt me.” They were as one now, fucking and thrusting, breath coming faster. He grunted, she gasped, they collapsed. “Mmmmm thank you Master. You certainly know how to drive your slave.” He laughed as he removed the ski mask. She smiled as she saw his white collar on his black vestments. She felt the switchblade caress her breast and saw him lean forward to taste her, his tongue tracing the long fine line that was now oozing a little blood. It crossed her mind she should have joined his Church sooner. Unique Tattooing "Unique tattooing, can I help you?" David answered the ringing phone. "Hi David, this is Ann. Do you have any time to squeeze me in today?" she asked, cheerfully. A huge smile flashed across David's already darkly handsome face when he heard her voice. Ann.... Her golden hair, long legs and chubby body just made his senses soar, not to mention his heart race every time she smiled at him. She had a smile that would melt the polar ice caps, and bring blinding light to darkened catacombs. He loved tattooing her as well, she never complained of the pain and he often wondered if she even felt it at times. He had tattooed her 7 times in the past and she had never once stopped him no matter how much detail there was, and she always gave him the idea of what she wanted then allowed him free rein to create it. She trusted him and that made him feel exceptional. He couldn't get over how his luck had changed with but a phone call answered, especially after the grueling week he'd had. He jumped at the chance to see her again, touch and smell her once more. Allow her to take away the bad days and overshadow them with herself. Ann giggled when she heard David's deep voice reverberate in her ear...she loved his voice, he drove her crazy with lust and need when he touched her body and talked to her while working on her. She had often fantasized about having sex while being tattooed but never dreamed of moving forward with that plan, until today. She knew he felt the same about her but neither of them had ever brought it up. They had gotten closer and become great friends in the years she had been going to him. David was definitely sexy enough; she would get wet just looking at him and explode in her mind upon hearing him so sweetly ask her if she was ok, his large hands scorching her skin as he touched her body so intimately. She heard him answer, but was lost in her own thoughts and had to ask him to repeat what he'd just said. "I have the day open as a matter of fact, Ann. What are you wanting to do today?" He asked thinking he had to hurry and call his other appointments and tell them he would have to reschedule them. "I want my dragon today David, do you have time for that?" she asked sweetly. "You bet come on over and we'll get started on the design." He replied grinning from ear to ear at the thought of seeing her again. It had been a while since they had seen each other last and he had missed her brightness and charm, and she his sense of humor and erotic touch. "OK, thanks David. I'll be there in a few." She hung up the phone with sweaty palms and a nervous smile thinking of how she would just let the passion show this time as he tattooed her. Allow the eroticism of his touch and the vibrating scratching of his gun to overwhelm her with lust and maybe he would just do something about it, she certainly hoped he would anyway. She hated making the first move but she loved to tease until they did, drawing them to her, making them demand and take what they wanted. Ann had just jumped out of the shower when she called David so she was clean and fresh her hair lay in wet strands down her back. She hardly ever wore make-up or perfumes, she was just a natural girl that loved the art of tattooing and merging the designs with her personality. She slipped into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, slid on her shoes and dashed out the door to her truck. She was nervous and excited already and thought to herself that maybe she shouldn't do this. That maybe she should just get the tattoo and keep her feelings to herself. What if he doesn't feel that way? What if she was reading more into it than was really there? She chastised herself as she flipped down the visor to look at herself in the mirror. "Stop that! You know you want this. You have wanted it from the first time you met him. You know deep down he wants it too. He can only ask you to stop and tell you that he is not interested in you that way. Of course that will crush you but you have survived rejection before many times, girl. So just do it!" She slammed the visor back into place and turned the keys dangling from the ignition, the engine started with a roar and she slid into gear and took off. At every stop light she would go through the doubt and chastising over and over, until she was finally there and walking in the door to his shop. "Hi Ann, how have you been?" David asked. As his deep blue-green eyes glimpsed her smile, he smiled back automatically, without thought. "Great and you?" she replied her blue-gray eyes taking in all of him. His manly form, broad chest and thickness of his limbs, dark hair and goatee. She loved this mans body, his voice, his coloring everything about him just heightened her senses. They both had the same taste in their tattoo designs as well, both looking to be as unique as possible. "Busy but good." He told her as she stepped in and set her stuff down on the table, casually walked over to the pool table and slid one leg up, and placed her splendid butt on the edge, her other leg stretched to the floor holding her body up. "So you're finally adding the dragon to your kingdom hmmm?" he asked with a devilish grin. She grinned back at him just as slyly and nodded yes, her golden hair softly bouncing around her face as she did so. "What did you have in mind?" he asked her as he started pulling out design books and laying them on the pool table to give her some ideas to start with. They laughed and joked as they thumbed through the magazines and books of designs. She eventually found something kind of like what she wanted and gave him the picture and free rein to draw her something unique. They chatted and caught up on life, her palms sweating like crazy, her heart racing in her chest now that she was here and getting closer to the time when they start the process of adding it to her body. Finally all done drawing her dragon he handed the sketch to her for her approval. She took it in her shaking hand and gazed upon her dreamt about design come to life. In awe, she handed the paper back to him and told him, "I can't believe how much you and I think alike. It's like you just copied that right out of my dreams." He looked up at her and smiled as he started getting stuff together to do the outline. "Well.... I keep telling you we are soul mates in our tattooing." He said chuckling. The tattoo was fairly large in size and would take a few sessions to finish it all. He looked forward to that tremendously. He couldn't believe she really dreamed his design but he liked the thought that she had. She looked upon him knowing this was a sign of something good and finally and lastly decided she would truly let her passion show to him this time. In her confidence of the decision made, her body stopped shaking and her palms stopped sweating. She was perfectly relaxed as he called to her from the cozy tattooing room, asking her if she was ready. "Ready as I'm ever gonna get babe." She retorted smartly as she walked into the room and saw him sitting there ready to go. Her face beamed at the sight of him sitting there all prepared to watch her again take off her pants and look upon her naked privacy. She stepped into the room and kicked her shoes off and pushed them out of the way. She stood in front of him and to the side of the table facing away as she slid her pants down over her hips and bending teasingly as she pulled them from each foot. Standing she folded them in half and laid them across the empty chair. "OK. Now step back here so I can apply the design and find the proper location on your cheek for him." he told her huskily. A slight bulge in his pants hidden by the towel lying over his lap, he reached out and lightly touched her hips pulling her closer to him gently. God her teasing would kill him. He wasn't even sure she knew she was doing it but hell he loved it from her. She turned him on so much, she was perfect for him and yet he had always thought her too good for him and so had never made his move with her. He didn't know exactly what she wanted from him other than great tattooing so he had in the past left it alone and tried to put the feelings created by her aside. This time he thought to himself, "If she shows any signs of wanting me I am going for it!". Her skin was set ablaze with heat where his fingers slightly grabbed her hips and tugged her body closer. She could feel his hands and the tracing paper tickle her heart-shaped chubby butt cheek as he placed the design with tedious care. She felt him slide the cool stick of lube press against her skin then the tattoo design being rubbed on. He pulled back and told her to go and look at it in the mirror so she could tell him if it was positioned properly. He explained how the dragons tail would wrap around her inner thigh, dip low into her pussy lips, then slide back out higher in the crack of her lips, and finally, obsessively encircle the castle of kingdom cum, sitting on her mound. Running his finger over her silken skin sensually as he did so. She turned her body and opened her legs to allow his finger to find the path the tattoo would take and experienced a heated trail burning her skin following his touch. "That looks great David, very sexy. You are so talented in drawing. I truly am going to have to bribe you into coming to my house one day and drawing my walls." She told him with a huge smile on her face, as she watched his eyes take in her pussy lips and where his fingers actually were, how close to feeling her, wanting to pleasure her so much. She could see it in his passion-clouded eyes and it turned her on, made her nipples harden and her blood pump. He had shown her the desire openly, she finally had proof of it, as she gazed his shaking body and the hardness of him, growing. She heard the gulp in his throat as he swallowed, and smiled and giggled then turned her head back to the mirror trying to imagine the dragon in full color, and in the process, hide her delighted reaction to his open passion. She was very impressed with what she imagined and told him she was ready. The blood pumping in his veins, throbbing in his ears and the very large bulge in his pants making him find his seat and cover back up with the towel. He watched as she stepped over to the bench and lay down on her stomach, her beautiful alabaster ass was right there in front of him, he was going to be allowed to touch it, mark it with a part of himself, his own original design. That called to his heart, her wanting to wear his designs and not the same old stuff everyone else picked out on the never-ending pages hung on the walls of his parlor. She was a delight to him, someone he respected and understood. He couldn't wait to get started but had to give himself a few minutes to calm down a bit and think again. Think about something other than spreading those chubby cheeks and plunging into her, filling her every need and desire with himself. He turned and started fiddling around with his equipment at the table next to him as she wiggled around getting comfortable. He pushed the back of her shirt up past her hips to rest above the small of her back. She lay there her sweet butt exposed to him, her long legs lying on the bench with her bootie-socked feet hanging off the end just a little. My gosh the girl even had cute feet and he had never much cared about feet one way or another which made the thought of it shock him. He eventually got a grip on himself and held the gun over her body, "Are you ready?" he asked her. "Yeppers" she replied kind of breathless. She knew he loved that word, he thought it cute the first time she said it so she gave it to his ear, and heard him chuckle. She turned and looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, telling him, "Remember I always jump at the initial little buzz and poke." He smiled and told her he remembered and that he was ready go ahead and jump, his teeth so white against his dark complected skin making his smile flash all the brighter. He touched her soft white ass with the gun and she didn't jump this time. "Hey how about that no jump this time, Ann." He laughed. "I think I'm finally getting used to it." She giggled, as she thought to herself, "Its no wonder I don't feel it I am so hot and wet from anticipation I couldn't feel anything but bursting heat even if I was out in 40 below weather, naked." He continued to work on her following the traced lines of the dragon. Her skin puckering and reddening from the poking of the gun, as he went, leaving behind the dark ink outline. He could hardly concentrate on her tattoo while his mouth was so close to her beautiful butt. He just wanted to dip down and bite it, nibble and lick it, her fresh clean scent filling him. He stopped his thoughts from drifting and concentrated once more on what he was doing. He was filled with anticipation of her seeing his work already. She always praised him and he loved that about her. She made him feel good and strive for more. She inspired him. She lay there naked below the waist as he heated her body with the light touches of his hands pulling her skin this way and that as he ran the gun over her alabaster skin. She was getting hotter and hotter as she felt the sting from the gun and the heat of his touches. Her eyes closed as she lay there and thought how it would feel for him to just slip his hand between her legs and touch her intimately. She lay listening to the stereo, her fantasies over running her mind making her pussy wet. The feel of his moist breath slowly gliding across her body, thinking of him being there, leaning over her, the heat of his body caressing hers, his hands controlling her ass, the erotic feel of her burning skin where he tattooed her. He heard her moan all of a sudden and his manhood nearly jumped out of the waistband of his pants. He was certainly turned on by her before, but now he was almost hungry for her. He asked her, "Ann, are you all right?" he stopped tattooing her and rested his hand on the small of her back, leaning over closer to her body. "Umm, yes I'm fine, it actually feels kind of erotic, you know, David?" she said with a passionate smile on her face. "Sorry if I interrupted you." She whispered to him, because she could hardly talk her mouth was so dry from her sexual panting, and the look of acceptance and understanding on his face as she said this. Her nipples were pebbled and smashed beneath her body, making the pleasure pain all the more sensual, as he smiled and leaned back, continuing his work. The longer she lay there the hotter she got, soon she was seriously wet between her legs and just knew he would feel it. "God please let him feel it!" she screamed inside her head. The pleasure-pain as he finished was so intense that she could hardly take anymore, her moaning increased tenfold in the last hour as he so diligently ran the vibrating gun over her eager ass. So wet, so hot. In her mind they had already made love and explored every inch of each other many times. She felt him spraying her tender area with the cool alcohol water, a chill running up her spine and then his heated hand wiping it off with a soft cloth so gently, so sweetly. Next she felt his naked fingers rubbing in some cream to cover and protect it. "You're all done for today." He whispered in her ear. "You little vixen. You have me so hot and horny right now I have to have you. I have been working on you, touching you, lusting for you for the better part of 7 years now. You drive me wild with desire and passion. I love your face, your smile, your body and finding out that all along, this turned you on. The feeling of it so intense isn't it, so erotic?" He asked her as he slid his hands up her back under her shirt, gently massaging her shoulders back and sides with gentle caresses. "The heated touch of the gun makes me feel the same thing, Ann. Always forcing myself to control my feelings while being worked on." She could no longer speak due to the realization of him caressing her, so she just shook her head as she turned to look at him, all the passion and lust showing in her eyes had turned them a dark gray, like a stormy night sky. She devoured his face with her eyes looking deeply into his dark blue, penetrating gaze, seeing his soul and showing him hers. Telling him how much she wanted him as well and for how long she had waited to show him. She felt his hand slip over her breast cupping it, filling his palm with it and feeling the weight. The pierced and pebbled nipple pushing into his hand with her every gasping breath, swelling in his palm and begging for more, as she gasped at his gentle touch. "You know, Ann, when I pierced your nipples, a few years ago, I almost died trying to keep myself from leaning over and kissing them afterward." He said as he rolled her nipple between finger and thumb. He slide his other hand over her butt, caressing the beautiful shape of it, feeling the heat from the freshly tattooed, reddened skin. He ran his hand up the crack of her orbs and gently caressed her slit, then back down to slide his large hand over her pussy, engulfing it. Filling his hand with her sweet tattooed and pierced twat. Feeling her wet silken folds as he slipped his lusting fingers down over her tight star shaped asshole, and then, farther, to her clit this time. She jumped at the feel of it pushing against his strong fingers. She moaned as he stroked back and forth teasing her swollen flesh and her hard love nub, pinching her nipple and tugging, making her delirious. She held nothing back. She massaged the other breast as he did the partner. She licked her lips and moaned in ecstasy as she arched her back and he felt her hips pushing against his hand, begging for more. He bent over her prone body and kissed her passionately, hungrily, setting her even more on fire with his lips than she already was from his teasing vibrating tattoo gun. Over and over his tongue slid into her torrid mouth as his demanding hands gave her such pleasure. He already knew she was near orgasm, he could feel her woman's flesh thickening and heating, begin to pulsate, as he slipped his finger inside her. "Let it go, Ann, feel the pleasure mixed with pain. Let it overwhelm your senses and cum for me, baby." He led her with his words and voice, as he gently smacked her ass and finger fucked her pussy. Pushing into her tightness feeling her silken walls squeeze around his fingers. "David, Oh yes, please touch me, allow me to feel everything, every touch every breath, every heartbeat of you. I'm cumming now, David. Mmm." She moaned as she let go and fell into her orgasm. The warmth of her nectar, engulfing his hand, milky-white and wet. Filling his nostrils with the sweet essence of her. Filling his mind with the picture of her face in ecstasy. He couldn't hold out much longer so intense was his hunger for her. "Ann, are you ready for me?" He asked her sweetly. She devoured him with her eyes and nodded her head, smiling up at him. That smile could break a thousand dark hearts, he thought to himself as he hurriedly removed his clothes. She watched him with passion clouded eyes as he stripped his clothing from his body, sharing his longing with her eye. He was so handsome, so sexy. She was made even wetter by just looking upon his golden skin all covered in fine dark hair. His broad chest and bulging biceps making her whimper with delight, the nipple piercing so erotic and sensual. When he undid the button and zipper of his jeans and showed her he wore no underwear just like her she nearly died at the sight of his engorged cock protruding from the dark curls of his hair. Standing at full attention like a tribute to what she just shared with him. She was very excited at knowing she affected him the same way he did her. He pushed her body back to a lying position with her chubby butt in the air, begging him to take her in the most intimate of places. He pulled her hips down the bench until his cock pressed against her tight asshole. He slid his hard cock back and forth between her cheeks and wet pussy lips, preparing to enter her, lubing his way with her sweet juice. She gushed once more as his hard cock slid between her lips, flicking her hole over and over, spreading her lips to accommodate his head. Unique Tattooing "Ann I have to have you now, are you ready for me?" he asked huskily as the passion and lust were overwhelming him now. "Oh David, I have been ready for you and this to happen for 7 years as well. If you wait one more minute I'll die." She replied throatily. She pushed her asshole against his cock, begging him to enter her, which he did. Slowly, teasingly, until the head popped inside her, spreading her, and finally filling her with his length. She truly thought she had died and found heaven when he started stroking into her ass over and over with plunging thrusts. Her ass cheeks jiggling at each connection of their bodies. Their moaning, whimpering and lust talk, filled the room, and their senses as well along with the smells, the thoughts, and actions of what they did. "David? I need to feel your gun on my ass, burning and marking me. Fuck my ass with your magical love wand as you tattoo your heart to me for all to know I belong to you in this sensual lust-filled drama, forever. Please David?" She begged him to bring her to erotic ecstasy with both his smoking guns. "Ann, you do not know how much I have wanted to feel that with you, your body so sweet and sensual, your voice so husky in your lust, as I slide my hardness in and out of your tight hole while the gun vibrates us both to climax. The thought of you wanting to wear a tattoo to remember this sexually shared fantasy, wanting to take so much of me home with you. Oh my God, Anne, you are delectable, you make me crazy and I never want it to stop." He replied to her in his lustful haze, as he grabbed the gun and set the cup of ink on the chair next to them so he could reach it easier. He began tattooing a heart on her ass as he felt the buzz of the gun slide right through all of her to his hardened throbbing cock inside her. He plunged into her harder and harder as she arched her back and gushed cum onto his cock and down to run onto the table beneath her body. Both of them feeling the warmth escape her, his hands tugging and pulling her skin as he tattooed his heart onto her quivering ass cheek. He could barley hold out as he finished the last of the lines and added the arrow through the center, penetrating the heart as he penetrated her. He slammed into her again and again his slippery wet cock filling her his gun scratching her already heated cheeks once more. The feeling of his demanding cock exploring her so deeply as he gunned her ass was almost overwhelming her, causing her to loose all control of herself as she started pushing into him faster and faster. He dropped the tattoo gun and grabbed her hips with both hands and started plunging into her faster and faster until he felt the explosion coming then he reached around her body and teased her clit with his long seeking fingers. Feeling her pulsate and peak under his manipulation of her body. Her hands filled with her breasts pinching and tugging her nipples as she climaxed and screamed his name. "Oh David yes...the pleasure pain is so intense, my ass cheeks burning as hot as my pussy god thank you for giving me this, sharing this fantasy with me. Thank you for finally allowing me to be me and show what I want and need." She cried out in her ecstasy. "Ann my little rebel, my sweet Ann, with lustful giggles and smiles that would warm the coldest heart. Your body, your movements, would bring a dead man back to life, Ann, and I can't tell you how much it turns me on that you would share this with me as well, that you even wanted to. I only wish you had told me years ago." He told her close in her ear as he pumped his cum into her begging asshole, over and over, deeper and deeper he spewed inside her while telling her of her beauty and charm, her heated lustful body making him fall into ecstasy. He could hear her pussy rings tinkling with every gush of joy and it made the feeling of intensity even stronger. He never wanted it to end and neither did she. He collapsed onto her, totally drained. She collapsed on the bench her muscles limp. They lay there and caressed and touched each other until they slowly floated back into their bodies and minds. "David, I think I am in total lust with you." She smiled brightly as she turned to him and slipped her tongue over his lips not even allowing him to answer her. He had always known they were connected in their likes and dislikes but wow now this, it would never be enough until he had her forever under his guns. The teasing pleasure pain of this ecstasy over and over forever in his mind, body and soul. Her forever his. He looked down into her passion flushed face and slipped his hands to cradle her head on either side, "Ann are you seeing anyone?" he asked. "No, David I'm not." She replied with honesty, wondering where he was going with this but thinking she already knew. "Would you like to have someone in your life?" he asked gently. "David, I would want you in my life. To share everything with you, experience everything we have ever dreamed of, fantasized about. David do you feel this connection? I don't know how to explain it but I have felt it since I met you and I am very glad that you finally made your feelings clear. You make me crazy inside drive me to do wild things and forget myself in my pleasure." "Oh Anne, you do the same to me and yes I feel the connection as well, I always have. I just wasn't sure how you felt, until today anyway. Wow, you little vixen you. You drive me insane with lust." He told her this as she wiggled her butt against him, feeling him grow inside her once more. "David take me again, fill my pussy this time, I want to feel you fill me, and touch my soul." She begged once more. He slid his hardness out of her asshole and into her wanton pussy, filling her as he pumped wildly and she wiggled her hips back and forth meeting his every thrust until once more they found their release. Afterward he prompted her to turn over, as he slapped her butt cheek, so he could tattoo the dragons tail tip around the castle on her mound. She rolled over to face him and as he began adding the design and tattooing her once more, he could smell himself spilling out of her, smelled her cum mingled with his. He grew hard again as she filled his senses. Once the design was tattooed onto her, he couldn't resist her once more and pulled her up to look at his work. "David, wow, you are amazing in your talent. You have truly done a marvelous job once more." She smiled beguilingly at him. "I just can't get over the things you can create and make come to life." He walked up behind her and felt her body with his hands peeling her shirt off her head and tossing it to the floor. He turned her body into him, feeling the length of her, her full breasts and pierced nipples pressed against his chest. Her milky wet pussy sliding against his thigh as he slipped it between her legs. Her silken folds burning him. He had to have her. He pushed her back against the wall and lifted her legs. She held his shoulders as he lifted her body and positioned himself to impale her once more. Drink all of her into him. push all of himself into her loving warmth. They rocked and rode each other into climax once more before they finally left the shop to go back to his place for the best sharing sexual experience either of them had experienced. Finally empty after exploring each other in so many ways they fell into exhausted sleep, spooning each other with their bodies and enjoying the fact that they had finally found each other in every way. Copyright 2000 on pictures and story by Young At Heart. All rights reserved. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission from the author, and the Queen shall banish all who do not ask permission from her erotic kingdom. so be good and don't upset her or she'll set her ferocious knight eating dragon on you. Unique Up On Her Author's note: the following story is based on an actual encounter between a younger man and an older woman, with the names modified for obvious reasons. This story contains explicit material and any reader who is not over the age of 18 must exit now. The author expresses his appreciation to user Outrabutterfly for her editing efforts in making this a better reading story. Damn! I knew I was horny but I didn't know just how much. It hit me when I realized I was watching her, imagining what it would be like to get that dress off her and chow down on her bulbous looking tits, maybe lift those heavy legs to my shoulders and spread her enough to bury my head in her weighty bottom. Yeah, it was true that she was the sexiest looking woman within my sight but then there weren't many women within my sight either. I'm sure she would never see sixty again. And probably she would never see the lower side of 200 pounds either. Her face was attractive enough although she had applied her makeup rather thickly but she had jowls that hung down low enough to give her a bit of a bulldog look. She was wearing an ankle length black sheath dress that covered everything but showed some leg through the slit up the side when she walked but not higher than her knee. The dress was sleeveless and I could tell that she had a heavy set of globes on her chest but they were certainly not on display. She had silver-brown hair that was cut just above her shoulders. She appeared to be completely engrossed in what she was doing. And I was completely engrossed in imagining my cock plowing her sloppy wet cunt while I sucked on her big hooters. I was so deep in thought that I was startled when she stopped in front of my car and demanded "What th' hell you staring at?" Snapping out of my reverie, I lied "Oh! Nothing, nothing." "I know better, sir. Now I demand an honest answer. What were you doing?" "Well, I ... uh, well, I was looking at a sexy woman and thinking about ... well, you know, having a good time with her." She looked around but knew that she was the only one that I could be looking at. Turning back to me, she said "What are you talking about? Are you thinking about sex? With me?" "Yes ... and yes." "Well, what are you going to do, rape me?" "No." "Then how did you think you'd get me to have sex with you?" "Well, I was hoping you'd agree to let me ... sample your ... delights." "Oh, my lawd! You've gone completely crazy! You think I'd just say 'come on, have at it', huh? Well, that's not going to happen." "Oh? Sorry. I think we both could have enjoyed it." "Maybe so, hon, but I'm not in the practice of inviting strange men into my bedroom." "No, I didn't really suppose so." She turned and went to her car. I finally climbed into mine and started the engine but I just sat there staring at the woman, thinking about what might have been. She put her bags in the car and slowly climbed in. I noticed that she glanced my way several times. She started her car and pulled out of the parking lot to the exit. On an impulse, I followed her. A curiosity had developed in my fevered mind. It wasn't hard to keep her in sight. She didn't go far before she turned into a residential area and still I followed. When she turned into a driveway, I followed her, stopping just behind her car as she was climbing out. She didn't seem all that surprised or dismayed to see me. When I got out, she asked "What are you doing?" "I thought I'd help you carry your purchases inside." "Oh?" She picked up a couple of bags and headed for the door. I grabbed the rest of the bags and closed the trunk and followed her, arriving just as she swung the door open. I was right behind her as we stepped through a utility room and into the kitchen. She put her bags on the counter and I did likewise. We faced each other and she asked "Are you going to rape me now?" "No but I was hoping you'd let me try a sample for a few minutes. If you don't like it, I'll leave and promise I will never come back." "My word! Do you know how crazy it sounds for me to let you have some kind of sex with me just on your say so?" "Yes, I know but I think you're worth the effort for me to give it the best try I can." "You do? Damn! I ... Oh, come on." She led me down a hall and into a semi-dark bedroom. Very carefully she took off her dress, leaving her in old style full-coverage panties and her flip-flop shoes and nothing else. Her huge tits were unfettered and they were as big as I had thought. They had a significant droop but still I liked them. She said "Here they are. You can kiss them or suck them for a few minutes and then leave." I knelt in front of her and reached up to fondle both big breasts, working my tongue over her right one, finally sucking it into my mouth. I sucked it for a couple of minutes before switching to the other one and doing the same thing. I let my hands begin to rove her back from mid-shoulder to her waist and back. I saw her eyes close and think she liked the massaging effect. Then catching her completely off guard, I hooked her panties and pulled them swiftly to the floor. Giving her a little nudge, she sat heavily on the edge of the bed. To continue her motion, I lifted her legs to my shoulders, leaving panties and shoes on the floor and forcing her to lay back on the bed. She started to bluster "Hey! What are you doing?" "This is part of my few minutes" I said. "Lay back, relax and see if you don't enjoy this." I pushed her knees apart, got my thumbs between her deep, puffy outer lips, and buried my face in her cunt. She grunted and I felt her legs try to close but I held them apart and began to explore her pussy with my mouth and tongue. At first there wasn't much moisture but the more I licked, the more she secreted and, as usual, I loved the taste. When I finally concentrated on her clitty, it was a little reluctant to come out and play but it finally did and stood proudly. A few seconds after my tongue first touched it, she began to make a keening sound like "oooooooooouuuuuuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeee!" It lasted for nearly a minute and gained in pitch until it was high like a dog whistle. At the end of it, she began to shake and shiver and quiver and quake while her legs tried to close the circulation to my head. After maybe eighteen seconds, she relaxed and slipped back to the bed and demanded "What th' hell was that?" "That was an orgasm. You've had those before, right?" "Hell, no!" "Well, wasn't it worth it?" "I ... I don't know." "There's more where that one came from. Let's see what happens." I buried my head in her twat again, finding a small river of hot lava waiting for me to devour. I obliged and then went back to her clit. A minute or so later, she was again keening the same sound, with the same stiff-legged quaking orgasm. When she came back down, I went right back to work eating her pussy. Three or four minutes later, the sound started a little lower in her throat but unmistakably rose to the same high-pitched keening that ended when she climaxed. When she relaxed, I started eating her again, searching out the fresh cunt juice first. I realized I had missed some so I spread her buttocks and slipped my tongue into the valley of her anus and licked up the escaped honey. As soon as my tongue washed over the wrinkled center covering, she stiffened up and demanded "What are you doing?" I pulled back enough to speak "I'm kissing your ass. Does it hurt?" "No, but ..." "Then lay back and enjoy it." I went back to licking her ass hole. But the third time I punched it with the tip of my tongue, she started the keening sound again and in a few seconds, she climaxed once more. I let her get through the shakes and felt her muscles ease off again before I clamped my mouth over her clit, sucked the whole area into my mouth and began to vacuum it in earnest. Based on her reactions, I was pretty sure I was going to get a piece of her pussy without any complaint so I fumbled with my belt and zipper in preparation for standing. When the keening sound started for the fifth time, I slid my hands up her stomach, grabbed two handfuls of her heavy tits, and began to pinch her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, pulling her tits toward the ceiling. This time when she came, her feet locked behind my head and pulled me hard into her cunt as if to push me into her womb. It took nearly a minute for her legs to completely relax so that I could ease them down and stand, pushing my pants and shorts to the floor and kick them away. Then I said "Move up to the middle of the bed" and she responded by wriggling her way up to the middle of the bed, propping herself up with a bunch of pillows. Her eyes grew wide when she saw my exposed erection but she didn't say anything. I moved her legs wide apart, walking on my knees until I was pressed against her buttocks. I wiggled the head of my cock up and down her slit to pick up some of the slick moisture and then stopped it at the opening to her vagina and eased it inside. With several short strokes, I worked it in and out until my root pressed against her soft cunny. I wiggled back and forth to seat it against her clit and then settled myself above her, taking time to kiss and lick her titties before settling onto her mouth. At first she kept her lips closed but when I began to pump my cock into her cunt, she opened her mouth and her tongue responded to mine. This time I felt the sound beginning deep in her body somewhere, coming out as that sharp, piercing sound culminating in a shivering climax. Then with a few hard deft strokes, I felt my balls start spewing cum into her, the whole load taking thirteen spurts before several dry attempts. With my muscles burning from the adrenaline, I worked my forearms under her and held us tightly together, our mouths locked open and tongues exploring each cavity. Finally needing air, I broke the kiss and lay my head beside hers, cheek to cheek. I whispered in her ear "Sugar, you are just as fantastic a lover as I knew you would be. Thank you." She didn't say anything and she did not move. Her arms were wrapped around me like mine were around her and the only movement between us was the pounding of our hearts ... and the slow receding of my cock as it went flaccid and slid out of her slick pussy. When my heart rate had returned to something approaching normal, I lifted up, intending to kiss her again but only then realized that she was crying. I was alarmed "Did I hurt you?" She shook her head. I asked "Did I ... do you think I raped you?" Again she shook her head. "Then why are you crying?" She whispered "I was just thinking about how many years I missed out on this." She squeezed me and pulled me down for another kiss. Three years, four months, two weeks and five days ago we became lovers. Since that time, I had fucked Antonetta twice a week except for two occasions when she was out of town for a family funeral ... and the three consecutive days after her return when she insisted that she needed me to catch up by screwing her every day before we got back on our regular schedule. She has learned to like fellatio. She had been forced to perform it on her husband of 33 years and was certain she would never again do it after his death but then one night she insisted that she wanted to, after I had eaten her pussy until she came seven times. Since then she gives me a blow job nearly every time we get together. She also learned that she likes anal sex. When her husband tried it, he hurt her so badly she would never let him do it again. When I lick her anus, she relaxes so much she likes the feel of my cock in her ass ... but not until I have fucked her pussy. She says that I am much more gentle with her than her husband was. He always used the slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am approach to screwing, done in about five minutes. Now we spend between an hour and two hours every time we fuck. Antonetta has become very responsive, although she has never 'heard' herself when she cums and does not believe she makes any sound. I love it. I love to make her make that sound! She is my fuck-buddy! Unique Way to Make A Connection When I lived in the midwest in the mid-90's, I was alone for 6 months after I accepted a new job, and my wife elected to remain on the west coast and follow me when her employment contract was up. During this period of forced bachelorhood I masturbated every evening to hard core porn videos. I became quite turned on and infatuated with facial cumshots, ie. guys spurting big loads on girl's tongues, mouths and faces. On many occasions I would jack off in front of a full-length mirror at the foot of the bed, and just as orgasm approached I would scoot my legs up on the headboard to position my erect cock to ejaculate directly into my mouth and face. At first I shot all over my face, forehead, chin, etc....but eventually I became a better shot, and managed to direct most of my cum into my mouth, so I could enjoy the warm, soapy taste and consistency of my own semen on my tongue before swallowing it. It quickly became an acquired taste. Prior to this period in my life, I rarely sucked cock and had never taken a guy's cum load in my mouth....and then I only sucked off a very few good friends. Most guys I encountered sucked me off, for the most part. However, as my solitary masturbation orgies grew more intense, some lasting for hours, I found that my desire to perform fellatio and have cum spurted in my mouth and face increased. I think I wanted to emulate the girls on the screen. Unfortunately, being new in town, I had no friends or sex partners with which to act this out. Then one day...a light went on. I thought I might have found a solution to my dilemma. I had just contracted with a decorator to have window coverings installed throughout the downstairs of our condo. After I met Corey, (he was in his 50's) I had the sense that he might be a little light in his loafers, and a very likely candidate to approach.....but how to do it? After we concluded our deal, he called for an appointment for installation. I happened to be going out of town the day we selected, so I decided to set an interesting "trap" to see if I could tell him what I had in mind. I arranged a number of tell-tale indicators around the condo that only he would pick up on if he were indeed gay and so inclined. I left a bottle of JO lube on the bedstand, cum-stained underpants/kleenex on the bathroom floor and more in the hamper and wastebasket, a hot gay video in the VCR key'd to a great cumshot (turned on with the counter at zero), a greased dildo in a half-opened drawer, and finally - I laid a very graphic gay magazine on the floor peeking out from beneath the bed.....in which I slipped a note that read something like, "If you're reading this, then you might be interested in getting together sometime to play. If so, please jot your thoughts on the reverse side and I'll call you to when I return to pursue this". I remembered exactly where everything was, so if anything was moved I would know. (I'll bet you're dying to know how this turned out) I returned home 2 days later to absolutely gorgeous Plantation shutters, but that wasn't what I was excited about. Sure enough, everything had been checked out and moved, and the video had been played. My carefully arranged cum-stained underpants had been moved, and were even damp with a new crust in them. But most importantly, the note had been answered on the flip side asking that I call ASAP. Apparently, Corey had brought his very young live-in partner, Kevin (who was in his 20's), to help install the shutters and the two of them had a grand time in my bed fucking and sucking to my video, etc (as they told me later), then drafting a reply to my note together. Needless to say, all of this gave me an immediate hardon, and I was on the phone even before I unpacked. I got Corey on the 2nd ring, and we immediately launched into a fabulous conversation of how we both had wanted to connect, but neither of us had had had the nerve to ask the question. They were as excited as I was, and couldn['t believe it when they discovered my note. He admitted jacking off and shooting into my underpants over my initial cumstain - so did Kevin. I masturbated the whole time I was talking to him, and told him so. He was also. The three of us went out for a night on the town the following evening, where we enjoyed a gourmet dinner, after which they gave me the grand tour of all of the gay hotspots in town. I would have not known where any of these spots were otherwise. We concluded our whilrwind evening after midnight, upstairs in their master bedroom (which was quite elegant, as one would expect of a successful decorator). I stripped down to my underpants with a big erection poking straight up, and leaned on the footboard while they sat facing me naked, both sporting their own hardons. My decorator friend broke the ice and crawled over to me, slowly removed my briefs, placed my underpants over my face, and introduced my to the use of poppers for the first time....which he held up to each of my nostrils as I sniffed thru the cotton. I got an immediate rush, and I was on fire at that point with sexual desire. Then Corey bent forward and took my penis in his mouth. Kevin, the young stud (and he was that), straddled me and I played with his rock-hard 8-9" cock. Then I couldn't stand it any longer, and I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around that gorgeous penis of his, and he started to slowly mouthfuck me, as Corey sucked me off down below. I had never been so sexually euphoric. After a few wonderful minutes of this long-awaited fellatio, Kevin warned me that he was about to cum. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and started jacking it off just above my outstretched tongue. I was more than ready and anxious to experience my first cumload. He arched and groaned, and ejaculated. His first spurt hit me right in the eye....then my nose, then my chin, and finally onto my outstretched tongue. God, what a load this kid shot. My face looked like a glazed donut, and I couldn't see a damn thing out of my right eye. Then I came myself in Corey's mouth, but that seemed secondary compared to the facial I'd just received from Kevin. It was really intense...made moreso by my new discovery, Corey's bottle of "Rush" poppers! After cleaning up we relaxed for awhile with a most welcome glass of wine. Corey lit a fire in his fireplace. It was a delightful afterglow. Then we went at it again about 30 minutes later. I sniffed poppers, thru Kevin's underpants this time, and I turned into a ferocious cocksucker - on a mission. One-at-a-time, I knelt down and sucked both of them off, and took both of their spurting loads in my mouth...Corey finished my blow job by then jacking off as he stood over me so he could watch his cum spurt onto my tongue, which he said he liked seeing. I accomodated him with an outstretched tongue, then swallowed it down. Then I moved over to Kevin, who had been masturbating as he watched, and bobbed up and down on his huge erect penis. Surprisingly, when he came, his spurts were almost as strong as the first time. Ah, to be twenty again. He shot 3 loads in my mouth and on my face that night. The last time he moved his penis around my entire face as he was ejaculating. I was a mess.....and loved it! I'll never forget that evening. It fulfilled every fantasy I'd built up those many months jacking myself off in my own bed. We had many more similar episodes just like that one before I moved back west, and it was a defining new chapter in my sexual development that turned me into a devoted cocksucker and cum hound. Once you're hooked there ain't no going back!