4 comments/ 8927 views/ 0 favorites What You Need By: notched I stepped from the cab into the pouring rain. Holding my leather Bosca briefcase over my head, I cursed under my breath for leaving my umbrella at the office. I reached into my suit pocket and quickly withdrew a sum of cash from my wallet. I rapped on the window with my hand and the driver slowly rolled it down, just an inch. I pushed the money through the opening toward the driver. He grunted something and immediately rolled the window back up. With a whine, he put the car into gear. It shuttered and then began moving up the street. I watched as he drove away, the taillights gleaming in the dark, wet night, leaving me alone on the street corner. As the taillights disappeared from view I let my eyes fall to the rain slick sidewalk. Trash flowed down the gutter along the side of it, a flyer for a band of some sort caught on a sprouting blade of grass. My eyes travelled up from the sidewalk to the building itself. Graffiti covered the exposed lower walls framing a grimy, glass door. Dim light shone weakly from the smoked glass of the door and between the rusted bars covering a small window set into the granite wall. I looked up into the night sky. Even though rain pelted my eyes, making it hard to see, I could see more windows set into the hard stone building, some were lit, and some were not. A fire escape led from the top of the building in a zig zag pattern across the face and ended about 20 feet above my head. The whole building said, "go away." I shook the cold rain from my hand and reached into my right hip pocket. I retrieved the business card and checked the address. "69 Lowry Street" it said in brazen, black letters. I looked up through the torrents of rain and there, written in plain, black numbers above the door was the number "69." I glanced at the street sign behind me. It was listing at an precarious angle but clearly read "Lowry St SW." This was the place. I tucked the card between two of my fingers and absent-mindedly flicked at it with my thumb, looking at nothing. It'd been a stressful day, nothing had gone well; a major vendor had pulled out of a deal. I'd returned to my office after a particularly devastating conference call to find the card resting upon a small, expensive cream-colored card. The card read: "Find what you need." That was it. Nothing more. I threw both the cards into the trash and sat down. As I worked at my PC, I found my thoughts drifting to the card. What did it mean? Who left it? What was it, as far as they were concerned, did I need? I dug the business card out of the trash and looked at it. "69 Lowry Street" was the only text printed on either side. I turned back to my PC, brought up a map site, and searched for the address. It appeared to be a non-descript building in the older part of town. There didn't seem to be a business associated with the address, nor did it seem to be a residential building. I flipped over to a search engine and entered the address. Other than the map result, I found nothing. It was as if the building didn't exist. I laughed to myself as I stood in the pouring rain. My curiosity had been a little more than piqued. Thoughts of covert spies, government agents, and more, had flooded my mind, but now that I had seen the building all of those thoughts were washed away like the trash in the gutter. I sighed, figuring I might as well check it out now that I was there. I reached out to the rusted door handle and gave it a tug, expecting it to be locked. It came open freely; causing me to stumble backwards, cool air assaulting me. I looked into the room beyond. I could see nothing beyond a worn wall facing the street. It appeared the door lead into a hallway, which immediately turned to the right, probably leading to the small window I noticed earlier. It may not be much to look at, but it was dry. I quickly stepped inside. Once inside I quickly removed my duster and shook the water from my briefcase. I ran my fingers through my short, black hair slicking it back, trying to squeeze a bit of moisture from it in the process. The narrow hallway in which I stood extended perhaps three feet ahead before turning to the right. I stepped forward and peered around the wall. Sitting in a rickety metal fold-up chair sat the largest bouncer I had ever seen. While extremely overweight, he looked well built. His head was shaved, nicks and scratches here and there. Tattoos covered both arms down to his wrists. A scar ran down from his upper lip through the coarse hairs of his goatee. I was a pretty well built guy myself, but this man was massive and wasn't someone to trifle with. He was reading a newspaper and hadn't noticed me. Curiosity be damned, I was getting out of there. I turned on my heel to leave. Unfortunately doing so made a loud squeak, which reverberated through the tiny hallway. I cringed and froze. "Can I help you?" came a growl from behind me. I sighed, closed my eyes, and turned around. When I opened them I realized I was staring at the man's chest. My eyes travelled up his body until it reached his scarred face, my mouth widening into what I hoped was a genuine looking smile. "I'm sorry, I think I've got the wrong address," I said, starting to back away. He reached out a fairly massive hand, which came to rest on my shoulder. "No one comes here unless invited," he said, as if he were chewing on a boulder. What the hell? I reached into my pants pocket and retrieved the business card and held it up for him. He leaned back, snatched the card from my hand, and read it. He peered from it to me and back to the card. He then handed the card to me and said, "Everything seems to be in order, sir." He stepped aside, allowing me to pass. For the first time I noticed a large, veiled opening to the right of where the man had been sitting. Incredulously, I looked from the doorway to the man, who was in the act of sitting back down. What was going on? I stepped toward the doorway. The curtain looked expensive. It shone, was slightly transparent, trimmed in complex embroidery. Glancing over my shoulder once more to assure myself that I should proceed, I found the man was already reading the newspaper. I took a deep breath, grasped the material with my free hand, and pulled it to one side. What greeted my eyes took me by surprise. The floors all appeared to be of marble. Rich tapestries hung from immaculately painted walls. Veils of gold, orange, and pink hung from arches lining the bottom floor. Lacquered wood lined the stairs and walls. I looked up to see that there were several floors, each painted a majestic color of its own, large columns supporting each tier. The room was far too big to be encompassed inside the one building I had entered. It had to be part of the adjacent building. "Why, hello there!" I heard a cheery voice call out from behind me. Startled, I spun around. Standing just behind me was a small woman with short, curly hair. She looked to be about 50 or so, dressed in a long gown. She was smiling, hands clasped in front of her. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and said, "You scared me half to death." "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, leaning her head to one said. "That, of course, was not my intention." "It's okay. I'm just not sure what I'm doing here," I said matter of factly. "Ah, it is your first time, Mr. Stephenson," she said cheerily. I was taken aback. "How do you know my name?" "You received a card, yes?" she asked. "Well, yes, but I have no idea who from." Here I gestured vaguely at the room. "Or what any of this is about." "First, Mr. Stephenson, you are perfectly safe here. Safer than anywhere else in Manhattan," she said, clasping her arm around mine. "Secondly, please come this way," she said and we strode off toward the grand staircase leading up to the next floor. "You say you do not know who left the card for you?" she asked as we walked. "No, it was on my desk when I returned from a call," I answered, looking wide-eyed around the vast room. "Then it would seem that someone believed you were in need of our services," she said, pondering this, nodding to herself. We had reached the stairs and I turned to her. "That's just it. I don't understand why I'm here, or what services it is that you provide." "You will soon enough," she said, smiling at me once again. "I will leave you in Martina's capable hands. It really was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Stephenson." With that, she turned and struck off toward the way we'd come. I looked around me, but could see no one else. "Martina who?" I said loudly, shrugging my arms. The little woman turned around and pointed over my head at something just behind me. I turned and looked up the staircase in front of me. There, standing at the top of the staircase was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Her amber dress hugged her body tightly, glittering slightly as she moved. Silken ginger hair flowed down and over one shoulder, splaying out just above her breast. The mounds of her breasts swelled outwards, furrowing the fabric of her dress straining to contain them. One of her silky smooth legs protruded from a long slit in the dress. "Hello, Mr. Stephenson," she said with smile. This time hearing my name, from a stranger so ravishingly beautiful, didn't phase me at all. I stood there for a moment with what must've been a stupefied look on my face. Finally, I blinked, and smiled. "Um, hello," I replied. I could feel a stirring in my loins just looking at her. It was difficult to talk coherently, so I didn't try. She began walking down the stairs slowly, her creamy thighs emerging from the dress with each step, her breasts slightly bouncing with each footfall. "I'm so glad you've come." I was speechless. She was so sexy, so seductive. Each step she took brought her closer to me and the closer she came the more beautiful she appeared. I watched her walk the same way a scientist might study a slide under a microscope: I didn't want to miss a thing. When my briefcase fell to the floor, it jarred me awake. I looked at her, more intently now, and said, "It's nice to meet you." "And it's very nice to meet you, Mr. Stephenson." There was my name again. This time I asked, "How do you know me?" Her smile broadened. "Someone told us you'd be stopping by." "Who?" I asked just as she reached the bottom step. "Sssh," she said. She reached out and silenced me with a finger pressed to my lips. The whole situation was so surreal that I wasn't certain that she was real until that moment. I immediately felt another stirring down below. "Come with me," she said, holding out a crooked elbow. Dumbfounded, I seemed to be rooted in place. After a moment of staring at her arm, I grasped her elbow with my hand. She clasped her hand on mine and pulled me closer until we were side by side. Together we began to ascend the stairs. We walked in silence for a while as I took in the sites. The place was enormous and there seemed to be doors everywhere. We had ascended to the third floor. I could see the large foyer several feet below us over the wrought iron and wood railing. Finally, I asked, "So, what is this place?" She smiled. "It's a place to find what you need, of course." "But, what is it I need?" I said. She looked at me intently for a moment, studying me up and down. "You need a lot of things." Her face then softened and then she smiled. "But tonight, we are going to fulfill your most basic needs." "And what is that?" I asked. She turned and faced the door closest to us. She twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Golden light spilled onto the stone floor. "We're here. Please come inside." Entranced by her beauty and intrigued by what was to come, I entered the room. An ornate desk with a mirror squatted against the far wall. Directly to my left was a queen-sized poster bed, semi-transparent cloth draped loosely around its frame. To the right sat a large armoire, beside which was another door set into the wall. The marble flooring continued into this room and expensive looking tapestries hung from the walls. I felt a touch on my shoulder and I turned around. It was Martina, smiling. She ran her slender fingers through my hair then cradled my face. I thought she was going kiss me for a moment. Instead, she asked, "Would you care for a drink, Mr. Stephenson?" "Karl," I replied. "Karl," she said with a smile. "Do you have any scotch?" I asked. "Is Chivas Regal okay?" she asked. I'd never even heard of it before, so I just nodded in the affirmative. She ran her fingers across my cheeks. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. She stepped away to the armoire and opened it. Instead of clothes, the armoire contained a selection of fine liquors, a bucket off ice, champagne, wine, and a small collection of tumblers, wine glasses, and other glassware. She selected a bottle of golden liquid from the shelf, retrieved a tumbler, tossed in a couple of ice cubes, and poured a quantity into the glass. I noticed the liquid in the glass nearly matched the color of the dress she was wearing. She repeated the process with a second glass. Handing one glass to me, she stirred the other with one of her fingers. She deliberately, making sure I was watching, lifted her finger from glass and gently sucked the liquid from it. As she did so, she seemed to peer into my soul with her brown eyes. The smile returned to her face and she walked over to the bed, brushing back one of the curtains. She sat and crossed her legs, supporting herself by grasping a post. For the first time I could marvel at her creamy thighs without having to conceal my attraction. "You have questions. I will answer what I can," she said, smiling. "What do you do here?" I asked, walking around the room looking everything over. "I give you what you need," she replied, cryptically. "And what does that entail, exactly, giving me what I need?" I asked, looking at her. She seemed to contemplate this for a moment. "Every client is different," she said after a brief pause. "For you, you need many things. Tonight, I plan on giving you the four basic things that you need the most." "I still don't know what you're talking about," I said, exasperated. "Are you talking about the four food groups, the four elements... what?" Suddenly it all seemed to make sense: the way she was dressed, the expensive drinks. I looked at her sternly. "Is this some sort of bordello... a whorehouse?" "It can be. Sex is certainly one of the most basic needs," she said with a smile. "Is that what I 'need'?" I asked, drawing air quotes with my upraised hands, immediately wishing I hadn't. She tilted her head to one side, her luscious hair spilling off her shoulder. "In a way but it's more than that." "And if I decide to walk out of here? If this isn't for me?" She smiled. "Then you won't find what you need." She stood slowly, the dress clinging to her skin. She crossed the room and pressed her body against mine. I could feel her warm breasts pressing against my moist shirt. "But you won't," she said, running the back of her hand down the side of my face. I let out a breath as I felt my cock swell. She leaned in and kissed me with her sultry lips. They were sweet and felt silky and soft. I let both my briefcase and duster fall to the floor as I wrapped my arms around her. I felt her wrap hers around me and pulled me closer. We kissed passionately for a few seconds before she stepped back, my arms instinctively letting her go. "Will you stay?" she asked, wrapping her arms around my neck. I didn't hesitate for a moment: "Yes." "Good," she said with a smile. She walked across the expansive room, her high heels clicking on the stonework. "We have three rules," she said, turning back to me. "One, relax. I'm not going to hurt you." Relax. I could do that. "Sure," I said. "What else?" "Two, keep an open mind. I'm going to take away some of your basic necessities. In order to do that things might get uncomfortable. If you become too uncomfortable, tell me, but do try to keep an open mind. Everyone has his or her own limits. We're going to explore yours." I wasn't sure what she meant. Taking away basic necessities? What did that mean? Still, I was intrigued, thinking more with my penis than with my head. "I'm not sure what you mean, exactly, but I'll try to keep an open mind." "Fair enough," she said. "Lastly, we finish what we start. Just because you become uncomfortable doesn't mean we stop, we just take it a bit slower. Does that sound fair to you?" she asked. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I guess it depends on what we're doing that makes me uncomfortable," I said. "You must agree to all three before we begin," she said. I thought it over for a minute, pacing the room, sipping at my drink. Whether it was the thought of being with a beautiful woman or the alcohol beginning to loosen me up, I finally agreed. "Yes, I agree to all three," I said, turning back to her. "Good!" she said. She placed her drink on a hardwood and wrought iron night table and walked across the room to the desk, running her hand across my chin as she passed. "Why don't you get a bit more comfortable, Karl?" she said as she began rummaging through the desk. I looked down at myself. My clothes were still damp from the rain. I loosened the knot of my tie and slid it out from under my collar. I unbuttoned the top button of my dress shirt. Instantly, I felt relief. I kneeled and untied my left shoe, then the right. I slipped both of them off and placed them next to the armoire, out of the way. I then loosened my belt and slipped it out from around my waist. I sat my duster on top of my shoes. I then placed the briefcase on top, followed by my belt. Quickly, I slipped out of my wet socks and, unsure where to put them, placed them on top of the armoire, draped over the side. I loosened my Boliva watch and slid it from my wrist, noting the time. It was late, already after 10 PM. I tossed it on top of the pile on the floor. I turned to find Martina had returned to the side of the bed. She had pulled back several of the layers of material, allowing easier access to the bed. She gestured to me to join her. I strode over to where she stood, the marble floor feeling odd under my bare feet. "Why don't you lie down, Karl?" she said, rubbing my shoulder with her hand. I took her advice and lay down on the bed. It felt fantastic. The bedding on top was soft, pliable, and silky to the touch. Its dark blue surface shimmered with light as my body made ripples across its surface. I lay my head on the pillow. It was incredibly soft and my head sank into it easily. "Are you relaxed, Karl?" she asked, leaning down over me, her form a silhouette against the bright light behind her. "Yes," I said with a smile of my own. "Good, then we can begin," she said and stood upright. She disappeared around the corner of the bed and returned a moment later holding four leather cuffs. I raised my eyebrows. "What are those for?" I asked, slightly alarmed. Her smile reassured me. "These cuffs will help us discover the first thing you need. You need freedom, to do what you wish. You are currently working at a job where you feel trapped, lonely, and unable to move. These cuffs..." she said, holding the cuffs out to me "... are a representation of your frustration." She leaned over me and kissed me on the forehead. "The first thing you need is freedom. I am going to help you achieve freedom, but you have to trust me." She stood up. "Do you trust me?" I looked from her to the cuffs in her hands. Did I trust her? I didn't know her. Damn, she was beautiful though. And she promised me she wouldn't hurt me. But who was she to make that promise? And why was I here? I sensed that I was going to find something out about myself, but I wasn't sure what that was. At last, I made up my mind. "Yes," I said. What You Need This story contains descriptions of domination, pegging and cum-play. If any of these are likely to offend you I suggest you stop now. If not then please read on and enjoy. I appreciate your comments and constructive feedback. ***** My wife was preparing her lunch for work as I finished my morning coffee. I was home for a few days after another long stretch away at work. I had arrived late the previous evening after she was asleep and tried my best not to disturb her as she had a full work day ahead of her. We hadn't been able to spend much time together lately and we both needed some time to reconnect. "Any plans for today?" she inquired. "Just catching up on what I've missed over the past few days." "I know what I've missed." she teased. She leaned in for a kiss while giving my cock a brief stroke through my shorts. "You keep that up and you'll be late for work." I said. "Might be worth it." she said with a mischievous grin. "Baby, I've got such a big load for you you'd be dripping all day." "Really? Then we don't want to waste it on a quickie. Tell you what, how about something 'special' for you and I tonight when I get home from work?" Immediately my cock began to stiffen as I remembered the last time we had a 'special' evening. "I'm game." I responded enthusiastically "Alright, then don't you dare cum today while I'm gone." Her tone now more serious. "Watch all the porn you want, horn-dog, but don't cum. Understand?" she said raising an eyebrow. "I think I can hold off that long." "I'll make it worthwhile my pet." she said as she gave my now hard rod a final squeeze before collecting her things and heading out the door. Whenever she referred to me as her 'pet' it implied she was speaking as my dominant but loving mistress. It was a side of our relationship that we both enjoyed. I adored her and part of me needed to be dominated from time to time. She understood this and nurtured it as my dominant. We played with bondage from time to time. We would switch roles since she often enjoyed being the submissive and it improved our enjoyment by experiencing the sub/dom relationship from both angles. We had a collection of restraints, ropes and toys ranging from dildos in various sizes to some electro-shock tools to heighten our experiences even further. My mind raced wondering what she had in mind for me - for us - this evening. I went about my day catching up on correspondence and dealing with family finances until I had finished what needed to be done on my computer. Before heading upstairs to shower I indulged my hornier tendencies and surfed to the Literotica site. In anticipation of our evening I gravitated to the 'Fetish' section and read several stories which had a fem-dom theme and pegging. I began stroking my cock but was careful not to cum as my wife had instructed. Knowing that if I continued to read more stories I would soon lose control and ejaculate, I closed my browser and stood to go shower. As I did my phone chirped from an incoming text. It was my wife: "Finish the laundry and vacuum the house. If you do a good job I will reward you, bitch." My cock twitched as I read the last word. I loved being submissive to my sexy wife. I loved it when she took control. "Yes mistress." I texted back. "Good boy." was her response. I headed to the laundry room and sorted the clothes. I was about to start the washer with the first load when my phone chirped again. "I want you to prepare your ass and be ready for me. Put in a butt plug before your start the vacuuming. I want you nice and relaxed for this evening." "Gladly. Anything for you." "That's right ;)" she responded playfully. I went upstairs to prepare as she had commanded. I started by using the anal douche to ensure I was clean. Then I headed to the shower and began by shaving from my ass to my cock ensuring there was no sign of hair or stubble. After exiting the shower I found my favourite butt plug. It was silicone with a prostate massager at the head. With a generous amount of lube I slipped it in and felt my cock twitch as it sank into position. I then put on a pair of loose pants and began my assigned vacuuming duties. Every time I moved I was reminded with a caress or prod of my prostate. My semi-erect cock began leaking pre-cum as I cleaned the house and finished the laundry. Just before 5:00 my cell phone rang. It was my wife. "Hello" I said. "How is your ass, my pet?" my wife said in a low tone without any other greeting. "It feels great but it's desperate for you to come home", I replied. "Excellent. Desperate is just how I want you." I could hear the wicked smile in her voice. "Now listen and don't talk. I will be home in 30 minutes. I've had a long day and I need to unwind. Make me a martini, dirty the way I like it. Leave it on the kitchen counter and go to our bedroom. Lay out the paddle and crop. Pick out a dildo that you think you can handle and arrange it with my strap-on. Keep the butt plug in and put on those lacy underwear I bought you. You will wear leather cuffs on your wrists and a blindfold over your eyes. You are to be on the bed, face down on your hands and knees, ass in the air ready for me. Do not talk to me when I enter. Remain in position until I say otherwise." Without another word she hung up. I was almost giddy as I quickly went about doing exactly as she commanded, hoping to please her. With the martini made I went to our bedroom. I opened our toy chest and retrieved everything as instructed. I laid out the leather paddle and the long riding crop. Next I stripped down naked and put on the lacy underwear she had bought for me. They were cut for men with ample room up front but made from a lacy material. She really enjoyed seeing me wear these and I knew this would please her. Next I put on the padded leather cuffs and found the blindfold. As I glanced at the bedside clock I knew she would be home any minute. I scurried up on the bed, pulled the blindfold over my eyes to total darkness and kneeled face down in a fetal position. With near silence in the house and no vision, time seemed to now crawl by. My cock was hard in anticipation as my ass involuntarily contracted and relaxed around the prostate massaging butt plug. Finally I heard the front door open then close. I heard the sound of keys and her purse being dropped on the counter. More sounds followed as she enjoyed her martini. After what seemed like an eternity I heard footsteps coming up the staircase. As she neared the bedroom door my stomach tensed. I desperately wanted to greet her but her instructions were specific: "Do not talk to me when I enter." so I stayed still in my fetal position. "Well done, my pet" she said as she entered the room. For the next few minutes I heard her disrobing and then what sounded like her corset being fastened. Next I heard buckles being adjusted as I assumed she was putting on her strap-on harness followed by snaps which I assumed were due to her attaching the dildo via the metal o-ring and leather straps. As she approached I was almost trembling in anticipation. I felt a gloved hand caress my ass cheeks. Then I felt the leather paddle glide over my left ass cheek. She said "Such a nice round ass." Then I felt a startling SMACK. I flinched at the sudden sting. "I thought I told you to have your ass in the air, bitch. Now, get it up there!" I immediately complied. "That's better." she said. "I do love the look of your ass in lace," she said "but it will get in the way. Now take them off." she said matter-of-factly. I immediately slid my thumbs under the waist band and shimmied out of them, quickly resuming my position with my ass in the air. "Well done. The house looks very clean. I think you should get a reward for being such a good boy today." I loved to pleased her. "I think you deserve a nice warm ass." she said and proceeded to paddle my ass, both cheeks, with firm strokes carefully avoiding my butt plug as I flinched under the assault. Every time she struck my ass it caused me to tense up. That caused my butt plug to stimulate me even more. She was firm but loving as the paddling continued until she finally stopped and proclaimed; "Beautiful. You should see your ass. It's so bright red now. Does it feel good my pet?" I nodded as I panted from the intensity of the paddling. The stinging pain felt delicious as she caressed my ass with her hand. "Good. I want you to enjoy your reward. What do we have here?" Her hand continued to slide down between my legs to my dripping cock which twitched as she traced her finger down the underside to the tip. She wiped the dripping pre-cum with her finger and brought it to my mouth. "Open up." she commanded. I did as I was told and she pushed her finger past my lips. "Suck!" she ordered. I pursed my lips around her finger and sucked the liquid from her digit. "Sooo hot." she purred. She withdrew her finger from my mouth. I now felt the stiff tip of the riding crop moving slowly over my reddened ass cheeks. She began using it to tap on my butt plug which sent delicious impacts to my prostate making my cock twitch even more. "Do you like that my little ass slut? " she asked. I nodded my head. "Good. I want that ass nice and ready for me." She then proceeded to continue her assault on my upturned rear. I felt the sting of the crop tip snap against my bare cheeks. Each strike pushed me closer to bliss as the adrenaline coursed through my body from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Suddenly she stopped her assault. I felt the crop slide slowly down my ass across my sensitive taint, over my balls all the way to the tip of my cock. She then used the crop to run across the weeping end of my throbbing cock. She then brought the crop to my mouth she said "Put your tongue out, cum slut!" I immediately darted my tongue as commanded. "Lick it clean." she teased. I proceeded to use my tongue to clean the pre-cum from the leather tip of her riding crop. "Good boy. " she said. " Now on your back, bitch." I quickly rolled onto my back. She secured my cuffed wrists to the bed posts with ropes. Then she reached back down to my swollen and leaking cock and gave it a slow stroke from the base to the tip gathering the pre-cum. I wasn't expecting what came next. She said "I've covered the head of my cock with your cum. Open up and show me how much you love pleasing me." I opened my mouth as she leaned in and slid her life-like dildo between my lips. "That's it baby, get my cock ready for your hungry ass." She pulled off my blindfold. As my eyes adjusted I looked up at her, my mouth full of her realistic cock. She looked so powerful above me. Her red corset pushing her gorgeous breasts up showing off her hard nipples. Her hands on her hips thrusting her cock forward. "That's a good little bitch. Suck my cock. Get it nice and wet for your ass. Do you like the taste of cum my pet?" I pulled my mouth from her cock and said "Yes. I love it when you let me lick it from your cock." "I know." She began to saw her hips back and forth into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of her girl cock as if she could feel it. As she stared down at me she could see me working my tongue. "So fucking hot" she hissed. As I worshiped her phallus I could see that the pressure from the strap-on was affecting her clit as she rubbed against the back of the leather pad. This made me work harder to keep the cock moving around enough to give her the pleasure she desired. "Tell me; is your ass ready to be fucked?" I nodded my head yes. "Then say it, my little cock-slut. Tell me what you want?" "I want you to fuck me, Mistress." "Tell me how you want me to fuck you?" "I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to use me for your pleasure. I want you to cum while you fuck my ass." "Good. Then that's what I'm going to do." With that she withdrew her dildo from my slurping mouth and strode to the foot of the bed. "Lift your legs pet." she said. I drew my knees upward to my chest exposing my plug-filled ass and glowing cheeks. "Your ass looks delicious. I am going to enjoy this more than you know." she said. With that she began pushing on the protruding end of my butt plug putting more pressure on my prostate. She held it firmly between her fingers and slowly began sawing it in and out of me knowing that it was milking my prostate as she did so. Her lips parted slightly as she focused now on my cock to see the effect she was having. She then encircled my cock with her gloved hand and stroked it from the base to the tip all the while using the butt plug to milk my prostate. As the mind blowing pleasure increased with each slow stroke of my cock I could feel my impending orgasm begin to build and my hips began to buck involuntarily. "Shhh, shhh" she chided me. "Not yet pet. I've got plans for that sweet ass." I could feel her begin to slowly draw the plug from me until my sphincter released it. I felt a sucking sensation as my ass was left empty after so many hours of stimulation. I heard her applying lube to her cock and then the cock head was against my freshly shaved and wanton ass. "Ok pet. Now you're going to show me how much you want this thick cock in your ass. Ease that beautiful ass onto my strap-on and start fucking yourself." Her hand returned to my raging hard cock and very lightly began to stroke it. She knew that she could control me and my movements by using my cock. As much as I wanted to please her the anal sensations can be painful, initially. Stimulation of my cock was the key to encouraging my ass to take her cock. As she stroked my cock any pain from the anal intrusion was masked and I became her willing ass-slut. I pushed back on her cock as I consciously relaxed my ass and pushed out on my sphincter. I felt my ring slide over her cock head and contract on her shaft. "Very good my pet. Now keep going. There's more hard cock waiting for you." I exhaled as I continued to push back as far as my wrist restraints would allow and eased the entire length of her strap-on into my hungry ass until I felt her hips pressed into my ass. The whole time she was very slowly stroking my cock and encouraging me. "That's it. Almost there. A little more. Oh yeah, you've taken it all my little slut." she coached me. "Now, doesn't that feel good? " I couldn't speak I was so overwhelmed by the sensation of her stroking my cock and what felt like her now massive cock filling my ass and rubbing against my prostate. I nodded and grunted " Uh huh. " "Say it bitch. Tell me how it feels!" she ordered. "It feels amazing, mistress. Your cock is filling me completely. My cock is ready to explode. Please may I cum?" I pleaded "Don't you dare." she sneered. "I'll let you know when you can cum." Her hand left my cock as she grabbed both my ankles. Then the fucking of my life began. She started gradually withdrawing her cock from me, just to the base of the head without completely pulling out. Then she pushed forward. Then out, then in. Each repetition seemed to increase in speed slightly building slowly into a rapid pounding of my ass. As she built into a strong rhythm my cock was being massaged from below by the ridge of her cock head passing over my prostate. Copious amounts of pre-cum was leaking from me. I wanted so desperately to cum. She could see this and warned me again. "Don't you dare cum until I give you permission." Her breathing was more rapid now. She scooped up my leaking cum and fed it to me. "That's a good little cum slut, lick it all off my hand." she encouraged. "I've got a special surprise for you later." She continued to fuck my ass with a bucking motion that was stimulating her swollen clit. With each stroke of her cock into me she drew nearer to her own orgasm. Her face was now flushed and she was breathing hard from her exertions when suddenly her face contorted and her eyes closed in an almost painful expression. She thrust herself forcefully into me as her hips began to twitch. Her fingers sank into my ankles as she held my legs up. As she came she started to spasm. I felt her cock twitching inside me as she rode her orgasmic wave. She suddenly exhaled, relaxed and released my ankles letting her ass drop back onto her heels. The strap-on came almost completely out of me. Her breathing began to slow as she opened her eyes. She looked at me and said "I love fucking your horny ass. Now it's time for your treat." She gave my ass one more deep stroke with her strap-on, lingering when she was all the way in and gyrating her hips knowing it was hitting my p-spot. She then withdrew her silicone cock from me and took off the strap-on. Without releasing my wrists she got on top of me and lowered herself onto my throbbing hard cock. The heat from her wet pussy was almost enough to make me shoot instantly. As she bottomed out on my cock she leaned forward and looked into my eyes. "I'm going to cum again before you do. Do you understand? " I nodded yes. "Good slut. Don't you dare cum until I give you permission." She started to ride my cock, alternating from steady bouncing to a grinding motion of her hips as she drove her swollen clit into my public bone. She then held still above my cock with just the head inside her pussy and glared at me "Fuck me, bitch! Make me cum." I struggled to thrust up into her while being restrained but I desperately wanted to satisfy her. My leg and ass muscles began to burn and ache as I continued to thrust into her pussy when she suddenly drove down hard on my rod and started to shudder. Her hips twitched and I felt a warm gush of fluid as she came and squirted her juices on me. I felt her hot fluids run down my cock and balls as she writhed through a second orgasm. As her orgasm subsided she leaned back and let her head fall rearward keeping my cock buried deep inside her. When her breathing slowed she came forward and looked me in the eyes again. "You've been a good little slut for me. It's time for your reward." She started sliding up and down on my cock "OK, my pet. You can cum now. Fill me with your hot load." I was finally able to surrender to the burning desire I had endured all day. I felt my orgasm building from my aching balls, through my prostate and rising into my swollen cock. I felt a flash of light behind my eyelids as my cock exploded inside my wife's hot pussy. Her love canal milked my shaft for all it was worth as I felt her hot breath on my ear. "That's it, slut. Give it all to me. Give me all your delicious cum. Because I'm going to give it all back to you." I spasmed uncontrollably into her as what seemed like a never ending series of creamy pulses flooded her. My brain didn't register what she had said until my entire body melted into a post orgasmic puddle of bliss. She continued to slowly ride my now softening cock before sitting up and saying "Now for your real treat." She pushed up and off me as I gazed down to see my cum mixed with hers slipping from her pussy lips and down the inside of her leg. She swiftly moved up and hovered above my head. "Lick that cream from my leg, bitch." I did as instructed trying to remain conscious in my post orgasmic state. This part was a challenge for me. As much as I wanted to taste her cum filled pussy when my cock was hard, the desire quickly left me after I had cum. I had no desire to go there now. I was still helpless, though, with my hands above my head tied to the bed. Despite the turn in my desire I began licking her inner thigh and swallowing our combined juices. As I licked she continued to lower herself on my face until her creamy pussy was covering my mouth. "Now clean me and make me cum again." She commanded. What You Need I pushed my tongue inside her as the slimy mixture slid into my mouth. After a few minutes of my tongue probing her my desire returned and I began to enjoy the taste and the exotic sensation of doing something so perverse. I licked higher to find her swollen clit. I slid my tongue gently over the sides of her nub as she had shown me in the past, avoiding direct contact with the sensitive tip of her clit. Before long she began to buck on my face and came with one last gush of nectar from her sweet cunt. As she finally came down she unclipped my wrists and collapsed on my chest. "Great job, baby." She said dreamily. "That was fucking hot." I said to her. My face glistening with our love juices. She gave me a wet kiss, tasting my face and savouring the tangy mixture that coated my face. "Mmm, yummy. You were amazing baby. What a sweet ass you have." she sighed. "Next time it will be your ass." I joked. "Turnabout is fair play." she said and cuddled into me. What You Need She placed the cuffs on the bed next to me and then proceeded to crawl onto the bed. Then she straddled me. I felt somewhat embarrassed, knowing that she could probably feel my swollen member through whatever she was wearing underneath. "I am going to take away your freedom for tonight. You will not be able to move. You will not be able to do anything. You will not be able to touch me." I nodded dumbly as she picked up one of my hands from the bed and raised it up over my head. For the first time I noticed a small d-ring embedded in the side of the bedpost. She clasped one of the cuffs around my wrist and tightened it. It was soft on the inside and wasn't uncomfortable. She opened the carabiner clasp attached to the cuff and slipped it over the ring. Letting go the ring held the cuff fast. I tried to pull my hand free, but it wouldn't budge. She smiled and then fastened my other hand in the same fashion. My arms now stretched across the bed, she crawled off the other side and moved to my feet. She clasped the remaining cuffs to my ankles. Struggling to raise my head, I couldn't see any rings sunk into the bedposts near my feet. In answer to this, she produced two short lengths of small chain. She fed one of these through the clasp on a cuff and then through something I couldn't see at the foot of the bed. As she pulled the chain tighter, I could feel my leg being pulled toward the side of the bed. She then did the same with my other foot. I was now spread eagle on the bed. She crawled back onto the bed and lay down on top of me. She clasped my head in her hands and kissed me passionately. I could feel her hot lips pressing firmly against my own. I felt a swell down below and another surge of red-hot embarrassment heat my face. She sat up and looked down at me, smiling sweetly. Then, she slowly crawled off the side of the bed and disappeared from view. I heard her rustling through the desk once more, before returning. She was holding a pair of long scissors in one hand. "Trust me?" she asked. Now the beautiful stranger, whom I knew nothing about, was holding a weapon and asking me to trust her. Considering I couldn't move, it didn't matter if I trusted her or not. Thus far, she'd not given me any cause for alarm, so I went with the flow. "Sure," I said. She slowly, carefully, slipped the open scissors into the open cuff of my pants. She closed the blades with an audible "thwack!" "Hey!" I said, not believing she had just cut a slit into the leg of my tailored pants. "Those are expensive!" She shushed me and returned to cutting the material, slowly working her way up to my crotch. I decided at this point that it was best not to antagonize someone wielding a sharp object. At my crotch she slowed considerably before cutting more swiftly down the opposite leg. Once finished, she grasped the material with her free hand tugged at it until it came free and flowed out underneath me, exposing my bare legs. She then inserted the scissors into the cuff of my sleeve and sliced one arm of the shirt open and then the other. With another light teasing, she whisked the shirt out from under me. Lying there in nothing more than my boxers, with a voluptuous woman standing over me, did nothing to diminish my excitement and I felt my cock straining against the fabric. After a moment she said, "Then second thing you need is release. As I said, sex is one of the most basic needs, and rarely do we find someone that truly does not need it. You, on the other hand, need it more than most." "I have sex," I said, in my own defense. "Perhaps, but you don't have sex freely. It feels as if it is something that you must do, to give your partner something. You have been seeing the same woman for three years. You feel trapped by it, as if it's expected of you. Here, you can give yourself freely without feeling that I need anything in return." She reached forward again, brandishing the scissors and snipped at my boxers. In four quick clips, they were whisked away, exposing my manhood. She quickly walked back to the desk. I heard her place the scissors on the desk and then she returned to the side of the bed. "I want you to relax," she said. "I'm relaxed," I assured her. "Not yet, you aren't, but soon you will be," she said with a smile. With that she kneeled beside the bed. She reached down and picked up a small vial of amber colored liquid, almost the same color as her dress. That was an odd coincidence. She flipped open the top of the vial and held it over the tip of my penis. A small golden drop fell from the vial onto my skin. I could feel the cold liquid for a moment, but was quickly replaced by warmth. Three more drops fell in quick succession. She snapped the lid closed and placed it on the floor. I gasped as she reached out and cradled my cock in her hands. She slowly massaged the amber liquid across the length of my shaft, ensuring every inch was covered. I could feel the heat building all along the length of it, her slow ministrations hardening me further. I tugged at my restraints, the sensations overwhelming. I struggled to lift my head so that I could watch what she was doing. She turned and smiled at me. Her hands were both covered with the lubricant, glistening in the light of the room. She had clasped them together, my cock in between, slowly running them along the length, back and forth. It felt amazing. Relaxing, I let me head sink back into the pillow. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations. I could feel her tight grip around my shaft as she slowly slid her warm hands up and down, occasionally stopping at the head to give it a little extra attention. When she would do this, I would pull hard at my restraints. The sensation was a mixture of intense pleasure and a bit off discomfort. I wanted it to stop, but didn't want it to stop at the same time. She must have noticed my discomfort and did this less frequently. After only a few minutes of her handling my cock, I felt myself edging closer. I began nudging my hips gently into the air. She began to pump my cock with one tightly closed fist, very slowly. My thrusts began to the speed of her strokes and soon we were in sync with one another. My breaths were coming quickly; I knew I would come soon. And that's when she stopped. When it was apparent she wasn't going to resume, I opened my eyes to see she had left the side of the bed. With some effort I managed to lift my head. I could see her standing in front of the desk, looking for something in one of the drawers. She found whatever it was she was looking for and walked back to the side of the bed. This time she didn't kneel, but bent over my exposed sex. In one hand she held a latex ring. She stooped and grasped the head of my penis with her long, slender fingers and with the other she pushed the ring down over my shaft. It was a tight fit, but after a little prodding and pulling, she had moved it to the bottom my shaft. She kneeled once again, picking up the lubrication from the floor. Reapplying a small amount, she began massaging my cock more slowly than before. Occasionally her hand would slip past the cock ring and she would massage my balls, spreading the warm lube everywhere it mattered. The cock ring seemed to enhance the sensations I was feeling, rather than diminish them, as I'd assumed. Every stroke of her hand was like heaven. It took but just a minute for my thrusting to continue. She kept going, regardless, slowly teasing my shaft with her caressing hands. Exhaling hard, I let a moan escape my lips. I hadn't felt pleasure like this in years. Every movement she made pushed me closer to the edge. My thrusts were harder and faster than before. She sped her strokes to match my speed. I could feel myself getting closer. Just before I popped, she changed up the routine. She let me hard cock fall to my abdomen with a wet smack. I could feel it throbbing with every beat of my heart; no, I take that back, it was almost thrumming with excitement. With one hand she cupped my balls. She then took the heel of her hand and pressed it firmly against the base of my shaft, just above the cock ring. She then slowly slid it along the length of my sex. It felt amazing, but at the same time it allowed me to cool off a little. She continued doing this for a while, switching hands every so often. I was so turned on it was ridiculous. I felt like I was going to explode with every long stroke. My body would tense every time she would reach the tip of my penis. "Does it feel good?" she asked after a while. "Oh, yeah," I said, smiling. "Good. It's what you need. Prolonged pleasure. It's much more than just sex," she said in a whisper. She continued for a moment then stopped and stood. Grasping the fabric of her dress near her hips, she slowly lifted it up and over her head, allowing it to fall gently to the floor. From my vantage point I could see everything from her head down to her waist. She was amazing. Her abs were tight. A straw-colored brassiere was supporting her large breasts, which seemed ready to jumble out at the smallest provocation. A similarly colored tangas encircled her waist. I could have come just from looking at her. She kneeled down beside me again and began her ministrations once more. I grunted as she began, having been teased to the brink. My body slid along the top of the bed, trying to give her every millimeter of my cock as I thrust my hips forward. I closed my eyes, enjoying the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling. "I have a feeling you're about to come," she said, not slowing for a bit. "Uh, huh," I managed to grunt. "Good," she said. She continued stroking me with one hand while she toyed with my scrotum with the other. I could feel the telltale sustained tickle spread out from my engorged sex. I was in absolute ecstasy. This probably only lasted a couple of minutes, but it seemed to last an eternity. I grasped the bedposts as I tensed, ready to come, but then, suddenly, she stopped. It took me a moment to recover this time. By the time I opened my eyes, she'd already stood and moved around to the foot of the bed. She crawled across the bed on all fours until she had reached my throbbing member, whereupon she sat down. She reached up to the center of her brassiere and unfastened the clasp. Her breasts spilled out as the material shot backwards around her. She shrugged out of it and tossed it to the floor. She lay down on the bed next to me, pressing her firm body against my own. She reached out and grasped my cock with her right hand as she wrapped her other around my shoulders. As she pumped my shaft, she began littering my chest with soft kisses. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge. My hips surged forward each time she'd reach the base of my throbbing shaft. Between kisses she would nibble at my erect nipple and prod it with her tongue. At first it did nothing for me, but each time she would bite down gently it would add to the overwhelming sensations beginning to swirl around me. She kissed her way up to my shoulder and began kissing my neck. She slowed her pumps and timed them with her kisses, each one long, slow and soft. I could smell the light scent of her perfume and it only served to arouse me further. Her breasts were now pressed tightly against my hot skin, her nipples hard. The pleasure was so intense that I could barely breathe. She had now taken to licking the rim of my ear, sending tickling ripples of pleasure down my neck and spine. Her strokes were still slow and deliberate, each one sending a wave of untold bliss through me. I turned my head and looked into her eyes and she smiled. She leaned forward and kissed me passionately with her silken lips, caressing my chin with her free hand. I was thrusting my hips forward forcefully now. I felt her perfect skin pressed against mine as I gave her everything I had. I was so close to coming. Just as I was nearing the point of no return, she stopped. It took a moment to get myself back under control. I was so close. She kissed me once more, quickly this time, and sat up. She rolled over onto her back and hooked the band of her panties with her thumbs. She quickly slid these off and deposited them onto the floor beside the bed. Just as quickly she straddled my throbbing cock, pinning it between her pussy lips and my abdomen. I could feel the blazing heat of her sex pressed against mine. She leaned forward; her perfect breasts so close now, a tantalizing offering. Placing one hand on either side of me, she slid her herself along the length of my cock, arching her back, thrusting her hips forward. I gasped, so close now. She leaned down further, pressing her pale breasts against me, and kissed my gingerly on the lips, her hair spilling around her head. She sat back up and slid forward again, slowly. I tensed, my aching cock ready to burst. She paused again, letting the tension subside for a moment. I was aching for release, but everything she did kept me in a state of constant euphoria. I didn't want it to end. Grasping me gently on either side of my chest with her ivory fingers, she thrust herself forward smoothly again. I arched my back, feeling that I was about to come. Amazingly, the feeling subsided into a low, tickling throb after a few seconds. I was in a state of constant pure ecstasy. She leaned forward, pressing her soft mounds against me tightly. Her lips met mine and I could taste her sweet breath. Leaning back she looked into my eyes and smiled, running her hand through my short, black hair. "Are you ready to come?" she asked. I could hardly think, but I managed to answer her in the affirmative. She leaned back, whipping her hair back behind her with a flick of her head. Once more she grasped me on either side of my chest. She glided forward, pressing down harder than before. It was bliss, I could barely breathe. She slid forward again, the urge to come growing almost unbearable. Martina thrust her wet pussy forward a third time, slowly stroking my straining erection. This time I felt the tickle suddenly grow in intensity and my whole body stiffened. I let out a harsh groan of satisfaction as I came. I could feel my molten come shooting across my abdomen, twice reaching as far as my chest. I fell back, exhausted, breathing hard, my body comfortably numb. After my moment of bliss had passed, I opened my eyes. She was still straddling my cock, pinning it to my abdomen. I could feel it throbbing in time with my heartbeat. The cock ring was working its magic, as I was still rock hard. I looked up at her and saw that she was smiling at me. "That was amazing," I said, smiling myself. "It was what you needed," she said. She nimbly dismounted and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, rubbing my chest. Standing, she crossed the room. Just watching her walk was amazing; she was incredibly beautiful, curvaceous, her long, red hair flowing down her back, hips swinging side to side. She entered the door next to the armoire. I could hear the sound of running water. Moments later she returned holding some towels. She wiped me clean with the first one. It was intensely hot and stung my skin for a moment. Once done, she wiped my down again with a second wet towel. Finally, she dried me with a third, soft towel. Bending over she teased and prodded the cock ring until it slowly slid up the length of my shaft. I could immediately feel the surge of heat down there as my blood flow was restored. And almost just as immediately, I felt my erection diminish. It was a bit disappointing; I thought we would have gone longer. She picked up the towels and the cock ring and took them all back to what I assumed was a bathroom. She returned a moment later. "We have now explored the first two things that you need: freedom and sexual release. Now we will explore the third thing that you need," she said, smiling, her breasts hovering mere inches from my face. "What is that?" I asked; glad to hear things were going to continue. "Air," she said, still smiling. I wasn't quite sure I understood what she meant. I furled my brow and asked, "Air?" "Yes, it is a basic necessity, yet you waste it. Trapped, suffocating inside an oppressive office. You never enjoy the times you are free of it, able to breath air freely, without the weight of business." I was still confused, "I'm not sure I'm following you." I wasn't sure I liked where this was going. "For me to give you what you need, I first have to take it away," she said, this time smiling. Thoughts of her smothering my to death with her enormous breasts passed through my mind. Not a bad way to go, all things considered, but I was still nervous about where she was headed with this line of thought. "So, you're going to take away my air?" "Yes," she said, standing upright, her full, soft breasts bobbing back against her chest, her hair falling in front of her shoulders, across her breasts. "I don't think I'm comfortable with that," I said. "Remember rule number two, Karl. Keep an open mind. Remember, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not here to punish you. I'm here to give you what you need. It may seem uncomfortable, or strange, but it won't hurt you." She smiled a reassuring smile. "Okay, but if I get too uncomfortable, we stop, okay?" I said sternly. "Sure, Karl, we can stop. But you must remember rule number three. We finish what we start. If we stop, we must resume it at some point." I mulled this over for a minute or so. My trepidation must've shone through in my voice as I heard myself quaver and crack the words, "Okay, let's do it." She smiled, leaned down and kissed me lightly, as a feather might, then more forcefully. Her tongue slipped from between her lips and found mine. Finally, she straightened and walked back over to the ornate desk and retrieved something from one of the drawers. Holding it in one hand, she made her way back over to the side of the bed. "This will be a symbol of your inability to breath, both figuratively and literally. It will make you appreciate what you have." She held out the object, but I still couldn't tell what it was. Moving forward, she slipped the object over the top of my head and pulled it snug around my neck. It was transparent, apparently made of latex. I sucked in a breath and felt it snug around my face. I exhaled and felt my own hot breath. Inhaling again it collapsed across my face again. When I exhaled, I finally panicked, rocking my head to and fro, trying to, unsuccessfully, dislodge whatever she'd placed over it. "Relax," she said, smiling at me, her head on the top of my head. "How the hell am I supposed to relax," I said, breathing heavily. "I can't breathe!" "It's okay. You can breathe," she replied, still smiling. She reached out and pinched the front of the mask, for that was what it most resembled, with her index finger and thumb and pulled it away from my face. "There are small holes in front. You can breathe." "No, I can't!" I said loudly. "Yes, you can," she said, reassuringly. "Just relax and breathe." "No! Take it off!" I said, almost in a blind panic. For the first time, she did not smile, but she reached down and whisked the thing from my face. "Just give me a minute," I said. I realized what she'd said was true. I could have breathed. "I just wasn't prepared. I thought you had taken my air away completely." "It's okay, take your time," she said. After a few minutes, I had calmed and was ready to try whatever it was she had in mind. "Okay, I'm ready." She smiled and slowly fitted the hood over the top of my head once again, making sure it was snug against the skin of my neck. I took a deep breath and felt the latex collapse onto my face, but I could still feel cool, fresh air entering through the small holes. I exhaled, feeling my warm, wet breath fill the space. I inhaled again, my hot exhaust intermingling with the fresh air. Exhaling, the air under the hood was even hotter. What You Need Martina, satisfied, stood up, rubbing my chest in slow circles. It didn't take long for my breathing to settle into a slow, natural rhythm, though I did constantly feel the need to take a deeper breath. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, enjoying the feeling of her hands on my chest. We stayed that way for a few minutes, Martina rubbing my chest periodically, smiling reassuringly. There was a curt knock at the door. I saw her look up as the door opened. The small woman I had met earlier stuck her head in and gestured at Martina. "I will be right back, Karl. Please, relax, breathe normally." She turned, walked around the bed and left the room by the door. I was left to my own devices. I lay there, my body prone, breathing as normally as I could. The hood was quite steamy after a few minutes and stuck to my face every time I inhaled. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath and after a couple of minutes I was breathing fast. I had to concentrate to control my breathing, to slow it. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it seemed like four or five minutes. As I lie there I could feel my manhood starting to swell. At first I could feel only a light stirring and the warmth, but after a couple of minutes I could feel myself getting hard again. It was at that moment that Martina re-entered the room and walked over to me. "How are you doing, Karl?" she asked. Before I could answer, she added with a smile, "It looks like you're doing just fine." She bent over and picked up the small vial of lube from the floor. Crawling on all fours, she crawled across the bed and sat back on my legs. She held the tube in her hands for moment, looking at it, and then a wicked little smile crossed her face. She nestled the vial underneath one of my legs and then moved back. Slowly, she bent down, her fiery hair spilling down and around my crotch, and tentatively licked my growing member. I could feel myself instantly react, tingling, and begin to grow at a faster rate. She looked up at me and smiled. Her tongue flitted across the sensitive underside of my cock, causing a wave of pleasure to surge through my member. I gritted my teeth, still trying to breathe as normally as I could under the circumstances. I couldn't see much from my vantage point, merely a wall of red hair and her head making subtle movements. However, I could feel everything she was doing, her tongue flicking here and there, sending shockwaves of sensations through me. Eventually, through her teasing and toying, I felt the tip of my member begin lightly brushing against my abdomen. She raised her head, flicking her hair back behind her. I could see my manhood was nearly fully erect. She licked her lips, slowly, making sure I could see her. Then, with agonizing slowness, she descended on my cock with her wet, open mouth. I could feel her lips offer slight resistance against the tip of my erection before parting. Slowly, inch-by-inch, I could feel her red-hot lips pressing against my member. My cock instantly began to harden, swelling against her soft, moist lips. She stopped halfway down, but I thrust my hips forward slightly, giving her more of myself. Gently grasping the base of my shaft, she pushed down, slowly, sucking gently. My now hard member popped out of her mouth followed by an audible smack of her lips. She slowly stroked my erection with her slender fingers, sending a thrill through my body. Her hot tongue slowly encircled my cockhead causing me to arch my back in pleasure. The soft material of the hood was now sticking to my face constantly, normal breathing be damned. I didn't care. I was in bliss. I could feel her warm hands circling around my red-hot shaft, squeezing, teasing, and stroking it gently. I had just come not 15 minutes previously but she seemed determined to make sure I came again. She leaned down, her hair spilling around my loins. I could feel her lips on my throbbing member, kissing, teasing. I felt her mouth envelope my cock and take it in fully to the hilt. She released me slowly. I moaned as she began to take me into her mouth, her head bobbing slowly as she did so. I slowly felt the pleasure beginning to mount, the vague tickle that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. As she continued to suck, I began thrusting my hips forward gently in time with her movements. She slowed her oral ministrations and then finally stopped, sucking on the tip of my manhood. Lifting her head, I saw that her once perfect lipstick had been smeared across my throbbing member. With another of those mischievous grins, she leaped from the bed and crossed the room. At the desk she opened a drawer and retrieved something that I couldn't see. She then crossed the room to the armoire, however, stooped down and picked up something from the pile of clothes I had made. She snatched my belt from the top of the pile and returned to the bed. In one hand she had my belt. In the other she had a small, plastic bag. The bag quickly went over my head. Within a moment my own belt was clasped around my neck, holding the bag tightly. It was unreal. I was wearing a hood, which restricted my breathing, and I was now sporting a bag that cut it off altogether. "What are you doing?" I said breathlessly. "It's what you need," she said. She licked her lips and then added, "And what I need." She clamored onto the bed and retrieved the vial of amber liquid. Flipping open the lid, she let a small amount drizzle onto the tip of my now engorged member. It was cold, but instantly began to warm. She slowly massaged the lube into my rock hard erection. Positioning herself over my manhood, she slowly sat down, her wet pussy swallowing my cock whole. A sigh escaped her lips and a smile flickered across her face. Her tight sex pressed against my member, urging me to fuck her, yet all I could do was lie there and take it. She leaned forward, the nipples of her perfect breasts lightly touching my chest, her hair spilling across me. My god, it was heaven. If I hadn't come only minutes earlier, I would have exploded right then and there. I don't know how I remained composed. Slowly she began sliding her body forward, her pussy gripping my cock relentlessly. Once she had reached the tip she came down hard and fast, garnering a gasp from her and a grunt from myself. She sat there, cupping one of her milky breasts in her hand. "Karl, you're pretty impressive," she said smiling. I only murmured in the affirmative. She began to slowly ride my burgeoning cock, taking me in slowly then rising up. Her back was arched, exposing the muscles of her abdomen, and she was rising and sinking slowly, sliding along my manhood. Every fifth or sixth time she went down on me she would thrust hard, slamming down. It was amazing. Clearly she was enjoying herself, but she seemed to have forgotten about my predicament. The air inside the bag was quickly running out and the combination of the plastic and latex was proving to be a problem, as one was sticking to the other. As I exhaled, I would see the bag inflate, but soon as I inhaled the bag would suck down covering the holes in the hood. It didn't take long for me to become fairly oxygen deprived. She slowed the tempo, apparently savoring the sensations. And it appeared she hadn't forgotten about my after all. Leaning forward she unfastened the belt that clasp the bag around my neck and removed it. She also pulled the bag off, but didn't remove the hood. That was just fine with me for the moment. Once that had taken care of that she lay down on my chest, her exquisite, soft breasts pressing against my chest, encircling my shoulders with her arms. She continued moving against me, slower now. She was tight and every motion she made felt staggeringly good, her pussy gripping my cock firmly. Soon, though, she began to speed up, moaning on occasion with her downward thrust. Her thrusts got more forceful and suddenly she tensed. I could feel the walls of her sex contracting, pulling me in even deeper. I felt her shiver for a moment and then collapse. She rose and looked at me. "Karl, that was amazing," she said with a smile. She reached down and pulled the mask from my face, cool air pouring over me. I breathed in a lungful of fresh air. Before I could say anything, she leaned down and kissed me passionately, clasping her fingers behind my head, her soft lips pressed firmly against my own. Slowly she began pumping my manhood again, as we kissed. She then sat upright, cradling both her amazing breasts in her arms, never slowing down. Her hips continued grinding my swollen cock. I began thrusting forward again, giving her as much of me as I possibly could. I heard her breathe an "oh" as I did so, so I tried giving her just a little bit more. She began lifting herself with her legs, propping herself up with her arms on either side of me. Her tantalizing mounds bobbing just out of reach of my mouth. Her thrusts were more forceful now and she was letting out little moaning grunts with each one. Her hair hung in front of her face, brushing against my smooth chest, tickling slightly. I could feel myself getting a little closer, the vague tickle enveloping my shaft. Each time her tight sex would slide the length of my manhood, I could feel it grasping me tightly, sending tingling sensations down to my core. My thrusts matched her tempo so that I was buried up to the hilt each time she would come down. Her thrusts were becoming more animated and she would moan as she came down. I was pushing into her as hard as I could from where I lay. I could feel her wetness beginning to run down around my testicles, where it felt cool against my hot skin. She leaned back, arching her back, propping herself up with her hands. She began grinding her hips forward, her mouth agape. She let out a deep moan as her head fell back. I could feel her long, fiery hair brushing against my knees. Her molten mound was pressed against me, my swollen member deep inside her as she continued grinding herself into me. The sensation of her lips gripping my manhood was out of this world and a shiver coursed through me, causing me to gasp. Not satisfied, she fell forward suddenly. She dug her hands underneath me and grasped me around my chest. She then squeezed me tightly, the silken swells of her breasts trapped between us. Martina bucked her hips quickly, almost desperately. She was close; there was no doubt about it. I had never seen a woman with such a need to come. She kissed me fiercely for a moment with her satin lips, pressing them into me. Her kisses moved from my lips to my neck, tracing a line across my chin. At last she let her head fall next to mine, where I could hear her rapid breathing. "Make me come, Karl," she whispered in my ear breathlessly. This was all the incentive I needed. I began pushing into her with more fervor, garnering a gasp from her on my first thrust. She bucked her hips in a frenzy of yearning, planting kisses on my neck and shoulder at the same time, sending thrills down my back. I could feel the tickling, teasing pleasure of her tight sex sheathing me completely; she was taking me in to my fullest. She began muttering the phrase "make me come, make me come" over and over in my ear. I aimed to do just that. I was now grunting with the exertion of plunging as far into her as possible. Her hips were now audibly smacking against my skin, further fueling my lust. Her bucking turned into straight on thrusts as she began to move her entire body against mine, never slowing down. I could feel her trapped breasts gliding across my now sweaty chest, her nipples digging into my skin. She let out what sounded like a quiet whimper. Suddenly, she tensed. I felt her shudder as a deep moan escaped her lips. Her wet pussy suddenly gripped my cock with an intensity I hadn't felt before, squeezing it, sending waves of pleasure down my shaft. Then the contractions started, tightening even more around me. She let out little grunts with each one of these, her face buried in my shoulder. At long last, she collapsed into me with shuddering breaths of utter exhaustion. My cock continued throbbing deep inside her. I had gotten close to coming, but this hadn't sent me over the edge, surprisingly. I was ready for more. After a moment had passed, she slowly propped herself up with her arms. She smiled at me and leaned in with her silken lips, kissing me softly. "The woman you are seeing does not know what she has. You are gifted, Karl," she said. Slowly she began to lift off of my sensitive erection, inch by incredible inch, until I felt my cock land gently on my abdomen. She crawled off to the side of me. She picked up the plastic bag and asked, "May I?" I agreed and she fitted the bag over my head again, as before, this time leaving it open. She then retrieved the small bottle of lube and applied a small amount to the tip of my now sinking member. She massaged the lube into my cock, almost instantly hardening it once again. Her warm hands felt amazing on my sensitive shaft. I let out a moan as she began slowly stroking me, using only two fingers at first. She made sure one of them was pressed firmly against the sensitive underside, sending waves of pleasure through my cock with every motion. Before long, I began to thrust my hips forward, gently. She gripped my shaft with her entire hand and began pumping me in earnest. It took my breath away. It was incredible. She caressed my member with her loving hands, bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy. I could feel the tickle of arousal already building again, coursing through my shaft. She switched hands, cupping my balls with one, stroking with the other. The feeling of her warm hand on my testicles sent a tingling warmth spreading outward, further exciting my already aching member. She lay down next to me, spooning against me, stroking in a perfect rhythm. I turned my head and we kissed, her soft, perfect lips pressing ever so beautifully against mine. We stayed locked together like that for a few seconds until she pulled away. "I want you come for me, Karl. Are you going to come for me?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. "Yes," I said. Never skipping a beat, she pulled the plastic bag closed and tucked the excess material behind my head. Instantly, I felt my hot breath on my face, swirling about inside. She gripped my erection tighter and sped her motions. I arched my back in response to the intense sensations that shot through me, uttering a grunt. She softly kissed my chest with her moist lips, rubbing my abdomen in short circles with her free hand. She tugged at my swollen staff, urging me to come with each stroke. The tickling, tingling sensation was growing in intensity in response to every thrust of her hand. She switched hands, giving me a break from the unrelenting sensations. Soon, though I was pushing my hips forward more forcefully in response to her ministrations. She released my cock with everything but two fingers. The sensations changed instantly becoming more intense as she rubbed the sensitive underside of my straining sex. Soon my member was engulfed in pleasure, every sensation pushing me ever closer to the edge. I was now thrusting hard and fast, Martina matching my speed, my cock trapped between her stroking fingers. I felt her kissing my chest and neck, her lips hot and wet. I groaned long and low, the sensations beginning to overwhelm me. The air inside the bag was hot and steamy and I was beginning to breathe heavily, but still I was bucking my hips in time with her strokes, completely automatic. My mind was oblivious to everything except the burning lust between my legs. She pumped my cock relentlessly, kissing my chest and neck. Every second that passed I edged closer. She then switched up her technique, stroking my cock with her whole hand for a few seconds and then directly stimulating the head with her thumb. The sensations were unbelievable. Each time she would massage the head it would begin to feel overwhelmingly intense. Then, when she'd stroke my erection, it would almost give a sort of relief. She began repeating this over and over. After only a minute of this, I passed the point of no return, the tickle suddenly growing in intensity, engulfing my entire lower half it seemed like. It was probably only a few seconds, but for me it felt like an eternity. Everything she did felt velvety, unreal, the pleasure was so great. I began thrusting my hips forward unsteadily and my breathing suddenly became labored. She continued pumping me. "Come for me Karl!" she said, knowing that I was teetering on the edge. I obeyed, arching my back, my body tensing, a grunt escaping my lips. "Oh, yes, Karl!" she said stroking me hard and fast. A second later I felt my hot seed shooting across my abdomen, my body wracked with waves of pleasure. I collapsed back onto the pillow, breathing hard. She smiled at me, unfastened the belt and removed the bag. She rolled over on me and kissed me sensually and slowly, curling her arm around me face. I kissed her back forcefully. If my hands had been free, I would have hugged her. She pulled back and smiled at me. Martina rolled off the bed, crossed the room and retrieved another set of towels. She wiped me down as before, this time following up with an antibacterial wipe. She then unfastened and released my wrists and ankles. I rubbed them absently looking at the marks they'd made on my skin. "You've now received three things that you need: freedom, release, and air," she said. "Now you will receive the fourth thing you need." "What is that?" I asked, looking up from my hands. "Sleep. You may sleep soundly in my bed, knowing that the world is far away from you." I smiled. "I'd like that," I said. "I would, too, for you have also given me what I needed." With that I stood. While she busied herself with the bed sheets, I checked my watch. It'd been almost two hours. It seemed like much less. I yawned and let my watch fall onto the pile. I turned back to her to find that she'd prepared the bed and was silently slipping under the covers. She gestured to me to join her. I lie down beside her and she spooned up in front of me and I draped my arm around her. It was the first time I'd felt her body since we began. Smiling to myself I drifted off into a restful sleep.