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Reflections

By: Silverluna



Our first time was one I will remember for a long time. It was not only the simple coupling of two bodies, but the union of body and soul. It started when I came home from a long day at the college, you were home waiting for me, and you had a strange glint in your eye. We had plans to move in together somewhere in a few months but for now we were in separate apartments and enjoyed our stolen moments of intimacy. I asked you what was on your mind but I really didn’t need to ...your crotch was telling me enough! I couldn’t believe that you didn’t hurt yourself! Purring softly, I reach down to lightly give your tented crotch a soft rub. At this soft and suggestive stroke a low moan escapes your lips before you kiss me urgently. Pressing me against the wall, you slowly run your hands over my belly and up my back, our eyes are locked on each other’s movements. I pull away, “Honey, let’s go into my room...OK?” You answer with the sound of compliance and you lead me to the bedroom. 

Once inside, I removed my shirt with a swift movement of my arms, it falls lifeless to the floor. You watched me , lying back on my bed, your eyelids half closed, a look of obvious pleasure displayed on your handsome face. Next I unfastened my jeans and slid them off my legs. Leaving just my black satin bra and my red satin panties, I crawled on to the bed and asked you if you liked what you saw/drooled over. With a soft smile and then a quick kiss you affirm the obvious, your hand reaching out to touch my breast and feel the silky skin of my abdomen. I sat back and removed the bra, my breasts falling into your eager hands, wild and hot sensations ran up and down my spine as you kneaded and pulled at my aching tits. I cried out a bit as you playfully slapped them just to see them color a hot shameful pink. I liked the slap, oddly enough. Next, I slipped your hand onto my panties and let you stroke and tease me through the ever dampening satin. Crying softly with need, I reached up to fumble with your jeans. A hushed, restrained croak of a groan echoed into my ears at my fumbling hands. You quickly undressed and stood before naked and very, very much aroused. I knew then that this monster I had awakened would not be fulfilled until he was thoroughly satisfied. This sent hot moist heat through my already dripping core.

With a feral snarl, the panties come off, I jump at this sudden action but was not disturbed too much. You noticed my jump but then when about running your fingers and hand over my dripping sex and your lips meshing with mine. Our hot bodies on fire with need and lust, lowered down so now I was on the bottom and you were leaning over me. We had talked before this time about how we wanted to spend our first time together, and we decided that with you on top, thrusting hard and fast into me was the best way. But first an appetizer was needed. 

Lowering your head, you began to suckle my tits like a starving infant. I moaned lustily as you sucked and licked my tits back and forth with such passion and such lust. I felt you settle yourself against me and your manhood prod into my side. Reaching down, I began to pump you. Amazingly you were not yet completely hard, so you got even harder and thicker, and with each suck of my tit, I tugged on your cock teasing you with a promise of what was to come. I could feel the precum oozing on your tip as my fingers played with the tip and then trailed down the shaft, I licked my fingers hungrily. You soon were tired of your assault of my tits and lower yourself over me just enough so the velvet tip of your cock just brushed the moisture of my heated pool. 

Crying out as you teased me slowly, I reached up to slip my hand into your hair and tug your head lower so I might kiss you. Deeply , we kissed, our lips parted and tongues dueled in a way that neither side won or lost. As we kissed you pressed slowly into my virginal sheath, parting the silken petals of my desire, you claimed me, finally, completely, and wholly. Giving my body and mind time to adjust, you held me close to you and comforted my anxieties. I felt finally complete.

The rhythm started now, the primal thrusts and slow sensual tease began. This was just like I dreamed, a heated mix of passionate presses of your body, and sensual rubs of your arms around me helped to make my dream a reality. With urging caresses and pleading voice you increase your speed. The amazing sense of patience you have with me really showed itself in the heat of our desire. You knew just when to listen to your primal urges and when to fight them off. 

The speed and pressure increased to a frenzied state, both you and I were moaning and twisting , eager with the promise of release. My body tensed, eyes bulging like something was trying to pop them from my skull. My legs shook as you drove into me harder and faster. We rocked against each other like two waves rising up to crash into each other and then fall against each other like broken toys in a heap. I was shrieking and crying with my climax and you hearing my ululation of joy and sensual bliss, came spurting into my hot womb. 

You rolled back onto the bed to lie next to me, my head turned a bit to glance lovingly at you. We kissed again, this time more gently than before, soft and light. Snuggling close together, we held each other as we slept. 

Reflections



It was after dinner when Gloria and Lynn Hydelman watched his favorite show. He had plenty of favorite shows, she not so much. As an associate editor for a local magazine Gloria was more into fact-based narratives, her attention tonight was not focused on the show. 

Gloria ran her fingers down the sides of the Cosmo filled tumbler, watched little drops of moisture settle around the bottom edge. Lifting the glass, she noted the perfect dark ring on the coaster. She took a sip of the cranberry and vodka mix, and having thought out how to approach her husband. 

"I need to know something," she said.

Her husband's attention didn't waver.

"Lynn!"

"What?" he said, not breaking his connection with the TV screen. 

This conversation with Lynn had begun several weeks ago, but had never been brought to fruition. It had to be now. 

"This is important," she said, her voice controlled and calculated.

"Okay, then." 

He tore his eyes reluctantly, Gloria thought, from NCIS agent Ziva David dragging a fellow agent from a burning vehicle. 

"What is it?"

At the harshness in his words, her eyes widened, showed white around the centered ring's of green. It was a rerun for God's sake. 

"You don't have to be such an asshole." 

She grabbed a magazine from the side table and threw it at him. It crashed into the wall just above his head, pages all fluttery like some broken wing bird.

He'd ducked, but his attention was now riveted on his young wife.

"I can't believe," she said, "that I just did that."

"All right," he capitulated, giving her a sharp look. "What's . . . so important?"

She scowled, bulldozing frustration lines across a smooth forehead. For a second she was almost at the gates of not speaking to him.

"Don't be such a creep. This is significant."

"I'm listening," he said, softer this time. 

"What do my orgasms look like?"

"What?"

"You heard."

"You want to know that, right now?" Lynn said, turning back to the TV with a huff of indignation. 

"Yes, damn it. What do they look like?" She leaned forward, snatched the remote from the Danish coffee table and pointed it toward the television in an implied threat. 

"I think they're beautiful, honey," he said, too fast.

"You're so full of shit. I've been told that a woman looks grotesque when she cum's. Like she's in pain."

Her husband was silent, mouth open, defeat on his unshaven features.

On TV, David pulled her companion further from the incinerating car. It exploded, but Lynn's eyes never left his wife's face.

"I don't believe that's true at all. When you cum, it's the most beautiful thing in the world."

"I cum hard."

"You do . . . and sometimes you're all over the place." He laughed, mocking yesterday's strenuous jousting. "But I don't mind in the least."

"Now you're making fun of me. Stop it. I need to know."

"Take it from me, honey." His voice softened. "When you cum, it's a wild and wonderful ride."

"Do I look happy?"

"Not, right now."

"I mean when I cum, shithead. Do I look happy?"

"I . . . I never thought about it. Who isn't happy when they climax?" 

"I must see for myself."

"I don't know how we would manage that." His eyes flicked to the TV screen when she wasn't looking.

"I've been thinking––we could place a small mirror at the head of the bed . . ."

Gloria watched him consider the idea. She also felt that the sound and picture from the TV faded from his mind for a second, and in its place the naked image of herself doing things to him that were in some states definitely illegal. 

"There's the headboard," he said, "it's in the way." 

"It doesn't have to be permanent. Just for a few days. We could use those plastic picture hangers, the kind that has the stretchy stuff."

She envisioned Lynn thinking about the work involved, as well as how he might benefit from a mirror in the bedroom.

He shook his head. 

"I can't really see that working baby," he said.

"You're smart . . . you think of something."

He was silent for a long minute, then said, "Honey, I'm sorry, but there's no room or place to hang a mirror at the proper angle that will show what you want."

She studied his craggy face, could tell by his expression that he wasn't into mirrors. Lynn needed an incentive. What did he want more than anything? Oh! No. She heard that hurt too much, so that's not going to happen. A threesome was way out of the question, even with that cute little Miranda next door. 

This was driving her crazy. So, what was she willing to give up, or do? Gloria toyed with another idea, but could she overcome the dread that had plagued her for years? 

"If you find a way, and I have faith that you can, I'll do something for you that you've always wanted."

His eyes locked with hers. "Look, that's really great that you're willing to do that, but¬¬¬¬––.

"You can cum in my mouth."

That stopped him.

"You'll . .?"

She nodded.

"This mirror is that important to you?"

"If you promise, you can do it to me right now," she said, reaching for him.

"No."

His voice was so harsh she stopped in alarm. 

"You want this so badly," Lynn said. "I'll find a way, and you don't have to do anything for it either."

"But I want to," Gloria said.

"Look, I'd love for you to do that," he said, "but never, to get me to do something for you."

"I want to please you."

"You please me all the time."

"But I want to please you in ways that other women please their men.

"You've always said . . ."

Gloria nodded in agreement.

"I know, thinking of something in my mouth the consistency of cooked Okra always made me puke. That was before. Realizing that nothing coming from you is immoral or nauseous has helped. I should be able to take your stuff like a loving wife, without my stomach rebelling. It is exciting knowing what's lying in Peter's two oval friends. Just thinking that I'm the one to make you cum, there's butterflies in my stomach already. It's time that I taste you."

A huge gasp escaped from her husband as Gloria's mouth closed over him.

He was already pole stiff. Pre-cum seeping from the tiny slit made her head swim. She sucked harder. Talking about it had made him more than ready, and when Lynn reached orgasm, she was in no position to do anything other than what was ordinary.

Afterward, when his breathing returned to normal.

"That was really fantastic, sweetheart," he said, and hugged her close.

"I hoped you'd like it."

"Oh, yes, I liked." 

She licked her lips. Wondered if they were bruised, because her partner had been very active, especially at the payoff. 

"You didn't mind?" 

"Didn't have a chance to find out." It was a shy smile that greeted him. 

"Tell you what, I do have an idea about the mirror. I'll work only half a day tomorrow," he said. "Have something up before you arrive home."

Her eyes grew bright. "Thank you." 

"Humm," he murmured. "If I'd known you wanted a mirror this badly it would have been done days ago." 

 #

He'd thought about the mirror all morning, wondered who enticed Gloria with the idea. One of her girlfriend's perhaps, or someone at work? Lynn would have liked to thank the person who helped Gloria give him the best blowjob ever, and the mirror wasn't even hung yet. 

He'd purchased all the hardware, and something else he hoped would suit her fancy. 

Eurban Ct. was empty of vehicles when he arrived home. He hurried inside; happy the neighbors didn't see his purchases. Not that it mattered. Until they were installed, no one could guess how the packages would be used. 

An aromatic scent accosted his nostrils when he opened the door, and he took a deep breath. Every evening Gloria lit candles. Cinnamon still coursed through the house. Tonight a different flavor would waft through the rooms. The one that bothered him was pumpkin. In pie, pumpkin was delightful, but as a scent, it lacked a certain favorable ambience. 

Lynn grabbed hand tools from the garage, and several hours later waited with great expectation. Apples on the kitchen counter reminded him of breasts, Gloria's breasts. This time instead of just passing, he grabbed one, took a bite. He sat to wait, teased the apple. Took little nibbles around the entire circumference, like he would do to her with his lips. He heard her walk the steps first, then the doorknob turned and Gloria opened the front door.

"Hello."

She smiled, threw her arms about his neck. The quick kiss was more pillage than passion. Gloria took off her summer jacket, looped it over her shoulder with fingertip hangers. Had Lynn been able to accomplish the task they'd talked about the night before? His face beamed, so that must be a positive. She strode to the bedroom, heart fluttering with hopefulness. The mirror was a little larger than she had considered, but a very fine looking glass. Alice would have been proud, and this was going to be a very welcome wonderland. 

The frame color even matched the headboard. Nice job Honey. Anyone seeing the mirror however, would know why it was there. Turning to hang her jacket in the closet, Gloria flash-froze. A sharp thrill went through her entire nervous system. This was so, unexpected. Where the bi-fold closet doors had been, full-length mirror doors hung.

"Ohhh, I like," she said, her voice piping. The reflection of the entire bed addressed her like a long lost Playgirl magazine. 

"Meets with your approval then, my queen?"

"Certainly does."

"Shall we try it out?"

"Soon as I bathe and you feed me grapes," Gloria said, a quick giggle coming through the pink sensual lips. She threw her arms about him, feeling like royalty. 

"I would rather feed you something else," he said.

"That too, but later," she said, "when I have the smell of printers ink and these smudges washed off my skin."

"I can help," he said, running his fingers over her shoulders.

She trembled, her eyes took in the entire scene in the glass. Her mind worked many quick scenarios. Their clothes were gone and he sat on the bed with her kneeling. Heat flashed across her groin. An involuntary clenching of the lower muscles with further quivering weakened her knees. 

He kissed her neck, the slim, strong shoulders; the thin-corded muscles drew more caresses. A soft bite and a kiss extracted a ragged breath. His fingers ran to the middle of her neck, kneaded the tightness there until she issued a low groan and he pulled the tab of the zipper. A sigh of plastic ticks ran to the bottom of Gloria's spine. The dress fell to her ankles and when she stepped over the cloth, he picked it from the floor. His lips caressed the small of her back, lingered over the twin dimples that arched above the firm buttocks. 

"I'll take you up on that promise," she said, with hushed undertones.

A knowing grin came to his lips. 

Reaching under the clasp at the back of her bra, he snapped his fingers and she shrugged out to press against him.

He was reminded of the leftover fruit in the kitchen and the future in tasting these apples. Both soft mounds crushed against him with wonderful assurances of what was to come. She pulled away; her erect nipples poked his chest. Gloria ground her pelvic region into his leg and kissed him on the mouth. Her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, forced it open and brushed the peaks of her breasts across his chest.

"Oohh."

"Don't get too worked up," Gloria said, laughing at him. "I still need my bath." 

With that, she ran from the room. He caught a glimpse of her dark triangle, then her tiny brief covered buttocks doing their best to lure him along. He stepped forward, but water rushed into the tub seconds later. He hung her dress, retrieved towel and washcloth to consummate his promise. 

#

Upon entering, he found Gloria half submerged, her head resting on the slanted back of the tub. Steam rushed to fill the mirror over the sink with a million dewdrops. The irises of her eyes mere slits of green laziness watched as he laid the towel between the double sinks. Her arched eyebrows gave Gloria an expressive face, and brought out the high cheekbones. He loved the way she could raise each eyebrow independent of the other on command. 

With each breath, her body rose in the water. During the upswing, her ribs were easy to point out. The kissable flat stomach with the indented belly button was a delight. Her breasts not influential enough to float quivered with every move, driving his desire one step higher. He searched for the soft spot between her legs, but soap foam covered the top of the water. Damn Bubble bath. 

Lynn dipped the washcloth, felt the warmth of water rush into the fabric. 

She leaned forward and he splashed water on her back, moving the cloth in sensual circles over the area. 

"That's so good."

He traced the line of her waist, the ripples of her backbone, reached under water and washed her buttocks. 

"Okay, lean back and I'll do the front."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you would." She gave him a coy little grin. "I'm perfectly capable of reaching those spots."

"I was hoping."

She leaned back. "Be gentle then."

"Aren't I always?"

"Not always," she said, an enlightened grin advanced across the sexy line of her lips.

"You've not complained."

"Maybe I had nothing to complain about," she whispered, her eyelashes fluttering.

"Humm. You little tart."

"You always said I was sweet."

"That too."

He washed as she wished, kneading the soft mounds, tweaking the nipples until she moaned. Downward to her knees, the well formed calves, and then her feet where he rubbed the toes, in between, then the ankles. He didn't miss one spot in all the skin of those over-long legs. Softer than velvet Lynn's fingers reached the reverse vee of her legs, touching with great concern until her lungs sucked in quick-labored breaths.

"Up you go," he said.

"What? Finish what you started."

"Later."

"Damn you. I'll tease you so much that you'll cry for me to finish, and I won't."

"Hahahha. Stand."

When she was out of the tub he toweled her dry, dropped to his knees, dried the back of her legs, the fronts, placed a kiss upon the little mound above the joint of her legs.

"Ahhhhh."

He pulled away.

"Fuck you," she said, her voice soft.

"I hope so."

He reached in, his tongue tracing the outline of those succulent lower lips. Gloria's legs

parted and Lynn ducked from the bathroom.

"Hey!"

"Follow if you dare," he said.

Gloria ran, dove at him as he sat on the bed taking off his shoes. They fell back in a huddle of bouncing arms and legs.

"Ow, ow, ow." 

"What, what?"

"My booby, my booby. You're pinching my booby."

"Well . . . give it here, I'll kiss it well."

"Hurry."

#

"Damn, I didn't think to use the mirror," Gloria said, a satisfied half hour later. The red and black highlights in her shoulder length hair glowed in the light from the window, made her complexion softer and skin more bronzed. 

"I must have done really well to make you forget."

"Shithead." She smacked his arm with her fist then kissed him on the cheek "Yes, you did. I'll return the favor . . . I promise. You've made me so lethargic all I want to do now is rest in the afterglow."

Lynn smiled. 

"Go to sleep my love," he said, brushing the hair from her eyes. "I'll be in the other room when you wake."

He rose from the soft-side waterbed, gazed at his loving wife who was asleep already. She'd pulled the sheet about her and he wondered about that. He'd seen and touched every inch of that trim body and loved every spot, so she wasn't embarrassed for him to see. Covering up must be an after-sex-woman-thing, he mused. 

He turned the handle of the door and pulled it closed behind him, not releasing the handle until the door was full against the jamb. The soft little click of the latch going into the striker wouldn't bother her. 

Everything in the house reminded him of sex . . . even door latches had male and female parts. He smiled wider wondering what she had in mind when she woke. 

There was one body part that he had never fully explored, except with his fingers and only during oral. She never mentioned attempting an entrance and he hadn't brought it up, though he'd thought about it thousands of times.

Gloria's small, heart-shaped ass intrigued him more than normal. He made sure that he touched every inch of her well-formed buttocks, and that little sensitive pink area where all the nerve endings existed. He was thankful for the firm ass cheeks that remained that way because of the walking she did in her job.

His grin became a smirk when remembering that once when he'd been in the rear position and over exuberant, he'd slipped out. On the following thrust, he'd slipped inside her anus. She was up and out of bed so fast, a hand over those cute little buttocks. He was left with his mouth open and a pulsating frustrated cock. 

At first, he hadn't been sure what had taken place. 

"Damn, Lynn, that's my ass."

"I'm so sorry, honey. I hadn't meant for that to happen."

"Be more careful. That hurt."

Inside, he was at war with himself. He'd never felt anything like that. Tight like dry massaging fingers, so unlike a warm, wet pussy. Couldn't tell Gloria how wonderful he felt about it taking place. 

"Are you all right?" Lynn had said.

"I'm okay," she'd said, coming back to bed. "It was a bit of a shock to have something that big up there. 

"You are very tight."

"Don't expect that's ever going to be happening again."

"Okay," he said. "Not something that I dream about."

He'd lied. Thought about it more than he could count, but she'd been so animate he'd never mentioned it. Every time he thought of that strong ring of muscles clamped about his cockhead for that one startling second he became aroused all over again. Gloria was a good lover, and though not experienced, she was learning, and he didn't want to destroy any of her explorative nature.

He undressed down to his skivvies and fell asleep on the couch, the TV babbling.

# 

It was seven in the evening when Gloria entered the living room. She stifled a yawn. Her well-formed legs played peek-a-boo where the Terrycloth robe folded around in front. She left him sleeping and went to the bathroom. She came out forty minutes later, feeling very cool, to find him still gone to the world. Lawyers would have called what she did next premeditated. She knelt beside the sofa, opened the front of his briefs and drew him out. Studying the limp thing in her hand she knew would not soon be small or as soft. It wasn't a good-looking thing to give so much pleasure, but she loved it none-the-less. She giggled. In the eyes of the beholder . . . Gloria kissed the wrinkled, blunt head, lingering over the glands with tiny nibbles. The full lips parted just enough to suck the spongy head into her mouth. This time her mate tasted like skin . . . she grinned. Sometimes he tasted like her. At others, there was a slight salty flavor but when excited, musky, especially the pre-cum. Thank heaven he had plenty. 

This clear fluid turned her on more than she would admit, because Gloria reasoned, her patronage had brought it all about, and was disappointed when it changed to real cum. Not that the taste of his cum was unpleasant . . . that just meant playtime was almost over. Enjoyment for her was building to the final act, not termination. She tittered, thinking that she never used extra salt on anything and wondered about cum's value as a seasoning, or did it help retain water, like salt tablets? Had she gained weight lately? She chuckled around Lynn's gathering girth. 

It seemed only hours ago when her mouth had been filled with Lynn's essence for the first time. It'd been strange, primeval and swallowing had been total reflex. Either that or choke. She remembered that small thick consommé slipping down her chin. He'd scooped it onto his finger, and before he could do anything, it was ingested. His eyes showed pure disbelief that she was that learned. It had been pure instinct on her part, and a shyness she had not experienced overcame her. 




Reflections



"I wasn't prepared when you came," she'd said, "It happened so fast."

The look on his face almost made her laugh outright.

"I didn't know you were going to . . . well . . . yes, I knew, I just didn't know when or that there would be so much, or what to do with it."

"I should have warned you," he said.

"It was definitely a surprise."

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. It wasn't bad. In fact," she'd told him, "after the initial shock, it was quite exhilarating." 

She knew now that she'd always swallow; never wanting her husband to think anything that came from his body, she found distasteful. Into positive thinking for years, this training had made it easier to take his load. After all Gloria surmised, he kept his mouth on her as she came and it didn't bother him. Turn about is fair play, and she was delighted that it hit the back of her throat like a self-made explosion. 

He flourished from four inches of limpness into a semi-hardened six-inch rod. She took all of him, loved the feel of it stiffening in her mouth. The head of him touched the back of her throat each time she went down that wonderful shaft. The pit of her stomach quavered just thinking about what she was doing to him. 

Strengthening her lips around Lynn's growing manhood she increased suction. Three seconds later she released it. An on and off pressure in quick succession on the head of his dick forced a long groan from him, and he was awake. She was all over him . . . then release, slow ministrations and fast sucks. She let him slip from her warm mouth.

"Ahhh, don't stop. That feels so good."

She'd nosed his testicles.

His cock lifted from his belly as if wondering where its gratification had gone. 

"What a bitch I am," she said. "Left poor Peter wanting."

"Don't tease."

She engulfed him.

"Ohhhh yesss."

"Is that what you wanted?" she said, backing off, holding his hard shiny cock in one hand, the head pointing toward the ceiling. Her eyes flashed. "Tell me what you want?"

"You know."

"Tell me anyway."

She gave the underside of him a long slow lick from testicles to head. Her tongue lingered at the head. Tried to force its way inside the tiny slit in it's rounded nose. She tasted pre-ejaculate and slurped it up with a great amount of noise.

"Tell me what you really want."

Lynn's breathing quickened. 

"Tell me," she said again, a little harsher. "Or I'll quit."

"Please don't tease. You know I want to cum."

"Where would you like to put your stuff? In my pussy?"

"Your mouth," he whispered.

"Where?"

"I want to cum in your warm, loving mouth."

"My pussy is really ready, wants to feel your hot cum," she teased. "Nice and wet, and sooo warm."

She reached over to the nightstand and popped something into her mouth and a few seconds later took him back into her mouth. 

He thrust upward, her nose made contact with his lower abdomen, but she pulled back matching his thrust. Her mouth buzzed with the dissolving Alka-Seltzer tablet and knew the same sensation girdled his penis.

The back of her tongue squeezed the head of his cock against the roof of her mouth. Her tongue lashed the underside of him. 

"Fuck, that is so good."

Tilting her head like a sword swallower, he slipped further down the wet throat. Gag reflex welled up, her stomach protested. She fought against it. Something hard pushed against her labia. A finger. She envisioned a penis touching her there, which made her think of good things. She relaxed and the gag reaction ceased to cause her problems. 

Two gentle hands found her slim waist and lifted her up. Both Gloria's knees dropped beside his head. The action sent the head of her mate's cock beyond normal limits. She gagged, fought with all the strength of her mind. 

His tongue replaced the finger.

Ahhh, baby, she screamed inside . . . but he couldn't read minds and her mouth was too full for words.

"My gawd, you're shaven clean!" he said. "Ummmm, so good. I love this smoothness."

She couldn't help squirming at his words. He seemed to want to bury himself inside. His entire mouth covered her sex, everything moving at once. His hardened tongue twisted one way going in, reversing itself on the way out. All the while, his lips were munching on her labia, toying with her little bullet, sending her higher and higher. 

"What you're doing is fantastic," Gloria said, gasping when she came up for air, then continued sucking. Up and down the shaft, she pretended her tongue was giving Lynn a hand job.

"Ohhh, honey." He moaned into her sex, the vibration causing all sorts of pleasurable sensations to flash from her most sensitive region. 

Dwelling upon her husband's manipulations, soft and hard, and the fingers pleasuring the tiny ripples of her little pink rosette, her entire body began to shake. She fucked his face with-a-vengeance. 

One of his fingers dipped inside her little well of darkness. Pain was replaced with a deep carnal satisfaction. The pleasure at both vagina and her dark pearl were one. It built from the center of her being; somewhere so far down in the depths of her psyche it took forever to rumble to the surface. 

At first, little rolls of pleasure, then waves. She opened her mouth but words were not forthcoming. She stared at herself in the mirror and for the first time saw how what he was doing affected her. She looked like a fish out of water. Each swell of gratification became its own jewel of fulfillment. 

His finger popped out. 

Oh, my. 

She heard him suck on the digit, envisioned him making it wet. 

Her head went down, ravished him, let him know that what he had been doing she wanted more, and what he did to her she was going to give right back. 

His finger pushed back inside, that wonderful tongue explored, and the finger lurched to the second knuckle when the next surge hit. 

"Unhh," she mumbled around him, her face contorted. In the mirror she looked like a wanton whore with his total dick engulfed. Oh, my, god! She had become the mystical tramp in the bedroom, princess in public. 

Her toes curled as another wave rushed over and broke. This was the best ever.

The person in the mirror had her eyes half-closed, sultry, lips up and down that shaft. Gloria relished in the disappearance of the cock into the reflection's mouth. How could that person take so much of that length? Amazed, she watched the lips fold in as the image reached the peak of that manhood and start back down. The enthusiasm she saw in the reflecting surface was that of a Barbarian. Lost in the moment, her eyes met those of her counterpart. Determined to do more than any vision, she'd reached the root of him. The lip protected teeth pushed into his lower abdomen. As if she was doing it to herself, a huge rush of pleasure struck like chain lightning. Without thinking, her mouth opened in extreme enjoyment and Lynn's cock slipped out. Her head went between his legs. She kissed each one, used the large muscle as a pillow. Ecstasy made Gloria loose control, her head rocked, his throbbing cock nested between her heaving breasts.

"Oh, no," he said, "not yet."

He worked harder, bringing her closer to fulfillment. 

She lavished him with a tongue-lashing, then pushed back onto her arms just as he let loose. The first spurt landed on his belly, and seeing him ejaculate Gloria joined him. Her entire body began its upward climb of readiness. From a pleasurable ripple to a huge tsunami, she climaxed. Gloria's mouth sought his pulsating cock, and the second mass landed on her tongue. Another explosion hit her as his third jolt splashed into her mouth. She sucked harder as her own exhilaration peaked. His legs jerked as if he were in extreme agony, his member jumped like it was hooked to springs. 

Gloria found the first mass of white cream, sucked it from his abdomen.

Lynn continued to hold his wife peaked even as his breathing diminished. 

She stifled a scream as everything inside released. As she stiffened, a white teardrop seeped from the slit in Lynn's cockhead. Fascinated, she watched it ooze, white human lava. Her tongue snaked out dragged it inside.

She smiled, pleased with herself. As little as two years ago, she would not have allowed a man's penis near her mouth. Tonight she was a slave to sex, knowing she would have done so much more had he wanted. 

"Well," he murmured, "did you finally see what you looked like?"

"Yes."

"What did you think?"

"Not what I expected."

#

Several days later at work, Gloria reviewed what she knew about herself. One, she was an introvert who had worked on her least desirable sexual characteristics. Two, she had done quite well considering where she had been, but some work still needed to be completed. The single problem was that even though she wanted to experiment, she didn't know how to approach her husband. What would he think if she spoke to him about her personal desires and needs?

"I could change that," she said.

"Change what?" Doug Lee, assistant editor asked.

Startled, her face began to heat up at what she'd been thinking. Crap! Wait, Doug can't read minds, nothing to worry about.

"I was just wondering if we need to change the headline on this article," she lied.

"Let me see."

He leaned over her desk. The bulge in his pants drew her eyes. Bigger than her husband's? If Lynn was any larger Gloria reasoned, she'd never be able to fellate him. She grimaced, wondering how any woman could manage the monster she envisioned inside Doug's pants?

"I think the headline's okay," he said.

"Okay, I agree."

She watched him walk away and not for the first time either. 

"Nice ass!"

Subconsciously she was about to confirm, instead glowered at the speaker. "What?" 

"You heard what I said."

Gloria smiled. "I choose not to answer a question that could be interpreted as sexist."

"He's very married. Don't even think about turning that big boy."

"I wasn't thinking anything."

"I could see you drooling from way over there," Cynthia, one of the first tier editors said. "Here, give you something to do other than ogle the male help." She plopped a thin manuscript on the desk. "Might want to take this to the ladies room. It's good. 

"I was not drooling," Gloria shot back.

"That must have been me then."

Cynthia pranced away the ample hips doing an erotic, slow Rumba.

"I'm watching you," Gloria said. 

"Oh, oh, I didn't know you were like that," she shot over her shoulder.

Gloria's thoughts migrated back to approaching Lynn, but not before a picture came to mind of what might be inside Lee's pants. She looked around the office. Has anyone here found out? Sherlle? Not his type. Cynthia, talks too much, not enough action. Now there was Nancy. Nice tits, slim waist, long legs. She'd heard that Fancy Nancy went the other way so maybe that wasn't a possibility either. 

She fingered the dropped manuscript, counted twelve double spaced pages and began to read.

What the hell? 

She read further. Cynthia was correct, but the subject matter was not for her magazine. She tossed a look toward her friends cubicle. Nowhere in sight. Once in a poke-a-dotted moon, a manuscript came through that had good writing, but wasn't proper material. They usually shit canned them, but intrigued, Gloria continued reading.

Rick headed for the shabby looking boathouse so he could admonish his girlfriend for being such an ass. June waves on Lake Michigan looked winter cold, and sounded angry crashing on shore. An outcry from nature of things to come?

This gathering of friends was for his birthday for damn sake. He didn't see Susan outside. Maybe she was inside sulking. The shelter was more coop than house, the roof bowed with age, the shingles curled. He peeked through a crack in the weather beaten boards. What the hell? The boat was missing from the slip. Had she taken it? He was about to go around to the water-side door when he saw movement. He leaned in closer. Susan was pulling off her top. The slacks she'd worn all afternoon lay in a clump on the deck. The heavy breasts swayed like two captured melons in a net. Skinny dipping? His eyes caught movement off to the side. A man's pants dropped to the floor. What the fuck?

Rick was afraid to stay and too panic-stricken to leave. Susan dropped to her knees, yanked down the man's boxers. He saw her eyes widen and a smile come the lips of the woman he thought of as his. Rick gapped, amazed. The man's tool was a monster. He leaned closer to the wall to get a better look. His girlfriend rubbed her face over that massive organ. She took the huge purple head into her mouth, and Rick heard a gasp. He froze, recognized that voice. His fucking, best friend . . . Carl. Rick watched that massive dick being pumped into Susan's mouth without mercy. Carl grabbed a handful of red hair, spun her around, bend Susan over a low bench. 

Gloria could tell what was coming next, but couldn't stop reading.

Carl aimed his dick at the space between Susan's lower cheeks. He went in easily, but she gasped.

"You feel so good. Love it when you filled me up," she said, "fuck harder."

Carl's ass moved like a piston. Skin slapping against Susan's soft ass filled the space between the copulating couple and Rick outside the building. 

Rick had his dick in hand pumping like mad. His forehead rested on the rough siding, helping with balance. His eyes glued to the crack between the boards, his total focus on his girlfriend's bare behind. Disgust rammed through him. He wanted to be angry at his girlfriend, to scream, yell at Carl, but the scene before him was so alien, so hot he could only watch. 

"Put it in my ass," Susan said, her voice deliberate and rising with excitement. 

Gloria hesitated at the end of that line. Read it again. Her heart fluttered. Heat rushed up from between her legs. She stopped reading, opened a drawer and dropped the manuscript inside. No sense getting worked up now. 

#

All the way home, Gloria wished she had taken time to read the full manuscript. Even thought once of going back for it just before she reached the bus stop. That final sentence still rang in her head, made her face hot. She glanced about the crowded bus wondering if anyone would know what she was thinking by the heightened color of her ears? 

The ride seemed longer than normal. At each stop people seemed to take forever to disembark. Just leave already. Stop complaining. No one cares that your child is going to third grade. 

Finally . . . her street. Going down the worn metal steps, Gloria caught a heel. Her ankle twisted. The tips of two fingers caught the worn vertical handrail saving her from a nasty fall.

Crap! Just my luck . . . break an ankle getting off the crummy city bus. She tested the ankle during the first several steps. The bus was already half a block away, unconcerned with her wellbeing. She was about to flip it the bird. Thought better of it, but did it mentally anyway, enriching her attitude. 

The short walk was anything but adventuresome. 

"Hello, Mrs. Shultz," she yelled, waved to a middle aged, gray haired woman loping off greenery around some bright red roses. Gloria received a smile for her effort and a returned wave with a handful of pruning shears.

Gloria waved to a heavyset man in his forties mowing the grass. Then she was home walking up the concrete path. The sun glinted off the glass in the front door. Her mind envisioned the new addition Lynn had installed. Tonight she was going to use the mirror doors.

Her husband's vehicle was in the garage, and as she stepped inside the house expected him behind the door as a surprise. He wasn't.

"Lynn?"

No answer.

Where was he? In the bedroom, waiting naked? She smiled. That would be him.

Not there, either.

What was that? Noise from the bathroom, she looked, light under the door. Bet he's on the toilet doing Sudoku. Can't understand those things, or what he gets from them.

She took her time undressing. All of eight minutes had slipped by, and he still wasn't out. He had better not be taking care of himself in there. She remembered that once they'd mutually masturbated side-by-side, fun, but that was before the waterbed. Right now, she was beyond horny and staring at her naked reflection made her antsy. 

"Lynn, I'm home."

It was a couple long seconds before he answered,

"Be there in a minute."

He was true to his word, but left the bathroom light on. One of Gloria's pet peeves, and about to say something crude, but before . . . 

"Oh my, you've done it." She leaned forward for a closer look. "Beautiful."

Everything just below the belly button.

Her heart did that little thing when she was shocked. 

"You like?"

"Wow, that's totally different," she said, "And I do like." She took him in her fingers. "So smooth." She grinned, her lips twisted with sexual elation. "I hardly recognize him. Is this the same Peter? He seems bigger."

A low chuckle came from deep within her husband. 

"He really looks good enough to eat."

"Hope you're hungry."

"Always, and can't wait to see how Peter feels in my mouth."

"Neither can I."

With that, she drew him closer, rubbed her cheek along the smooth hairless flesh. His ball sack felt polished and uniform. She sucked a testicle into her mouth and was surprised at the silkiness. No curlies left behind. 

She pushed it around with her tongue, sucking gently. She let it out as if she couldn't bear it to be caged. The other whiskerless oval felt just as good. Lynn's hands caressed her head, letting her know he enjoyed the ministrations. She wanted both at once, and using a gentle maneuver sucked it inside too. They almost didn't fit. Gloria pushed them around, made them rub together. Heat forced it's way to her lower regions. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew his cock was weeping, and just thinking about it made her light-headed.

She needed to suck that awesome stiffness, but the clear fluid seeping off that beautiful head had to come first, and her lips devoured it. The thought of it in her mouth enflamed her sex. She squeezed her legs to keep her pussy from jumping his cock like a starving whore.

"Fuck my face." 

"That's bold," He murmured.

Wrapping her arms around him, and grabbing his ass cheeks, she jerked him to her. His cock went to the hilt. 

She'd been watching their reflections, and it took everything she could do not to cum right then. He began to move then, and as his bloated cock moved in and out of her mouth, she watched her lips being dragged along that captivating smooth circumference. She was being mouth fucked and liked it. She pulled his hips faster.

"If you don't stop, I'll cum right now."

She almost didn't care, but pushed him away, and he slipped out with a little popping slurp. 

Peter stood away from his belly like a leaning cedar fence post with a natural curve, and just the correct size for suckling. Gloria felt he was somewhere in stiffness between a cucumber and a Bratwurst. This rigidness kept her from the final quest, though she did have an idea on that. 

"Let's have some togetherness," she said, and lay back on the bed, motioning him to join her.

The old waterbed would not have allowed this smooth a transition, but this was a wave-less and he was able to move up to lie side-by-side.

"Flip around," she said. 

It took awhile because of unfamiliarity.

"Now isn't this so much fun?"

"We haven't done anything yet," Lynn said.

"We will."

Finally, they were positioned.

"Oh, this is rather nice," He said, letting his head rest on Gloria's inner thigh, his lips and tongue teased her swollen labia. "But, it's a little suffocating."

She lifted her upper leg, held it there by placing her foot flat on the bed.

"How's that?" 

"Much better."

"Oh, my . . . yes it is," Gloria said, "Almost like me on the bottom, except I have more control, and you can still move." 




Reflections



The room filled with sounds associated with sloppy sex. Lynn moaned while Gloria hummed several of her favorite tunes around his member. Heavy, and quick breathing filled the room.

"Sex with you is always different and wonderful," Lynn said, his voice muffled with such close contact. He watched through her legs the images in the mirror, but all he could see was the back of his wife's moving head. 

"I'm just about ready," she said, "Cum with me."

A thrill flashed though her at the words. Usually she came first, and then either she finished him with her mouth, or they came vaginally. It was rare they came at the same time, and wasn't sure that was possible as he wasn't yet close. 

She worked on him with great vigor. She held her orgasm back, doing her best to bring him up to her intensity. Holding herself at the point of almost going over the fall became difficult. She sucked like never before, used every trick she knew and he wasn't building quick enough, then she remembered, worked her middle finger into his ass. She couldn't hold back, exploded like the hot volcano Lynn had forced her to become. Gloria's body shook. Come on baby . . . give me all of it. Pleasure threw her like a judo expert, once, twice, and that's when he came. She felt it through mouth and lips. When his orgasm hit, his balls lifted toward his cock and he swelled cutting off her air supply. He spurt like a fire hose on adrenaline. Jets of spunk filled her mouth. She swallowed. 

This is the most beautiful thing in the world, cumming together. Their bodies shook with massive consummation. In that moment, they became a single writhing organism in the throes of total pleasure. The world danced about her. His stiff member battered her swollen lips. Everything was loosing color, she was blacking out, and still he fed her munching mouth, each gush and swallow weakened Gloria. Everything was dark, but her lips held tight. Lynn dwindled to normal size. The scent and taste of him delighted her senses, the oral act itself arousing in her further sexual aptitudes. 

She sucked the final dregs from him, massaged the last of his semen onto the back of her teeth, flirting with forbidden sexual exploits. 

"Can't take much more," he said.

Gloria teased herself with the idea of being able to cum just by giving head. Perhaps one day she will talk with him about it, but he was bushed, eyes half-closed. The timing had to be just perfect for this to work. 

"Rest now," she said, "I'll need you fresh later."

"What?" The word came out fatigued.

"Oh, just something special, lover."

"Specialier, than what we just did?" 

His voice trailed off, and she had to read between the words to understand the meaning.

She laughed low and sultry, "That's not even a word."

Gloria stationed her head to listen to his throbbing heart. 

# 

Gloria had been working a few seconds when his eyes opened. Her thoughts were, get her husband sated and it would become easier. She'd read a few stories about how this was supposed to go. Get everything ready first, almost like on that first night. Their first experiment had been in her bedroom, while her parents were playing cards at the neighbors. The week before, they had mutually masturbated. She'd been fascinated. 

"Wow! You were really excited," she said.

He reached for the box on the nightstand.

"No, no . . . let me," she said taking the tissue from him.

Scooping up the thick splattered drops with great care, Gloria managed to wrap the warm cum in the thin paper. She dropped it to the floor, pushed it under the bed. There was so much of it, and she'd been so excited cleaning it off his belly and cock, some got on her fingers. She looked at it, but Lynn was staring so she made a face like she figured a girl is supposed to.

"Hand me another," she told him, and wiped the sticky stuff into the tissue. Glancing at his shrinking violet, the head wept like someone in pain. "Here," she said, giving back the tissue. A certain desire overtook Gloria's senses and seeing semen for the first time awoke something in her that she couldn't put into words if she'd been asked. 

Thinking about it later, she realized there existed an extreme curiosity as to texture, color and flavor. That night, as she lay alone in the dark, her fingers sought the tissue. She found and brought it out, held it for a moment thinking about how beautiful it had been. She envisioned the random children's fountain at Disneyland. She unfolded the tissue, but it stuck together and ripped. Holding it under her nose she breathed in. No scent. The tip of her tongue touched the cum stuck tissue. Crap! Not a suggestion of what cum was supposed to really be like. One finger went into her mouth, and she surmised it to be Lynn's member as she sucked on it. Not a good substitute either. 

When they finally had consummated their love for each other, the bloodied condom had freaked Lynn out. A couple days after it had been easier, and they made love every night. 

Tonight, she was sure with a little rest Peter would get up, and not become too excited or hyped.

"Hey."

"Hey," she returned.

"What are you doing?"

"You know what I'm doing!"

"Yes, but why?"

"You forget already?"

"No. I just wanted to hear you say it."

"I'm making love to Peter."

"And what a nice job you're doing."

Gloria smiled, took his half-hard cock back into her mouth. She was randy just sucking him awake. Even though she enjoyed this, it was time. She took a plastic tube from the nightstand, squeezed the thick liquid into her hand, smeared it over his cock. Then did it again.

"Humm, your hands are doing some very, wonderful things."

"I'm so glad." 

When she had it slick and oily, she took a large glop for herself. He seemed at just the correct softness. She laughed to herself, or hardness . . . glass half full, or glass half empty.

"Okay," she said, "now go easy. We've never tried this, and I don't want to hurt you."

"What?"

"You heard me." 

Gloria smoothed wrinkles from the bed covers, lie on her stomach and spread to show what she wanted.

Lynn was there in a second.

"Oh, my god."

He kissed both cheeks. Spread them more and an oil wet virgin rosette greeted his hungry eyes. 

"We're really going to do this."

"Only if I don't dry out before you get ready."

The pressure came first. 

"Ohhh."

"Did I hurt you?"

"I'll let you know."

Pressure again. She thought the head must be in for her sphincter muscles opened and closed and she felt very full back there. 

"Honey, this is . . . fantastic," Lynn breathed.

She reached back, opened her cheeks for his eyes. "A little more is ok," she told him. More than a handful was still outside. Her inner-sadistic wanted all of it. More pressure, and the biggest diameter of him slid along the inner walls of her ass like a plump finger. The nerve endings around her pink rosette began to heat, sending little flashes of pleasure to her brain. Then it came. 

"Stop," she cried, reaching to position him at a better angle. "Okay," she whispered.

A truck named Peter pushed at the walls of her tiny burrow. 

Lynn was halfway inside Gloria's hot rectum when, "Shit," she yelped, "stop, stop."

Her ass gripped tighter. 

"More oil," Gloria said, the words hurried.

Placing a hand on his wife's ass cheeks Lynn leaned forward. Their gazes touched in a mirrored door. As he stretched for the nightstand, her husband pushed further inside. Shock glazed Gloria's eyes and her mouth opened in pain. She tensed, but the weight of him nailed her to the bed. 

His reflection found the plastic tube, also a frown pinched the skin above his nose. He mouthed the words, I'm sorry. Gloria thought she saw a little quirk of a smile reach his eyes, and didn't know whether to believe him. Her ass and his thick thighs crunched together. It was like being pinned with a one-tine fork. 

Lynn pinched the tube, and a gush of cold, pre-cum colored liquid landed on her ass cheeks. The full pressure of his weight lifted and she felt him smearing the lube around.

"Baby, pull out a little. Put a lot on Peter."

"I can't tell you how much I love you," he said, voice raspy. "Never felt anything this pleasurable. I could almost cum right now."

Gloria squeezed her ass cheeks; her sphincter grabbed him in a death grip.

"Ahhh."

"You'd better cum soon," she said, gritting her teeth. "I don't know how long I can take this."

"I can pull out."

"No, no. That would be worse."

With a sigh, Lynn began to move.

It seemed to take forever for the slippery liquid to work its way into her. She bit the pillow, buried her face; not a whimper came forth. Getting used to it is key, she reasoned. Felt like a huge sausage crammed in her ass, even with all her precautions. She had been so sure that after having cum twice, that Peter would be softer. Gloria's mind whirled. Cum baby, please cum. 

The pain was lessening, and something grew from deep inside she'd never sensed. As Lynn probed her swarthy depth's he sounded incoherent. Then she felt the entirety of him in her dark tunnel. Her ass gripped Peter so tight it was a wonder she didn't strangle his cockhead. She was becoming dry again, and had to do something to speed this up.

"Cum in my ass, Lynn. I want to feel your warm cum shoot deep inside me." she didn't normally use filthy words during their lovemaking, but this was different.

Lynn pumped faster. 

Each pump brought renewed pain, and when she felt Lynn give the final shove to his climax, she was relieved. His cock filled her completely, and the pulsating of his penis, the flood of semen spraying into her ass . . . at that moment she never felt so alive. 

They'd just done something so taboo, so prohibitive in most human minds that it awakened her femininity to a new secretive level. What she discerned in the reflecting surface was the unbelieving eyes of a person who was no longer a stranger, and this person was pleased. Gloria shivered. Consummating a forbidden act excited her beyond words. 

She blinked Lynn into focus as he lie beside her, his face total contentment. His arm draped over her bare waist, the simple lingering kiss to her shoulder told her much. In their newly shared, secret knowledge, Gloria found a closeness and awareness she would never have known otherwise. 

The End 



Reflections



Fun in Mayfair 

Author's Note 

This is a work of fiction, but part of it is based on an actual event. Which bit and whether that event happened to me or someone else, I'm not saying... 

*****

She smiled back at me from the full length mirror. Long blonde hair, tied back to prevent it falling across her face. Light blue-green eyes beneath a thin line of fair eyebrows. Slender nose and full lips, enhanced with a crimson gloss. Lips set in that knowing, expectant smile. 

My eyes travel down to her breasts. Small, but perfectly formed. Large, dark nipples contrasting with the creamy whiteness of her skin. She runs her hands over her breasts, fingertips brushing across those sensitive buds which react immediately, blossoming out of the skin. I feel a corresponding tingling as she does it. 

Her hands move down over the flatness of her belly, wiping sideways to caress her hips and bottom, that nice, firm, rounded bottom that is out of sight from here. As I look at the soft, fair patch of down neatly trimmed above her clean-shaven pussy one of her hands reaches down to run her fingers through it. I see her breasts rise and fall as she breathes deeply in anticipation. Her finger-tips linger at the top of her slit, pausing, tempting, teasing. 

She smiles back at me and lightly runs a single finger along the length of her slit before tossing her head and turning away. 

I am proud of my body. Long hours in the gym, care and attention to my diet and forty or fifty miles run every week have paid off. You don't get to look as good as this without putting in the effort! 

Now, I have to decide what to wear. It needs to be simple and sophisticated. That 'Little Black Dress' may be a cliché, but it became one for a reason. The right dress can be alluring and enticing, exciting without revealing. The possibility of revelation can be more exciting that the actuality. Sophisticated women know this instinctually. 

I turn to the rail in my dressing room and run my fingers through the selection hanging there. I pause at one and smile. This is right. This is the one. Figure-hugging silk in a plain black, dark as midnight. A single strap over the left shoulder and passing under the right arm. The rest of the back left bare, the line of the dress plunging in a deep vee below the waist line as the dress wraps around my hips and falls to the floor, flaring out slightly below knee level. On the right hand side the dress is slit all the way from the floor to a point level with my pussy. Tantalising, without revealing. 

There is only one thing to wear under a dress like this. Perfume. Just perfume. 

Marilyn may have preferred Chanel No. 5, but today I choose Christian Dior - J'adore L'Or. The sensual, almost phallic, bottle glows golden in my hands. I pull the stopper, releasing the mouth-watering vanilla and jasmine aroma into the room. I let a drop fall onto a small linen pad and wipe it around my throat, over my breasts and across my belly. Harry will appreciate that when he undresses me later tonight. 

I step into the dress and pull it up over my hips, settling the shoulder strap in place and adjusting the sides. A pair of strap-up sandals and a sheer black shawl completed my wardrobe. There. Lots of blemish-free skin, but not a hint of anything improper. Harry will love it. 

Harry. Am I his conquest, or was he mine? We met at the theatre just three weeks ago. I had gone with a girlfriend and had literally bumped into him in the bar during the intermission. He had apologised profusely, even though it wasn't his fault, and insisted on replacing the drink I had spilled. Jodi, my friend, had disappeared somewhere so we sat together discussing the play, which wasn't brilliant, and getting to know each other. When the bell rang for the end of the interval we stayed in the bar until it was too late to go back to our seats without disturbing people. Instead, we went to a wine bar for the rest of the evening. 

By the time Harry had taken me home in a cab I was ready to let him come inside and stay the night - something I had never before done on a first date. Harry declined, very gently, and just kissed me goodnight. The kiss itself was almost as enjoyable as sex — exciting, arousing and memorable. It just didn't last long enough. 

Harry called me the next morning and we arranged to meet again that evening. We met most evenings after that but it was almost a week before Harry came into my bed. 

The sex was fantastic. Harry was a considerate, gentle, careful lover. I rarely had fewer than two or three orgasms with Harry as he invariably took his time to make sure I was fully satisfied before he finished himself. He was adventurous too, introducing me to the thrill of a little light bondage. That was something I had never tried before, never thought of trying but, feeling safe and secure with Harry, I had found that having gently restricted movement whilst he concentrated on pleasuring me was incredibly exciting and enjoyable. 

The first time he'd done this he'd gently, but firmly, tied my hands behind my back with a dressing gown cord. He'd then started to kiss me all over, nibbling and sucking on my breasts and nipples, nuzzling at my belly button, licking and sucking at my pussy and nibbling at my clit. Being teased and pleasured like this without being able to respond and touch him had driven me crazy! Time and again he'd brought me to the brink of orgasm and then backed off, leaving me begging for more. Eventually, after about thirty or forty minutes of this teasing he'd tied my feet together at the ankles and, bending me face down over the edge of the bed, had entered into me from behind. He'd had such control over me, setting the pace and the penetration himself. I'd been completely at his mercy and forced into a totally passive role. 

My orgasm, when he'd finally allowed me to have one, had been shattering. I had been led to the point of release then let down so many times that when I felt the tension building one more time I was nearly crying in frustration and need. His gentle voice had talked sexily into my ear as he thrust into me; the pressure of his cock inside me, filling me, stretching me; his hands massaging my back, my buttocks, reaching round to tease my nipples; these sensations had brought me again to the point where I was expecting him to slow things down once more. Instead, he had steadily increased his pace, thrusting into me hard and deep. 

The dams inside me, which had been pent up for so long, had finally burst. I'd cried out, I'd wailed, I'd shouted. My words had been incoherent as the pleasure had taken over. I may even have passed out, I'm not sure. When I had become aware of myself and my surroundings again, Harry's cock had been still inside me, pulsing gently, waiting until I was ready again. 

He'd started to thrust into me again, a slow steady rhythm, but it had been too much, I had been too sensitive. I had tried to pull away but was still restrained. I had had to beg him to stop, which he did. He'd pulled me up into a sitting position but, instead of releasing me as I'd expected, knelt in front of me on the bed and pushed his cock into my face until I'd started to suck him off. Again, the restraints had had their effect. With my legs tied together and my arms behind my back I'd still been held in a submissive role, even though I'd been sucking him off. The inability to use my hands had been strange, but exciting. When he'd finally pulled back and sprayed his cum over my throat and breasts, I'd had no choice but to sit there and let it drip off my nipples and run down my belly. 

I felt a tingling in my belly as I reminisced over that very memorable occasion. A dampness in my groin made me realise that I had better change the direction of my thoughts. A tight, black silk dress and no underwear was not the place to start getting aroused and wet! I glanced at the clock, wondering where Harry was, but found that he was not yet late. It was still two minutes off the agreed time. I was just beginning to wonder what to do next when the doorbell rang. Harry was here! With an excited fluttering in my stomach, just like a schoolgirl on her first date, I rushed to let him in. 

••• 

We took a taxi into Mayfair, stopping first for cocktails at '34', a delightful place on Grosvenor Street. Harry, who had already complimented me on my appearance, couldn't take his eyes of me. I could tell that he was getting aroused and I admit I teased him a little, emphasising my figure in the way I moved and leant against him. It was quite obvious that I was naked underneath the dress and he knew it! I could see the lust building, in his eyes, his voice, his touch. 

After a couple of drinks Harry called a cab to take us to the restaurant. It wasn't only his eyes that couldn't keep off me now, it was his hands as well! He kept gently touching, running his fingers down my bare back (that gave me goosebumps!), caressing my bottom, touching my thigh through the slit in the dress. When he 'accidentally' brushed against my breasts, my nipples tingled and reacted by standing up, showing clearly through the black silk. I was as turned on as Harry was! 

We arrived safely at the restaurant but it was fortunate that it was only a two minute ride or else I think I would have been ravished in the back before we got there. I'm not so sure I would have minded either. C-London is a very high class restaurant and thoroughly deserves its excellent reputation. During the meal we were concentrating on the food and fine wine and a little less on each other's bodies, so we had a chance to slow things down a bit. 

The food was heavenly, I had an Artichoke Salad and Fillet of Sole. Harry a Salmon appetizer and Beef Carpaccio to follow. Several glasses of wine on top of the cocktails earlier left us both very relaxed and a little giddy. We took our time and it was nearly midnight before we left the restaurant, strolling a short way down Grosvenor street and into Grosvenor Square. The square was deserted at this time of night, apart from a few couples strolling through the trees, as we were. 

The wine and the cool air were making my head spin so we found a wooden bench a little way from Roosevelt's statue and sat down. I immediately put my arms around Harry and started to kiss him. He responded passionately, our tongues entwining and teasing each other. He growled and pulled away, biting at my lower lip as he did. 

"I've been wanting to get you out of that dress since the moment you opened the door," he murmured to me, his voice husky with desire. 

"Well," I giggled, "you'll have to wait until we get home!" 

"I don't see why," he answered, reaching up and taking my hands from around his neck. 

I was surprised to feel something hard and cold click into place around my right wrist. I pulled it back and looked at it in surprise. "Handcuffs?" I was baffled, the wine making my thoughts slow. 

Harry just chuckled and stretched out my arm, fastening the handcuffs to the back of the bench a couple of feet off to the side. I was so surprised and confused that I offered little resistance. 

"What...?" I didn't understand what was happening. 

Harry took my other hand in his, caressing it, reassuring me. "It's Ok," he whispered and kissed me gently. 

I relaxed into his kiss until I involuntarily tried to put my arms around him and remembered I couldn't move my left arm. I giggled, "What do you think you are doing?" I couldn't believe what I thought he was planning. 

"Getting you out of that dress." His answer was simple and direct. At the same time, he slipped the strap of the dress off my shoulder and off my left arm. The dress dropped, exposing my breasts. 

"Harry!" I gasped, clutching at my top with my free hand. 

Harry just smiled again and leant in to kiss me. I didn't respond to him this time, pulling at the handcuffs with my right hand, my left hand firmly clutching my dress across my chest. I was almost in panic. 

Click. 

A second handcuff appeared on my left wrist. Harry gently, but firmly, pulled my arm across and away from my chest, stretching it out to the other side of me. Click. I was now held firmly on the bench, arms stretched out on either side, unable to stand, unable to do anything. My dress fell away again, and I was naked and exposed from the waist up. 

"Harry!" Fear and panic were setting in properly now. 

Harry tried to kiss me again, but I shook my head, refusing him. Instead, he cupped my left breast, rubbing the nipple with his fingers and leaned down to suckle on my right breast, nibbling at my nipple and teasing it with his tongue. I was helpless to resist. I pulled against the handcuffs for a moment or two, but to no avail. Harry continued with his attentions to my breasts, and I could feel myself becoming aroused once again. My nipples were tingling and swelling up into hard points, standing proud at least a half inch from my breasts. In spite of my fears, I groaned involuntarily. 

Harry raised his head to kiss me again. This time, I let him. I was starting to enjoy the thrill of my predicament. The fear was still present, but the panic had left me. I trusted Harry, he wasn't going to let anything bad happen, but the fear of discovery was still there. 

"What if someone comes?" I asked, breathlessly. 

"Oh, someone will be 'coming'," he answered, with a leer, "I guarantee it!" 

"That's not what I meant!" I pulled against the handcuffs again. "Someone will see us!" 

"Don't worry," he answered, "the park is deserted. Almost." I looked round in a sudden panic. Nobody was in sight. "If anyone comes, I'll put your shawl over your shoulders, and they won't know a thing." 

With that, he started to work on my breasts again and I leaned back to enjoy it. I felt his hand slip into the thigh slit in my dress and his fingers nestled into the soft hair above my pussy. 

"Not even a thong?" he murmured. "I wasn't sure..." 

His fingers slipped lower, gently playing with and teasing my hairless pussy lips. I opened my thighs wider, to give him easier access as I felt a sudden wash of wetness inside me. 

I was starting to breathe heavily, desire overtaking fear, but I was powerless to join in, except to passively lie back and enjoy the sensations he was causing. His fingers continued to play with my pussy, now rubbing along my slit and gently parting my pussy lips. More wetness was flooding my insides now and I lay back and closed my eyes. My nipples were burning, my pussy was tingling, my insides were turned to water. 

Suddenly, his fingers dipped down and thrust into me, at the same time, his thumb found the hard little button of my clit and rubbed against it. I gasped out loud as waves of pleasure pulsed through me. I pushed my thighs as wide apart as my dress would let me, letting him fill my pussy with two fingers, pushing deep into me while still his thumb rubbed at my clit and his teeth nibbled at my nipples. I groaned again, feeling my orgasm starting deep inside me. I lifted my hips, pushing my pussy up to meet his hands and I started to pant. 

Suddenly, he stopped. His hand went away and he raised his head from my breast. He looked down at me, exposed and helpless, wanting him, needing him. 

"Nooo! Don't stop...," I pleaded with him, “please...!" 

He smiled down at me, then moving suddenly, wrapped his hands around my waist and, lifting me up, pulled the dress over my buttocks and let it drop to the floor. 

"Wait!" The panic returned. I was now stark naked, handcuffed to a bench in a public park! "You can't..." 

"What happened to 'Don't stop'?" He grinned at me as he asked it. 

He scooped up my dress and draped it over the back of the bench. Then, gently, he pulled my thighs apart and knelt between them as I tugged at the handcuffs, wanting to cover myself up. 

Kissing my belly, he smiled up at me. "Hmmm..." he said, "vanilla. Nice enough to eat!" 

"Christian Dior," I gasped as he moved down, nuzzling into my pubic hair. I yelped and jumped as he ran his tongue up the length of my slit and licked my clit. He responded by holding onto my bottom and pulling me in towards him while he licked and sucked at my pussy and teased and nibbled on my clit. 

I was moaning, gasping and panting. I wanted to hold onto his head, but couldn't move my arms. I was helpless to stop him doing exactly what he wanted. Exactly what I wanted too. 

I felt my orgasm starting and I thrust my pussy into his mouth, a low growl starting in the back of my throat. Immediately, he pulled away and I was thrusting up against nothing but cool midnight air. 

"Noo...," I whined, squirming against the restraints, wanting him, wanting release. 

He stood over me, looking at me spread-eagled there, naked, wet, desperate. Slowly, ever so slowly, without taking his eyes off me for a second, he unfastened the belt from his trousers and, one by one, the buttons of his fly. He pushed his pants down just far enough to let his cock spring out, hard, erect and firm. It was a lovely cock, longer than average, thick and heavy round the shaft and, though not circumcised, the head was fully exposed and glistening wet with pre-cum. 

Still not taking his eyes from me he started to rub it gently up and down. With a smile, he asked, "what shall we do next? Shall I fuck you now...?" 

"Yes, yes!" I gasped, pushing my pussy up towards him. 

"...or, shall I let you suck it?" 

"Yes, yes!" I gasped again. Anything. He could do anything... 

Kneeling again in front of me, he rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy. It slid easily along the wetness of my slit and he rubbed it up against my clitoris, making me gasp once again. I tried to push up against him, seeking a release for my orgasm. If my hands had been free, I would have rubbed myself off for sure, but I was helpless. 

Pulling back away from my thrusting, he paused again, then with one swift thrust he buried himself deep within me. The sudden shock of him, the heat of him, the way he stretched me and filled me, all these triggered the orgasm I'd been craving and I wailed out loud as I went into a spasm of pleasure. My legs wrapped around him and my bottom arched up off the bench as my pussy muscles clamped down on him, holding him, squeezing him. 

He remained motionless as I squirmed and thrashed around under him until the peak of my orgasm had passed and I lay back again. Then he started a steady rhythm, thrusting into me and making me gasp with each stroke. He reached out with one hand, cupping my breast and pulling on the nipple. The other hand slid under my bottom and pulled me up to meet his thrusts. Steadily, he increased the pace of his thrusting, beads of sweat forming on his brow and he started to make little grunting sounds as he pushed into me. 

I could feel another orgasm building, a tightness and pressure in my pussy that was more than the physical presence of his cock inside me. He was pounding into me hard and fast now, and a low growl started in my throat as the pressure built up. 

Suddenly, he pulled away again, leaving me gasping for more. He stood before me, offering his cock to my mouth and I eagerly leaned forward to take it, sucking it into my mouth and swallowing it as deep as I could manage. He groaned again and, holding my head against him with one hand, pulling on my breast and nipple with the other, he started to thrust into my mouth until I was almost gagging. I wasn't able to pull away or hold him off as he fucked my mouth. Just as I thought he was about to come he pulled away again, gasping, eyes glazed. He stood there for a moment, his cock standing rigid between us, glistening with my juices and saliva, twitching and pulsing. 

We watched each other wordlessly, panting for a minute or so. Then, kneeling before me again, he gently slid that lovely cock into me again and started to fuck me once again. Almost immediately I felt my orgasm building again and, from the urgency with which he was pumping into me, he wasn't going to stop again. 




Reflections



As I felt the pressure building within me I raised my legs up off the ground. Harry immediately hooked his arms under my knees and raised them up until my thighs were pressed against his chest and he was pressing them back until I was almost folded in half. The depth of his penetration increased to the point where I could feel him pressing against my insides at the end of each stroke and it put a new pressure against the front of my pussy from the inside. 

This new sensation was too much and I exploded in a new orgasm, head back and wailing at the stars. Harry stiffened and shouted out too, but I only heard it as if at a distance, I was too taken up with the spasms of pleasure coursing through my belly and flooding my pussy. I felt Harry's cum pulsing into me, creating new waves of pleasure as my pussy squeezed and held him. 

Harry released my legs and I lay back, exhausted. He slumped breathless against me, his cock still deep inside me, twitching and pulsing. As we rested, his cock softened and shrank, causing a shudder to run through my pussy. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, hold him to me, but I was still powerless to move. 

Sighing, Harry got up and kissed me. He stood to fasten his pants, saying "That was great! I told you I wanted you out of that dress!" 

I laughed and answered, "you got your way! Now, unfasten me and let's go home to bed!" 

He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small key but then put his head on one side and gave me a strange look. "No," he said slowly. "I think I'll just leave you there..." 

I was shocked to see him pick up my dress and start to walk away. I couldn't believe my eyes. After a couple of false starts, I found my voice, "Harry! For fuck's sake..." 

He stopped and looked back at me, a twinkle in his eye. "Just teasing!" He laughed and came back to me with the keys in his hands.



Reflections



There were times, she realized with certain bitterness, that even the needs and wants of her own kind could not be found. Though they were few, and far between times, she still felt them take hold of her very soul. Almost as if someone, or something, was there, pushing her in one direction. And more often than not, it seemed to be the wrong direction.

They tore away at her subconscious mind, not allowing for any rest. Many were the times she would crawl into the lonely bed she slept in, only to find herself unfulfilled as a person, and therefor, unfulfilled within her life. Lying in bed, reflecting on these thoughts, as she often did, she would stare morosely at the stars up in the sky. 

'How', she wondered aloud, to the kitten she had just brought home…'how am I to know what is right, or wrong about all my desires I have, Little Imp?"

Her kitty just looked at her with such a comical look; she had to laugh out loud.

'Well, at least I can still make myself laugh." She said to her kitty. Little Imp kept grooming himself, oblivious to all that was being said, as kitties usually are. His bathing done, Little Imp curled up to her, right on her chest, as he always did when it was time for a nap. 'Good idea', she told the kitty, and she soon fell fast asleep.

She woke, hearing whispers all around her, and she realized she wasn't alone anymore. She tried to get up, but something hampered her efforts. She looked around, not being able to distinguish anything in the near darkness of the evening. She saw candles being lit, by shapes that her mind was refusing to let her think about. 

Very softly, she asked, "Who's there please?" She didn't expect a reply, and was startled when she heard a very soft voice answer back. "I am here, my pet." Trying to free her hands, she had not noticed the voice that had answered her back was moving closer. She gasped when she felt her bed give way under this beings weight. 

She tried to see in the semi darkness just who it was, but could not. "Might I ask who you are, and why am I detained in my bed, please?" she began quite awkwardly. She thought she heard a chuckle, and she gained hope that maybe this was all a prank, yet search as she might, she knew of no one that would do this to her.

"Ahh, my pet, my little one, you have so many questions, and all at once it seems. I will answer all I can, however." This voice reassured her. The voice went on "I am here, because you wished to find someone, to help you sort out your feelings, your thoughts, and your…desires." Saying that, the voice no longer was just a voice, it was a hand, an arm…one that reached out towards her, and touched her. She felt a violent shudder as the hand touched her breasts.

Gasping, she told this person "How dare you touch me, I demand to be let go…NOW." Again she heard soft chuckles, and realized they were not the only two in her bedroom. She got a frightened look on her face, and again the hand reached out, softly stroking her nipples…teasing them. She felt a blush of shame on her face, knowing this was indeed having an effect on her, and her nipples were hard.

The voice went on, and as it was talking, she felt herself respond to it, betrayed by her body, her longing…her need. "You, my pet, are here for my pleasure…and know that my pleasure lies deeper than the physical manifestations of this place, or any others before it. You must learn patience, and endurance, for relief will come in time, sweet precious one…my time."

After having said that, the voice got up. She could not make out any shape yet, but she felt the bed give way, when again the voice made itself known. "I have so much to teach you, my pet. When I am done you will dance to music…my special brand of music…the moment when you anticipate the next kiss of the flogger, knowing it will mesmerize you, fill you with a joy and a dread I cannot describe, and yet you would want it still, regardless."

She caught her breath, wondering at the words she had just heard. Only in her deepest, darkest desires, had she heard these uttered, with such intensity. Softly she cried out, as she felt a terrible pressure, on her breasts. Whatever this being, this person had done, she felt her breasts were on fire. And she had a feeling this type of fire would not go out anytime soon. Little did she know how prophetic that thought was.

Timidly speaking, she asked in a voice little more than a whisper: "Please, tell me what it is you want, from me? How may I do, as you have stated? How do I begin to…"

The rest of her words were cut off, as she felt fingers, trailing up and down her body. She drew a ragged breath, feeling so many new feelings she was having. She tried to guess how many fingers were on her, but she had no idea.

All of a sudden, one finger had found her pussy. She jumped involuntary, against it, as the finger brushed against her clit. She heard a low sensual laugh, and she knew she was blushing, her body betraying what she was thinking. She felt her legs being pulled apart, very wide, and she knew she was being tied, to the posts at the end of her bed with a soft material…silk, perhaps, she thought.

She felt the whisper of satin, on her legs, travelling upwards, making her aware of just how wet her pussy was. She was caressed from head to toe, with this silken tie. Much to her chagrin, she felt her body rise up to meet it.

She heard laughter again, and some one discussing what was going to be done, to her, she thought. She listened quietly. She caught only words, fragmented sentences; '…a beauty…body responds quite nicely…so sweet is…what about the….' Try as she might, she couldn't hear anything else.

She again felt the bed sag, under someone's weight. She felt her pussy being wetted down, and something put on it. Something that…warmed it and made it feel very sensitive. She thought she saw the flash of silver, she felt something scraping her pussy. She started violently, when she felt this. "Wh-what's going on here?" she asked, feeling very frightened. She was informed by one in a low voice 'You are being shaved, because this is what He wants.' came the explanation. 'It's not for you to decide if you want this, know it is enough that He does.'

"Who is this 'He' that you are talking about?" she asked quietly, thinking she might know more about these unusual circumstances, if she spoke quietly. She surmised if she spoke loudly, all in the room would know her questions. All of a sudden, before any words were said back to her, the scraping abruptly stopped, the warmth was taken off her pussy, leaving her to feel bare, and oh so cold.

In lieu of an answer, she felt hot breath, down there, next to her pussy. The next sensation she was aware of was something, so very cold, pressing into her. She tried not to make any noise, at all, but what ever it was that was pressing up into her, was relentless. She felt her clit was being manipulated rather roughly, and try as she might, she couldn't quit breathing so heavy as she was so wanting of this, so needing of this pleasure/pain. She thrust herself up, against what was making her feel this way. She thought she heard laughter, but she was too into the feeling to care at that point. She was so close, to achieving her ultimate goal, and just before she could, at the last possible second, this, which was rubbing her clit so well, was taken away from her, causing her to cry out in frustration, and longing. "Nnooooooooo, ohhhhh please let me!" was what she cried out.

Slowly she calmed down, her breathing returning to normal. She heard a soft chuckle, and realized it belonged to the voice, of the person she had spoken to. "Please, will you tell me what I am doing here?" she implored. She felt her right hand being untied, and placed upon her pussy. Wordlessly, she let it stay where it was put. 

"Little one, I will have you touch your pussy now, and if I like what I see, I may decide you can cum, as you so desperately wanted to, not even five minutes ago." Again the voice chuckled, and she felt the weight of this person make the bed sag down. Very slowly, she started feeling her pussy, and with a startled cry, she stopped. Again the voice asked her "My pet, why did you stop?" She started to answer, when she heard a whoosh! come through the air, and a hard sting came down on her pussy. 

She cried out with surprise, and hurt. "My pet, did I say you could stop, what you are doing?" the voice asked her. Before she could answer, she again heard the whoosh! and then she again felt the sting. She started crying out loud, answering the voice "Nooo, you did not. I have felt my pussy many times, but something isn't the same." She tried to explain.

She felt her breasts being pulled hard, and slapped. She felt a great weight had been taken off them, but just as soon as she felt that, she felt more pressure applied. She felt as if a thousand needles were poking her breasts, and at the same time she realized she was almost welcoming it. She tried to squirm around, and again she felt the sting of a switch, she thought.

"Ahhh…my little one, my pet. I see you have decided not to continue playing with your pussy, as I have told you to do. For this you shall be punished. I had so hoped this wouldn't be necessary." After saying that, the being with the voice got off the bed. "NO…I mean, please wait." was all she said, so very quietly. The being stopped, and she told him "I will do as you say, please forgive me for not obeying your command at first." She apologized.

It was still as a calm before the storm. Not a thing moved. All of a sudden she heard "Play now, slut, or be punished. 'Tis a choice you have to make…NOW." She heard from across the room. Without even hesitating, she put one finger in her pussy, still marveling at the smoothness she felt.

There was a candle thrust so very close to her pussy, yet it did not even burn. She felt again she wasn't alone, she heard the whispers, and she felt ashamed. Still stroking her sex, she flicked at her clit, hearing an audible murmur of someone telling her "yes, that’s right little slut…do as you are told like a good girl."

Soon she inserted two fingers, spreading her pussy lips out as much as she could. She found her rhythm and continued fucking on her fingers, and flicking her clit. So caught up in the feelings, she almost didn't recognize the sting on her breasts at first. It did nothing but enhance this feeling she was so close to achieving. Moaning out loud, she was breathing quite heavy. In between the pleasure of fucking on her fingers, and the sting of the whip

She was feeling so hot…so desirable as she had never felt before. 

"Yes…oh God please yes do me!" was what she cried out when again she felt the stinging becoming harder, and faster on her breasts, her pussy, then back to her breasts again. So caught up in the moment, she knew she was losing control as each swift sting brought more pleasure than pain. She was so close to cumming, she cried out loud "Please, whoever you are, may I have your permission to cum?" She didn't have a clue as to why she said this; she just felt the raw basic need to. Without breaking her rhythm, she felt her fingers taken out of her pussy, and at the same time someone else's fingers were in there…in her hot pussy, making her jump and writhe around more. They felt so deep…so far into her.

As she felt her fingers being licked clean, she also felt the other fingers thrust into her hard, deep, almost to the point of painfulness. She started to cum, not even aware she was…a voice urged her on "Yes slut, cum…cum for me slut, show me you belong to me, and me alone."

She thrust upwards, oblivious to all other noises, and feelings. She came with a guttural "Oh my God yessssssssssssss!" She felt her pussy spasm hard, and she realized she was so very wet.

Breathing unevenly, she felt rather than saw someone licking her pussy…sucking all the juice from it. Her clit was still so very sensitive; she jumped each time the tongue would flick it. She moaned loudly, wanting this, needing this…and accepting this.

Just as the tongue was making her writhe, bringing her closer to the point of no return, she recoiled when she felt a hand smack her breasts hard. She promptly forgot about the mouth that was giving her intense pleasure as she moaned loudly. She again felt something being undone, on her nipples, and very slowly she realized whatever those offending things were that tormented her so were off.

In its place were two mouths, each licking her nipples, sucking on them, biting them at one point. The twinges she was feeling in her pussy made her whimper softly. "Something wrong, my little pet?" she heard from her side. "N-noo." She answered hesitantly. She heard him chuckle quietly, saying in a low voice to the others in this room "Make her ready, I want it all to be done, tonight. Before it gets much later, else all we have worked for will have been in vain. See to it!"

Moments later, as she was being sucked, prodded, poked, whipped lightly, and always kept in a state of utter uncertainty, and heightened senses, she sensed rather than felt something different was happening. No longer did she just want to cum. She wanted much more than that…and this that she wanted had no name that she had ever known. 

She felt as if she was turned onto her side. In doing this, she felt something reach up under her, and start stroking her ass. Completely mortified, she didn't notice her clit being kissed by one with a scratchy tongue. It just didn't make sense to her, this tongue there, on her clit. She felt this tongue eagerly lick her in the most private of places, and to her horror her body was responding to this stimulation…she cried out as her ass felt it was on fire when this tongue tried to enter her virgin ass.

"Wh-what are you doing to me?" she asked, as this once unpleasant feeling turned into something almost…dare she even think it? Like something almost pleasurable, she thought, gleaning as a feeling of utter contentment washed over her. Just as she was content to ride this wave of pleasure, she was again brought down to earth with a loud slap, right there, on her pussy.

"Nothing you have not cried aloud for many times, my little pet. Think of all those times you wished for more than the ordinary, the times you wished one could read your mind, so you would not have to say the words you yet deny…think." was what the voice said.

And in her deepest recess of her heart, she heard herself sigh. For she now knew what she had desired to know all along to know, and she felt as she truly always wanted to feel. At that precise moment, as she was feeling an inner peace, she felt her ass being violated, and at the same time her clit was being sucked even harder.

Crying out, she felt something inserted into her mouth. Biting down on this object, she felt it being fastened around her head, quite securely. Hearing his chuckle, she felt scared, and yet somehow…excited at the same time. The voice went on' your ass will be mine, sweet pet, whether you want it to be, or no. And when I am done, you will be thanking me, for being the person all these years you have dreamed of. And for opening you up for new experiences, and new playthings, shall we say?' he laughed sarcastically.

As he was saying this to her making her writhe around more, she felt her nipples being pulled on, almost harshly. Moaning loudly she tried to shake her head 'no'. It couldn't be…could it? She was wondering. All her life she had a secret which none knew. A secret that could, and would ruin all she had fought so valiantly to have.

Again, she felt the scratchy tongue, lapping at her most intimate places. Her clit was shown no mercy, as it was being played with by a hand, at the same time. She again felt something cold, so very icy cold at the opening of her ass. She struggled, but to no avail. "My pet, we can continue this all night, if you wish, but know it will come with a very heavy price. Think about it, my pet. Think of this, all that you are feeling, all you are experiencing, happening all night long. Would you like this, pet? Or would you like me to be rough with you, setting your body on fire, and then leaving you, coming back when or if I wished?"

She shook her head 'no', and tried to understand what was happening. The voice told her "Relax, slut. Just relax, and the pain will go away soon enough. For my pet, I want your ass. And by force, or by kindness, I will have it."

Having said this, she again felt the coldness in her ass. She tried to relax, as He very gently began to push his cock in her tight little ass. She moaned loudly, the gag obscuring the sound. She felt Him getting bigger, and harder as he was slowly working his was into her ass. When she felt she could not take any more she tried to let him know by moaning loudly. He gave not a thought to this, as he thrust his hardness, all of it, all the way up her ass.

Breathing unevenly, he heard her shriek as his cock tore at the muscles of her ass. He lay still, for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling of him being in her ass. As she quieted down, he again began to rock back and forth, slowly, reaching around to play with her clit that someone's tongue was licking. Faster his hand went, faster he started fucking in her…soon he was thrusting with very long and hard strokes into her ass, feeling the tightness as her ass accepted him.

With one final thrust, he spilled inside of her. Draped over her back, he tried to still his heart. Very softly, he told her;"My pet, you have given me such intense satisfaction just now, accepting me into your body. For that, I will treat you with a secret fantasy you have had, for many years now." Saying that, he eased himself out of her.

He bent down, unfastening her gag. She had been crying, he noticed, and that thought made him smile. He made her lay down, on her back, on the bed. She whimpered softly, as he again began to caress her all over, pinching her tits cruelly, and often. Soon she felt him licking her, everywhere…her tits, her clit, her ass was shown no mercy at his tongue. He had his tongue so far up her ass she thought she was going to pass out, from the feelings it was evoking in her. It showed in her response, as well.

All too soon, he quit, and she gave a cry of dismay. His tongue was once again replaced, by the one she thought of as having a scratchy tongue. Her hands were again tied, and again were her legs were spread wide open. She saw more candles being lit, and recognized the scent as vanilla, her all time favorite scent.

What she saw next, she couldn't believe. She didn't want to believe it. Yet there it was. Looking down on her body, with a restless tongue licking it's lips. The secret she, for so long, and had fought to keep to herself only. And it was here. Ready. For her. She closed her eyes in utter defeat. A small sob seemed to escape from her throat, as she knew what she wanted, so bad, yet was so afraid to take.

She again heard His voice, saying quietly "No, my little pet. You are not to look away, nor close your eyes from this, the one situation you have always desired…see? look at your body, how it responds to that thought, your nipples, so stiff and hardened, your breath coming faster, uneven. You want this, slut. You want it so bad, you'll do anything for it, wont you my little slut?"

She slowly opened her eyes, staring at the object that was in front of her. She seemed to struggle within her self, wanting this as much as he was saying, knowing there would be no turning back once it all started. Slowly, she nodded, and she saw him smile. With a clap of his hands, there were fingers everywhere feeling her, softly caressing each part of her body, feeling her innermost places, and she found she was enjoying this. She began to moan softly, trying to move her body towards those who touched her.




Reflections



Softly a blindfold was secured behind her head. All the hands quit touching her, and she struggled to remain still. She thought she felt a soft furry something between her legs but she couldn't be sure. Trying to open them wider, she realized this is no furry toy. She began to writhe around, trying to escape this tongue which was licking her clit so good, making her so wet, and so wanting. Hearing his soft laughter in the background, it was all she could do to concentrate on what was happening to her. He took her blindfold off, making her look at that, which was giving her pleasure.

Knowing what she was doing was so forbidden, that society actually thought this to be the most perverse act anyone could commit, she felt shame, and mortification when she felt this being mount her, as a common bitch in heat, she thought. She tried to turn away in her shame. All at once three sharp slaps were administered to her tits. She moaned out loud, seeming to welcome the interruption. She was being forced to watch this.

She again felt the beings cock being guided into her pussy, amazed at the length of his cock, and the thickness. She felt the being thrust in her faster, and much to her chagrin, and shame, she felt her body respond to it. She could no more stop the being from fucking into her than she could stop breathing. Faster the being seemed to be pumping, louder her moans were getting. She opened her mouth to cry out, and she felt something thrust into her mouth. It wasn't a cock, and she felt sickened as she realized she was being forced to lick, and taste, and smell the pussy of a woman.

Trying to turn her head from side to side to escape this only brought on more pain, in the form of her nipples being turned quite cruelly, and methodically.

Writhing in sexual ecstasy, from the being fucking her, and the bizarreness of the whole situation she felt compelled to open her mouth, and submit to this type of lovemaking.

All of a sudden she felt the hands leave her nipples, and all twisting was gone. In a low voice, just a little above a growl, she heard Him say, "My pet, if I were you, I would not again try to turn away from all that is offered to you. Do you understand, slut?" He asked coldly. She made a small 'uh huh' noise as her mouth was filled of pussy. She noted delightedly if she flicked her tongue in just the right place, she would be rewarded with pussy juice…a taste foreign to her, but none the less nice. More intent on this pussy now, she began to boldly lick everywhere she could, noting the difference and rich textures this pussy had. She was sucking intently on the clit, and she felt the pussy tightening. The next thing she was aware of was her face seemed to be covered in a wet solution, grinding into her mouth. She couldn't breathe, and was almost panicked when she felt the pussy leave her face.

She felt the being humping into her pussy, and she responded likewise, rising up to meet his thrusts, not caring at that point that other's were witnessing this. Low and throaty came her answer to this fucking…arching her back to meet all the beings thrusts, to feel all of it she opened her legs even wider. As she was trying to concentrate on her feelings, she felt a hand, teasing her clit at the same time. She felt she didn't want this ever to stop. She was slowly getting to the point where before she had been reprimanded to stop before.

He, watching this, was smiling wryly. She looked so much like a slut at this point it was all he could do not to push the being aside, and fuck her hard as he wanted. She, almost panting out that she wanted…no, she needed this release, please ohhh please could she cum? He gave a small laugh, and said "Yes, my pet slut…cum for me, your Master…CUM NOW MY SLUT!"

As she was cumming so hard, each spasm harder than the next, he was biting at her tits, her nipples, biting her on her neck, everywhere he could reach. The being, having came, was trying it's darnednest to get free of the woman, yet it's cock was refusing to let go of her contracting pussy.

She completely lost all sense of time, of circumstance, of everything, so far gone in the throes of her primal ecstasy. She neither felt, nor heard anything as He put his fingers in her pussy, and help ease the being out. Untying her arms and her legs, He held her so tight to him, he was feeling her body slowly stop its spasoming. 

All the candles were put out, all the incense were snuffed. A cover had been draped across the Master, and His pet. All others had vanished before He had to say anything. They knew Him well…they knew He would want time alone with His new pet. Soft music played in the background, as He held her, and whispered to her "My pet, I do so love you. You are now under my protection…for now, and for always. I am your Master, and you will do as I say, without questions, without anything but complete and total respect."

Softly she moaned in her sleep, turning towards Him.

Copyright ©March2002
By Rhinson
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