0 comments/ 31638 views/ 1 favorites Deepest Fantasies #01 By: FireSiren A Slick New Land I wasn't a model. There was no Nicole Richie, Stephanie Seymour, or Keira Knightley begging to emerge from my near forty inch hips with just a *little!* more working out. In fact, I was lower middle-class in the looks department, with the blue eyes and blonde hair that genetics commonly liked to deal its European subjects. I also graced the "endowment" of a backwards-for-Hollywood body. What this meant was, my tits were about five-sixths the size of my ass and a small C-cup (on a good day). Refusing to abuse my feet, I liked well-balanced knee high "Docs" with steel-toes or chunky heeled sandals. "Man-hater" was one of my ex's most favorite insults. He even had a song to go with it, a parody of the 80s hit "Man Eater," which he threw back his shaggy football mullet and sang at regular intervals while ballerina twirling on his size nines. Before I had a boyfriend, "lesbian" was my more common slight. This was, perhaps deserved, as I was the desire of most of the bisexual and lesbian women in my social circle. It would have been easier if it was fitting, but I remained in lust with the sleek taper of a furless man's naked back and infinitely teased by the faintest prod of tiny hipbones over low belted jeans. As I looked upon tiny, petite women with envy, I referred to my preferences as "downsizing the genetics." Alternately, my next explanation was that I simply loved playing with a tart little ass and everything in between. God, I loved a man on his knees with his nuts in my hand. My fantasies revolved around widening the soft cleft of that skinny toy's sexy ass and slowly milking his eager button to the "oooooo, ohhhhh god"s of my little solar system. I loved the wink and flutter of that tiny pulsar as my long fingers fed it. I loved swollen balls bouncing with pent up sexual frustration. I loved cock rings and spankings and long steamy blowjobs that bordered on torture by orgasm-deprivation. Most of all, however, I loved a man's nuts in my hand. The hardest part was finding one comfortable with that proposition. I developed a theoretical test, through the ballerina's failure of it. It involved a hard bite to the thin-skinned, tightly nerved throat. Of the popular reactions, I reasoned that silent endurance garnered a gentle throw into the "passive but friendly" category. A reaction that included an aggressive behavior, such as slapping or other tantrums earned a whip into the "hostile un-dateable morons" category. A firm discussion of biting boundaries allowed the man to remain a remote possibility, while a throat-tilting, cock-hardening reaction branded him mate worthy. I wanted and needed my appropriate reaction, or so I thought. ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ I met Sean Strikkuj on the internet while I was still with the aforementioned ballerina. Ballerina whined about his cheating girlfriend (even before I cheated!), and purists encouraged the whirling, whining guilty-go-round. I felt worse for what it did to Sean, who was mostly a warm guy, a puppy with a lustier side that extended further than my personal imaginings. I squirmed, crossing and uncrossing my legs then rubbing them together when he mentioned his cock's reaction to our teasing. Some nameless person kicked me in the lower stomach one day when he asked, "Do you ever wonder how long it is?" Of course, I had, but I wasn't rude enough to ask. He was six inches and cut. I was shocked when he shyly admitted to being a virgin and in heaven when he said he wanted to be with me. Every time I neared leaving, Mr. Macho whipped out the "poor-me-raised-in-a-foster-home" card or the "I-broke-my-leg; don't-you-feel-bad-for-me?" card, and I stayed. He rarely said a word to me, except to comment on and condemn logs of Sean and me talking. Every statement, every flirtation was cause for some jealous rant. We had separate rooms, and I told him pointblank, "Please date." He had "game nights"; I had my computer and Sean. As the screaming escalated to physicality with Mr. Macho, I knew that Sean had to go too. I couldn't let him stay, but telling him to go proved harder than making the ballerina move out. In the first grainy picture that I had of him, his hand turned and opened like an offering to me. It was so underexposed that it swallowed his dark hair. In the next, his high school graduation photo, he gazed at me with a squared, slightly goateed jaw but with grey-woven green eyes begging to laugh. He was so good, and I wanted him so bad. After leaving Mr. Macho with the apartment, because he refused to LEAVE the apartment, I waited to say anything; truth be told, the process took several weeks, and Sean and I weren't talking at the time. I had no idea how to broach the subject. I hung out with people, but it left me feeling empty and disconnected. Some people drew the conclusion that we were "dating" and began acting that way without notifying or even asking me out! This was too confusing and frustrating, and that made my reactions erratic and hostile. I made pleas to mutual friends to reveal how Sean was. Nobody seemed to know. It was as if he fell from the planet or was some dream that was so wonderful it turned horrible for its disillusion. Moving again and looking into re-starting college, I found him. He was wary. I didn't blame him. We visited this hopeful place tens of times before, and it became a hellish disappointment. I told him that I had a bad habit of expecting people not to change. I gave him his 'out,' but he seemed silently perplexed. In fact, he didn't say anything for the longest time before murmuring something that made me cry like a child. "I still love you dearly. I know that hasn't changed at least," he said. The words pulled a six-ton weight from my chest. If I could have reached through the computer and hugged him, I would have hugged him so hard he might have stopped breathing. Instead, I sat torn between gratitude, love, wanting, relief, happiness, and giddy fear with the Nile River leaking from my eyes. We had no plan to meet. We were thousands of miles away, and I should have hooked up with someone locally (my parental warning voice blared). ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ It took three more years to happen, but finally, we met. Out of the throngs of people streaming through Newark Airport, I knew Sean as soon as he swung through security. He was walking sunshine to the glare of over-bleached snow colored walls, like a dash of the warm west coast stashed in a carryon bag. Unfortunately, I was a frozen girl-sickle in the "Not my President!" babydoll t-shirt that I promised I would wear. It didn't matter. He saw me, a little smile creeping along his lips but not breaking them. He crossed the airport. I crossed the airport. His gray Airwalk sneaker bumped one of my steel-toed Docs. "Hi," I stammered awkwardly while my brain screamed every random thought from ABANDON SHIP! to OHMYFUCKINGOD I NEED TO HUG YOU! "Hi," he answered, smile finally breaking. "So did yo...," I started tentatively. "How are yo...," he answered at the same time. "Sorr..." "It's okay," he said as a big skycap shouldered past him with bags. "Go ahead," I urged quickly. Never a big talker, he went silent. We were as awkward as teen-agers, and I couldn't stand it anymore. My arms shot around him, and I crushed him against me. I have no idea how long I stood there holding onto him with my heart throbbing in my ears, but I couldn't have let him go if the world was imploding. I hid my face against his shoulder as urges to laugh and cry battled. I inhaled his scent. If I could have burrowed under his skin, I might have done that. Instead, I settled on gently raking his back as we swayed. "God, I'm so glad to see you," I choked out against his neck. He smelled perfect, just the right balance of clean with the mostly-natural hint of disappearing cologne. "Nice to see you too," he answered, and I grinned, hearing the smile in his voice. He wanted to tease me about calling him God again, but his fingers were too busy rubbing the base of my neck. "I uhm... never flew into Newark before," I confessed apologetically, trying to hide the shiver snaking up my entire spinal column. My hands slid through his long dark hair, half-afraid that touching any other part of him would prompt me to maul him. My head felt heavy, and I was dizzy. "I have no idea where your bags are, Mr. God." "Don't care," he murmured lazily. "We'll find em sometime." ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ I tried so damn hard to be good and not rip his clothes off or confess how much I imagined him without them. I couldn't stop LOOKING at him, as if to remind myself that yes, he was really there. The purple and white lace thong I selected that morning clung uncomfortably. It was soaking wet as we shoved open the room that he rented, his bags and my backpack in tow. I told myself on the way to the Airport that I would remain respectful and get to know him face to face, but my very good intentions died the minute our lips touched in the parking lot. His clothing definitely looked VERY unnecessary as I nudged the door closed behind us. He put his things down and came back to me for another kiss. I stroked his jaw, tongue probing his bottom lip with gentle flickers. "Mmmm baby," I sighed appreciatively, and my arms wound around him, my lips ruffling his hair. He'd worn it bound, and I gently tugged the band away and put it on the pale mahogany message table beside us. We curled our fingers together, and I rested my forehead against his. "Do you want to...," he started. "Are you hungr...," I said over him. Another set of shaky chuckles followed. Despite it being early afternoon and his traveling on various planes since predawn, he shook his head slowly. "I almost forgot to remember this," I finally managed, lifting my face and removing the translucent fire engine-red Bic that I stashed in my pocket before heading to the airport. He shook his head at me again and smiled warmly, depositing the lighter beside his hair tie. I tightened my fingers around his. "We could always get naked," I offered, less coyly than I hoped, but it needed said, or I was going to lose my mind. "Could," he drawled, pressing against me. I kissed his ear, the warm wet flicker of my tongue gently exploring the hollow behind it. A layer of goose bumps prickled his light skin. "I want to see you naked," I finally whispered and curled a hand against his lower back. "I keep thinking about you naked, and it's making me crazy." In a vague moment of mortification, I realized what I advocated. My hate-hate relationship with my body reared like an iron horse on speed. I went cold, terrified, but proud of my honesty. Sean's khaki-incased hips tilted into mine with a low moan, and his head dropped back. Startled from my self-debasing musings by a well-timed truck horn on the highway, warmth rushed back into my body. I kissed and licked, my lips caressing his working throat muscles. His hand curled against my hip and squeezed gently. The entire throat biting idea abandoned, I tilted the back of his skull. I crushed my lips to his again, my fingers inching up under his long hair and massaging behind his ears. We groaned together. I never thought I could like kissing, but my mouth and tongue wouldn't stop seeking his. My stomach fell away with each stroke of our lips like an immense roller coaster ride. Speaking of stomachs, his rumbled, and I snapped my teeth near his nose playfully. "Liar," I teased. Sean flashed a silly, drunken grin. "Maybe a lil hungry," he answered. I sat on the bed and pulled the menu directory card from the table. Unlike most hotels, our card featured the best non-chain creations available locally. I'd been threatening his skinny California ass with pizza grease and cheese steaks for years. I glanced at him. Maybe, it was time to collect. "What do you want to eat?" I asked. His smile unnerved me, like he knew some secret code to a game we played and refused to tell. A few strides later, he put the card back on the table and nuzzled against me lovingly. Hot flushes ran up the back of my neck as his lips gently stroked. God, I wanted him so bad. I shifted on the bed, moaning his name. His hand flattened across my twitching stomach then lifted my breast. "Mmmm," I huffed, my nipples already peaking the lettering through my shirt. "Harder please." He turned his hand and coaxed each nub tighter with light strokes from his palm. My breath was one long moan. I didn't care about trying to behave. I raked his black t-shirt off and threw it on the floor. With a 'you started it' look, I lowered my head, engulfing his nipple in my hot mouth while I rolled the other between my fingers. He arched his back hotly, and I wrapped my arm around him and curled my fingers under his bare shoulder blade. Through light grazes of my teeth and harder nibbles, he slid down on the pillows for me, occasionally releasing little whimpers. He wiggled then one thud followed another as his sneakers fell to the carpet. His nipple escaped, and I gave a little pout. "I'll get back to that later," I promised. My tongue traced his jerking ribs, across the hollow of his shoulder, down the twitching clench of his bicep, and over his forearm. I licked his fingers lovingly then bit at the pulse in his wrist, to which he gave a shaky little gasp. Kissing my bite, I lingered against the racing thrum of his heartbeat before slowly lifting my head. "Your chest is so unbelievably hot," I sighed finally, dizzy again and utterly unable to keep my mouth from saying whatever came to mind. "Thank you, angel," he murmured as one hand circled the back of my neck. He pet the top of my chest with his other, his light kisses feathering across my collarbones as I pressed against his side tightly. "I want to try everything we talked about," I whispered, tracing the wispy dark trail below his navel. When I looked up, his heavy eyelids shaded glazed eyes. I knew from his pictures that they were beautiful mint silver and green when he wasn't hot, but when he was hot, they sent shivers from my chest to my clit, which throbbed dully. "But I want to hold you too," I finished, swallowing hard. I was in deeper than I ever imagined. "Do both?" he reasoned softly, wiggling while his hands pet my hair in long strokes. I shrugged, gave his khakis a glare, and shoved them down. His green boxers escorted them, and I kissed his lips slowly again, climbing on his thighs. "Allright?" I asked tenderly. My fingers laced his, my forehead resting against his again. "Yeah," he whispered. "I'm okay." I drew back and gazed into those wonderful eyes. "I love you very much," I murmured, tenderly kissing his temple. "We can stop any time." "I love you too," he groaned, and a warm feeling tingled from my chest to the tips of my toes and scalp. "Please don't stop." His eyes held mine only a moment longer before they slipped closed. I nodded and lifted his hand, gently kissing his palm. "Did you bring your toys," I asked as I rocked my weight against his stiff exposed cock. His breath caught. "S...omewhere," he answered, wet kisses slipping hotly down my collarbones. His fingers scraped at my back and hips. "Later," I groaned. His hands shoved my shirt up and off, before his lips attacked my purple half-cup bra. Tatters of white lace trimming an uneven line across the center displayed my nipples. His teeth flashed for little bites, and he gently tugged. I held my breath as he pulled me lower, my tits pressed against his face. He nudged my scant cleavage together then worked the bra's front clasp. I shuddered. My boots tightened against his calves, rocking nervously. It took every ounce of effort that I had not to go mechanical and mindlessly carry out what would make him cum. If I could fight that down, it would be the first time I ever made love. I forced myself to focus on the rush of his breathing. ...inininin...ouuuut. ...inininin...ouuuuut. I gazed into Sean's eyes, and he propped himself against the wall headboard, wrapping his arms around me. "Do you want to keep your clothes on?" he murmured tenderly against my ear. I shook my head, nuzzling against his neck. His cock still straining, I rubbed it against the soaked folds of my thong, bringing another moan. "I want you to take them off," I whimpered. Sean's fingers trembled around the clasp of the skimpy see-through bra, and he made a little frustrated noise at it. I lifted my arms high in the air, back arching slightly as he slid the lingerie over my head, still buckled and threw it on the floor. His nails traced my bare waist, playing with the band of my black skirt then nudging its snaps apart and yanking it down with my thong. "Yeah clothes, fuck that," I joked. He smiled. I lay across him, enjoying the warmth of his body. Now that I was naked, I wasn't as scared of his reaction. It had already happened. His fingers stroked lovingly up and down my back, and I nuzzled against his neck, kissing him and biting only gently. The room grew darker, and honks and shouts from rush hour infiltrated. I was about to get up and definitely suggest we order some food. Hours from the car, I knew that Sean would want another cigarette, and I knew what cigarettes did to an empty stomach, AND I knew that Sean got sick when he didn't listen to his body and eat. As I arched from his chest, his hand pressed gently against my lower back. "Had something," he said slowly, as if he'd read my mind, "yogurt and goldfish. I'm not THAT hungry." I started to settle back down on him, when his lips surrounded my nipple. He sucked it slow and deep, stroking it with his tongue, his hands fanning across my ass and kneading lovingly. A long string of moans crept up my throat, and I squirmed instinctively toward his cock. It was hard again, and I never dried for him. His finger slid inside me from behind, and I bucked against it, hips arched against his stomach hard. He flashed a mischievous grin at me and slid it most of the way out, tickling the very inside of my slit. "God, when I find your toys, I'm going to fuck you raw," I groaned. Of course, I'd never talked dirty to anyone except Sean, so I wasn't sure if it sounded good, but he moaned and kissed my nipple several times. "Couldn't you fuck me raw right now?" he panted. My hot liquor overflowed from his fingering and crept down my thigh. "If you'd let me," I groaned. Ever the tease, his thumb drifted against my clit. I squirmed and pressed my boots to his calves, nails scraping his nipples. "Give it to me," I finally whimpered, my clit throbbing under his finger and my cunt literally aching. We gasped in unison as he inched inside me. I bit my bottom lip and tried to hold Sean's gaze, but my eyelids dragged with my long pleasure-filled groans. "Ohmmm," I gasped as the ridges of his pulsating cock teased my twitching walls, "that feels sooo-damn good." He arched, and his lips touched my ear, hotly panting inside, "Don't stop, angel." I curled my nails against his shoulders, digging them in at various times while bouncing hard short thrusts that teased my clit against his pelvis. My moans grew contagious, and soon his little cries kept pace with mine. "I don't... want you to cum," I gasped, my boots digging his calf again to try to stop myself. Sean gazed at me with one part frustration, two parts adoration. His breath escaped in rapid loud pants. I kissed and sucked on his nipple, rocking against his cock again and soon working back up to my tightened rhythm. My hands lowered to his hips, and I held them down, even as he unconsciously struggled to push himself deeper. My body began to throb slowly, hot velvety contractions squeezing his hard heavy pole. Deepest Fantasies #02 Pick Up or Delivery Mr. Tease. It wasn't the kind of nickname that would inspire sighs from literary review, but Sean needed a nickname for years. He'd called me angel so long that even I couldn't remember where it came from. All I knew was that I loved it. As a child, people had discouraged or forbidden their children to associate with me. That meant my life was somewhat intellectual and lonely. First, I grew accustomed. Then, I started to like it. Finally, I felt uncomfortable when I wasn't secluded. I'd certainly never been anyone's angel before, least of all a lanky dark-haired incubus with a sex drive as warped as my own. Kissing Sean's chest, I asked, "How'd I get my nickname?" He smiled. "Cuz you're my angel." I poked playfully. "I know *that*. I mean, how did it happen? Do you remember?" Leave it to Sean to say something sweet and direct. I stretched my mind but couldn't remember the original context. He shook his head at me, indicating that he couldn't either, before standing and tugging his boxers back on. I wolf whistled at his ass, and he shook it for me playfully then wandered over to get the lighter I left on the hotel table that afternoon. Swinging my legs over the bed, I followed him. "We can smoke inside here," I reminded him with a chuckle as he fished his cigarettes from his carryon bag, "but if you want to go out, I'll come." He gave me a glance, and I blushed from my blonde roots to the long toes I dug in and out of the carpeting. "Yeah, well, after I put my clothes on..." "Damn laws," he mumbled. "I know, right? -Always taking away our constitutional freedom to be buttass naked in public." I said, laughing softly and kissing the back of his slender shoulder. His long hair tickled my nose. He threw me a grin, and as he rustled the bag, I spotted his small rotating vibrator over his shoulder. "Do you want some food baby?" I asked against his neck, my arms wrapping him. By this time, the sun had set. "Would be good," he said, patting a hand across my forearm slowly. I smelled myself on his skin, and warm possession tugged at my chest. "Yeah, Fridays here, better get your order in fast. Places fill up," I rambled. My position gave me a perfect view of the sexy cut of his shoulders and the way they narrowed into his waist. The last thing on my mind suddenly was food, unless the plan was to use him as a plate. "Cigarette," he whispered, oblivious to my gaze or how his bare chest affected me. I kissed the back of his neck gently. "What do you want?" He shrugged. "Whatever." "In or out...or..." I blushed again. He turned to kiss my lips. "Whatever's good. Never been here before." Usually, I had a smartass comment, but I stood dumbstruck, watching him snag his room key from the table and walk outside like he was part of a fashion show. His room cornered a dark stairwell, and likely no one would notice him in his boxers smoking on the balcony. –No one but me, that was. I dialed the number of the best takeout restaurant in town, Little Italy and sat by the single window, teased into squirming by his mostly-bare silhouette as smoke drifted into the night sky. I began to feel like a stalker, watching him. This wasn't like me at all. Usually, I was faultily independent. I nudged his black nylon bag back and forth with my boot as I listened to the connection ring. His waterproof vibe wormed from it, and at the same time, a soft perky voice trilled, "Thank you for calling Little Italy. Pick up or delivery?" I nearly yelped in surprise. "P..pick up," I stammered, grabbing the vibe from the carpet. "A chicken cheese steak, extra american, fried onions, ketchup and mayonnaise on the side." I hadn't eaten like this since middle school, but while Sean was visiting, I was determined not to let anything make me miserable, which meant that my healthy-for-fat-loss-diet had to go. Usually, I ate very low in processed carbohydrates, free of aspartame, and avoided anything white. Well, I'm full of white stuff now, I thought with a snicker. "-Oh, and a bottle of Hawaiian punch and spring water," I amended. She read the order back, and I turned the vibe over in my hands, gazing at the soft silvery beads inside it. I began to hunt through Sean's carryon for his lube. "You said pickup, right?" the girl finally asked. "Uh...yeah," I answered, retrieving the tube with a triumphant raise of my free hand. "About an hour," she said, "number 33." I thanked her then dropped the telephone back on the receiver. An hour for pickup. They must be stacked, I thought as I liberally greased the little vibe and glanced at the clock. Seven-thirty-two. Hoping he wouldn't mind, I slipped into Sean's t-shirt and swayed onto the balconies, toy clutched like a rose behind me. "An hour," I murmured. Something about wearing his shirt made me feel safer being daring, though the lack of lights on the concrete stairwells also helped. "Uh?" he asked, taking the last few long drags of the end of the butt. "We have to go get the food in like an hour," I said, still hiding the vibe behind my back. "Seriously?" His lips cupping the near-burning filter, his eyes widened on the lot below. He looked shocked. "Well, usually it's about forty-five, but it's the best cheese steak shop here, so it's really busy," I said, ego deflating a little. "If you wanted Pizza, we could have gotten Angelino's but even that would be like forty or fifty minutes, especially on a Friday." He chuckled. "Knew you'd get cheese steaks," he said then shrugged, very je ne sais quoi about the time, and tossed his cigarette butt. I grinned as he leant over the railing to see where it went, and my arm bracketed his chest. I kissed behind his ear slowly. "Isn't it illegal to just toss your butts out there?" I breathed, stroking a hand up his stomach slowly. He bobbed his head a few times, swallowing a groan. "Well, that's too damn bad, because I like when you toss your butt," I teased, looking left then right as I alternately toyed with his naked nipple then ground it into the cold steel rail. His ass swayed deliciously, as if cued. "You get a rim shot for that," he exhaled with a shaky chuckle. "But I do like it a lot, rim shots too," I whispered lecherously. "I bet you're getting hard all over again, aren't you, Sean?" "Uhhuh," he stammered, bucking back against me. "We have to go get the food..." "In an hour, love," I reminded him. My nails skimmed his back, gently nudging his boxers around his thighs before I massaged one of his tight little ass cheeks. He made an "o" with his mouth and snuggled into my touch, his elbows on the railing. "Enough time?" he asked. "Absolutely," I vowed. "If I give you something, do you promise to be good and not remove it?" "Yesssssss," he sighed hotly, "I promise." I grinned, watching the cool air prickle his flushed back. "Don't scream," I whispered against his shoulder. I parted his ass cheeks gently with my clean hand, smearing the remnants of lube against him. He yelped softly and bit down on his lip as the chilly gel touched his hole, but the first moments of discomfort quickly retreated from the soft taps of my finger. Blood began to rush the tight thin skin around his opening, and he wiggled again, moaning softly. "Relax baby," I soothed against his ear, "Relax." I stroked the vibe against his puckering skin. "You know we're in a public place," I cooed against his ear lovingly, "and you're not wearing very much. Anyone that wanted to see us could..." He squirmed and clenched against my finger, humping and arching his back at an odd angle to try to take it inside. I lapped at his jaw, asking softly, "Would you care?" "Huh uh," he moaned, slowly shaking his head though a blush did color his cheeks. I cooed against his ear again, reminding him to relax as I massaged his taint from behind. I kept my voice a lulling monotone and gently worked my fingertip inside then wagged it side-to-side, careful not to stretch him too much at once. Adding a second one, he reared back, pressing close to me with a raw needy whimper. His hand went to his exposed cock, covering it and grinding it into his palm at the same time. "Shhhh," I comforted softly, "almost there, love. Almost there." When I could easily open both fingers, I replaced them with the vibe head and turned it on. He panted softly, swallowing what I reasoned to be squeals. I wiggled the vibe a slow inch deeper, my thumb toying with his balls. "Want more?" I asked. "Uhhh huh, please," he begged. I was very shy about the idea of strapping him, having never done it and being afraid that I'd look silly or hurt him. He seemed so ready for it though that it was the only thing on my mind as I watched his sexy ass lustily wiggle for the vibe until the adjustment knob pressed against him. I gently took his hand and the key, and he shuffled into the room beside me. It was ten after eight. I exercised most of my self-restraint in not sucking his cock as its perfect contoured head drooled for me like an excited mouth. As Sean bent to pull his khakis on, I pressed my hand to his back. "Mmmm stay like that a minute," I said, wiggling the vibe out most of the way. He moaned loudly again I lubed its entire length until it gleamed and exhaled around it to warm it up before sliding it back in, to his quick gasp and longer sigh. I shoved his boxers all the way down. "No underwear. We're not coming back til late," I said, "so grab whatever you want for a few hours." He looked adorably confused, and I kissed his lips softly, my hip brushing ass and teasingly nudging the vibe back and forth inside him to the gratifying sound of a whimper. ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ I took him to one of the largest surviving public parks on the eastern coastline. "That's Mount Misery and Mount Joy," I said, pointing first to a sprawling snow-darkened peak that melted into a low plateau of purple clovers, still obvious against the light pollution from the city. Sean stopped rocking on the vibe in his ass long enough to stare at the mountains. "And those, my dear, are deer," I said, slowing to a crawl on the road and lifting my hand from the thigh that I squeezed. The deer harem mulled harmlessly to the other side, taking their sweet time. Sean gave a long moan beside me, and I kissed his cheek gently. He'd been bucking on the vibe since we left, scrunching in the seat to stimulate his prostate then slouching when the sensation became too intense. I'd made him walk into Little Italy with it in place, my hand lovingly pressed to his ass to lend a sense of security. He'd looked at me with relief that faded into hot humiliation and restraint as I tilted it deeper. I played with his ass cheeks, my evil grin begging him to moan while we waited in the crowded restaurant for our food. I grinned deviously as we neared the memorial arch. "This is a u-turn," I whispered, fishtailing out onto the abandoned cobble road. I could barely keep my eyes on it as I nudged the car back down into second gear and slowly trekked up the old stones. The salty aroma of cheese steaks wafted enticingly from the bag between his legs, but my eyes were more transfixed on the straining crotch of his pants and the little stain of pre-cum dotting them. Sean wiggled and squirmed on his makeshift plug, moaning unevenly. "Ohhhh God, Pleeeeeeeease," he begged with each bump, but I didn't think he knew what he was begging for. -Neither did I, in fact. I pulled from the road into a Sycamore-choked parking area. "How long can we stay here," Sean asked. His thigh twitched, and he looked around the car nervously. "All night if we like," I answered, grabbing the food from between his legs and pressing a kiss to the hard bulge in his pants, "definitely long enough for dinner and dessert." He walked bow-legged by this time, the soda bottles that he carried keeping him from adjusting his toy. From the rear, I urged him forward, my car's emergency blanket draping my arm like a flag as we hiked the steep hill. Through the pine trees, he wiggled, and I watched his ass cheeks clench around the vibe until, near the shadow of Mount Misery, we came to a clearing floored by soft pine needles. A tight ring of old-growth evergreens watched us as I put the food down, spread the blanket, and sat then stretched out my legs. Crisp, slightly wet, and decidedly not Californian in nature, the air would be cold to him, though it wasn't to me. "Come here baby," I murmured, wrapping him in my arms when he sat between my thighs. "Put your legs up," I whispered against his ear, and he wrapped them around my waist. "Ohmmm," he groaned immediately as I centered his weight on the vibe and rocked him in my arms. I asked gently, "Are you cold?" "Uh huh," he shivered. My hands strode up and down his back, and I wiggled into a mostly Indian-style position beneath him, lifting his body from the still-cool blanket and holding him close. He began to rock again, and I moved with him. The vibe slipped as low as it could in his pants with each contraction then thrust in again. His long moans drew kisses and long flickers of tongue from my smiling lips. "I think everyone in that place knew you had my big dick up your ass," I purred, kissing up his throat encouragingly. "Mmmm the way you ground back so hard. You're lucky your t-shirt's long." As I listened to his growing moans and felt him shiver, I grinned mischievously and tore the foil hotwrap around one of the long sandwiches. "Wh...what are you doing?" he half whimpered, his bounces slowing. "Well, you looked so busy, I figured I'd feed you," I answered, breaking a piece of the warm shredded chicken and cheese-laden bread then gently lifting it to his mouth. He took the food that I offered with a blush then sucked my fingers ravenously. Once he finished, I sucked at them in return, tasting him and the salt of fried onions. He broke the next piece and fed it to me then followed my lead, enthusiastically flicking his tongue across his fingers. I kissed his nose lovingly before stealing a long sip of punch from the bottle and passing it to him. He stared at me perplexed though he accepted the two liter. "Thought you only liked diet," he said, taking a long drink. I grinned wolfishly then swallowed. My tongue traced the lines on his hand, the punch staining his skin hot red to memorialize my licks. He groaned, bouncing a little harder on my thighs. Crickets chirped through my whimpers as he brushed a red kiss across my nipple, his hot tongue staining the little pellet until my nails roughly scraped his hair. Halfway through the bread, I took another draw from the punch and dipped my fingers into my mouth, signing my name across his heart in cursive. He groaned and tilted me back. His mouth covered mine, kissing me hotly as his slick fingers groped my breasts. Deer snorted and clacked their horns, and a screech owl yelled a war cry at its panicked prey. His tongue shot down my throat to my nipple, long shivers exploding through my back. My neck arched, watching the sky spin above us. When he finished marking me five or six times for my one, I exclaimed, "Cheater!" with mock indignation. "Mmm," he groaned, "need to change the rules if that's cheating." I nodded agreeably and nudged his shirt up. "Two places each time," I purred, running my wet fingers around his nipple and down his ribs then lapping away the grease. He groaned; his shirt pulled up, his pants strangling his pulsating cock, and his body stained with wound-like slashes of red, I sat back to examine my handiwork. "Mmmm, you look perfect," I whispered, delivering a quick red lick to his cheek. The long sandwich was gone with much of the punch, and I balled up the wrapper and put it in the bag. "Good?" I asked. "Very," he nodded, eyes tilted toward the sky. I kissed his nose again, my tongue sliding to his ear. "You look thoughtful," I murmured. He shivered, his fingers creeping up my chest and circling a red-splattered breast slowly. I sighed and arched into his touch while he stole a look around the pine trees huddled together to shield us from the wind. "Wondering about dessert," he said shyly and squeezed. My sigh drizzled into a smile. "You'll have to take your pants off," I admitted softly, "and lay back, much as I'd love to watch you turn your cock into a hammer head." He laughed and lay down beside me, the broad swirl of his head springing from his khakis though he kept his pants around his balls. "Mmmm nah uh," I commanded, "all the way down with your knees by your ears." He glanced up quickly, and I kissed his stomach. "Nobody will find us, and you won't get cold," I promised, "unless you stop rubbing your cock for me like a hot little slut." As soon as his pants fell, I covered one ball with my mouth, slurping and sucking it and corralling the warm air against his body with my shoulders. So swollen with cum that both wouldn't fit in my mouth, I kept a lube-slick hand against the other, massaging it slowly away from the one that I sucked. At his frantic moans, I slathered more lube around his hole, pulling the vibe halfway out slowly then shoving it back in hard. He squealed, his hips jumping against my face. "Oh God Selina pleeeeease can I cum?" he begged repeatedly, his head thrashing side to side as he stopped his rhythm. I kissed his taint then between his balls and covered them both with my warmer hand. Supporting them in the curve of my palm and using my thumb to keep them apart, I lifted them tenderly. Sean released another higher-pitched "Ohhhhhhhhm" that sounded almost like a prelude to ohmygod. I didn't give him permission, instead lowering my tongue to his hole and gently tracing its rim as I shoved the bucking vibe in faster with short grinding strokes. He panted uncontrollably, "Pleeeeeeeeease ohgod stoppppppp, ohhhhm, I can't..." I felt his balls contract in my hand, and I smiled against his hole, lapping the strawberry flavored lube from it with newfound enthusiasm. "Ohhm," he moaned shortly, "Ohhhhhhhh goddddddd." His calves flexed, and his body went completely rigid. The first blast of his hot cum splattered across his cheek, the next landing on his chest before his orgasm intensified again, and he covered his jaw, stroking himself feverishly. I continued kissing his hole, my hand gently massaging his balls to empty them while I used the vibe to milk his prostate. When his spraying cum dribbled to a trickle then stopped, I gently turned off the vibe. My heart pulsing in my ears made counting out the few breaths I wanted to wait easy, before I slid the toy from him slowly then dropped it beside the bottle of lube. My hands massaged his thighs as I coaxed them down, finally creeping up his body. Eyes closed, I knew his sugar and food warmth would soon wear thin. I gathered him in my arms and gently lapped his cum from his chest and stomach before I tugged his khakis back up. I nudged his shirt down, stroking his chest as I scooped the cum from his face with my tongue then fingers. He stirred a little, snuggling close to my chest and sucking one of my fingers into his mouth. I kissed his lips coaxingly. He groaned, returning my kisses with spent passion then sucking more of his dessert from my tongue. "Good?" I asked again. "Uhhh...uh huh," he sighed, looking absolutely, adorably exhausted. "-Not carrying you to the car," I teased, curling my body around his on the blanket. "I love you," he said softly, slits of green gazing into my face. I kissed his eyelids closed and grinned, whispering, "I love you too, Sean, but I'm still not carrying you to the car." Deepest Fantasies #03 Skin Deep I woke spooned with Sean in the minimalist hotel, my sopped golden mane dripping across an arm, which limply dangled toward my backpack stuffed with clothing. In the direct, heavy light flooding from thrown-back dusty curtains, I was naked and mostly exposed. My foot tangled with his under the scant white sheet, and I flailed briefly then coiled in the bed, hunting for more room. It was hopeless. His lanky body draped my back with my head tucked near his chin, allowing about an inch for my broad frame. "Mmm, hi angel," he groaned sleepily, long dark hair tickling my side as that gravitational skidding from the bed feeling pulled at my breast and hip. The digital clock read noon. I grabbed my numb arm and dredged it to the mattress then pushed back against him hard. -Still no good. "Morning baby," I murmured then finally flopped around until I faced him, the sheets a white knot at my ankle. Half asleep, his chest heaved another sigh, and his arms wrapped me like a new blanket. I kicked the sheet from the bed then nosed his neck and snuck my legs between his, wiggling until I smelled the hotel soap on his skin. "Do you want to get up?" I asked quietly, nudging him until he was on his back. Slender arms squeezing slightly, his head lolled lazily. "Mmmm nah uh," he murmured against my hair. My teeth dragged to his pale coral nipple, and I grazed it gently. "Are you sure?" I asked. The peak contracted like his groan, and I felt him tense under my breasts. His cock stiffened completely against my thigh. "Have to pee," he sighed, silvery leaf-green eyes slowly slipping from under a long dark fringe. I grinned and kissed his face, pressing my lips against his temple lovingly. "Hope you're getting up for that, or we'll owe them a bed," I teased. His fingers curled around my naked breast and squeezed, gently working the quarter-sized pink nub into a tiny berry with his thumb. "Can't," he murmured over my little moans. I slunk from his slender hips, pouting at the cool of the bed as I watched him stumble sleepily toward the bathroom. I didn't even remember what it looked like, I realized, and I didn't remember bringing my bag in from the car the night before. –Mmmm, the night before. If I could have kept him forever, hot and panting, I would have. I DID remember him bouncing on my thighs, riding the big vibe in his ass like the antidote to a particularly virulent poison. I remembered the pleasure-filled clench of his face as he exploded for the first time in my squeezing slick cunt. I remembered his tight ass vibrating against my hand and his smooth chest covered in hot bursts of his cum. I wanted a picture of every moment. I glanced at my bag again. "Gotta love technology," I murmured, unzipping the case of my Kodak digi-cam. Sean asked, "Hmm?", and I nearly dropped the camera. Clutching it to my stomach, I turned and gazed at him as he pulled the bathroom door closed then snapped a picture of him in his boxers. It would definitely be one of those shots for my hard-drive, the kind I'd drool over like a thirteen-year old scouring the pages of Teen, once he finished visiting. He sat beside me, and I bit my bottom lip. "I'm feeling a little exposed here," I said, casting a baleful glance at his boxers. He wrapped his arms around me and put the camera beside the clock. "Better?" he asked, nuzzling my hair. I shook my head then tangled my legs around him, tugging him to the bed on his side. He slowly stroked my ribs, and I felt his eyes on my face a few times, though mine remained closed. "Ya know, I think you're beautiful," he murmured, his thumb following the line of my lower abdomen. I sucked in a harsh breath but didn't argue. My mind spiraled through its usual denials. I was too thin up top, too fat below. My slate-blue eyes were squinty and my nipples too big for my small breasts. The list was endless, but Sean was cautious with his compliments. "I know it doesn't matter what I thi...," he began. I crushed my lips to his, fingers curling against his warm damp shoulders as he caressed the soft brownish-red patch below my pelvis. My hips rocked to his rhythm, and I moaned softly. "Maybe it matters a little," I quivered, my leg draping his hip and trying to urge his fingers closer to my molten core. My clit throbbed again, begging for his attention, but he continued slowly petting me, occasionally splaying his fingers against my abdomen or inner thigh. Kisses washed like steamy raindrops along my throat, his soft moans teasing my ear. When my head fell loosely and my back arched, he lapped at the smooth skin of my chest, drawing tight circles around the nipple with his tongue. My eyes slipped half-closed, aroused into bucking against an invisible cock as he played with my slick fleshy outer lips. His fingertips traced the cleft into my body, and I whimpered loudly, his gentle teasing coaxing more juices from my overflowing folds. He brushed my lower lip with his slick fingers, and I lapped at one then took it deep into my mouth. Sean moaned, and his hips wriggled toward mine as my cheeks hollowed around his offering. The camera flash jolted my eyes open again. Apparently, we had the same idea. He grinned and showed the still capture of me sucking his fingers. "Good, but I plan on taking tons of pictures of you," I breathed, nipping the curve of his wrist lovingly. "Mmm?" he asked, cupping my cheek. "You should probably get even now and get yours in," I whispered hoarsely, "then draw me." Maybe he could show me what he found so exciting. He smiled and kissed my lips several more times. "Mmmk, but you can't cheat and distract me." I screwed my face into a wide-eyed look of innocent insult. "Known you too long for that to work," he snorted. I took the camera from his hands and turned on the video capture. "So, Mr. Strikkuj, what do you look for in your models," I drawled, the camera angle sliding down his body. His chest tightened, and the thin black cotton of his boxers twitched. Sean laughed and snatched it back. "She should be able to hold still for a lo..." he started seriously, as he centered it on my face. The sleek silver-lidded eye slid progressively lower on long moans from its operator as my tongue flicked and teased warm skin. I grinned mischievously and nudged his boxers down completely around his knees. "...or she could do that," he sighed, zooming in on me as I rubbed my face against his thigh. I lapped gently along the inside, gazing at his tilted chin. Propping his back on pillows, Sean eased a hand over the bed and retrieved a mechanical pencil and white booklet. "You promised not to cheat," he groaned loudly as I cleaned his pre-cum drenched cockhead with a long swirl of my heavy tongue. I lifted his legs onto my shoulders, my arms bracing his thighs as my fingers surrounded his nipples. Their warmth gently pressed the tight nubs in while my nails scraped around them. "I need to be like this for the drawing I want. Is it *really* cheating," I asked with a pout, my broad lick following the reddened line of his taint, "because I think you like it." "Uhghmm, not cheating," he trembled, a knee jerking against my shoulder, "but won't get much drawing in." His wobbly hands lifted the camera again then snapped pictures of me between his thighs, his elbows drawn tight against his chest. I moaned softly, slowly suckling each of his balls like small tits. "Mmmm, I want to see these in clamps," I whispered, pinching and tugging gently at his nipples. He yelped, and I soothed the excited nubs with more gentle strokes. "I bet you wouldn't stop squealing for me." "Mmmmhmm," he moaned behind more snaps and flashes from the mechanical eye. "Maybe... with a strap?" I broached, exhaling warmly down his blushing taint. "Ohhmmmm, I'd bounce and moan like a horny bitch," he breathed on a long shuddering gasp. "Are you my horny bitch," I drawled softly. He sucked in a loud gasp and nodded several times. "Mmm uh huh... I'm your horny bitch," he groaned. As my nails scraped his chest into hot red lines, the camera flashed several more times. I rubbed my finger across his fluttering hole and surrounded his hot thudding head with my mouth. "Mmmm suck me," he grunted, his hips bucking the fat fleshy tip deeper. Grinning around it, I tugged back enough to cradle his pulsing end on my tongue, gently rolling it side to side in my mouth. "Seliiiiiiiiinaaa," he protested hotly, the camera clutched limply in his hand. I squeezed his hips lovingly and rubbed my face against his frustrated pole. "Put the camera on the table," I commanded, "on video." He fumbled with the menus, groaning and bucking his hips into my ministrations before he found the right settings. The camera clicked as he put it on the table, and the lens adjusted its depth, automatically finding its moving targets. "I want you to draw me," I murmured, kissing the seam of his cock slowly, "while I suck you off." "Please, feels ... sooooooo gooood," he whimpered brokenly in *the voice*. He couldn't possibly know what that tone did to me. Halfway between a throaty moan and a whimpering purr, it lit a fire in my crotch that burned hotter than California wilds. My breath turned into panting gasps. I was going to rape him if he kept it up. Instead, I lapped in long lollypop-like licks from his balls to his swollen tip, swirling my tongue around it. "Just suck me," he continued to beg throatily, shoving his sketchbook to the side and pulling on my wrists. "Pleeeeeeeeease Selina." I lifted my face, catching a flash of copper-green as I nudged his dark fur-dusted legs from my shoulders. After kissing each of his widely spread thighs, I watched my reflection crawl up his body in his hazy eyes. Hot kisses and a scalding tongue flicked over my ears and throat, moans following. Our hips built a thrashing machine of brittle skin over crashing bones. My nails dug his shoulders, and through creaks from the mattress and our labored cycles of breath, I heard him moan, "turn." Suddenly, I didn't feel so brave, but trust spun me without argument. He pushed me forward slightly, the tip of his tongue wiggling my clit before tracing a line from it to my uncomfortably vacant opening. I whimpered softly, my thighs trembling as I fought to keep my weight from his face, but Sean wouldn't have that. -Not even a little bit. He pulled me down and licked ravenously around my swollen button again, his fingertip thrusting with shallow teasing that promised something bigger. My nails scraped his calves, and my toes curled as his cool exhales tickled my tight furless star. My tongue slathered his cock in frantic hungry licks, and my hands lifted his balls with the same hot passion. I groaned when his fingers pulled away, rocking recklessly against his jaw and nose, which he eagerly submitted. The cool squirt of lube drew a soft oooo, which quickly found his cock in my mouth. I moaned and sucked it deeper as his hot fingers poked my tight ass, spreading the heavy scent of oily sugar-laden strawberries. Wet moans broke the tickling sensation of his vibrating head against the back of my throat, and the soft hum of his toy brought drastic mmmphs! each time he dragged it from my clit to my clenching pussy. Saliva pooled at the base of his rod while his pre-cum doused the back of my throat. I clawed his thighs, and he slowed the frenzied piston of his hips long enough for me to squeal and arch my back hard into the hum of the vibe he slowly pushed into my ass. His lips never idled around my clit, gently coaxing louder moans from me as my surprise passed at the invasion. "Filling all your holes," he murmured before covering my clit again. His finger slid just inside my soaked pussy and wagged, his other hand positioned on my ass. He kept me exposed, rubbing the humming plastic inside me via one cheek while he softly licked around the vibe, turning it down whenever my breath grew erratic. Mr. Tease. I would have my revenge. Lurid spanking fantasies rushed my fevered mind. I'd tie him up and squeeze, pinch, and spank that tiny ass. No, I'd paddle him raw and red and begging. No, maybe I'd use a cane. My planned aggression knew no restraints as he tormented me. Wetness splashed down my thighs, overflowing as I bucked on his fingers, the vibe, and his wiggling, thumping tongue. My voice rose to beg around his cock, my fingers pressing behind his balls toward his prostate as I whimpered out incoherent pleas. He bit one cheek of my ass gently, earning a long shaky gasp and the momentary still of my hips. His hands rubbed the mark slowly, cupping my ass cheeks and pressing them together in a firm massage. "Mmmmm please make me cum," I repeated. My eyes closed tightly as I unevenly sucked his cock, lifting with each stroke to tease the swelling head with my tongue. "Keep doing that," he moaned encouragingly, his kisses lashing my clit frantically again. I didn't answer him but did as he said, muffled sounds of pleasure gagged against his slick shaft. The steamy satin of his tongue tickled, and his fingers teased then tapped around the vibe. I squealed against his cock as he increased his pace, and my clit swelled and throbbed. My ears rang, and my lungs suddenly ached as I exhaled around his stiff pole. I pulled my mouth from it, biting into his thigh as my back arched. "God ... Sean, make me ... cum," I demanded roughly, bracing my hands on his legs and grinding against his face. My hips rocked to the blood song in my ears, pushing the vibe deeper and bucking on his fingers ravenously. Hot fingers circled my shoulder and pulled me back, the angle tilting until I squealed anew. Each digit inside me seemed to swell to the size of another cock, and the room tilted dizzily. "Cum for me," Sean moaned, his voice raw against the folds of my body, his grip keeping me from touching his cock as he returned to licking my clit. Pressure built in the pit of my stomach. Like a spring, I coiled tighter, squeals of his name starting near the throbbing pleasure in my crotch. My face lowered to his thigh again, nails raking one side as my excitement intensified into a feeling close to falling. "Oh, god you're going to make me... oh...please mmm there..." I couldn't finish a sentence, my nails digging his thighs even harder. "Oh god, Sean!" I screamed, bucking furiously against his tongue as he sucked and stroked my swollen nub. Like an erupting volcano, my core squeezed the fingers he gently wiggled in my soaked constricting depths, and my ass seized on the vibe. "Ohmmmmm," I exhaled against his sweaty hot skin as the last spasms faded into a long thorough milking of his fingers. He stroked the curves of my hips and ass gently, his face resting against my leg. I released a soft mmmmg as the vibe slid from me and bit his thigh at the intense sensation. "Selina," he murmured, his thumb tracing my clit again. The contact prompted an over sensitive shudder of my hips and a cry of pleasure-filled pain. He kissed the sensitive crease of my inner thigh, and his voice lowered a timbre. "Come ride my cock, angel." A soft groan escaped me, and I kissed his still twitching cock before straddling his chest. "Mmmhmm," he sighed, dark curtains of lash slowly falling across his eyes until they disappeared entirely. My juices glimmered across his nose, chin, and lips. I licked him clean gently as I rubbed my parted pussy lips up and down his cock. "It's so sensitive," I bemoaned softly, my clit bumping him each time. His fingers found my nipples, and he toyed with them gently, prompting a quick bite to his shoulder and a grin. "Those are too!" I yowled in half-hearted protest. "Mmmm, but I like them," he countered lazily, grinding his hips up to mine slowly. I bit down on my lip hard, close to yelping each time my body collided with his. The pleasure was too intense. "I want to try anal," I breathed. "-Just did," he teased, his fingers walking up and down my chest. "No, I mean... you..." I blushed. "I want you to fuck my ass." He stared at me, obviously surprised. I was always anti-anal. In fact, it was surprising to us both that I let him go as far as I did with the toy. Pulling me into a soft kiss, he murmured, "Mmmmk angel," then nudged me until I knelt by his side. "You just have to relax." I lifted my ass for him, wiggled it, and moaned as I lay my cheek on the bed. Sean's grin matched mine, and he massaged my wagging ass-cheeks. "Mmmm gonna be kinda cold," he murmured, squirting lube onto his fingers then brushing them across my tight bud. I gasped and bucked toward then away from him, hips churning. His hot breath drizzled down the back of my sweating spine as his finger inched inside. "Just relax, Selina. Relax angel," he exhaled. "I won't hurt you." His opposing hand stroked the fleshy soaked folds of my labia, and I rocked back against his finger until he added a second one. My cunt oozed cum and new wetness, whimpers parting my lips constantly as his fingers slipped in and out on the lube. "Please fuck me," I begged, muffled by the mattress. "Mmmm, what was that?" Sean asked, adding another finger. He paused, cautiously rotating all three digits and tickling my sensitive pink insides. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease fuck me, Sean!" I squealed into the bed. "I want your cock so bad." He resisted my begging as well as I resisted his, and his fingers slipped out of me on a ragged breath. He turned me over on my back. "Put your legs up, angel," he murmured, deftly crossing them with an arm when I did. The thick fleshiness of his tip rubbed and rotated against my twitching hole as goose bumps prickled my shoulders. His caress slid between us, teasing the throbbing stud hidden in my secret folds. Beneath my skin, every nerve flared, burning like a phoenix for the world to see through the curtains. I wanted him to fuck me more than I ever had. "Mmmm, please, Sean," I begged again, louder this time as my small breasts flushed and heaved before me. I tugged at a rock-hard nipple, whimpering and bouncing my ass enticingly against him. "It's gonna hurt," he fretted, his thumb stroking my clit toward my navel. "Ughh, I don't care," I gasped, consumed by the pleasure flooding my cunt. I wiggled my ass encouragingly again, and he pushed forward, his hand kneading my upturned hip hard. It felt like he would grind me forever before his broad head popped inside, and a sudden yelp squeaked past my lips. Slivers of pain raked my insides like a cracking sunburn, but Sean held me still, his breath softly soothing while his fingers stroked my pussy. "Relax for me, angel," he purred, barely moving, his fingers strained against my sweaty skin. I rocked against him slowly, growing bolder when I realized that he was as nervous as I. The initial pain faded into warm buzzing, and I grasped his hip, pulling him into me harder. "Fuck me, Sean," I gasped softly. "It's okay, you can fuck me." "Mmmm, thanks," he half-teased, pushing back to the purple tip of his throbbing cock then slamming in. It felt five times bigger, and I instinctively tilted my hips higher, whimpering loudly. "So big," I groaned. "God, I love your dick." The grin in Sean's voice grew, and he pushed my legs back even further. "My dick thanks you," he mumbled, pumping against me quickly, "Ohmmm and loves you too." My ass bounced and wiggled for more, the sensitive ring on fire as I tugged harshly on my nipple. Clit no longer painfully sensitive, my thumb spread my blushing purplish lips wide, and my index finger attacked the hard pearl. Sean groaned. "Mmmm, love your balls slapping my ass," I murmured, devilish grin prancing across my face. Deepest Fantasies #03 His breath elevated from pants to gasps. "Next time, I'm going to spank your ass and give it to you til you squeal, you dirty little slut." His arm trembled against my legs, and he pulled back completely with each thrust, ramming into me and whimpering. My hand sped against my clit, pants a matching cyclone around his. "Mmmm yeah, I'll show you how it's done. You won't be able to walk for a week." My pussy drooled for his cum uncontrollably while my ass squeezed him each time he shifted above me. Sean's eyes closed, whites barely visible around my thighs. A thrumming melody vibrated the ring of my ass, and every muscle in my body tightened. "Mmmmm oh Sean," I gasped again. "Ohmm God, mmmm yes!" My fingers left my nipple and scraped down his waist, pulling him closer as my body seized around his thrusting cock. "Selina," he gasped over me, the quick cries of our orgasms blending into a symphony of brilliant pleasure. His hot cum rushed inside me like a dam bursting, dousing the raw walls of my well-used ass. His voice was a choked, heavy 'ohhhhhh'. I wiggled against the warm sensation and moaned with him as it slowed, feeling him gradually soften inside me. "Mmmm, I love you," I groaned, eyes tilting toward him then lingering with tangible warmth. Sean slowly slid out of me, arms wrapping my shoulders like a tight blanket. "Love you too, angel," he murmured tenderly against my ear. "Swear though, if you keep teasing like that, I'm going to rape you or beat you or..." I trailed. He clicked off the camera with a grin then tickled his fingers across my hardened nipples. I squirmed and whimpered softly as his other hand found the cleft of my body. "Mmmmm oh Sean," I groaned, "stop, you know it's...ohhh...," even as my thighs spread for him. "Wanted to know what the other or was," he murmured with a silly grin and gently pulled his hand away. He lapped my wetness from it. I swatted his shoulder playfully then tugged him tight to me. "You'll see," I sighed, inhaling the scent of his hair and holding him tight. Deepest Fantasies #04 Yaya; it was the one place the average blond girl could go for a pack of Joe Lights and vast hordes of munchies at 2 AM. The divinity of such invention upstaged only by the fact that they additionally provided free ATM service, I left Sean in his hotel room, stewing in cartoon *meep-meep*s and flashy colors while I ran across the street to retrieve our necessary vices: caffeine and sugar for me, nicotine for him. The walk was a mere quarter mile, but by the time the hot convenience store air slapped my iced blue eyes and wind-rosy skin, I shook like an orgasm-deprived maniac on her first fix. "Wha-huh?" the sixty-something clerk asked while I struggled unsuccessfully to meld into the counter. A previous run-in with the surcharge-free cash machine dribbled from one sweaty palm, while the soda and sweets thudded from the other onto the dusty checkout. He dropped the Camels, and I cleared my throat. "A bottle of Bull Rush," I said a bit more clearly, looking into his drably bored brown eyes. "At your age?" he guffawed, hunched body lurching forward. "Need to see some I.D." I snickered but pulled my license from my opera coat's velvety pocket without a word about my sudden plunge into the fountain of youth. Struggling vainly to keep my entire body from blushing at the man's back, I placed it on the counter. "I uh... always wondered what happened if you gave it to a healthy guy," I rambled nervously then bit my tongue. His guffaw turned to a cackling riot of blue plaid. I half expected him to spit some chaw over a shoulder as he relocked the Plexiglas case housing all manner of drugs. "He'll pound nails with it," he smirked, passing my change and ID back to me. "That it?" I nodded, snatched everything from the counter like a woman under the gun, and retreated through the huge silvery doors. "Thanks for CUMming to Yaya!" he called after me with a last cackle. Frigid, under stars cutting bright holes in the inky sky, I ran back to the motel, thankful that an abandoned night meant no more strangers. When I flung open the room door, however, the neon gleam and flicker of the television were my only greetings. I frowned then locked it behind me. "Sean?" I called uneasily, glancing at the mirrored closet. Its metal guides protruded like a pair of sharp blades from eerily gaping doors. Dropping everything beside the bed then tossing my long coat across the fake wooden chair, I peeked inside and yanked the doors closed. Yosemite Sam bounced across the screen, his ass on fire and his stubby legs spread wide enough that he could have bent and given HIMSELF head as he shouted, "Vamint, I'munna blow ya ta smithereens!" I jumped. Guns exploded on screen, and I jumped again, lunging toward the television to extinguish it. In the absence of Technicolor and against the dim silvery hiss of the dying signal, the room was too silent and dark. Faint wet footprints in the beige carpet led toward the bathroom. "Sean," I called again, gaze finally sweeping toward a faint slash of light coming from the cracked door, "baby, are you okay?" The sickly roil of some kind of bad horror movie fish-hooked my stomach east and west as I nudged it further. " I got the..." I struggled to finish the sentence then closed my suspended jaw. "Didn't know how to tell you," he murmured softly, a hand glued to his hip, "so here I am." Huddled beside the hotel's square bathroom mirror, the thinnest pair of legs I ever saw in black thigh high stockings uneasily swayed left and right. He'd combed his wet dark hair into a long low tail that constantly brushed the black leather skirt he also borrowed, leaving glittery trails of water across the slight curve of his ass. On the sink counter, my ruffled ivory poet's shirt and silvery padded Wonder Bra endured the rough rake of his nervy fingernails. Sean's expressive green eyes stared at me like wide dark tunnel mouths, the grey drowned in panic and excitement. I finally coughed out my immediate surprise then reached for him, bracing my hand gently on his lower back. "I see you don't think your tits are big enough either," I joked lamely, gesturing at the bra pinned under his hand. He turned every shade of red, and I curled him close, offering my neck for his embarrassment. In my churning mind, however, his being a virgin until just two days before found new potential significance. I held him as long as I could silently, bracing myself in the warm thuds of his heart. "Do you like guys?" I finally asked, ever to the point. Sean lifted his head and blinked at me indignantly. "No," he said matter-of-factly, "definitely no." "Then I'm confused," I mused, relaxing only long enough to grow aware of how uncomfortable I was. "You like anal play, have a strap fetish, you're WEARING MY CLOTHES..." My voice accelerated with each new accusation. He raised an eyebrow at me and stepped back. "And...you... you're just entirely TOO GREAT!" I charged. I knew the feeling of the other shoe falling, and this was it. Leave it to me to overlook for a decade that my most massive crush was in the closet WITH the lingerie. Sean gazed at me silently. With sudden revelation, I realized that his goatee was gone, including any hint of sideburns. Maybe he was bi. Well, I wasn't good at sharing. I never had been, and I'd no desire to learn. "What the *hell*, Sean?" I exhaled noisily. He didn't touch me but stood as reserved as an abandoned mountain while I ranted. "I'm not gay," he repeated. "So you're bi?" "I don't like guys." "But...why, I mean... what makes a difference if it's a strap or some guy's cock?" I argued. My eyes threatened to spill, and that was violent territory. I squeezed one set of fingertips in the other palm, seizing a bit of ever-dwindling control. "Well, you gotta like the person attached," he reasoned quietly. "It's not like women go around screwing every guy that has a cock." "That's debatable," I sullenly grumbled. "Those are sluts, Selina," he whispered, lifting a hand to my cheek tenderly. "You're my angel. It's not like YOU go around screwing every guy that has a cock." My jaw quivered, and I looked him over scrutinously. "I just don't get why you'd think that," he pondered, taking another tactic. "I know you don't like women and wouldn't hook up with one because she could penetrate you with a dildo." "-Because I don't understand." Slow tears limped down each cheek, but instead of screaming or hitting, I released my fingers and leaned heavily on Sean's damp slender chest. "...and I don't know what to ask TO understand...this." He wrapped his arms around me, his palms gently walking my spine. "Can ask me anything. You know that," he murmured, warm breath smoothing my hair. "Just a lil disconcerting, your girlfriend thinking you might be gay." "I was afraid," I confessed as I curled my cold fingers against him. "I... just wanted the worst gone. I can't share, not you." Sean shivered before he lifted a tissue from the box beside the mirror and dabbed at my tears. "It's okay," he murmured slow and soothingly. "I'm all yours." "When did it uhm... you know, start?" I asked and wrapped a possessive hand over his small waist. "When did S&M start for you?" he answered, balling the tissue and dropping it into the wastebasket. He didn't seem mad, just a little frustrated. For that matter, I was pretty damn frustrated myself. He had a point however. Isolating my interest in mind games and control was an exercise I never accomplished. My fantasies stretched back to my beginnings with sex, and I'd told him that many times. I gnawed my lip. Sean's hand stroked my back delicately, but I felt it tremble through my thin black velvet dress. My god, he must be mortified, I realized. The sink leaked several steadying heartbeats. Gulping a deep breath, I gazed into his eyes. "So, no guys, not even if I want a ménage et trois?" He smiled faintly. "Do you want a ménage et trios?" "Hell no," I answered, gently kissing his lips, "I want you to only be mine. I want you every day. I want you..." His smile expanded with each demand. "...I want you to not have your stockings twisted," I said, kneeling slowly, my gaze holding his. Sean laughed through a blush. "Yeah, I'm not that experienced wi..." I kissed his thigh softly and nudged the elastic down completely. "What're you doing?" he asked as I repeated the process with the other skewed piece of nylon until both hung like limp over my forearm. "Dressing you," I said flippantly and rolled his skirt down then off, planting a line of kisses along the crease of his thigh. Stiff flesh, not quite buried under pale lavender netting and ivory cream lace, twitched through the thong panties I wore the day before. "Everything of mine is too big on you," I observed, my palm stroking his rougher thigh. "Mmmmm, guess so," he groaned, sliding his legs open and his eyes shut. "I don't care. Just happy you're not mad." "I'm curious," I murmured softly, "but we have time. Did you come in here for something, baby?" "Mmmhmm," he said, "shower." "My clothes just spontaneously appeared after you did?" I lapped lightly at his knee, barely touching it with my tongue. Sean shuddered and arched his back, leaning heavily on the sink. "Mmhmm. Tricky bastards." I smiled and shook my head at him then kissed his tensed inner-thigh. His hair dripped over my arms as I nuzzled my cheek to his slender hip and snatched my bra and blouse from the sink. "How was it?" I asked, cupping the tiny globes of his ass and kneading them together firmly through the silky fabric. Sean moaned and wagged against the hot folds. "Kinda lonely," he sighed, a hand winding through my hair. His legs slid open even further, pulsing body wordlessly begging for attention. "How about a bath?" My nipples turned to little gems at the thought of his soaked naked chest. I slipped up his thighs, my velvety breasts dragging until they pressed tightly to his torso. "I kinda wanted..." "...to get dressed?" I interrupted, nibbling his neck. The clothing fell to the floor, and I squeezed his tiny ass with firmer, more demanding rubs. "Uhmm mmhmm," he moaned, his shiver spiraling a rollercoaster-like contraction of excitement through my deepest insides. I didn't care if he wanted to dress like a woman, a man, or a penguin. My body throbbed as if I'd never been hot before. I plucked the unopened travel-sized bottle of moisturizer from the bathroom counter, eyeing the smooth drooling head of his cock hungrily. "Do you like wearing my dirty panties?" I purred softly, the cap skittering into the sink as I ground between his thighs. The crisp tangy scents of aloe and vanilla wreathed my next words. "Does it make you feel naughty?" Sean's lips parted for another moan, and I kissed them soundly. My tongue brushed the bottom one, tenderly flirting its way inside his hot mouth as I ground the velvety warmth of my dress against his straining panty-camouflaged crotch. "Mmmm, you don't need to answer that," I teased breathlessly. "Sel...lina?" he exhaled the moaning question of my name with a long shiver and another needy rub against me. "Let me take care of you," I answered with a reciprocal quiver. Sean closed his eyes. One by one, I dipped the tips of my fingers into the bottle then rubbed them together. His breath caught as I worked the lower curve of his jaw with my thumbs, caressing upward tenderly. "Relax," I cooed gently, feathering kisses over each of his eyelids. "Just relax." "Mmmmm," he sighed, reaching up and squeezing my flushed breast. I moaned and covered his lips with mine, stroking them side to side as my fingers lightly pressured the hollows behind his ears. The rough tickle of his palm teased my excited skin against the satiny hold of my bra, and I bit back a whimper. "So good to me," he exhaled, bringing another soft kiss. "Mmm," I shuddered, warm fingers untangling his from my tingling breast then blending a faint glisten of the creamy moisturizer from his chin toward his mouth. "If you don't stop that though," I panted, "I might do something drastic here." He sighed nonchalantly at my threat then groaned as I stroked the smooth column of his throat. "Are you ready to be my woman?" I purred lovingly against his ear, moaning as he dragged me closer. His back arched when my fingertips spread from his abdomen to his chest like tiny sunrays, and his palms hiked my knee-length dress, grasping my lower back and kneading firmly as I trapped his hard nipple in the warm slick webbing between two fingers. "Mmm, kinda," he exhaled nervously as I squeezed it to the tune of several sustained shudders. "Wanna go back to being a man after." "Well, I don't plan on cutting off your balls," I teased, "I've grown quite fond of them." Soft off-coral lips opened around the first breath of a protest. "If it makes you feel better though," I murmured against them, "I won't pluck your eyebrows down to razors." Sean flashed a smile and lowered his hands to my hips, grinding my weight side to side against his stiff crotch with a catch in his moan. "Who...who's doing the massaging here?" I protested halfheartedly, my tongue flicking down the side of his neck. "Mmmmm, both of us," he murmured, spreading me gently and tilting my weight with another tight gasp. My eyes slipped half closed as I circled his hard nipple with my fingernails, swished my hips, and released a little groan of pleasure. It turned quickly to protest as Sean's fingers slipped lower, tickling my thighs with warm circular tilts of his wrists. "Mmmm I love your body angel," he exhaled shakily, lacy black panties clinging to my wet folds as he rubbed against them. "Me too," I carelessly murmured, a similar unsteady tremor quaking my voice. He nuzzled his cheek to mine and whispered softly, "It's good you love your body too." I swatted his chest then playfully pinched the agitated little peak, earning another loud groan. "Smartass," I accused. His cock pulsed, and his hands clenched, delivering a gentle return swat to my swaying rear. "Mmhmm," he purred. "I love it though," I conceded as his pale lips parted deliciously for another few kisses. "I do." His legs wrapped mine, and he ground upward sharply, eyes narrowing in hot concentration. "You wanted to get dressed," I reminded reluctantly as wetness seeped around my tiny strip of panties, searching for his throbbing flesh. "Mmm, I do," he agreed halfhearted. My fingers clenched his chest, my lips whispering slickly along the side of his neck. We swallowed long gulps of air before I dropped into a fortune of black velvet and pale skin and hair at his size elevens. I kissed his rigid flesh and lapped at the pale purple bulb peaking over the softened lace trim of his panties. Under his oozing precum, I tasted myself as I followed the thong to his heavy raised balls. Sean released a low-timbered, awed "ohhhho" that loudly echoed some glorious new find, like a lost continent. My hands shook as I gently raised the stockings, smoothing them up his thighs. Despite my best effort to be tender, I ached to fuck him until he squealed like a woman, and I squirmed on the cold tiles at the tiny preliminary whimpers sneaking past his lips. He snatched the blouse and bra from the floor and hastily slid them over his head. My hands cradled his ankle, massaging gently through the shimmering nylon until he finished wrenching the silky fabric into place. With the hot black leatherette, I slid up his tiny hips, wiggling until I was flush against him. "Look baby," I commanded fluidly. Sean faced the mirror, and I wrapped my arms around him. My breast pushed tightly to his back, nipples tightened into excited pellets. Sean shivered and squirmed. I purred softly against his ear, "I love you," as my fingers kneaded his nipples through the blouse and bra. He moaned and pressed back against me, ass still slowly wagging. "I love you too," he panted softly as my kisses followed the delicate shell. I scraped his earlobe with my teeth, feeling an electric shudder pass from him to me. "Ohmmm, fuck me," he demanded eagerly, "mmm please, Selina." "I can't resist when you use that voice," I groaned, goose bumps lifting all over my flushed body at the needy breathless edge. Remaining intimately against his back, I steered him into the bedroom. My hands wandered his chest, squeezing and teasing before they explored the very firm rod buried under straining layers of mesh and glossy PVC. Sean bent and ground back against me as we moaned in unison. Under the hot friction of our arcing bodies, my dress piled atop my hips, and his skirt wriggled to the crest of the thigh highs. His moans turned into begging squeals as I alternated between firm squeezes and loving caresses. Ready to rip him apart, I took quick bites from the back of his neck and pushed him toward the bed. Sean dropped across it on his hands and knees, his vinyl-framed hips arcing into the steamy air. My foot collided with the pills as I stepped into a gentle swat of his wagging ass. The bottle rolled toward the window like a tiny Moroccan rattle, punctuated by an offbeat yelp from me. Sean's eyes leisurely opened. "Wha..." he wondered, hips still dancing side to side under the firm grind of my hand but slowing. "Well, know those herbal things for sex," I faltered, snatching the bottle into my free hand with a last rattle. "Not having fun, angel?" he worried softly, turning a wide, serious gaze on me. "No, I mean, yes. I mean, no, that's not what I meant," I stammered. Color rose to my cheeks. "I wanted to drive you even crazier." He laughed and grabbed my wrist, green eyes darkening back to lusty clover. "It's not funny," I groaned, a hand stroking his exposed neck, "I'm addicted to making you crazy. I want to make you forget everything but fucking me." "I already forget everything but fucking you," he moaned then kissed my lips several times when I climbed onto the bed beside him. As I mumbled and awkwardly panted out my defense, he tugged my dress off. The cold air hit my nipples with a soft gasp followed by a loud moan as his tongue lapped one through my thin purple satin bra. Releasing an agitated little grunt, he pulled it over my head and went back to his long licks, his fingertips tickling the throbbing little button of my clit through my lacy black panties. "...And I ... mmmm..oh..hh," I exhaled hotly when he pressed in, the bottle clattering to the bed as I tore at the frilly blouse with my nails. Sean grinned and grabbed the pills. "Thanks," he hastily murmured as I knelt there, shaking in pleasure then sighing in frustration. He shouldn't be so good at teasing me; it wasn't fair. He shred the plastic seal and downed two of them in a gulp before his tongue returned to bathing my contracting nipple. My hands swam in his hair, and I held his mouth to my flushed breast, whimpering a quick "w...w...welcome," before knocking him across the bed. Sean grinned lazily but arched into me as if he expected it, his fingers coaxing my upper thighs lower with leisurely scratches. My thighs squeezed his hips quickly, nails curled against his shoulders. "Mmmm god, I might rip you apart," I panted against his ear, trapping his panty-incased cock in the aching cleft of my body and pinching harshly at his nipple. His groans intensified with the threat. "Oh no?" he huffed, palms framing my exposed hips and lifting my weight to the straining mesh. I grit my teeth against soaking wetness as he continued teasing me, the musky taste of wanting tangible around us. Up and down, back and forth, he nudged until my frantic whimpers constantly trilled and his throat gleamed with hot kisses and reddened bites. Deepest Fantasies #04 Our moans caught and extended. Goosebumps flushed my entire body as his needy hips flicked shortly toward the steamy core of my wetness. With each wiggle, my tiny thong sagged lower until his leaking cock sprang into glistening freedom. I clawed his shoulders through the inconvenient blouse and lifted higher, legs spread. "Mmmmm...god...Sean," I whimpered, bucking violently. "Pleeeeeeease." The slick round plum of his head popped inside me through my lace panties, and we both gasped. In the hazy window of my vision, Sean's eyes rolled under their heavy lids, his quick breath ending in a long moan as the sopping fabric stretched. "Take them off meeee," I throatily pouted. My nails wore deep lines in the flimsy blouse covering his biceps, scraping for more leverage while my hips thrashed against the lace gag lodging his body torturously-shallow inside mine. With another long moan, Sean's fist twisted against my hip, and we laughed together as the stretched seam tore and slid down my opposite leg. "Animal," I accused between accelerating moans, rubbing my drenched folds from the throbbing base of his cock to the quivering head. "Grrr," he gasped playfully, his slick calf hooking behind my knee and rubbing the soaked panties. I yanked the pearly buttons on his blouse until I thought they might pop, exposing the lace-trimmed silver bra to my tongue's impatient flickers. Sean's hands whirled through my hair while my breath raced my heart and my frenzied nails whipped his ribs. "Mmmm there," I encouraged against his thinly veiled pelvis teased my clit, and I bounced against the silky softness coating his thighs. He lifted my hips and brought them down resolutely over his cock. We gasped in unison as the firm pulsing length easily slipped as deep as it could. "Mmmm ... yes," I shuddered, lifting slightly and tugging on his nipple. Eyes pinched closed and a hand curled around the back of my neck, his hips bucked into excited little cries. I opened my thighs wider, the stiff excited bud of my clit rubbing across his taut piled skirt with every long hysterical thrust. Sean's hand groped my tense ass, prying me open and pulling me deeper as his foot flexed desperately against my calf. "Ohoooo," I whimpered, nails cutting down his chest as my flesh slowly thudded around his excited shaft. Pleasure washed from each corner of his taut face and hovered over his lips like a kiss. He swallowed it in a long intense moan. "Ohooo god, Sean," I cried, hot fingers of satisfaction rocketing like fireworks up my teased passage. My head fell back, and my hips arched forward violently, bouncing him even deeper as my body milked his. "Cum for me," I pleaded repeatedly, narrowed gaze intent on his pleasure-filled face. His hands wrapped my hips, pinning me into his short, tight thrusts. I gasped and struggled to wiggle away, the pleasure pulsating between my thighs intensifying into an overwhelming sting. "Oh... Sean, oh ... godddddd," I whimpered uncontrollably, rising several frantic inches then heavily colliding with his hips like an animal struggling to climb a glass wall. I squeezed the vinyl skirt through my fingers and tugged. "Mmmm Selina," he breathed hotly, his moans intensifying into wonder-filled gasps. His hands pinned my swollen clit tight to the bunched material and my pussy to his hips, grinding me through my inflamed whimpers. "SELINA," he half-yelped and screamed, the corners of his eyes crinkled with severity. His pleasure rushed inside me like a tidal wave, and I gasped as it doused my inner walls then tickled with gravity. Each blast found my hips lifting higher before slamming down as I grasped frantically for the glowing bliss just slightly beyond my reach. "Oho...oh...mmmmmmmmm," I shuddered, my body throbbing and squeezing his softening shaft with tender unhurried spasms. "Oh...Sean," I groaned, burying my face in the gleaming dark fan of his hair that had spilled across the pillows. His arms enshrined me, residual shivers squeezing minutely through the last throes of my ecstasy. "I love you angel," he whispered, fingertips tenderly stroking little sections of my shoulder-length hair. "Mmmm," I sighed, "I love you too." "Is it okay?" he asked a little nervously. "It's just fine baby," I murmured leisurely. "Tomorrow, I have a surprise for *you*." "Mmmm," he murmured, cracking open an eye, "What is it?" I kissed his lips with a grin and settled against his pliant body. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise." "Mmmm," I heard him half-heartedly agree as I drifted to sleep, his body still lodged deep inside mine. Deepest Fantasies #05 Tomorrow came, but my only surprise was to take Sean shopping for girl clothes. Whispering his selections to me, he chose some impossibly short padded pink hotpants, a lacy white half shirt, white stockings, specialty high pink heels, and a matching hot pink wonderbra and panties. He wasn't allowed to wear them. "There will be a bigger surprise," I promised, but enacting the plan that hatched when I accepted that my ten-year crush came violently in women's clothing was harder than I anticipated. "Please," I begged over the telephone, as I watched him casually lean on the rail outside the motel, cunniling a cigarette, "I really NEED it for someone special." As his soft lips tickled and teased the end of the butt, I must have sounded desperate enough to melt hearts because the voice on the other end softened. "We have ONE still available, but it's SMALL," the receptionist said cautiously. Restraining the urge to squeal, I surrendered my necessary information, gushed thanks, and hung up. March wind whipped my short blonde hair into Sean's long dark locks as I stepped onto the balcony and slid my arms around his waist. I rubbed my face against his shoulder and draped a hand over his waist. His free hand slipped down and squeezed mine lightly. "Hey angel," he murmured. I struggled to keep my voice even, "Mmmm hey." He grinned and tossed the cigarette away then turned to wrap me close to him. "Am I the reason your heart's beating like a jack rabbit?" I kissed his lips soundly then giddily murmured, "Uh huh. Always. I want you to get your stuff together." Confusion flickered in his wide grey-green eyes before he said, "Allright." Then, "Is something wrong, angel?" I shook my head quickly and tried not to grin. "If you hurry, we can probably beat check out time," I frugally suggested. "Where we going?" He asked, reaching for the door and opening it for me. I didn't answer. "Where we going," was Sean's mantra of the morning and afternoon. I staved him off with earnest answers like, "To get something to eat," and "to pick up more clothes for me," until I ran out of legitimate destinations. "To buy heroin," I finally exhaled in frustrated deflection. "This doesn't quite look like the heroin neighborhood," he deduced as I parked the car behind a stone and brick two story. "You'd be so surprised," I answered flippantly and locked the car door after him. An ornate copper sign outside read, "Ace Four." Sean sent me a look of slow hope, wrought from too many nights of Texas Hold'em. "Is this...?" he whispered, swallowing hard. I nodded to his unfinished question with a triumphant grin. "How'd you know about it?" He asked, quickening breath channeling my earlier giddiness. I squeezed his hand. "EVERYONE knows about Ace Four. Traditional family protests are a new gender bender's best form of free advertising." I rapped with the bell shaped knocker at the side door, and a slit opened over a built in button-shaped microphone. "Sean and Selina, four thirty, week," I said, adhering to the "name, time, duration" code given to me that morning. The door swung into a cavern of vaulted ceilings, staircases, and plush carpeting then clicked shut behind us automatically. Sean squeezed my hand nervously, our eyes drawn to a voluptuous woman with skin like dark cocoa as she sauntered down the steps. Below a pile of straight raven-black hair, her green-rimmed eyes swallowed my heart as she walked, and I gulped. Muscular thighs, framed by the black mesh sides of her floor-length corseted green and gold dress, gracefully propelled her toward us on three inch heels as if stone was air. "My name's Julian," she said huskily and clasped our hands between hers, "Welcome to Ace Four." The baritone of her voice knocked me a step back. "I...you..." I stammered, "jealous." She grinned widely. "Nevermind that. We do the best with what we get baby," she throatily purred, "The rest is just drag." Her mischievous catlike eyes fell on Sean then, and her smile widened even more. "So I hear you want suggestions on looking fab then looking man?" she asked smoothly. Sean shot a nervous glance at me then nodded. "Sean and I have some girl talk to talk," she said and handed me my key card. "Your room is through the arch, number three." As I felt Sean's hand slip through mine, loss poked dully at my lower stomach. After his constant laid back warmth, I felt more alone than ever trudging to the car, through the empty arch, to our room with our things, and back again. "First time?" a deep rumble prodded beside me once I took the time to actually stop with an arm full of duffle bag. I nodded slightly. "Where's your baby? Pretty women like you are never alone." I turned my head toward the arch then glanced at the man standing behind a long counter decked with sex toys. Huge and as dark as Julian, his palms splayed nonchalantly across the edge of the glass. "With Julian," I whispered. He smiled warmly and beckoned me over. "Relax. Come sit here with me," he urged. I stepped toward the glass with its enchanting assortment of anal beads, cock-rings, gags, nipple clamps, vibrators, and yes, strap-on dildos. Blood rushed my lower body at the thought of Sean's pert little nipples trapped in the razor sharp teeth of clover clamps. I also didn't dare look too long at their selection of triple crowns or think too long on Sean's throbbing cock, squeezed and drooling for attention in one, unable to cum without permission. I shuddered. A few seconds was plenty long enough to incite my traitorous thighs to rub together. "I'm Terry Cummings, the third," the man said, "but everyone just calls me Terry, and yes, that is my REAL name." I didn't laugh but threw another look at the arch and bit my lip. "Relax," Terry said softly, "Julian's not THAT good." My eyes searched the case randomly. "What's that," I asked, pointing at a U-shaped dildo with a bulb at one end and a large smooth cock at the other. Terry seemed more at ease now, as he pulled the display model out of the case. "That's the Feeldoe. It's a harnessless strap-vibe," he said with a proud smile as he put it in my hand. "Gets pretty good reviews, mostly from lesbians and peggers." "Peggers?" I asked. "Straight folks who like a bit of anal play," Terry answered nonchalantly. I blushed, but he continued unfazed. "It features a few ridges for clitoral stimulation, easy to clean, and six inches long by one and a half inches around," he concluded antiseptically. "I want one," I exhaled without hesitation, overjoyed at the idea of not having to wear a funny looking set of underwear to fulfill Sean's biggest fantasy. "One what?" Purred a familiar but breathy voice behind me. Sean's steamy words sent shivers up the back of my neck as he rested a hand over my waist. "Tha...aa..at," I moaned, pointing randomly near the case while I turned. Julian had teased his hair into a loose glossy dark pile, shaved his black stubble, and trimmed his eyebrows neatly. A string of gleaming white pearls collared his throat. The virginal smell of berries and cream surrounded his soft skin, sweetening the pink micro-mini skirt and matching corseted halter hugging his skinny frame. Powder and makeup rounded out his lips and highlighted his sharp cheekbones, but I saw his eyes first. Huge and hazy green beneath curled sooty lashes and sexy silver liner, they begged silently for my approval, my acceptance, my love. My knees momentarily quivered at that vulnerability, and I kissed tenderly along the flushed curve of his ear, whispering, "Wellllllll, don't you look sexy?" He blushed and leaned into me with a shiver. I ran a hand down his throat and touched the swell of his chest, glancing at Julian behind him. "Breast forms," She said with a proud smile, gesturing at the bag in one of Sean's hands. "He cleans up very nice and has everything he needs now." Sean whispered throatily against my neck, "I have a surprise for you too." I swallowed a groan and kissed his knuckles then the soft hint of pink polish tinting his nails. "Say thank you to Julian?" I murmured, still fixated on the feminine swell over his broad chest. "You look beautiful." Sean shifted and bit his bottom lip. "Already did," he sighed then exhaled another thank you. Julian waved a hand dismissively and smiled broadly as I thanked her also. "Check out time is one-ish or five-ish on your last day," Terry said with a wolfish smile as he dropped a boxed Feeldoe into Sean's bag. "Please be loud. Julian likes it when her work is appreciated." I took Sean's hand and slid my key card into the door furthest to the left. The room seemed to warm with Sean at my side, and I pinned him against the door, kissing his lips hard. Our tongues tangled then focused on other dalliances, his skimming my ear and mine flicking over his collarbones. I lifted my mouth long enough to whisper, "You're my woman now." Sean moaned his agreement and bucked into me. I steered him toward the bed as my hands groped the tight corset, tugging the laces free impatiently. His moans came louder and closer together, and he ground his stiff rod against my thigh. Pushing him down on the bed, I squeezed the breast forms. "Ohmmmmm," Sean gasped and arched his back before panting, "clamps, surprise." I tried to hide my pleasure, but the devilishly hot confession overwhelmed me, and I grinned and pressed my lips close enough to taste the sweet mint on his breath. "You dirty little girl," I purred, tugging the corset the rest of the way off. His head bobbed quickly, and his back thrashed toward me as I pressed my hand over the fake breast. "Do you like that?" I asked, grinding the hard pellet beneath the soft flesh-like rubber as I lapped his ear. "Mmmm uh huh," he whimpered softly. "Tell me how much," I commanded, leaning back as he rubbed his bulging crotch through the skimpy skin tight mini skirt. I slapped his hands away. "Ohmmm please don't stop," he groaned, "God it feels so good." I grinned and flipped him over on his stomach, sprawling him across the bed. "Lick your mistress you little slut," I ordered in my sweetest, softest voice, seating myself in front of his face and flipping up my skirt. Sean never let me down when it came to following directions in THAT voice. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. I gasped as his tongue tip touched the soaked thong I wore and followed the thin strip of lace between my thighs. As I braced my boot heels against his ribs, forcing his stinging nipples into the bed, he moaned into my swollen lips and lapped frantically deeper. "Mmmm, my little baby likes a bit of pain, does she?" I teased, steering his finger into my hot fluttering core with a soft moan. Sean could only bob his head, and as punishment, I pushed my heels down again. He moaned even louder, his sweet wet mouth covering my aching bud. My insides burned, throbbing to the smooth hot stroke of his wonderful tongue. He tilted his finger inside me, and I squealed, arching as my body shamelessly demanded more of his shallow intimate strokes. "Mmmm very good. Very good you little whore. Come here," I panted, biting my lower lip and clenching every muscle to keep from cumming as his finger slid from me. I hooked my pinky gently under his pearly collar and gave a soft tug, ripping the feeldoe out of its box with my other hand. Sean crawled forward, opening his mouth instinctively. "Suck," I commanded, holding the gleaming blue plastic to his lips. He gagged slightly as the big head slid down his throat, and I giggled. In a whisper of rustling lace, his panties slipped to his knees, and I wrapped his hand around his wet pulsing cock. "Stroke," I ordered, my fingers cupping and milking his smooth heavy balls lovingly. I lifted a small complimentary bottle of strawberry lube from the black iron nightstand by the bed and drizzled it over my hand as I gently worked them from the center out. "Mmmmm now what's this?" I asked, grinning at the soft hum emanating from inside him. Sean whimpered something close to "surprise," one fist flying over his cock while the other regularly pumped the toy in and out of his throat. "Don't you dare cum," I warned him as I tugged the plug slowly from his ass. His neck tilted for a hot moan, and he choked again before bringing the feeldoe back to a regular pace. A dribble of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his head, glistening dewily over the black satin sheets as it fell, and he slowed. "Ohmm...." he gasped miserably though I knew he was enjoying every little torture. "That's right," I purred, my slick fingers teasing the tapered underside of his gorgeous thickly-veined cock. I licked my lips and stroked the tiny strip beneath the crown, restraining my urge to get on my knees and suck him until he exploded. "Pleeeeeeease," he begged. "Good girl," I whispered. "Now kneel up. I want to tease your little pussy." Sean eagerly did as he was told, resting his face into one of the pillows and arching up high for me. As he did, the chains connecting the clamps swung then flattened under his weight, and he groaned, wagging his ass. I grinned mischievously as I gazed at his body, utterly open and hot for me with his panties wadded around his knees, his stiff leaking rod brushing constantly over the soft stretchy pink skirt, and his balls hanging heavy and red. I slid a finger into him, and his hole gave easily, thanks to the plug. As I tugged it out, he squeezed, whimpering and bucking to keep it. I couldn't resist and whacked his ass once. "That's for being too damn hot," I hissed. "I'm sorry I'm so hot mistress," he grinned slightly, biting his lower lip. "I don't believe you're very sorry," I accused as I slipped the huge pony into my soaked cleft and stroked lube up and down the shaft of the cock. He caught my meaning immediately and moaned, nodding his head enthusiastically. "Please make me sorry Mistress. I've been so naughty," he gasped, hand straying to his cock and stroking feverishly again. I glimpsed the fantasy in his sex hazed eyes and felt as if I could see his needs and wants as plainly as if they were written on paper for me. I spread him gently, tongue teasing from his tightly squeezing star downward. Sean jerked in my arms and whimpered needily. "Sellllllllllllllina," he whimpered, "Ohmmm god, pleeeeeeeeeease." I kissed the crease of his thigh then nuzzled my face to his balls and gently swirled one finger against his hole. "Do you want it?" I teased as I tenderly coaxed his blushing balls down. Sean gasped and thrashed. "Oh fuck! Please fuck me... please," he begged. I repeated the stroking motion, moaning softly against his puckering hole and thumping it with my tongue. My breath came heavy enough that I felt my heart beating in my throat, and I worked my hand over the feeldoe, lubing it as if it was my own hot heavy meat. As I turned the little vibe on, I squealed softly in surprise, grinding my teeth together then frantically fingering my boyfriend's hot little box with lube. Sean arched again, and I slipped up behind him, kneeling at the corner of the bed. "Are you suuuuuuuure?" I groaned, rubbing the large head against his throbbing hole. He didn't answer, but he bucked back, his stretched opening swallowing the head with one enthusiastic thrust. He winced slightly, and I held still, my hand slowly stroking his cock until he began to wiggle. The buzzing against my clit throbbed unbearably, and I bit his arched back with a whimper. My hips pistoned into his, slipping forward with the lube until I was as deep as I could be. I tried to concentrate on Sean's face, drawn tight with pleasure, as his hand stroked roughly over his cock. Precum puddles dotted the sheets, and each movement sharply teased my humming clit. I ground deep against him, and we both gasped, rocking together. Slipping my hands under his, I teased his well oiled balls, stroking between them and gently lifting them. "OH fuck... Oh god... Selina," He gasped uncontrollably. His body shook in my arms, the sweet smell of our blended sweat rising on heavy expectant air. "Ohmmm Sean, you're going to make me c-c-ummm... oh god," I bit down on my lower lip as he exploded in his hand, the tangy wetness of his arousal dousing his tiny skirt. My clit throbbed, and my insides tightened, squeezing the pony inside me mercilessly hard as I rocked against him, riding the amazing moment he'd just given me. When my breath returned to normal, I gently untangled myself from my ungracious sprawl across his back. He winced as I slid the vibrating strap out of him, and I groaned as the seemingly-immense pony slipped from my stretched cleft. I put the toy down beside us and bundled him into my arms, tugging the breast forms away and gently easing the pressure of the clamps. Sean whimpered and pressed closer to me. "I know darling," I whispered, finally releasing them completely and tenderly petting his abused nipples with my lubed fingers. "I love you, Sean," I whispered to him, kissing tenderly across his temple. "Mmmmm, I love you too angel," he sighed. "Thank you." "You're welcome, I whispered then kissed his lips with a smile. "I figured I had you pegged." He grinned widely. "Indeed angel... indeed."