0 comments/ 124707 views/ 13 favorites He Knows By: mrgoodbottom My heart is racing as I drive to Rick's place for our early morning rendezvous. Images of our past meetings stream through my mind. I can almost feel his body against mine. I park in front of his place and check for traffic before I get out of the car. It is 6:15 AM. I walk to his door and try the handle. The door is open, just as he promised. I lock the door behind me and hear Rick upstairs in the bathroom. I undress quickly and quietly mount the stairs. He is naked as he exits the bathroom and meets me at the top of the stairs. He hugs me. I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss. Our tongues explore each other and circle one another in wet hot passion. He hugs me closely, quickening my pulse as I feel the masculine hair of his chest against my body. We kiss for some time and press our bodies together like lovers long parted. His strong hands glide over my skin and grip my ass. He pulls me in to him and our groins touch setting off a hot flash with in me. Parting our hug he runs his hands up my chest and playfully pinches my nipples. He knows too well what a sensitive erogenous zone my nipples are. I scoop his balls with my hands. I let them slip from my hold and let my hands slide up his shaft. He is getting nice and hard. I am achingly rock solid. He knows my secrets and how to drive me wild. He knows how to make me beg. He knows my body. He knows and knows. Only with him (and occasionally his guests) do I reveal my lustful man passion. I have been seeing Rick for almost 10 years. He is my forbidden lover. When I first met him I was so horny I did not care that he was 15 years older than me. When we first fucked I would not kiss him. I just wanted his dick in my ass. Through the years I surrendered to passion and explored my most deep and hidden desires as he explored me. Now we make love...and then fuck like animals! We make our way downstairs. He has a blanket on the floor. I pull him down on top of me. The weight of his body and the hair on his chest is electrifying. His warmth is delicious. We kiss. Although I did not like it before, I love kissing him now. I love how forbidden it is for me to kiss and writhe naked with a man on the floor. I love how powerful he feels. His tongue invades me and I surrender willingly. Our cocks rub against each other within the hot pressure of our pubic bones. His penis is now fully erect. I love making him nice and hard. I feel so sexy and desirable. I love the way he slowly and smoothly works his penis against my body. In my experience, only an older man knows how to make slow sweet love and erupt in to raw animal passion. He just knows. I run my hands up his strong back and imagine I am a woman surrendering to her man. I grip his firm ass and press him harder against me. I roll him over on his back and lick his body down to his cock. Now it is my turn to drive him crazy. I lick his balls in bold wet strokes. I circle them with my tongue. I kiss them. I suck them. I slather them with my saliva. "Oooo Yes! Lick my balls you little bitch whore!" he moans. A burst of lustful fire rips through my body. I love pleasuring him. I really love dirty talk. Especially when he calls me bitch, whore, slut, fuckboy, or cum-slut. Any variation of degrading dirty remarks that tells me he is making me his tool or his bitch. I love it! He could probably cum from my ball licking alone but his dirty rantings have me in a frenzy. I lick up and down his cock. I circle his head and make his dick slick with saliva. I force his dick down my throat. "Choke on it you fucking whore. I like watching you run your hot wet tongue up and down my shaft and suck my cum filled balls." I gag as I choke down his stiff dick. I release him from my mouth and smack his cock against my face in sexy fleshy thumps. "Smack that dick on your whore face you dirty bitch! I am gonna breed your tight little pussy fuckhole with that dick. I am gonna mark your ass with my hot load so you know who your man is! He is driving me crazy. I want to jump and top of his dick and milk the cum from his body in wild bucking flesh slapping thrusts up my ass. I grab the lubricant, put some in my hand, and lube my ass as I suck his dick. I work 2 fingers in and massage and stretch my anus to accommodate his girth. I work in a third finger and moan as I suck my lover's cock. The hard shaft of his cock feels wonderful against my lips. I travel the path of his engorged veins with my hungry mouth to his pubic hair. The spongy head of his penis is deep down my throat. I feel so sexy and dirty. My hands work my hole. I want a flawless penetration. Usually I lube his penis but today I want friction. I want to feel the veins in his cock against my anus as his large thick cock invades and conquers me. I want to feel every one of his 9 thick inches as he takes me. I want to feel the great mushroomed head of his penis breech my lightly lubricated fuckhole. I stand up and pull him to his feet. As I move a chair away from the wall he turns on the stereo to wash out the lustful outbursts that are soon to come. He knows me. I hear the ascended brass notes of the "Conga" leap from the speakers. He knows me well. I love to fuck him to this song. "Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga" Gloria sings as I push him with his back to the wall. I look him in the eye and quickly turn around, bend over, and part my cheeks. He teases me by circling the great head of his cock against my puckered man-pussy. "Let your body feel the heat" She sings as I grab his cock and push back. The force of my thrust shoves him against the wall and my cheeks meet his body. His man meat is deep in my body. No pain, only a great filling of my empty cavity (Because his is so big I fast for 30 hours before I see him. It works. Trust me). The pressure against my prostrate is delicious! I put my hand on my knees and work my hips. Round and round, back and forth, side to side, I work my body for him to the beat of the hot Latin music. I run my hands through my hair and dance with his cock in me. I have, deep with in me, what I can only call a g-spot. A place where pressure and movement pleasure me like nothing else. My lover is more than thick, hard, and long enough to rock my world. "Feel the fire of desire, as you dance the night away..." Oh Gloria if you only knew. "That's it you bitch! Work that little fuckhole on my dick! You like fucking your Daddy's dick don't you ass-whore!" I ram against him to force his meat deep in to my lust aching body. I impale myself over and over. "Oh! I love fucking your dick baby! I love feeling you inside me!" "Once the music hits your system, there's no way your gonna stop" He pushes me down on to the floor. I am on my hands and knees (my favorite position). He slides his cock in to me and thrusts in fast and furious strokes. I bear down for his thrust and relax for his recoil. I feel my balls tense and I grab my cock and choke it. I don't want to cum yet. His strong hands grip my narrow waist and he works my like a tool. I let myself yield to his power. "Ooooo Rick! Fuck me hard! Give me your cum! Make me your fucking dick-bitch!" "Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat" "That's right you whore. You are my fucking tool and I am going to work you and get off nice and good!" He says giving me a whack on my ass. The sting shoots through my body and mixes with the sensation of my "g-spot" to teeter me on the edge of orgasm. I choke my penis even harder. "Oooo! Daddy's gonna cum in you, you fucking bitch. Ooo nice tight fuckhole! Hunnnnnnngh!" "Yes! Give me your cum baby! I want all your cum in me! Mark me your bitch!" He shakes and gulps air as he fills my cum hungry ass with his load. I pant as I picture his semen spurting in to my bowels. I am filled with the joy that only getting my lover off brings. His thrusting stops and he rests with his beautiful cock still in my ass. I am waiting for him to catch his breath and for what he will do to me soon. I feel movement behind me and I know he is busy with my next treat. I have let my cock go and a clear stream of precum oozes slowly from the tip. I feel a great void as he removes his penis from my ass. Slowly the void is filled as he works his gloved and lubricated hand in to my abused ass. My anus stretches willingly to accept his large and powerful hand. Deeper and deeper his hand reaches in to me. He is wrist deep. He reaches further and my anus must be breached and stretched by his muscular forearm. "Ooooooo God!" I moan when he hits my special place. He will go no deeper. He knows me well. He twists. presses, and flexes his hand in my bowels. He sends orgasmic trembles through my body. He pinches my nipples. I try to keep from Cumming. I want to last on this plateau of pleasure forever. The sensations of his hand in my ass and the nipple play send me over the edge. "Oooooo Fuck Yeah!" I scream as the first spurt of semen shoots from my engorged cock. "Whack!" he spanks me solid and rocks me with another pleasure pain mixture that follows another healthy spurt of cum. "Cum for Daddy you slut whore! You fucking bitch! Cum!" He growls. My entire being orgasms. He pinches my nipple and violently twists his hand in my ass. He spanks me again as I continue to cum and cum. My body shivers and shakes in a quaking orgasm that only my lover can bring and I am lost in time... He Knows I don't know how he knew. From the moment I spotted him watching me across the crowded room, it was like he was seeing into my soul. The intensity of his stare told me that he knew my secret, and liked the flavor of it on his tongue. I had never left a club with a stranger before, but there was no question that I would follow wherever he wanted to lead me. I watched him cross the room, and when he reached down and laced his fingers with mine, pulling me gently toward the door, I didn't even bother to say good-bye to my companions. His car was sleek and fast, and he didn't say a word as he zipped us down the freeway, the wind blowing my long red hair behind me. I stole surreptitious glances at him, not wanting to be caught staring, but unable to look away. He had silky black hair tousled from the wind, jade-green eyes surrounded by thick, black lashes, and a firm, chiseled body that looked hard all over. I wished I was bold enough to reach over and run a hand down his thigh, but I didn't dare. He pulled up to a new condo complex in the middle of the city, all sleek glass and metal, and parked in the lot. I waited while he came around to open the door for me. He didn't back away when I stood, so our bodies were barely an inch apart once I eased out of the car. He shut the door and locked eyes with me as he lowered his hands to the outsides of my thighs, running his warm hands up my legs to hook his thumbs into my panties. He slid them slowly down my legs, and I lifted one high-heeled foot and then the other to step out of them. He tossed them into the open convertible and then reached down again, nudging my thighs apart with his fingers. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he slid a finger into my warm, wet pussy. "You are a little slut, aren't you?" He said it affectionately, but I could only swallow, more turned on than I cared to admit. He slid his finger out of me and held it up to my lips, and I took it in, sucking him clean like a good girl. He pulled away after just a few moments, and took my hand again, leading me insider. "Don't worry, pet. That won't be the last thing you're eating tonight." When the elevator doors glide open, we step directly into his condo, and he stops me there. "Take everything off." My stomach is a knot of nervousness, when he strolls across the room and sits down in an armchair, facing me. I nod silently, pulling the short dress over my head, and reaching behind me to unfasten my bra. I'm about to step out of my red, patent leather heels when he stops me. "Leave those on." I nod again and stand there, completely naked. "How-how did you know?" I finally ask. The eyes that were running over the pertness of my nipples, the trim curve of my waist, come back to mine again. "How anyone can fail to see it is the question," he says finally. "It's written all over your face." I blush, embarrassed that my deepest desires may be laid bare for anyone smart enough to look. "You do want it this way, pet." His voice is kind. "Remember that." I nod. "Now get over here." I take a hesitant step forward. "Not like that. You crawl to me on your knees, bitch." The kindness in his eyes has turned to coldness, and the curse is like a gunshot. I jerk in reaction, but slide to my knees as my wet pussy gives a twinge of pleasure. I move forward slowly on my hands and knees until I'm directly in front of him. "Take off my belt." I reach forward hesitantly and unbuckle it, tugging it free and setting it down on the floor. "Take your new master out." I whimper and reach forward again, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, reaching inside and pulling his hard, thick length out. "Suck my sack, you slut." I moan and lower my head between his legs, darting my tongue out to lick them, sliding underneath them and working them into my mouth. I suck slowly, savoring the taste, but he doesn't allow me this treat for long. His pushes my head back off of him, and grabs his length in one hand, slapping me across the face with his hard cock. "You like that, don't you?" He slaps me again, whipping it across my face. He reaches out and grabs a fist full of my hair, yanking my head close to him, as he whispers in my ear. "You've been wondering if I could tell you wanted to be dominated, and I can. But I know so much more than that, pet." I shiver, his words making my nipples peak. "I know that you're not just a slut, pet. You're a pain slut." And with that he slaps me hard across the face, with his open hand this time. I fall to the ground, crying out, and he's there again, backhanding my face in the other direction. I scramble backwards, but my whole body is vibrating, ready to come. He grabs the belt from the floor, and a fistful of hair in the other and yanks me onto my hands and knees, the belt flying across my ass in a blow that makes me scream. He ignores my cries, bring the belt down across my ass, thighs, and back again and again. When I think I might pass out from the pain, he flips me over, and the belt comes crashing down across my breasts and erect nipples. I arch my back, screaming, and he nearly tears my hair out from the force of holding me in place. He whips them again and again, and my screams subside to sobs, my breasts throbbing with more pain than I've ever felt. Just when I think it can't get worse, he releases me, tossing me to the ground and walks around me. He grabs a bit of rope and ties one of my feet to his chair, and then grabs the other, holding it by the ankle as he stands over me. "This may hurt a bit, love." He brings the belt crashing down on my cunt, the pain exquisite and excruciating on my sensitive lips. My engorged clit is peaking out from excitement, and the belt catches it repeatedly, until I come screaming while my lover beats my cunt with his belt. I collapse into shudders and he drops the belt. He strips out of his own clothes now and crouches over me, his beautiful 10-inch cock in my face. "Open up and take your medicine, pet." But he doesn't want to be sucked because he slams his cock into my mouth full force, and starts face fucking me, my head banging onto his polished wood floors from his thrusting. He's so far into my throat that I can't breathe. I gasp, between thrusts, desperately in need of air, as he ravages my throat. My need is growing with every thrust, and finally he pulls out, cumming on my face in spurts. I open my mouth wide, trying to catch some, licking the little bits I can off of my face. "Please... please fuck me now, Sir," I beg, panting from my need to be filled by him. He laughs and stands up. "You haven't earned that yet, pet." He smiles as he walks out of the room, leaving me to sleep there, one foot tied to the chair, covered in his cum. He Knows You Are Alone Roxanne loved her new home and her new life in suburbia. She lived in a beautiful house, with many rooms, a pool, and both a front and back yard. So why was she so miserable today? Well, it had something to do with Halloween. More specifically, being alone on Halloween. Roxanne and Eric bought their dream house a few months ago, after Eric made partner at his law firm. The only drawback was that he worked many nights, many long hours. Sure, making seven figures by the age of thirty-five was huge, but Eric was hardly home anymore. Even on their first Halloween in the new house, Roxanne spent the night alone. The neighborhood trick-or-treaters were long gone. It was approaching ten o'clock and no one had been by the house for half an hour. There wasn't much candy left in the oversized pumpkin beside the front door. Roxanne was going to help herself to what was left while watching television. She had hoped to be awake by the time Eric came home. She didn't know what time that would be and she was completely wiped out. She sat on the couch, remote in one hand and a fistful of candy corn in the other. The doorbell rang and Roxanne ignored it. It rang again. Roxanne ignored it again. The ringing stopped for about a minute. Good, they finally got the message, she thought. The bell rang yet again. Roxanne looked towards the front door and saw nothing. Again, it rang. "No more candy! Sorry!" Everything got quiet again. Roxanne even muted the television to make sure that no one was at the front door. The bell rang again. This time it startled Roxanne. For the first time, she was afraid. "No more candy! Try next door!" She listened closely. Waited. Nothing. Then the bell rang again. Roxanne went from afraid to terrified to plain old pissed off in about two seconds. She was confused, not knowing how to feel or what to think. She stood by the front door. She saw the knob turn, the door being pushed, but not opening. Her jaw hung open, Roxanne's feet felt like they were cemented into the floor. "Crap," she said to no one in particular. Then the bell rang again. Roxanne let out a gasp. She tip-toed away from the door, as the knob-turning, door-pushing, and bell-ringing continued in concert, growing louder by the second. Roxanne let out a shriek and ran toward the back of the house, hoping to get to the back door. She was tackled from behind as a black leather glove covered her mouth. The other hand pinned her to the floor. A menacing voice growled at her. "Make another noise and die." Roxanne turned her head to see who it was, but couldn't tell. The assailant wore a bloody ghost mask, perfect for Halloween. She wanted to scream at that very moment, but Roxanne held it in, although she couldn't stop shaking. "Come with me and don't make a sound." The masked man helped Roxanne to her feet. He grabbed her by the arm and forced her toward the bedroom. Roxanne didn't know why they were going to the bedroom, but went without protest. The short walk gave Roxanne time to think. She wished Eric would come home right now and save her. She also wished they had a better lock on the door. Did the masked man break the door open? She wasn't sure. She hadn't been looking. She was too busy trying to escape the back way. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed. Lie down on your back." "What? Take off my clothes? Why..." "Take them off now! NOW!" The intruder pulled a piece of rope from his back pocket. "Would you like to get whipped first, or just tied up?" Roxanne looked into the eyes of the stranger, as she slowly peeled off her clothes. First she took off her red satin robe. Then she kicked off her slippers. She stood in the bedroom in nothing but a purple lace teddy. The masked man looked her body over slowly. Roxanne stood at five foot five, about a hundred and twenty pounds. She had long thin legs that ran up to her curvy hips, which helped create one beautiful ass that Eric simply adored. He constantly says that she's plump and juicy, especially when referring to her tits and ass. "Don't stop now," ordered the intruder, in his low-growl pitch. Roxanne pulled the teddy over her head, revealing her naked form. She had 36C breasts, topped off by soft, pink nipples. The mound of hair between her legs was reduced just this morning to nothing more than a few wisps of hair. It was supposed to be a Halloween surprise for Eric. She imagined him coming in the door and while she yelled "Trick or treat!" from the bedroom, with her legs spread open. Her succulent pussy would be his treat, as long as he promised to perform his tricks for her. She especially liked the trick he did with his tongue - licking her until she felt faint, sometimes even passing out. Oh, she wished Eric were here now, instead of this... "I said get on the bed! Now!" Roxanne did as she was told. The bloody ghost took the rope and tied Roxanne's wrist together, over her head. He slowly ran his hands over her naked body, fingertips gently scraping her soft skin. Beginning with her neck, his fingers traveled down over the peeks of her nipples, through the light patch of pussy hair, and then down one leg. "Are you ready to get fucked?" He whispered in her ear. Then he walked to the light switch. "Get ready." The lights went off. The room was pitch black. Roxanne heard rustling. She strained to see what was going on. The intruder took off his mask, then his clothes. They were now both naked on Roxanne's bed. The mystery man licked the inside of Roxanne's thigh's gently, just using the very tip of his tongue. It tickled her, in fact, she even giggled. But playtime was over quickly when he reached the folds of her vagina. He stopped to take in her aroma before sucking her slowly. Roxanne immediately became wet, as her pussy opened for her mystery lover, who worked his tongue inside her. He lapped up all the juice he could, before licking his way up to her clit. Once there, Roxanne let out a sigh that was more like a scream. It felt so damn good to get licked in such an expert fashion. She let herself go for the first time this evening and it was exactly what she needed. Roxanne's first orgasm came with great force. Having her wrists tied together made the sensation that much more intense. She bucked and kicked, as her orgasm rippled its way up from her pussy, until she screamed out loud. This, as it happened, made her mystery lover even more excited. He grabbed her legs and rested them on his shoulders, as he lined his cock up with her wet opening. He plunged hard and deep into Roxanne, igniting the fire that burned deep inside her. She gasped for air, as her lover pounded away at her pussy with great force. She loved the rude fucking he was giving her, as he jack-hammered away. She felt as though her hips would break, or perhaps she would split into two, but enjoyed the rough fuck she was getting. This went on for a few minutes before her lover started grunting like a wild animal. He slowed down his pace, but only because his own orgasm was building. Roxanne lost count of how many times she must have come, but no longer cared. She had been properly fucked and was now ready for her reward. A few more primal grunts and howls from her mysterious lover gave way to Roxanne's treat. With her legs wrapped around his waist, her mysterious lover shot his load deep inside her, coating her womb. He gave her three or four big blasts of love juice, until he let himself empty out slowly, holding onto her tightly. He collapsed on the bed, right near her feet, panting loudly. Roxanne, her pussy filled with a mysterious lover's potion, slowly captured her breath. Reality settled back into Roxanne's mind. She had just been fucked by someone who tied her up, against her will. Not only that, he was still in her house, in her room, and on her bed. Who was it? Who would do such a thing? Why... The man got up, legs a little wobbly, and walked over to the light switch. Roxanne tried again to see who it was, but it was just too dark to see anything. All she knew by this point was much as she hated to admit it, she had probably the best sex of her life. Now she only hoped that it wasn't the last sex of her life. Suddenly the light in the bedroom came on. Roxanne was temporarily blinded. Slowly her eyes adjusted, though still blurry, she looked at her mysterious lover. "Eric?" "Happy Halloween!"