2 comments/ 67014 views/ 1 favorites Second Meeting By: PAUL C Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious. One. Paul pulled his old blue Ford Sierra into the car park of the travel Hotel and switched off the engine. He sat behind the steering wheel and ooked around him. Dusk was beginning to fall. Dark enough not to be recognised walking into the building and still too early for the evening rush of travellers trying for any spare rooms. He spied the white mini Metro that Suzie drove. It was parked as close to the entrance as was possible as if he had every right to be there. Of course he did. Paul still couldn't free himself of the sense of guilt he had had ever since their first meeting. Was it wrong, what they had done together? He knew he had enjoyed it. He also knew that it was becoming increasingly difficult to perform with his wife. Was it guilt or was it that the slit between her legs no longer turned him on. He had brought up the subject of anal sex with her on a couple of occasions. It was twenty years or more since he had last made moves in that direction towards her. He'd forgotten the pain she had felt when he had first tried to enter her that way. She hadn't. The first time he'd asked she'd gently refused, the second, when he had tried to press her, she had suggested he see a Doctor. He didn't need a Doctor. He just needed something his wife couldn't give him. He wondered how long it had been since Suzie had arrived. Would he be waiting in reception or gone to the twin room they had booked. Many professional travellers shared rooms. One, it was company, two, if you slipped the receptionist a modest sum he or she would provide you with two receipts, one each, for your expenses claim. He thoughts went back to their first meeting. How he had walked along the sea front and waited at the entrance to the old pier as nervous as a teenager on a first date. Suzie had done everything right. Despite Suzie's misgivings they had used his car. He laughed out loud as he remembered the contortions he had had to put his ample and no longer supple frame through to get his mouth to Suzie's ass hole and then to get his prick inside it. Suzie had leapt like a shot Rabbit as his prick had first opened his anus. He'd squealed a little like a rabbit as well. He'd stuck it out and had let him try again. The second time he'd entered him. He had been so tight, he'd never felt a hole so tight. Suzie had already told him that he had only been fucked once before. A long, slow gentle fuck in a hotel room with an overseas visitor. It would have been a lot different from theirs. Paul climbed out of the car. It was fully dark now. He could see the reception desk in the brightly lit entrance. He could only see one person, a young girl in a white blouse, sitting behind it. He collected his overnight bag from the boot of his car, took his waterproof coat from the front passenger seat, and locking the car, made his way inside. The young girl looked up as he entered. "Can I help you?" She asked. He gave his and Suzie's names. The girl looked at her computer screen. "Yes, Sir." She spoke briskly with a smile on her lips. Did she suspect what they were going to do? "Room number five. Through the door and turn right. It is the last door on the left. Your friend has already booked in." The way she said friend. She did suspect. He hurried through the doors and down the corridor, anxious to get away from reception. The door to number five stood slightly ajar. He opened it and entered the room. "Hallo." He called, his voice hardly above a whisper. "Hallo, Paul." The reply from the bathroom was full of confidence. "Lock the door and make yourself comfortable. I will only be a minute." Locking the door he hung up his coat and jacket on the hooks in the back of the door and sat down on the sofa. The sofa which would have normally been opened out to make a second double bed in the room for when it was being used as a twin or as a family room. Suzie must have packed it away. There was the one double bed now. The corners of the sheets had been folded back ready for the occupants to go to bed. He could smell perfume. A rather strong woman's perfume. The bathroom door opened. For a few seconds there was no other movement, then Suzie walked into the room. Suzie wore low heeled sandals with ankle straps, tights or stockings, a pale blue cocktail dress with a string of pearls around the neck. The lights sparkled in the rings on his fingers and the stones that dangled from his ears. Two mounds inside the top of the dress gave the impression of breasts. Paul looked at Suzie's face. It was free of make up. He carried a Claret glass three-parts full with a rich, deep coloured liquid. He stood for a second in the doorway then walked slowly towards Paul. Paul started to get to his feet. "Don't get up." Suzie said. "Stay still." Suzie smiled at him and handed him his glass. "Had a hard day?" Suzie asked, opening Paul's overnight bag and sorting the contents into drawers in the cupboard across from the sofa upon which a fourteen-inch television sat. His pyjamas he slipped under a pillow on the bed and his washing bag he took into the bathroom. He returned carrying an open bottle of red wine and a second glass. Placing the wine and glass beside the television set he took Paul's slippers from his bag and knelt on the carpet in front of him. "Had a hard day?" Suzie repeated untying the laces on Paul's shoes and removing them. He fitted Paul's feet into his slippers. Collected his glass and wine bottle and remaining on the carpet leaned back with his head against Paul's knee. "I had a good drive up." Paul replied when he finally found his voice. "How about you?" "It was all right. The traffic was heavy getting out of Bristol. "Yes I know." Paul agreed. "I ran into it on the Motorway as I was passing." They both drank from their glasses. Paul wished his drink were a pint of beer. Suzie turned his head to Paul and placing one of his hands on Paul's thighs asked. "Are you feeling very tired?" "No, not very tired." Paul confirmed. Suzie moved his hand further up Paul's thigh. Paul found himself automatically opening his legs. The fingers stopped inches from his balls. Suzie watched the shapes underneath the material of Paul's trousers bring caused by Paul's prick growing and hardening. He gently ran his finger along the outline of it. Paul took a sharp intake of breath. "Are you all right?" Suzie asked, concern in his voice. "I'm fine. I really am." Suzie undid his belt and the tops of Paul's trousers then slowly pulled down the zip. Paul lifted his ass from the sofa as Suzie eased them down over his hip to his ankles. Suzie kissed both of Paul's thighs before pulling down his underpants and freeing his prick. Paul looked down. He could see the tip of his prick over the mound of his belly. Suzie wrapped his fingers around it and pulled back his foreskin. They looked into each other's eyes then, Suzie, licking his lips, took the tip of Paul's prick between them. Paul closed his eyes and leaned back in the sofa, his head resting on the wall behind him. Suzie had formed a tight ring with his lips around the head of Paul's prick as he moved it in and out of his mouth and was stroking the base with his fingers. With his other hand he gently held Paul's balls and tickled the skin between balls and asshole with a fingertip. Paul couldn't have prevented his hips bucking had he wanted too. He didn't want to. He groaned out loud as Suzie's head and hand moved faster on his prick. Gasped and panted as Suzie's finger found his anus. Cried out loud, as he came. He held his breath as he shot time after time into Suzie's mouth, only releasing it with a huge sigh of relief when he had finished. Suzie moved up onto the sofa and sat by his side holding Paul's hands in his. "Better now?" Suzie asked leaning his head against Paul's shoulder. Paul placed his arm around Suzie and the fingers of his other hand on the hem of his dress. Suzie caught his wrist and pulled his hand away. "Not yet." He said. "Let's be a normal couple for an hour or two. Let's watch TV and send out for a pizza. We've got all night." Two. They sat and watched TV. All the tensions he had been feeling earlier slowly left Paul leaving him feeling calm and relaxed. They'd ordered a pizza from the Service Station restaurant and Paul had ordered four cans of beer as well. Suzie had hid in the bathroom when the waiter from the restaurant had arrived with their order. He'd sniffed the air and smiled at Paul as he handed over his tray and waited for his tip. Paul locked the door behind him and tapped on the door and told Suzie it was all right to come out. Suzie had taken the opportunity to change into his nightclothes. An almost see through ightdress and an almost equally sheer dressing gown. They ate and drank and watched a poor film on the TV. Suzie seemed in his element. Tidying things away when they'd finished eating, topping up Paul's beer glass when it got low and generally fussing about him like, yes, like a woman. Finally the film was over and the late evening news was on. Paul pulled up the hem of Suzie's nightdress and placed his hand on his bare thigh. Paul moved to the floor between Suzie's legs. He lifted up the nightdress exposing Suzie's prick and balls. Suzie snatched back the material and covered himself with his hands. "What?" Paul looked up at his face. Suzie turned his head away. "Don't look." He finally said. "Not while I'm dressed like this." "Why not?" Paul was confused. "I've seen it before. I want to see you." He was surprised that he did. "I can't explain." Suzie looked down and ran his fingers through Paul's thinning hair. "I'm not gay. I have girlfriends. It just that I need sometimes to be dressed as and be treated as a woman. I didn't want the fantasy to end. When you look at me there you know what I am." "I don't mind." Paul didn't understand. "Do you mean you don't want me to do anything? That you don't want it." "I don't know." Suzie drew his fingers down the side of Paul's face. "I like it when you touch me. I like everything you did to me." "Then let me do it again." "But are you doing it because I'm a man or because I'm Suzie?" Paul had to think about that one. Was it just the chance of Anal sex, he could get a female whore for that. Had he turned into a full blown gay? Did he need Suzie to be dressed as a woman? It did help. But there was more. Here was somebody who showed him affection. Something he realised had been missing from his relationship with his wife for many years. "I want you." A lame answer. "Me?" Suzie seemed to think long and hard about that word as is realising it's meaning for the first time. "Me." He repeated. "Yes, you." Paul lifted Suzie's legs and placing them over his shoulders. Suzie's hands still covered his prick and balls but he could see the beginning of the crack that separated his ass cheeks. Kissing the backs of Suzie's thighs through his light covering of hairs he moved his mouth towards it. Feeling the two cheeks with his hands Paul pulled them apart and breathed in the smell. The perfume of talcum powder together with the earthiness of backside. He could just make out the tight folds of Suzie's anus. Pushing his tongue into Suzie's crack he touched it with its tip. Suzie moaned. Paul moved his tongue around the little hole. Feeling each wrinkle in the skin. A little whimper escaped from Suzie's lips. Paul pushed his face hard against Susie's ass cheeks and licked harder and faster. Releasing one of Suzie's ass cheeks Paul moved his hand around the front of his thigh and onto his prick. Suzie gasped out loud as Paul picked up his prick and started to stroke it. Suzie moved his own hands to his ass cheeks and pulled them further apart than Paul had done. Working up his saliva on his tongue Paul anointed the hole that appeared beneath his tongue then pushed it in. He could taste the bitterness of Suzie's insides. A bitterness that increased the further inside his tongue went. Suzie cried out. Paul stroked his prick faster listening for the changes in Suzie's breathing. As Suzie started to gasp for breath Paul pulled his tongue from his ass hole and moved his head until he could take the tip of Suzie's prick inside it. Suzie gasped three times more then started to cum. The force of his first load jerking Paul's head backwards, his second and third following in quick succession. Despite Paul swallowing as quickly as he could he could still feel some dribbling from the corners of his mouth and down the sides of his chin. Let it. He thought. He worked Suzie's foreskin back and forth with his hand and lips until it started to soften in his mouth. He lifted his head and looked at Suzie. "All right?" He asked. Suzie took a number of deep breaths and smiled down at Paul. "You're leaking." He said, picking up the dribbles of cum on the tip of a finger and transferring it to his own mouth. Paul stood and stretched. His neck was stiff. "I'm getting too old for crawling about on the floor." He remarked, massaging the back of his neck. "I don't agree with that," said Suzie, reaching up and unfastening Paul's belt. Paul looked down at Suzie's fingers as they moved quickly unfastening and unzipping his trousers. By the time he stepped from them and Suzie had helped him from his underpants his prick was hard. Suzie stroked it for a few seconds then asked. "Shall we go to bed?" "Sure?" "Yes." Suzie stood up and, wrapping his arms around Paul's back pulled him close until their pricks touched through the material of his nightdress. They kissed. Long and slow. Tongues touching. Suzie pulled away. "You need a shave." He said, rubbing his chin and cheek. Paul rubbed his own face. He would normally shave twice in a day. Especially if he was going out or going to fuck his wife. She had complained early in their marriage about his stubble. "I'll go to the bathroom." He said giving one of Suzie's ass cheeks a squeeze. "Don't be too long." Suzie said going to the bed and pulling back the covers. In the bathroom Paul pissed in the bowl with difficulty with his still hard prick. Then he removed his shirt and quickly washed, paying particular attention to his prick and balls, and shaved. He finished and rinsed his face free of soap. He looked at his naked body in the full-length mirror on the wall outside the door to the shower cubical. Since their first meeting he had had started taking exercise for the first time in years. His stomach certainly was smaller. He had better shoulder definition. He'd even had his hair cut. He realised he was portraying the classic signs of a man having an affair. He didn't suppose his wife would notice. She paid little attention to him most days. He went back into the bedroom carrying his shirt. All the lights were out and all he had to see by was the glow squeezing through the blinds from the car park. He dropped his shirt on the sofa and fumbled for his overnight bag. "What are you looking for?" Suzie asked softly. "My bag. I have things in it." He wanted his condoms and KY. "It's all right." Suzie said. "I've got something." Climbing into bed Paul lay down beside Suzie's warm body and ran his hand between his legs. Suzie opened them as a woman would have. Paul lifted Suzie's nightdress and cupped his balls in his hand for a second before rubbing the soft, furry skin that led to his anus. His fingertip touched it. It was wet. Slippery. Paul pushed his middle finger against Suzie's anus and felt it open and allow him inside. He worked his finger in and out. First to one knuckle, then a second then finally in as far as he could go. Suzie bent his legs and helped by holding his ass cheeks apart. Paul removed his finger and replaced it with his index finger. It slid in without resistance. Working it in and out until Suzie had taken it all Paul then removed it slowly, feeling his anus closing behind it as it was pulled from him. With his index and middle finger side by side he pushed them both into Suzie. He heard Suzie grunt and felt his anus contract trying to prevent his entry. He pulled them back and pushed again. That was better. Suzie's hole was opening to him. He could feel the tightness of his ring around his fingers as he worked them in and out. Suzie reached down and grabbed his wrist. "That's enough for now." He said. "I'm ready." In the half light Paul saw Suzie turn and reach to his bedside table and pick up a small jar. The top 'popped' as he removed it. "Do you mind not wearing anything tonight?" Suzie said turning back towards him. "I want to carry your cum inside me." Paul hesitated for a second. In these days of Aids he knew he should wear a condom, especially with a new lover. "It will be all right." Suzie said, sensing his doubts. "I've only ever had two men inside me. Both of you wore condoms. You won't catch anything. I promise." He reached down and stroked Paul's prick. As Paul moved closer Suzie turned onto his side facing away from him. Reaching behind himself Suzie applied some Vaseline to the head of Paul's prick and some more to his own ass hole. Taking Paul's prick in his hand lifted one leg and positioned it against his anus. Paul pushed into him. He felt Suzie's anus opening as he moved forward. He heard a gentle moan from Suzie as he pulled back and pushed again. He was further in. He pulled back again and pushed. With a sigh Suzie lowered his leg as Paul started moving in and out of his ass hole. Suzie pushed back squeezing his anus tight as he met Paul's thrusts. Paul reached around him and held his prick, stroking in time. It started growing in his hand. Paul slowed down to prolong the fuck and give Suzie time to come as well. As he moved slowly in and out of Suzie's ass hole he stroked his prick faster and faster. He could feel Suzie's anus contracting around his prick as his orgasm built. He quickened his strokes in and out of his ass. He heard Suzie's gasp and felt his prick jerking in his hand as his own cum flew deep inside him. They remained joined for a minute after they had finished coming, Suzie's anus contracting and relaxing around Paul's prick. Paul slowly pulled out from Suzie's hole. Suzie grunted as it left him and his ass hole started to shrink back to normal. "Sore?" Paul asked putting his arm around Suzie's back as he turned to face him. "Not too bad." Suzie replied, wiping his ass with a towel from the bathroom then cleaning up Paul's prick. "I enjoyed it." Paul said, squeezing one of Suzie's ass cheeks. "I'm glad." Suzie said, kissing his cheek. "Tired?" "A little." "Sleep now." Three. It was still dark when Paul woke to find Suzie's hand on his balls. "Will you fuck me again?" Suzie asked. "All right." Paul replied. His prick was all ready hard. Suzie released his balls and Paul heard the top come off the Vaseline jar. The grease was cold against his prick when Suzie rubbed in on. Paul made to move, to mount Suzie. "Don't move," Suzie said, applying Vaseline to his hole, "I want to do this." Paul remained on his back as Suzie threw his leg across his body and, positioning the tip of his prick against his hole, sank down upon it. Paul heard him groan as he impaled his ass upon his prick. Suzie remained still for a few seconds then lifted himself until Paul's prick was nearly out of his hole. Then he lowered himself again. He leaned forward, placing his hands on Paul's chest as he moved up and down on his prick. It was Paul's turn to gasp at the tightness of his hole and the sensations it was sending through his body. Suzie shortened and quickened his movements. Paul reached up under Suzie's nightdress and felt his chest then moved his hands behind him and felt his ass cheeks. With one fingertip he touched Suzie's anus, feeling his own prick sliding in and out in it's coating of Vaseline. Second Meeting He was nervous as he approached the front door; his heart was thumping in his chest. He'd never done anything like this, and it was confusing him. They'd met two years ago, at a mutual friend's party in France, and there had been a definite sexual tension. He'd been excited about it at the time, but later felt guilty about it. He had returned to England and his girlfriend, but when he received an email from this mysterious American beauty, he'd had to admit to himself that he was elated. They'd kept in touch, and now, two years later, with the blessing of his girlfriend, now fiancé, they were going to meet again. He reached the door. A confident man, he was shocked to see his hands shaking. He forced himself to calm down as he knocked on the door. She stood in the doorway, a few inches shorter than he was, and he gasped. The bright, disco lights of the party had done nothing to improve her looks, as he had imagined; she was even more stunning in the gentle, late-summer sun of New England. Reaching out to her, he pulled he into his grasp. Her heart was beating fast too, he noticed, and he smelt the perfume he remembered from that night. She pulled back, still in his arms, looked up at him and smiled. "It's wonderful to see you again." "I can't believe I'm really here. You look… you are perfect." She smiled again, and started walking to the kitchen. The thing that had started them talking, he remembered, was their mutual love of food. Brushing past him, he felt a surge of electricity, and he watched her gently swaying waist below a modest, yet short, floral summer dress. Just being here was turning him on, and the perfection of the weather and her body seemed to make it worse. "I didn't cook anything too special," she said, looking over her shoulder to where he stood trying to calm down, again "I thought we could just have something simple on the veranda. Picking up a tray, she walked out of the kitchen, again brushing past him, and out to the deck. He followed, and sat beside her on the swing bench. She handed him a glass of champagne and a plate of smoked salmon and salad. He raised his glass. "Cheers," he said, overcome by modesty. "Making memories," she replied softly, smiling coquettishly over her glass. Sitting there, with the sun setting over the Atlantic, her bare thigh brushing against the suit he had been wearing for the conference in Boston, he knew there would be plenty of memories from this trip. *********** Stepping out of the shower, he dried quickly and wrapped the towel around himself. They had spent a wonderful evening, talking, relaxing, drinking champagne, and he was about to go to bed, sure that tomorrow would be the most erotic day of his life. He was just reflecting that he couldn't be any aroused when he opened his bedroom door. Lying in his bed, smiling that sweet yet knowing smile, her hair wet from the shower and wearing a silky, sheer negligee, she was all of his dreams come true. He gasped, and almost ran towards her. She stood up in front of him, and he lifted her chin until she gazed up at him. He kissed her, gently at first, because he knew he should maintain this perfect, romantic moment, and then more passionately. Her arms were around his neck, surrendering herself to him. His hand were around her waist, and he moved them lower, caressing, squeezing, exploring her rear as he pulled her closer to him. As they continued to kiss he became more aroused, and pulled her negligee up with one hand, and beginning to run his other hand up the back of her thigh. Seeing her lying there had removed all guilt towards his fiancé from his mind, and brought his confidence back. For the first time, they stopped kissing. He moved lower, his lips and tongue touching her cheek, her ear, her neck, and her chest. He ran his tongue along the top of her negligee, reaching with one hand to pull a strap from her shoulder. Now he was able to push the negligee aside, and he did so, exposing her breast. He ran a hand underneath it, causing her to gasp involuntarily. The sexual tension, built up over two years and one wonderful evening was causing every touch to feel unbelievably erotic. He began to touch her breast with his mouth, kissing, licking the entire breast as he felt her nipple harden. Soon he was gently sucking and nibbling on her nipple as her removed the other strap, and she was naked before him. The combination of his attentions and the sudden cold air gave her goose-bumps all over her body. He began to explore her other breast, as she reached down with one hand and removed his towel. She pulled him towards her, and they were on his bed. He continued, running a hand across her flat stomach and around her hip. Placing his fingers on the inside of her knee, he began to move his hand upwards. He continued to run his tongue over her breasts, and she writhed beneath him, teased, waiting. She did not wait long. As his hand moved slowly, slowly up her thigh, he began to kiss her stomach, moving his mouth down as slowly as his hand rose. His hand reached it goal, and began to gently touch her, slowly, teasingly. She was so aroused that she shuddered, almost convulsed in ecstasy with every touch. His fingers began to circle her clitoris, and almost immediately, shouting his name, she reached her orgasm. His hand began to brush her thigh and he kissed her hip, she lay, gasping. As soon as her breathing slowed somewhat and she was starting to recover, he moved his mouth to her inner thigh. She whispered his name, arched her back and ran her fingers through his dark curly hair. He licked her inner thigh, removing her juices which were flowing down her legs, and began to lick, slowly and gently, the inside of her lips. He explored her, slowly at first, becoming quicker and more focused upon her clit as her breathing became ragged and she raised her hips, pushing herself into him. As she came for a second time, she screamed with joy. He now kissed her stomach again, her breast, her neck and she put her arm around him and pulled him onto her lips, as her other hand reached his penis. His arousal, unsatisfied for so long, was immense. She pushed him off her, and onto his back, and straddled him. His eyes widened and it was his turn to gasp as he was inside her for the first time. She moved sensuously above him. This was the first time he had been able to look at her properly since he had removed her clothes, and he was struck again by how beautiful she was. She ran her hands over his chest and smiled down at him. Her movements became more rapid and rhythmic as their combined lust took over. As he began to feel his own orgasm brewing inside him, he pulled her off him. She looked surprised. As he struggled to regain his breath, he gasped. "I want to be on top. I want to take you." She smiled now, relieved, and lay back, pulling him towards her, welcoming him. This was the final moment of passion. His hips began to buck, he moved faster and faster as they gasped, together. As his bucking stopped, and he came deep inside her, he watched and felt her come with him. It had been a perfect night, of passion and romance. He had two more days, and he foresaw passion, and nothing else. To be continued? Second Meeting i carefully applied the soft pink lipstick over my lips, hoping You would approve of the shade. Pursing my lips and stepping back from the mirror, i took in the sight of myself, wondering if You would be pleased. i smiled to myself as my gaze traveled up the length of my legs, past my supple thighs, over the curve of my hips, which were hugged tightly by my jeans. my eyes drifted higher, following the curve of my body as it swelled softly at my breasts, accented by a form-fitting light blue top. my gaze paused at my full lips. i bit my bottom lip gently, imagining the kisses i knew i’d receive later, remembering the feel of Your perfect lips pressed to my own. A knock at the front door brought me out of my daydream. Shivering with pleasure, i looked myself over once more and giggled quietly, knowing You would be pleased with my appearance that evening. i rushed to the door, my heart pounding in my chest as i opened it. A grin spread across my face and i cast my gaze downward, whispering, "Good evening, Sir." You replied, "Hello, pet," then strolled in, gripping my wrist firmly as You pulled me inside with You. You left me standing in the middle of the living room, while You walked to the window and closed the blinds. "How long might W/we be alone, pet?" You asked me. Smiling softly, i replied, "Three days, Sir." "Wonderful," You said, as You moved to the next window, closing the blinds there as well. i stood where You left me, gently biting my bottom lip, getting anxious, needing to feel Your touch again. A quiet whimper, nearly inaudible, escaped my lips. As You shut the blinds on the last window, You chuckled, "Something wrong, babygirl?" i shivered, trying to compose myself. "No, Sir. i’m fine," i lied, my voice trembling slightly. Crossing the room slowly, almost torturously slow, You said, "Oh really? You don’t sound fine." You stood behind me now, tracing Your fingertips slowly down my spine. i quivered, desperately trying to hold myself together. "What is it, pet?" You asked, Your strong hand squeezing my ass tight. i responded shakily, "i’ve missed Your touch, Sir. i ache for it." You smiled, leaning in closer to me and pressing Your soft lips to the back of my neck, sending shivers raping up my spine. You ran Your hands slowly up my sides, gently squeezing my firm little breasts. Moaning softly, i leaned back against You, resting my head on Your shoulder. Your tongue dragged over the delicate flesh of my neck toward my ear, flicking slowly along the edge of my ear. You took my earlobe between Your full lips sucking and tugging on it. "Take your shirt off, girl," You whispered into my ear. Stepping forward, reluctant to pull away from You, i pulled my shirt slowly off over my head, letting it fall to the floor beside U/us. You reached around me and unclasped my bra, letting my perky tits bounce free. i shrugged the garment off, smiling to myself as it landed on top of my shirt and Your hands found my breasts again. You took each pert, pink nipple between a thumb and forefinger, rolling them softly back and forth, pulling them upward before releasing them, causing my breasts to bounce deliciously. You slid Your hands lower, caressing my tummy, stroking a circle around my belly button before deftly undoing my jeans. "Remove your jeans, pet," You commanded with a soft smile on Your face. i hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my tight jeans and slowly wiggled out of them, my naked ass rubbing against You as i bent over. i stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. You took me by the shoulders, turning me to face You. "Look at me," You said, lifting my chin with Your fingertips. Your fingers brushed my cheek softly as You leaned in to kiss me, pressing Your lips lightly to mine, knowing i was desperate for a deeper kiss. Your arms slipped about my waist and pulled me closer to You. Shaking all over, i wrapped my arms loosely around Your neck as You pulled me into a deep, sensual kiss. my lips parted instinctively when i felt Your tongue tracing the line of them, opening myself to You, taking Your velvet tongue into my mouth. my hips ground gently against You as Your kiss deepened. You broke the kiss, lingering for a moment to tug on my bottom lip with Your teeth. i giggled softly and leaned in for one last kiss, pressing my lips to Yours for a heartbeat. Your hands found my shoulders and pushed me gently to my knees. i brushed my cheek over Your hardness as You undid Your pants and tugged them down. i smiled softly as You pulled Your cock out, eager to taste You again. You pressed the head to my lips and i kissed it sweetly, then flicked my tongue out, licking the tiny bead of silk from it. i wrapped my lips tightly around Your cock and slowly took its entire length into my mouth, moaning softly as it pressed to the back of my throat. My cheeks indented gently as i pulled back, sucking Your cock contentedly. Your hand pressed to the back of my head, entangling Your fingers in my hair and forcing my mouth back down on Your cock. Whimpering, i swallowed Your cock, choking as You fucked my mouth. You pulled back, Your cock slipping from between my lips. i pouted a little as You lifted me to me feet again, feeling rather empty without Your cock inside my mouth. "Show me to your room, babygirl," You said, wrapping Your hand around my tiny wrist. i led You down the hall to my bedroom and turned on the light as W/we stepped inside. You shut the door behind U/us and turned the light back off. Your hand pressed to the small of my back as You led me toward the bed and pushed me down onto it. i buried my face in a pillow in an attempt to hide a rapidly spreading grin. You knelt on the bed behind me, Your palm caressing my ass softly. Your finger stroked between my cheeks, brushing over my tight asshole, pausing briefly to slide a finger inside. i rocked my hips, pressing back against Your finger, needing to be filled. You pumped Your finger slowly in and out, forcing breathy moans from my lips. Pulling Your finger out, You gripped my hips tightly, lifting my ass higher, saying, "On your knees, slut." i lifted myself up on my hands and knees, shaking visibly with anticipation. You held my hips tighter and pressed the head of Your cock to my ass; slowly filling me inch by inch. Writhing beneath You i whimpered and groaned, biting my bottom lip hard, trying not to cry out as You tore into me. i rocked my hips, gently grinding against You once You were finally deep inside me. Your hands slid up my sides, gripping my shoulders tight as You slowly began fucking me, pumping Your cock faster and harder with each stroke. i cried out as You pounded into me, struggling to hold myself up. Without warning, You pulled Your cock out of my ass and drove it deeply into my now dripping pussy. i moaned a "thank You" into a pillow as You stretched my tight little cunt. "You may rub your clit if you’d like, pet," You said. Beaming, i pressed my hand between my thighs, gently stroking my clitty as You fucked me harder. Feeling me tighten around Your cock, You pounded my cunt faster. "Cum, slut," You demanded. i fucked back against You as i felt myself about to cum, rubbing my clit harder, writhing in ecstasy. My pussy spasmed along with my body, waves of pleasure washing over me, milking Your cock as i came. You groaned, cumming deep inside me. You held me tight to You as You lay down on the bed, keeping Your cock inside me, holding me close. i whispered "Thank You, Sir." You stroked my hair while W/we both tried to catch O/our breath. i smiled to myself, imagining what You’d do to me next. You pulled out of me, drawing a serious pout from me. Your hands caressed my sides as You slid them up my body, over my shoulders, slowly along the length of my arms, finally reaching my wrists, crossing one over the other and wrapping one of Your hands around them, holding them tight. With Your other hand, You reached for the hatbox atop my desk, extracting one of the long, thin neck scarves from inside. i smiled, knowing what You were up to but wondering why. You wrapped the length of silk around my wrists tightly, knotting it and tugging to be sure it was secure, then lifted my hands, looping the binding over a bedpost. "Kneel, pet," You said softly in my ear, "Do you remember when I told you that you would receive one level-nine swat for every time you’ve forgotten to address Me properly?" i nodded, "Yes, Sir," moving to my knees, resting my firm bottom upon my upturned heels. "I’ve changed my mind," You continued, "you’ll now receive one lash for each instance of your forgetfulness." You pressed at the back of my head, lowering it between my outstretched arms, then swept my hair to the side, leaving my alabaster back exposed in its entirety. i closed my eyes in anticipation, my entire body shaking. i felt You leave the bed and heard You walk from the room, returning a moment later, with Your belt, i assumed. "you will count from one to twelve, girl," You said, "one for each time you’re struck. Do you understand?" i nodded and whispered, "Yes, Sir." You held one end of the belt above me, dragging the other end of the cool leather down my spine, sending shivers through me. i felt a slight sting as the first blow landed across my back. "One, Sir," i counted. i breathed a soft sigh of relief, thinkin this was no worse than any other beatings i’d received in the past. The second lash bit into my flesh. "Two, Sir," i said through clenched teeth. Two more blows found their marks. i could feel the heat begin to radiate from my back as i counted them, "Three, Sir. Four, Sir." A fifth lash fell across the middle of my back, breathing deeply for a moment, waiting for the smoldering pain to subside before I could count, "Five, Sir." You struck me again, three blows this time. "Six, Sir. Seven, Sir," i gasped, gripping the bedpost tightly. Finally i managed to count, "Eight, Sir." Tears filled my eyes at the next strike. "Nine, Sir," i sobbed, biting my bottom lip to keep from crying out. "Ten, Sir," i counted as the leather fell upon my lower back, sending tears streaming down my cheeks. i writhed upon the bed, sobbing, wishing You’d hurry with the last two. Another lash across my tender, welted flesh. "Eleven, Sir," i managed through my tears. "Twelve, Sir," I cried, my body shaking with every sob as You struck me a final time. i heard the belt fall to the floor. You knelt beside me on the bed, placing a soft kiss to my shoulder, gently stroking my back with Your fingertips. As You unbound my wrists, You leaned in, whispering into my ear, "I trust you’ll find it easier to remember to address me properly now, babygirl." i nodded, sniffling a bit before replying, "Yes, Sir." "Good girl," You said softly, kissing my forehead and wiping the tears from my cheeks. Second Meeting She knew I was mad, and horny. But, she said she didn't feel well and went home early, leaving me in that big bar, with half a hard-on and no place to put it. After six months of dating, with good, not great sex, I felt her slipping away, and wished she would just cut the cord and get on with it. But, she made plans with me, then backed out, like that night, so as she left, I snapped and ended it, telling her it wasn't working out. She smiled, wished me the best, and left. Just as well, but I was primed now, and with not many prospects. I downed my Scotch and water and looked around the place. Every good-looking girl seemed to be paired off already, since it was 1 AM, and I resigned myself to the fate of masturbating when I got home. "Excuse me, can I get in here?" I shifted my body to make room, and it wasn't enough, because this was a big woman! Not tall, but round, with a gorgeous face. I smiled and backed away, and she said, "Oh, I'm not that big, am I?" and her eyes glowed. She had a pageboy hairdo, grey, with green eyes. "No, of course. I just figured you wouldn't want contact with a slug like me, being dressed as hot as you are!" She got in next to me, glanced at me sideways and smiled, quizzically. "You don't remember me, do you?" I looked closely, she was 5'5, and as I said, curved! I would say "hefty" but she was way too pretty. Dressed for class, about 10 years older than me, making her 40. Huge tits, to counter-balance the big ass, and she showed those titties for all to see, with a low top. I looked at her boobs, then back at her face, and smiled, "I'm sure I'd remember, wouldn't I?" She ordered her drink, and had me backed up, calling me by name. "I'm Carol's friend, Mona, I was with her the night you two met. How is she? Are you to still seeing each other?" I held my drink up to her. "No, as a matter of fact, we just broke up, tonight. So you were there for the beginning and the end! You didn't miss much in the middle!" Then it came back to me. "Wait a sec, now I got it, but she was so dumpy and... you don't look anything like her!" She smiled brightly. "Thank you, I think! I got a new job, and a new life, turned things around. It took six months, but it seems to be working." "I'll say, I didn't recognize you at all!" She said how her new female boss took her under her wing. Another big girl, she showed Mona how to dress for her body, to accentuate the curves. then she took her to a spa, and they did a complete make over, hair colored and styled, including a course on makeup application. I just smiled as she went on, so proud of herself and her new life. I was captivated by her face. How could I not have seen through everything else? She was like Emme, that full-sized model who is beautiful. "As a mater of fact, you had something to do with it, Jake." "Me? How?" "I was really jealous of Carol that night, how she just picked you up, and I said 'Someday, I want to be able to do that!' So, I began thinking then about changes." "Well, I hate to take credit, but if you insist! And it just so happens, I'm available for pick-up. If you're willing to give me another shot." She still wore that smile as she stared at me. "It's almost like Karma. I don't know if you remember, but it was right here that we met. It was this crowded, and you were pressed against me, until you saw Carol, then you were hers." I slipped my hand around her waist, held her close so my crotch was pressed against her hip. She had me rock-hard already. I whispered, "Now I'm yours, if you want me." She looked up, and I felt her hand between us, and she squeezed my rod. "My place isn't far." In a flash, we were at her building, and the elevator ride was dueling tongues, at high speed. She fumbled with the keys as my hands grabbed here and there, and our combined breathing was 500 beats per minute. Once inside, we were locked together, felling and undressing as we moved into the living room, her top up and off, showing a red lace bra that barely contained those mountains. She had my shirt open and off and was scrambling with my slacks while I forced down her slacks. "Wait, the lights!" She turned and cut them off, so all I could see was shadows. I complained, and she said "It's my only rule." Okay, thinking back, with all the weight she lost, there were probably things left unseen. I relented and she was back at me, lowering my pants and sliding down. My cock was engulfed, right down to the base. I held her head, and knew at once, she loved sucking cock. Nobody could be that good at something they didn't love! My pent-up frustration had my mojo working, and her eagerness only made it worse. There was no way I could hold on, and i let myself relax and enjoy it. As I felt t rush forward, I yelled, "Fuuuuuck!" and spurted my fluids deep into her hungry mouth. She devoured every drop, slurping, licking, staying on me, until there was nothing left. I laid there panting, and I felt her stirring, and pulled her to me. She had slid out of her slacks and panties, and we kissed heavily as her naked body crawled up mine. "How was that?" she asked. "Awesome!" was all that came out, and I began to reciprocate, to pay her back in spades. I rolled her on her back and found her nipples. They were very soft, and she said "Be careful, they're sensitive." Just the way I like them. I felt them harden from my touch, and she purred as she ran her fingers through my hair. I let my hand slide between her thighs, and found her bare snatch, and she immediately spread for my touch. I dipped one, then tow, and three fingers into her, and she flowed like a fountain. She was speaking, telling me how good it felt, she even apologized for being so wet! I knew I had to taste her, too, so I inverted into 69 and slid my head in there, following my senses, and my tongue worked on her thighs, trailing kisses until she was writhing, then I hit the sweet spot and she came, right in my face. I was panting for air, and so was she, but she was kissing my cock head, too, then squeezing my balls, and I felt myself growing again. This time, she spun on me, and squatted over me, as I reached into the shadows and felt those glorious breasts. She lined my cock up with her slit, and took me in to that hot box, and my cock was never so excited. My cock was hers to use, and she decided on pace and thrust, churning my stick with her hips swirling, while she purred, moaning. Mona was moaning. Then she caught fire. Who knows what she saw in the darkness, what she was imagining, but she was fucking for the ages, so fast and hard, trying to satisfy an itch with my cock. I cried out that i was coming, and she was, too. We both arced at the same time, and held it there, forever it seemed until my first heavy spurt, followed by another, and then we both went at it with fury, lost in the orgasms. When I awoke, the sun was up. "Morning, Sleepy-head!" Mona had a pot of coffee and 2 mugs. She had a robe on, over a nightgown. I was still nude, except for the sheet she had draped over me. I used the facilities, washed my face, and came back in wearing just my jockeys. She was talking aimlessly, about who knows what, as if we were married for 30 years. The coffee worked itself through me, and I said "Last night...?" She stared. "Yes?" There was anticipation in her word. "Last night, I realized I made a big mistake six months ago. I chose the wrong girl." She looked down, smiling. "Thank you for that. But, in fact, had you chosen me then, I wouldn't have done the makeover. And the makeover caused last night." I toasted her with my coffee mug. "Mona, thanks for waiting!" "Thanks for being there. Breakfast?" "As long as I get you for a snack, afterwards!" "You're on!"