2 comments/ 29398 views/ 8 favorites A Liaison By: slimbi213 I am naked and waiting, fidgeting, hard as a rock, when there is a knock on the front door. Naked, except for the plug in my asshole, the ring around my cock and balls, and the collar and cuffs He has directed me to wear. Black leather wrist and ankle cuffs with shiny metal rings and rivets. Fastened tightly and held in place by small brass locks. The collar is 2 inches thick, and has a single large D-ring at my throat. The plug is jelly, it is 5 inches long, and is lodged deep inside my ass. My asshole is stretched into an "O" around it, being held open. And my cock is evidence of the stimulation. The plug was the first toy I had bought, too big at first. Now it is thick and long enough that I cannot forget it is inside me. Today is the first day that someone else will know that I am wearing it. The thought is wicked and terrifying. The first time someone will fuck me... I have been playing with my asshole in secret all of my life. Fingers, pencils and hairbrush handles when I was a boy. Screwdriver handles and fingers as a teenager. A small vibrator a new girlfriend brought into bed one night. I never had an 'opportunity' that I recognized to act on those feelings, with another boy. I was always too busy playing sports or running around with girls. But recently, I have begun to fantasize about it. More and more, I have been thinking about what it would be like to suck another guy's dick, or to even get fucked. There's a website I came across, a membership site for guys to meet and have sex. I bought a membership, and posted an ad. And for the next few months, I've been tweaking my profile, exploring my desires, figuring out what I was looking for. I was looking for a mature and masculine man, someone too old for games, but old enough to appreciate my youth. I wanted to be lusted after, but I also wanted to be respected and appreciated. I didn't want to just meet some douchebag in a bar. I wanted a strong, masculine, decent man, with a nice thick cock. When I hear that knock, my heart lurches. Partly in fear - or is it terror? - and partly in excited anticipation. This is it, the final chance to escape. This is the threshold of my new life, and the culmination of my old one. I could look through the peephole to make sure it's not someone else. Or I could cover myself, and then answer the door. Or peek around the door jamb. I could call through the door - 'hey, sorry, but I've changed my mind!' Or I could just hide, and wait for whoever it is to become discouraged, walk away. But i don't do any of those things. i move before i can change my mind. My vision narrows and i see my hand on the lock, twisting it, then on the doorknob. i lower my head. My wrist turns and i pull the handle towards me, then i can feel the cool air on my thighs as the door opens. i can see the light on my bare feet. And the cuffs on my ankles. The little padlocks are shining in the daylight. Above my feet, I can see my erect penis. It is rock hard in anticipation, the blood trapped by the ring. It bounces with my heartbeat, and the hardness embarrasses me. I feel faint, only moments from ejaculation. When i look up, He is looking at me. It seems very bright around Him. He is wearing a blue suit, with a button-down-collared shirt, and a red tie. As i look into his face, i can feel a breeze through the door, it chills my skin. My face feels flushed, my nipples feel taught. But i try to stand up proud of my commitment, my faith. We do not speak. In the living room, i am on my knees in front of him. I am sitting on my haunches, my head bowed. After a few moments, i look up at Him. He gives me a nod, beckons me to Him. i try not to lose my self-control, and move to him too quickly. Instead, I shuffle forward, my hands cross the distance between us deliberately, and i begin by untying his shoes. They are expensive wingtips in black leather. They are shiny, and the laces are waxed. i untie them both, then lift his feet out of his shoes. i take off his socks, too, they are musty and warm but his feet are clean. i raise my head to his belt, at my eye level, and i unbuckle it. His suit pants have a slide clasp at the top, and then the zipper. i can feel his cock through the wool, against the heel of my hand, and as i pull his zipper down i slide my palm and fingers against it, softly. He is semi-erect, and deliciously thick. He chuckles because He knows what i am doing. He knows. i hold the cuffs and side of the legs and help him step out of the pants. Now His white cotton boxers. His penis bobs as it is released. i try not to stare, to even look. but i can see it out of the corner of my eye. i can smell his scent. His underwear gone, i move my hands onto the outsides of his thighs, and feel the hair and the skin. i lean my face forward, and press my cheek against his leg, i am smelling Him and feeling Him and adoring looking at his cock from so close. He is starting to thicken, to raise up. He is anticipating the pleasure i will soon be giving Him. It's right that i am naked to worship Him. In my nakedness, i am vulnerable, and exposed to Him. In my nakedness i am offering myself to Him without condition. In my nakedness i am innocent. My collar and cuffs are for Him. They symbolize His control over me, my supplication to His convenience and satisfaction. In black grasping leather and hard unflinching metal, they wordlessly state their superiority over my flesh, just as i am accepting another man's superiority over my soul. It is easier for Him to hold me with them, to place me as He wishes. To limit what I might experience, to solely His wishing. I am submitting through them and in them. My plug is my salvation. It holds my most intimate place open for his pleasure. It stimulates and frustrates my desires. My body tenses to hold it, my anus grips it as His surrogate cock. My inner muscles are twitching in the sensations, resisting the intruder and grasping at it, both at the same time. But it is also releasing me, making our coupling easier and quicker, by easing my nervous and inexperienced muscles. It is beautiful. The look, the smell. He does not shave or trim his pubic hair, He is all natural. That's what first attracted me to Him. The picture in his profile of His cock, this cock here in front of my eyes. Under his shaggy hair, His penis is less than half erect, but it is already plump and lengthened. It hangs heavily over his balls, maybe 7 inches from root down to the tip. The head is another inch thicker than the shaft, and shaped like a mushroom, like a giant gumdrop. I slowly nuzzle my nose into the point where His balls meet His thighs, and inhale His scent. It is alive and clean, with a hint of His musk. Like a well-mixed drink, the flavors are in balance and the experience awakens my palate and my passions. The hair tickles my nose and my cheeks. I curl my tongue out of my mouth and along His balls, swiping and nipping and smelling Him. My nose rubs against His penis as my tongue stimulates the essence of his manhood. His virile balls move as i suck and lick their pouch. I taste and smell his sweet salt, and he tilts his hips as I lick behind them, smelling and tasting him. His cock is hardening now, and as it rises off of his balls, i run my tongue along the root, from side to side. His penis flops on my cheeks as i swipe my tongue against the base. i suckle the scent from him, pulling the flesh between my lips and tongue. His cock is against my forehead and face, and as i suckle i rub against it, feeling his thickness and weight. Up the shaft of his cock, the skin moves under my lips as I tongue him. His cock has ridges under the skin, bumps which i imagine drumming against my cheeks and asshole while He uses me. These ridges, too, i worship with my mouth. Up the shaft to the base of the helmet, where the skin meets, and there is so much sensitivity. I suck greedily on this spot, and as He flexes his cock, it bounces upwards and slips from my lips, and my mouth makes a slurping sound. But i follow the cock, and finally I engulf the head into my eager mouth. It is soothing to have his cock in my mouth. My mouth is completely filled with his taste and his meat, it feels heavy and pulses on my tongue. The mushroom fills my mouth, I can feel it on my cheeks. I grab the big dick by the base, and slide the spongy helmet as far into the back of my throat as i can. The taste is perfect - warm and sweet and salty, and it fills my mouth just as his size does. And he leaks small amounts of precum, which I can feel slippery against my tongue. Three times in a row, i squeeze the shaft from the base to the tip, and lick the droplets from the eye of his mushroom. He is salty and sweet, and I love the way the cum clots in my mouth, refuses to be washed away by my saliva. Slowly, back and forth, up and down, i nurse on his beautiful cock. My hands grasp and twist his base as my tongue and lips lavish his shaft and that amazing mushroom. As i swirl my tongue and head up the shaft, my lips catch on the edge of His helmet and i suck hard while squeezing the shaft, firmly, squeezing more precum into my mouth. He is enjoying my work, low deep groans and hip flexing. His hand is on the back of my head, guiding my ministrations. I am pleasing him! Newly motivated, up and down i continue worshiping his manhood. I take him as deep into my throat as i can, then all the way up to the corona, then plunging down deep into my throat again. All while slurping and sucking. The saliva is starting to run down my wrists and out of the sides of my mouth, as I drool my enthusiasm onto his thick knob. I suckle the underside of his dick, pull down on his balls, and slide my hands up and down the shaft, sometimes twisting, sometimes just firmly squeezing. I pull his hips into my mouth, and run my arms between his legs to squeeze his ass, tickle his asshole. I try to place hickies on his cock, i lick it and tongue it and suck it deeply into my throat, eyes watering and my body resisting the impulse to gag as i screw my throat onto Him. Then, ravenously, i slurp all of my saliva off of this wonderful thick cock, and rub it on my face. And again, i plunge my mouth down over it, engulfing it. His moans are louder know, and He speaks His encouragements: "that's a good boy, suck that cock, ooooh, yeah, pull on my balls with your other hand. Your mouth is so wet! You really wanted this big dick, didn't you? I can tell how much you like it! Mmmmm, I love it in your throat like that, suck on Daddy's dick. Oh, that's good." He pulls my head down onto his crotch, and pushes his hips forward, spearing his thick organ deep into my throat. And groans deeply. i too moan, because of His force, and my need. More tears, and i swallow hard so as to not gag on Him. As i am working on worshiping him, his phallus, his hand takes over from mine and he pulls his cock out of my throat. I feel suddenly empty, with saliva and tears all over my face. I swipe my nose with the back of my hand and sniff, then look up at Him. He grabs me firmly by the collar, pulls me to my feet with two strong fingers through the ring at my throat. I am forced to stand on tiptoe to meet his eyes, and my erect penis hits his thick hard cock between our groins. My hands automatically go to his furry belly, and his arm snakes around my thin waist, pulling me against his chest. Firmly, again, he pulls my collar to him, and kisses me hard on my sloppy mouth. His manhood is thick like a rolled up newspaper under my balls, rubbing through my legs to my asshole, and mine is caught sideways between our hips. His thick and muscular tongue invades my mouth and wrestles into my throat. His hand moves to the back of my head, crushing my mouth to his. I have never been kissed so deeply or forcefully in my life, and the sensation makes my eyes roll into the back of my head, and my back arch. In an instant, he pulls me away from him, and once again I am left feeling empty. But before I have a chance to think, he is spinning me around and walking me to the couch. He pushes me forward over the back of the couch, and kicks my legs apart, his thick hand holding the middle of my back pinned to the cushions, pressing me down. I am crushingly aware of my vulnerability, my exposure to His will. His fingers search out my most private place, grasping the base of the plug, and He pulls it out of me in a single quick motion. He throws it onto the couch, and it bounces next to my face. "Suck it," is all that he says. As I pick up the plug I feel his face between my cheeks, and immediately his tongue forces its way up my ass. Not outside or around it; I can feel his thick muscle inside me, sucking and opening me. His stubbly cheeks are pressing around my asshole, his breath through his nose on my tailbone. And his tongue feels to be incredibly deep inside me. I can only utter a single surprised groan before I put the soiled plug into my mouth. It smells and tastes of both musk and vanilla - during my preparation, I was instructed to give myself three enemas, the final rinse to include vanilla oil. The taste and smell are surprisingly good. I slide the entire toy into my mouth and wrap my lips at the base of the plug, once again swallowing to prevent gagging. And I know what he is tasting inside me. He is making my head spin. His tongue is exploring me in ways I had not previously imagined. His hands are pulling my balls from their root, pulling me onto his face. I am loving it. Without even realizing it, i am pushing my hips back into him, pleading for deeper penetration, more stimulus. I suck hard on the dildo, and whimper at the feelings radiating from my ass. I wish the plug were his cock. After too little time, I feel him pull back without ceremony. His left hand holds my body to the couch, while his right slaps my ass. Three loud CRACKS! sound out in rapid succession, the sounds make me jump. Pain shoots up through my cheeks, and I try to stand up, but he holds me in place as I squirm. He spits on my asshole, then in an instant, I feel two thick fingers delve into me, twisting and intruding, stretching my asshole and burrowing into my ass. His outside fingers roughly rub behind my balls, his thumb along my crack towards my back. He is stripping away my resistance, the heel of his hand starts slapping my ass cheeks as His fingers pump into my hole. They are unyielding, forceful, wiggling and stretching inside me, and i begin to feel a buzzing deep inside me, a painless dull ache, a contraction. It's a warmth, like the beginnings of an orgasm, but very different from any sensation I know. My back is arching, my hips are beginning to rock against his fingers, looking for more penetration, more stimulation. As I whimper through what he is doing to me, I realize that he is no longer inside me. The pressure of the hand on my back increases, and then I feel his cock at my asshole. In a thrust, that mushroom head crosses my threshold and takes my virginity. He sinks deep into me, there is a pain, but it quickly subsides. I am overwhelmed by his thickness, and the buzz that I had noticed before turns up into a dull roar. He is bonding with my being, mating me. His cock stretches me, his mushroom probing my depths and shifting me inside my abdomen and inside my head. He draws out, then pushes in further, then out and in further still. In a few strokes, He is fully seated inside me. Together, He and i groan as we grind our hips together. THIS is what i wanted, what i have been missing, what i needed. I feel taken, deliciously violated and owned. By Him. I groan deeply as the sensations in my ass and in my brain come together, and a warmth of eroticism spreads throughout my entire body. I raise up against him, my back to his chest. He wraps his arms across my chest, and i reach over my shoulders to his head, and turn my face to him. As his wonderful tongue slips into my mouth, he begins long strong strokes in my asshole. It is like a bright light behind my eyeballs, his arms crushing my chest and his thick cock probing my ass. Slowly, consistently, inexorably, he picks up his force and the strength of his thrusts, until he is hammering at my ass. The slaps of his hips against my ass cheeks, the squelch of his cock as it plunders my asshole, the smell of vanilla and deodorant and sweat, fill my senses. I begin to think that we are making too much noise, and then i realize that it is my own voice I am hearing. I am groaning and squealing as the glow inside my bowels turns into a starburst, i am unbelievably ready to come, but not with my cock. My bowels are crying with joy, loving his onslaught. I am being pulled into another space, another consciousness, and it is a world of rapture, of submission and self-prostration. He clasps my body to his, forcing his tongue into my mouth, and then, suddenly, supernova. A feeling i have never felt before spreads through my depths, my asshole goes slack and seems to seep wetness, and suddenly I am coming. My body shakes involuntarily, i lose control of my muscles, and i experience something like a seizure. My mind bounces through oblivion, skipping off of pools of light and pleasure, unable to control my body. A completely different kind of orgasm than anything i have ever felt radiates from my insides to the tips of my hands and feet, the top of my scalp, and the tip of my penis. Every hair on my body stands up, and the spasm goes on for what seems like hours. It is a roller coaster, a painless explosion, i am weightless and incredibly heavy, all at the same time. As the cobwebs and squealing fade, i find myself hungrily sucking at his lips. As i come back to earth and regain my breath and consciousness, i look down through my panting eyes to see that i have spurted onto the couch without ever having touched my cock, my cum milky and cloudy, drippy on the leather, and dripping off of my cockhead. His arms unwind, His sweaty chest separates from my back, and He withdraws his cock from my ass. Again i feel incredibly empty. "Clean that mess up," he says. Quickly, i bend over and begin licking up my own emissions, something i rarely do. Usually, once I spend myself, i lose my horniness and just wipe up and pack myself away. But today, for Him, i do it enthusiastically and quickly, hoping to get his cock back into me, to feel that wonderful full feeling again. With my fingers and tongue i scrape up everything off of the leather, and from my penis head, then greedily suck my fingers clean. Before i can be done, i feel his hands on my hips. Again, he spins me around, and again his thick tongue invades my mouth. His steel cock pokes me in his stomach, and i grasp at it with my hand as his oral muscle thrusts into my mouth. We separate after a moment, and i see remnants of my cum on his mouth. I lean forward, take his face in my hands, and lick it from his lips. He looks at me, eyes ablaze, then pushes me back until my ass bumps into the couch. "Lay back over the arm of the couch," he tells me. I scurry around the side of the couch and sit on the arm. He follows me, then squats down in front of me. I spread my legs. He grabs my ankles, and lifts them as he stands. My ankles rush up into the air, spilling me backwards onto the cushions of the couch. He lifts my ass to the edge of the arm, and in a single motion, his cock spears back into me. Deeply, in a single thrust, i am no longer empty. The slapping noise begins again. Almost immediately the glowing in my stomach starts again, racing up the mountainside in brightness and intensity. In seconds, i am moaning and thrashing around, again completely engulfed in instinct and pleasure - all higher thoughts and functions crumble in the face of his sexual prowess. He is masterful, bringing us both to the edge of climax repeatedly, then backing away. Repeatedly, he spins my hips one way then another, exploring my asshole and bowels, and uncovering my prostate with clinical expertise. A Liaison My escort for the evening and I have arrived at the H____ home, a gorgeous if a bit ostentatious mansion in Preston Hollow, for the charity benefit. He's a bit of a business climber, and he's dazzled and eager to begin to ply his not-too-subtle wiles on the powerful men and women at the party. I'm there to make one business contact-a side benefit to the evening-and to have another liaison with you. I'm wearing a black heavy satin dress modeled on a 1950s Balmain cocktail dress, with a portrait collar and a bit of a full skirt-made for me, since vintage Balmain dresses never have a bustline large enough for me. My stockings are silk and black, and my black pumps are 4 inch stiletto, but not the ridiculous stripper platforms that are all the rage; they would look ridiculous with my dress. My hair is swept up on the sides and then curled slightly down the back of my neck. I'm perfectly correct-even slightly reminiscent of a curvier Grace Kelly-just as you requested. Underneath, I am all courtesan. I am wearing the scarlet corset that laces my waist tight, and leaves my breasts frothing like creamy foam at the top. My stockings are thigh high, and my panties a piece of satin with only a thin scarlet strip of lace running up the back. My scent is the nicotiana oil you find so stimulating, and in my ears dangle the diamond drops you gave me on my last birthday. Around my neck is a simple short silver chain with only a diamond nestling in the hollow at the base of my throat. It dances in the light when I move. I feel like an elegant sacrifice. We move into the main room and my date begins to schmooze as we circulate, and I see you across the room with your date for the evening. She's a bit of trophy fluff, young and empty-headed, but no one can deny she looks good on your arm. You take my breath away. Your tuxedo is classic, but you have so much charisma that I can feel it all the way across the room. You haven't seen me yet, and I can soak you in, seeing the way your hair brushes your white shirt collar. I can see a slight glint of your cuff links on your cuffs-the ones I gave you last Christmas. I look for a moment too long, and-as if you feel my gaze-you look at me, and suddenly I can't breathe. Your eyes slide down me, and I know you can see that I've dressed for you-inside and out-and your lips turn up slightly in pleasure. My date gets my attention, and I turn away to do business. Eventually, we come face to face with you and your arm candy, and you shake hands with my escort as I give her an air kiss. When it's my turn, you lean in to kiss my cheek, and I can see you glance down at my wide collar, knowing you see the hint of scarlet at the top. I'm so close to you that I can see the pulse in your throat, and I know you are as excited as I am at the thought of what will happen tonight. She has her hand with its long french manicured nails tightly wrapped around your arm, and she looks archly at me. I know what she's thinking: He's mine. She's momentarily distracted as sees some of her trophy friends and goes off squealing in joy. I try not to smirk, but I can't help myself: as young and gorgeous as she may be, she will never have you, never know you mind, body, and soul. That is reserved for me. Later, I've made my contact, and I look for my date. He's still performing verbal fellatio on H____ and C____, drunk on the borrowed power from the men around him. Your date is consuming appletinis at an alarming rate with her little friends, and talking about doing shots. I finally see you across the room, and you are looking straight at me, your single glass of scotch still in your hand, mostly full. Like me, you are too addicted to control to drink too much at an event where business is done. You quirk an eyebrow at me-asking if I'm finished with my business-and I smile, then turn and begin to casually walk to the terrace doors. It's mid-autumn in Texas, which means the night is warm but with a hint of the deeper fall to come. I walk out onto the terrace, and anyone seeing me would simply assume I was getting some air. My heart, however, is pounding so hard I am surprised no one has noticed. My pussy is already moist-and has been since I dressed for you-and I am so excited I don't know that I could speak if I had to. I know where to go in the lovely landscaped grounds. I skirt a fountain and take the path to a bit wilder and less lighted area. There's a bench there, and as I come into the small clearing, I'm disappointed to see you're not there yet-even though I knew you wouldn't be. As instructed, I go the back of the bench and rest my hands on its raised back, head down. And I wait. I hear someone approach-I hope it's you-but I keep my head down. A breeze slides over me and my skin tightens and tingles. Then I smell your scent. Your lips touch the back of my neck and I arch my back in pleasure. Your arms come around me for just a moment, and your hands slide over my satin-covered breasts, then down, down, down. Then I feel my skirts sliding up as you lift them to my waist. Your left hand comes up to the back of my neck, and you push me down until I am bent at the waist, my skirts rucked up, and you nudge my feet apart with your foot. You've not said a single word. I can feel the slight hint of a breeze on the cheeks of my ass, which is now completely exposed to you and the moonlight. I know what you're seeing-you've orchestrated this event-the twin cheeks of creamy flesh bisected by a thin strip of scarlet lace, the lace tops of my stockings mid-thigh. I close my eyes in anticipation. Your left hand still on the back of my neck, your right hand cups my ass and then I feel your finger slide down the lace, down to the small bit that covers my pussy, sticky and wet with moisture, and I feel like swooning like a victorian miss. You push aside the lace and stroke me with your finger once, twice...and then-as you abruptly push a finger inside my dripping cunt-you lean over me and say "mine" in my ear. I've been aroused for so long, I immediately orgasm around your finger. You give me a few strokes as I cum, almost lazily, and your left hand strokes the back of my neck. I am panting, all thoughts of feeling elegant gone-only the sacrifice is left. As I recover, you whisper in my ear, reminding me that there are other people in the garden, and that we could be discovered any moment...that if I value my professional reputation, I will contain my moaning and screaming. I know you're right, but at that moment, I don't care. It's all part of the danger and the pleasure. My ears have finally stopped ringing, and I hear your zipper go down. Immediately my heart begins to pound again, because I know what's next. You kick my feet further apart, and push down on my neck again, and then I feel the head of your cock slide up and down the crack of my ass. There's moisture, and I know you are as turned on as I am-by the night, by the situation, by the danger. I am presenting-my ass is spread, my pussy is wide and pulsing-and all I want is your cock inside me, but I am held in place as you tease me with your cock, pressing and sliding and-then you drive it inside my waiting cunt, and I cum violently, my blood pounding and roaring in my ears, but my moans stifled to whimpers as I've been instructed. I have been mounted, and I am yours-yet again. You pound me with your cock and one orgasm becomes indistinguishable from the next as you bend over me, driving deeper and deeper. Your hand leaves my neck as you grip my hips with both hands, pinning me as your cock rams into me, impaling me over and over. Suddenly you stop and raise your head, listening. We can both hear voices as people approach. I think you will pull your cock out of me, but instead, you begin stroking in and out slowly, heating my pussy up again. You bend over me and whisper in my ear-no moaning-and suddenly it is all I can do not to scream in pleasure. One hand comes up to lightly cover my mouth, and I bite it gently to remind you that I'm still here. You continue to stroke me deeply, but you pick up the pace a bit, and I can hear you breathing hard as you feel your own finish approaching. Abruptly, you pull your cock out of my pussy, and I can't help a quiet moan of frustration. You laugh beneath your breath and I am spun around to face you. Your cock is still out and in your hand, and I know what I want. I keep my skirt up and kneel before you, taking your cock in my own hands and sliding it into my mouth. I can taste us on your skin. I hear your breath hitch as I close my eyes at the familiar taste. Your hands go to my head and you pull me towards you, sending your cock deep into my throat. I humm in pleasure as I use my tongue and mouth and teeth to give you the same pleasure. You groan and I know you are near to release, so I speed up my motions. Suddenly, your hands clench my hair and I feel you swell and pulse and I swallow your liquid gift to me. After a few moments, you slide out of my mouth and pull me to my feet. My legs are unsteady, and I think yours may be too. You kiss me deeply, and then walk away, adjusting your clothes as you go. I sit on the bench for a few moments, letting my breathing return to normal, then walk back to the house. I slip into a bedroom off the terrace and go into the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror-my cheeks are flushed and my eyes glitter feverishly. I smooth my hair, rinse my mouth, and try to calm down. As I enter the main room again, I can see my date is now truly intoxicated, and I know I'll be driving him home tonight. No surprise. Your escort is giddy and drunk and laughing loudly with her young friends. The party is going strong and the laughter is loud and drunken, but I feel a pool of calm around me. A waiter presents me with a glass of champagne and I take it, and see you near the terrace doors with your own glass. We toast each other silently across the room, knowing that you will come to me later, and we will begin to plan our next liaison. A Liaison - Dressing Room It's a hot and lazy Sunday, and I decide the best thing to do to stay cool is to go shopping. I'm headed to the mall when you text me: —What are you doing? —Headed to the mall. —Lol...shopping again?? —Shut up. There's a sale. I can actually hear you in my head laughing out loud, and when you ask me about the store and designer's sale, I answer sarcastically, giving you the finger verbally as you tease me about my clothes and shoes habit. Then I immerse myself in air conditioning and the pleasure of spending money for an hour. I'm in the dressing room when I get your next text: —Trying stuff on? —Yes. A cute little suit that I'll look delicious in, and you'll drool...lol —Skirt? —Yes. There's a long pause, then: —Take off your panties. I laugh out loud. Literally laugh out loud. Then the phone rings, and I look down to see you're calling. You're crazy—I say as answer, laughing. But instead of laughing back at me, you repeat it, in that growly sexy voice that gets me hot every time. Take off your panties—you say, and—just like that—I start to get wet. Are you taking off your panties?—you ask me, and, god help me, I put my hand under my skirt and pull my panties down. Once they're down and discarded on the floor, I sit on the hard bench in the dressing room, my hand already lightly stroking the soft skin of my inner thigh. I am—I tell you, and you make that growly satisfied sound. I close my eyes and imagine what that would feel like against my throat right now, and my pussy becomes drenched. Rub your clit—you tell me, and I lightly flick my clit with my finger, as I sit sprawled on the bench in this department store dressing room like a broken doll, my legs spread, my hand between my thighs, dressed in a thousand-dollar suit. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. How does that feel, baby?—you ask me, and I tell you—it feels so good, I breathe quietly. Louder—you say. There are people all around—I whisper frantically, but I note I don't stop touching myself. What are you?—you demand, and I know what you want. Your slut—I respond, and just saying the words makes my pussy clench in reaction. You'll do what I say, won't you?—you growl at me, and I know I will. I refuse to say it though, but again, I haven't stopped touching myself. Put a finger in your cunt—you tell me, and your slut follows your direction, sliding my index finger inside myself. My eyes are closed, but I can hear women walking past, talking about the fit of that dress, the shoes they'll need to buy, the last five pounds they need to lose. Another finger—you say, and I know that you know that I'm willing to play the obedient slut at the moment. The second finger fills me up more, and I feel my pussy begin to throb, clenching around the two fingers I have inside me. I am panting, so close to cumming, and you know it. I open my eyes and see myself in the mirror, slumped on the bench, legs askew, the unmistakable look of slumberous sex all over my face. Cum, slut—you say tightly, and I know you're just as excited as I am at this moment, and my orgasm crashes over me as I watch myself shiver and shake, trying to contain my moans and my panting breaths. You give me a moment to recover, and then you say—Come out to the big mirror—and I'm speechless. Come out to the big mirror, slut—you repeat, and I'm shocked into moving, pulling my skirt down over my naked ass. I leave the dressing room and come around the corner to the three-way mirror, and there you are, phone to your ear. For a moment, we stand there, our smartphones pressed to our faces, then you drop your hand and end the call. You step forward next to me, and slide an arm around me. You're right—you say—I like that suit. So conservative and proper and sexy. And my slut underneath. I raise my face up and try to look as haughty as I can with my hair messy and my pussy still throbbing. Take me to your dressing room—you say, and I begin to smile. We look around a bit but no one's watching as we duck into my dressing room, stepping over the scattered detritus of my interrupted shopping trip. Once inside, you capture my face in your hands and kiss me as if you're going to drain every drop of me, then you begin to fuck my mouth with your tongue, and I let you in, my hands sliding down over your shoulders and back, sliding and fondling, and then gripping your ass through your jeans. Your mouth slides down to my neck and I open my eyes, watching in the wall mirror as you lick and nibble my throat. Watching you devour me turns me on like I never imagined I would be—like I'm watching you with someone else. I can see your hands sliding down my sides, first squeezing my full heavy tits, then down to my hips, pulling me into you so I can feel your big cock, hard and throbbing behind the fly of your jeans, then around to squeeze my ass. You slide the skirt of the suit up, up, up my thighs, and when you find I still have no panties on, you groan into my skin. You finally realize that my attention is focused somewhere else, and turn your head to watch in the mirror as your hands grip my bare ass. We're both panting, excited and throbbing, as we hear women outside the dressing room, its shared ceiling carrying sound right across. Suddenly I hear the saleswoman just outside the door: You doing okay in there?—she asks and rattles the locked door handle, and I struggle to choke out that yes, I'm doing fine. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, but you don't give me the chance, your mouth finding mine again, and I forget all about her as you plunder my mouth with yours. Then you turn my head back to watch the mirror and bury your head in my neck to bite me. The feel of your teeth on me makes me shiver and want to moan—loudly. You turn me around to face the bench, my hands flat on the wall in front of me. You use your foot to nudge my feet farther apart, and I watch as you pull the skirt to my waist. I expect you to unbutton your fly, but you kneel down behind me, and I watch in the mirror as you begin to lick me, your head between the twin globes of my ass, feeling your tongue dart between my pussy lips to flick my clit, then slide back and up, the flat of your tongue swiping my pussy on its way to pierce my ass. I gasp in reaction, then bend over farther, my stance widening as I invite you in. And you accept, your hands reaching up to pull my ass cheeks apart, as you lick me top to bottom, then one hand leaving to unbutton your jeans. When you stand, I am braced against the wall, breathing in short, excited pants I'm trying to stifle. You thrust hard into my cunt, and I cum on your cock, a short quiet moan escaping. You lean over me, your head close to mine., our breathing practically in time as we listen to the voices of people only feet away, separated only by a thin wall. Better be quiet, slut—you breathe in my ear as I bite back a moan, and then you say—Watch us—and I turn my head and open my eyes, and we're both watching as you fuck me, hunched over me, your hands on my tits, squeezing and pulling me back into you. I can see flashes of your cock as you pull all the way out, then slide back in, over and over again, and I know you're watching your cock disappear into my cunt in the mirror, and we are both overwhelmed at the sight. I push back from the wall into you, and we are both on tiptoes as you pound my cunt with your cock, faster and faster, harder and harder. I feel another orgasm approaching, and I start to close my eyes, but you growl at me and tell me—Keep them open, watch us—and I can't look away as I cum first, shuddering and shaking, then watch you cum inside my pussy from behind, your hips pistoning into me, and my cunt clenching and milking you all the way. Your thrusts slow, but I can feel you still hard and full in my cunt, and I wonder how we'll ever get out of here... A Liaison--Public Parking I arrive at the bar precisely at 10 pm, just like we agreed. The bar's full, as it always is on Saturday nights, and there's only one spot open at the bar—a barstool near the wells. I greet Kevin the bartender with a smile, and—as usual—he kisses my hand like I'm a queen. I sit on the barstool and look around a bit, nodding at the regulars I know. I don't see you yet. I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear, and sip the drink Kevin's brought me. I'm prepared for our latest liaison. Even though I'm your slut, you don't want me to look like one; you love the contrast, so I'm dressed nicely, even conservatively, in a knee-length black skirt, a snug light blue sweater, and black stiletto heels, with discreet silver diamond heart earrings and a matching short necklace. Even though everything I'm wearing is appropriate, it's all just slightly sexy—a bit short on the skirt, a bit tight on the sweater, a bit high on the four-inch heels. The silver glints at my ears and the base of my throat, winking in the light and drawing a bit of attention. Underneath, I'm absolutely the slut you ordered: a black balconette bra, lacy and sexy, and—of course—black lacy panties, the thong tucked into the crack of my ass. My garter belt is black, and the stockings are black with lacy cream tops. Suddenly the tiny hairs on the back of my neck raise, and I know you're somewhere watching me. I glance around as I sip my drink, and as a drunk couple stumble past me, I see you: at a high top table with some people I don't know, watching me as you sip your own drink. I suddenly feel a bit hunted; how long have you been there watching me? But then you smile a bit over your glass, and I know we're both on the prowl. I turn back to Kevin and laugh at something he said, breathing in deep, waiting for you to make the next move. This part's not so planned—you wanted some spontaneity in this—so I talk to Kevin and watch the TV behind the bar while I wait. It doesn't take long. Within a few minutes, I feel you move up next to me, and you step into the empty space in front of the wells, asking Kevin for a refill. He moves off to fill your order, and you turn slightly to me—Come here often?—you say with a smile, and I laugh at the cliché. Only when instructed—I reply, and you bend forward and hmmm with pleasure. Your next words are just for me, and I can barely hear as you say—My slut—with that sexy growl in your voice. I straighten and only just resist the urge to present myself to you for the fucking I so richly deserve. Kevin returns and he talks to us for a minute, and we both reply with some inane responses, but I am close enough that I can see the pulse at your throat: you're as aroused as I am. My pussy is throbbing already, and you've not touched me yet. We both know what we're going to try to do tonight, and we're both at the edge of full arousal. You glance over at your friends and give them some look I can only imagine is an invitation for them to go on without you. I don't look; my eyes are full of you, and I want more. We speak a bit more—I have no idea about what—and then you lean in close to me and don't whisper, but say clearly—Time for your pussy to be filled, slut—and I am suddenly slick with wanting. I want so badly to touch you, but that's against the rules we set, so instead I reach in my bag and pull out a ten, leaving it on the bar for Kevin. I smile at you, then slide off the barstool and walk—a bit unsteadily—out of the bar. I am supposed to meet you just outside the door, and it's only a minute or two before you're there, your warm hand taking mine as we turn and walk to the parking garage behind the bar. We don't talk, just walk along in the warm late summer air, our hands touching only through the fingers we have loosely laced together, but each touch sends a shock to my pussy. It's dark, but only just, and I wonder how well this will work. We finally reach the parking garage elevator, and inside, you push the button for the third floor. You've scoped this one out, and you know exactly where to take me. You tug my hand as we arrive on the floor, pulling me towards a dark corner where—surprise, surprise—a security light is out. I glance up, but there's no security camera on this corner, and I laugh as I realize you have found the perfect place. We'll be heard, but not seen. As we walk up to the corner, you pull me closer and your mouth finds mine, the kiss hot and dark, just like what we're about to do. We're behind a company truck parked for the night, but if anyone walks close enough they'll see us. The possibility of discovery is intoxicating, and I am breathless with the knowledge of what we're risking. You take me by the waist and push me up against the concrete wall, and your mouth slides off mine and down to my throat. I can feel your cock against my belly, and as you lightly bite the base of my throat, I feel a trickle from my pussy further dampen my panties. As if you know what just happened, I feel your hand sliding my skirt up my leg, your hand going to the waist of my panties. I've worn them on top of the garters—as instructed—and you begin to pull them down my thighs. When they reach my knees, I kick them off, leaving them where they lay. You lift me a bit and settle me on the top of the low wall, my feet in their black stilettos dangling just above the floor. Although we're three stories up and I'm on the outer wall, my back rests against the balustrade, and I know you've made sure I'm safe. You pull back and look me in the eyes as your hands grip my knees, and you pull my legs wide apart, giving you full access to everything wet and throbbing, spreading me like your sacrifice. Your hand finds its way between my thighs, and one finger, then two, sink into my dripping pussy as you kiss me again, your tongue in my mouth mirroring the stroking in my pussy. It only takes a few double strokes for me to cum around your hand, and I grasp your forearms as shudders take over my body. You slide your mouth to my ear and growl—My slut, my cunt, my whore—and it just makes me cum harder, knowing I'm yours to play with. But you're also mine, and as I come down from the orgasm, I slide my hands down to the front of your jeans and rub your cock through the denim, pressing hard against the big head I feel there. You moan into my hair, and I laugh and say—My babyboy, my fucktoy, my slut—and you laugh and nod against my cheek. We both know playtime is over. We've come here to take serious risk, to have a serious fuck in public, and it's heightening our pleasure to know we're doing it together. I unbutton your jeans, sliding the zipper down, and feel immediate warmth. As instructed, you're commando tonight, and your cock is right inside for me to play with. It's already wet and slick with your pre-cum, and I rub the wetness up and down the shaft as you moan in pleasure, then use it to pull you closer. Your hands slide the sides of my skirt up my legs, and there I am, exposed like the whore you just named me, and it takes me only a few seconds to fit your cock to my wet and gaping pussy. You push slightly, and the head pops into my cunt, sending a shock wave inside me, and I gasp in reaction. You begin to slide slowly into me; it's dark in the garage, but the faint moonlight is bright enough for us to watch as your cock disappears into my cunt, slowly, inch by fucking inch. We both moan, and the sound fills the air inside the garage and out over the shopping center we're overlooking. We're both panting at this point, so aroused by what we're doing and the chances we're taking. Your cock bottoms out in my pussy, and my arms come around you. With the sides of skirt covering my upper thighs, and your jeans still snug on your ass, we could be any couple making out in a dark parking garage. But you begin pulling out of my pussy, the veins and ridges on your cock rubbing the ridges and curves of my cunt, and you stop just inside my pussy, then thrust back into me. There's no rhythm for me to hold on to as you plunder my cunt with your cock, and I edge closer and closer to the orgasm I know is coming, my breath quickening, and my moans getting harder and harder to stifle. I can hear people laughing and talking as they find their cars, and I wonder for a moment what they're hearing, then cease caring when I feel my pussy starting to clench and throb in orgasm. You mouth is at my neck, at my ear, and I hear myself moaning as shudders rack my body. Your hands have moved down to my ass, and you're pounding your cock into my pussy, harder and harder and that's what I whisper into your neck—Harder baby, harder—and I hear you breathe and groan as you get closer. Your cock feels huge in my cunt, and I can feel it throbbing in time with your stroking. You squeeze my ass, hard, and I hear you say—Now baby—and bury your cock with one final thrust into my cunt, deep, and then I feel burning hot cum squirt inside me, your cock throbbing in time with my pussy. For a minute we just stay like that—you buried inside me, our arms tight around each other—as we listen to people walking through the garage and talking. I can feel your cum oozing out of my pussy around your cock, and then I hear you say—Still fucking rock hard, baby—and we laugh, knowing you'll stay that way until you fuck me later. You pull back and slide your cock out of me, watching me as you do, and then you bend down and get my panties from the concrete floor. I reach for them, but you laugh and hold them out of reach, then take them and wipe our cum off your cock. Now put them back on—you say, and watch me as I step carefully into the wet panties, knowing I'll smell of our sex as long as I'm wearing them. While I'm bending over, I take the opportunity to have a lick of your—yes, still rock hard—cock. You grip my head for a moment, pulling me to your cock, then you help me stand. We walk back to the bar, and I think for a moment we'll go our separate ways, but you have something else in mind—your damned spontaneity. You lead me inside to the still-full bar, and find a high top table back against the wall. You seat me with my back to the crowd and go get drinks. I watch you laugh and talk with people as you come back, then tell me to drink. I take a long sip, and feel your hand slide up my thigh—I'm a bit surprised—we're so careful in public, but I feel languid and sexy and I just want your hands on me. When your hand slides between my thighs, I'm startled and I sit up straight. You pull my legs apart—again—and one finger pulls my panties to the side as you dip another into my pussy. You stroke and thrust for a few seconds, then pull your wet finger out. You lean in for a kiss, then offer your cum-covered finger to me, daring me. That's all I need, of course—a dare—and I lean closer and take that index finger that was so recently in my cunt into my mouth, my eyes on yours, as I suck your finger deep into my mouth. Your eyes drop to my mouth, and you lean in for another kiss, taking the taste of both of us into your mouth as I feel the arousal build again... A Liaison With the Divine In my delirium, I knew somehow that Alfrid and the children were gone. The servants had abandoned me, or died. For days I had not heard the pained cries of my two ill children, or felt a refreshingly cool cloth upon my forehead from the blessed hand of a chambermaid. An acrid and vile stench hung in the air and I did not know if it was my own, or the stench of other's rotting in the household, or the smell of the entire city of Norwich. Perhaps it was the odor of all of England. It was only then, when I found myself slipping through the darkened tunnels to oblivion, that the Son came. He took me by the hand and brought me to a place where the air was sweet and my body as able and fresh as it was in the flower of my youth. "Julian," he said to me. His voice was deep and enchanting, seeming to come from everywhere yet nowhere at all. His words set my body into motion; the soft downy hairs across my skin were suddenly alert, and a tensing tingle descended down my spine, making me arch my back and dip the rear of my head as far as I could reach. "Is this it?" I asked, finally finding my voice. It came out just above a whisper. "Does this mean I'm dead?" He laughed richly. I squinted in the sourceless sunlight and looked upon him. His beard was nothing more than a short layer of scruff across his strong, tanned face—a departure from the long and distinguished beards when he is depicted in art and idol. His body was not as scrawny as I had imagined either—his chest was broad, and shoulders and arms muscled like a man who labored for a living. Because, I suddenly remembered, that was precisely what he was. A carpenter. His face was quick to smile, with a wide generous mouth and plump lips. His skin was dusky like a Saracen and his hair crowned his face in thick, black, glossy curls. "You are not dead, my child," he spoke again. I found myself craving the intense timbre of his voice, and I took a step closer to him. We were in a garden of sorts. There was no horizon and the environment was thick with a dreamy quality. "Do you want to be dead?" he asked me. I thought for a moment, back to the world that I had just come from, full of stench and death. I didn't relish the prospect of returning as a widow, or an empty childless home. Even in modern times like these, widows still had no more rights than they did during the Conquest. "Yes," I breathed. "I want to be dead." "You have work to do for me yet, my child," he said huskily as he approached me. My body froze as his callused fingers traveled down my back. "You have a beautiful spirit." "Do you see me as a spirit, my Lord? Or do you see my flesh and body?" "I see you as you are." His words were vague but his intent was clear. The hand continued to travel downwards until it was firmly cupping one full cheek of my behind. I moaned in combined shock and arousal. Stepping closer to him, I leaned into his chest and inhaled deeply. He smelled like the sun with a hint of frankincense and myrrh, and I suddenly felt my body at full attentiveness, as though I was inside a thurible and now burning. Fire was running through my veins, and though I knew I was laying somewhere below—nearly dead—I had never felt more alive. He took my chin in his strong grasp and I couldn't stop trembling, even as I gazed into his dark eyes which seemed to hold the night sky in the swirl of the brown and gold iris. His mouth remained set in determination and he spoke to me clear as day though his lips never once moved. "You are mine." He tumbled me down to the soft grass underfoot and I fell willingly. I whimpered and moaned as his broad hand traveled across my creamy leg, pushing my skirt aside and tapping along my thigh. His hand kept moving towards the join at my thighs and I squirmed. Though he had not yet touched my most feminine part, I was ready to burst with a climax. I bucked wildly, pounding my head into the dewey grass and his careful fingers frisked my lips, caressing the soft, sparse curls and moving inwards to tug at my clitoris and swirl his finger round my threshold. When it came, I let out a piercing scream. Louder than I had ever dared scream in my life, and he looked at me with an amorous gaze and laughed. "Take your dress off," he instructed me. I nodded in assent, pulling the flimsy fabric over my head and baring my true self for him. "Mmmm," he moaned, "This is how I see you, Julian." My stomach flipped as it was wont to do in anxious moments. I had never had an anxious moment quite like this before, but being nude before the most majestic being the world has ever known had my nerves all twisted and tied. I trembled, waiting for him to touch me. It seemed I could not be still, for his force was so overwhelming that it shook me like one great gust of wind after another. He hardly touched me but my whole body was aflame with arousal. All at once, his hands and mouth were on my neck, my breasts, my navel, my thighs, and my cunt. I was so rapt in sensation that I was taken by surprise when he pushed his manhood into me. His cock was like a sturdy fire poker driving up inside of me, hard, harder than my husband had ever been, and it filled me completely, from length to depth. In awe, I stared up at him as he gripped the malleable earth on either side of my shoulders and pumped in and out of my leaking tunnel. I rocked with him, arching my back, throwing myself into the pangs of delight as he slipped against that special fiery spot inside of me. The juices flowed freely, and I was wetter than I had ever been before in my life. A lesser man would have slipped out and struggled to stay in amidst the moisture, but he only pounded harder and reached deeper. I gasped and yelled as my pussy waxed and ripened towards climaxing, and he hungrily bent down and took a rigid nipple in between his teeth. "Come, Julian. Come with me," he murmured with my breast in his mouth. I could only moan in response, and he pushed harder, faster, and whispered words of encouragement in my ear. My first orgasm with him had been unworldly—the most powerful I had ever experienced—and I was zealously eager to see what this would bring me. "Let it go," he commanded me. And I did. My cunt contracted and released, sending waves of ecstasy rolling through my body. I shook as I felt his release immediately afterwards, heating my tunnel with his hot cum, and feeling it drip down the sides of his cock (which still rested inside of me) and cascade down my thighs. "Jesus," I breathed. "Jesus." He pulled out of me and laid down beside me on the grass, gathering me in his muscled arms. I had no idea how I could be expected to return to the doldrums earth after the kingdom of heaven had filled my cunt. "You can't stay here," he told me gently, as though he had read my thoughts. I blinked as it dawned on me that he probably had. "But I will visit you again, Julian, if you promise to devote the rest of your life to me. You are best suited for this because you know what paradise truly is, my child, and you must spread the world to your fellow people." "I promise," I whispered instantly. His finger lazily twirled around my hardened nipple and my rosebud started to twitch once more. I would devote my life to him, I told myself, for I could never go without this pleasure again. A Liaison When the tension cannot go any higher, he lets me cum again. Again, the crescendo makes me senseless and overwhelmed, again i careen across explosions of light. I am babbling and drooling and cooing. As my brilliant light recedes, i hear his volume increases, his groans become impatient. Staccato. I mumble to him "please, in my mouth!" "What did you say?" he asks. "Say that again!" "Please!," i implore him. "Please, cum in my mouth! I want to taste you!" That was it. A few more hard strokes, then, with a roar, he pulls himself from my ass and bounces up to my mouth. I grab a hold of his cock, and suck it deeply and as hard as i can into my mouth. I can taste and smell my ass and vanilla, but especially i can taste Him. I feel his cock grow incredibly hard, again he growls animalistically, and then his cum splashes against my throat, two, three, four, five! great volleys of his thick semen into my mouth, coating my throat, my tongue, my teeth, my lips. I swallow the first spurts, unable to control the reflex, but i pull his cock head from my throat and into my mouth, squeezing and pumping his shaft to milk his cum onto my tongue. His muscular body shakes with his orgasm, his hands pull me onto his cock, and he cries out with the force of his cum. As his crescendo faces, his spurts fade into dribbles, and i savor the taste and the texture and the flavor. It is his ultimate gift, and i want to enjoy every bit of it, show Him my appreciation.