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Isabel

By: Lisa_1978



DISCLAIMER: 
ISABEL IS A WORK OF FICTION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REALITY IS PURE COINCIDENCE. THESE CHARACTERS CAME TO LIFE INSIDE THE AUTHOR'S MIND. THEY DO NOT EXSIST IN THE REAL WORLD.


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"I like girls too," Isabel revealed. She had never said those words to anyone but the man by her side, the love of her life, her husband Brent. But now she had said those very words to her husband's boss who had just come for dinner. 

Chase closed his eyes and a muscle ticked in his jaw. His glass of wine lay untouched on the table and his long finger tapped at the base. He had suspected she might be bisexual on a few occasions but hearing her say those words, I like girls too, with her husky sexually charged voice made his breath hitch and his stomach tighten.

Isabel stared intently at the broad man who never once glanced up to meet her gaze. Her breath came in short gasps and her clit throbbed. Her eyes darted to her husband who was sitting by her side at the dinner table. Brent's eyes widened and he swallowed hard looking ridiculously uncomfortable at her revelation. It wasn't like her to be so bold, but it was too late to take the words back. Honestly, she would have said them again given the chance. 

She knew Chase was attracted to men. He loved hinting at the fact that he was gay but never said anything overt. Actually, he made a point to claim he loved women. However, his adoration of women always came across as forced and rehearsed, like a well trained politician reciting lines, constructing a fantasy for his followers to believe. 

Isabel had heard the lines so many times, she had found herself occasionally believing he might be bi. He was good at playing the part, but then the mask would slip and like the sun peeking through a cloudy day, the real Chase would emerge. The briefest glimpses of the true man were startlingly beautiful.

"Obviously, I like men too," Isabel said breaking the heavy silence.

"Well, yes, I should hope so," Brent laughed. His beautiful face was flushed with embarrassment, and Chase finally looked up flashing a friendly smile at Brent trying to ease the awkward tension that had suddenly taken hold of their intimate dinner party. The two men had a close friendship and worked well together, and though Chase was technically Brent's boss, he treated him as a younger brother. 

Chase leaned back in his chair, "That's good to know," he finally met Isabel's eyes and a spark lit in their depths. She could see behind his disguise, and he knew it. Though he must have suspected she already knew considering the many times he told her in subtle ways over the past year. He ran his hand through his thick salt and pepper hair and his brown eyes darkened, "I was born in a different time."

Isabel felt her heart squeeze. She could never understand what it was like to be gay or for that matter to be gay a generation ago surrounded by a conservative family. She would never judge the man for staying silent. He didn't owe anyone an explanation, but it seemed so silly for to be playing this game of pretend when they were into similar things.

Chase was 6' 4", and at 49 years old, built like a linebacker. He had an expansive chest, large muscles, and a lean frame. No one would have guessed he was in his late forties because he took great care of his body, obviously spending hours at the gym every week. He had a charming smile that was contagious, but here was also something wicked twinkling in his eyes suggesting there was much more to the man.  A dark wild side Isabel recognized. She had pushed him away for that very reason months before.  She should keep away. Isabel knew she should, but fate had other plans.

Isabel never expected to care for this man as if he were part of her family. She couldn't imagine that she would love him enough to protect him if it ever came down to it. She never could have anticipated his paranoia or fear, but he had nothing to fear from her. If she had wanted to hurt him, she would have done it long ago. All she wants to do is love him because he needs it so much. Isabel is the type of woman that feeds those who are hungry, and Chase is a starving man. 



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 Should I go on?

Isabel and the Raise



A heavy thud echoed through the emptiness of the parking garage as Isabel closed her door and began the short walk to the elevator. She'd lucked out with a parking spot very close to the door. Waiting for the elevator, she pressed the key on the remote to ensure her car was locked. The horn also resonated through the mostly empty garage. All of Pratt and Masterson's employees parked on this level but few were in the office at 11am on a Wednesday. From what Isabel knew of her husband's work, a lot of his colleagues spent inordinate amounts of time in the field, visiting clients and ensuring their needs were met. The elevator chimed its arrival and Isabel stepped in, setting her heavy bag down next to her ballet flat clad feet and pressing the button for the fifth floor.

She stepped off the elevator, down the short hallway, and through the glass doors of the office. Jenny, the front desk secretary who knew her well enough by now from the couple of social functions Isabel had come into the office fore, greeted her cheerily. Waving, she stepped past the desk and down the center aisle. Of the twenty desks in the large room, only 5 of them were occupied and each of those held a person busy on the phone with a client or typing up a document on official letter head. Business was very brisk indeed. The workers each waved and smiled to her while maintaining their focus on winning over their clientele.

There were two doors at the end of the hall. The left led to the large, luxurious corner office of Miller, the company's president. The space commanded a view south and west out of the city and down to the bay. Miller looked up at the click of her heels and nodded a greeting. He was a handsome man in his late thirties, average height with broad shoulders. He was young to run a company but the stress of his ascension to such a lofty position showed in the steel color of his full head of hair.

"Hey Isabel, how is everything going?" he inquired.

"Doing alright, Miller, I just had the day off and decided to surprise Ron with lunch." She held up her bag, indicating it was full of food. "You guys sure seem busy, everyone is out looking after clients, I take it?"

"That's right. Suits us though, most of us prefer to be out with the clients anyway. It's funny, all of them out there would kill to be in my position but I'd kill to be back in theirs. Even this nice office gets stuffy. You guys have a good one." Miller looked back to his work. He was never one to waste time with unnecessary conversation. Isabel liked that about him. They'd established that she was well, he was well, and the business was well. Now it was time to get back to whatever it was they were doing before they started talking. She turned away from his office and opened the door on the right.

Ron sat behind a desk completely engrossed in his work. He didn't even look up when the door opened. The office was not much smaller than Miller's but only commanded half the view. The lights were off and the whole room was cast in a bluish tint as the light filtered through the shaded window panes. Isabel coughed lightly to announce her presence and Ron looked up abruptly.

"Oh hey there, sexy!" He called out with a big grin. She turned to close the door behind her and felt his eyes searching her up and down, taking in the fullness of her buttocks beneath her green and yellow sundress. She walked over and pulled one of the chairs to the side of the desk. 

"I thought you could use some lunch," she said as she put the bag on the table and started pulling out the sandwiches she'd prepared.

"I am hungry, thanks for coming in." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and saved the document on his computer before turning back to her. As they ate, he told her about the long proposal he was working on for a customer that wanted a fairly complex project completed. This guy was particularly meticulous about every inch of the project and had to have his hands in every aspect of the design and production. As such, Ron had taken the project off of one of the newer guy's hands after his third rejected iteration of the proposal. On top of his normal workload, this meant he would be working some long hours for the rest of the week. He asked about her and she explained that none of her patients had appointments scheduled that day and she'd left the office after a few hours; they all had her cell number in case of any emergency that should arise.

About halfway through their meal, there was a soft knock at the door and Jenny appeared in the doorway. Ron set down his sandwich and she handed him a folder overflowing with papers for his signature. She explained each one in great detail, knowing he wasn't going to actually read each one. Isabel listened as she detailed the company's projects and marveled at how much she actually knew about the workings of each. Jenny was not your average temp; she must have been working towards her degree with this job. Isabel looked back and forth to each as they went over the papers. She noticed Ron barely took his eyes off the woman as she spoke. He only did so for long enough to sign each paper.

She looked more intently at Jenny. The lights in the main office at her back highlighted her frame against the low lights in Ron's office. She was a young girl, in her mid-twenties with dark hair pulled back into a neat bun to keep it out of the way while leaning over documents. Her face was beautiful, dark skin contrasted by light brown eyes and a slender nose. Today she was wearing a grey blouse and red pencil skirt with three or four inch heels. Isabel had to admit the girl was beautiful. Her full breasts pushed against the fabric of her top, not in a lewd way, but just enough to cause one to wonder at their shapeliness. The chilly air of the office had caused her nipples to harden and they pressed gently on the fabric as well, hinting at their shape through her bra. The slender skirt drew attention to her hourglass figure, coming in to neatly meet the tucked in blouse and curving out with her hips. When she turned slightly, Isabel could tell she was gifted with a supple ass as well.

No wonder her husband's attention was so fixed on this woman; she was gorgeous. Isabel got a devilish thought and leaned in closer, pretending to take interest in the contents of the documents Ron was signing and steadied herself with a hand on his thigh as she did so. Checking the girl's face for recognition, Isabel was sure her hand couldn't be observed from where Jenny stood explaining the last few projects. Isabel slowly but determinedly slid her hand up the leg of her husband's trousers. She didn't have to travel long before she found it. He was hard as a rock. She squeezed it gently to let him know he'd been caught before sitting back in her chair with a smile and picking up her side cup of baby carrots.

Ron showed no outward sign of the interaction throughout his conversation with the young secretary but Isabel could tell he was sweating under the façade. This was going to be fun for her. They finished up and Jenny left with the completed documents in hand, closing the door behind her. Ron looked to his wife, eyes wide.

"What was that all about? Don't you think it was a little obvious?" 

She tut-tutted him softly, and responded in as sultry a voice as she could muster, "Caught you big boy. Somebody's got a thing for the secretary."

"Shhhh! These walls are paper thin." He hissed in response.

Isabel stood and walked over behind his chair, holding the back with one hand to keep him from spinning around to face her. She rubbed his shoulders gently and allowed her hands to fall down his chest as she bent at the waist to bring her mouth to his ear. Now she spoke at a barely audible whisper.

"You do, don't you? If I'm wrong, tell me now." She continued moving her hands around his chest, feeling his muscles through his shirt. He gulped, but didn't reply and she moved her hands to his stomach. Her breasts were brushing the back of his head now. The dress she was wearing didn't require a bra and she knew he could feel the full effect of her flesh against the bare skin of his head. "That's what I thought. No denying it now, you're caught in the act." 

He leaned his head back to provide a response but she caught him by the chin. "Ah, ah, ah. You just keep on looking straight ahead there." Her hand released his chin and fell into his lap. She continued to whisper into his ear, "I can't say I blame you. She truly is an exquisite woman." Her hands deftly unbuckled and unzipped his pants while her tongue traced his ear, causing him to shiver. "What is it about her that you like the best?" She nibbled his ear lobe and fished his hard length out of his pants. She looked down at the dark brown rod, long and wide enough to easily fill her. She ignored his weak mumbles about the door being unlocked as she stroked it and continued her line of questioning.

"Is it her nice round breasts? Do you like the way they filled her top, ready to burst out? I bet you'd like to feel those in your hands or rubbing against your naked chest." She punctuated this with her own breasts and picked up the pace of her hands, pausing first to spread a drop of his precum around the tip of his penis. "Maybe it was her slim waist? Do you like her tight ass? I bet you'd like to hold that in your hands, or feel your manhood sliding between those cheeks. Do you think she's wearing any panties under that tight skirt of hers? I didn't see any panty lines. Her sweet little lips are just down the hall, I could go ask her for you. Would you like that?" By now, she'd worked him up to a frenzy and was ready for the killing blow. She twisted her hand from the top of his cock and back up, lubricating the entire shaft with his precum as she did so. His hips bucked gently under her hands as she moved her mouth closer to his ear and delivered the line that she knew would make him burst.

"Maybe I'll ask her for you and maybe she'll bend over this desk here and let you fuck her tight wet hole. I'd like to see that." With that, his length erupted, sending warm cum all over his pants and the lower half of his shirt. Some even got on the desk. Satisfied, she kissed him on the cheek and moved back to her chair. He turned to her, mouth agape and breathing heavily. A stream of his seed had landed on the back of her hand and she made a show of licking it off. She grabbed some napkins from her bag and handed them to him to clean up with. While he set to cleaning off his desk and putting his manhood away, she pulled out the last item in her bag and offered it with a smile.

"Cookie?"

The remainder of the week went by as normal for Isabel. They hadn't said anything more about the incident in his office but she felt it in the ferocity of his lovemaking on Wednesday and Thursday nights. It wasn't the first time they'd done something like that, the first being after she'd received a nice massage with a happy ending from a handsome masseur on their honeymoon, and they'd found it was better to just have the experience than have a long discourse on the subject.

Thursday was busy for both of them and he'd come home late with takeout for dinner since it was his day to cook. They'd eaten quickly and retired to bed, fucking wildly for about an hour before passing out on top of the covers. He'd made her cum three times that night and once more with his mouth Friday morning before she showered for work.

Friday was another short day at work for her but she knew Ron would be late again as he had to finish that proposal, a self-imposed deadline but one he would hold nonetheless. So, she decided to head for the mall on her way home for some special purchases. Items in hand, she took the bag up to the master bath and settled into the large whirlpool tub for some afternoon reading and relaxing. Around 5pm she prepared herself and got dressed in preparation for his arrival.

Standing in front of the floor-length mirror in their large closet, she first pulled on the grey blouse she'd bought at the first store. She buttoned up and turned from side to side. It fit her perfectly, slightly hugging the shape of her otherwise naked breasts and leaving the outline of her aroused nipples visible but not obscenely so. Satisfied, she next pulled a garter belt and long stockings from the bag. She lifted her blouse and pulled the belt on before sitting and sliding the stockings up her legs. The belt and stockings made the perfect frame for her shaven mound. This was shaping up to be quite an exquisite outfit. She went over to her dresser next and found the red pencil skirt she'd bought a year or two back but hadn't worn because she felt it too loud. It was perfect for this occasion and hugged her ass impeccably. She couldn't help but think she might've been wrong about hiding it away for so long. This was definitely an article to give another shot.

Finally, she took the new black stilettos out of her shopping bag. Her experience in the store taught her that walking in these 5 inch heels would take some practice. She walked back into the bathroom and did her makeup, topping off the whole ensemble with a bright red lipstick that really shone against her clear pale skin. She walked downstairs to the kitchen and practiced her walking, pacing back and forth while rehearsing her lines. Eventually, she pulled a dry erase nametag out of the kitchen drawer and pinned it to her blouse before pouring a glass of wine and sitting at the table sipping to wait.

Ron's key rattled in the lock and Isabel stood and smoothed her outfit, moving to stand in front of the door. It opened and Ron dropped his bag heavily to the floor, the expression on his face a mix of surprise and lust. At least she wouldn't have to do much explaining why she was dressed this way.

"Uh...good afternoon," he began.

"Hi boss," she countered in a sultry tone, slowly crossing the space between them to shut and lock the door between them, ensuring she got close enough for him to get a deep smell of the new perfume she wore. Ron smirked slightly as she took him by the arm and led him to the office, briefing him on calls he'd received while away on lunch. "...and the last issue is one I find especially acute."

She sat him in his chair and sat herself on the desk in front of him, watching as his eyes traced up and down her body. His eyes lingered briefly on the nametag and longer on her aroused nipples pressing against the blouse. They widened sharply when she re-crossed her legs and he got a better view of what was hidden under her skirt. After he finished his visual undressing, she met his eyes and began again.

"I heard you were thinking about giving Sarah that promotion. That just isn't going to work for me. I think I have a way to change your mind." The toe of her shoe lightly pushed his chair back a few feet, spreading her legs more and allowing a full view of her exposed wetness. With the space open, she rose to her feet and placed her hands on her hips. "A way to show you that I should be coming out ahead."

He nodded his head affirmatively and she slowly dropped to her knees. She traced her hands up his thighs, tenderly touching him through the fabric of his pants until she reached his belt. In no rush, she unhurriedly opened his trousers and pulled his semi-erect cock out of his pants. Flesh in hand, she smiled up at him and he smiled back.

"Is this okay boss?" she asked with well-acted temerity.

"It is Jenny. Please continue." Her heart fluttered at being called another woman's name and a shiver ran down her spine. They had role-played with that same nametag on other occasions. Once she was a librarian named Elisa who took him for a quick search in the anatomy section. Another time he was a museum tour guide, Lionel, giving her special access to an exhibit. They names were always different but this was the first time they had used the name of someone they both knew and the thrill of such illicit thoughts was electric for her. His body said the same for him. The pulse in his cock quickened and strengthened and she wasted no time in wrapping her lips around it. The feel of his length hardening as she sucked on it never failed to take her from aroused to soaking wet.

Hard now, she released it from her hungry mouth and began licking him from base to tip. One of her hands manipulated his length while the other cradled and gently massaged his balls. She looked up occasionally, making eye contact with and offering a smile with her eyes. After making a quick adjustment to her position, she brought her lips back to the head of his cock and kissed it tenderly before sucking it into her mouth. In a short while, he was at the back of her throat and she began to bob her head up and down his length. Ron moaned and she continued for several minutes, pressing her face into the coarse hair of his pubis each time she went down. The room filled with the wet sounds of her efforts and saliva began dripping down her chin and between her legs. Before long, his breath caught in the telltale sign of his approaching orgasm and she withdrew from him, leaving her hand to replace her mouth in slow strokes up and down his cock.

"So what do you think boss, can you cum for me?" She punctuated the question with a lick around the now highly sensitive head.

His hips bucked involuntarily at the over-stimulation. "Uh-huh" was the only verbal response he could muster.

"Mmmmm... that's what I like to hear. I want you to cum for me boss." She removed her hand from his hardness momentarily and his hips followed her wantonly. A hand in the air stopped him and she slowly undid the top three buttons of her blouse, fully exposing her breasts to him. "I want you to come all over my face and tits."

Another lick to the head and she sucked the length back in, resuming her up and down motion. It didn't take long this round before she felt the first spurt hit the back of her throat and quickly pulled his cock out and stroked the wet length over her face. She smiled and moaned as she milked all of his sperm out over her face and lovely breasts. A final drop remained at the tip of his hardness, not enough to come out on its own. She took in back in her mouth and cleaned him off, licking and sucking to milk him to the last drop. With a wet pop, she finally released his cock and leaned back, leaving him breathing heavily in the chair. Staring him straight in the face, she collected some of the seed spilled on her cheek with a finger and cleaned it off with her tongue.

With a fingernail still on the edge of her teeth and her other hand playing with the seed covering her breasts she asked, "What do you think boss, will I get the job?"

"Oh I most definitely think so," Ron sighed out in response.

"Good, now take your wife to the shower so we can clean up for dinner." She stood and kissed him passionately before heading up to their room.



Isabel Wants Some Fun



Janine has be the most prolific woman I have done for since I first took on the call boy service for frustrated working women.

She always has a surprise up her sleeve, or more relatively, up her skirt and I am one happy guy to reap the benefits of that.

To supply a service is one thing, but to enjoy and get paid for it is quite another.

Anyway I am there, visiting her pad in Los Angeles. She had finished work as a top executive for a fashion designers and I am standing there, in the bedroom, just as she wants me.

She has fed and wined me well and jokes that now she wants her serving - and I have grown to know what she means by that.

Well, she pays well for it and it is not only a service included in my wide repertoire but also a pleasure.

She already has the handcuffs to hand and she is so precise the way she shackles me to the bedstead, arranging me on the edge of the mattress like I am one of those fashion dummies in shop windows.

Well if that what Janine wants, that is what she gets. She is one of my favourite clients, in her mid forties but still looking a million dollars.

Her perfume, everything arouses me and it is easy to perform how she wants me.

"I don't have time unfortunately for an involved commitment these days, Pete so you do me a great service. Thank you."

"But you are still a very attractive woman, lots of guys would love to be committed to you" I said.

"I know but they want a lot more than I have the time to give. For now the sex does me a treat which comes beautifully in size and quality with you baby"

I smiled and felt her warmth as she sized up to me. Then I feel the delicate touch of her lips brush mine and already I begin to grow.

"Down Boy!" she says. "I have something more for our play time today."

She starts to blindfold me.

"And what are you up to today?" I ask. Loving the way she surprises me.

"You just do as you're told and be a good boy for me" she said in her astute authorized manner and I was all hers, how she wants me and everything.

She had me comfortable placed with my wrist tied sideways to the lower bed raid, sitting facing her with several cushions placed beneath my rear to give me the height she likes me.

I sense that she is kneeling before me and although I can't see her, I imagine her in those delightfully sexy black silk stockings and delicious underwear which would be a treat for any guy.

I sense her need for me as I hear her amorous sighs and then I feel the touch of her fingers linger along my inner thigh.

"Now come on baby, you know how I want you."

I wriggle and lift a little so she can drag down my jeans. Then she feels me so wonderfully and the way only a woman could do.

"Off with the boxers now" she demands and soon she has her way, pushing my knees apart.

"Wider, open wider baby. You look immaculate."

It is something very special being there, the way I knew that a woman like Janine was enjoying me. And now, being blindfolded brought a new experience, imagining her expressions as I felt she was taking in what I had to offer.

She proceeded to rub me up, under my balls and I felt myself growing immediately, Just the touch did that and I was soon there, full and bountiful for her enjoyment.

"Where would I be without my happy toy boy" she whispered in her posh accent. "You are truly scrumptious in every way and I adore you."

She continued to rub me up and I felt her fingers tinkering with me.

"Now the penis ring" she said and I felt her putting it on. 

"I especially want you to last for me this evening baby. I have something very special planned. She tightened it around the girth and with a cock full mast I anticipated her next move.

But today was going to be delayed action because she said she had to pay a visit to the bathroom.

"Now you just be good while I am gone and keep that hold for me Huh"?

"I can't be going far" I laughed.

"Won't be long" and she was gone, Leaving me sat there waiting to be of service, still taking in her perfume that seemed to wallow around me.

I loved being all for her, and when she'd had her fill of me that pending fuck was beautiful, no matter which position she chose on a particular visit, but I suppose all in all, I really liked her doggy style because then I knew she would want me anally too, and that was always a bonus. She was always so tight there and alluring and loved it so much.

"But just occasionally" she told me. "For that is a special treat when I am in the mood for it" and I respected her for that. To regularly have her ass would become too standard so the occasional treat was just fine. She was beautiful rounded and it was always good to penetrate there, she'd treat herself to a good seeing too with the quinny vibrator, as she called it and it was sensational to fuck her that way,. It was something very special and by the time we had done she had all parts well fucked, because after all that, she'd want to finish me off orally with all the garnishing, which, once the penal ring was released, was abundant.

She was quite a long-time in the bathroom. I thought I heard her talking to someone but guessed it must have been her mobile phone..

"Back now, sorry to keep you waiting. But see you still look daunting and beautiful."

I felt her warm breath and knew she was near, I felt the brush of her nipples against mine and so wanted to bunch them, but my hands were tied literally but she knew what was thinking;

"Later, baby when I am happy to release you, and that won't be until you have satisfactorily pleased me, now where were we?"

"I don't know because you had to go to the bathroom, Janine "

"Well, all the more to arouse you up, baby, but I can see that is not necessary at the moment, but you can imagine even if you can't see Huh?"

"I bet you look good enough to eat."

"Later, it will be your turn later, I need some nourishment first -what is it they say about the food of love? Don't believe a word of it, the food of love is the meat and two fruits right here and now, and you know what I mean." She said feeling me up again, her fingertips tantalizing the sensitive flesh between my balls and cock..

I am sure I heard a giggle when she said that. And it wasn't Janine.

"Who was that?" I asked 

"Who was what?" she replied.

"I heard a giggle"

"It must have been in your mind, Pete. Now shut up and concentrate. Let's get down to the crux of the matter.

I felt her grasp my knees and part them, then the feel of her nudging between on her knees. It was different. I had become accustomed to how Janine likes to do things with me. Not as though I was complaining, it was just different that's all but equally as nice. I guessed it was another one of her variations to the theme, as she always put it; "Like musical composers like to vary a theme, so do I."

That's what it was; she was trying something new, the way she touched, the way she felt. It was like she was using me as an exhibit, her caresses and touched the method in which she stretched me there, bunching me beneath and I could feel the cold air as she revealed my glans.

"It always looks so beautiful when first revealed" she whispered. "That little p-hole in the middle is always a delight to touch and taste. I shall suck it now, the way you like."

It was wonderful.

"Just relax baby and enjoy ,it is so gorgeous and wanting, and I am wanting to give it my all"

"Mmm Janine, That feel so good."

"Shush! She ordered, let's concentrate huh" and I instantly felt her warm mouth enveloping me there, then the draw if her mouth as she sucked me. It was all so nice.

But then I heard that ominous sound again. Like someone else was there.

I felt a movement like Janine was changing her position, but then she was back again saying she needed some cushions to rest her knees upon, I assumed she might as well make herself comfortable so that she could enjoy me to the full.

Then the feeling and touching resumed. Like she was taking a short rest from the oral stuff. That was normal. I enjoyed her exploits, her little deviations in touch and feel.

But this time it was different and I knew it wasn't Janine. The smell was different for one thing. I guess she could have changed her perfume when she went to the bathroom, but this wasn't hers, no way.

I decided to keep quiet, something was going on, but whatever, I was still enjoying and the woman now sucking me was too.

That suck, the touching and the balling -all different. And by God was she hungry for it. She was going absolutely berserk and at last when she cried out, which sounded like she had reached an orgasm, I just knew it wasn't Janine.

I heard heavy breathing then heard someone say she was sorry, but she could not stop herself.

"I think Pete knows by now, don't you Pete?" Janine said removing my blindfold.

"Well you know how I like to introduce new things into our brief meetings, just so they won't get stale.

This is Isabel by the way. We have talked about you a lot and she wanted your number, but I said before she does that, she'd better sample the goods first, if you don't mind me putting it that way?"

Isabel was okay. About the same age as Janine she had a smooth lean figure and I knew then I wouldn't mind going the whole hog with her, I could easily make her cum again but with a good stiff hard inside her..

"I have to submit, you are one special girl" I said to Janine and she said she was so delighted I wasn't offended.

"So that is why you went to the bathroom, Janine, to fetch Isabel."

"Nice one Huh?" She grinned.

"Very nice I returned.

"Shed been watching for a while just to get into the mood", Janine confessed.

I looked at Isabel and saw her blushes. What next I wondered?

Janine released me from my bonds. Both she and Isabel had, had their fun now it was my turn. Well, it was going to be a wonderful threesome I knew that as they both joined me on the bed, one each side.

It was heaven on earth taking the feel of Isabel as well as Janine. I sucked them one after the other and they returned the gesture, sometimes one and then two, licking and sucking me everywhere.

And being smothered by each was a real sensation to be remembered, the sizzling warmth of wet horny quinny smothering my face as the other sucked my cock ardently was beyond words can describe.

These women really went to town, I felt they were both so frustrated for it and there was I enjoying pleasuring them.

When they took turns to fuck me, one quinny fucking my face and the other, my very keen erection I was itching to cum. I was bursting in fact as both women took turns riding me.

Janine could see the signs. She showed Isabel how to release the ring so I was free to cum and there they were in full suck again, like they wanted to eat me. Isabel stroked it with perfection, making it jerk upwards as she licked my p-hole ardently.

"All the way Isabel, would you like that, he is nearly there?" I heard Janine say as I felt the burst of the bubble. But she was there, Her mouth full of my oozing cream, and she utterly enjoyed it.

"Leave some for me, Isabel" Janine cried and then she took her dose of well primed hot fresh cream.

And I could still taste the flavour of both, rolling the residue in my mouth.

Afterwards when eventually we were all spent, I thought just how good it was with two women. Isabel had an ass on her to die for, with that tempting gap in the middle of her crotch which I teases was my parking space awaiting parking inside.

I wanted so much to park inside her ass as much as her quinny. I heard Janine talking about that to Isabel asking is she had ever had it behind.

She said she hadn't but would like to try. But next time because she was utterly spent now an it was so very wonderful with me.

She thanked me too saying she'd like to book me for someone to one fun also.]

"The pleasure will be mine" I returned

"You are happy then Isabel, you wanted some fun and I said that Pete was the guy to give it?

"Wonderful Janine and thank you too."



Isabela



The drugstore was not far from the bar I was going to -- I just needed to cross the Botanical Garden, a fifteen minute walk would do and I'd be in Lower Gavea. I usually carry aspirins in my back-peg but, that day, I had forgotten them for some reason and decided to stop for some. It's a habit I have since my early years as a bohemian: after a night of heavy drinking, two aspirins, water and sleep.

My name is Luke -- actually, that's a nickname. It's Lucas, really. I'm a carioca: I was born and live to this day in Rio de Janeiro. Like most of my friends, from the newsroom I work at or not, I'm a bohemian. At least once a week, we spend some five to six hours in the bar drinking, smoking, talking -- laughing. It's a carioca tradition. Some of the best minds in the city are bohemians and each group has it's favorite bar. It's, I guess, a generation thing. The guys around forty go to Lower Leblon; people like myself, in their thirties, usually prefer Lower Gavea. Those are both neighborhoods on the south side of town and that adjective -- Lower -- both describes a geographical fact, it's just besides some mountain, but also describes a place packed with bars.

I'm also a carioca from the south side -- the small amount of land pressed between the Atlantic Ocean and the high mountains that form the better known landscapes of Rio. The famous neighborhoods, like Copacabana or Ipanema, are on the south side. It's also where the beautiful people live -- but that's just my saying; in other places opinions differ. In the south side it's where local celebrities usually live. Singers, composers, actors and actresses, models. Differently from the rest of Brazil -- or even the rest of Rio for that matter --, that's where famous people can walk on the street without the risk of being stopped for autographs.

So, in that particular day I left the bus two stops before Gavea to get some aspirins. Just before me, in the line for payments, was this pretty red haired woman, quite, quite short. She looked a bit tense, three of her small fingers hitting the table as if drumming, waiting for her receipt. It was probably this odd drumming that called my attention to her. The discrete wrinkles on her face would make her around her late thirties, early forties. She wore an over-sized sweater and old jeans, no make up. Very pretty. And then I recognized her -- Isabela Garcia. She's an actress and I had her Playboy.

I hadn't heard of her for some time, now. She was pretty famous in the eighties, when I was a teenager. Very beautiful, good mood always, seductive. A star from the soaps. Well, now, this is something that's different, in Brazil, from other Latin American countries. Soap operas are hot here, as they are in Mexico or Cuba, or all around. But instead of tragic dramas involving orphans and tragedies the like, your typical Brazilian soap will be humorous and wit and political. They are not good pieces of art, of course not, but they are different.

And there's also this thing about the Brazilian edition of Playboy. You'll hardly find some unknown chick on its covers. Playboy, here, is about naked celebrities and, in the eighties, soap opera actresses were the rule. Not anymore, I'd say -- nowadays it's more about instant celebrities, dancers or Big Brother girls -- but, well, I guess I'm not really a buyer of Playboy anymore as I was in my teens, nor am I a tv watcher.

So, this pretty sex symbol of my teens, wearing an overly cute extra-large sweater just left the drugstore while I wandered about times past. "Guess what", I'd say to guys upon arriving in the bar that day, "I've just seen Isabela Garcia, and she's as pretty as ever." I paid for the pills and left the place imagining how I'd tell this story and noticed her a block from where I was, in the opposite direction I planned to go. Why did I decide to follow her? I wouldn't know. Some weird curiosity I guess. Whatever happened to her? Did she marry some guy and left are acting career? Was she still on tv but I wasn't aware anymore?

I followed her discretely for some three blocks until she went around the corner of a charming little street, where some cool bars, a fancy restaurant and a bookstore were. Then, I got interested. There was also a termas I knew well in that street -- I will talk about that in a second. When I finally reached the corner, Isabela was almost a block away and disappeared into the door of the last house -- a red plain wall with no sign in front. The termas. Wow.

Termas are a mix of saunas and whorehouses. You go in, usually only men are allowed, you leave your clothes and put on a robe, have a sauna, the girls are upstairs. This particular one was also a swingers club on Saturdays, when the girls were off and only married couples were allowed. And, on Wednesdays, women were also allowed as normal clients. Usually, they went accompanied by boyfriends or husbands that weren't into swinging, or at least not as yet. That day was a Wednesday and Isabela had just gone in. Alone.

Since my marriage I had never went back there, or to any other termas for that matter. I grabbed my mobile and phoned one of my friends that were expecting me and explained something happened, I'd explain it later. "Cover up for me, would ya?" He said ok. "If Jess phones, tell her I'm with you guys, that I went to the bathroom or whatever." Then I thought, well, nothing is going to happen anyway. I just had to check that out.

I got a locker key from the reception desk and went into the dressing room. Nobody is obliged to undress and wear the robe. Some years before, when I used to go there, in the days girls were allowed they'd usually be shy and wear a bikini underneath the robe or remain with their street clothes. They'd go there out of curiosity and wouldn't have the nerve to act out whichever fantasies that brought them there. At least, not most of them. I liked that undressing thing, to be naked on the sauna -- even if it was among the guys. Not a show off thing, just a liberty thing. No homosexual feelings whatsoever, just that comradeship of knowing we would be getting laid later in the evening with some awesome girl.

That Wednesday, I particularly enjoyed that feeling as I undressed and left for the sauna on the first floor. There were two girls in there and some ten guys. One was plain looking and wore a towel, hands tight to a guy in his twenties that seemed to be her boyfriend -- both really tense. The other one, terribly ugly, was naked and fondling around with two other guys. Not finding who I wanted to, I climbed the stairs to the dancing floor. It was dark with blinking lights. The professional girls, wearing tight bikinis or shorts were moving around and men dressed in robes were talking, drinking -- or just watching. I looked around and didn't find Isabela. She could have been in one of the cabins in the third floor, but those were private -- you rent them for forty minute periods. Meaning: I probably lost it.

But -- no. She wasn't. I suddenly saw her in a dark corner, alone on a robe, a glass of scotch on the rocks at hand, watching intently. Nobody seemed to notice her. I went to the balcony and asked the barman to make myself a scotch. I drunk some to build up the nerve to approach her -- but, suddenly, as if I were a teenager again, I couldn't. I though, man, people are here to have sex. It's a given game. Just get there and talk. I went daydreaming for some minutes, my scotch was over, I asked for another one. And probably didn't get my eyes of her without noticing because, suddenly, she smiled at me. It was a quick, self-conscious smile -- almost shy. She raised her glass, and so did I. I trembled -- but, this time, I did walk towards her trying to figure out what to say. "Hi." Not very creative I'd guess. She smiled back. "First time I come here", she said. "They always say that", I replied trying to bring up some humor -- and suddenly regretted saying anything like that. Yet, she laughed -- "They do, don't they?"

"Well, I'd guess, yes."

"How about you?"

"What?"

"First time?"

"Oh, well, not really. First time in years, though."

And, then, we were mute again, pretending to be watching the action. It was her who interrupted the silence this time. "How does it work here?" I didn't know what to answer -- to vague a question, the fear of being to straight forward. "How do you mean?"

"Well", she said, "how does it work? I mean, how do people get laid here?"

"Hmm… well, if you're interested in one of the girls, you simply go there and tell her, she'll get you a cabin and you both go and have sex. In the end, you pay the bill for the cabin and the girl and the drinks in the reception desk."

Isabela laughed. "I know that, but what about the non-professional girls and the guys?"

"In that case I'd guess you'd have to ask anyway, ask if people are interested, then ask the barman for a cabin."

"Would you help me?"

"Sure."

"Show me the place."

"Ok, what do you have in mind?"

The music was very loud so she pointed me to the way out, at the stairs back to the first floor. "I'm an actress", she went on saying. "I know that", I responded -- and she blushed. "You know, I'm researching for a part in a movie I'll be on. The girl is a swinger and comes to places like these. I really just want to get the feeling, you see? Would you pretend to be my date? I mean, if you are planning to go for the girls upstairs I'd understand it's just that…"

"It's ok, sounds like fun." Guess I was disappointed -- but she grinned and, suddenly, I was fine with that.

"Cool", she said. "Let's go to the sauna?"

"Sure."

We went to the room before the sauna where we could leave our robes and get towels, she undressed hers -- and there was a bikini underneath, not large, not small either -- and I felt shy.

"Isabela?"

"Yes?"

"It's just that, well… I'm not wearing anything."

She smiled. "I don't mind watching."

Suddenly I was finding these girl very likable -- and I was nervous enough not to have a hard on, so I turned my back to her, left my robe and put on a towel around my waist -- then made a move with the hand as if saying lets get in. The fog was dense inside, and she moved us to a far corner where we could sit unnoticed and watch some of the action -- which wasn't much. The young couple I spotted upon arrival was still there, some other guys -- the ugly girl was gone.

"They are really not comfortable, are they?", she asked in whispers pointing to the couple.

"First timers, I'd say."

She smiled. "Do you get excited here?"

"Sometimes, yes."

"What turns you on?"

"Well, the imminence of sex, I mean, it's natural, right?"

"Sure, sure, I mean, what do you prefer, these anonymous girls that come with their dates, or you're more into the hookers?"

"Wow, I don't know. Good question, actually. Never thought about it."

"And…?" She sounded really interested.

"I guess I prefer the average girls, even if they are not as pretty as the professionals. It's just this feeling of being in a place where you both know the objective is sex. This openness arouses me. Yes."

"I think I can relate to that."

"Can you? I mean, it's a human thing, isn't it? Or is it a fetish? I don't know."

"It's probably a fetish", she laughed.

"Ok" -- I was red, now -- "I can deal with that."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to patronize or whatever."

"Oh, don't worry -- that's not how I felt it."

"Cool -- I like you sense of humor."

"Well, thank you", I replied.

"What else? Open your heart!"

"What else what?"

"What else excites you?"

"Being naked among people as if it was normal" -- the answer came so straight that it surprised me.

"Why don't you?"

"What?"

"Get naked. Drop the towel."

"Oh, no, not sure it's a good idea…"

"How come?"

"Because…" She was grinning at me. "Well, this is not really about sex, right? I mean, we are talking theoretically, right? So it's not the same thing."

"I'm not really being fair, am I?", she asked.

"Not at all" -- and this time we both laughed.

Then, we noticed a guy looking straight at her and she became uncomfortable. She moved her head in my direction and whispered, "you think he recognized me?" I tried to look at him but couldn't really see his face because of the fog.

"He may, but he's probably not sure because of the fog", I answered.

"Do you mind if we leave? It's hot anyway."

"Sure, lets go, I could use a cold shower."

"Good idea."

The showers were lined up in the same room we left our robes at, divided in private boxes, large enough for couples. She grabbed my hand and brought me inside one with her and turned on the water almost instantly. She had the chance to drop her towel upon entering, but mine was suddenly soaked.

"Hey!" I cried.

She seemed to be having the time of her life. "You don't seem to have any options, now."

"What do you mean?"

"You must drop your towel."

"Ok, guess you're right." I dropped it. My cock was in control, in the beginning of an erection but not quite. And I was terribly self-conscious. She didn't seem to notice.

"I love a cold shower after the sauna", she said, and as if contradicting herself turned on the hot water now. "But to stay a bit more I guess we need it a bit warmer." She grinned -- I was looking at her. "What?"

"You tricked me."

"I did, didn't I?", and smiled but, then, tenderly: "Don't mind me, really."

"Yeah, but I will end up with a hard-on."

"Do you mind it?"

"Me? No, it's just that… you're a tease!"

"Sorry for that", she seemed regretful. "I'm not sure I should undress, you know."

"I'm not asking for that, it's just..." Her smile grew wider.

"That's a full hard-on." And it was.

I grew daring. "I have your Playboy, you know?"

She was surprised. "Wow. Really? That was like, how long ago?"

"In the eighties…"

"86, I was young then."

"Yeah, and I was a kid."

"I was some sort of a sex symbol then…"

"You're still very beautiful." It was she who blushed this time. And then she approached me and kissed me softly in the lips.

"Thank you", she said, her eyes glued on mine, and dropped her top and unlaced the bottoms of her bikini. Her breasts were smallish with small areolas, the nipples pointing up -- he pussy hair was trimmed neatly in the Brazilian way. We hugged and kissed passionately this second time. "Let's get a cabin?", she proposed. "Let's", I said.

We put on the robes, climbed the stairs, got the keys and were in the third floor in no time. But suddenly she was shy. My cock was hard, very hard and tense -- she unrobed me and let her fingers touch it lightly bringing me to some sort of ecstasy. I unrobed her looking into her eyes and lead her to the bed, we both lay, I on top of her, and kissed deeply and brought my head down to her nipples tonguing them gently, leading myself down even further with small wet kisses until I could smell her pussy. She was soaking.

I stopped, smelling it as close as possible without the touch and then, on a sudden, drew my tongue into her clitoris. "Ah!", she yelled -- "slower, please". I obliged. Tonguing her gently while letting a finger caress the inner lips. As her excitement grew, I let it inside in order to reach her g-spot. "Ahh..", she moaned. I touched it more, faster and harder each minute for so long until she held my head making me stop. "Come inside me", she asked -- and I mounted her, diving my cock into her. "Oh", she cried. The moment I went into her she was already on the brick of an orgasm -- "faster", she said. "Faster, please, faster, faaaster" and, then, "aaaaah!".

Silence. She hugged me hard. Laughed out loud. "Wow", she finally said, "wow, thank you, thank you. This was good. Wow." I smiled. She caressed my hair -- and I was still inside her, hard -- kissed my forehead, "I want to make you come." In saying that, she pushed me away and turned around. Her hand went straight to my cock, holding it firmly, making slow movements of up and down. "Nice cock", she said in a grin, lowered her head and touched the gland with her tongue, going for circular movements and the engulfing it all, first slower, then deeper into her throat. "Aah", I left, "this iiiiss gooood", she looked at me as if smiling. With her hand, the mouth still doing magic, she started masturbating me and I had no choice -- "caaareful there", I said, not wanting to come to soon -- "aaaah", I cried -- and it was impossible. I shot my load deep into her throat, she drunk it all -- raised and cleaned her mouth with her hand.

I was exhausted and she seemed as happy as I were. "Can I ask you a question?", she said. "Sure", I replied. "Were you the guy who was behind me in the line at the drugstore?" I looked at her surprised -- "yeah, that was me." She grinned.

"I thought so. I recognized you inside here, at the bar. Did you follow me?"

"Hmm, yes."

She started laughing. "Wow. And you were surprised when I got inside, weren't you?"

"I was."

"I'm glad you came. I really wasn't planning to get laid, you know."

"Weren't you?"

"What's your name, by the way?"

"Lucas. People call me Luke."

"Well, Luke, I'm glad you followed me." With that, she lay beside me in a hug and we lost track of time.



Isabella



Isabella was getting water out of her families well. She looked towards the woods, she felt as if she was being watched. She knew that it was not very likely since it was just her parents and her for about five miles. As she unhooked the bucket the sounds of galloping hooves sounded from the forest. A centaur was racing towards her. He was a dark chocolate brown. 

She just smiled to herself as she carefully set the bucket down next to the well. As he came around the well he reached his arm about to grab her. It took him by slight surprise when she reached out to him and wrapped her arms around him. She took a moment to admire his chiseled human frame and how it smoothly blended into his horse half. 

His face had high cheek bones and his brown eyes had seriousness about them as if they took in everything around them. His lips were full and well matched the one side had a slight up turn to it as if he was always ready to smile. His hair was thick and hung down freely to his shoulders. 

He was so glossy he just about shined in the late afternoon sun. He made the sharp turn around the well and was headed back to the forest. Rafael had just gotten to the point in the forest where you could no longer see the edge when he was shocked into stopping. 

He had taken a moment to look down at her. Before he could even offer some words of comfort to the woman he had just kidnapped, she reached her face up and kissed him passionately. His hooves threw up a small shower of dirt and other forest debris as he skidded to a halt. He had never heard of a woman kissing her centaur as he was kidnapping her. 

It was a known fact that kidnapping was the only way they could find mates since it had been generations since a girl was born in their race. Her kisses made him hard as he held her. She reached down and ran her hand eagerly over his arousal. Even when she broke the kiss she still fondled him. She leaned against his chest as he held on to her. He just held her as he fought to clear his head and make sense of her. 

Her body was thin but with a silent power about it. He could sense that there was something special about her. Just as he could sense that whatever was special about her could be dangerous. 

She was tall for a human; she could easily place her arm over his withers and let it rest there. Here hair was dark curly brown; she had it pulled back into a pony tail. It reached past her shoulder blades. Her eyes were brown but even as he watched them they changed their shade from a dark brown to a honeyed color. 

They fit nice in her narrow face. Her nose was perhaps a touch too broad for it to fit nice but it made him smile. Her lips were full and had a slight pout to them. They were made for kissing. 

She kissed him again removing her hand from him. He groaned as he tried to pull her closer but she pushed at his arm and started to lower her legs to the ground. At first he fought it but then he let her down as she made it clear to him that she just wanted to stand on her own two feet. She stood on her tip toes and leaned into him and returned her hand to his hard arousal. But after a few minutes she pulled away and dance back to the edge of the woods. 

He growled at her and went to grab her again. She wrapped one arm around a young tree and the other around him while she kissed him again. He was torn between being irritated and aroused. She was using his arousal to try and escape. But she smiled took his hand as she tried to lead him back to her house. 

When he stood firm and shook his head no she looked up at him. She quickly dropped to her knees and cried pointing from herself to the house. He tried to make his voice firm but gentle as he said to her "No, there is no going back." She still looked at him pleadingly. She didn't fight when he pulled her close he had meant to pick her up again, but instead got lost in the kiss she bestowed on him. 

He was so lost in the kiss he missed her shift in weight as she kneed him hard in his arousal. He fell to his knees and let her go. She ran quickly up through the open side of the hill to the well. She knew there was no way to truly out run him even as she paused to pick up the pail of water she saw he was standing back up. 

In the few seconds it took her to get to the door he was at the well. She stepped though the door and shut it. He halted at the door, he knew that she lived alone at least in his months of watching her he had never seen any one else even come close to her. But he was a warrior and he knew that in a human house he would be extremely limited in his movements. 

His anger made the choice for him. He grabbed the door and pulled it open snapping the leather hinges it was hung on. He then leaned his torso in to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim light. It took only a moment to verify that she was alone in the house. She was leaning over the fire and ladling stew into a thick wooden bowl. When she looked over at him she smiled a warm and welcoming smile. 

He noticed that she had two bowls balanced on her arm. When she had filled both bowls she walked over to the table and put a spoon in both of them. Then she laid a small loaf of bread on top of one. She then took the bowl with bread and handed it to him as she walked past the door. 

With the other bowl she went to the bed. His nostrils flared as images of what he wanted to do on that bed swarmed through his mind. With out thinking he walked into the small cottage. It wasn't until she sat on the chair next to the bed did he notice that there was indeed some one else in the room. 

In the bed there was an extremely old couple. She gently spooned the hearty stew to both of them and offered them water from a cup. As she fed them he ate the stew and bread she had handed him. It was better then he had ever made for himself. Then she went back to the stew and refilled her bowl. 

She grabbed a thinning blue blanket from by the fire. She walked up to him and smiled up at him. As he expected he had to carefully back out of the cottage, but she walked with him back to the forest, her bowl in one hand and her other lay on his flank. When they had reached a safe spot he laid down on his belly and opened his arms for her to sit against him. 

She sat cross legged as she ate leaning her back against him as he held her. He nuzzled her hair enjoying her scent. When she was done she sat the bowl aside. She turned in his arms and kissed him passionately. He unlaced the front of her shirt and slipped his hand in to mold her breast to his hand. He felt her shiver as her nipple beaded against his hand. 

It was not long before she was whimpering for him and trying to rub her body against him. As the sound reached his ears he realized that, that was the only sound he had heard from her. He thought that maybe she was just not use to speaking with any one. So he chuckled as he said, "You can tell me how much you like it. I won't laugh and it will help me to know how to better please you." 

He went to nuzzle her neck but she pulled back from him. The look in her eyes as he looked at her just about broke his heart; her eyes were glassy like she was about to cry. She shook her head; she put the tips of her fingers to her lips. As she pulled them away she opened up her hand. Then she shook her head. 

"So you can't speak?" She nodded sadly and looked away. He pulled his hand out of her shirt and hooked her chin making her look at him. Her eyes were uncertain. "I'll just have to speak for the both of us." He chuckled again and kissed her softly. He pulled her to his chest as her hair tickled his chin. 

She reached up and put her hand along the side of his face so that her fingertips rested on his temple. She felt his breathing change as he was overwhelmed by the images she was showing him. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the vision as well. He was in front of her with a fire glowing in the background. They were both naked. He pulled her close to him as he kissed her. 

She reached her hand down to hold onto his sex as they kissed. Her hand barely fit around him. It made her wet knowing this was going to be all hers. He picked her up with one arm and wrapped her legs around his waist. She rubbed up against his chiseled abs but whimpered into the kiss as it didn't really help to alleviate the pressure that was building at the apex of her thighs. 

He slid his hand from around her waist to brush it over her hip and then down her stomach until he had his fingers pointing down and started to slowly separate her hairy lips. She jumped as he touched her. She whimpered and bit at his lip. At first he just gently circled the little nub and soon had her wiggling in need and frustration. He gave it a flick and was rewarded when she made a sharp whimper. 

He walked his finger down a little and slowly felt inside of her. She was tight. His one slim finger felt huge to her. She tensed as he touched her. He almost lost it as she clamped down on his digit. He whispered in her ear. "Relax it'll only hurt for a little bit." 

He kissed her ear and was amazed as she not only relaxed around his digit but got wetter. He smiled as he then gently bit and pulled on her ear lobe. Once he could get the one finger to move in and out without to much trouble. He added a second and a third. As the third entered her it was too much and sent her over the edge. Her nails dug into his arms, she clung to him as she shuddered. He held her and felt the rush of wetness leaving her. 

It dripped down his hand as he removed it from between them. He licked some of it off of his fingers as he watched her return to him. Her eyes had turned a beautiful shade of blue when she had cum. "You taste so wonderful I could eat you every day. And I would but I think you want something else." 

He unwrapped her legs from around his human waist and lowered her until she felt his hard and heavy cock at her entrance. She looked up at him. Though the arousal still in her eyes. He could also see the fear; he gently brushed his clean hand along her cheek as he asked. "Are you ready?" She bit her lip as she looked up at him and nodded she kissed him passionately. 

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he moved her hips over his cock. He gathered his strength and lined his cock up to her entrance, he tried to move slowly as the tip entered her, she stiffened and whimpered. He kissed along her cheek and then nuzzled against her neck and bit at her ear a little as she relaxed again. 

He pushed again and lost his own control her tightness was too much for him. With out thinking he pulled out a little and then slammed his full length into her. As her hymen ripped she screamed in pain. But he couldn't stop himself as he pulled out and thrust back into her. 

He settled into a fast rhythm against her even his kisses had turned savage, he used his teeth on her shoulders and collar bone. She was soon writhing against him. He felt her tighten around him and start milking him as she whimpered again. This time he came with her. He pulled his head back and clenched his teeth as his cum shoot into her. 

When it had passed he fell to the ground holding her to him. He noticed the bruises he left on her shoulders and collar bone, but as he went to kiss them the vision faded. They were back in the woods. She was dressed in front of him half laying in his arms; the blue blanked hung across her chest but he noticed the white streaks of his cum on it. She was breathing hard as she looked from the blanked to him. 

She smiled and kissed him again. He felt exhausted. But he had to know something. He ran his hand up her leg and under her dress. She blushed and bit her lower lip. His hand moved over her thigh and came to rest against her wet sex. She whimpered at his touch her skin was still super sensitive from the vision they had shared. 

He removed his hand and pulled her close. She nuzzled into his heat as it had cooled quickly since the sun had set. They rested together for a few hours until it was to cold for her to remain with him. He supported her as she walked with him back to her home. He kissed her at the door, which he quickly retied to help keep the wind out while she built the fire back up. 

He went to the wood pile and brought her a huge arm full of wood for the night, she took it and blushed. "I will watch over you, but when they take their last breath I will come for you." He kissed her one more time and then raced back to the forest.



Isabella



Our producers had determined to stage Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare, one of the strangest of all his plays. The wild boy Claudio is sentenced to death for having sex by the uptight bureaucrat Angelo. Hypocritical and corrupt, Angelo offers to let Claudio go free, if he, Angelo, can have sex with Isabella, Claudio's sister. Isabella, of course, intends to become a nun and not just any nun but an uber-chaste nun. Presented with the lascivious bargain as a way to save her unjustly condemned brother, Isabella refuses. Her chastity is more important than her brother.

Casting the play went well. The fellow playing Angelo was stern and serious, manly with a twinge of cowardice, confident while overly self-adoring. Claudio, by contrast, was smooth and attractive. His every word sounded charming but, in ways, a bit too staged, delightful and contrived. Everyone in the cast and crew lusted for Claudio.

Isabella proved more problematic. No one can lay claim to understanding the mind of Isabella. Beautiful beyond measure, innocently seductive, as desired as she is unavailable, the character is an enigma roll. What actress can wrap herself around a role like that? Our Isabella was certainly selected for her beauty, for none of the story made sense without that driving force of sparking longed-for sexuality. She was tested, then, in containing that aesthetic with an acted will. As pretty as the woman was, she had a proportionally herculean task of asserting her unavailability. 

I don't know how well the players knew each other before the play began rehearsal, but any deficiency in their acquaintance was rectified soon. All the stage is an orgy, a rotating and teeming conflagration of emotions and bodies, splayed across the hard wood, teasing and touching and wearing and wanting, pleading and pleasing. I won't attempt to chart the interplay of relationships that came and went with each drawn and closed curtain. Actors are lovers. Despite any rules designed to contain the furious eroticisms, they loved.

No one can say how Isabella fell under Angelo's spell. I think we all assumed that Isabella would join up with Claudio. They seemed to be cut from the same cloth, visually appealing, socially talented, licentious and libidinous. Angelo had a seriousness that seemed separate from the characters of the other two, sharp and severe. He carried an air of disapproval that seemed completely contrary to the libertine attitudes of our Isabella. Perhaps it is because opposites attract that Isabella was drawn to Angelo. Under his stern gaze, she became a melted youth. By the eighth rehearsal, in our second week of working together, Isabella shared Angelo's bed. A symphony of signs made their union undeniably apparent. Her hand rested easily on Angelo's thigh.

Love is never a static affair. Like any force of nature, with every action there is a reaction, although in the realms of lust, the equal and opposite nature of the resulting vectors are anything but equal. Our Claudio expressed, in almost subtle and generally non-verbal ways, an intense dissatisfaction at Isabella's choice of companion. His antipathy worked in two distinct directions. First, Claudio believed that Isabella would be better suited to his company. In this we all agreed but love knows no reason and that was for Isabella to decide. Second, Claudio held steadfast to the idea that under no circumstances, even in the unexplainable reality where she did not choose him, Isabella should not abide Angelo. He was insufferable and Claudio was offended that Isabella should degrade herself so terribly.

We did not agree that Angelo was such a horrible choice, but we could understand why Claudio felt so. It seemed an odd selection, at the least.

Several weeks into rehearsal, we began to focus on the scene when Isabella informs Claudio that she has been given the opportunity to save his life by sleeping with Angelo. To the modern mind, this scene is unfathomable, for Isabella refuses to consider the possibility. She would rather let her brother die than submit to an hour of friendly groping. Isabella is a stone cold bitch. During the scene, she explains to her death-row sibling that the beheading is on because the maiden-head is secure. 

Imagine this; you are about to die and your sister can save you by sleeping with some perfunctory administrator. She refuses to sully herself and you die with an axe blow to the neck. Do you speak well of your sister?

Of course, it may be the case that Isabella is aware of the literary antecedents that invoke the monstrous bargain. As the story goes, in the history of such stories, which is a rich history, when the woman agrees to the bargain and sleeps with the governor, the deal is universally reneged and the captive dies anyway. Assuming Isabella was well read, therefore, she could assume that had she slept with Angelo, Claudio would die anyway and so what's the point?

It was clear, in rehearsal, that our modern day Isabella took issue with this heartless and overly chaste condemnation. Her distaste for the lines she spoke became a subtext to her reading. Although merely fiction, as she looked into Claudio's eyes and told him, this man before her, supposed her beloved brother, that she would pray a thousand times for his death and never once for his redemption, the threads of this young woman's heart broke, tearing the very fabric of her sensitive emotions. She could not bear to be so cruel, yet under the Bard's direction, cruel she had no choice but be.

One late night at the theater, I commiserated with Claudio, as he bared his heart to expose his endless lust for our Isabella, sisterly distant though she had taken to keep him. He wanted her; he would have her; yet she maintained a serious familial response. She was cast to be his sister and as the play's the thing, she would not bear to bring him to her more than sisterly embrace. He would have her but she would have no more of him than the relationship would endure.

In this air of near despair, Claudio and I happened to encounter a scene between our Isabella and the cold-hearted Angelo, in the back recesses of the dressing rooms. Although she kept her emotions in check, expressing perhaps some disdain for this method-acted perfunctory, he pleaded most eloquently for her attentions. He did not woo her heart, nor even her time, but merely her attention, namely the pleasure of her tongue to quickly satisfy the eagerness of his member. 

There are things that cannot be seen on stage that are all too easily seen behind the stage. This was our vision, Claudio and mine, as the beauteous Isabella knelt before Angelo, albeit reluctantly, if manner be a reflection of her attitudes. Her lovely face, dimmed in the shadows of the unlit back room, opened to allow the entrance of Angelo's turgid cock into the soft kiss. For as many as twenty seconds, he thrust his rude pelvis toward her kindness, groaning all the while. A sudden foray of spurts graced her delicate lips and she swallowed down his tensions. Wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her blouse, Isabella rose and left the scoundrel behind, spent and satisfied.

Claudio was beside himself with rage and no small measure of excitement. Within a few short hours, he sought Isabella's counsel and begged and pleaded her indulgence. Yet not as lover did Claudio make his arguments, but rather as a brother might. "Deny me everything," he made his case. "I would have you as my own, make no mistake, but I would sacrifice everything, if only you would honor my request; Never give yourself to Angelo. No more. Not once. Never again."

In this, fair Isabella did accede. She cared more for the play than for any mere man, and she would not have her sexual indiscretions become the instrument of the drama's downfall. She would no more give herself to Angelo than to our Claudio. 

The frustration of Angelo was soon apparent in his role. He believed he had conquered the heart of Isabella, as fools are wont to do, convinced that in her acquiescence to his lust, she had conceded so much more. She was his, thought Angelo, and would remain forever so, yet like the shooting star gleams with a ferocious light, the sparkle vanished into the night, never to be shown again. Isabella became as cold as ice. Angelo fumed. Claudio rejoiced.

As the run of our play ended, Claudio even believed he might seduce our Isabella, but this was not to be. She had fixed him as her brother and gave no more thought to him than she gave to the all-too-cruel Angelo. We could suppose the novice found her cloister and renounced men altogether, so stern was her refusal of these two cads. Yet that would not be a proper ending. 

Rather, she came away with me, her Duke. And that's how the play should end.



Isabella & Darcy



There are many elements including personality, past experience, life in the present, desires, fantasies and objective knowledge that go into the formation of a BDSM partnership. And, you never know where a partner might come from or when they may mysteriously appear from another realm or part of the world and your entire being says this is the one, "this IS the one".

Just such a thing happen during the meeting of the experienced Mistress, Isabella and Darcy, the submissive man who would soon become her slave. He was from another country but was desperate t find his Mistress. He had looked in his own area and, never quite to Ms Isabella's satisfaction, tried to explained why he was unable to find that perfect Mistress somewhere closer to home. Ms. Isabella had dealt with so many inadequate slaves that she tended to doubt the words of all of them especially since their words all tended to be the same. A little variation here and there but the fact is they all swore the deepest devotion, great love and care to an unknown Mistress. 

Isabella was always amazed and yet irritated that someone would pledge to serve a woman they did not know. All had become such a bore to her. But, this one was different. That is, if he were telling the truth. He had told Isabella that he once had a great love that betrayed him and in doing so made him feel less than a man, had belittled his manhood before she walked out on him. Isabella never knew for sure what made each man need her but she had, over the years, come to some basic conclusions. One of those was to give up the mental control in order to find their emotional strength again. This man fit those conclusions perfectly. And, he was quite handsome and had a cock that she knew she could work with and enjoy.

After many writings, messages, and phone conversations, they agreed to meet each other to see how things might work. It was a big step. This man, the first in a long time, wanted more than a Mistress, he needed to be a total slave but also wanted a woman to love and still be a man. A very tricky proposition for her to negotiate. Which role or need comes first is always the question, is it the love of the man and woman or the bond between the Mistress and the slave. And, was he really a slave? He'd never had a Mistress other than a couple of short trials and a couple of pro-Dommes. 

However, his desires and a need to serve appeared to be very deep. It was possible that part of the way into his training he would realize that he did not want to "play this game". Isabella new that for Darcy to be a total slave to her she would have to create an unusual environment for him one which was often cruel, exacting, and demanding but full of respect, care and nurturing. He must know that he is a slave owned by Isabella for her pure enjoyment. If he received what he needed from it - fine - but what he would receive was the knowledge that he totally belonged to a powerful woman and no longer had any control over his life and the freedom to let go of himself and old wounds. Only if he could truly be her slave could she allow herself to love him as a man. Isabella shivered at the thought of the pure joy but possible disappointment that lie waiting for her.

Upon meeting, Isabella decided that the first step would be to touch him on the desiring, loving woman level. He had been alone for a long time. They met at the airport and without a word of introduction, Isabella kissed him and felt her own passions rising quite unexpectedly and it was evident to anyone who cared to look that Darcy's passion was already aflame. "Did you book us a hotel room?" Isabella asked? Darcy just stared at her eyes and was almost incapable of answering. He finally managed a soft raspy "yes". They got her bags and went straight to the hotel. Much to her own surprise, Isabella found that her desire for this man sitting next to her was mounting each moment. He was a good-looking man with somewhat delicate features but it was evident that he had worked hard all is life because he was very muscular and had a presence that announced control is his business life. She imagined the muscles in his ass rippling as he fucked her - fucked a woman for the first time in a long time. The trip to the hotel could not be fast enough.

The room was delightful and cool. He had already checked in and gathered fresh fruit, chocolates, champagne, and bottled water. Very few words had been spoken during the cab ride. There had been holding and touching of hands but all words seemed to have been stuck in each throat. Now, standing in the small but beautifully laid out room, they merely looked at each other. There was an intenseness that made the space between them seem as far away as when using the web cam of the pc to connect their two countries, but also so close that she imagined she could feel the skin of his body. Isabella realized that it was she who must make the first move. Still, with no words said aloud, she walked to Darcy and began to remove his clothing. He stood frozen. This beautiful, sensual man almost like a child, he merely held her gaze as he completely removed all clothing. He stood before her. His manhood was strong, erect, and pulsing. Tiny droplets of pre-cum moistened the head of this beautiful cock that she was now very sure she would own - this cock and the man who wore it, who would keep it for her - it was hers. 

But, there were other things first. Isabella gently touched his entire body. As with Tantra exercises, she closed her eyes and gently touched every inch of his body. Feeling the muscles ripple and quiver made her quiver inside. Feeling his cock strain for her, becoming even more engorged and the soft moan from his lips as she gently touch his manhood, his balls, and dug her nails into his ass. Everything was slow and gentle to caress this man, this beautiful man who wanted to give himself to her. Darcy continued to be fixated on her eyes, so deep a shade of blue and so intense wondering if what he saw was her own desire or just a Mistress inspecting. He felt his breathing become shallow and disjointed. His cock betrayed his feelings and now it seemed that his whole body was going to somehow betray him, tell her too much too soon, tell him too much too soon, oh god.

Isabella directed him to the bed and laid him down. He was so beautiful lying there; his eyes full of desire and - was that love? How could that be? How could this beautiful specimen find love in her when he did not even really know her - but knowing a part of her, she was about to change? Isabella very gently and slowly took off her own clothes. She was a beautiful woman she knew that but she also knew that her body was far less than perfect and was looking for any sign that he found her less than his dreams. All she saw was more admiration and a cock that now struggled to touch her body. Again, she touched all of his body, softy and gently. 

This time Darcy closed his eyes and his little moans were barely audible. His breathing was faster and shallow and as he grinded his hips ever so slightly he reached his arms out to grips the bed as if in invisible bondage. Isabella wanted to slow things down. Slow herself down. She managed to find her voice and asked if he would help her bathe after such a long flight. She held out a hand to him and he, still saying not a word, took her hand and led her to the bathroom. As with most facilities in Europe the shower was small and suited for only one person. He turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and then stepped aside for her to enter. 

As she was allowing the warm water to overrun her body when she suddenly felt his hands on her back and they were big, strong, and slippery with soap. Her instincts were to tell him he had no permission to touch his Mistress but she controlled that part of her. Tonight she was his lover. She tuned and said "close your eyes, Darcy, and wash me and feel my body". He softly stoked and washed every inch of her body. She was aware that he lingered much longer on her lower back and ass. She knew that Darcy loved a woman's ass, the flower of the lower region and he now concentrated on exploring hers and knowing it and she knew he longed to open her flower with his hands, his tongue and his cock. She would do this for him but not yet. Her feelings were overwhelming her. 

Suddenly she needed to urinate. Again, she became excited. She knew his deep desires regarding the nectar of the woman he longed to serve. To feel it, wear it, be a part of it, and the intimate bonding of consuming her precious nectar was something she knew Darcy needed as much as he needed anything. For him and to her, it was the ultimate intimacy between lovers and between Mistress and her slave. She slowly began to release and as she did there was a frantic gasp as Darcy reached to feel the flow run across his hand. He was so overwhelmed that he slowly sank to his knees and took a moment to compose himself in order to stand and continuing bathing Isabella. Darcy's mind was racing. Could there really be a woman that understood his needs, respected them, and received her own pleasure and power from them. It was too much. Fear ran through him that she would not want him. 

The shower finished, he ever so delicately and dabbed her dry as if she were made of fine porcelain and would break. He pressed the towel around her head to soak up the water. He stepped to the sink, from his own toiletry bag produced a comb, and proceeded to comb her short, platinum hair for her into the very style that she wore as if he had created it. Still, he did not speak. Isabella was not sure if he was still so very nervous or just overcome by the whole situation. He could also be worried about performing for her - what she might ask - worried that his manhood would not please her or was less than good enough since some fool had once told him such stupid things. Isabella knew more than anyone did how words could hurt and affect your entire life.

She led him back to the bed. Isabella set down first and pulled him on to the bed. The tension between them was now at a total pitch of desire, fear, nervousness, and mad crazy feelings of love. This could not be - but love was in the room in almost a tangible nature. She directed him to lie again and Isabella positioned herself with his arm around her and her head on his shoulder. She folded one leg across his legs and gently rubbed his chest. Without even thinking, her hand floated to his cock. He had shaved for her - funny, she had not noticed before but the skin so soft and delicate surrounding this magnificent member throbbing and pulsing. 

As she touched the base of his cock and his balls it moved, trembled, and leaked more of the glistening pre-cum. She could not help but touch the head of his cock and massage the slippery pre-cum into the beautiful head. As she did, he moaned and started to flex his hips. Isabella told Darcy is her softest voice: "I am tonight your woman. I am in love with you and you mean all things to me. I lie here next to you and want nothing more than to give you my love, my desire, my body and have you take me, use me in whatever way will make Darcy, the man, happy and filled with love and satisfaction. I want you to make love to me, Darcy. I want you to know when morning comes just how much I want you and desire you. And, no matter what the future brings, you will remember this night and how much you were wanted and desired by me, Isabella." 

Her words struck a long dead chord in Darcy. He rolled on top of her and for a moment merely studied her eyes with such deepness that she felt as if their bodies were being melded into one entity. Slowly and lovingly, he began to kiss her breasts, her mouth, her neck and face, and then moved down to her stomach. He kissed every single part of her body except for her womanly mound and the flower of her ass. She knew he was savoring her essence, her trembling, moaning desire, and her inability to remain still. Isabella was at first surprised at her own passion but was soon so caught up in his kisses and caresses that she forgot she was there to be a Mistress. She forgot all the disappointing loves of the past and thought only of this man, this moment, and the throbbing desire of love that was making her lightheaded, drunk, swollen and aching for his touch.

When Darcy was ready, he slowly positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy. He felt her incredible wetness and very slowly lowered his cock into her and moaned as he felt the tightness of her muscles grip his cock like a drowning man might grab for a rope. She arched up to meet him and gripped with all her might - wanting to feel every inch of him, every vein, every pulse. What started slowly and gently became a tangled mélange of moans and inaudible words, as the thrust grew harder and deeper. Isabella wrapped around Darcy and dug her nails into his back and ass as he pounded her harder and faster. Like a flash of lightening, he flipped her over and pulled her ass up so she was exposed to him. Then she felt his face, his tongue buried in her ass. 

Flicking his tongue at the flower, which she opened wider and wider to be ready to receive him completely and effortlessly. The wetness of his mouth and tongue sucking and fucking her flower was almost more than she could stand. She reached down to touch herself, wanting desperately to have release but he grabbed her hand and in one strong move was thrusting his cock into her ass. She was open and ready and there was no slowness or gentleness but pure raw lust. Passion that had overtaken all other senses and thoughts of Isabella. Driving into her ass harder and harder and slapping her ass after each thrust, Darcy then drove his cock as deep as he could and moved about in small circles while he reached around and rubbed Isabella's now swollen little female cock. She was a mad woman, crazy with desire like she had never known. 

He suddenly stopped and withdrew from her ass and she was again on her back. His face now buried deep into her pussy, licking, sucking, and running his tongue across her swollen labia. He knew from previous conversations that Isabella liked to have her clit blown on and vibrated. He began to blow and she felt his hand entering his ass. She could hardly hold still to find the release needed so badly - then suddenly Isabella was yelling to Darcy not to stop that she was cumming, oh gawd she was going to cum like it was the first time in her life. Darcy did not stop, he was like a machine and then it was there - the gush, the squirting and he moaned with delight at the essence of her orgasm flowing all over his face and chest. He threw back her legs, entered her ass once again, and began to pound her frantically and desperately with all of his strength.

He reached down and took one of Isabella's hands and laid it on her pussy, she began to rub herself and felt another orgasm mounting. They were now pounding at each other in such rhythm and desire like neither had ever felt before. Again, Isabella screamed a muffled scream of another orgasm and Darcy looked up to the ceiling, holding fast to Isabella's legs and let out a long painful moan with several very fast and deep strokes. They both came this time in one union filled gift of love and desire. It was the kind of gift that only lovers of the most intimate nature can give to each other.

Isabella lay trembling wondering how she managed to have such two incredible orgasms. Darcy moved about the room with hardly a sound. He produced a hot wash cloth to clean Isabella, propped up pillows, and helped her to get under the covers. He stoked her still wet hair, kissed her softly, and merely said "I love you, Isabella, with all my being". Shortly, the food he had previously placed in the room was on a tray and he quietly and sweetly giving her bites of food and drink. Darcy stoked her cheeks and just silently looking at her as if she was some special gift from another world. Oddly enough, Isabella herself felt as if she had floated into another world. 

The world of this man - this incredible man and his desire. She knew he understood her love and desire for him. She understood that she was deeply in love. Months to getting to know each other through letters and phone had taught them many things but nothing had prepared her for the way she felt. It was totally out of her control. A feeling that Isabella was not accustomed too having. But this was the moment; soon she would have to learn if he could separate the man and the woman from the devoted slave, the slave she would own. A slave who would have no other thought than the fact that he belonged to her. But, morning, yes, there would be time in the morning to talk about the Mistress and the slave. This evening she was just his woman and wanted him to feel every bit the man he deserved to feel from her love and desire. She again gave to him with all her heart and body. 

Morning found the pair still awake and still in the wonderment of a new found love and passion. Darcy had been so many years without loving a woman that finding all this love just for him inside the arms and body of Isabella was almost more than his mind could control or contain. He was filled with amazement that one woman could so desire just him. Many women did in fact desire Darcy but he never saw them as real or honest. There was always a cloud in his mind from the one who hurt him so badly and destroyed the man inside. Isabella had touched the man deep within and no matter how Darcy tried to fight it, to resist letting his mind follow his body –he knew that in every way he belonged to Isabella and that she belonged to him. Nothing could ever make him doubt her love because it was given so freely and openly. She was like a trembling first love, a woman, a whore, a vixen in his arms but the love she offered was a simple, honest, and open gift. No questions, no conditions, just pure unencumbered love. 

Darcy was almost frightened. He had been so long not believing anymore in love that here it was lying next to him and yet – he also knew that lying there was his new Mistress, the one who would own him and train him. Would he have to choose? Could he have them both? Could she be both? Can a woman be your taskmaster and own you and turn around and be your lover and your whore? If she was capable then she must be even more incredible than he had imagined. Yet, he somehow knew she was capable. The fear he felt was for him. Was he capable? He needed a Mistress so much that his whole body ached. He yearned for the control of this woman, to feel her whips and her bindings, her harsh tones and punishment. But something was also stirring in him he thought long ago dead – love. Real love for a partner, a friend, a woman, his woman, but also the women for whom he would be a willing slave. It was too much.

Time soon arrived to leave for Darcy's flat and put behind the hours of equality and passionate love-making. Isabella was nervous for the first time in many years. This man had touched her heart. She always liked to keep things separate but this was going to be hard. She was in love with this man and she knew it but she also knew that his needs far surpassed those of mere love. He needed her strength, her harshness, and her ability to be cruel, her nurturing and car. She must concentrate and focus all her thoughts if she was going to be the Mistress that she was proud to be and be the Mistress that he needed.

She decided not to mention anything until they reached his flat. Let the train ride home be pleasant and light like those of a tourist. Once at the flat, she would make the transition. She was going to need strength for this one. She was already too much in love.

Tension and anticipation were building as they mounted the steps to the Darcy's flat. Neither had any idea of what was in the mind of the other. Normally it would be "will she like my home" or "I wonder how he lives" but instead his mind was full of thoughts about when she was going to mention the main reason that they are now together and she was wondering how he was going to handle the transition. When should she start? Small talk first? Another discussion of needs and her expectations but they had done that for months? Isabella decided that as soon as the door was closed it was the moment to transition and begin the training. After all, that is why he contacted her in the first place. Darcy did not write to her to find a lover but to find the Mistress he needed and he saw in her the spirit and tenacity that he thought he would need. She stood and looked around the neat and orderly little flat. 




Isabella & Darcy



He was a good housekeeper or had hired someone to come in, but she would soon learn about those things. It was a typical single man's apartment. Small but every single inch of space put to some use. There were many books and as she quickly looked at a few titles, she noticed a wide range of reading styles and was pleased since she enjoyed many genres. The kitchen was small and organized and a triangular window provided light to make it bright and cheerful. Considering the lack of air conditioning it struck her as almost cruel – the promise of some air but designed only for light. It was a lovely flat and 2 people would be very comfortable there for a time. She waited patiently as Darcy brought in luggage up the several flights of steps. The training had already begun, Darcy just did not know.

As soon as the door was closed, Isabella sat in a comfortable chair in the conversational area of the open room. "Darcy, come here please and bring the purple bag". As she opened the bag, there was a visible stiffening of his body and a slight trembling of his hands. "Darcy, we had a lovely evening as a man and woman  actually a lovely evening, night and morning, and that was good so that you know the heart of the woman that lives inside your Mistress loves you. But, Darcy, that woman is gone now and it is time to begin your training with your Mistress. We have already agreed on all activities and covered all the conversational ends of your submission so the time has come to begin.  - you may now remove your clothing for a more formal inspection". Darcy began to undress under the intense stare of Isabella. She watched every movement of his hands. She had seen his nude body for the past ½ of a day but this was different. Now she was looking at the body she owned. It belonged to her to shape and mold and to enjoy. 

His entire form took on a different meaning. The size of the nipples and which clips would work best to start. She studied the looseness of his scrotum and how much stretching would be needed. A Mistress always assessed a body from a different point of view. When he was completely nude and visibly nervous Isabella ordered him to kneel in front of her. "Darcy, you may now formally request that I accept you as my slave". Darcy's head dropped. For the first time since her arrival, he could not look at her eyes. Tears began to form in his eyes. He'd planned and rehearsed this moment for days. How could he make this women understand the importance? He finally looked up and when he saw her eyes, he realized she did know the importance and the fear vanished. "Mistress, I beg you to please accept this unworthy man before you as your slave to own and do with as you please. And, Mistress, this slave promises that if you will take him under your care and guidance that he will do everything in his power to please, to honor, to show devotion, and return his own care of her in many ways" He'd done it. He made it through and he meant it – now to find her answer. 

Isabella was deeply touched. Such a precious gift had just been laid at her feet. What was that? A tear? Thank goodness, his head was bowed, as she did not want to appear too overwhelmed or weak. She took his face in her hands, "Darcy, this Mistress, Isabella, cherishes your offer, your openness and strength to allow yourself to be the person you are. I am very proud to accept you as my most adored slave. Together we will grow, learn, and reach for all that is possible. I promise to respect you, train you to the best of my own knowledge, and to always hold to my heart the gift you have given – yourself". There was a silent embrace and Darcy shed tears of joy as his Mistress held him like a loving mother.

"I want to keep moving, Darcy, as your training will be constant and you must being to understand that from this moment I am foremost and always your Mistress. From now on whenever you are alone with me, you are to remain nude. If you are to wear any other items then I will lay them out for you to put on or bring to me. I am going to place the collar I made for you around your neck, as well as your wrist band. When they are locked in place you no longer belong to yourself but have given your mind, body, and free-will to my ownership. You are my slave, you are beneath me and always will be, and you will be used for my pleasure and entertainment, which, knowing your desires will result in your pleasure. If something is not pleasing to you, it is of no consequence since it will be pleasing to me and your only thoughts should be to please the one who now owns you. When we leave the house your collar will be removed if it is overtly visible but the wrist band is never to be removed. It serves as a reminder to you that you have surrendered to me and even when away from me must think of my rules, your commitment, and behave in a manner that will bring pride and honor to your Mistress. All that you do and say is a direct reflection on me." 

Darcy's tears were again collecting in his eyes but Isabella was clearly aware that these were tears of excitement, long sought joy, anticipation and, yes, some fear about what he might be getting himself into at this moment. However, Darcy bent his head and held up a wrist and in a very small weak voice, mumbled through his tears a simple "Thank you so much Mistress".

Immediately, Isabella slapped his face. "What were your instructions, Darcy? You must remember everything. We have talked about this – you simply say 'thank you, Mistress' – I do not need or care to hear 'so much' added to the phrase. Do you understand me, Darcy?" Tears were flowing freely now and the correct reply was uttered in a choked but inaudible voice. Isabella decided to let that slide. The neck and wrist bands fit perfectly since she had his measurements prior to visiting and had made beautiful leather bands. The tiny padlocks were inserted into the hasp locks and it was complete. This beautiful man who had known the love of her of her capacity to yield to him as his lover, was kneeling before her – wearing her bands of ownership and would now know the love of the Mistress. Isabella was so wet that she was quite sure if she moved she would orgasm. She ordered Darcy to assume the resting position so she could study him. 

His eyes glistened with tears but his face was shinning with such joy and appreciation it was almost like a light. She noticed his nipples were very hard and erect and could not resist softly touching them with her fingers – a soft low moan came from Darcy. Her eyes surveyed the strong chest and arms and then there it was – his cock. The taunt skin was glistening and completed engorged. She felt her own wetness slipping out onto her dress. Isabella's mind shot back to just several hours ago and this beautiful man who now looked at her so differently had made wild and lustful love to her with that beautiful cock. Isabella gently touched the shaft and could have sworn that the breath Darcy took was so quick and deep that he would make himself dizzy. Instead, the head of his cock was shinning with drops of pre-cum. Gently she massaged the shinny fluid into the head of his cock as it jerked around. She knew Darcy was heading off into the pure glory of release of himself into the hands of this woman, his Mistress.

Isabella sat back in the chair and told Darcy she wanted to see his ass and to assume the Good Pet position. Immediately he was on all fours – head and arms down to the floor so that his ass was up in the air and open to his Mistress. From the purple bag, she studied the couple of plugs she had brought and decided on the larger one. No use in being too easy on him but let him know right off that she owned that ass. Isabella could not resist the temptation to rub and squeeze his cute cheeks and to give him several slaps to makes them a shiny pink. Without reminding him, she heard a muffled "thank you, Mistress" after each smack. Before inserting the plug, Isabella put on a glove and tested the anal opening telling him to push against her hand. She fingered his ass and rubbed his prostate causing great undulating. A very harsh slap and warning stopped the movement.

Isabella knew if she played with his prostate too much she risked milking him and it was too soon for that intense emotional feeling. She stopped and lubricated her largest plug for his ass. Normally Isabella did not enjoy plugs since they do not train the ass to receive and enjoy her strap-on but because of the conical shape they could be worn and not slip out. She pushed in the tip till she heard a slight moan – knowing that he was at a point of feeling discomfort yet so much of the plug still needed inserting. Isabella knew she now needed to distract his attention. Since the plug became small at the base and allowed the muscles to return to their normal position it would be a very momentary jolt when the largest part of the plug passed through his flower. Using her ungloved hand she reached down and began stroking his cock and massaging the pre-cum. Again, he was moving and moaning and when she was sure his mind was on his cock she used the other hand to quickly and sternly slam the plug into his ass. Isabella could not help but laugh as Darcy uttered an "oh,oh,oh," then "sorry Mistress" "no I mean, oh shit – thank you, Mistress". She knew Darcy was overcome with just about every feeling imaginable. This pleased her greatly.

Isabella giggled softly and was filled with pure pleasure and excitement. He was going to love being her slave. She already knew this as sure as she new she was in a new country with the man she loved in every way that her complicated feelings knew how to love. Leaving Darcy in his present position, watching his ass squeezing and loving it's fullness and his hard cock move with every squeeze. The next item of delightful torment immerged from her bag...



Isabella and Zoe's First Time



[Writer's note: this story is based on mostly true events and dedicated to my fiancée, ZeeZee. Baby, it's been three years and I love you more than ever. Love you always, Izzybelle]

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Zoe and Isabella met in their freshman year at Pennsylvania State in the cafeteria. They shared a small group of close friends and quickly become close friends themselves. 

Zoe was studying Biotechnology from Texas, she was an athletic girl, a star varsity rower. She had dark brown hair with green eyes, and a fit body type. She was focused academically, but rather introverted socially. 

Isabella came from Rhode Island to study Fine Arts. She was free spirited, whimsical, yet very vibrant. Her personality sparkled and her cute, social nature drew people in. Isabella had gorgeous auburn hair and blue eyes with curvy body that she dressed in the latest fashions.

Since she was 8, Zoe knew that she was a lesbian. She was very shy and unsure about it, due to the response of her family. She was certainly not open about it to other people. But she had the biggest crush on her friend Isabella and it was consuming her.  

Isabella, on the other hand, was boy crazy. She loved all kinds of boys, but never could manage to find a serious relationship with one. Isabella was uncertain about romantic relationships, after watching her parents' marriage end disastrously due to her father's affair. She never considered the possibility of a relationship with another woman, yet she was aware of her attraction to Zoe. 

On Valentine's Day during their first year, Zoe confessed to Isabella that she was gay. It came up unexpectedly over coffee and Isabella was shocked. Zoe never formally told Isabella that she liked her- she couldn't utter the words. She alluded to it while they were talking and her eyes shone with tears. Isabella wasn't in a place to reciprocate. She hugged Zoe and apologized, her heart was heavy with guilt. They remained friends over the next few years of college and managed to bridge over the awkward afternoon. 

In their junior year of college, Zoe and Isabella decided to live together in an apartment closer to campus. They remained strictly friends at first, yet as their winter exams approached, things between them started to stir. 

Both girls were studying for their last round of finals before Christmas break, which involved late nights up studying. They were sitting beside each other on the couch having a late night snack when Isabella was asking Zoe if there were any cute girls in her life. Zoe looked at her, her eyes shining with a response that never came. 

Isabella looked straight at her, "You are so reserved, ya know that? One of these days, you're going to have stop being afraid of who you are and talk to people."

Zoe sat there, beside her friend, looked at her and whispered, "what am I afraid to talk about?" 

Isabella couldn't meet her friend's gaze, "I don't know," she responded. 

Zoe touched her hand gently. "I think you do," said Zoe bravely. "I think you know that I'm completely in love with you."

Isabella looked her friend in the eyes, Zoe was waiting for a response- she had finally put herself out there, being completely vulnerable, waiting for Isabella to respond. 

Isabella stroked the side of Zoe's face with her other hand. Looking straight into her eyes, she whispered, "I'm so in love with you too." Zoe looked at her friend hungrily and leaned her face inward to kiss her softly on the lips. She opened her mouth and started exploring Isabella's mouth with her tongue. 

Isabella was stunned at how her friend took the lead, she was enjoying every moment and starting to get really turned on. Isabella broke the kiss, taking a minute to look lingeringly at her friend. She gave Zoe a devious smirk and started sucking on her neck while gently rubbing Zoe's back. Zoe started moaning, quietly at first, but her arousal became more and more evident. 

Zoe looked at her friend with love and lust, "I want you, right now, I want you." Isabella came up from Zoe's neck, kissing her lightly on the mouth before responding. 

"Well dear, ask and you shall receive," Isabella said winking at her. Isabella lifted her shirt up and over her head, revealing her sexy, lacy, red bra. She then removed Zoe's top and bra. Isabella undid Zoe's jean skirt, pulling it off in one grand swoop. She looked at Zoe and said "not here, let's go to my room." She scooped a nearly naked Zoe up in her arms. As Zoe wrapped her legs around Isabella's front, Isabella could feel Zoe's wetness as she carried her. 

She gingerly placed Zoe on her bed and coquettishly said, "now, where were we?" She gave Zoe a little striptease, revealing very racy pair of red panties to match her bra. Zoe started stroking her nipples. Isabella responded immediately. "Let me help you there, babe," she said seductively, straddling Zoe on the bed. 

Isabella held Zoe's hands above her head with her own hands and started sucking on Zoe's hard nipples. Zoe was going wild. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, yes! That feels so good, don't stop, please don't stop!" Isabella continued, slowly making her way down to Zoe's soaked panties. 

"Tell me how much you want it," Isabella said deviously. Zoe looked at her, as Isabella rubbed on top of her panties. 

"I want it so bad," Zoe said. 

"Now babe, let's not be shy, what does my bad girl want me to do to her? Something naughty? Can you say it to me?" Isabella teased while continuing to rub her friend's soaked pussy. 

"Alright," Zoe exploded, "I want you to suck my dripping pussy!"

Isabella smiled, knowingly, "okay, my bad girl, your wish is my command." 

She slowly pulled Zoe's panties away from her thighs. Isabella started licking the inner sides of Zoe's legs, teasing her, gradually moving in closer to her trimmed pussy. Zoe's clit was hard and protruding, Isabella found it instantly. She licked around it, sucked Zoe's lips for a long time before looking up. Zoe looked into her eyes and Isabella watched her as she started sucking her clit. 

Zoe started moaning uncontrollably. Isabella inserted a finger, then two in Zoe's pussy and started finger fucking her while she continued sucking. Zoe quivered, shaking slowly at first, before her orgasm erupted over her entire body. She squeezed her pussy on Isabella's face, but Isabella kept sucking. A second and third orgasm came over Zoe's body. 

"Okay babe," Zoe gasped, "enough!" Her oversensitive clit needed a release. 

Isabella lifted herself up to Zoe's face and kissed her delicately on the mouth. "I love you so much Zoe," Isabella whispered, "and I loved watching you cum, with your cute face all scrunched up." Isabella lay beside Zoe wrapping her arms around her. 

"I love you too, sweetie," Zoe responded, "I've been waiting so long for this, and right now, I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll see stars." And with that, she flipped Isabella on her back, ready to return the favor.