0 comments/ 35911 views/ 0 favorites My Reward By: Ed0613 My ultimate fantasy has always been to have sex with two women at the same time. Unfortunately, none of the women I ever dated had the same fantasy until I met Harry (Harriet). I found out that she was not adverse to this proposition one Saturday night after a mutually satisfying lovemaking session at my house. We were lying in my bed, basking in the after glow of orgasm. She had her head in the crook of my arm and was making aimless patterns in my chest hair with her fingers. "Tell me what you fantasize about the most." I tried to be gallant. "Why, making love to you, of course." "That's not a fantasy, that's a reality." Her hand had slowly inched its way downward and was now bringing life back to a dead soldier, while her mouth was suckling on a very sensitive nipple. "Tell me a good one and I will give you a nice reward." "Well...," I was very hesitant to broach the subject for fear that she might think that I wasn't completely satisfied with our relationship, but the thought of a reward was appealing, especially since she had moved down the bed and was now eye to eye with a soldier at full attention. "I have always wondered what it would be like to have two women at the same time." "All for yourself, or can they do each other too?" I hadn't thought about that, but the more I pictured it in my mind, the more interesting it became. "Oh, I would love to see two women having at it, as long as I could join in." Her velvety mouth engulfing my swollen cock, sliding up and down drove the thought of any thing but the immediate satisfaction of carnal rapture from my mind. Not to be left out, I moved her around to sit on my face so that I could fuck her with my tongue while she sucked the cum from deep within me. I could feel my climax rapidly approaching so I made every effort to bring her off at the same time. My tongue darted in and out, back and forth and up and down in rapid succession. I was so successful that she beat me to the draw and flooded my face with her juice just a few seconds before I shot my load into her mouth. That night, I fell asleep with her in my arms and the taste of her nectar on my lips, all thoughts of fucking two women at the same time forgotten. A few days later she called me at work and asked if I could come over for dinner the following Friday and meet an old friend of hers. She suggested that I should bring a couple of bottles of a nice wine because we were going to have "red" meat. I took off work a little early on the appointed day, dropped by the booze store and selected three bottles of a nice merlot and, as a kicker, a 18 year old port. I arrived at her apartment, freshly shaved and showered promptly at 6:30 p.m. and was greeted at the door by a very attractive woman who introduced herself as Mary, an old college chum of Harry's. She invited me in, said Harry was busy in the kitchen, took the wine and asked if I would like some now or would I prefer something a little stronger. I opted for the wine and cast an appraising eye at Mary as she removed the cork and poured three glasses. Mary was about the same age as Harry, just a little taller, but where Harry was very slender Mary was solid, at least 15 to 20 pounds heavier. It was well distributed over her frame and gave her a softer, rounder look. She had short dark hair and very dark, almost black eyes. She was wearing blue jeans and a paisley, jersey, blouse. I sat mesmerized when I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra and the sharp points I could see in the glossy fabric were the nipples of her very shapely breasts. Harry saved me from making a complete fool of myself by coming out of the kitchen, making formal introductions and telling us that dinner was ready. She and Mary had been friends and roommates all the way through collage. They had formed a long-lasting friendship and kept in close touch with each other. Over dinner, as difficult as it was with my eyes glued to "The Blouse" and its obvious treasures, we learned a lot about each other. Mary, was married, but separated from her husband and she had no children. She worked as a paralegal in one of the major downtown law firms. At age 34, she was preparing to take the bar exam. Of course I already knew that Harry was a relator because she had handled some real estate transactions for me. I also knew that she was 33 years old. I was surprised to learn that Mary lived just downstairs in the same apartment building as Harry and that they visited each other often. I told Mary of my successful construction business partnership and how we specialized in remodeling and repairs. I had a personal sideline of buying old houses on spec, and living in them while I remodeled them in my spare time. I had met Harry when she sold me the house I lived in now and had just finished rehabilitating. Slowly, the dinner conversation changed from general areas to more specific, personal, details. Harry described our relationship to Mary. It may have been the wine talking but to my surprise, she then let it out that she and Mary had been lovers at school. Mary didn't deny this and, in fact, when I stole a peak at her she was looking at Mary and smiling. "The Blouse" caught my eye and I could see that the glorious nipples were at full attention. Through the fog of alcohol I begin to get an idea that perhaps there would be more to this dinner than I had anticipated. Then I remembered the conversation that Harry and I had last week. My imagination began to work overtime and it mentioned to my penis that this may be a little more than a casual dinner followed by easy conversation. My cock thought that my imagination was on to something and responded by preparing itself for action. Harry announced that the port would be served in the living room. Mary led the way and Harry took my hand to lead me to the sofa. She noticed the bulge in my pants caused by the preparations that my dick had made and, with a knowing smile, let go of my hand and used this newly erected handle to guide me to a seat on the couch. Mary was busy putting a "Bump and Grind" tune by Herb Alpert on the C.D. player so I think that she missed this little bit of horse play. Slowly, in time with the music, Harry began a sensual dance. Assisted by Mary, she started removing her clothing, one, sexy, piece at a time. Before the music was over, she was completely nude. I had seen her naked many times, but her lithe, nymph like body with the shaved pussy gave her a nubile look that was most appealing. Now, it was Mary's turn. Harry restarted "Night Train" by Herb Alpert. My eyes were wide with anticipation as Harry unbuttoned "The Blouse." Mary removed it while her back was turned to me. Harry helped with the removal of the jeans and panties. Now both girls were nude but Mary still had had back to me. The fullness and round shape of her ass was just as appealing in it's own way as Harry's sylphlike look. I was dying to see her tits! My cock was so hard it actually hurt. The girls continued their dancing but when they started kissing and running their hands over each other I thought I would loose it right there! When Mary turned around, I never saw anything as sexy as Harry's lips kissing those perfect, big, pink nipples. It was all I could do to notice the perfectly trimmed, heart shaped patch of dark pubic hair that hid Mary's pussy. They must have sensed the level of my arousal, because they both came over to the couch, each took a hand and made me get up to join in their dance. The fact that my cock was sticking straight out made no difference to me because I was lost in the erotic fantasy of dancing with two beautiful, naked, women. As Harry had done to Mary, they both began to remove my clothing. (My shoes and socks had been left at the couch.) First my shirt, then my under shirt. Mary began to undo my belt and as soon as it was done, Harry helped me step out of my trousers. I was completely naked except for my boxers, my pecker making a very large bulge in them. Mary pulled me close and began another sensual dance, rubbing herself hard against the bulge. Harry, in the meantime, was rubbing her hands all over my back and my ass. In a quick motion she pulled the boxers down, letting my penis leap out in all its glory. Now, both girls moved in front of me, making a triangular pattern of dancers. I had my left arm around Harry and my right arm around Mary. My erect cock, sticking straight out, was acting as some sort of a divider between them. Slowly, we danced towards the bedroom bumping and grinding all the way. When we got there, somehow they got me with my back to the bed and pushed me down on it. "Just lie there and let us take care of things," said Harry as she crawled up on the bed beside me on her hands and knees. Since she was fondling my penis and Mary was rubbing my chest as she got onto the bed, I thought that maybe Harry knew what she was talking about. I just lay there with my eyes closed and enjoyed the moment. I opened them wide when I felt the unmistakable luxury of a warm, velvety mouth caressing my cock. It was Mary at first and then Harry. They were taking turns licking up the shaft to the knob, kissing each other then and going back to swirling their tongues around my main organ. Mary seemed to be in charge of positioning, and had Harry come around and sit on my face while she got ready to slide her pussy down on my cock. They were facing each other, each fondling the others breasts and kissing while I fucked one with my tongue and the other with my cock. I had to fight Harry's hands to get a feel of Mary's perfect tits with the wonderful nipples. It was difficult to concentrate on parting the lips of Harry's pussy and finding her clitoris with my tongue while my dick was experiencing the ecstasy of Mary sliding up and down on it. I was within two or three strokes of cuming when Harry said, "Let's swap places." I assumed she meant that she was going to sit on my cock and I was going to get to taste Mary's pussy, but that's not what happened. Instead, Harry laid on her back on the bed. She opened her legs and Mary, on her hands and knees, buried her face in Harry's pussy. At first I felt left out until I noticed that Harry's ass was high in the air, her wet pussy inviting my hard cock. I found that I could stick my dick deep into her pussy from behind and fondle those wondrous breasts at the same time. I think that my cock driving into Mary's cunt made her work even harder, sucking the little love button of Harry's clit and within moments all three of us were moaning in the throws of passion. It was Harry who went first, letting out an animal like growl as she reached her climax, twitching and writhing as Mary continued her attack on the delicious pussy that I myself had enjoyed so often. Now it was my turn and I could feel the joy of sex beginning deep within me. It slowly built until I could contain it no longer and, in a mighty pulse I felt the product of my passion spewing spurt after spurt into Mary. I was holding her hips and ass tight against my groin luxuriating in the feeling of my cum shooting deep inside her. When I finally released her she pulled away and said, "That was good, but, you're not quite finished yet." Then I realized that she was the only one that had not cum. As weak as I was, I set about to rectify this omission right away. My dick had wilted and was completely useless, but I my tongue was still working and I had wanted to taste her anyway, so I dove right in. I often ate Harry right after we fucked so that the taste of my cum mixed with pussy juice was something that I looked forward to as the highlight of a lovemaking session. Although there was a little difference in the taste, it was very pleasant in it's own right and I lapped at it with gusto. Within seconds Mary was writhing in the same throws of ecstasy that Harry had enjoyed just a few moments earlier. She captured my head with her legs and held my mouth in place until the last drop of her excitement had been sucked from her pussy. She finally released me and I collapsed, spent, on the bed beside the two of them. I was lying there trying to throw off the stupor that follows the climax of erotic passion when I heard Mary say, very politely to Harry, "May I?" Harry's answer must have been a nod, because I didn't hear it, but only a short moment later I felt the familiar touch of a mouth engulfing my completely deflated cock. I proved to Mary (and myself) that I was a gentleman and rose to the occasion, at least the part of me she was working on did. The soft sleeve of her mouth, gently sucking on my cock, the same as a baby would on a breast, the feel of her tongue as it outlined and swirled around the knob on the end of my dick, was heaven and it only took a few minutes for me to bestow upon her the same reward she had so graciously given me such a short time before. I think I must have fallen into a coma, because it was well after daylight on Saturday when I came to in Harry's bed, sandwiched between her and Mary, who was still sleeping. Harry was nibbling on my ear when she whispered, " O. K., lets talk about my fantasy of having two men fuck me at the same time!" Copyright (c) 10-01-2000 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author. My Reward As you enter the room you see me kneeling next to your chair. My hair framing my face as I look up smiling, my eyes glistening as I meet your gaze. I feel our eyes soaking in each detail of my body as you approach me. I lower my eyes as you near, looking down at my chest raising more rapidly with excitement. My luscious round breast being cupped underneath by a deep purple satin under cup bra, my erect pink nipples stand just above the satin. The fingers of the matching garter belt reaching down my thighs grasping the black stockings, leaving my bare crotch perfectly framed and very visible with my knees spread as they are. I feel your hand caress my face, then trailing down my neck. Your finger tracing the silver collar encircling my neck that is adorned with your mark, a simple round medallion the a red enamel "S". This gesture reminding me what my collar means, that I am your Slut Slave, to use as you please to bring pleasure to us both. I feel the cold chain of my leash brush my hot nipples as you attach it to the ring on my collar. then the gentle tug as you relax in your chair. Knowing what my Master desires without any spoken words. I crawl between your legs nestling my face into your crotch inhaling your scent, mmmmmmmmm. Using my hand I unbutton your pants, grasping the zipper in my teeth and open your pants. Your hips raising slightly so I can slide your under shorts and pants off in one movement. My body even more full with desire as your raging cock springs up in my face. my tongue reaching out lapping at your flared head tasting you, mmmmmmmm. covering every inch of your cock with my licks, kisses, sucks. Inhaling each tight balls into my hot hungry mouth, then caressing them in my hand as a lick and suck behind them. My tongue venturing deeper and tasting your puckered rosebud, before working its way back up to your wet head. Eagerly taking the precum that has formed on your tip..mmmmmmmmm... opening my mouth wider, feeling the flare of your head slide into my hungry mouth, my tongue dancing on your tip, probing into your slit wanting, needing to taste more of my Master. Your delicious cock plunging deeper and deeper with each stroke until it finds my throat. I moan on your cock oooooooohhhhhhh..as your fingers find my nipples pinching, pulling. My eyes meeting your as I hear you hiss "That's it my slut, suck your Masters cock". When my finger slides to your ass hole, then enters, I feel your cock jump in my mouth.. hearing your moans becoming louder, your hips moving, my leash shorter, forcing your cock to stay deeper in my mouth. Then the hot salty gush, filling my mouth and throat, over and over, mmmmm what a delicious reward for serving my Master... My Reward As a corporate meeting planner I have often been told how lucky I am to have such an exciting job. Unfortunately, although I love my career, it is usually quite mundane. I travel a lot and work long hours, always at the beck and call of a client. Early in April, however, I received an unexpected reward for all my hard work. Mont Tremblant is a ski resort a couple of hours drive from Montreal. I was coordinating a meeting there for 3 days and I decided that I would spend an extra day to take advantage of great spring ski conditions. The day was perfect: warm, calm and clear. I got to the resort ski shop early to rent my equipment and hurried to catch an early shuttle to the hills. As I was about to sit down a voice called out to me. “Bonjour, Mademoiselle.” I looked up to see one of the hotel waiters beckoning to me to sit down next to him. I have always had a weakness for French Canadian men. There is an air of sensuality to them that makes my knees tremble. I had noticed Martin in the dining room the first day I arrived. He had short, wavy brown hair and big brown eyes with long lashes. It was hard to tell, but I was sure that the body under his waiter’s uniform was tremendous. Thoughts of him had permeated my sleep with warm juicy results. Now, in reality he was calling out to me. “Bonjour, Martin.” I replied sitting down next to him, delighted at my good luck. “It’s a great day for skiing,” he said, “I had to take the opportunity to get out on my day off. It’s good to see you relaxing a bit, you have been working very hard with your group.” “This is my reward.” I said, with a smile that insinuated that seeing him was a big part of the prize. “Well, it would be a great reward to me if you would ski with me today.” He responded with his sexy grin. “Mmm, I think this is going to be a very promising day.” I said very quietly. Just sitting next to this man on the bus was getting me going. I could feel my pussy getting moist as my mind raced thinking about the potential erotic possibilities that lay ahead of me that day. Martin and I spent the day together skiing and flirting. Occasionally his hand would drape across my shoulders and his fingers would caress the back of my neck or “accidentally” brush against my breast. He was teasing me and it was driving me wild. But nothing happened. Later that afternoon, it was with a tight-lipped frustrated smile that I said goodbye to him in the hotel lobby and returned to my suite for a lonely room-service dinner. Once in my room I decided that all wasn’t lost. I was terribly horny, and my fingers had never let me down before. I stripped down to my white lace bra and thong panties and put on my short white silk robe. I lay down on the bed and conjured Martin’s face and body in my imagination. Slowly I began to run my hands all over my body. I slipped my right hand beneath the elastic of my thong and began to stroke my pussy. Before I could really begin to enjoy myself I was interrupted by a knock on the door. Startled out of my daydream, I hurriedly straightened what little clothing I was wearing and went to answer the door. As I looked through the peep-hole I was amazed to see Martin with a room service trolley. His timing couldn’t have been better. I opened the door. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, “ I ordered dinner and a bottle of champagne for us. You didn’t have other plans, did you?” “No, I have no other plans, in fact your timing really is perfect. I’ll just go get dressed.” “Please, “ he said, reaching out to catch my shoulder with a wicked grin on his face, “don’t change. I like what you are wearing.” We sat down and Martin served me dinner. After a wonderful meal and three glasses of champagne I was feeling lightheaded, and shameless. Entertaining sexy strangers in my hotel suite was not an activity I was accustomed to, but the alcohol and my intense need to be fucked were blocking any inhibitions I might have had. He stood up to fill my glass with the remaining champagne and walked behind me. I felt his fingertips caress the back of my neck. His hands moved to my shoulders and gently he pulled the robe down exposing my sensitive flesh. I could feel his breath on my neck. “You mentioned a reward earlier,” he whispered “and I want to give you one, one that you wont soon forget. You have looked after other people’s needs for the past few days, now it your turn to have your special needs met.“ “Ohh, yes.” I sighed, “Please, I’m feeling so needy, Martin.” The straps of my bra were pushed down and my tits were exposed. My nipples hardened as he began to tweak them gently between his thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back in submission to the pleasure that was waving over me. “That’s it, Baby. Relax. You are such a sexy, beautiful woman. I’m going to feel make you feel so good.” He kissed me on my exposed throat, nibbling and licking all the way up my chin to my mouth. His tongue probed my mouth and I tasted the champagne on his lips. I felt dizzy with the desire that was engulfing me. My robe was completely off, and with a deft move of his hands my bra was undone and on the floor next to me. He pulled me up to a standing position and held me close. He stroked my bare ass lightly; I could feel his cock growing through his jeans. Then he pulled away and held my shoulders at arms length while his gaze followed the contours of my body. “Dance for me, move your body while I watch you.” He said as he moved away from me and sat on the couch. Self-consciously I began to move my body in a slow and sensual rhythm. I closed my eyes, began to relax and enjoy the sensations. “Don’t close your eyes,” Martin said, “look at me and see how much I am enjoying you.” I slowly opened my eyes and looked over at him. I liked feeling his eyes on me; he made me feel sexy. I wanted to perform for him. I began slowly rotating my hips and moving my body in long sensuous waves. I began to explore my torso with my hands, touching myself the way I wanted a lover to touch me. I turned my back to Martin, ran my hands over my exposed ass and increased the speed of my gyrations. My shyness was gone, I was a horny slut and I wanted him to know it. “Oh, Baby, you know how to move.” I arched my back like a cat in heat and turned my head to face him. “I’m only just starting.” I crooned. With that I bent over with my ass towards him, tucked my thumbs under the elastic of my thong panties, slowly pulled them down and stepped daintily out of them. Instead of standing up again I spread my legs and gave Martin an open view of my very wet pussy. I placed my hands around my ankles and ran them up along the insides of my thighs. He gasped. I could see Martin through my open legs. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans and I could tell that he was breathing quickly. Watching my effect on him gave me a wonderful sense of power and victory. I had never felt as feminine as I felt at that moment. “Let me see your cock, Martin.” I said, “ I want to see how much you are really enjoying me.” He moaned and undid his jeans and began to masturbate in front of me. His cock was hard; I could see the veins along the shaft straining. To give him a better show I began to rub my clit and slip my fingers into my cunt. I was dripping wet and aching to be fucked. “You are gorgeous.” He moaned, holding his very hard cock towards me. “Come closer to me, I have something for you.” I couldn’t wait to get my lips around his cock and suck him deep into my mouth. I kneeled down in front of him and began to pull at his jeans. I wanted to see this man naked; I wanted to rake my fingernails along his ass and thighs. Martin didn’t resist me. Together we removed all of his clothes and I settled in to blow him the best way I knew how. First I spread his legs wide and began to kiss his inner thighs, beginning just inside the knee and working my way up. Every once in a while I playfully nipped his skin with my teeth and he groaned. Once I had worked my mouth up each of his legs I began to very gently run the tip of my tongue all over his balls. Martin kept his pubic hair trimmed very nicely, and the skin on his balls was soft and silky. I loved the sensation of licking him. Slowly, one at a time, I sucked each ball into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it all the while. My fingers were tracing patterns on his outer thighs and hips. “Please,” he moaned, “suck my cock!” Not wanting to rush things, I continued to take my time. I ever so softly ran the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock. I paused just before I reached the straining purple head and tickled him with quick tongue movements. “Oh, God! Please suck it.” Finally, I placed my mouth around him and slowly engulfed his entire length. “That feels so good, you are an amazing cock sucker.” I could feel Martin’s cock against the back of my throat. His hands were on either side of my head, stroking my hair as I sucked him in deeper. I began to rock back and forth, fucking him with my mouth, slowly at first and the gradually increasing the tempo. His hips began moving to meet my mouth, and I had to hold on tightly to his ass just to keep with him. “You are going to make me come! Oh, shit! I’m coming! Now!” With an explosive groan he came in my mouth. I held on and swallowed every drop. I continued to suck him even after his orgasm passed, gently caressing him with light strokes of my tongue as his final tremors of excitement subsided. “You are so beautiful.” He said softly. “Thank you.” “The pleasure was all mine.” I responded with a smile. “Not ALL yours,” he said, as he gently pulled me up onto the couch next to him, “trust me.” “Now it’s your turn.” I leaned back and rested my head on the arm of the sofa. Martin lifted my right leg and draped it over the back of the couch exposing my cunt in all its shiny wet glory. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his face as his gaze lingered on my most intimate parts. He bent his head and kissed the inside of each of my knees, my hipbones, and finally the mound of my pussy. I tried to maneuver my body to feel his mouth on my clit, but he anticipated my moves and swiftly pulled his head away. “Martin, you are teasing me. I want to feel your tongue deep inside me.” “Not yet,” he whispered, “anticipation makes everything so much better. It is worth waiting for, just like you.” I felt his hand where his lips had left off. Martin explored my dripping snatch with his fingers, first teasing my swollen clit, then finger fucking me with long rhythmic strokes. I couldn’t help grinding and thrusting my ass, trying desperately to get off on his hand, but Martin had other ideas. As soon as I was close to coming he stopped completely and brought his fingers up to my mouth so that I could suck my own juices. Then he began all over again, only to leave me hanging at the brink once more. I was ready to scream with mixed pleasure and frustration when Martin dropped his lips back down to my poor aching pussy, and began to gently suck on my over stimulated clit. This time I was not going to let him back off. I grabbed his head with my hands and began to grind my crotch into his face. He did not try to pull away, instead he dove into my pussy, nibbling, licking and sucking for all he was worth. My orgasm had been building for what seemed like an eternity and when it finally washed over me I couldn’t hold back my ecstatic yell of triumph. “Oh, God. Oh, Martin. I’m almost there. I’m coming. Please make me come. Suck me off! Please Martin. Ohhhh! Yes!” The sensation was all encompassing. I had never experienced such an intense sexual release before. My body shook with little tremors as my orgasm passed. Martin just kept sucking me gently, until I finally collapsed back against the arm of the couch with my eyes closed, softly moaning his name in appreciation. “No rest for the wicked, my sexy angel.” He said as he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me over to the bed. Martin lay me down gently and his hands started roaming my body, finding all my sensitive and ticklish spots. Once again his hands traveled to my tits and he teased my nipples. I was still recovering from his last wonderful assault, but his touch was re-awakening my senses and I was beginning to feel an ache in my pussy that could only be satisfied by one thing: Martin’s cock. I reached out to fondle him and was delighted to find that he was hard once again. “Martin, I need to be fucked. Could you please fuck me with your big beautiful cock?” I asked coyly. “Oh, I am going to fuck you, don’t’ worry,” Martin smiled wickedly at me, “in fact, I’m going to let you fuck me. I want to watch your tits bounce as you ride me.” He rolled over on his back and pulled me on top of him. I didn’t need any further encouragement. I grabbed his cock and guided it into my slick pussy. He filled me completely. I sat still enjoying the feeling of him deep inside me; then I began to screw him slowly, rotating my hips and contracting my cunt muscles. “Your cunt is so tight!” He gasped. “I want to squeeze every drop of come out of you, Martin.” I said as I began to increase the tempo of my movements. Martin placed his hands on my hips and began to move with me. Once we had established a rhythm he began to rub my clit as I fucked him. I could feel myself close to coming, but Martin was not yet ready. “Please suck my cock just a little more, Baby. I need to fuck your sweet mouth as you suck your juices off of my cock.” I have always been eager to please, and this time was no exception. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him with renewed vigour. Martin repositioned me so that he could taste my cunt a second time. As soon as I felt his tongue on me I began to grind my pussy into his face again. I could feel the waves of pleasure building, but I wanted us to come together, with his cock buried to the hilt in my cunt. “Please, Martin,” I said, pulling away from his cock reluctantly, “I want to come with you fucking me. I want you to explode in my cunt this time.” “Ok, turn around and hold on to the headboard, I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” I quickly turned around and arched my back so that he could get into me easily. He entered me swiftly with no pretense of gentleness. I thought he was going to tear me apart. He fucked me with such force that my knees were being lifted off the bed with each thrust. The headboard was banging rhythmically against the wall and I could hear the sound of his body slapping against my ass. I could also hear the sound of myself moaning loudly, almost screaming out his name. “Oh my God, Martin, it feels so good. Fuck me, oh, please fuck me hard.” “How do you like it?” He grunted, “Do you like it hard? Do you like it fast?” “Yes, Martin. Harder. Faster. I need your big cock in my cunt. Please!” Martin kept ramming his cock into me, harder and faster. He held me firmly with one hand and began to rub my clit vigourously with his other hand. His moans joined my own. “I’m going to come again. You are going to make me come, you beautiful little slut. Here I come, Baby. Here it is! Uh!” Hearing him pushed me over the edge and convulsions wracked my body as I had one more tremendous orgasm. I let go of the headboard and collapsed face down on the bed with Martin falling heavily on top of me. He rolled over and rested next to me, eyes closed and breathing heavily. I watched him quietly as he lay there, wondering if I would ever see him again once the night was over. Suddenly he opened his eyes and smiled at me. “So,” he asked, “was the day as promising as you hoped it would be?” “The day was quite nice, but the evening was terrific.” I responded and kissed him gently on the lips. “Thank you.” “I have to leave you now,” he said after returning my kiss with his own, “I can’t stay here.” “I know, Martin. I have to get some rest too. I fly home tomorrow and I have to go straight back to work. My little interlude is over.” Martin got up and began to get dressed. “Will you be at breakfast tomorrow?” He asked. “My flight leaves too early, I have to drive back to Montreal at dawn.” “Well then, I guess I should say goodbye and bon voyage now.” He said softly. “I enjoyed spending time together.” “Me too.” Martin left soon after. The next morning I got up early and checked out of my room. At the front desk there was a small box waiting for me with a croissant, butter, jam, an orange and a cut rose. The note attached read: Thanks again for a wonderful night. You are a beautiful, sexy woman, who really is as horny as hell. I hope you are back with another conference group very soon. Drive safely. Martin. Martin had included his phone number. I tucked the note into my purse as I got into my car, and as I drove back to Montreal I began planning my strategy for enticing more of my clients to hold their conferences at Mont Tremblant - after all May is supposed to be a lovely time in the Laurentians. My Reward I know you are near as surely as I know that the sun has set. I can smell the candles you have set to burning to provide light, their flames licking at the darkness causing shadows to jump and leap around the room. I can hear your breathing now and the sound of your feet on the floor. Your footsteps are getting closer; the closer they get the quicker my heart leaps in anticipation. Lying on the bed, I cannot move; you have secured my wrists and ankles leaving me vulnerable to your whim. I cannot see you for you have also blindfolded me. I lay on the bed, my body trembling, waiting for your first touch. I have been waiting like this, helplessly tied and sightless, for 30 minutes or more. I hear your footsteps stop about 2 feet away from me. I turn my head in reflex but groan from my blindness. I pull on my restraints in an attempt to gain even an inch of slack in the ropes. You watch as I test my restraints, knowing it is hopeless. My breathing is quick and shallow, my heart racing. My breathing has caused my lips to dry and I run my tongue across them to moisten them. Knowing you are standing within a couple of feet I begin to whimper in my desire, begging you to touch me, kiss me and fuck me. I do not hear you as you move closer to the bed. When your fingers touch the skin between my breasts I arch my back trying to get closer to your fingertips. I feel your fingers as you trail them down from my chest to my stomach, gently and slowly. I arch my back as far as my restraints allow. You remove your fingers and I whimper in frustration as I writhe on the bed. I lay waiting, eager and impatient, for your fingertips to caress my skin again. It seems an hour before I feel your touch again. This time your finger is on my lips. Instinctively I open them and reach my tongue out to touch it. You pull it back and, as my lips begin to close, you place your finger on them again. You do this several times, touching and tracing my lips, watching my tongue dart out and chase your finger. Finally you leave your finger long enough for me catch it. I suck your finger into my mouth, my tongue dancing around it, groaning in pleasure. I continue to suck your finger into my soft mouth and nibble on it as if it were your cock. As I suck greedily on your finger I feel the fingers of your other hand on my thigh. I groan again, lifting my hips as far as I can against my restraints. You see my nipples harden, hear my tell-tale breathing and know that you are driving me close to my first orgasm of the night. Your fingers on my thigh move slowly towards my cunt and I suck your finger harder as it grazes my neatly trimmed bush. Sensing how close my orgasm is you slowly slip your finger from my mouth then trail your fingers back down my thigh, denying me any chance of orgasm from so little foreplay. I cry out your name in my frustration and beg you not to stop but it does no good. After a few minutes of 'cool-down' time you are moving again, this time towards the foot of the bed. I feel your weight on the bed near my feet and all I can do is wait. I lay there, my skin glistening from a sheen of sweat, my chest rising and falling as I breathe. I feel you moving up the bed but you are careful not to touch me. The wait is driving me crazy. Finally, I feel your fingers again, lightly tracing the dark tan line on my upper thigh. I move my hips up in an attempt to get your fingers closer to where I want them. You slowly work across my body, moving just close enough to my pussy to make me think maybe, just maybe... Now you move between my legs and place your hands on either side of me. Despite my restraints my legs strain to wrap around your hips. In frustration I groan and arch my back - your body hovering just above mine. As you lower your hips slowly I feel your tongue on my lips. I cry out in passion and lift my head to catch your tongue. Your lips press against mine and I feel your tongue dancing in my mouth. Just as I begin to dart my tongue into your mouth you drive your hips down, impaling me with your cock. I cry out in ecstasy but, with your mouth still covering mine, my cry is muffled. I thrust upward as far as I can pulling so hard on my restraints that you fear I will pull them loose. When I don't you proceed to drive into me over and over. With your every thrust down I call out my lust and desire. As we find a rhythm you ride me towards pure ecstasy. Just before my body is sent into complete and total ecstasy you stop thrusting and pin my body down with yours. As I realize what you are doing I thrash my head from side to side and beg you not to stop. I tell you I'll do anything if you'll just let me cum. You rise from my body and I whimper in protest. As my mind reels I do not notice as you move up on the bed. I continue to whimper and beg until I feel the head of your dick against my lips. I open my mouth and take the entire length of your shaft into my mouth and down my throat in one movement. I suck and lick it until every trace of my juices are gone. You pull your cock from my mouth and move back on top of me to slide it back into my hot, wet pussy. You slide it in deliberately slow knowing how crazy this makes me. Within a few strokes I am bucking wildly and crying out. You begin to thrust into me and, instantly, my release comes. My body is wracked with spasms as you continue to thrust your shaft into me. As my orgasm slowly dies down you refuse to let it end. You thrust your mouth against mine, plunging your tongue into my mouth and ride me into another explosive orgasm. I feel you tense as you thrust one more time and then feel your cum as you fill me with your seed. My mind is still swimming as you gently release my wrists and ankles. You lay down next to me and, with the last of my strength, I curl next to you and fall into a blissful sleep. On my face remains the smile you gave me.