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We Meet At Last

By: hotlilmomma



Thanks to all who have sent feedback on my first two stories. The following is the first part of an ongoing collaboration between myself and the subject of those stories. 

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I have a great relationship with a writer from the Literotica website. Her name is Amy and she uses my real life examples as a basis for her stories, and publishes them for everyone to see, regardless of how embarrassing they are for me.

My life changed one day when Amy decided to proceed further than our current email relationship. She sent a email asking for my phone number. It was firm and said she wouldn't do any more stories unless she had it. Very reluctant, I gave her my cell phone number, figuring she would never call me. Assuming she lived far enough away, she wouldn't make a long distance call.

One morning, several weeks later, I got a call on my cell phone. It was Amy in a stern voice instructing she would soon have more control over me, starting with having me wear women's underwear for work the next day. Not specific enough on what color and type, just a short introduction, some instructions, and she hung up. I never even got ask any questions. I got an instant erection at work that lasted the whole day. That night, she wrote me an email asking me for a list of all my women's clothes. Everything I had, broken down by color and style. I even had to explain the fit of each item, and how they turned me on. It took a while, but I came up with a list for her. She then proceeded to tell me my life was going to get more exciting, as she and Monica had worked out a deal. It seems either Amy lived a lot closer than I expected or, she made arrangements to be in town next week. I was shocked and excited that I might actually get to meet Amy, she has been so mysterious. Amy tells me that her and Monica worked out a deal to LEND ME to Amy for the week that she'll be in town. Just talking to her on the phone is extremely hot, now that I am to be hers for a week is fantastic.

I asked a lot of questions. Would she be stopping by our house for a short introduction? Does she already know Monica? What will I be doing for her? Where would I be staying? She answered none of them, just telling me to be patient. She told me to have

all my "female" clothing clean and available, as I won't know what I'll be needing or when.

Three days later I was at my desk when my cell phone

rang. It was Amy! She said............

"I hope you are ready for me. Have you been bringing a change of clothes to work with you like I instructed?" 

I stammered a response. I had been fantasizing about this day, but I guess I really didn't think it would happen. 

"Speak up Rob! Don't mumble when you are speaking to me. I am waiting outside, get your bag and come out, and you had better be wearing the leather panties that Monica bought for you." 

Hot damn, I wasn't sure I could get out of the office fast enough or without all my co-workers seeing that I had a raging hard-on. Grabbing my bag and carrying it in front of my crotch I walked as fast as I possible could without running to the door. There parked at the curb was a black stretch limo, the driver holding the door for me. Taking a deep breath I ducked my head and slid in. The hard-on that had started to ease slightly in my dash to the car returned with a vengeance. My first glimpse of the face behind the eroticism Amy and I had shared for so many months. 

Amy directed the driver to head for a prearranged destination. She was still keeping the mystery going. Raising the window to seal us off from front seat Amy turned towards me. She licked her lips, running her tongue over her glossy red lipstick. 

"Now is the moment of truth Rob. I find out if you have honestly been wearing what I tell you to. Take off your pants and let me see." 

I looked at this woman before me, dressed in a red mini skirt and matching red tank with a plunging neck line. My eyes locked with hers for a moment before she looked down to watch my unveiling. When she caught her first glimpse of the black leather beneath my kakis, she smiled. When my pants were around my ankles and she could see that I was indeed listening to her instructions her smile got a little brighter. She reached out with one red dagger tipped finger and ran it lightly over my hard cock. 

"I can see this is turning you on." 

Sniffing the air I could tell that I was not the only one getting hot. From what I could smell Amy's pussy was also reacting to the situation. I wondered what she had in store for me and asked her to give me at least a little hint. Before she could answer however, the limo pulled to a stop. Telling the driver to stay put Amy instructed me to pull my pants up. That done she gave my cock a hard quick squeeze and told me to get out and hold the door for her. She had the driver remove her bags from the trunk and hand them to me. 

Staggering under the weight of her luggage(from the looks of things she planned on staying a year) I followed her into the hotel..... 

It was a pretty fancy hotel. We were on the 10th floor, and I had to haul her luggage the entire way into the room. As soon as the door closed behind us in the room, Amy changed he clothes.

I was told in a rather stern voice to strip down to my leather thong. Apparently, I wasn't doing it fast enough, because I got a rather painful swat on the ass, and told to hurry. Just as I was ready, someone knocked on the door and she opened it. It was the limo driver. Amy took my clothes and shoes, and handed them to him. He nodded,

and she closed the door. Amy said, I could have them back next week if I was lucky. For now, I would have to make do with what was in the suitcases she packed.

Amy explained that she was in town for a week, and had quite bit in store for me. She would explain the details later, as she wanted to go downstairs and have a drink to relax. She joked that I would be welcome to join her, but I really didn't have any clothes.

She laughed and said to unpack all her things while was gone.

Not leaving me any other instructions, she shut the door behind her. Here I am wearing a women's thong, trapped in a hotel with 2 big heavy suitcases. I started to unpack them as she requested. The first one had lots of sexy clothes, lingerie, and sex toys. Things like handcuffs, long silk scarves, a few different riding crops, and some different blindfolds. I got an instant erection playing with her clothes. Feeling her silk panties, and bras got me very hard. The other suitcase had women's make up, and more

clothes, these ones seemed larger in size, as if they could fit me. Full outfits like skirts, dresses, and blouses in a size 9, which us the size that just happens to fit me. Then there was several wigs and larger pairs of women shoes in the bottom. I assumed they were all for me, and almost started masturbating. I took extra special care to organize them

accordingly in the drawers.

I could no longer take it, and started to masturbate. Just then I heard the door open and Amy was there looking at me with my cock in my hand. She looked a little pissed, and had me sit on the floor in front of the bed. As she sat down on the bed, her feet were inches from me, and her perfume was incredible.

She said, "It about time I explained why you're here, and what I plan to do with you."

"Lay down on the bed. " 

I noticed there were 2 twin beds, so I laid down on one. I was naked, with a raging hard on, which seemed to be growing as I anticipated what Amy was going to have me do. 

"Do not move, do not say a word." 

I followed her with my eyes as she inspected my unpacking. She nodded in approval as she pulled out a white lace bustier and panty/garter set. Opening another drawer she took out a pair of white stockings and then moved to get a pair of white 3-inch stiletto heels. Her outfit ready she moved to the dresser which held the clothing she had packed for me. Choosing white undergarments similar to hers, she also selected a red tube dress. 

"Now, I have had a long day and need to relax before my company arrives for dinner." 

Even though I attempted to hide my surprise my eyes must have widened because Amy reached out to grab my balls. 

"Are you not mine this week Rob? Did you not agree to do what I say?" 

I replied that yes that was true. 

"Well then," squeezing my balls a little harder, "Don't start acting surprised and skittish before we begin. I promise you will enjoy yourself. Get up and run me a bath, but be sure you keep that cock nice and hard for me." 

I shuffled into the massive bathroom and turned on the water, all the while stroking myself. Noticing the bottle of scented bath oil in her toiletry bag I added a generous splash. The smell was pure Amy. Over the gurgle of the tub I could hear Amy speaking to someone. I wondered if she was speaking with Monica, finding out just how obedient I would be or if there was someone else here. I stood there, inhaling her scent and slowly jerking my cock, when the door opened and Amy entered. 

"Undress me." 

My hands trembling, I moved behind her to unzip her dress. I took great care in removing her clothes and folding them, making sure that I did not touch more skin than was necessary, even though I wanted to feel every inch of her. As I finished removing her panties I knelt before her and waited for more instruction. Amy stepped into the sunken tub and indicated I should join her. I sat opposite her as she sunk lower into the water until only her head rested on the back. She lifted one leg and placed it on my shoulder. 

"My muscles are tight, rub them for me." 

Taking her foot in my hand, I gently massaged each toe. Working my way down her foot and up her leg I could see her breathing changing. As I reached her thigh she pushed forward so that suddenly her breast was in my face. As she slipped her hand into her pussy she urged me to suck on her nipple. Slowly she stroked her clit and began to explain what she expected from me this evening. 

"My friends Emily and John will be coming for dinner. I have already ordered from room service. You will wear what I have chosen and serve us. When we are through I will give you more information." 

I moaned against her nipple. She too was obviously anticipating the evening as she had started fucking her fingers in and out of her pussy. 

"Stand up and put your cock in my mouth. Don't you dare cum though." 

With my dick deep in her throat she fucked herself harder. Moaning as she tried to take me deeper, she held my balls with her free hand. As turned on as I was at that moment it took all my control not to blow my load into her. She bucked her hips, sloshing water onto the floor. With a moan that vibrated up my cock Amy slammed her fingers up into her snatch and came. Her head fell back and my cock slipped out of her hot mouth. 

"Much better," she sighed. 

"For you maybe," I thought. My dick was ready to explode. 

When she had recovered from her orgasm enough to stand, she stepped out of the tub as I handed her a towel. The woman was built, that's for sure. With her blonde hair, 38C tits and long legs she looked like she had just stepped from the pages of Playboy. When she was dry, she handed me her wet towel to dry myself. When I was through she led me out to sit in front of the mirror. Quickly she applied a touch of mascara to my lashes and a hint of color to my lips. Telling me to get dressed she turned to her own makeup and hair. When she was done she turned to inspect my outfit. 

"I like that color on you. You look perfect for what I have planned for this evening." 

She slowly dressed in her lingerie, making sure that I was watching. Suddenly it dawned on me. Amy had not picked out any outer clothes for dinner. Was she going to entertain company like that? The thought made my dick lurch. I hoped she would let me cum soon. 

We were standing there admiring each others outfits when there was a knock on the door. Amy moved to sit on the sofa as she told me to answer the door. I took a deep breath and opened it. 

"Good evening," I smiled. "You must be Emily and John. Come on in." 

I reached out to take Emily's coat and almost came right then. She was wearing only a see through black lace body suit. I was going to be serving dinner to two nearly naked women. I honestly didn't know if I would be able to control myself for that long. The need to cum was almost unbearable. Taking another deep breath, I turned to the group on the couch and offered them drinks. After serving them I took a seat on the floor at Amy's feet until there was another knock at the door. 

"That must be dinner," Amy said. "Rob, you can get that for me." 

Boy, was I going to give that waiter a laugh. I could just imagine what he was going to tell the others down in the kitchen. Signing for the food, I thanked him and took the cart over to the table. Setting out the napkins and silverware I felt a hand rubbing my ass. It was Emily. she whispered in my ear how hot she thought tonight was going to be and how lucky Amy was to have found a generous woman like Monica. I mumbled something back about hoping she enjoyed herself. 

When the trio was seated, I poured each of them a glass of wine. Amy indicated the fourth plate and that I should sit on the couch and eat. As I ate I watched closely to make sure that they had everything they needed. The girls giggled as they teased John about trying on some of their panties. I blushed as he glared across the room at me. Soon dinner was done and they moved back to the couch while I picked things up. After pushing the room service cart out into the hall, I turned to see what Amy wanted me to do next. My cock was again rock hard as I stared at the couch. Amy and Emily were kneeling on either side of John, kissing as he played with their tits. Amy motioned for me to sit on the end of the bed and watch. 

Breaking off the kiss Amy walked over to me and kissed me. I could taste Emily on her mouth. Standing between my legs, she continued to kiss me as she ground against my cock. 

"Would you like to cum Rob?" 

I moaned my answer against her huge melons. 

"Get a couple of the scarves that I brought." 

As I moved to the dresser Amy took Emily's hand and led her to the bed, as John stripped his wife. She indicated to me that I should tie Emily's hands to the posts. Amy and john each took a scarf and made sure that Emily's feet were secure. Now I was standing there looking at a naked woman tied spread eagle to a bed. 

When John moved to use the bathroom Amy kissed me again. Swaying against me, she undid my zipper and pushed the dress down. John returned and sat on the couch. He had used his time in the bathroom to strip down. Amy knelt in front of me to remove my panties. I now stood in front of these people in nothing but a pair of stockings, my cock standing straight up. Amy ran her tongue over the leaking head and smacked her lips. She led me over to stand by the bed. 

"Now is your turn Rob. I want you to jerk off for us and shoot your load all over Emily for me." 

After saying that Amy swatted my ass and walked over to sit on John's lap. She smiled at me as I began to stroke myself. I went slowly, sliding my hand over the head to gather some pre-cum before running my hand down the shaft. Slipping my hand down i gave my balls a quick rub. I looked at Amy and she licked her lips as John's hands played with her nipples. Moving up and down my cock in long even strokes I looked down at the woman on the bed. Her head was back and she was panting as she watched me pulling on my cock. She whispered encouragement for me to cover her with my jizz. My hand was moving faster as I watched John slide a finger into Amy's pussy. I moaned as I pummeled harder and harder. 

Amy was bouncing up and down on John's hand as she moaned, "That's it Rob. cover her with your cum. Make sure you get it all over her tits. I wanna be able to lick that hot load off that gorgeous body of Emily's" 

Holy fuck! Hearing that was way too much for me. I slid my hand up and back down my cock one more time and with a yell began to pump long creamy strings of spunk across Emily. It seemed to me that I just kept cumming and cumming, bathing the woman. Amy came to stand behind me and helped me move to the other bed. I came so hard I was almost to weak to make it. I sat there gasping for breath as John congratulated me on the amount of cum I had produced.

We Meet At Last



I had been waiting for some time to meet a cross dresser I had encounters on the net. Our frequent chats online invariably ended with us being unable to co-ordinate our free time and ended in frustration at our failure to meet and satisfy our cravings.

Eventually a time and date were set and I spent the intervening time in eager anticipation of our meeting. Sarah ( the name the guy used when he was dressed "en femme") had told me she was totally sub and was prepared to satisfy any kink or fetish that would give me pleasure. As neither of us could safely accommodate we had agreed to meet at a local "dogging site", mutually convenient for us both.

Eager as I was, I arrived in good time and was pleased to find the car park was, at present, deserted. This I hoped would give me some time to enjoy Sarah to myself, prior to letting others use her charms for my entertainment. On the stroke of eight, our arrange meeting time, a car fitting the description I had been, given pulled slowly into the car park and made its way to where I was parked. The occupant appeared to be female, but a tell-tale 7 o'clock shadow was, on closed inspection, an instant giveaway. Sarah smiled at me and got out of the car. She wore a white blouse, navy-blue pleated mini skirt and flat shoes, the obvious intention of which was to simulate a schoolgirl. I late found she also wore a white bra and suspender belt and a pair of silky black panties. The image was complete.

We walked off into the denser foliage that surrounded the car park and she led me towards an area that she had used before. Once embedded deep in the thicker undergrowth with sufficient room to manouver, she dropped to her knees and started to remove my trousers. Once they fell to the floor she seemed pleased to see that I, too, was wearing a pair of silk panties, though in my case they were midnight blue in colour. She pulled them to one side to reveal my already hardened cock which she proceeded to try and swallow whole. Not wishing to finish before I got started, I soon had to stop the cock-sucking slut from finishing me off before I shot my load down her throat.. I told her to stand and strip down to her undies, which she did.

Her cock was by now climbing over the top of her panties waistband, so I told her to take them off. She was then ordered to turn round and bend over. I parted the cheeks of her arse, and there it was: the butt plug I had insisted she put in before setting out to meet me. I eased it in and out, moving it just past the neck on each occasion, stretching her arse to the maximum each time it was partially removed. Her arse was well lubed and the butt plug made rude slurping and sloshing sounds as I pushed it in and out. Eventually I removed it completely and gazed in awe and admiration at the wide open hole of Sarah's arse begging to be refilled.

Stepping out of my panties, I picked up my trousers and removed condom from the pocket; removed it from the wrapper and slip it over my helmet and down my shaft. I moved forward and brushed my knob end against the still open entrance to Sarah's man pussy. With very little effort it slipped in and buried itself up to the hilt in warm arse. Sarah groaned, thankful to once again have something filling the void that had been made in her arse since the plug had been removed. I now started to fuck the bitch in earnest, starting with long slow strokes and gradually increasing the tempo 'till my balls, now slapping against the base of her arse, began to tighten and I knew the explosion was imminent. I slowed slightly to prolong the sensation and then it happened. My balls exploded in a torrent of spunk which coursed through my cock and must have been very close to shooting through the condom and into Sarah's bowels.

As I slowly came down from my climactic high I gently eased my now limp dick from Sarah's arse. I stepped back, and in doing so, caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Spinning to my left I saw a couple staring fixedly at us a mere ten yards away. My initial reaction was to pull on my clothes and run like hell for the car, but a second take of the couple found they were both smiling. In addition, the woman, middle aged and BBW, was openly playing with her pussy, with her hand high up the cotton dress she was wearing. Even closer inspection revealed a large bulge in the guy's trousers. I returned their smile and, taking that as consent, they came over to where we were stood.

They both began to play with Sarah, who was taken aback by their approach but quickly accepted her fate. The woman got to her knees and began to stroke and then suck Sarah's cock, while her partner was stroking the undie clad crossdresser, feeling all of her underwear with an obvious relish. He took out his cock and told Sarah to suck it. She bent down and engulfed his hot tool into her mouth trying not to disengage his cock from the woman's mouth. They continued like this for some time until the husband took his cock out of Sarah's mouth and told her to turn and bend. His wife stopped sucking and let Sarah get into position. Her hubby then got behind Sarah and began to ease his not inconsiderable prick into the waiting love-hole of my TV slut. A little too late I suggested that he wear a condom, but Sarah was so far gone she cried out for him to be left alone to fuck her 'cos she was desperate.

While he began to give Sarah a good shagging, his wife turned her attention to my, now rapidly reviving cock. She knelt to suck it back to life, taking it ball deep into her mouth and working her tongue round it like an expert. I was ready to shoot again but she wanted more, so she laid on her back and offered me her pussy to lick. Her dress was pulled up to reveal tan stockings, red suspender belt and red panties, the gusset of which was absolutely soaking. She pulled the panties off and opened her lips to give me full access. I dived in and was greeted by a hot snatch, dripping juice which was running down her arse crack. It tasted very musky and I lapped as much as I could before moving to her clit which was hard, prominent and engorged. Licking this for a couple of minutes brought her to her first shuddering climax. As she came down to earth I eased a couple of fingers into her cunt to stop her going totally off the boil. We both turned to see how the other two were getting on and were just in time to see her husband pull out of Sarah's arse and stick his cum spewing cock into Sarah's mouth before too much was lost on the floor. Sarah's cheeks sucked in as she tried to swallow the payload without spilling a drop.

There was, of course, still more to come – but that is another story.



We Meet At Last



Absolutely beautiful, I thought to myself, as I walked toward the table where she was sitting.

Over the last few months, we had talked online, but due to the distance between us, we had never met. Our talks had progressed from friendly chit-chat, to outright flirting and fantasy sharing. I had finally decided that enough was enough, and made a trip out to finally meet. When I told her what I was planning, she was happy to hear I was coming out, and made arrangements to meet at a quiet coffee shop downtown.

I recognized her as soon as I walked in. Her photos did not do justice to the beauty I saw before me. As we sat and talked, and gazed somewhat nervously into one another's eyes, I felt that familiar twitch in my cock as I recalled some of the fantasies that she had shared.

Soon, her eyes began to take on a mischievous look, and her nipples began to harden enticingly, beneath her blouse. She smiled sexily, and shifted in her chair. Suddenly, I felt her foot touch the inside of my leg, and begin to slowly travel upward. It continued its travel, and only stopped once it was pressed firmly against my now erect cock.

"Shall we get out of here, and continue this conversation elsewhere?" she asked. As we got up from the table, I told her where I had rented a hotel for the night and the decision was made to go there.

Once we were inside, and the door was locked behind us, most any self-control we had left went right out the window. As we met in the middle of the room, our lips met. Tentatively, at first, but then with a growing urgency as our desires grew. Our tongues wrestled playfully, as our bodies pressed together and our hands began to roam one another. 

We began to undress one another slowly, driving the passion that we felt to an even higher level. Soon, we were down to nothing but our underwear, which was soon to follow. Taking the lead, I reached around and released the clasp that held her bra. As it slowly dropped to the floor, I slowly began kissing my way down. A low moan escaped her lips, as I gently nipped at the tender skin of her neck. As I kissed, and licked my way down her chest, I could feel her fingers entwine themselves in my hair. Bringing one hand around, I gently cupped one full breast, toying with the hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger. 

As I cupped her breast, I lowered my head and took the nipple into my mouth, slowly running circles around it with my tongue. Adjusting the way I was standing, I turned so that I directly facing her. Both hands joined my mouth in paying full attention to them. Licking, squeezing, and sucking.....each one increasing the passion that was now very evident. I explored every inch of her tits, from the sensitive nipples, to the tender areas underneath and on the sides.

Beginning my journey downward, I let myself sink to my knees in front of her. Kissing my way down her stomach, I let my hands roam down her sides and down her legs with feather light touches. I could smell her arousal, and feel the heat radiating from her pussy. 

Reaching back up, I grasped the elastic of her panties, and slowly began tugging them downward. Leaving a trail of kisses behind, I traced my way down her legs, and then back up again. I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh, up across the top of her mound, and then back down the other leg again. Finally, I could hold off no longer, and dipped my head further down. Sticking out my tongue, I traced the outline of her now wet pussy. The feel of her shaved skin was soft as silk against my face. 

Her legs began to shake as my tongue made its way up the center of her pussy, parting the lips to access the juices that were flowing. As I made contact with her hard clit, she gasped, and wrapped her fingers deeper into my hair, pulling me harder against her. Reaching up, I moistened my middle finger, and slowly slid it deep inside her warmth. "Ohhhh God....." she moaned as my tongue danced across her clit, and my finger began to massage her G-spot. Soon, I felt her legs begin to shake even harder, and her pussy began to tighten around my finger. I took her clit between my lips, and began quickly flicking it faster and faster, driving her toward orgasm. I was soon rewarded with a flood of juices from her pussy, as she cried out as her orgasm overtook her.

Her hands pulled me even tighter against her, as she rode out wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her pussy clenched tight around my finger, and flooded my face with her sweet nectar. 

As her climax subsided, I slowly removed my finger, and began to stand up. She kissed me passionately, tasting herself on my lips. 

Soon, I felt her hands find my rock hard cock. She looked at me through passion glazed eyes, and smiled. "My turn..." she said, as she began to sink down to the floor. Her hands played across my chest, and played with my nipples as her mouth kissed the outline of my cock. Sliding her hands downward, she slid my underwear over my throbbing cock and down to the floor. Once my cock was free, she wasted no time in taking it into her hands, slowly stroking its length. A drop of pre cum had already formed at the tip, which she cleaned off with the tip of her tongue. 

I was soon engulfed if the warmth of her mouth, as she took my cock deep inside. She slid her mouth up and down, teasing the head with her tongue, and gently stroking the shaft at the same time. I placed my hands on the back of her head, and reveled in the feel of her mouth working its magic on me. As she took my cock as far as it would go, I felt her gag a little as it hit the back of her throat. Releasing her grip on my cock, she placed her hands on my hips, and fucked my cock with her mouth.

The sensations were overwhelming. She would release my cock from her mouth and reach under to play with my balls, taking them into her mouth one by one, gently sucking on each one before taking my cock back into her mouth. The sight of her on her knees, with my throbbing cock in her mouth was almost enough to send me over the edge. As soon as I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, I pulled back. She looked at me questioningly, as I helped her up. "That felt fantastic, but there's somewhere else I want to cum." I told her.

As she lay back onto the bed, I crawled up to join her. I eased myself between her long legs, reveling in the sight of this delicious beauty beneath me. Reaching down, she took my throbbing cock in her hand, and began rubbing it up and down the length of her swollen lips. I could already feel the heat and moisture, seeping from her pussy. 

Leaning forward, I allowed the head of my cock to slide past her outer lips. Looking into her eyes, I slowly slid the rest of my length deep inside, inch by inch, enjoying the sensation of being swallowed by her pussy. Stopping only when our bodies were fully joined, I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a groan as the first waves of ecstasy washed over her. 

Slowly, I began to pull out until the head of my cock was almost all the way out, and then slowly slide all the way back in. Leaning down, I let my mouth tease, and taste her erect nipples. As her groans increased, I could feel her arms and legs tighten around me. As I began to thrust faster into her burning core, I felt her body begin to shake, as the first orgasm overtook her. 

Slowing my pace, I rolled over on the bed and carried her with me. Now, it was her looking down at me as she was impaled on my hardness. Once again, I looked at her as her eyes alternated between looking at me, and rolling back in her head. Reaching up, I cupped her tits in my hands as she rode me. Pulling her forward, I took one, then the other nipple into my mouth, sucking and gently biting her hardened nipples. As she straightened up once again, I could see a light sheen of sweat covering her chest and a rosy hue begin to form as her pleasure increased. Before I knew it, she was driving herself down onto my cock for all she was worth. 

"Oh my God......I'm going to cum again!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, yes, yes..." she chanted over and over as waves of orgasm tore through her, as she slammed herself up and down, driving me as deep as she could.

As her orgasm subsided, I could feel the muscles of her pussy milking my cock. Slowly rolling her over, I positioned her on her hands and knees. Caressing her smooth, beautiful ass, I moved into position. Quickly, I leaned down and gave her pussy a quick lick. Tasting her juices, I trailed my tongue from her clit, up the length of her lips, and up across her quivering, puckered ass. She groaned once more, and gripped the sheets in her fists.

Moving up behind her, I slid my cock back inside her dripping pussy, filling her with one thrust. As I began fucking her harder, she pushed her face into the pillow and screamed in ecstasy as yet another orgasm tore through her. Gripping the sheets tightly, she pushed her ass back at me, meeting my thrusts in unison. I began slamming in and out with increasing speed as I felt my orgasm building. I began to feel her internal muscles gripping me once again, trying to coax my orgasm right out of me. Suddenly, she buried her face into the pillow, and screamed once again.

"Ohmygod.......I'm cumming again!!! Come with me!" 

As she let loose with a string of obscenities, begging me to come with her, it was enough to push me over the edge. I began to see stars as I felt my orgasm explode.

"Yes, yes, yes!!!" she shouted.

"I'm cumming......here it is!" I shouted, as I thrust into her one last time. I felt the first blast of cum erupt from my cock, and held deep inside as spurt after spurt painted her inner walls. Her pussy gripped me tightly, milking the last drops of cum from my shaft.

We collapsed on the bed, my cock still inside her. Slowly, my spent cock slipped out of her, as we lay there, trying to regain our breath. 

After we had calmed down a bit, we took a shower to clean up and refresh a bit. Drinking in the sight of her while in the shower was more than enough to bring life back to my cock. 

This, as it seemed, was going to be a very interesting visit... 



We Meet At Last



I arrive at the airport, make it through customs, and finally see your face...that amazingly handsome face that I have known now for months via the internet, by Skype, by voice but now, here you are, in person, at Heathrow. I have dressed as you have instructed, I have spent the better part of the last week preparing myself for you, I have done most everything that you have asked of me in the past three months. Yes, a few requests have taken some cajoling on your part, have been met with some hesitation on my part, but eventually, I came around, you convinced me with your long silences, your quick sign-offs, your stone-cold responses, to give in to what you asked. So, here we are today, in London, finally meeting face-to-face. 

I am terrified and yet, I find that I am also more excited than I have ever been. The angel and the devil are having at it on my shoulder...but I cannot take my eyes off of you and we seem to be relaxing into what I had only dreamed of, really. There is a delightful chemistry between us, I believe, but just as often as I am sure that it is there, I find that it is gone just as quickly.

We get into your car. It is in immaculate condition, of course, and your hand brushes up against my leg. I nearly jump out of my skin. While reaching for the gear shift, you manage to non-chalantly touch the very top of my lace thigh-highs....the ones you told me, very specifically, to wear. I look up, excitedly, to meet your eyes, but you don't seem to notice that you have just touched me for the first time, ever, or that you have just sent shock-waves rushing through my entire body, similar to an electrical shock...or, do you? I suddenly feel foolish and silly, like a schoolgirl. 

We have quite a long drive to your home, through the countryside, and I begin to relax a bit. We discuss politics and history and things "normalize" a bit, you seem eager to put me at ease, make me laugh. I feel a bit less like your "sub" and a bit more like myself again. You seem to pick this up like a barometer, and you suddenly interrupt me, changing the subject when I am in the middle of telling you a story. You quite bluntly ask me if I am clear on the parameters of the weekend. And there we are, back "on course", back to our roles. It is clear, you want me to feel somewhat relaxed but mostly, you want me to know "my place." 

When we pull into your drive, you slowly come to a stop and reach over my lap to open the glove box. You pull out an exquisite, dark green, leather-type, box and you hand it to me. It is amazing to me and it does not go unnoticed that, you do this without touching me or my legs. You then put your arm around the back of my seat - still being very careful to not touch me. You begin to speak to me in a very clear and very direct manner, using a different voice entirely (which upon hearing makes me wet, immediately, uncontrollably and I know that you can sense this and I feel myself blush for the first time in years). You explain to me that once we enter your home, we will be following a slightly different set of rules. "They are as follows:"

"If you choose to put what is in this box, around your neck," you tell me, "you will be owned by me. 'No' will not mean 'no.' In fact, the word 'no' will not be tolerated at all. Your will won't matter in the least to me or anyone else in my home. The only thing that will matter is what pleases me...and, Alex, I believe you will find, that in time, that which pleases me will, also please you." 

Your hand then moves for the car door, slowly, across my lap - this time brushing lightly across my pussy. My hips lift without my permission, and this time, your eyes are gazing at me and your face is just inches from mine, but you don't react, not in the least, you have complete control over your emotions. You just continue to casually open my door and then you, abruptly, turn away and get out of the car on your side. 

I sit in my seat, absolutely stunned. i cannot bring myself to move, I can barely breathe, I try to swallow but I cannot. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes - a strange mix of anger and relief (what is that about?). I am so utterly confused that I cannot sort it out now. I want to scream, to slap you, to tell you to take me back to the airport. This is not at all what you promised me - this is not fun, it is far from sexy, and I want to go home...now!

Suddenly you are standing outside my car door and you have squatted down next to me so that your face is level with mine, and then you smile that amazing smile, that giving, gorgeous, charismatic smile...I melt, as you knew that I would, and your hand touches my chin. You bring it slowly towards yours and you close your eyes. You barely allow our lips to touch, they just brush, leaving me aching all over as you quickly stand up and look down at me. 

"Now, Alex, you have a decision to make. Let's not waste any more of our time - mine or yours. I will see you to our room - or your room, as you see fit, depending on your decision. You can have an hour or so, to freshen up, make up your mind, give this some thought. I will expect you to groom yourself as we discussed, and, of course, wear what I instructed. You will find me by the fire downstairs and you will give me your answer then, in an hour." 

"I realize that this is all a bit new...but you are a smart girl, Alex, you know that you want this even more than you are ready to admit to yourself. You are scared to face the truth of your own ability to submit to me...after all, if you do this, what will become of you? Alex, you must learn to trust me. You must learn to trust, period. I am not going to hurt you. I want to protect you, to take care of you, to make you happy like no one ever has and that, my dear Alex, is the part that I believe scares you the most because that means that you will have to allow someone in, past all of your barricades and bridges. There will no longer be an excuse to keep me out. If all I want to do is to provide for you and to love you and care for you, what protection do you need, why the barriers? What then, Alex? Therein lies the fear... You see, Alex, I understand you far better than you think I do." 

"So, babe, It's just you and me out here. Turn yourself over to me...trust me, Alex. Can you do that? Can you trust a man? A real man, someone who knows how to care for you, who knows what you want and how to give it to you? Can you believe that a man will take care of you, know what is best for you, protect you and care FOR you? I know, in your heart, that you want this, Alex but it will require something of you, and that is what concerns me." 

I begin to walk away, with my head down, watching my step. You come up behind me and grab my right hand, pulling it behind my back - not roughly, exactly, but certainly not gently, either. You stand so close behind me that I can feel the entire length of your body along mine and for the first time, I can tell that all of this has had an effect on you, as well. I can feel your cock against my ass, you are excited but just as I begin to feel some sense of relief and joy, you begin to whisper into my ear, your mouth right next to it so that there will be no mistaking what you have to say. This, too, excites me, your voice reaches something deep inside of me. 

"For the remainder of your time here, you will NOT walk away from me without either being excused or asking for permission to leave my presence. Is that clear? The old rules no longer apply, Alex. I will not continue to give you second chances once you pass the threshold of my front door. Am I making myself clear? If you choose to wear what is in that box that is in your hand, "no" will not mean no and you will be mine, you will be owned by me. I WILL POSSESS YOU, ALEX. And I do mean, completely and totally. I will own you. 

If, however, you decide to merely go on as you have in your life, not trusting anyone, not trusting that a man is capable of knowing what you need, what you want, knowing how to give it to you the way that you need it, maybe knowing you better than you know yourself, if you cannot trust a that a man wants to take care of you, might know what is best for you, then we will merely play the little games that will satisfy your sexual fantasies. I am perfectly capable of that. 

I believe, however, that you are capable of so very much more. I see it in your eyes, Alex, and in your soul and in your heart AND I can feel it in your body. Turn yourself over to me. Trust me. Trust me to give you what you want and what you need. I want to take care of you, Alex. Can you trust me?"

Your hand tightens around my wrist, only slightly hurting me as you move your free hand, slowly, up along the side of my leg, lightly tracing the curve between my leg and my pussy with your finger, and then opening your hand, cupping my whole pussy and pushing your fingers, trying to grope between my legs, before quickly resuming your climb up my body...your flat hand moves across my stomach to my breast, sliding underneath my left breast and then narrowing down to only your thumb and your forefinger, you lightly twist my nipple. My ass goes back to meet your cock, instinctively, and just as quickly, you whisper, "you have one hour" and you step back...I stumble forward as you leave me standing there, alone, cold, hot, wet, aroused, humiliated, near tears....I am confused -- mind, body and spirit. 

How could I feel so broken in such a short period of time? Again, I start to walk away, lost in my thoughts. 

"ALEX!" Your voice booms! You sound exasperated and angry. I stop, dead in my tracks, head down, feeling stupid and shamed. Again, you are behind me, this time, your body is not touching mine, I cannot lean on you but your hand is around my neck, just a bit uncomfortable, lifting my head up, pointing it straight-forward. "Before you enter my home, for the last time - do you or do you NOT understand these very simple instructions?" you say, directly into my ear.

I do not move my head, I cannot, I am humiliated and I am confused - feeling torn in a dozen different directions - I simply answer, "Yes Sir, I do." You hold onto my neck for what feels like an eternity. Neither of us speaks. Finally, you release me and I begin my walk toward the house with the box in my hand.



We Meet at Last



I welcome any honest feedback. I'm still new at all of this. 

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Kim and I have been chatting with each other online for a few months now. I have recently broken up with my girlfriend, and she was there to help me through it all. Through this process, we grew to know each other pretty well. We have now decided it was time to actually meet each other face to face. St. Louis was our destination.

We had done some flirting in our chats, but we were meeting just as friends. I arrived in St. Louis before she did, and checked into the hotel room. We are planning on spending two days and nights together here, and I booked a room with two queen size beds. I didn't want there to be any worries that I may be expecting anything from her in this meeting.

As I am unpacking my things, I get a phone call from her telling me that she is 5 minutes away from the hotel. I tell her that I will meet her down in the hotel lobby. I spruce myself up a little and head down to the lobby. When she walks in, I instantly recognize her, as she does me, and she give me a smile. All, I can think to myself is WOW, this woman is beautiful. She is wearing a simple summer shirt and jeans, but she looks wonderful. I walk over to her to finally say hi in person, and she gives me a big hug. I grab her bag from her and we walk together up to the room, chatting about our drive to St. Louis.

When we get to the room, she notices the two beds, but doesn't say anything about it. She asks what I had in mind for tonight, and I told her I had already made reservations at a restaurant nearby, and we can decide what to do from there. She excuses herself to freshen up for dinner and I grab a seat on the bed waiting for her.

When she comes out of the bathroom, my jaw nearly drops. She is wearing a simple black dinner dress with a low neckline which shows off her beautiful assets. She see's me staring and asks if I like what I see. As she says this, she slowly turns around so I can see all of her. I am still speechless and she giggles at me. She extends her hand towards me and says "Come on handsome, take me to dinner."

The restaurant is only about a mile from the hotel, and as it's a beautiful August evening, so we decide to just walk. As we walk side by side, I can't help but notice the sway of her ass in that dress. I can feel myself start to get excited so I quickly avert my gaze and try to focus in on our conversation. If she caught my gaze, she doesn't lead on to it. 

We arrive at the restaurant and she is surprised to see that I have three roses waiting at the table for her. She smiles, picks them up and smells them, telling me thanking me. I scoot her into her seat and I take a seat across the table from her. With dinner, I order myself an old fashioned, and she orders a glass of sweet red wine. Conversations starts pretty light, but we are soon talking like long time friends. I can tell we are becoming more comfortable around each other as we start to laugh more and we feel we can talk about anything. Dinner was very nice and as it's still early so we decide to try a local bar we saw on our walk.

I open the door for her and we walk up to the bar and order a round of drinks. It seems that we have come on a night they are doing karaoke. I try to encourage her to sing a song for me, but she down right refuses. I'm not going to let the opportunity pass, so I sign up to sing a song. We are really enjoying our conversation when the KJ calls me up to sing. She has no idea what I'm about to sing, and I think I surprise her by singing "Wanted" by Hunter Hayes. As I'm singing the song, she is watching me very closely. I can really see her paying attention to the words, and I notice a change in how she is looking at me. 

When I finish, I walk back over to the table and she tells me she had no idea I could sing so well. I smile and kind of blush a little. She can see the attraction between us but also realizes I might still be too shy to make a move. When I sit down next to her, she turns her stool to face me, looks me in the eyes with a desire I have not seen in a long time, and she leans in to kiss me. The kiss is soft at first, but electric. It soon heats up a bit more then she stops. She stands up, grabs my hand and says it's time to head back to our room.

We are holding hands and walking very close to each other as head back to the hotel. As soon as our door is closed she starts to kiss me again. She's unbuttoning my shirt as I move to cradle her face in my hands. As soon as she has my shirt off, she grabs my belt and pulls me back towards the bed. She has my pants undone and off before we get to the bed, leaving me standing there in my boxers. As she makes a move to pull them down as well, I grab her hands and tell her it's my turn. I grab the hem of her dress and start to slowly lift it up and over her arms. As I reveal more and more of her body, I can see the black lace thong and bra set she is wearing. Right now, I can think of nothing else but how I want to please this woman.

I lean her back on the bed and we start kissing again. She reaches down my body searching for my hard cock. She gasps as she feels the size of it through my boxers. Her hands quickly work to slide my boxers off and I take this opportunity to remove her bra. Her nipples are standing at attention and I can't help but take one, then the other into my mouth. At this point, she is so turned on, she shakes her panties off and tells me she wants me more than anything right now. I start to kiss her again as I position myself between her legs. She starts to moan when she feels the tip of my cock enter her very wet pussy. I keep sliding myself into her until I am all the way in. Her head is thrown back with pleasure as she feels as full as she's ever been. I slowly ease myself out of her until just the tip remains inside. I then start to slowly side only an inch or two in and out. I love teasing a woman but I can tell she's in no mood to be teased right now when she says "give it to me hard!" And I do. We start getting into a frenzied rhythm together and she is thrashing around on the bed. Her moans are becoming more frequent now and louder. I can feel her pussy start to tighten around my cock, and I know she's close. I'm glad she's close because I'm about ready to finish myself. She starts to scream out and her pussy clamps down on my cock. This is more than I can handle and I shot five or six jets of cum deep inside of her. When I am finished, I just stay inside of her while we both catch our breath. I slowly slide out of her and roll over along side of her. I look at her and see the satisfaction in her eyes. She leans over and kisses me again. As she does this, she starts to softly stroke my now soft cock, which surprisingly starts to rise already. The look in her eyes change and a smile forms on her face. "Are you ready to really have some fun now?" 

To be continued... 



We Meet at Last



Today was the day I had been dreaming of for weeks, today was the day that I was to actually meet Kirsty: we had made love many times spiritually but tonight would be different, we would be lovers physically and I was already dribbling with anticipation. Actually this was quite a problem, I had had much to prepare before Kirsty arrived and I kept having to break off to squeeze my thighs together and rotate my pelvis in an effort to ward of my increasing feelings of frustration, an emotion manifesting itself as a gooey sensation in my groin. I dared not touch myself and I so badly needed to but I was saving myself for Kirsty. I wanted her to feel my raw desire when we excited one another for the very first time and I wanted her to share the full extent of my joy when she granted me release.

Never had I dared to imagine this could happen but then circumstances change. Well hubby wanted to take the kids camping and I flatly refused to go with them; I've been camping with him once before, I was cold, I was damp, I was dirty, I was smelly and I told him then, 'never again, ever'. He announced 'we', that is the family, were going anyway with or without me and that was that, and my little sweet traitors ceased the main chance and backed him up: I was miffed and, in a fit of pique, invited Kirsty to join me for the weekend. When she accepted, well it was than that I really did begin to wonder what expressing my love of another woman would feel like. I was not simply bi-curious anymore, I knew that only too well, just lacking any experience what-so-ever of another woman. I was a little bit scared and a lot apprehensive.

Kirsty, well she plainly knew what she was about; our hot messages exchanged during long evenings of mutual masturbation had proven that and I quickly succumbed to temptation and curiosity. Kirsty? Kirsty had been my online lover for months, We had met through a site devoted to an odd mixture of erotic storytelling and sexually explicit on-line messaging; sometimes very sexually explicit. Literotica.com if you are wondering. After all the fantastic orgasms we had shared together I knew in my heart that I wanted Kirsty and wanted her badly.

As I drove to the local railway station to meet her I ran over my preparations for the thousandth time, I so wanted everything to be perfect. I was so wet and my little heart was hammering. Our online love making, initially sweet and sensuous had progressed by degrees to the more outrageous as my, and probably also her, confidence had grown. Once acquainted, and providing that all went well, we had decided to explore how some of our increasingly lurid fantasies would work out in reality. I were to lead and she to follow, a simple extension of the pattern that seemed to have established itself during our on-line loving anyway. Perhaps foolishly, Kirsty had agreed to place herself in my hands from the instant she arrived until the second she departed. It was foolish of her because she knew that I could be creative and daring in my own quiet way and that I had a joy of sexual teasing; she was going to be so randy when I was done with her. Moreover, she seemed only capable enjoying one orgasm at a time and this was a mould I hoped to break, I wanted her to experience the wonder of orgasm following orgasm and revel in the deep satisfaction that ensued after.

I digress; I meant to describe my preparations. Kirsty loved cake, well she said she did. I hoped that were still true. I had baked a lemon drizzle cake, a carrot cake and a huge all chocolate sponge. Why all chocolate? Well now: the sponge was flavoured with chocolate, the cream was chocolate cream and the icing was chocolate icing, the only escape from chocolate was a layer of black cherry jam somewhere in it; my schokoladenwäldertorte a sickly sweet nod to its more famous relative, the fabulous schwarzwälder kirschtorte. Then there was coffee, and tea of course; I forgot to mention we were not going to use the whole of the house but hide ourselves away in the play area that I had transformed the cellar into. It was snug and cosy, it was quiet and private and somewhere we would not be disturbed.

The cellar was actually self contained, there was the vast play area which I has spent all day re-arranging. The toys and trappings of the children were now stacked up neatly in boxes, in the garage and the wooden floor was covered in rugs and the giant floor cushions the children used to take their naps on when they were small. In a corner was a large brass bed that usually lain dismantled, under our bed. Two comfortable chairs, one armed the other not lay against one wall. The cupboards were bare, well apart from my meagre collection of sex-toys, some towels and a few other bits and bobs I had gathered together. Finally I had managed to muster five quite large mirrors that were placed around strategically, I love to watch myself masturbate and hoped that Kirsty was of a similar mind. She certainly liked to watch and could always recommend an arousing video when ever called upon to do so.

The play area was not the only room in the cellar, there was a small kitchen: a sink, a fridge-freezer, a small hob and a microwave, one that baked and grilled and did just about anything and everything else that a cooking box could. In addition, there was a bathroom, well except that there was no bath in it. There was a small partition to keep the toilet itself separate and a small wash basin in the opposite corner, otherwise the bathroom was one huge shower. What possessed me to have it built it I do not know. I thought the kids would find it fun, and so they did, but the amount of water and electricity it consumed was simply outrageous. They were only allowed 'the big shower' on high days and holidays, otherwise just one of the many jets was actually turned on. Thus, if well stocked with provisions, the cellar was truly self contained and once Kirsty and I fastened the door behind us there was no reason for us to re-emerge until it was time for her to go.

My last tasks had been to re-stock the fridge, the freezer and the larder for two grow-ups. They were crammed with delicacies. Some of these were distinctly adult: a dozen oysters, smoked salmon, quail eggs, olives, exotic cheeses, Parma ham, giant prawns. Other goodies were childish: ice cream, six different flavours thereof, jellies, blancmanges, bags of Haribo, liquorice all-sorts, dolly mixtures. Finally there were the prosaic but nutritionally sound items: baked beans in tomato sauce, eggs, potatoes, bread, butter, jam. Yes, for almost a whole three days nothing needed to disturb or worry us, except possibly the urgency of our needs and the darkness of our own desires.

Kirsty was easy to spot as she alighted from her train, true she was a year or so older than in her photo but she had retained the soft round face, the cute little nose and thick sultry lips I had gazed upon so often. She was so bold to share her face with me on-line, a thing I would never dare to do, especially not with hubby in the job he was. The black shoulder length hair and dark brown eyes that I had so looked forwards to seeing were there, just as in the picture and the rather serious pout she had in the pose was replaced by a cheerful smile. As her other, rather saucier, photo had indicated her breasts were definitely larger than mine, and mine were a not an ungenerous handful. I found myself lusting over them immediately, I had a strong urge to bury my head between them and kiss them. The truth was, a strong desire to kiss all of her had already overwhelmed me. I calmed myself, soon enough I whispered to myself, soon enough and I could and would have all of her whilst she helped herself to all of me.

Who did Kirsty see? She was met by a woman rather older than she, not her mother but clearly never to be mistaken for a girl again, an older sister perhaps? A woman with rather short plain, many would say mousy, hair, merry twinkling eyes, more grey than blue but rather thin lips that endowed her with a slightly sever aspect. Her figure was a little overweight but not by much, a pear rather than an apple and whilst not tall, she was of above average in height. It was their dress that contrasted most. The more matronly of the pair, me, was wearing a simple woollen knee length skirt in a rather toneless brown, a brown woolly cardigan that looked and was home made, hand knitted if you asked me, and an ivory, pure silk, blouse that had cost every bit as much as its appearance suggested. Her friend or kid sister, Kirsty of course, was dressed in a jacket, jeans and a simple top, and was lugging a shapeless bag.

Kirsty you goose, I thought to myself, I told you 'just bring a toothbrush and your door keys'. You soon won't be needing any clothes at all but I expect you had not quite thought of it like that; when I said you need bring nothing but yourself I don't suppose you realised I was being quite literal. I even had a spare toothbrush ready for you, just in case. We hugged, at first a shade gingerly, a little nervousness was to be expected upon our first meeting, but we soon lost the shyness of strangers, slipped into a fierce embraced and clutched one another with a passion. As soon as I felt your warm body press against mine and especially your breasts squashing against mine, all my reserve melted away and I squeezed you more and more tightly. Our heads pulled back and we gazed at one another, the same question in out minds; shall I kiss her?

"Wait," I whispered, before our kissing happened spontaneously, "I do want to kiss you now but let's save it for later, leave it awhile and kiss when we can appreciate one another fully. You looked a little disappointed, but cast away whatever troubled you with a slight shrug and, possibly a small sigh. I showed you to my car, a grubby Lexus badly in need of a wash leather, "don't really approve of a second car," I explained as I caught your puzzled glance, "but I'd get nowhere without one and that would be too dull."

"No," you reassured me it's not that. "I dunno. Are you sure about all of this?"

"Certain," I smiled, "unless you have doubts, want to back off, maybe just share a quiet weekend together getting to know one another better." I bit my lip and prayed you would refuse my offer, and thankfully you did. Indeed, my suggestion of applying the brakes seemed to cause you to press your foot down more firmly upon the accelerator.

As I drove my head split in two. There was what I was saying, the usual banal questions about your journey. A conversation between two people who are newly met yet who've already shared extraordinary intimacy: a little nervous, a little uncertain, a little dazed, a little confused. A conversation that proceeds in fits and starts, long silences broken by mutual interruptions and then both of us apologising to one another with excessive politeness, insisting the other's point must be the more important.

"Sorry, you were saying?"

"It was nothing, you wanted..."

"Oh that didn't matter, it was stupid but you were about to make a point..."

What I was thinking was totally different and did little for my concentration. 'My God she's beautiful, so bumptious, so scrumptious, so cuddly and snuggly and... I want to rip her clothes off and kiss her, to eat her, to gobble her up and swallow her down. Where to kiss her first though? Kiss her on the lips. But which lips? Suck her nipples, kiss the inside of her thighs, nibble her ear lobes, nuzzle her neck, smell the sweet scent of her over excited pussy. My God I am so wet. I wonder if she is as wet as me. I hope she is as wet as me, I really do. What ever does she think of the old woman she's just met. I'm not that bad, I've only about ten years on her, not that old really. But ten years more lines and my figure's never been the same since the kids and my breasts aren't so, so pneumatic as hers. I hope she stays. I hope she fancies me. I do so want to come already. In my head I was all of a lather, my thoughts in turmoil as I attempt to police what was slipping out of my mouth.

You were as bad, I later realised, blurting out all about your lesbianism like a young hopeful desperately trying to demonstrate their street-cred to long-standing gang member. Telling me what a bad girl you must be to watch so much porn and confessing your slutishness. Well the videos you shared with me certainly got me going and I've never been keen on porn before: that French one, the two women in the bathroom, that was so sexy. I still play that, wish it were us, you sat on the loo so passive, whilst I make you come; I watch, spread my legs, let my hand slide over my wet pussy and... That thought brought me back to my senses, in a few minutes it really could be me bringing you to an orgasm just as sweet as that one appeared to be. If I stopped being silly I could have all that; at long last you were no longer at the end of a wire but right here at my side. And you, after you had recovered you would give me that orgasm I had been dreaming of: not my hand making me come as I pretended it were yours but your actual hand, your probing fingers expertly tweaking and twisting until I melted with delight.

As I locked the car I thought for the thousandth time that fateful Friday, 'God I am so wet today.' Then I giggled as I reminded myself, 'I've told you a million times, don't exaggerate'. "Come in," is what I said, holding the front door ajar for you. "I hope you don't mind but I thought we'd use the kid's little nest in the basement, it's ever so quiet and warm and cosy and we won't be interrupted. Leave your stuff here, you won't need any of it; well just a toothbrush and I even have a spare one of those downstairs; just in case you know."

You entered, looking around inquisitively, studying the room, just a hall with stairs off, nothing special. And you also scrutinise me for the first time in a clear light, also nothing special but I hope you don't notice that. or at least don't mind it. You are far prettier than I had first realised, soft pale skin, almost translucent. You make a tentative step toward me, I read anxiety and lust in your expression, your gestures suggest embracement, your look a fear of rejection.

"Wait," I husk. "Wait. I want to hold you, to hug you, to kiss you; yes kiss you hard on the mouth, savour those sultry, pouting lips of yours, taste your tongue pressing on mine but wait a few minutes more. We only get one first kiss and I want ours to be a naked one, breast mashed against breast, thigh locked with thigh, hands kneading and squeezing buttocks; a kiss that hints at passion but screams with lust."

You paused deep in thought. You were uncertain, I realised that I was probably going too fast for you, but the volcano building in my panties was clouding my thoughts; if men think with their dicks then I was thinking with my clit. I had never before, not in my whole life, felt such a physical hunger for any person as I did for you right then and there. Suddenly the sun came out, you smiled, a broad smile, a happy carefree grin, you had reached your decision. You didn't need to tell me what it was, I could see the answer written on your face as plain as day; it was yes, yes please, please with pretty bows and candy on it, yes to all of it, yes to everything. You had committed yourself.

"We can leave our clothes here," and I opened a closet containing just a couple of coats. I had emptied it completely earlier but that looked too odd, too staged, unnervingly unnatural. You took off your jacket and I hung it up for you as you then tugged at your top, your insecurity and uncertainty back on show. Taking a deep breath you begin to loosen the few buttons it had and tug it over your head. Hastily, to offer you some encouragement and strengthen your resolve, I being to unfasten my blouse. My breasts were the first to tumble free in the end but yours followed rapidly, your nipples dark pink and swollen, a tiny mole to one side of the left one. I had to swallow hard to resist the impulse to sweep you up in my arms and hug and kiss you until we were breathless and panting. Fortunately, you were already doubled over right then, wrestling with you boots, haste making your fingers clumsy. With only my sensible shoes, and boring hose to remove I was almost naked first, and stood admiring how, as you fumbled with your jeans, you oozed sex. I wanted you, I needed you, I wanted to hear you come, come hard as I licked and fondled your white flesh and tasted your lust gushing as you writhed in ecstasy on my tongue.

Dropping my skirt left me naked and just in time to kneel before you and to pull your pants down for you. It took all my willpower to stop myself from burying my face in your bush and kissing those other lips; as I knelt naked before you I could smell you odour and it was the scent of sex, that musky perfume of a woman in heat. To distract myself, as much as anything, I grabbed your hand and towed you to the door of the cellar. We stood at the top of the wooden steps covered by the practical carpet runner that has been made, in places, just a little threadbare by the eager feet of the kids, looking at one another. "Are you ready for this?" I quizzed you.

"Oh God yes," you husked in response and we descended. I shut the top door and locked it quickly before I followed you down, hiding the key next to the door. The lower door I bolted from the inside so there was no danger of us being disturbed. I grabbed your hand once again and towed you to the centre of the room.

"Let's just stand right here and kiss now," I whispered urgently. You did not even trouble to reply but instantly enfolded me in your arms, your lips parted, your breath hot in my face, I thought you were going to suck me in. That kiss, that first real physical kiss; moist, a passionate heat, pulsing lips searing mine, a hot probing tongue scorching my tongue, exploring and being explored, searching and seeking, sweet saliva mingling, a descent from carnal sensuality, through unguarded passion right down to unbridled lust. Where, in those long moments, did I go to? Somewhere warm and pink, somewhere soft and cuddly, somewhere all safe and cosy, time was suspended as it raced past us; pounding heart, rushing blood, a pulse throbbing in my ear. Your breasts pressing against mine, my nipples hardening as your flesh rubbed over them, an urgency suspended. My sex was flooding; I wanted to couple wantonly on the floor, rut with you like an animal; I never wanted to move again, to stay frozen in your arms, mouth forever welded to mouth. 

As we kissed we fell to our knees, dragged down by the weight of our needs, simply wishing to drown in our lust. Your urgency was palpable, your desperate need broadcasting itself on all frequencies yet you too could not escape from the passion of that first embrace; you could no more pull back than I. We fell over, tumbled, rolled and still our mouths remained locked together, lips bonded to lips. When, finally, we did bring ourselves to part, chests heaving, blood racing, hearts thumping, our eyes gleamed with anticipation. All of a sudden my mouth was on you nipples; licking, sucking, biting, suckling, nipping; I must of hurt you but you were as oblivious as I. Under your tempestuous ministrations my sex melted and I realised that your attack on my tight little nubs, red as berries, stiff as thimbles, was just as frenzied as mine was upon yours, yet I had no sense of hurt as you nipped and bit. I was giddy with wanting, dizzy with need and my tongue soon traced down the middle of your belly seeking out your lust scented cleft. My nostrils were quickly filled with a perfume of musk and mild soap, I wanted to taste your need, drink your desires and quell your desperate urges.

When you told me you came quickly I had taken it to be polite exaggeration on your part; as my tongue pressed against your clitoris and slid over that slick red protuberance, swollen as it was with desire, I heard you cry out suddenly as if unexpectedly impaled upon a long lance. But it was no scream of pain, oh no, it was a howl of utter carnality, the sigh of a fire being extinguished, the cry of a primordial urge being satisfied. I redoubled my efforts, my fingers scrabbling for the cleft of your sex, seeking to tease that tiny inner spot that would take you yet higher still but I was thwarted. You recovered control quickly and were soon lashing my clitoris with your tongue, I was suddenly absorbed by a radiant bliss, engulfed in a searing white light blinding me to awareness of anything but my climax. An orgasm of a power and intensity I had never imagined possible boiled through me making my frame shake, my legs twitch, my throat constrict and my tongue loll. I lost control, all my consciousness focused within a pleasure that was perfection itself. When utter delight ceased it was replaced by an enduring contentment. As I lay panting, exhausted by the strength of my satisfaction, my nose was pressed to your fuzzy muff drinking in your heady scent of lust dissipated, I was intoxicated. And you? Your nose tickled the hairs of my sex, you too were sucking in air greedily, you also lay sprawled out, too relaxed to move, to abstracted to wish to.




We Meet at Last



Perhaps we daydreamed, perhaps we dozed, perhaps we cuddled, perhaps we lost empires, perhaps we conquered universes, who knows? Next I recall clearly was us two kissing once more. Not with the hard passion of that first embrace but with the long languorousness of the truly sated, the genuinely satisfied, yet still our ferocity was sufficient to suggest that our lips would never again be divided. My desire was rekindling but, rather than rush headlong through purely carnal gratification I turned my thoughts to other sources of indulgence. The basement was a feast for the senses and I was determined to overload you with stimulation. "Hot chocolate and cake?" I enquired, laughing mischievously.

"Oh yes please!" You exclaimed with an enthusiasm that suggested a second orgasm had just been offered to you. In a tangential way it had been, we had awoken one greed in each other that was for a while to appear insatiable. I staggered to my feet, my head still spinning with swirling emotions. First the remote. I'd, pre-set Hunk Dory on low with lots of base; not for rhythm or punch but for atmosphere. Find the fridge. Pull the door open. Find the milk. Lift out the carton. My mind had frozen. Everything had to be simple. I had to plan each move carefully. Each operation thought through individually. Every action made studiously. I was stupid and stupefied with satisfaction. I dreamt my way around that little kitchen, boiling, pouring, cutting and dishing up, all done in a haze. I was aware of you, you were searching or exploring, looking in cupboards, opening drawers but I was not resentful, not even curious: you were hunting for pleasures to come. There were many there just waiting for you to discover them.

I returned bearing a tray. You were sprawled upon the floor cushions, eyes still glazed, legs slightly parted. As I handed you a mug of the steaming brew you sat up and looked me deep in the eyes. "Thank you. Please, be seated," you indicated the armless chair which you had pulled away from the wall and set before one of the long mirrors.

The deal had been that I was to direct but you had obviously decided to take over. I considered reasserting, or perhaps merely asserting, my authority but curiosity got the better of me and I replied "yes mistress," and sat down.

"Sit forwards, spread your legs wide; study your sex in the mirror, spread it wide, I'm going to make you come in a few minutes. I know you can come again and again and I want to see that. I want to hear myself pleasuring you over and over." Suddenly this was all a lot more difficult, suddenly I desperately wanted to close my knees and mash my thighs together to ease the pressure building between them. My nipples stiffened and you laughed. "See you'll be ready in next to no time."

"Look at you, sat with your nipples standing out, your legs splayed so wide, I can smell your need from here, just how wet are you? From the smell, dripping, I'm just talking and you're soaked, you're as big a slut as I am! Here watch me, who's worse?"

I expected you to masturbate in front of me but no you stood holding a huge wodge of cake, with one gigantic bite taken from it in one hand and in the other a USB stick that you had somehow smuggled in. Trailing a track of crumbs you moved across to the computer and turned on the screen. A string of videos you had recommended to me were lined up on the screen ready for you. You smiled at my forethought, ignored them, plugged in your own memory stick and husked "here's something new for you to see." As you maximised the view I saw you sat, your legs spread wider than mine even, circling your clearly visible clit with just one finger. Your breathing was deep and regular but slow and laboured too as you panted with the effort of going so slowly, you were right on the edge. "Remember this?"

I didn't specifically, it was a favourite of mine, bring yourself right to the edge then keep circling your clitoris slow enough not to come; I'd had you do that dozens of times. Then I understood and my wet quimm gushed, it was me telling you what to do and you had recorded it; but when and how long was there to go? For I knew that you would have me copy you.

"Take that hand away!" you barked. Without thinking my hand had strayed to part my lips and I was about to stroke my swollen clit to ease the throbbing. I withdrew the offending limb hastily. "Watch what you did to me, see how you have tortured and tormented me in the past."

"Oh God not that!" your screen form expostulated, "God, not right now." You raised your palms to your nipples uncertainly but then braced yourself and commenced rubbing the tips of your red teats with just the palms of your hands. You wriggled and writhed in desperation, your eyes held wide and you lips clamped inwards, trapped between your teeth. Air rasped through your nose nosily and you closed your eyes gradually as you fought the intensity of the feelings you were creating. Despite biting your lips so firmly little squawks of frustration escaped intermittently. "Well Susan, follow the actions, let's see if you really can take what you dish out so readily."

"Yes Kirsty," I responded meekly. I thought I had been wet, teasing my nipples in that manner made me realise that before I had merely been a little damp because now I was becoming properly wet.

"Follow the actions Susan, I want you to feel how you've made me feel." On-screen Kirsty withdrew her hand and just sat there. I copied and my pussy screamed out in protest; if doing anything was almost impossible, to sit doing nothing at all was far, far worse.

'Oh my God,' I thought, 'I'll tell her to rub her clit again next and obviously I did. First I had to rub my clitoris with two fingers, then slide one in and out of my sopping wet pussy tube and finally circle my clitoris with that well lubricated digit endlessly. I went more and more slowly, it was an agony, I so wanted to come. I wondered who was more desperate me or on-screen Kirsty, judging from her expression it were a close run contest. Christ! I was mean, after very extended clitty teasing I had made you roll and pinch your nipples, both at once too. Frantically, I attempted to recall how long I had made you go on that evening. Too long my hapless sex screamed at me by way of reply, far too long.

By the fourth cycle of pushing my muff to the very edge, playing with my nipples and then, and by far the worst part, doing nothing at all, I could think of nothing other than coming. "Please Kirsty, no more. Please Kirsty, just let me come."

"But it's not me in control, it's you," you smirked. You are following your instructions here, I'm just the conduit relaying them to you. 'Help,' I thought, 'my poor nipples were so sensitive, every time I touched them I wanted to cry, to let big fat tears roll down my cheeks. I could taste blood in my mouth so hard had I bitten down on my lips. When we next touched our clit's our mouths flew open as we groaned and I caught the merest glimpse of crimson in your mouth; you too had gnawed upon you lip so hard you had split it. But where was the pain? We were anaesthetised with the trauma of our lust.

As your on-screen persona and I tormented our teats yet again you advanced toward me ominously with jaw set purposefully and an evil grin spread across your face. "Oh God! no Kirsty. Please, I'm begging. Please no! Don't." You had cut the action to a view of your computer screen. My latest message read, "If I were there right now I would suck your nipples until you screamed." You grabbed my wrists, forced my hands above my head and took a solid nipple between your lips. As you drew it into your mouth with you lips and flicked your wet tongue across the end of my swollen teat I did indeed scream and my poor pussy parped and pooted as it flexed its response. I blushed at the distinctive sound and you laughed openly. At that moment your on-screen self climaxed massively, coinciding with the law man beating up the wrong guy, I hoped that were not an omen, for if it were it was an ill one for me.

I screamed once more, this time in raw pain. You had bitten my teat hard causing me a searing agony and provoking me to utter an uncharacteristic string of obscenities, "Oh fuck. Oh shit. Jesus Kirsty. Jesus that hurt. That really fucking hurt me Kirsty!" I should have known it, it was the prelude to your assault on my other teat. First you sucked and flicked, then bit savagely and this time as I screamed my sex gushed as it readied itself to accommodate the invasion it hoped was to follow. "No more Kirsty. I beg you, please no more teasing. Can't take more tease. Please, not tease."

"Shuffle forwards then Susan, you little slut, and I will make you come. I can't have your virginity but I can take this! And as I slipped forwards Kirsty speared my arse with a stiff but well lubricated finger."

I grunted, but not with discomfort, my response was extracted by the sheer novelty of the sensation. Furthermore, the pure dirtiness of what had just been done to me made me lustier than ever. Before I could react Kirsty began to lap at my clitoris and an uncontrollable orgasm began to form. As I exploded I felt my anus tighten upon that invading finger and, just as my climax ought to have begum to subside, you slid your probing digit away, amplifying my orgasm to a new and higher level. Even as I came I felt shattered. I needed a rest but Kirsty you horror, you cared not one jot, your tongue maintained a relentless and remorseless pressure upon my now over delicate little bud and you finger once more buried itself inside my previously unsullied rear cavity. You were licking my clit and fingering my anus and it was heavenly.

Your unceasing attentions soon forced a second orgasm upon me, it followed hard upon the heels of the first leaving me no real time to recover; it were just as intense and was again boosted by the timely withdrawal of that probing finger. The orgasm you bestowed upon me to complete my trio was altogether different; not in terms of its body wracking power but in the sensation it generated. This time licking my clit was secondary to you invading my pussy with two stiff fingers and then bending and flexing them so I felt myself being stretched wide. I would have quickly come from that glorious attack anyway but before I did the tip of one of those fingers located that little spot in the roof of my vagina and concentrated its efforts there. If the first climax was an explosion this were an implosion, the result was superficially the same, a massive orgasm, but the quality was totally different, a massive collapsing of the senses compressing them down into one single overwhelming feeling; I had come mightily hard!

In the end I was so disorientated that I fell forwards toppling you over backwards and as we collided we kissed. I sucked the sweet nectar from right out of your mouth and in response I felt you supping mine. Our embrace, unexpected as it were, soon became a bear hug. But, nevertheless, despite my gratitude for those three earth moving orgasms I was going to reassert my authority over you, you were going to plead and beg, but for what? What a delicious question, I thought; mercy! You would beg for mercy alright. Action, however, had to be postponed, I was exhausted, utterly spent and this time, whilst I sagged like a wet dishcloth, it was you who went to make some tea and discover what types of biscuits I had selected in case we felt peckish.

As I groped for the chair in which I planned to sit and recuperate, my hand settled upon the little pot of grease you had used to lubricate the finger you had slipped inside of my neither passage before you forced me to come so very hard. A favour I was, in a short while, definitely going to return. But you had been a naughty girl and I was determined that you ought to be punished for your crimes to my flesh, you had forced me to commit two sins, seducing me into succumbing to both lust and greed at the same time: I was going to make you atone.

A tray of tea and, not mere biscuits but my lemon drizzle cake too; all served by my little minx, a welcome sight. You had eschewed the tea service and brought sensible mugs depicting Pooh and Tigger, obliviously my clearing out had not been as careful as I thought. Best of all though, you had wisely brewed a large pot. I was hungry but when I checked the clock it was already almost nine; where had the hours gone to? Time had flown by slipping past us. We both demolished two huge wedges of the cake rapidly, I would have called you pig if I had not matched you, we were pair of pigs, lazy pink pigs slouching around in our own squalor.

"Have I shown you the shower yet?" It appeared I had not done so, so I did. You squealed when you saw the extent of it, delight written all over your face. Then, to my amazement, you unselfconsciously plonked yourself down upon the lavatory and proceeded to pee nosily. "I'll just check the hot water," I stammered and disappeared. Sweet, charming and utterly delectable as you were - as you are - I was not quite ready to watch you wipe. It makes me laugh, here was a woman who had just had her finger stuffed in my bum and I did not want to watch her wipe the dribbles away from her pussy.

A huge hot shower, two lusty naked women, soaps, bubbles, oils and scents, the shower soon contained two hot women. I loved the feel of your slippery flesh under my soapy hands, how your nipples sprung back when my thumbs slid over them, the silkiness of your bush, darker and more hairy than mine but not at all course or wiry. We slid and slithered around one another, kissing, massaging and giggling; lots and lots of silly adolescent giggling, two naughty school girls. The towels were just outside, white and vast, I had sewn these utterly outsized monstrosities myself. We took turns to pat and preen one another dry, then style each other's hair. I'm useless and you ended up looking like a bush but my shoulder rub made up for my other inabilities. You relaxed, you lolled, you sagged and as you entered a state of semi-somnolence I struck.

"Kirsty you were a very naughty girl, teasing me like that. And then you penetrated my previously inviolate and virgin arse without even thinking to consult me about that." You giggled and squirmed but did not move. "I'm sorry Kirsty but I will have to punish you for your impudence. Follow me." I took your hand and half led, half dragged you back to the soft chair where, not so long ago, I had sat as you tormented me. I seated myself and, leaning forwards, first suckled upon your left and then you right nipple. You sighed quietly and shuddered gently; obviously you had recovered from your earlier orgasm and were building towards a new one. I pulled you over my knee, face down, backside up and began to work your warm damp slit with one hand, fingers playing with your pussy, thumb working the crack of your bottom. I used my other, free, hand to tickle and stroke your back, the swell of your buttocks and the backs of your plump white thighs.

My probing fingers met with less and less resistance as your sex busily lubricated itself. When I worked your clit by alternating between fast and slow strokes you began to sigh and after I had slipped two fingers of my other hand inside of you, you groaned passionately. I maintained my rubbing and probing until the irregularities in your breathing suggested to me that an orgasm was impending. I slowed right down and your gyrations indicated that I was quite correct, you were close to the edge and desperate not to lose the stimulation. So I stopped, raised my right hand high and spanked your bare bottom. "But, you, were, a, naughty, girl," the intervals between the words punctuated with hard slaps to your right buttock.

"Hey, stop that. Susan, stop it. Susan it's not funny, it hurts." You did wriggle a little and your cheek was a little reddened in places, but hurt? It stung when I hit you, sure it did, my fingers still smarted too, but hurt?. And afterwards, it left a warm tingly, slightly uncomfortable glow, I could see that. Anyway, you dirty slut, despite your howls of protest, you made no effort what-so-ever to wriggle away and escape from me. Which was just as well because I were not done. "You, teased, me, far, too, much," each word spaced by an equally sharp smack to the left buttock. Now your buttocks blazed but when my fingers resumed their stroking of your lips and your wet red bud and probing inside your sex you started to purr like some strange type of outsized cat. Now that disturbing ruddy glow served to emphasise the pleasure you were receiving and I was soon marvelling at just how wet you had become.

"You, dirty, slut, you, pushed, me" six much harder slaps to the right buttock, my fingers stung more than your bottom I suspected, next time it would be the back of a wooden spoon or a wood handled hair brush that beat your posterior to that vivid redness. "Far, to, far, here's, your, reward," and it was, six hard slaps to the left cheek, a mistress has to maintain symmetry, after all it's good for the chi of the servant. 'You are beginning to enjoy this,' I thought. Oh your protests were more voluble now and much more adamant than previously but your struggles were muted and you even pushed your bottom a little higher to take more of the impact. After the smacking was done it was me biting my lips to hide the dreadful stinging in my hand. 

You huffed and puffed as I teased your little love bud for a third time and as I stretched the opening to your sex utilising at first just two but soon three fingers to stimulate that sopping crevice of yours. Your minge was thick with a sticky gloop that clung to my fingers and made everything slide over everything else so frictionlessly. If I were careful I could press hard as I rubbed a fingertip over your clit, an action that made you wail with frustration and desire. "Susan. Susan, let me come now I'm ready." What a pitiable little wail. Anyway, tease and be teased; you were going to have to wait.

"You, want, to, come, your, slut." At last I was beginning to hurt you, you both protested loudly at the five vigorous slaps to your right rump and attempted to wriggle away from the blows in a fruitless effort to ameliorate their severity. "Should, I, let, you, come, slut?"

Even as I walloped your left buttock you whined, "Yes please Susan, please let me come."

"In a moment my little poppet, but first I need to tease your sex again. I don't want a slot or a gully, I want a gushing, gurgling, gorge, I want to hear the lobby of your love tunnel babbling like a brook. Before I trigger your release I want you ragged and rabid with desire." I chuckled to myself, you were beginning to blur the distinction between pleasure and pain; Amanda, an earlier encounter on Literotica, had been right about this. You certainly gushed for me: gushed and pumped and poured; writhed, wriggled and squirmed; cried, sighed and groaned. You were most definitely ready.

"Sit here," I whispered and you took my place. You sat and I knelt between your legs, forcing them wide apart. I invaded you dripping cave with my rabbit, carefully set the bullet to your clitoris and switched everything on at full power. Holding the vibe with one hand I slipped a greasy finger inside of your bottom. At that point I'm not sure you even noticed.

Your vocabulary was suddenly reduced to a few expletives, 'oh shit,' 'fucking' and 'hell' either individually or in permutations. Little doubt that you were climaxing, wave after wave of pleasure running through you in one long, strong, gut wrenching, chest heaving, bum wiggling orgasm. It soon knocked the wind out of you and I had to shove you backwards firmly to prevent you from toppling over into me. And I discovered your dirty but clever secret, every time you spasmed I could feel your bum contracting down upon my finger. So to push you further all I had to do was withdraw it when I felt a constriction and after, push it back inside as you relaxed, transforming your easing of tension into a sensation of being stretched. The change in tenor and the little hitch in your breathing when I did these told me these helped enormously. 




We Meet at Last



It was only when you tried to relax into post-orgasmic bliss that you discovered the true horror of your situation. Your clit was agonisingly sensitive now and I was not stopping. You jerked and twisted, spat and swore; begged, cajoled, even pleaded that it was more than you could take until, in desperation, you pushed me away violently and doubled over clutching between your legs.

"Oh God. Jesus, Sweet Jesus: fucking hell. Oh my poor cunt. Susan, that's agony. Oh Susan," you rasped, "God not again. Phew, that kills. I'm so disgusting. I'm soaking. What are you trying to do to me?"

Secretly I was cursing under my breath, I had been trying to force you to come again but to no avail. "Let's go shower my little minx," I coaxed persuasively.

"OK. Good idea. Yes. But Susan," you admonished sternly, "you are not to soap my pussy."

"No Mistress Kirsty." I laughed.

"And don't mistress me, we are going to bed soon and we are going to cuddle. Just cuddle!"

"And kiss too mistress," I interjected.

"And kiss too," you repeated dreamily.

"And gently stroke one another's naked flesh mistress, feel the smoothness and the softness of bare skin upon bare skin."

"And kiss and sooth and savour," you intoned hypnotically. "Yes kiss, sooth and savour, savour Susan's flavour." I steered you to the shower and hoped the sharp jets would return you to this world. A partial success, at least after you made sense. Once dried and before bed we dined, simply. You eschewed all my luxuries and we ate beans on toast: good beans, Crosse and Blackwell - many argue even better than Heinz, - home baked bread, heading towards being a touch stale, so perfect for toast, local English butter delicately salted: a gourmand's feast of the everyday.

Then we retired. We bid one another goodnight but after we kissed, then we cuddled and finally we soothed and stroked. Flesh upon flesh, breast mashing breast, thigh clasped by and to thigh. Fingers explored deep cracks and dark cervices but we were utterly satisfied and totally spent. Do you recall our final exchange Kirsty?

You kissed me with a passion, holding my head so I could not break away even if I had wished to. Then, as you pulled back, you whispered, "Susan that was good, really good, I would not have missed it for worlds but please, Susan, never force me to do that again it's agony and ecstasy all rolled into one and it's just too much for me.

"Don't worry minx, I promise. I promise I'll never do that to you again until your are tied up and absolutely powerless to resist."

"Oh God, Are you serious?" And with that you fell fast asleep so I cuddled up spoonwise, threw an arm around you, cupped a breast and joined you in sweet slumber.