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Natasha

By: Patrick



I stood at the kitchen sink slowly working my way through the unusually large pile of dishes, glancing from time to time out of the window at the small group of kids cavorting around the pool. Kids? I shook my head wonderingly, some of them didn’t look much like kids any more even though they were all of a similar age to my daughter Natasha. She had just turned 18, and this was a slightly belated birthday party. When she’d first asked for the party I was a little dubious, heck the last thing I needed was a tribe of screaming kids around, but I couldn’t really refuse Natasha, she’d taken it very badly when her mother left three years ago, and was only now starting to come out of it and start smiling again. So I’d agreed and had even done much of the catering myself, to the surprise and delight of Natasha’s friends, who thoroughly enjoyed the meal.

But as for a tribe of screaming kids, well they were a little noisy jumping in and out of the pool, and that was to be expected when 6 or 7 teenage girls get together, but kids they certainly weren’t. My mind flashed back to the two who had recently rushed into the kitchen to get themselves a cool drink, I’d turned to say something to them, but had only managed to gape. They were both kneeling in front of the fridge peering in, trying to decide what to drink, with them leaning forward and me standing up looking downwards I had a perfectly clear and uninterrupted view of their firm young breasts almost spilling out of their bikini tops, and I found myself reacting almost violently, my cock leaping and jerking inside my shorts. I quickly turned away, shocked by my reaction, and worked furiously at the dishes until they had left, then I collapsed against the sink and groaned. Damn it was time I had another woman in my life, three years of abstinence was playing havoc with my hormones, I needed to get myself under control and fast.

Once again I glanced through the window, and groaned aloud, damn, there was another one, just so sexy. She was standing at the pool’s edge, her back to me, bent over ready to dive in, her bikini bottoms had crept almost totally into the crack of her ass so it looked almost naked as she hesitated before diving. Everything took on that freeze frame, slow motion aspect, and I could clearly see the interplay of the muscles in her ass cheeks as she rocked slightly back and forth. My cock was immediately rock hard as my eyes almost bored into her cute, sexy ass, then she hurled herself into the water and churned down the pool, turning at the far end and churning back down again, and I watched her all the way, totally mesmerized. Then she stood up, laughing, and I gasped in shock, it was Natasha, my own daughter that I’d just been perving on, that I’d just reacted to with the biggest, hardest erection of the day so far.

I knew it was time for me to get out, to get as far away from these horny young ladies as possible, but I was stuck, I’d promised their parents that I’d be here the whole time. As all these thoughts were going through my head I was still standing staring out at Natasha as she laughed and spoke to one of her friends off to the side, then she placed her hands on the side of the pool and levered herself out of the water, and I groaned afresh and a huge shudder ran through me as I found myself staring at her amazingly ripe breasts almost escaping from her bikini, indeed, momentarily one breast did pop out and I found myself staring lustfully at her hard, almost ruby red nipple, before she quickly popped her breast back in as she stood up and clearly made some joking comment to one of her friends, as I heard the extra loud peals of laughter ring out. Then she turned and waved and grinned at me through the window, and I flushed with embarrassment, damn, she’d known I was there, probably knew that I’d seen her little accident, how was I going to face her later.

Fortunately, at that point I came to the end of the dishes, so I scuttled out of the kitchen, grabbing an ice cold drink as I left, and retired to my study, flicked on the computer and started to surf the net. For a while I couldn’t concentrate, images of those nubile young things out at the pool kept on intruding, but eventually I found some interesting information I’d been looking for and started to concentrate again on the more mundane realities of life, like work.

The next couple of hours sped by as I engrossed myself in the new information I’d found on the web, so much so that I was quite startled when there was a knock on the door and Natasha called out that some of her friend’s parents had arrived to take them home. I hurried out and played the gracious host for a short while. accepting the girl’s thanks and their parents thanks and waving them on their way. Over the next half hour the rest of the parent’s turned up and the girls all left, and I slipped into the kitchen, knowing there would at least be some glasses to wash and dry. I was surprised on glancing out of the window to realize that it was dark already, wow, where had all the time gone.

A beaming Natasha then came in with another lot of glasses and stood there telling me how great the party had been and how much everyone had enjoyed it, and how wonderful the food was, etc. I listened and smiled and washed the glasses, glad that at least she was back in normal clothes and I wasn’t subjected to what had happened earlier, although just the thought of that had my cock starting to twitch again, especially when she snuggled into me real close and gazing up at me asked if I’d liked her friends. When I laughingly said they seemed a lovely group, she grinned and said that some of them thought I was quite a spunk – which made me flush a little – and I tried not to seem too eager when I asked laughingly who could possible be so blind. When she told me it was the two girls that I’d reacted to in the kitchen, I almost reacted again, remembering their hot little breasts, and maybe it showed a little on my face, because Natasha looked strangely at me, “Are you ok , daddy?, you look quite flushed” she said.

“Oh, I’m fine” I muttered, “guess it must be the steam from the water”

She nodded and smiled, but with a lift of her eyebrow that said she wasn’t totally convinced I was telling the truth. “Well, if you’re really ok, I think I’ll go off to bed, it’s been an exciting day, thank you so much, daddy, I know you didn’t really want all those people here, but it was lovely, and I really enjoyed it” she said, and lifted onto tip toes to brush her lips across my cheeks, then dashed from the room.

For some reason the heat of her lips stayed with me long after she’d gone, a discomforting reminder of the feelings I’d experienced that day. Heck, she’d kissed me before and I’d never reacted like this, it could only be the turned on feeling that all those nubile young girls had given me earlier that evening. I finished the dishes and cleared up in the lounge room then headed back to my study to resume my work on the computer, but this time I couldn’t settle and couldn’t concentrate at all. Eventually I gave up in disgust and closed the computer down and wandered into my bedroom, standing staring for a long moment out at the pool glistening in the moonlight, then making a sudden decision to take a dip, after all it was still very warm, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get straight off to sleep. I smiled to myself as I undressed, maybe a dip in a nice cool pool was just what I needed to get rid of the heat that was inside me, a heat which even now had my cock standing almost to attention.

Damn, I was never going to squeeze that into my bathers. I looked out again, remembering that Natasha had said she was going to bed, there was no one else around and the neighbors couldn’t see over the fences at all, so why bother, I thought. For a moment I stood there undecided, almost unaware that I was gently stroking my cock and it was swiftly rising to full attention, but when I did realize it I pulled my hand away sharply, groaning. Damn, how stupid, now I had to go in like that. Quietly I eased the sliding glass doors open that led from my bedroom to the patio, and walked outside. The moon was surprisingly bright, bathing the back yard in quite a glow, I looked up, stopping for a moment as a cloud scudded across, then realized I’d walked around the pool to the shallow end, so without any hesitation I dove in, cutting the water fairly cleanly so there was very little splash, and stroking almost eagerly up the length of the pool.

The sudden coolness of the water had the immediate effect I’d been hoping for, collapsing my erection like a pricked balloon, so when I reached the wall I felt comfortable and at ease. I held onto the wall for a moment, then did a slow backstroke down to my original starting point. As my arm came over on the last stroke, instead of a hard wall I found a soft squirmy body and a loud giggle “Oh daddy, look where you’re going”

I was so shocked I promptly turned turtle and took in a mouthful of water and came up spluttering and coughing with tears streaming from my eyes, “What…how…where did you come from?” I spluttered.

“I was here when you came out, didn’t you see me?” she asked, laughing at my discomfort.

“No, you weren’t, you couldn’t have been” I stammered, hoping against hope that I was right.

She grinned at me “I can prove it by telling you what you looked like” she said, mischievously.

I looked at her blankly, then it hit me like a sledge hammer, I’d walked out to the pool with the most enormous erection, oh God she hadn’t? ….. but one look at the grin on her face and I knew she had. I felt my face go the brightest shade of red imaginable.

“Whatever were you thinking of, daddy?, all those gorgeous girls in the pool this afternoon perhaps?” she asked impishly.

“Natasha!” I exclaimed, “how could you think……”

“Well” she broke in, laughing, “you were certainly looking at them, and at me too, I saw you. All the girls saw you, and all of them were trying to catch your eye, I told you, they think you’re quite a spunk, did you think they were pretty….and sexy?”

“Natasha!” I exclaimed again, my vocabulary suddenly very limited, “You shouldn’t speak to your father like that”

“Sorry, daddy” she said, looking suddenly very contrite, “I didn’t mean to tease, but you did like them didn’t you?”

I sighed loudly and tried to look away, “Well, ok, I admit that they were all pretty and I did look…but none of them was as pretty as you” I quickly added.

“Really, daddy, you mean that, I thought Samantha was much prettier than me and certainly much bigger” she said.

I found myself flushing again, “Well I can’t speak about size, I mean I wasn’t that close…gulp…but no one is as beautiful as you” I stammered.

“Oh daddy, you are sweet” she said, and lurched up out of the water and threw her arms around my neck. It was then I realized why she’d been crouched down with only her head showing…she wasn’t wearing a bikini top!…in fact, as her young body folded itself into mine I realized with a start that she wasn’t wearing a costume at all.

“Natasha!” I gasped, damn, same vocabulary again, “You’re not wearing…why…what”

She giggled into my neck, “Well if it’s ok for you to wear nothing, it’s ok for me too”

I groaned, knowing full well I should break away immediately, but her naked body felt so good, so right pressed up against me, her firm young breasts pressing into my chest, her hard nipples almost burning into me, and my reaction was too quick for me to hide anyway, as my cock started to throb and grow, pressing against her upper leg. I did make an effort, I reached up and tried to pry her hands from around my neck, but that just seemed to make her wriggle more, “No, daddy, please, I like it like this” she whispered, her face upturned to mine, and we stood like that a long moment, a moment when my cock got harder and harder and pressed ever more firmly into her. My hands had fallen back to her shoulders and then down to her back, and then onto the slopes of her naked buttocks, lightly caressing her, and still we stood there, not a word said.

Then, with a deep groan I lowered my lips to hers, felt hers part immediately and my tongue dart inside, felt a huge shudder run through her body, felt her tongue come out to dance with mine, and we were kissing wildly and passionately. I don’t know how long that kiss lasted, but when I finally pulled away I was shaking from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. We were both breathing like we’d just run a mile in record time, her firm young breasts heaving and bouncing around, drawing my eyes, “Do you really think they’re beautiful daddy” she whispered.

“Oh yes” I said, another shudder running through me, “as beautiful as I’ve ever seen”, and I lifted one hand and gently cupped one of her breasts. She seemed to arch backwards as I stroked her breast, rolling the hard nipple between my finger and thumb, causing it to swell even more and a shiver to run through her, then I leaned down and brushed my lips lightly over it, running my tongue around her hot nipple, bringing a groan from her throat.

“Oh daddy, that feels so good” she whispered, “I don’t ever want you to stop”

Well I didn’t want to stop either, right or wrong didn’t seem to matter any more, all I wanted was to please her…and to please me too…I was on fire.

Without another word I led her to the steps and helped her out of the pool, taking the opportunity to gaze lovingly at her tight sexy ass. Then I was leading her to my room, my hand around her waist, hand resting on her tight ass cheeks, and she was looking up at me, a smile on her face, and her hand lightly stroking my massive cock.

Then we were inside, and I guided her to my bed and sat her down, “Are you sure you want this?” I whispered.

A shudder ran through her, but didn’t disturb the smile on her face, “Oh yes, Daddy, whatever, you want” she whispered back.

I took her hands and guided it to my throbbing cock, “I want you to lick and suck my cock first, get to know it before it comes into you, do you understand?” I asked.

She gazed at my big cock from just a few inches away, and her tongue came out to sweep across her lips, “Yes daddy, I know” she said, and leaned down and started to run her tongue up and down the length of it. My body almost exploded on the spot, god it had been so long since a woman had done that to me, and now, my own daughter, oh, wow it was so hot. I watched as her lips and tongue teased and played with my cock and my balls, and was surprised at how much she seemed to be enjoying it, occasionally she would glance up at me and grin, “Mmm, daddy. You’re so big and hot, am I doing it right?” God was she ever! She was driving me wild, and I knew I’d better stop it before I blew my stack.

She actually mewed with disappointment as I moved her away and eased her down onto the bed, but those quickly turned to mews of pleasure as my own hands, lips and tongue took to her body, searching out and caressing every single part from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. When I got to her pussy, she literally went wild, thrashing about and almost falling off the bed, crying and screaming her delight, urging me on…and I was all too willing to oblige, dipping my tongue into her tight, juicy pussy, reaming her tight little ass, sucking on her surprisingly large clit, and lifting her through a number of quick, surging orgasms.

Then she was pulling at me, urging me up, my tongue running over her stomach to her incredibly firm beautifully formed breasts with their tight hot nipples, and she was reaching down for me, clasping my rock hard cock and rubbing its head up and down her pussy lips, “Please, daddy,” she whispered hotly, “Please, come into me”

Well I don’t think a stampeding herd of elephants could have stopped me or pulled me away by this time, I wanted her so badly. I reached down and hooked my hands behind her ass cheeks and lifted her slightly, allowing the tip of my cock to slide into her pussy lips and she cried out, “Oh yes, oh god yes, daddy”, spreading her legs wider still.

“Oh Natasha, daddy wants you so much, daddy wants to fuck you” I whispered hotly and pressed my cock ever deeper into her tight pussy, spreading the walls wide, god she was so tight. She screamed once more as I lanced so deep that my balls cannoned into her raised ass cheeks, and I held still for a moment, waiting for the pain to ease, the pain I knew she’d felt as her hymen had been split by my ramming cock. Oh god, I’d just taken my daughter’s cherry! the fire was raging in me, and I started to move, slowly at first and not very far, but as she loosened up and started to respond, my strokes got longer and harder, and soon I was fucking her like crazy, lifting her ass and pounding my cock into her, and she was crying out again, not with pain this time, but with pleasure and delight.

“Oh yes daddy, fuck me hard, so good, Oh I do love your cock in me” she cried, and I fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her, amazing myself a little with how long I was managing to last in her tight hot pussy, but then I knew I was close to coming, my balls were bubbling and boiling like crazy, my cock starting to swell. Oh god, I suddenly couldn’t remember if I’d arranged for her to be on the pill, and I was just about to let fly. I quickly pulled out, hearing her deep groan of disappointment, and grabbed my hot cock and started to pump it, but she grabbed it away from me and pumped it like mad, and after just a few seconds I was exploding. Great arches of hot, white cum juice spraying over her breasts and her face and her body, and she was screaming and trying to catch it in her mouth, so I leaned forward and jammed my cock into her mouth, spewing the final spurts deep into her throat, fucking her mouth like I’d been fucking her pussy.

God what a hot , horny mess of cum, all over her, and she, lying there with a smile like a Cheshire cat all over her face, “Mmmm daddy, that was so good, but why didn’t you shoot into me…pout…I wanted you in me” she said.

I groaned, “I wasn’t sure if you were protected” I said.

She grinned, “Of course, daddy, I’m not silly you know, I organized that when I turned 13…just in case” My eyes flew wide and she laughed, then reached up and stroked my face, “But I was saving it for you, daddy, except you never seemed to notice me, well not as a woman, that is” she added.

I looked down at her and grinned, “Oh, if you only knew, I’ve been noticing you ever since you were 14” I said.

She grinned right back and reached down and cupped my still partially hard cock, “Well” she said, “Now that you’ve done more than notice me, now that your beautiful cock has filled me up and I’ve made you cum, now I’m a real woman….your woman…whenever you want me”

That sent a hot shudder right through me, and I looked at her with entirely new eyes, then let those eyes drift down her tight, succulent body, “Oh yes. Natasha, you’re daddy’s girl from now on, and there’s nothing I wont do to make you happy” I said, hotly.

She reached up and placed a finger over my lips, and pouted, “I’m daddy’s woman, not daddy’s girl, and I’m going to make sure you never look at another woman … unless I want you too!” she said , and grinned, “Maybe if you’re extra good to me I’ll get some of my friends to come around and…………”

Oh Jesus, the thought of her horny young friends just about exploded me again, and without any warning I rammed my newly erect cock back into her tight pussy. Causing her to scream and wail some more, as I fucked her even harder than the first time, and this time, much to her delight I didn’t pull out, I filled her steaming pussy with my hot cum juice, filled it to overflowing!!! Then I lay between her legs and slowly and sensuously licked my cum juice from her pussy, enjoying the almost cloyingly sweet taste of our fused juices, enjoying the shaking and shuddering of her body as my tongue reamed around her throbbing , swollen clitoris, enjoying her cries and whimpers as still more orgasms rippled through her. God, I couldn’t get enough of her succulent body.


Natasha



Elle est là, contre moi, et mon corps tremble imperceptiblement d'une tension nerveuse incontrôlée, excitation et appréhension mêlée.

Impossible de me raisonner. Malgré son sourire et ses yeux qui m'appellent, je reste paralysé,

incapable de faire un mouvement. Et pourtant.

Son corps, qu'elle montre sans poser, se dévoile par touches discrètes comme une jarretière de bas. Cette dernière m'hypnotise, monopolise mon

regard et mon esprit s'affole à deviner et imaginer les trésors cachés derrière la frontière de nylon.

Ma main se pose le long de sa jambe et mon coeur bondit, surpris par ma propre hardiesse. Anxieux, j'attends une réaction qui ne vient pas.

Subrepticement, comme un voleur, mes doigts se tendent et viennent effleurer sa cuisse. Une caresse, furtive, qu'aucune dérobade ne vient

troubler.

Fondant comme neige au soleil, ma peur s'évanouit. Ma main prend son essor et possession de sa cuisse. Je la laisse courir sur le bas, glisser du genou à la jarretière. D'entre ses jambes rayonne une chaleur enivrante que j'évite encore. Je veux livrer à nos regards la vision du fruit qu'on ne défend plus. Pour ce faire, je relève par touches indécises le bas de sa jupe, découvrant peu à peu le haut de sa jambe. Quand mes doigts effleurent finalement sa peau laissée nue par le bas, ils propagent sa chaleur comme une vague à travers tout mon corps. Ma main

s'immobilise et je me repais du contraste de sa douceur avec le crissant du nylon. Sa main se pose sur la mienne et m'invite à reprendre. Je caresse à l'envie ce carré de peau soyeuse et tiède et mes doigts effleurent tantôt son string, tantôt son bas.

Je l'entends qui soupire. Elle s'étire en arrière, cambrant le dos et poussant son ventre à ma rencontre. Puis sa main se pose, exigeante, sur la mienne. Je ne bouge plus. Je la laisse me guider entre ses cuisses brûlantes. Elle applique ma main contre son sexe puis s'arrête.

Un moment, je reste là sans bouger. Je sens son désir sous ma paume et la moiteur légère qui traverse la dentelle. L'appréhension a laissé place à l'excitation. Ma main glisse de haut en

bas, prend possession de son ventre, revient sur ses cuisses toujours gainées puis les contourne, s'aventure aux abords de ses fesses et retourne

à son sexe où elle retrouve sa main.

Elle rayonne de chaleur et d'envie. Son regard, son corps qui se tend, ses mains pesantes, tout en elle est un appel au plaisir. Impatiente, elle

presse ses doigts contre la dentelle, comme si elle voulait la transpercer, faire tomber l'ultime barrière qui la retient de jouir.

Subjugué, je la regarde, frissonnante et frustrée. Elle implore, m'attire à

nouveau. Je viens à son secours et franchis la barrière. Ma main passe sous le string et s'étale, rampante, sur ses lèvres nues. Sa peau est encore plus lisse, encore plus douce. Mes doigts se couvrent d'humidité que j'étale au hasard. J'explore.

Je vais et je viens entre ses lèvres puis j'agace son clitoris. Je joue de son sexe comme d'un instrument duquel je tire des plaintes, des 

soupirs, des sursauts.

Toujours plus impatiente, elle m'agrippe à nouveau et presse mes doigts contre l'orée de son vagin. Je préfère prendre mon temps, ne pas la

brusquer malgré son désir pressant. Un doigt, un seul, s'immisce lentement, pressant les parois comme pour les élargir. Je l'enfonce aussi loin que possible, à m'en faire mal à la main. Une fois abuté, je frotte, je caresse, j'agace le fond de son vagin et ses cris sont autant

d'encouragements à d'autres sévices délicieux. Très vite, le pouce remplace l'index, élargissant encore, et le va et vient commence, ponctué par 

des pauses profondes. Le rythme s'accélère d'une passion violente. C'est un viol consenti, les jambes écartelées, qui tire sa jouissance de sa

brutalité. Elle jouit. Image de rêve.

Ma main s'est arrêtée. Lentement, je l'abandonne. Je lui donne à lécher son nectar et sa bouche gourmande aspire mes doigts. Est-ce son propre goût qui l'excite? Car à peine a-t-elle repris conscience que sa nature insatiable l'entraîne à nouveau. Un à un, elle se défait des voiles qui recouvrent ses appâts. Ne subsistent bientôt que ses bas et son porte-jarretelles. 

D'un geste, ouvrant les bras, elle m'invite à la prendre. Comment (pourquoi) résister?

Je la caresse, du cou aux genoux, et mes lèvres se posent à la suite de mes mains. Je bois sa peau, je lèche son parfum et mon corps réagit à 

l'appel de la chair qui suinte de tous ses pores. Irrésistiblement attirée, ma bouche dérive vers son sexe luisant. Je m'agenouille entre ses jambes

écartées. Chocolat et rose sont les couleurs de ses lèvres. Je pose mes mains de part et d'autre et ma bouche vient sceller son vagin. Je goûte 

le fruit de sa jouissance, délicieuse friandise qui se déverse sans fin sur ma langue. Elle soupire de bonheur et je vois ses mains toujours 

insistantes qui s'égarent sur ses seins et son ventre, appelant encore le plaisir.

Délaissant sa source, je fais glisser ma langue le long de ses lèvres, de haut en bas. Puis, délicatement, je découvre son clitoris entre mes 

doigts, bouton de chair turgescent. Je l'interroge du regard. Sans un mot, haletante, elle réclame et attend mon bon vouloir. Je pourrais la faire languir mais l'envie est trop forte. Je veux l'entendre crier et se tordre sous ma langue. Cette dernière se transforme, se fait reptilienne et fouette son clitoris à petits coups rapides. S'arrête. Lèche lentement, pesamment. Puis reprend de plus belle. Plus belle, elle l'est quand son corps ondule incontrôlé, ses yeux grands ouverts sont aveuglés, ses mains caressent sans but. Elle m'affole et ma bouche engloutit le bouton sensible qui roule entre mes lèvres. Je le 

lèche et l'aspire, le presse et mordille. Ses mains empoignent ma tête et me collent à son pubis, comme pour se noyer dans ma bouche. Ses plaintes se font plus aiguës, plus pressantes, et elle jouit encore.

Je m'allonge à ses cotés. A leur tour, ses mains se posent sur moi,cherchent ma peau. Mes vêtements disparaissent et je me soumets à ses

caresses. De ma bouche qu'elle embrasse, elle descend vers mon ventre. J'aime ses lèvres sur ma peau, l'avidité de sa bouche. Elle agace mes

mamelons et les fais durcir avant de descendre plus bas. Elle s'empare de mon sexe et m'emprisonne, menotté par ses lèvres. Je perds la notion de l'espace et du temps. Je ne vois plus que son visage. Mes mains dans ses cheveux, je m'abandonne à son baiser, experte, qui décuple mon érection.

Mon sexe pulse sous sa langue et bientôt mon esprit n'a plus qu'une envie : déposer mon offrande dans ce temple du plaisir qui m'accueille. Mais elle veut autre chose.

Quand elle estime que son labeur est suffisant, elle me libère et s'allonge.

" Viens "

Offerte, elle attend que s'immisce en elle le dard qui pointe entre mes jambes. Je m'introduit, lentement. Précaution inutile, son vagin serré est un fourreau dans lequel je glisse sans à-coup. Je pénètre sa gaine de chair chaude et souple jusqu'à mêler nos pubis. Ses jambes se nouent dans mon dos. Ses mains agrippent mes hanches et leur imprime un rythme impatient.

Je l'accompagne un instant puis m'immobilise pour reprendre sur un autre tempo. Je la pourfends à coups secs, en travers comme pour la transpercer.

Puis, je coulisse de toute la longueur de mon sexe, profondément. Peu à peu, les mouvements de nos bassins se synchronisent, langoureux ballet aux sonorités humides et gutturales. Les souffles se changent en râles, les soupirs en cris. Nos deux ventres brûlent d'explosions incontrôlées dont les souffles bientôt se rejoignent. Aux spasmes orgasmiques de son vagin répondent les jaillissantes pulsations de mon sexe et nos cris d'extase résonnent dans la chaleur de notre abri.



Natasha



Natasha gazed in the full-length mirror, peering into her own eyes. Slowly she gazed over her whole body. She drank in every inch of herself. Starting with her long, flowing strawberry blonde hair that reached her curvaceous ass. Her eyes were almond shaped, bursting with color in the iris. They were an interesting mixture of hazel, green and amber. Her nose was just right for her face, nice and thin. Her pink lips were full and pouty. Her skin, the color of ivory with a touch of blush. As she gazed at her lips, she traced them with her fingers, thinking of all the naughty things she has done with them. Girls and boys alike, she kissed them all. Her favorite was her best friend Candy. She remembered the time when they were 19, 3 years ago, and had gotten drunk. They stayed up all night that night, fucking each other. Her pussy was getting damp over the mere thought of that evening. It had been the first time that either one of them made it with a woman, and it was awesome.

Her eyes wander down the slender slope of her shoulders and arms, noting the freckles splashed in a random pattern. Down to her full breasts. Her pink nipples were slightly erect as she grazed them with her slender fingers. Natasha's hands cupped her perfect C cup breasts; she was in awe over the weight of them. She thought of all of the times she'd had her tits fucked, and grinned. Natasha loved the feeling of hot cum, spraying across her neck, giving her a pearl necklace. She recalled the look on her college professor's face as he exploded on her neck. Originally she had gone into his office to talk about her grade, she felt she deserved better than a C- on her term paper. Natasha got the idea to do him a favor once she rose to leave and noticed the bulge in his pants. 

"Ooh, what's this?" she cooed as she sauntered over to him. He was speechless as she unzipped his pants and took his member into her mouth. Somehow, she still doesn't recall how, her shirt ended up on the floor. She sucked his cock for what seemed like hours, when he exploded on her chest while he screamed: 

"You're getting an A!" She was very pleased with that.

Her eyes and hands moved further down her body, to her firm torso, tracing her navel. She toyed with the navel ring she had done a week before. Her hands went further down her ivory skin and caressed her full hips. Natasha thought of her boyfriend, Tim, grabbing her hips whilst he fucked her from behind. His 9-inch long cock penetrating her tight pussy. His hands pulling her long hair while calling her his bitch. She groaned as she remembered the sting of his hand, smacking her ass, the feeling of total submission as he rammed into her body. Natasha loved the feeling of being controlled. The last time they made love, Tim chocked her as he fucked her, she came so hard she thought she was in heaven. Her fingers wandered over to her blonde bush, brushing through her hair, feeling the river of juices flowing out of her pussy. 

Then, Natasha decided to lie down on the bed. All the thoughts of her past deeds had gotten her hot. She reached into the bureau drawer and pulled out her favorite toy, a Pyrex juicer. It glistened in the dim light, and she caressed the blue nubs and red stripes. She positioned herself in the perfect manner on her bed so she was able to watch herself in the mirror. 

Natasha wet her toy with her pink pierced tongue. She laid back on her bed and spread her legs. Her fingers spread her delicate velvet lips. With her right hand, she began rubbing her clit in a circular motion. With her left hand she inserted her dildo into her eager pussy. The first thrust, she sank it halfway in and let out a loud moan. She felt her pussy tightening down on it as she hit her g-spot. She thrust the toy in and out of her tight pussy, cumming for the first time after the third stroke. That orgasm only made her hotter, so she fucked herself harder with the glass beast. She watched herself in the mirror as she came again and again. Thoughts of her and her Tim ran through her mind. She began fantasizing of having a three-some with him and her friend, Candy. Natasha hadn't tried a threesome before, but Tim had been begging her to try it. She fucked herself hard thinking of eating Candy's pussy while Tim pounded her pussy. The dildo felt so good, sliding in and out of her velvet tunnel, the nubs exciting her the most. She wanted to see Candy riding Tim's cock, while she fingered herself in the chair next to the bed. After 25 minutes, she came harder than she ever had before. With a sigh, Natasha withdrew her toy from her pussy and licked it clean with her hot pink tongue.

Satisfied, Natasha laid down on her bed with a sigh. She began planning how to make his fantasy come true, as she picked up the phone, to call Candy. 



Natasha



Natasha...

It was not April in Paris, as the song goes, rather August and very warm. Not hot but enough to make me perspire under the light black leather jacket. I swung the bike wide around a silly looking French automobile with a pan-caked rear-end and wondered for the tenth time how a designer could do something so ugly.

So much for the French. Give me an English Jag or Austin-Healy mk2000, or a Porsche or a Ferrari, even an American Corvette, but damn, those Peugeot's looked like the word sounded, nasty. 

I eased through traffic moving on the wrong side of the road as far as I was concerned and headed for the passage beneath the Arch of Triumph growing ever larger before me. I bought to bike, a little 125cc Honda machine in London a few weeks ago after an English girl educated me about busses and trains in Europe. She had laughed at me. "You'll spend most of your time waiting or trying to figure out schedules."

I had seen the sights in London and was trying fish&chips and a cup of tea that was mostly sugar and milk when she smiled at me and asked if I was American. I guess it shows. The English girl showed me a few sights not often seen by tourists.

But now I was in Paris. I had seen the Normandy beaches and the acres and acres of white crosses in the cemeteries that held the dead from the second big war and the first big war. It was a sobering trip during which I almost got squashed by a huge truck that suddenly turned in front of me without signaling. 

I saw the river through the eyes of a 1930's Hemingway reader and Montmartre and the Louvre and even the Mona Lisa and the Venus D'Milo. I had directions for the Rodin outdoor gallery but I was thinking I had missed a turn and was lost. But I did want to pass under the Arch and add it to the Eiffel Tower as famous sites I had seen in gay Paree.

Well, I passed under the Arch and all the gawking tourists and got caught up in a traffic circle; not for the first time. When I finally cursed my way out, I was even more lost than before.

It turned out to be a good thing.

I kept moving through lessening traffic and narrow streets paved with cobblestone that left me uneasy as the bike slithered and swayed on the uneven surface. I slowed down and for no reason turned left onto an even narrower street, almost an alleyway. It was like a storybook street in a child's story. It was completely lined with great leafy trees with flowers and bushes everywhere and storefronts and buildings that would have looked normal in the 17th Century.

A large red and white umbrella sprouting from a single table caused me to turn my head; the blonde girl at the table took my full attention and the bike decided to lurch to the left all in the same instant of time. I knew I could not regain control so I dismounted with a huge jump keeping one hand on the handlebar. It worked. Barely.

I took a deep breath and exhaled and looked around to see if my rather gauche entrance had been observed. It had.

She was shaking her head slowly from side to side with a teeth showing grin greeting my embarrassment. I smiled back, turned the engine off and walked the bike next to a tree and leaned it there.

"May I join you?"

"If you wish..." She had an accent to her English answer, but it did not sound French.

"Thank you..." I said as I looked around the small plaza, pulled a chair out and lowered myself into it.

"I thought you had lost it!" She said with an even wider grin.

"Yeah, me too..." I gazed at her high forehead, prominent cheek bones, sculpted nose and full sensual lips. I almost gasped out loud, she was beautiful! Her faced was an elongated oval framed by straight golden colored hair that hung down past her shoulder on one side and fell down her back on the other. She was dressed in a wide peasant skirt of several colors and a short sleeved light blue blouse open at the neck.

"That's what caused your almost accident!" She chuckled at me.

I blinked my eyes. "What?"

"You were staring at me."

"I was?"

She lightly lifted a hand and waved it at me. "Yes, you were."

"Oh." I think I was at a loss for words. I reached into the jacket pocket for cigarettes and a lighter and lit one up.

"I don't like men who smoke."

I took a lung full of smoke but exhaled it away from her. "Is that so?"

"Aren't you going to put it out for me?"

I stood up slowly and put the cigarette package and lighter back in my pocket. "They cost too much to waste." I turned to walk away from her.

"You don't have to leave," she said softly, "I don't suppose it will kill me."

I turned back to her and tried to read the expression on her face. I couldn't. I took another deep pull on the smoke and flipped it high and long out into the cobbled street. "Only wasted part of it..."

She smiled as I sat back down. "I am from Moscow, in Russia."

A waiter picked that moment to appear, I ordered a Pernod and water and asked if I could buy a drink for her. She nodded and ordered a white wine.

"I may not be old enough to drink alcohol." She said with a quirky little smile.

I grinned wide. "This is France! Kids drink wine from baby bottles here. I don't think anyone will notice. How old are you?"

"I am nineteen; not too long ago my birthday came."

"You are Russian? You speak very good English."

"Do you think so? I have not had much chance to try it. You...you are not English?"

"American..." I tilted my head in a slight bow to her, "from the state of Washington on the west coast."

"I am called Natasha."

"I am John." I reached out and took her fingers in my right hand; they were cool to the touch.

Entranced by her looks, I had failed to notice the leather bound book on the table to her left. I picked it up. "Pasternak...hmmm, I know the name but I do not recall reading the work?"

"He is a Russian Poet. Pasternak has a unique philosophy of life that seeps through his every word. He is a great, brilliant poet, writer and translator. I blinked as she spoke; savoring the accent of her words, her full grasp of English and the words she chose to say. I smiled and leaned forward. "You are a student?"

"How could you know?" She gave me a puzzled look.

"How could I not know?" I smiled at her. "Would you read me what you were reading?"

"You like poetry?"

"Yes, very much, at least some of it..."

"I am not certain my English is good enough to read to you, but the book is in Russian..."

The waiter came. I reached into my pocket once again and spread both English and French coins and bills on the table. She smiled and handed him the proper amount.

"Your English is wonderful, Natasha. I would like you to read for me."

She took a small sip, tilted her head back closed her eyes and savored it, then swallowed and opened the book.

"There'll be no one in the house ..."

"Boris Pasternak

There'll be no one in the house Save for twilight. All alone, Winter's day seen in the space that's Made by curtains left undrawn.

Only flash-past of the wet white Snowflake clusters, glimpsed and gone. Only roofs and snows, and save for Roofs and snow -- no one at home...."

She finished that one and at my urging read me: 'Winter's Night.' I watched and listened as she spoke. At times she would look up at me without a pause in the words or close her eyes and keep reciting. She knew the works by heart. It was not just her appearance that entranced me; I fell in love as she read.

We talked for an hour but ordered only one more drink.

I mentioned Antonio Carlos Jobim and here eyes moistened as she named several songs by the Brazilian Composer, singer and guitarist. I told her the Philosopher I most admired was born in Russia and she said: "Ayn Rand, born in St. Petersburg, her Russian name was Alisa. 

We spoke of Art and Classical music and poets and writers, words from both of us tumbling over each other in a frantic race to be heard.

Several times during that hour, I shivered when she seemed to know the next word or the next thought I was about to utter. Her eyes got wide several times and her nostril flared when I quoted a poem, 'Jenny Kiss'd me', by Leigh Hunt. It was a favorite of hers also.

We finally stopped talking and just stared at each other, deep into the eyes.

"I think I have never met a man such as you..." She looked away and lowered her head.

"I have dreamed of meeting someone like you." I too, looked away.

We remained silent for long moments. I heard the noises of the street come back into my consciousness; even the sound of a bird and of children playing and cars going by.

And then we both spoke at the same moment.

"Would you go with me to the Rodin exhibit?"/"My mother will be looking for me soon."

We both laughed. I reached for her hands and she let me take them in mine. "Please?"

"Oh, I want to! But..."

"Your mother is out? Can you leave a note for her?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes...I can do this. You would wait for me?"

"Oh, yes, I will wait...but hurry...please!"

"You say please two times. That happy makes me....ah, I mean that makes me happy! Oh, I am so excited. I love Rodin!"

She quickly stood and hurried off across the plaza, looking back once before she disappeared into the building.

I finished my drink and looked a dozen times in the direction she had gone. Would I ever see her again? Was it real? It seemed too perfect to be real. I began to doubt if it were real...until I saw the book she had left behind.

The waiter stopped at the table again. I shook my head 'no', but I took his arm: "Rodin?" I said and then set my chin in my palm, opened my legs and tried to look wise.

"Ah, Messr. Oui! Rodin!" He scurried away and came back with a small map. I tried to pay but he shook his head and smiled and looked skyward, "Rodin!"

She did come back. Just a few minutes later... She hurried across the plaza with a small sweater on her arm and carried a purse in the other hand.

"I thought perhaps you would not be here! I thought you were a silly girl's dream on a summer afternoon! But you are here!"

I swallowed hard and found my eyes all blurry; I turned away so she could not see.

"What is wrong? Is something wrong? Are you sad at me?"

I turned to her and smiled my biggest smile and reached for her arm. "I was not sure you were real. But then I saw the book you left behind."

"Not real? Me? Natasha? I am real! I am here!"

As I took her arm she reached up with her hand and squeezed.

The book was too large for her purse, so I put it in a saddlebag on the bike, along with a huge loaf of bread and two bottles of Vin Ordinaire that I bought for about twenty cents at a French country market outside Paris.

She had never ridden a motorcycle before and nervously looked about as she raised her skirt and lifted a leg over the seat behind me. She had color in her face when I turned to her. "You need to put your arms around my waist and keep your leg away from that pipe. It will get very hot and can burn you. Okay? You okay?"

She nodded and gingerly put her arms around me and peered down to the foot rest and the exhaust I had warned her about. I felt the warmth of her legs next to mine and her breasts crushed against my back.

After a few times of cautiously leaning when we turned, she began to enjoy the wind in her face and the experience of the cycle.

"Faster!" She shouted in my ear. "Go faster! Much faster!"

And so I did, as much as possible through the narrow streets and Paris traffic. I showed off a little, making tight little turns and tilting from side to side until she squeaked a little scream.

The map was easy to follow and we soon arrived at the park-like gallery with its stone and bronze entrance and sculpted walkways. She dragged me from statue to statue before we finally stood before The Thinker. 

We both stood in silence.

She slipped her hand into mine and leaned against me and continued to gaze at the sculpture. After a few more moments she let loose of my hand and moved in front of me. She looked up into my face with a strange open look in her eyes and her lips slightly parted. I did what any good red blooded American guy would do; I put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. She slowly slid her hands up the front of my leather jacket, touching it as she went and then put her arms around my neck.

I looked at her face as she closed her eyes. I could feel her breath on my chin as she tilted her head back. So beautiful, I thought, So very beautiful. Does she know?

She opened those lovely green eyes again with a question as she focused on my eyes. "You are so beautiful, Natasha, you take my breath away!"

She gasped at my words and her eyes widened before she pulled my head down to her. I wanted to kiss her gently, at least at first, to tell her...tell her...but it was not to be. The chemistry was there. The touch of her open mouth as she breathed into me set lit a fire. The kiss turned into a thing of hot passion as she opened her legs and took my thigh between them, pushed against me and answered the passion of my lips on hers and her arms pulling on my back; I pulled her up on my leg, crushing her against me with my arms around her back.

We were both gasping for air when I finally pushed her slightly away from me and gazed into her glowing face. She lowered her arms to my elbows and looked around; several people were looking in our direction. She colored even more deeply.

"My God!" She gasped.

I stared at her. "You can say that again!"

"Oh, my God!"

I blinked my eyes and frowned down at her. "Natasha, perhaps I should apologize, I did not mean to..."

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed, "not you...it was me...I never...I uh, ah, oh, my God, find a place!"

She gripped my hand and pulled me away from the sculpture towards an area of shoulder high shrubs and flowering bushes.

She plunged right into shrubbery, pulling me behind her as I glanced around to see if we were being observed. She didn't seem to care.

Then she stopped, looked around for an instant, lifted her skirt and skittered out of her underpants and dropped them at my feet. With her chest heaving she looked at me and raised her arms. We came together with an audible thump of body on body. My hands were on her breasts and between her legs and anywhere and anywhere I could touch and our mouths were locked together. Small keening sounds came from her throat as I rubbed through her dress and then her hands were on me and she was squeezing and stroking and pulling the zipper to my jeans down. I pulled the open front of her blouse down, destroying at least one button and exposed a breast. I took her into my mouth and pulled hard, again and again as she moaned and writhed in my arms.

Then we were on the ground, in the dirt and the grass, rolling and gasping as I raised her skirt and moved over her. She lifted her knees and reached behind me and pulled me down and into her in almost one simultaneous movement. There was no foreplay, she was wet and I felt huge. She cried out as I plunged all the way into her, coming up hard against her pubic bone and clitoris. She screamed and wrapped her legs around me and sank her teeth into my neck; I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and then it was two animals in a primordial ritual that exploded into a violent coupling that might have shaken the earth had it paid any heed.

I lay gasping upon her breasts, still inside her, still wrapped around each other but spent, I think, both of us.

Neither of us spoke for several minutes. Then she was stroking my hair, running her fingers through it. I did the same.

"I drew blood on your neck; I could taste it."

"I felt it. I hope I didn't pull your hair too hard, but it hurt when you bit me."

"Sorry."

"You are not!"

She laughed. "I wanted you to love me really hard. I wanted you to take me, ravage me."

"Why? I never understood that about some women. I always try to be gentle, to make sure you..."

"Oh, I did! Several times!"

"Oh."

"I like it gentle sometimes also. But not with you, not today, not this time."

"I will never understand women, never."

She giggled lightly. "You're not supposed to understand...especially Russian women..."

I rose up on one elbow and looked at her. "Natasha, loving you like that was both the first and the last thing on my mind. You fill up my eyes and my mind. I felt so lonely when you left at the café', I was sure you were not coming back."

She lifted herself slightly and placed a hand on my face. "John, I felt the same way. Something happened to me when we were talking. Something I don't understand and something I have never felt before. You are like a missing piece in my life."

"Natasha...I...damn...I know this is Paris and I know we are strangers...but...damn...I should maybe get you back pretty soon?"

"We are not strangers. You have a Russian soul. We have known each other forever."

"You are a romantic."

"So?"

"Suppose you get pregnant?"

"I might."

"Oh." That was all I could think to say.

"Yes, you should take me back. We will spend the night together."

"We will?"

"Yes."

She clung to me tightly on the way back, her head resting on my back and shoulder, her hair flying in the wind. She spoke only once.

"Would you believe me if I told you I had never done anything like that before?" She whispered in my ear over the wind.

I twisted my head back to her. "I will believe whatever you tell me, Natasha."

I waited for almost an hour as the sun slowly brought deep shadows and then twilight on the quaint Paris streets. The waiter brought a meal and smiled when I nodded at his question, "Rodin?" A little bit later he came by with a room key and gave me directions.

We washed each other in the shower and then stood naked and dripping before the candles she had lit in the single room on the second floor overlooking the street.

I dried her body with my lips and my hands as she lay quiet on the soft feather bed. She was not insistent or in a hurry as I touched and kissed and fondled and caressed every square inch of her.

But when I began kissing my way down from between the cleavage of her breasts, to her stomach, to her navel and to her abdomen, she began to move and make small sounds. I did not touch her with my hands, only my mouth as I playfully pulled the moist curled hairs with my lips.

I sensed her trying to postpone or slow her response as I took her in my mouth and worried that little nub of erect flesh. She moaned when I pressed my thumb into her and moved more as I used my finger to explore and slightly enter from behind. Then she sighed and began a gentle rise and fall with her hips to my mouth. She stiffened and cried out softly and sat up with her hands on my head, pressing me to her. Then she fell back and her body relaxed completely.

A little later she said nothing as I moved her over me and guided myself into her. I ran my hands up and down her body from the swell of her hips to her waist, to her breasts and then to her neck and face. I ran my fingers over her open lips as she kissed my fingers and touched them with her tongue.

She seemed to tease for a while as she gently moved on me, back and forth, then up and down and then in a circling movement with her head thrust back and her eyes closed. Then it changed as she grasped the sheeted mattress on each side of my head, leaned over and bore down on me with increasing pressure and speed. Barely audible grunts at the end of each thrust became more audible and then continuous as perspiration dripped from her body onto me. Suddenly she shivered and tensed and a long drawn out squeal filled the room and she collapsed on me, gasping for air.

Some long minutes later; "No one ever waited that long for me before. I love you."

I put my arms around her and pulled her to where we were facing each other in the flickering light. "I love you."




Natasha



She put her face next to mine and kissed me, lightly, tenderly and then pulled my lip between hers. "Your turn now..."

I took all the time I could manage. I did not want this night to end. She sighed when I finally moved between her legs, reached down and guided me to her. She rested her hands lightly on my shoulders as I teased with shallow penetration and withdrawal, again and again and again; all the while my hands and lips roamed her body, tasting and touching. Her breathing was long and deep and rapid, punctuated by small sounds when I penetrated fully or pulled hard on a nipple. Her hands fluttered about my head and her knees and legs came up and down and apart and closed as I explored every part of her.

And then it was time. She knew it when I did; when the primal urge became insistent and demanding. Still I tried to slow the rising passion as she rose to meet each deep thrust and clung and rose again and again. Then the beast in both of us took over and I bore her back, harshly as before and cursed and growled until I finally died within her.

When I awoke to bright sunlight, she was gone.

The waiter knew nothing, or pretended so.

I waited the entire day at that little umbrella'd table at the café' by the cobbled street in Paris.

finis... 



Natasha



Natasha, age thirty, was born and raised on a farm in Nebraska. Today, she still resides near her birthplace with her husband Robert. She stands 5 ft 5 inches tall and has ivory colored complexion. Her figure is not the thin model type, but slightly heavier with the curve in all the right places. She has an oval face, a cute button nose, and sapphire blue eyes that hide behind long seductive eyelashes. Her hair is shoulder length, and brown with strands of gold that glistens when the sunlight hits them. Her breasts are 36D and firm, with large pink nipples, that stand out an inch, when aroused. Her stomach is puffy, and she has wide hips. Her pussy has a thick bush of blonde hair, large lips, and a big clit. 

Natasha's husband always told her, she had a body that would make a gay man turn straight. She has a very active sex life; her sexual orientation is what you would call kinky and perverted. She told everyone she a blonde with a sexy brain. She loves to read porn and erotic letter magazines; she says it keeps her sex life spicy. She was reading one of the magazines articles about role-playing and decided Robert and she should try it. 

She met Robert while in college, at a fraternity picnic. She fell in love with his keen sense of humor and gentle mannerisms. He is thirty-five and has a firm muscular figure. He has gorgeous emerald green eyes, jet-black shoulder length hair, an oval face with a flat nose and cute dimples that frame his full lips. 

Robert is very sensuous person, and loves to snuggle for hours. On many evenings, your may find him in their bedroom. Rose scented candles illuminated the room and Barry White music was serenading them.  On the bed, you will find Natasha wrapped in his arms.

Robert is also into role-playing; his favorite is a master-slave scenario, where he is the master. He does not believe in harsh treatment or painful torture that draws blood, his scenario's use light bondage and spanking. 

Natasha loves to dress up and really get into the character she is portraying. Sometime, she is an English teacher, instructing a young adult male student. She would always end up teaching him more then the ABC's. In her version the ABC has meant, ass, breast, and cunt. In Another time, she plays a hooker, that was about to be arrested, but bribed the cop with her hot scantily clad body. Her newest scenario was one of her favorites; the husband catches his wife fucking the neighbor. 

Robert's best friend, Barry has always told him how much he wanted to fuck Natasha. Robert would always tease him, saying maybe one day, I will take you up on that offer. 

It just happened that this particular night Robert was going to take Barry up on his proposition. They met at the local bar during happy hour. Robert sat down and ordered a drink then waited a few minutes to ask the question. He then said, "Barry, how would you like to have some fun at my house tomorrow afternoon? I need someone willing to play the role of the next-door neighbor. In a sexy scenario, where the man would be caught fucking my wife!" For a brief moment, Robert thought Barry was going to pass out. 

Barry just grabbed his hand and said, "Hot-damn, really, you can count on me, howdy, neighbor!" 

The next morning while they were eating breakfast, Robert told Natasha, he has a willing neighbor, for her favorite fantasy. She looked at him and yelled, "Oh my god, you do! Who is it; call him right now, today! Oh sweetheart, can I do it today, I am more then ready!" 

Robert told her it was their friend Barry. Then he picked up the phone and called him. He then set the plan in motion and told him come to their home today around 4 pm, and that Natasha will fill him in on the details after he arrived. Then said talk to you later and hung up the phone. 

Robert kissed Natasha, and left for work. His cock was already getting hard in anticipation of what would happen around 5 pm that day.

Natasha could hardly wait for it to be p.m, her pussy was drenched the entire day. She tried relaxing watching television or reading the newspaper, but none of that worked. She wanted to rush into the bedroom and masturbate to relieve some of the tension, but decided to take a shower instead. 

She dressed in her tank top, g-string and shorts that barely covered her ass. She looked at her watch, 3:55 pm, and uttered, "damn, can the time at least go faster for me she today." She was thumbing through the newspaper when the doorbell rang, and yelled, "Just a minute, I'll be right there!" She opened the door and said, "Hello, Barry, your right on time, come in."

Barry entered the room, and took Natasha's hand and said, "Hi neighbor, are you ready for some sexy fun?" Then kissed her cheek, pinched her ass, then following her into the living room. 

Natasha looked at him and chuckled saying, "Slow down tiger, we have plenty of time. I know Robert told you that the object of this little game is to have him catch you fucking me.  Well here is the rest of the plan, he will arrive home around 5:00 pm and not let either of us know he is here. When he does not see me sitting in the living room he will search the house for me. When he comes down the hall towards our bedroom, he will hear me talking dirty, and quietly approach the room. Then he will discover you and me fucking through the partly open door. 

We will not start playing around until it is about 4:45 pm, that way things will be hot and heavy by the time he gets here.  Barry, when we get to the bedroom, I am all yours, you can fuck me any way you want. I must keep an eye on the clock, because around 6 pm, you will leave our "little fuck session" and go home. I will act as if nothing happen and Robert will confront me later. I can assure you, that you will hear all the hot dirty detail during happy hour tomorrow, ok. 

Barry took her hand and placed it on his hard cock and said, "Okay, sweetheart! As you see baby, I am more then raring to go!" He then leaned over, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, letting his finger roam all over her. He paused long enough to glanced at his watch, it read 4:43 pm, then said, "Showtime you sexy thing!"

Natasha got up and led Barry by the hand to the bedroom. She then turned on the radio and told him to sit on the bed and watch her.  She begin to do a strip tease for him, when she took off her top, she did not have a bra on, and she seen him run his tongue slowly across his lips. Then she pulled off her short-shorts and stood in front of him wearing only a g-string. 

He reached out to her and she struts toward him telling him to take off his clothing. When he lowered his shorts she gasps, Oh my god, she said to herself. His cock was at least ten inches long and he had the biggest balls she had ever seen, and he was already dripping precum. 

Barry, pulled her close and sucked one of her nipple into his mouth, and flicks it with his tongue making it erect and hard. One then the other one giving them equal attention. She squealed with excitement and pulled his head close to her. He pulled back a bit took a deep breath and proceeded to lick his way downward as he laid her on the bed. Fuck, he could not wait to taste her sweet honey. He separated her lips and said, "Hot-damn sugar, you sopping wet already! Let daddy have a taste of that sweet nectar. He slid down with his face in her puss and ran his tongue across her clit feeling it pulsated as his tongue worked it magic. 

Natasha, arched her back and screamed, "Ooooooh fuck, eat my cunt baby! Ooooh, yesssss, that's it bite my clit, oh my god, just like that, please don't stop. Ahhhhh fuck, I am going to cum!" Oh please, do not stop, ahhhhhhhh, fuck I am going to cum!"

Barry yelled, "Hold off baby, don't cum yet! I want to be inside that hot pussy fucking you with my cock before you cum." He rose up and rubbed his cock across her clit and then shove it deep inside with one hard thrust. He slowly brought it almost all the way out and shoved it in again repeatedly. 

Natasha moved her head back and forth and moans incoherently. Oh fuck, was she tight, he felt as if his cock was inside a teenager! He yelled, "Milk my cock honey, grab it with that hot pussy of yours and squeeze every drop of cum out of me! Oh fuck, damn-it woman, Robert is right you are one hot tight fuck!"

She glanced at the clock on the bedside table, 5:00 pm and knew it was time for Robert to come home from work. She listened intently, but did not hear anything, and returned to fucking and driving Barry wild with her hot pussy.

Robert opened the door slowly and entered the house quietly, he wanted to play his part of the role just right. He went into the living room and did not see her sitting in the living room watching the television. 

So he went looking in the den, the kitchen and then the bathroom, she was not there either. He was walking out of the kitchen towards the hallway that led to the bedroom when he thought he heard something, and stopped dead in his tracks. Nothing, he took two more steps and heard something again, he was sure of it; the noise sounded like it came from their bedroom. 

As he walked quietly toward their bedroom he heard Natasha yell, "Oh yes, fuck me harder Barry! Ooooooh fuck, make me cum!"

Robert walked a little closer to the room and notices the door open a little, paused then cautiously peers in.  He stood in his tracks with his eyes transfixed on bed.  Natasha, was on all four and their neighbor Barry, was ramming his cock into her pussy. At first, he felt a twinge of jealousy, this was the first time someone else has even touched his wife. He though about breaking into the room and yelling, you fucking slut, but that were not part of the plan. 

He stood there memorized with his eye on her, his hand slowly pulling his zipper down.  He hoped his actions were quiet; he did not want them to notice he was there. He took his sock out of his pants and begin to stroke it slowly as he watched them fucking. As the action on the bed heated up, he jacked harder. 

Natasha looked up an gave him a wink, and continue letting Barry fuck her. Fuck, he loved it, the thrill was making his cock harder then it has ever been. He knew she was about to cum because of her rapid breathing and tone of voice. 

Fuck, he has never seen her this hot, right now; he wished his cock were in her mouth as Barry fucked her ass. He got out his handkerchief, he knew when she screamed and came he too would cum. 

All the sudden, Natasha screamed, "Ooooh, yessssss, Barry, fuck me harder, I'm cumming!" 

Right after she screamed, Robert shot a load of cum in his hand. Then whipped his cock off and zipped up his pants, the quickly walked toward the kitchen. Halfway down the hallway, he heard Barry yell he was cumming too. 

When he was in the kitchen, he poured himself a cool drink of water and waited in the shadows, where he could see the driveway and the kitchen door. He wanted to give Natasha time to recover and Barry time to leave. 

When he observed Barry get into his car and drive off, he waited a couple of minutes then opened the front door and slammed it hard and yelled, "Hello darling, I'm home, where are you? 

Natasha came out of the bathroom and greeted him with a kiss, as if nothing ever happened. He returned her kiss and acted as if he just got home and walked into the living room. He sat down in the recliner, kicked off his shoes then picked up the newspaper as usual. 

She came in a few minute later, handed him his usual scotch on the rocks, and then sat down sipping at a soft drink. She causally asked him how his day was, and he replied fine and went on reading the paper. 

Robert paused from reading and asked her what she did that day. She told him she had done the laundry and went shopping. 

Robert looked at her intensely, and said, "What did you do this afternoon darling?"  

Natasha replied, "Oh the usual love, Jane came over and we spent most of the afternoon gossiping. She sure can tell some whoppers."

Robert knew it was his clue to make a move, he stood up and went over to her and shouted, "Oh really, what would you do if I said you were lying? " 

She replied, "Why darling, what would make you think I was lying? Don't you remember me telling you yesterday that Jane may come by this afternoon?" She watched him carefully now, her trap had been blown and her panties were sopping wet due to the excitement. 

Robert, frowned at her and yelled, "I don't believe you, how dare you lie to me bitch!" I been here since 5:10 pm and watching you and our neighbor fucking like animals on our god-damn bed!" He grabbed her by the arm and said, "You know, you're going to be punished for this transgression, cunt!"

Natasha, got down on here knees and begs for forgiveness, but all Robert did was walk away. He went into the bedroom, and closed the door hard. Then got out the rope and lubricant and laid them on the bed. Already, his cock was getting firm, everything was going according to plans.

Robert went into the living room and took her by the arm leading Natasha to the bedroom. Once inside the room, he ordered her to strip and lie face down on the bed. He proceeded to tie her arms and legs to the four wooden corners of the bed. He walked around to the side of her and slapped her across the ass hard and said, "You worthless whore! How dare you fuck someone in our house, in our bed?" 

When he laid his hand on her ass, she quivered and he knew she was sexually excited. He then exclaimed, "You deserve the spanking I am going to give you, bitch! You are not to say anything, until I say you can speak!"  He could tell by the ringlet of her and Barry is cum on her pussy hairs that she was sexually excited. He slapped her ass once more saying, "Oh you think this is fun and it's turning you on, well slut, you better not cum, till I say you can! Or your punishment will be worse, get it!" 

All she could do was nodding her head in agreement. With each slap on her ass, her clit grew harder and throbbed, the bed beneath her was completely wet with her juices. Robert then spread her ass cheeks wide, and lube his cock, and she knew her ass was about to be fucked. Oh god, she wanted to yell, "Fuck my ass, lover, and make me cum!"

Robert rammed his cock into her ass hard showing her no mercy. He then said, "How do you like your ass fucking, you lying whore!" He could tell by her movements that she was enjoying the spanking. He slapped her ass and yelled, "Bitch, I am going to cum in your fucking asshole and make you lick my cock clean! We will see who lies to their master again!"  

Then slapped her once more grabbed her hips and shoved his cock as deep as it would go and came inside her ass. When finished, he bent down, untied her, helped her into a sitting position, and told her to lick his cock clean. She eagerly sucked him clean and he could see the love for him in her eyes.

Robert then sat on the bed next to Natasha and kissed her deeply then paused and said, "You did well my slave, now, I shall permit you to cum. I hope I was a great master and did not hurt you sweetheart?"

Natasha kissed on his cheek, nibbled the lobe of his ear, and said, "Wow, Robert, you make a great master!" She then laid back, spread her legs and said, "Oh Robert, I want to feel your tongue and lips all over hot cunt! I want to feel you teasing my clit, as you finger-fuck me. Oooooh please, make me cum darling!"  

Robert did not hesitate to get between her legs and let his tongue work it magic. damn, she was so fucking hot, he has never seen her clit this big and hard. He pulled her clit into his mouth and then took it in his teeth and bit it as he slid two fingers into her vagina. Finger-fucking her as he kept biting her clit.

Natasha arched her back and moved her hips wildly and screamed, "Oh, aaaaaaaaaaaah, I'm cumming! 

Robert continued to hold her tightly and finger-fucked her until the wave of climax subsided.  Natasha turned his face near hers and kissed him passionately. Then said, "If this is what you do as my master, I want to be your obedient slave forever!"

Part two: "Robert is the Slave" 

Robert rolled over in bed wanting to cuddle up close to Natasha and put his arms around her, and found that side of the bed empty. He rubbed his eye, then noticed how bright the day was and quickly glanced at the alarm clock. He then jumped out of bed yelling, "Oh fuck, I'm going to be late for work." Then paused for a second wondering why Natasha had not awaken him when she got up.  

He put on his robe and hurried downstairs toward the kitchen in hopes to find her and ask her why he overslept, but found no one there. He was where she was when he saw a note lying on the kitchen table was a note, which read, "Good morning darling. I went to the gym with Judy early avoid the holiday rush of people. I brewed you some fresh coffee and there is Danish in the refrigerator. Oh, I almost forgot, the kids left early this morning to spend the weekend with Uncle Thomas. I will be home around 10 am. Kisses-n-hugs Natasha." 

He then remembered he had a three-day weekend off and said, "You must be getting old and forgetful ole man, or you stayed up all night fucking again!" Robert smiled and said, "Oh my, what are we going to do all alone in this big house all weekend." 

Robert recalled the last weekend Natasha and he were alone. They enlisted the help of Robert's friend Barry, to act out one of their fantasies for real. Robert was the master, Natasha his slave, and Barry was there neighbor. The Cheating homemaker  caught fucking the neighbor was punished for her transgression by Robert.

Robert wondered if Natasha would be willing to do another scenario, where this time, he was the slave. He decided to ask her when she got home. He loved to submit and feel the sting of a whip across his ass. Just thinking about it gave his goosebumps and made his cock swell. 

Robert got a cup out of the cupboard and pours himself a cup he preferred it black. He sat it on the table and went to retrieve his morning paper and notice it on the table near the front door. He went back into the kitchen sat down to read the newspaper, but could not focus, and laid it down. Then with coffee in hand, he headed for the den, to check for messages and email on his computer. 

"Hello Bitch!

These are your next orders! Make sure you follow them explicitly, or you shall never see me again! Now, Saturday, July 12 meet me at the Radisson, room 322, promptly at 3 p.m. 

There are the things you must do bitch, before I meet you; shave your whole body, including that pathetic cock! I have purchased the following items and the will be delivered today.  In the box, you will find; a black lace bra, bikini panties, pantyhose, black leather mini, a white sheer blouse, and black heels. Bring the panties with you. It is very important that everyone can see you naked under your skirt!  

The day we are to meet, make sure your skin is clean and smooth. Then apply your make up as I taught you to along with red lipstick this time. Then put on the clothing, and make sure all looks superb before you leave to visit me. 

It will take you exactly 30 minutes to get to the motel. Part you car in the available parking lot, and go directly to my room. Bitch, do not be one minute late, or no one will answering the door! 

When you come to my hotel room, you must look like a woman. I will have people watching you, jackass! Since I am on the third floor, you will need to take the elevator up to my floor. When you step on the elevator if someone is in there, pretend you do not see him or her. Raise you mini and straighten you hose, and make sure you flash your cock. If they say something, tell them you were adjusting skirt. 

Continue stroking your cock, and make sure it stays hard! When you walk off the elevator, do not talk to anyone. If someone passes you, make certain you flash him or her.




Natasha



When you get to my room, knock on the door and wait. If I look through the peek-hole and see a woman standing there, I will open the door and ask you inside. Once inside the room you will see me wearing black leather lingerie, three-inch heels, and I am caring a small whip. 

I will ask you "Are you ready for your Mistress bitch?" In addition, you can answer me. 

Good-bye, Mistress Natasha!"

Robert did as commanded and arrived at the hotel five minutes early. damn, he was so excited! There were two people in the elevator when he got on. He ignored them, raised his skirt and ran his hand across his swelling cock. The people just watched him without saying a word. 

When he stepped off the elevator and walked toward her room, his cock was so fucking hard.  His cock strained the hose and stuck out straight in front of him, with the mini lying on top of it. He did not bother to hide it and happily flashed everyone he passed. He knocked on the door and waited a moment. 

Mistress Natasha opened the door did not let him into the room. She looked at Robert and said, "Are you ready for your Mistress bitch? " 

Robert answered, "Yes Mistress!" 

Mistress Natasha allowed him to enter the room and he notices the room has a balcony.  Like every rendezvous before that he followed and explicit routine. He took her arm and escorted her out onto the terrace. He paused then looked at her for direction. She points to the chair where she wants to sit and he seats her, then bows and kissed her hand. Then walks over to the table and pours her a glass of French wine. Offers her the glass and then stand patiently awaiting his next orders. 

Mistress takes a sip of wine and said, "Bitch, remember, you will only be permitted to answer the question I ask right now! Did you follow my instructions to the letter before coming here? 

Roberts replied, "Yes Mistress!"

"Good, now turn around, I want to examine you closely," she said. 

Robert turned to his right and saw an older couple in the balcony next to them on the right. As he moves and his mistress raised his mini and ran her hand across his ass and slapped it. She told him to keep moving. When he turned left, he looked into the other balcony. He saw a young woman around twenty years of age, full dressed watching him seductively. What he was not aware of is that his mistress had arranged for all the people to be there.

Mistress Natasha slapped his thigh with the whip and yelled, "God damn it, what in the hell are you gawking at? Pay attention bitch! "

He stopped, and then felt the warm welt appear on his thigh. His balls tingled as if they were just touched by and electric wand. He watched her intently, and all she did id sip slowly at her wine.

She sat the wine glass down and looked at him and commanded, "Take off everything, but you bra and pantyhose! You better pray to god your fucking cock is hard, or you will feel my whip!" 

She watched him closely and then shouted, "You fucking son of a bitch, why can't you do what you're told! I told you that damn cock of yours was to be hard! All I see nothing, but a pathetic small cock! 

Now put you hands at your sides and take your punishment, fucker!" 

Robert, did as she asked, and then braced himself for her whip. He winced when she brought the whip down hard against each ass cheek. He knew that everyone would soon see red welts covering both cheeks.

Mistress then went around to his front and slapped his cock hard with her right hand. Then she spit in his face and shrieked, "Your cock had better be hard soon, or I will continue slapping it, till it is!"

She slapped him twice and his cock was again rock hard straining against his hose. Fuck, he wished she would continue until he came, but she did not. She took both hands, pinched each nipple hard, and said, "Good boy, now listen to me carefully. 

These are your next orders, "Walk, just like you are to the room next door. Then bring me back the young woman, you see sitting on the terrace next to ours. After you both enter my room, bring her here to meet me without talking. Do you understand me, cunt! You are permitted to answer me now." 

Robert replied, "Yes mistress."  He then turned around and walked off to get the woman. He knocked on the door and waited for her to open it. 

The woman spoke from behind the door, "Hello, who is it. 

He replied, "This is Robert, my mistress sent me. "

The woman opened the door, her eyes wild with excitement. She then said, "My name is Sherry, come in. Now, tell me asshole, why are you here? " 

Robert said, "I was ordered to come to your room and take you back to Mistress Natasha's room with me. Will you accompany me to her room please?"

The mistress had instructed her to give Robert a hard time. She frowned and said, "Hell no! You have to be kidding! Go somewhere with your dressed like that. How do I know you're not some fucking pervert off the street?" 

Robert swallowed hard and nervously said, "Miss, she told me to come here, I swear!" 

She looked at him and thought to herself, "I bet I can make this fucker do anything I want." She raked her long nails hard across his chest and said, 

"Oh really, that means you have to do anything I ask too! Take my panties off and eat my cunt bitch and your not permitted to touch yourself or cum!"

Robert went to his knees, and raised her dress and helper her out of her panties. He then spread her legs and almost came now. Hot-damn, her pussy was bare! He ran his tongue all over her pussy and felt her quiver. Then spread her labia and let his magic tongue work on her clit. 

Sherry squealed, "Oh God, Yessssssss! Just like that, now, bite it bitch, make me cum!"

He sucked her clit into his mouth and teased it with his hot tongue, feeling it swell and pulsate. Then he slid two fingers hard into her vagina, finger fucking her repeatedly. He could feel her climax building. He grabbed her hips to keep her pussy against him mouth, took her clit between his teeth, and bit it gently.

Sherry arched her back and screamed, "Oooooh my god, bitch that's it keeps it up! Oh fuck, I am cumming! " 

Robert drank eagerly until he drank every drop from her. damn, he cock ached to fuck her! He stood and said, "Shall we go to Mistress's room now?"

Sherry replied, "Sure, let me put this sundress on and I will go with you."

Robert knocked on the door of Mistress Natasha's room. Mistress hurried to the door to make sure it was they and then ran back and sat down. She yelled, "Come in, the door is unlocked!"

They enter the room and Sherry slaps Robert on his ass hard, then said, "Now fucker lets go see your Mistress!" 

Robert escorted her outside and sat her in the seat next to his mistress. Then kneeled and kissed her feet. Then Robert stood up and awaited her instructions. 

Mistress looked up and saw the woman standing there. She licked her lips reached out her hand and said, "Welcome, my name is Mistress Natasha. Did the asshole give you any trouble?" 

The woman looked at him and sneered, then looked at her and said, "Hi, my name is Sherry. Yes, he was not very cooperative!" Of course, the two of them knew she lied. 

Mistress handed Sherry the whip and said, "Well love, you'll just have to whip his ass!" 

Sherry took the whip and brought it down hard across his ass a few times. Then smiled each time he winced, she knew the pantyhose made it sting like hell. She then handed the whip back to the Mistress. "He's all yours now," she said. Then she kissed Mistress hard on the lips. 

As Mistress kissed her back, she slid her hand under Sherry's dress. When she touched her pussy, she looked surprise. She stopped kissing, raised the dress, and uttered, "Oh, fuck!" The young woman was completely naked under the dress.

Mistress looked up at him and yelled, "Hey bitch, watch us and don't move!  You must keep that pathetic cock of yours hard, but you will not be permitted to cum!"

"Damn, this is so fucking hot," he thought. He could not keep his eyes off them. He felt his cock throbbing and wanted to jack off watching them, but knew he could not.

Mistress helped Sherry remove the dress and said, "Turn around honey, bend down and grab you ankles. I am going to slide my tongue into you hot pussy and circle your throbbing clit with it. Then I am going to spread pussy wide so everyone can watch me get you off as I tongue fuck you."

The couples in the next balcony were now completely naked now. He was fingering her pussy as she stroked his long hard cock. They watched and yelled, "Oh fuck, Mistress, eat her pussy, make her cum!" 

Then the looked at Robert and said, "Watch then you pathetic piece of shit, you might learn something!" They went on caressing each other as the watched the scenario unfolded.

Mistress Natasha openly tongues her cunt and ass hole making Sherry squeal with delight. Sherry looked up at Robert and eyed him up and down then said, "Do you wish it was your tongue and cock entering my hot pussy! Oh look, at him, he is oozing precum! Better not cum, bitch!"

Mistress continued sucking Sherry's clit as she rammed two fingers repeatedly in and of her vagina. She knew Sherry was about to come 

The people watching Sherry made her hotter them hell and she knew she was about to climax hard too.  She reached up and pinched her nipple hard, and at the same time felt, the woman bites her clit. She screamed, "Oooooooooh fuck, I am cumming!" 

Mistress eagerly ate every sweet drop, and then patted her on the bottom.  Then she pointed at Robert and said, "Kiss my slaves cock dear and lick it, make him squirm for us!" Robert tried not to cum as she ran her tongue along his cock.

Mistress got up, walked over to him, and told Sherry she could sit down. She then looked Robert in the eye and said," Are you being a good bitch? Should I let you cum, hum? Oh no, not yet, you must watch her eat my pussy first.  She could see the agonizing pain on his face. She reached down, grabbed his hard cock, and yelled, "Awww, the poor baby wants to cum, don't you?" 

She then she slapped his cock hard. He starts shaking badly and she know he is about to blow his load. She turns and looks at everyone and said, "Oh look, my male cunt is shaky and wants to cum! What shall I do?"

The couple on the balcony said, "Let the bastard shake more! We want to fuck and watch the cunt eat you!" 

Mistress nodded in agreement. She told Sherry to help her out of her clothing. The laid back in the chair and spread her legs. Sherry walked toward the woman, got between her legs, and hungrily lapped at her pussy. Mistress purred in delight as she felt Sherry's hot tongue licking every part of her wanting pussy.  

Sherry sucked the woman's clit in mouth and flicked it with her tongue. Mistress began to shake vigorously. 

Mistress, felt as if she was about to explode, damn it felt so good! She threw back her head and screamed, "OOOOOOH yessssssss, ahhhhhhhh, bite it! Oh my god, I am cumming!" 

Sherry sat down and licked her lips the told him how good the woman's cum tasted. She saw he was really shaking and the front of his pantyhose was completely wet with precum. She said to him, "Oh fuck look how hard you are! Mistress, shall I make him take everything off now!" 

Mistress then spoke, "Yes its time he was fucked!" Then handed Sherry an unusual looking strap on cock and told her to put it on. It had a vibrator that fits snug against her clit and a toy that went inside her vagina. She was going to get fucked the same time she was fucking his ass!" 

Sherry laughed wickedly and said, "I'm going to fuck your ass bitch...as you fuck your Mistress, so make it good!" Sherry applied lube to the toy cock and stroked it. 

Mistress Natasha laid down on the small chase lounge and yelled, "Come fuck me Robert! You cannot cum unless I tell you that you can slut!  

Robert spread her legs and guided his cock into her pussy. He starts fucking you in and out with slow, deep thrusts. Sherry gets behind him and smears lube on his asshole, then spread his cheeks and shove the toy hard into his tight asshole. damn it felt so good, he almost blew his load.

She saw him wince with pain and nodded at the Mistress. Sherry started slapping his ass until each check was glowing bright red. Sherry then grimaced and said, "She told you not to cum yet, you damn fucker! How does it feel to have my big cock in your asshole?" She shoves the cock in an out with no mercy.

Robert fucked his Mistress in unison with the cock in his ass.  He fucked her hard and deep, repeatedly feeling her shudder in anticipation with each thrust. He leaned down, took her nipple into his mouth, and bit it gently. damn, he wanted to shoot his cum in her so bad, he almost passed out.

Mistress screamed and said, "I'm cumming! You can cum Robert, oooh fuck, do it now!" 

Robert started cumming so much it seemed he would never stop. Then Sherry exclaimed she was cumming too. They all jumped when the man next door shouted, "Good show! damn, you made us com so hard."

Mistress Natasha smiled and said, "I am glad you enjoyed it. " She then turned to Robert and said, "Eat our combined cum from my pussy, then it with me." 

He knelt, sucked the sweet nectar from her pussy, and held it in his mouth. Then moved and kissed her hard sharing the sweet juices with her.

She then said, "You can sit and relax now, you've done a good job. "

Part three:     "Natasha & Emily"              Natasha yawned and wrinkled her nose as she awoke to the smell of breakfast. She looked over where Robert usually lays and he was not there. She sat up in bed and pondered about the recent adventures. Oh, my god she wondered was it real or just a dream. Was she really the woman playing the mistress with Robert portraying her slave? Then she saw the luggage in the corner and realized everything was true.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Robert's opening the door and bringing her a breakfast tray. She chuckled and said, "Good morning my male bitch! I hope you slept well last night. You are permitted to answer me."

He answered her, "Yes Mistress, I pray you slept well too."

She replied, "Why, yes I did Robert. I even had a dream about you. Now sit down and listen."

"I had set up another adventure for you and me where I portrayed your mistress. I had just arrived at the hotel where you were staying, but this time I was not alone. I brought a friend who is into submissive relationships and agreed to be my slave girl. Her name is Emily and this trip was a rewarded to her for being such an obedient slave."

I rang the bell at the front desk and asked the clerk too look up your room number. He did and told me you were in room 122. As I walk down the hallway to your room, I tell Emily, she can talk during this visit. 

She replied, "Thank-you, mistress. Can I play with him too? 

I look over at her and slap her across the face, and said, "Emily, you are that fucking stupid! Robert is my bitch and I will say what he does and whom he plays with. Get that straight slut, he is mine!" 

Emily bowed her head in submission and whispered, "Yes Mistress. However, I cannot wait to see what you have in store for your bitch. I remember you telling me you want to fuck his male cunt!  If I may be permitted to be excited mistress, my clit is throbbing!" 

I looked at her, then stopped in the middle of the hall, shoved her up against the wall, kissed her, reached up under her blouse and pinched her nipple hard. I could feel her wince and I knew her pussy was dripping now. 

I then uttered, "Oh you are such a slut my pretty pet!"

She said, "Thank-you, I love you mistress!"

I knocked on the door of the door and Robert opened the door. Then stood there obediently awaiting his orders. 

I said, "Hello bitch!" Then pointed my finger at the woman next to me and said, "Robert, this is Emily, my slave-girl. Do not close that damn door yet, I want you to strip for us right here in the doorway.  I want everyone to see how much of a whore you really are, bitch!" 

As you stripped, I looked over at Emily and whispered, "He is going to be so much fun!" 

Natasha stopped telling him about the dream and asked him, "How do you like that dream so far Robert. Do you think we can do this adventure I do have a friend named Emily who is willing to play this scenario."

Robert had a sizeable bulge in his shorts, which meant he loved the idea! He replied, "Oh my god Natasha, when can we do it!"

She told him that Emily and she had secretly arranged for the event to take place the following weekend. As she figured, he would love the idea. 

All that week neither of then could keep there mind on what they were doing. They had talked then fucked almost non-stop waiting for Friday to come.

Finally, it was the weekend of the big rendezvous! In addition, here they were, the three of them standing in Robert hotel room doorway. Watching him strip as Natasha had ordered him too.

Robert stood in the doorway naked his cock beginning to swell. Natasha slapped his ass and shouted, "Until I give you permission you had better not touch that fucking cock!" 

She then grabbed Emily by the arm and Robert by the cock and pulled them both into the center of the room. She closed the door then turned around and said, "Kiss Emily hello Robert!"

Robert pulled Emily close and kissed her, she went weak in the knees and he had to hold her up. 

Emily looked over at Natasha with a puzzled look and uttered, "Oh mistress, he is so fucking hot! Can I have some fun with him now?"

Natasha walked over to her, pulled her by the hair, and led her toward the chair next to the window. Then pulled her face into hers kissed her lips and said, "Sit here my pet and take your clothes off! You are not permitted to touch that cock yet. Do you understand me? If you touch it now, I will whip you right here in from of him." 

Now sit quietly whore and wait until I call for you, who knows, you might learn something for a change!"

Emily watched Natasha climb on to the bed. She could see Robert's hard cock visible pulsating. Natasha slapped his balls making Robert jump then said, "Nice balls wimp!"

"Hey, Emily, help me get out of these clothes. Then get my whip and enema kit from the bag we brought." 

Emily did as instructed and handed her the whip then laid the kit next to her mistress.

Natasha slapped his ass with the riding crop and said, "Bitch, did you give yourself an enema before I got here? You know I like your male cunt to be nice and clean don't you?"

He nodded his head yes, but somehow he knew she would not believe him. 

Natasha looked at Emily and said, "Come help me pet! Hold his ass cheeks apart, as I examine him closer."

She tweaked his balls and said, "I see you have done what was instructed. Now get on all fours." 

She then got down on her knees and slid her tongue into his ass. She paused long enough to tell Emily to get the special bag you brought with and put in over his cock. "We need to catch all his cum, my pretty pet". 

She continued tonguing his male cunt and said, "Emily my whore, to eat my dripping pussy!" 

Emily did as instructed and dove into her hot box, sucking and licking her like it was her last meal."

Natasha stopped her and said, "Enough for now slut, I did not want to cum, just yet!" 

Natasha could tell by Robert's sweaty skin and rapid breathing that he was about to explode. She stopped lapping at his ass and told him to stay on all fours.

She pointed her finger at Emily and said, "He is all yours now my pretty pet!"

Then she sat back and finger-fucked her pussy as she watched Emily with Robert. Emily sucked one of his balls into her mouth making him shutter all over. She then looked at Natasha who nodded in approval and ran her tongue all over his balls and asshole. 




Natasha



Natasha watched the hot action for a moment or two the yelled, "Stop a minute you fucking bitches! I want some of that hot action!"

Natasha then moves over to the bed and pulled Robert's face into her hot pussy and exclaimed, "Eat me slave, make your mistress cum!" 

Robert dove in like a pro and Natasha yelled, "Oh fuck! Tongue fuck me, oooooh just like that yessssssss, ahhhhhhhh, deeper!"

She looked down at Emily and winked saying, "Time to show him no mercy doll!"

Emily winked back at Natasha and remembered what the plan was all along. She shoved her tongue deep into Robert's asshole and began to massage his full balls, and then stopped waited a minute then did it repeatedly. 

Natasha saw the beads of sweat on Robert's bow and glanced at her watch noting they had been using him for about an hour. She instructed Emily to pause for a moment, slapped his ass with the whip, and yelled, "CUM, NOW, ASSHOLE! And you better make sure the damn bag stays in place!" 

Emily resumed her activity, but this time slid two fingers hard into his hot asshole. He screamed, "Oh shit," and was cumming like the one he never did before!

Natasha lets Robert rest but reminds him not to spill a drop of cum from the bag. 

She then ordered Emily to eat her. Emily went over to Natasha and got between her legs then parted her mistress's labia and ran her tantalizing tongue from her from her clit to her asshole.  Then slid her tongue deep into her vaginal orifice and then into my ass, while rubbing Natasha's clit hard. 

Natasha moved her head from side to side murmuring, "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, yesssssss, keep it up. " 

From where Robert was, he can see every move they make. He utters under his breath, "Oh god, this is so fucking hot!" He wanted to grab his cock and stroke it hard until he cums again. 

Natasha seems to read his mind and takes her whip and slaps his cock with it saying, "Oh no you don't.....not yet, fucker!" 

She then leans over and slaps Emily on the arm then reaches down and pinches her nipple hard. Emily jumped and Robert notices from her expression that it hurt. Nevertheless, all Natasha did, was shout, "You fucking whore, you're not doing it right! Now do it again! Eat my pussy and make me cum or you will just watch and do nothing else!"

Emily resumed eating Natasha's pussy fervently, sucking her clit like it was a small cock. Then she slides a finger in her pussy as her thumb went into her ass. Natasha arched her back and held Emily's head b between her legs like a vice.  

All the sudden Natasha screamed, "Yesssss, aaaaaaah, ooooooooh fuck I'm cumming!" 

Emily drank every drop of her cum them kissed her hard. Natasha then whispered something in her ear, she crawled over to Robert and held her thumb to his lips, and he licked it clean.

Natasha looked at the clock again, almost another hour has passed since they entered the hotel room. She knew Robert's cock was hard again and he wanted to cum again, but she did not allow it, instead she smacked his ass and told him to lay down flat on his back. She then said, "Emily get up and straddle his mouth and rub that cunt of yours all over his face. Cum on his face my pet!" 

Emily climbs up and starts making his face glisten with her juices. Natasha walked over to them and kissed Emily hard on the mouth as she rolled her nipples. Then she said, "Pee in his mouth my pretty pet!" 

Robert's cock pulsated hard and he almost lost his load right then. He opened his mouth and licked her pee hole until she filled his mouth with piss. Then he teased her pussy from her clit to her ass and back, licking, nibbling and sucking every inch of her. Emily screamed and almost passed out she climaxed so hard.

Natasha leaned over and squeezed Robert's balls then placed her vibrator on them. In his mind he screamed, "Oooooh fuck, please stop, it will make me cum!" 

She can see the pain in Robert's eyes now and asked Emily if he did a good job of cunt eating. She squeals, "Oh yes, he can do that all day too me mistress!"

Natasha grinned and said, "Good job Robert, but we are not done yet, get on all fours again. Hand me the strap on Emily." 

Natasha took the fake cock and ran it across his ass and along his cock through the bag repeatedly. She then had Emily suck it until it is wet, then rammed it all the way into Roberts ass with one quick thrust. 

Robert almost blew his load them but she slapped his ass hard and shouted, "Do not cum yet bitch!"

His cock felt as hard as steel and he swore that if someone ran there nails along its shaft it would break off. When she told Emily to use the small vibrator on his cock he began shaking uncontrollably. 

Natasha ran her fingers along his spine and said, ""Slut, male the bastard cum!" 

Emily applied the vibrator to the base of your cock then down to the male g-spot, between your balls and anus, repeatedly in unison with Natasha fucking his tight male cunt. 

Natasha whispered, "Cum my fucking male cunt....cum!"

Robert tensed up and they watched him cum harder them he had all night. He does not seem to stop until the bag is about half-full. He knew he better not spill a single drop. He just stayed there memorized and watched the hot scene that followed.

Emily helped Natasha take off the strap on then laid her down. She knew what her mistress expected next. She leaned over and sucked each nipple into her mouth one at a time, sucked and bit them hard. Then licked her way downward, but when she got to Natasha's pussy she stopped. Then she grabbed the strap on, donned it then slid it in Natasha's pussy for lubrication then slowly thrust the cock into her asshole.

Emily fucked Natasha's ass and buried the fake cock to the hilt. Then she pulled it almost all the way, then back in again repeatedly. With her free hand she and her mistress's clit and then shoved her two fingers inside her matching the rhythm of the fake cock in her ass. 

Natasha threw her head back and exclaimed, "Oh, my sweet Emily, I am cumming. 

Robert sat up and then glanced down at the bag it seemed to him that it was heavy and filled with about a cup of cum. He noticed Emily was watching him. She licked her lips glanced at Natasha then at Robert, obvious hoping she will get to drink his cum.


Natasha walked over to Robert and removed the bag then to Emily's disappointment said, "Open your mouth, you son of a bitch, your going to drink your cum, whether you want to or not!" 

Robert did not hesitate, but enthusiastically swallowed every drop. 

Natasha pulled Emily and Robert close and uttered, "Well done, my obedient slaves!" 

They then all kissed and told each other what an exciting rendezvous this had been.  Natasha, Emily and Robert then walked arm and arm to the shower room. When finished they feel asleep snuggled against each other, naked with Emily in the middle. What happened next, well that is another tantalizing story.  



Natasha



Note: This is the first installment of a series of stories. I was originally just going to type it out and post it as one, but it would have ended up to long, so I decided to break it up into parts. This is more of the introduction, so enjoy.

*

School was finally over! Thank God. My best friend (DD) and I were supposed to be going off to enjoy our summer vacation in the Bahamas this year. I couldn't wait. All of that beautiful white sandy beach just waiting for us. It was going to be the best summer vacation ever. 

DD was supposed to meet me after school at my place so that we could finish getting ready for our vacation. I'm sure she was just as excited about the whole thing as I was. We had been planning this for a whole three months now, and it was just going to be us girls there. No parents! Ah, this was going to be great. 

After I managed to get out of school that day I went straight home. I was to excited to think about anything else. By the time I got there DD had already arrived. Being that she didn't have anything to straighten up before she left the school for the summer, she had beat me to my house. You see, since I was the class president, I had stuff I had to do before I left. 

"Hey guys, I'm home! Where you guys at?"

"We're in the kitchen, honey" My mom yelled.

"What are you guys up to?" I asked as I followed my mother's voice into our kitchen.

"Oh, nothing, just getting some dinner ready for you girls while you guys go get ready for your flight tomorrow to the Bahamas. I can't believe you girls are going without me. I feel so left out." My mom pouted. 

"Oh mom, you know how long we've wanted to do this. You can come along next time. I promise." I said, as I smiled at her and she smiled back.

Now, don't get me wrong, my mom is not a bad looking woman in her own right, but this was going to be our summer vacation, and nothing was going to get our way. 

If you've ever seen my mom, she has nice flowing dark brown hair that reaches to the middle of her back and a decent figure that any thirty year old woman would envy. Which, of course, gets her a lot of stares and even more open mouths when people find out she's a young forty. 

As for me, I don't consider myself that bad looking either. At 5' 6", I have the same dark brown, and sometime black in the light, hair the goes to the middle of my back. I have a nice petite figure, with perky 34B cup breasts, and an ass to die for (or so my boy friend tells me). 

DD on the other hand is only slightly different. She has a light brown color hair that is sometimes mistaken for dark blonde. She stands about 5' 5", just slightly shorter then me. Other then those two differences though, we're almost the same. Same great ass, same petite frame, and we both wear a 34B cup. 

"Well then, hey DD lets go to my room so we can get our last minute things together before dinner." I said. 

"What are you making for dinner anyhow mom?" I asked

"Pot roast, rice and some stuffing. Can't send you girls away on an empty stomach now can I?"

"Mom, you're the best." I said as I hugged her before walking out of the kitchen, heading towards my room.

DD followed me into my room and closed the door behind her.

"Are you as excited as I am?" She asked me.

"God yes! I can't wait!" I exclaimed. "It's going to be just us girls, and all that beach!"

"Yeah, and maybe we could do a little skinny dipping while we're there, too." DD winked at me.

"DD! Don't be serious, I couldn't do that. I'd die of embarrassment!" I said.

Did I mention that DD is the crazy one out of us?

"Oh, don't be silly." DD said, smiling. "You'll be fine. Besides, I'll be there with you."

"Well, enough of that. We need to get these things together before dinner is ready so that we can get some rest tonight." I said.

"Always the responsible one." DD sighed. "What am I going to do with you."

"Pay attention, that's what, now come on."

We finished gathering up all our stuff for our departure the next day just in time for dinner. 

After dinner was done, we retired again to my room. DD was staying the night, so that my mom could bring us both straight to the airport the next day. 

After getting into my room, we both took turns with the shower, and then got settled down for the night. I was wearing my normal sleep wear, cotton boy shorts and a small tank. DD, being that she was DD, chose to wear her (small) sting bikini cotton panties and a thin white cotton wife beater (with no bra!) that went down to just above her pierced belly button. 

Once we were settled in for the night (showered, shaved and cleaned), we both settled into my double sized bed to get some sleep. Sharing a bed with DD wasn't that strange. We'd done it before, and besides we were best friends. But that night, I just couldn't get to sleep right away. 

I lay there awake that night, right next to DD for awhile, just thinking about the next day and all the things we were going to do once we got to our hotel in the Bahamas. I was excited, scared, and... (dare I say it?) horny! The thought of going to some place that I'd never been to before, by myself, or almost by myself, with all sorts of beautiful bodies and beaches around, had me going. 

God, I was getting wet just thinking about it. I wondered if I could get away from the bed without waking DD, but decided I couldn't. I had to do something soon, or I wouldn't get any sleep. 

I turned over to look at DD. She looked sound asleep. Her breathe was slow and even, but I couldn't see her face, since she was facing away from me. God, I had to do something to calm the fire that was starting to burn between my legs. 

Against my better judgment, my hand slowly crept down towards my panties, sliding beneath the elastic band and going lower till I felt the heat emanating from my pussy against my hand. I was so wet that I could feel that I had soaked the crotch of my panties. What was wrong with me? We hadn't even done anything yet, not even talked about anything risqué, (except for DD talking about skinny dipping) and now here I was wet as hell and hornier then a nympho in a room full of guys. 

It seemed my hand now had a mind of its own, as my fingers started to play in the folds of my pussy, while trying to be as quiet as possible. 

My other hand crept up to go underneath my tank and play with my nipples. As I did this I had to stifle a gasp, it felt so good. 

I hope I don't wake DD, I thought. I was almost beyond caring now, though, as my hand speed up in tight little circles over my engorged clit. 

I could hear the squishy sounds now coming up from beneath the covers. God, I thought, please don't let her wake up now. It seemed so loud, but I couldn't have stopped now if I wanted to, and I didn't want to. 

Then I felt DD shift beside me on the bed, but she didn't turn over. I listened carefully as my hand slowed down slightly beneath the sheets. 

Had her breathing speed up a little or was it just me? She still looked asleep, but again I could see her face. I decided it didn't matter, I was to far gone. 

My hand on my pussy speed back up and I started to squeeze and pinch my nipples in earnest. I loved it when someone paid attention to my breasts, especially my nipples, which are extra sensitive. 

I remember I almost came once while my boyfriend was just sucking and biting on them one evening when we were fooling around. Since then, I loved to play and pinch them every time I got myself off. 

I could feel my climax building and getting closer, as I speed up my hand again, which was now probably just a blur beneath my soaked panties. The sounds of my activities were quite obvious now too, and if DD was awake next to me, for sure she could hear it, but she wasn't moving and I couldn't stop. 

The climax hit me hard and suddenly, and as I rode the waves of it as silently as I could, I hoped I didn't wake her up. When I finally came down off of it, I was tired and sated. I could smell my sex in the air, musky and oh so sweat. 

Ah, now I could sleep, I thought. I checked DD once more, but she was still laying on her side and facing away from me. She hadn't moved at all. Convinced she was still asleep, I finally turned over myself and went to sleep. 

----

The next day I woke up early (around 6) feeling well rested and refreshed. DD was still asleep next to me, although she had rolled over in the night, so now she was facing me. I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom in the hall to freshen up and get ready before breakfast. 

Our flight was a late morning flight, leaving around 11:30, so I wasn't in to big a rush. As I hopped into the shower, I was remembering the night before. Thank goodness DD hadn't woken up. That would have been the most embarrassing thing ever if she would have. 

After I finished with my shower, I hurried back over to my room, to get dressed. When I opened the door, DD seemed to have just gotten up. 

"Hey DD, the water's still hot, and it's warmed up now if you want to go shower." I said.

"Thanks, I think I will." She said as she got off the bed.

As she walked over to her luggage, I couldn't help but notice that her panties had ridden up nicely in the crack of her ass, showing her smooth cheeks and all that leg. God, she was hot. Maybe that's what guys saw when they look at us, I thought. 

As I thought this, she reached back and pulled her panties out of her ass. Even this looked incredibly sexy when she did it and, mind you, I've never considered myself bi-sexual, but how can you not admire something so beautiful. 

As I turned away to stop staring and finally start dressing, I heard the door open and close behind me. I quickly got dressed, since I had put my outfit aside the day prior, and proceeded to comb out my hair and put on a subtle amount of make up. I've never been one to over do it on the make up. 

By the time I was done with my hair and face, and was dressed and ready for the day, DD had finished with her shower. I was just getting ready to leave my room when she walked in, closed the door behind her, and took her towel off and threw it on the bed as she walked over to her stuff already set up and waiting for her. 

As she got to her things, instead of starting to dress, she just stood there and stared at her stuff. 

Our clothes for the day were both similar. Since it was summer, and hot at that, we had both chosen to wear light sundresses. Mine of course was a little less revealing than hers. Reaching down to just above my knees, it was a flimsy light blue color with floral designs on it. It had a spaghetti strap top, that hugged my chest just right, not to much, and I wore a strapless baby blue lace push up bra under it, with a matching set of sexy lace undies that only covered half my cheeks and rode low on my hips. What can I say, it made me feel sexy. 

As for DD's outfit, well where to begin. Now, I know I said we had similar outfits, because we were both wearing sundresses, but that's about where it ended. Her sundress came down to just above mid-thigh. If she bent over, she would be flashing people if she wasn't careful. 

The material was a lighter red, almost a pink color, that was also almost, but not quite, see through up top. Her top was also a spaghetti strap top, and she had set aside a strapless demi-cup bra that was the same color as the dress, with a matching lace thong. 

As I watched her standing there staring at her clothes, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. With her back to me, I had a perfect view of that ass with nothing on but what Mother Nature graced her with, and graced her she did. She had a perfect looking pear shaped ass that was firm and high, no blemishes what so ever. If I looked close enough, I think I could see a hint of her nether lips below. If I looked that good from behind, I knew now what my boyfriend was saying. 

My eyes slowly travel up her body until I reached her eyes. 

Yes, her eyes. 

She had been watching me watch her. For how long, I'm not sure, because I'm not even sure how long I had stood there like a little girl in her favorite candy store trying to take everything in. 

As I met her eyes, I saw a hint of something in them, as if she was telling me, daring me to look harder at her. 

My mouth was dry, and slightly open, like a fish out of water, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't breathe, I keep telling myself to breathe. I had been caught openly staring at my best friend's body, longingly, and I didn't even realize I had been doing it. 

What can I say, I've never been bi-sexual, but damn she looked good. 

Finally she turned away from me with a smirk on her face.

"So" She said. "I was just thinking. I think I'm going to go commando today."

Huh? I thought. My mind wasn't working very well for some reason. I should say something, not just stand here like an idiot.

"Um, what?" I managed.

God! How stupid did that sound. What am I doing? I'm not some preadolescent boy staring at his first crush. This was my best friend. We'd spent many nights together, hung out at the pool together and even had P.E. together, so why was I now reduced to this. Get it together damn it!

"Commando?" I asked.

"Yeah, you know no underwear." She said as she grinned at me. 

With her back facing directly at me, she then proceeded to bend right at the waist and pick up her underwear from her luggage. 

I think she held that position for a little longer than necessary, but oh the view it graced me with. Her lips had parted slightly, and I thought I could see a hint of her clit, but by the time I could register all this with my now feeble seeming mind she had stood up again. What the hell was going on with me? I've never been like this. As I thought this, her voice brought me back to reality. 

"Besides, I kind of like feeling the air down there while I walk around, and no body but me knows I'm not wear anything underneath. Well, me and you now." She winked at me.

As she said this, she slipped her dress over her head and settled it in place. I wondered if I looked that good in my dress. As she turned back around to face me, my eyes went to her top. I swear I could see her dark colored nipples through her dress. Maybe if I wasn't looking for it I would have missed it, but there it was, staring at me. 

"So, what do you think?" She asked.

"Uh, I can see your nipples." I said. She turned to the mirror to look, and squealed in delight.

"Oh, I feel so naughty. Doesn't that look so sexy, though? God, Natasha we're going to get so many looks when we get there. I can't wait." She said excitedly. "Let's go see if your mom has breakfast ready." 

As I followed a skipping DD from my room, I couldn't help but stare at her ass in the dress, as the skirt threatened to show more of her hidden treasures to me. If this was how our vacation was going to be I was in trouble already. 

And it turned out that my mother had gotten breakfast ready already. Being that it was nearing to 8 o'clock and we had to be at the airport two hours prior to our flight, my mom decided an early breakfast would be good. Well, early for me. I normally didn't eat breakfast. 

As we ate my mom look us over, saying that we each look good. If she noticed DD state of under-undress, so to speak, she didn't comment. Once we were done with breakfast and had digested some, we loaded up the minivan and we were ready to go. I was getting more and more excited as the clock ticked by. By 9 o'clock we were on our way to the airport. 

----

Once we got to the airport things went by pretty fast. By the time I knew it, we were hugging my mother good bye and getting ready to board the plane. I had requested an aisle seat, so that it would be easier for me to get up if I needed the bathroom. Once we were onboard we found our seats, both aisle seats, in the back center of first class, two seats side by side. 

After boarding, we took to our seats. Since we had arrived early and first class customers board first, there was still no one really there. We took our seats and waited for the plane to finish boarding. After the plane finally took off I turned to DD. She was flipping through one of the magazines provided to us from the flight attendant. 

"Ah, DD. About earlier, in my, ah, room." I stuttered.

"Hm?" DD said, now looking up at me.

"I said, about, ah, earlier in my room. I, ah, I'm..." I started, but DD interrupted me.

"Look Tash, it's cool, okay? Besides, I think you're pretty hot, too." She grinned as she nudged me with her hand.

I'm sure my relief showed on my face, I was glad that she understood. But all my relief was very short lived, brought right back down by the next thing she said.

"You know, last night, I was having trouble sleeping. What about you?" She asked

My face must have gone ashen right then. I could barely respond.

"Ah, well, yeah kind of." I said quietly

"Yeah, me too. But you didn't have any problems getting over it, now did you?" She said with a big grin on her face. 

"You were..." My words cut off, I couldn't complete the sentence.

"You bet I was. Man, I can't believe you did that. You know how hard it was just to stay still and not move and join in with you. You made me so frustrated, and horny I might add!" She exclaimed. "I had to wait till I got in the shower this morning to finish myself off, you naughty girl you." 

Oh God, I thought, I'm going to die of embarrassment. How could I not have seen this coming. She had moved, if only slightly, last night. I had heard her breathe quicken. All the signs were there, I was just to stupid to notice it. 

DD most have noticed my absolute embarrassment, because she turned to me and placed her right hand on my left knee and said, 

"Don't worry about it Tash. Besides, I kind of enjoyed listening to you do it last night. I can't tell you how excited it got me. I was just dieing to join you, but I didn't because I didn't know what you would have thought if I did." 

She can't be for real, I thought as I looked into her eyes while she said this. Her hand was still on my knee, seemingly burning a path straight to my sex, which was starting to throb beneath my skirt. 

What the hell is wrong with me! Get control of yourself damn it! 

After about a minute of silence, she added weakly, "Maybe next time, we can do it together, eh? Could be fun."

I was looking down at her hand on my knee. It hadn't moved yet, but I wished it would. I just didn't know which way I wanted it to move. 

Slowly, I raised my eyes to meet hers. She was staring at me. I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"Um, maybe" I squeaked.

I couldn't believe I'd just said that, but it seemed to satisfy her, and she turned back to her magazine with a smile. 

The rest of that flight was really just a blur. I'm not really sure what happened, I just know that it was uneventful. I couldn't quite get my mind around what had just happened. Had I just agreed to masturbate with my best friend? 

Surely I was day dreaming or something. I would never do something so outrageous. But there it was, staring at me right in my face. My words kept repeating itself in my head. "Maybe" God only knew what might come out of this. 

Nothing else happened until the trip from Houston to the Bahamas.

----

Upon arriving in Houston things went pretty smoothly. I was still pretty preoccupied with my thoughts since the plane trip from home, when DD had dropped the fact that she had been awake that night, it was all I could think about. So, while waiting for our plane to land and finish refueling, I didn't notice when I picked up an admirer. It was not until we were boarding the plane, nearly forty minutes later that I first noticed him. 

He was cute, about 20ish, dark hair, rough features that only added to his good looks. His eyes were a dark piercing blue, that seemed as if it could see right to my core. He was about 5'10, with a nice definition to his body that I could see. He was wearing light colored trousers and a nice fitting silk button up short sleeve shirt that was a midnight blue to match his eyes. 




Natasha



As we took to our seats, I noticed him coming toward where we were seated. DD and I had gotten aisle seats again, but this time I was in the aisle seat by the window on the right rear of first class. DD was right next to me on the aisle seat in the middle row. Next to her sat a middle aged business man. He was pretty good looking to, about 6'0, dark blonde hair that was cut short, but stylish. He was in good shape, and built like a retired football player, who had not given up on the gym. I wouldn't have guessed he was middle aged at all if it were not for the slightly graying hair at his temples. 

Mr. Good looking came up to our row of seats and stopped and looked down at his ticket, then up at the numbers for the seats. His mouth spread into a grin, straight white teeth staring out at me from that good looking mouth. He looked down at me and his grin turned into an easy going smile. 

"Is this seat taken?" He asked pointing to the window seat right next to mine.

He didn't have an accent that I could place and his voice was a nice, not to deep, but oh so soothing voice that I could just curl into and sleep with. He had a confident attitude about him, but he wasn't too cocky. Just right, I thought. 

"Um, is this seat taken?" He asked again, his smile showing bright.

I had been staring and I hadn't even noticed. My face turned red.

"Ah, no, no its not" I said, smiling weakly as I got up to move out of his way.

As he took his seat, I looked over at DD. She had noticed our new friend too. She was eyeing him up and down as he scooted into his seat. As I sat back in my seat, I took a peak over at him. He was sorting through some stuff in his bag that he had set next to him. 

After I got resettled, Mr. Good looking turned to me and with a smile said, "Names Nicholas, but you can call me Nick. What's your name?"

I looked over at him and smiled back, "Natasha."

"Well Natasha, so what brings you here on a flight to the beautiful Bahamas?" He asked

"Vacation, I've never been there before, but always wanted to go."

"It's very nice place for a vacation." He said. "Maybe I could take you out and show you around when we get there?"

"Um, maybe" I said

"It's a date then" He said, smiling at me. I smiled back at him, not knowing why I had just agreed to his invitation, but not sure I really cared. I liked him for some reason. So what if I didn't know him; that would only make it more fun. If only I knew. 

As the flight took off, and we got more comfortable talking with each other, I found out that he was a newly graduated business major, who had struck it big with a fortune 500 company out of New York. He was going on a much need vacation and celebration, he said. 

"So, I like what you're wearing today. Very sexy indeed" He said, eyeing me up and down without regard.

My face turned scarlet at his appraisal. I felt proud for some reason that he approved of my outfit. I squirmed in my seat, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time enjoying the attention.

I looked up into his face, those beautiful blue eyes seeming to stare right into me. His smile held a hint of mischief in it. I smiled back at him, and thanked him.

He placed his hand on my knee closes to him. I looked down at it, not doing anything. It seemed as if I was frozen in place. I couldn't move. I looked back up into his face. He was watching me, watching my reaction. His grin telling me he was enjoying himself. 

He picked up my blanket that I had set beside me on my chair. Handing it to me, he said "Drape it over your lap, and recline your chair. Make it look like your sleeping."

I looked at the blanket as if it might have teeth. I was nervous and I didn't know why. Calm yourself Natasha and have a little fun. I took a deep breathe and took the blanket from him and placed it over my lap. His hand was like a hot glove on my knee, sending a shiver through me. I reclined my chair and placed my pillow between the seats to lean my head on and closed my eyes. I felt the hand on my knee slowly draw my legs open. I should stop him, I thought, but I couldn't stop him if I wanted to and I wasn't sure I wanted to. 

As my knees drew apart, I had to stifle a whimper. I felt out of control. My pussy was on fire now under my panties. I could feel myself getting wetter by the moment. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand crawled up my leg, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind on my skin. As his hand got closer to my dripping sex, he started making small circles on the sensitive skin at the top my inner thighs. He did this for a couple of minutes, but it seemed a life time. 

By now I was trying hard not to squirm and moan in my seat. I cracked my eyes open to see if we were attracting any attention. For all the world, it seemed as if I was asleep in my seat, Nick holding my hand underneath the blanket. The cabin lights were off, and most of the people looked to be taking the time to rest and relax. No one was paying any attention to the girl and guy in the back seats of first class. 

As I closed my eyes again, shutting out the rest of cabin, my world narrowed down to just that small area underneath my dress. His hand was hot on my skin, and I thought for sure I would die if he continued to tease me like this. He had yet to even touch my pussy, and I was dieing. I could feel the tightness in my tummy building, could feel as the pressure of my oncoming release continue to build inside of me. 

His hand continued its slow ascent up the inside of my thigh. As he reach the apex of my legs and hip, he switched legs and started down the other, ever so agonizingly slow, never quite touching me where I desperately wanted him to. He worked his way down to my knee and then started back up again. I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to have him touch me now! 

"Please!" I whispered

"Please what?" He asked quietly. I could almost hear the smile on his face as he said that.

"Please, stop teasing me. I need to cum, please!"

"Really? I don't think you need to cum yet. You don't sound like you need it much to me. Maybe I'll just continue to tease you until I feel like letting you cum. Yeah, that sounds good to me."

As he said this, he continued his teasing underneath my dress, playing with my inner thighs, just brushing his fingers along the edges of my panties. He was driving me crazy. God, I needed to cum! 

I heard him lean over to me and whisper in my ear. "I can feel your soaked panties on underneath your little dress, you naughty girl. Now don't talk, just listen. Do you like what I'm doing to you right now? Do you want to cum yet? I know you want to. I know you can't stand the teasing much longer. I want you to get up from your chair and go to the bathroom. When you get to the bathroom, I want you to take off your panties and your bra. Put your bra in your purse, but not your panties. You know what you're going to do with them? I want you to take your panties, and stuff them in your sopping wet pussy. If you don't then I'll know when you get back. I don't want you to make yourself cum while you're in there. If you want, you can touch yourself, but no cumming. Do you understand? If you do, just nod your head." 

I whimpered. My mind was racing with what he had just told me. Could I do this? God, I needed some release, and he was teasing me more! I was nodding my head before I realized what I was doing.

"Good, then get going before someone goes into the lavatory. Remember; no cumming while your in there."

I just nodded again as he removed his hand from beneath my blanket. As I pushed the blanket aside so I could get up and go to the bathroom, I looked down and noticed that my dress had been pushed up around my waist, giving a nice view of my panties to anyone looking at that moment. My nipples were also hard as rocks, hard enough to show through my bra and dress. As my eyes came up, they meet his eyes. He had been looking, and the look on his face at that moment was one of lust. The grin that came to his face as we looked at each other sent another shiver through me as I started to get up and push my dress back in place. 

I made it to the bathroom (or lavatory as they call it on airplanes) with a little effort. For some reason my legs weren't working as well as I remembered they could. Funny how that happens sometimes. As I opened the little door and squeezed inside, I closed it behind me, locked the latch and sat down on the toilet seat after I put the lid down. What was I doing? I had to sit for a second and gather myself. God, I was horny as hell right now. Did I dare touch myself and get some release before I went back out there? Oh man, I really wanted to. Just gather yourself Natasha, you can do this. 

I got up off the toilet seat and slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor around me. Next, I removed my bra and folded it neatly and placed it in my purse. Last, I slide my soaked panties over my hips and down my legs and off. I picked them up off the floor along with my dress and stood back up to look at myself. I was standing naked in an airplane lavatory, horny as hell, and desperately needing release. My nipples were hard as hell, and without the bra that would show even more. My areolas were puffy and a deep blush had spread across my upper chest. My upper legs were damp from my excitement, and I could feel my juices starting to run down my thighs. God, this was crazy. 

Standing there looking at myself, I ran my hands over my body sending goose bumps across my skin. As my hands traveled down the slopes of my breasts over my nipples I pinched them slightly, shivering. 

I let my hands move slowly down over my stomach till they reached my wet pussy. I lingered there with my fingers, playing slow circles around my clit, moaning. I continued to tease myself till I was just about to cum, then stopped and looked at myself again in the mirror. My skin was starting to glisten a little with sweat and the blush across my chest had deepened some. I feeling a little of control and horny, but I didn't want to cum. I had to control myself a little better and get back. 

Slowly, I raised my right leg and placed it on the toilet seat cover, spreading myself with the fingers of my left hand. Bracing my back against the wall, I took my panties and placed them at the entrance to my pussy. God, this made me feel like a slut. Slowly, I started pushing my panties into myself, feeling the roughness of the lace as I pressed it into me. When I had pushed all of my panties into my cunt, I slowly lowered my leg to the floor, feeling the fullness of having something stuffed into me. 

I did a quick circle in the confined space of the lavatory just to see how it felt. I could feel the panties inside me rubbing against my pussy's inner walls. It felt insane, like someone was caressing my insides as I walked around. It sent a shiver through me. Could I actually do this? Could I actually walk out of here like this, with my panties stuffed inside me like a whore, no undies on under my short dress, and horny as hell? 

Finally, I pulled my dress back on and over my head, than looked at myself one last time to make sure every thing was in place. My nipples were tenting the front of my dress, but other then that I looked as I had when I walked to the bathroom. It was time to return to my seat. 

As I took a deep breath to gather myself one more time before I went back out, there was a loud knock on the door. I nearly screamed. The knock caught me so off guard, it made me jump, causing things lower in my body to clench at the same time drawing a whimper from me. So much for gathering myself. 

"I'll be right out!" I said.

I unlatched the door and opened it. I was about to step out when DD stepped in and closed it behind her.

"What are you doing in here?" She demanded with a grin on her face. She eyed me up and down, taking in my blush and my erect nipples. "My, my, aren't we just a picture of excitement! Where'd your bra go, huh? Getting ready for something?" 

I blushed deeper at her comments. "No! I'm not doing anything wrong." I protested.

"Indeed." She replied. "So, what's going on with Mr. Good Looking? I saw him leaning over to you and whispering in your ear. You guys planning on doing something you're not suppose to be doing, something nasty?" She winked at me. 

"No! Of course not!"

"Ah ha, I believe that. Well, you better get back to your seat then, before he gets bored and decides not to wait for you." She winked. "Don't worry, I won't tell Freddy." She grinned.

"You are horrible, you know that?"

She just winked again at me as I opened the door and stepped out of the lavatory. As I turned around to walk back down the aisle to my seat, the stewardess gave me a knowing look and then looked at the lavatory I had just stepped out of and laughed to herself. I blushed. Great, now the airplane staff would think I was trying to become part of the 'mile high club'. Then again, maybe I was. 

I shook my head and started toward my seat. Unfortunately, I had forgotten about the panties in my pussy, but just walking brought my attention right back to the fact that it was stuffed in there. By the time I reached my seat, I was extremely aroused again. I could feel some of my juices running down my inner thigh...