6 comments/ 75633 views/ 1 favorites Home at Last By: texastornado Callie was headed for home, home and freedom. The events of the last few months had forced her to seek solace in the only place that she could think of. The place where she had always felt so safe. Driving back to the small Texas town she saw visions of her youth dancing in front of her eyes. Remembering all the crazy things that she had done as a child and teenager. She hadn't been back to the sleepy little town in almost ten years, but as she approached the city limits sign she saw that as usual nothing had changed. Nothing ever did around here. She made a quick stop at the gas station at the end of town. This place held many memories for her. It seemed like eons ago that her uncle had stood behind the counter bidding everyone hello with a cheerfulness that never seemed to falter. As she got back in to her car and revved up the engine, she wondered if her cousin was still living here. They had been close growing up, only being four months apart in age. She made a mental note to look him up. He was the only one left, all of her family had long since either moved away or passed on. Maybe she had been wrong to come here, a place so full of memories and sadness. She pulled up in the driveway of her childhood home and was shocked to find a truck already there. Carefully she got out of her sporty little car and went around to the side of the house where she could faintly here a noise. When she rounded the corner, she saw him standing there in all of his male glory. Bigger, and more handsome than she remembered her cousin. Chris came as quite a surprise. "Chris, what are you doing here? It's so good to see you!" Chris turned around and was nearly bowled over when he saw his cousin. The years had certainly changed her. She stood before him a well-tailored woman. It wasn't the obviously expensive outfit that he noticed though, it was the body of the woman that it was on that caught his attention. Standing before him was a vision of beauty that could be unequaled. She had long, tanned legs that disappeared into a short sundress. As his eyes traveled up he could see the slight flair of her hips and tell that her stomach was flat and toned. It was when his eyes traveled up to her breasts that he felt the surge of electricity within him. Instead of being huge like he remembered he saw that they were indeed quite big, but had a pertness, which he had not remembered, being there before. Then he looked into her big brown eyes and saw all the love from many years of friendship there. She was gorgeous. "Callie? That couldn't possibly be you…What have you done to yourself?" "Done? Well, I guess the years have just been kind to me. I see that they were to you too." She said laughing. Chris quickly explained that he had been staying here while he was having his parent's old house torn down and rebuilt. "Do you mind having some company while you're here?" Mind? How could she mind? She'd give anything for the chance to catch up with him. That night they went out to dinner and had a few drinks at the local bar. Having way to much to drink. When they got back to her house out in the country, they were both feeling the electricity in the air. The promise of something more to come. "Chris, let's sleep together tonight. Just like we used to when we were little." Later, climbing in to bed beside him Callie felt anything but little again. She was feeling nothing but pure woman. Lying there half of the night waging a silent battle with herself she almost didn't realize when she felt Chris's warm hand on her breast. Looking over at him, she saw that he was fondling her in his sleep. She was afraid to move, she didn't want the wonderful sensations to end. She could feel the heat spread it's way down her body making her pussy instantly wet. Slowly, she began to inch her way up until she was sitting and Chris's hand was just above her wet and wanting hole. Then she felt his fingers slowly sliding between her pink folds and stroking her wet inner lips. Was he dreaming? He could almost swear he was feeling the wetness of a woman's pussy. Coming awake, he realized that he had two fingers buried in his cousins tight wanting cunt. Oh my God! He started to panic, but then he realized she was letting him do it, and she was fully awake. "I want you Callie. I've wanted you for years. Let me make love to you." Surprised by his words Callie grew still and let them sink in. She knew she wanted him but couldn't find the words to tell him. Finally she nodded her answer. Pulling her down in the bed he looked in to her big brown eyes and bent his head to kiss her. Their first meeting of lips was a tentative mixture of exploration and passion, soon giving away to pure animalistic heat. He roamed his hands down her body, loving the feel of her satin gown under his hand. She radiated heat, and he wanted to bury himself in. Slowly, with the gentleness that only a first time lover can have he pealed her nightgown up her body and smiled as he found she was wearing no panties. Lowering his head he took her left nipple into his mouth and laved it with his tongue, feeling it get even harder. As he sucked and bit her nipple he heard her moan and she arched into him. Feeling his way down her body leaving a wet trail with his tongue, he breathed in the smell of excited pussy. God how he loved that smell. "Eat me Chris. Suck and fuck my wet pussy. I've wanted this for so long." She moaned with pleasure. At her words, Chris lost all of his control. He dove into her pussy like a man possessed. He devoured every ounce of cream that came out of her body. Licking her clit and pumping three fingers in and out of her hot cunt he brought her to an earth-shattering climax in no time. Climbing up her body, he went to kiss her. She kissed him franticly. Sucking all of her pussy cream off his tongue. "Please Chris, I need to feel your hard cock inside me. I want you to fuck me hard. Punish me for teasing you all these years. Fuck my pussy!" Not wanting to deny her, Chris quickly shed his underwear and stood before her. His 7 inch cock throbbing with desire. As he climbed in between her legs, Callie spread them wide. Wanting him as deep as he could possible get. Rubbing his cock at her entrance, Chris coated his cock with her juices. Loving the feel of his hard member gliding across her bare pussy. He could have come like that, but Callie had other ideas. Shifting her hips, she caught him just right and he slammed into her pussy. They stayed there, with him inside her, letting the feeling wash over them. "Oh Call, you feel so fucking wonderful. You're pussy feels like liquid fire on my cock." "Fuck me Chris. Please, I want to feel your cock moving in and out of me. I want to feel you shoot a thick load of cum inside me." He couldn't take it anymore. He had to move. He began thrusting in and out of her, Callie coming up to meet him thrust for thrust. He couldn't believe he was buried deep inside his beautiful cousin. Pounding in and out of her he began to talk dirty to her. "You like that you little bitch? You like to feel you're cousin's big hard cock fucking you?" "Oh yes", she cried "Fill me up cousin, fill your nasty little cousin up with your cum. Fuck me, fuck me hard." Chris did just that. He fucked her so hard and furiously she thought she would pass out. She didn't, instead she came, having the best orgasm of her life. He could feel her milking his cock, her thick pussy cream squirting out all over his balls. He lost it then. With one final thrust, he bottomed out inside her and let go. He shot stream after stream of hot juicy cum into her wanting pussy. Feeling him cum inside her, Callie shook with another orgasm. "Oh Chris, that was wonderful. Can we do it again in the morning?" In answer to her question, Chris rolled over and kissed her, pulling her close. They did make love the next morning, both sailing to new heights and exploring positions they had never dared before, but that's another story. Home At Last After being gone overseas for two months to train employees on your company's new machine, I was anxiously awaiting your return. We had wrote several letters to one another and had only briefly talked on the phone a few times. I missed you terribly and longed to feel your muscular arms around me. Your plane was due to land within minutes and I could hardly contain the smile on my face and the eagerness of seeing you for the first time in a long time. I had dressed casually in jeans and a nice sweater for Summer had suddenly turned to Fall overnight. As your flight landed and passengers began unloading I waited for you to emerge from the plane. I saw you coming down the hall in your khakis and long sleeve pullover that I had bought you for your birthday only a few months before. Your eyes lit up when you seen me and I ran to your open arms. The smell of your cologne tickled my nose as I snuggled into your chest. I was elated that you were finally here with me again. I have never felt so lonely. On the drive home we chatted about your flight and the tasteless meal they had served you for lunch. Although you were hungry...food was not what you had in mind. I began to fidget in my seat as my thoughts turned to feeling you inside me. I knew you were more than anxious to have me by the way you rubbed my thigh...inching your way up to the crotch of my jeans and letting your fingers settle there for the rest of the drive home. As we pulled into the garage you shut the engine off and opened the door for me. We held each other tight and kissed passionately for several minutes until the urge was just too much. As you tore the clothes from my trembling body I could feel the goose bumps forming on my arms, back, and thighs. You made your way behind me and ran your fingers through my hair. I could feel your hardness pressing up against my back as you leaned forward nibbling at my neck. The reckless passion that had overcome us had built up over the past few months and neither of us could contain our desires. With one hand pressing in the middle of my back, you slightly pushed me forward bending me over at the waist with my hands gripping the edge of the dining room table. As you massaged my back to help me relax...you slowly spread my legs and eased the head of your cock into my ass. As you urged forward a faint gasp escaped from between my lips as a slight stabbing pain spread through my body. While my body is adjusting to your size you whisper to me that you're sorry for the discomfort and it will go away quickly. I can tell that you are as anxious as I when I move my ass back towards you and take more of your cock into me and I hear you groan. While placing one hand on my hip your other hand softly moves up my back and grabs my hair tenderly. With every inch of you inside of me you begin to slowly slip in and out. As the anxiety builds you begin pumping into me with wild abandon making me scream with each thrust. The pleasure outweighs the pain as my orgasm builds and a flood of emotion comes over me. The tears falling from my eyes are not from the aching in my ass but from the overwhelming rush of feeling you inside of me making me come. I turn my head around as you bend towards me. You can see the tears on my face and you lovingly wipe them away with your strong hand. As my body calms from the shattering orgasm I urge you to continue for your own release. Carefully you begin to pump into my ass again. I can sense that you are close by the grunts and sighs. Finally, the tightness is too much and you feel your seed building up making you ready to explode. As your semen begins to erupt you withdraw your cock carefully from inside of me and the stream of your hot sticky cum lands all over my ass leaving your body spent and exhausted. You wrap your arms around my waist and pull me into you squeezing me while your lips brush the side of my face. We make our way to the shower and turn the water on full blast to massage our weary bodies. You lather my entire body up and massage me from head to toe leaving me almost motionless. I return the favor and we rinse off. As we towel our wet bodies off we leave a trail of wet towels on the floor leading to the big comfortable bed that takes up half of our bedroom. As we crawl between the sheets you reach for me and bring me closer so you can nuzzle into my neck. Within minutes we are both sound asleep and resting peacefully in each others arms once again. Home at Last! Part I Thank God, she was home at last! She sipped her drink while she lit the candles on the counter and adjusted the shower spray; reaching for a bar of the bath soap she had gotten for her birthday, she held it to her nose and inhaled deeply…Hmm English roses… such a luxurious, smell… She stepped under the shower and closed her eyes as the steamy clouds of water surrounded her. She slowly soaped her body enjoying the ripe scent of and old English rose garden as it twined itself around her. She washed her hair and rinsed it; then sat on the ledge to lather and shave her pussy; enjoying the feel of the smooth, freshly shaven skin under her fingers. Carefully, she removed every last trace of unwanted hair from her body. Then she stood spread eagle under the showerhead; her fingers locked behind her neck, and smiled as the hot needles of water washed the last traces of soap from her body. She continued to smile as the blanket of water enfolded her; cascading down her hair… her shoulders…around her breasts. Her nipples hardened from the pleasure of its caress. She stood that way for long delicious minutes, perfectly still, shrouded in steam, allowing the water to ripple over her… then slowly, she turned her body under the spray, savoring its touch… she imagined the tiny rivulets were HIS fingers… teasing their way slowly down her body. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the tiles allowing the thick delicious steam to wrap its arms around her. She indulged herself further in her fantasy; one hand stealing down between her legs…slipping into the velvety place she guarded so carefully … “Mmm… Yes, that feels good” she breathed as her fingers came back from their explorations slick with desire. A secret smile of pleasure stole across her face. It always exited her to discover the liquid evidence of her arousal. The wetter she found herself, the more aroused she became… a wonderful sort of Catch-22. Her inquisitive fingers found the hard little button hiding between her thighs in the dampness and stroked it slowly. She imagined his mouth there… hot against her crotch; her fingers were his tongue; licking softly and she drew a ragged breath as a delicious shiver danced white hot into her belly. A noise broke through her steamy fantasy bringing her jarringly back to reality. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and reluctantly turned the water off. She stepped out of the shower alcove grabbing a towel, and wrapped it around her standing quietly and listening, but she heard nothing. She crossed to her bedroom closet and caught her reflection in the oval mirror, her shoulder length brown hair was wet from the shower and lay tousled around her face. She unfastened her towel and paused for a minute to admire her firm muscular body in the mirror as she dried her hair. She reached for the glass of wine waiting for her on her dressing table and drained the glass in three swallows as she studied her reflection. She smiled again as she felt the warmth of the wine blossom in her stomach and contemplated her empty glass thinking about pouring herself another… “Why the hell not?” she thought, “I’m not driving anywhere tonight!” She slipped on a silk bathrobe, belting it around her waist loosely and proceeded to the kitchen pausing a moment to turn on her computer. Some fruit and cheese would go well with the wine, she decided, and she hummed softly to herself as she arranged everything on a tray. She sipped her wine and nibbled a cracker as she waited for her e-mail to download and then spent the next several minutes deleting message after message and feeling mild irritation at all the junk that flowed into her inbox. “Garbage and more garbage!” She grumbled, “One boring message after another! Porn… adds for Viagra…what’s this? “Wait… how did he get…” she broke off and leaned forward to read the following message. The subject line said “Sarah, I really enjoyed our Dance Last night!” she clicked it open and felt little electric prickles of surprise tickle her armpits as she read… Sarah, I hope you had an exciting day… Do you remember me? Because I can’t seem to get you out of my mind… the feel of your tight little body in my arms...the scent of your hair… and the taste of your lips… I’m very much looking forward “finishing” out dance as we were… interrupted last night. I hope to see you Soon… I wait… Blue Eyes She knew immediately who it was from… but how had he gotten her e-mail? She had met him last night at the club. He had stood in the background most of the night, looking out at the crowd from under a shock of curly black hair. She’d noticed at first because he was so tall and so damn good looking! He obviously worked out. His muscular shoulders stretched the fabric of his shirt tight across his deltoids and back as he moved around the room… sipping his drink… and watching… Every time she’d looked up she’d found his steady gaze locked on her. She would look away quickly, uncomfortable under the intensity of his electric blue eyes. She’d had plenty of dance partners that night but the hours slipped past and he wasn’t one of them. She’d wondered what it would be like… to dance with that him. But he’d just stood quietly in the background and watched her. She’d felt an electric tingle in her belly every time she looked up to see his eyes on her. Who was he and why didn’t he come over and ask her to dance? Later that night she’d gone to the bar to refresh her drink and when she’d turned around to take it back to her table, he’d been standing directly behind her and had taken her drink from her as she’d turned and set it back on the bar behind her. Before she could take a breath and protest, he’d pulled her into his arms and swept her onto the dance floor. They’d danced the rest of the night; he’d held her hostage between songs on the dance floor whispering promises of the pleasures he could bring her softly in her ear. His lips promising things they could do to other parts of her body as they trailed hot fire across her neck… secret things that he would show her if she’d just let him take her home. He’d kept her breathless and dizzy from dancing and from stolen kisses and it was a struggle for her not to tell him where she lived! They’d walked to the her car together and stood for a long while talking about books and movies and places he wanted to show her until the parking lot was almost empty and she had finally told him she had to go and turned to unlock her car. He had just chuckled deep in his chest and stepped forward turning her toward him and pinning her gently against her car as he bent to kiss her. Her breath had stopped as their lips met. She had been afraid to breathe; afraid to break the spell of his kiss; she’d been only vaguely aware that he’d completely unbuttoned her blouse in those few seconds and had his warm hand inside her bra, his thumb stroking the nipple into a hard little button. His lips had finally left hers to nuzzle their way down her neck and she gasped her back arching against the warmth of his lips on her aching nipple. His mouth; hot on her breast, his teeth causing her to cry out with pleasure. She’d gasped and protested as he’d released her nipple and pulled her hips firmly against the aching bulge in his jeans. He had tried to slip a hand under her skirt, but that had brought her to her senses and she quickly disentangled herself from his arms telling him that she really did have to go. Touching his cheek she'd turned away to button her blouse and unlock her door when she'd heard his amused chuckle behind her and his hand slipped into her blouse again; firm on her breast pulling her against him… “Let me take you home my beauty and I promise you won’t be disappointed!” he had whispered, his voice soft in her ear. Firmly he’d slipped his free hand under her skirt and dipped a finger into the wetness hidden inside her panties. He’d laughed softly and sought out her swollen, throbbing clit, stroking it, squeezing it softly between fingers that were slick with her own desires. She protested softly and leaned weakly against the car for support. God, she had wanted him to take her right there in the parking lot! She’d just stood there, letting a perfect stranger feel her up in the darkness as the last of the dancers had driven out of the lot… stood there loving the feel of his fingers as they slid deep inside her, his lips soft and warm against the back of her neck…his dick hard and insistent against her ass. She had almost given in and let him fuck her right there against the side of the car, but she had managed to keep her head and somehow… she had returned home that night… alone! When she’d woken that morning the memory of him was running through her mind like a song; and the symphony of the Blue Eyed Stranger had just gotten more elaborate as the day wore on. She took another long drink from her glass, loving the warm buzz she was beginning to feel and leaned back in her chair, letting the fantasy swell in her mind… she could almost feel of the cold metal of the car beneath her… the way her nipple had tingled deliciously between his fingers… the musky, sexy smell of him as he stood behind her slowly finger fucking her in the darkness… Her own fingers drifted between her thighs and she smiled at the spreading wetness there. She sought her throbbing clit with slippery, wet fingers and sighed again deeply as she stroked herself remembering the feel of his strong hands there… if he was only here now… A little groan escaped her at the thought and she sunk lower into her chair unconsciously spreading her thighs to allow her fingers easier access… she read the message again and her thoughts drifted back over the last few months of her life. It had been two years since she’d had sex with anyone. After her last relationship she had been too scared to let anyone get close enough to her to have sex. Her one and only “relationship” had been with a dangerously crazy man and she had been lucky to get out of that one in one piece. Since her escape she had kept men at a distance… with very little effort… But there was something hypnotic in his startling blue eyes; the way he’d looked at her had almost taken her willpower away… She filled her glass again and glanced at his message feeling vaguely uneasy as she pondered how he could have gotten her e-mail address… one of her girl-friends maybe? She leaned back to consider the question, her head spinning pleasantly as she finished the wine and poured herself one more glass. She began to compose a reply to him in her mind… her fingers drifted back down to her crotch. She closed her eyes and drifted deeper into the fantasy only to be brought jarringly back to the present as a hand was clamped tightly against her mouth holding her head firmly against the back of the chair. A husky voice whispered softly in her ear, “Shhh, be still… don’t scream, I’m not going to hurt you! I’ve been watching you tonight… there’s a delightful view of your shower from the window and I must say it was very considerate of you to leave the drapes open for me. Oh, and sweetheart, you forgot to lock your back door; or did you leave that open for me too?” She felt his fingers soft against her thigh as they slipped between her legs. That familiar chuckle erupted deep in his chest, “Oh, you’re so wet, sweetheart!” he purred, his lips warm against her cheek... “And I see you got my e-mail. Are you ready for our dance?" His fingers continued their exploration; plunging inside her he smeared the wetness there across her pussy lips. “Were you thinking of me as you played with yourself just now? You looked so pretty sitting there playing with your wet little pussy… your legs spread open that way” he murmured and smeared her juices down the inside of her thigh as he opened her legs wider, “I couldn’t resist you any longer. I just had to come in and join you… here let me show you… like this…” and a moan oozed from her throat as three of his fingers burrowed inside her and curled to stroke the secret spot deep inside her. His tongue flicked wetly across her ear lobe… hot lips against her throat… somehow, she was drawn up out of her chair and pinned against his chest by the hand at her mouth and the fingers that were still deep inside her… working their way ever deeper into her dripping pussy. She struggled trying to escape but his fingers gripped her crotch like iron holding her tight against him while he slipped his bulging cock between the cheeks of her firm little behind. She froze… Oh God, he was naked! Her heart hammered against her ribs, she panted shallowly... fear blossoming in her belly as she felt the head of his prick probe the entrance to her quivering asshole. His fingers continued their internal explorations as he whispered softly into her ear, “My sexy, wet, little toy… before I’m through with you, you will beg for me to fuck this hot little hole!" Michelle could barely breathe from fear as the swollen head of his cock slowly probed the opening of her ass. She trembled violently; waiting for the pain... he was too big; she knew from experience the pain caused from being fucked in the ass by a dick his size. She renewed her struggles to break out of his grasp only to have a damp funny smelling cloth pressed against her face and then… Darkness! Hello my faithful readers here is part one, if you would like to see what happens to Sarah, vote for this part of the story and then email me and let me know if you want the story to continue. I am polishing the final draft now, and would consider your input about what happens to Sarah. Ever watchful... the Nitegazer Home at Last She reads the ad one last time, nervously licking her parched lips. So this is what desperation breeds, an ad for sex. She hits the enter key and waits to see the confirmation code, logging back in she hits the, Yes I'm Sure button. It should read, Yes I'm Sure I Want to Meet a Lot of Crazy Men. She pours another glass of wine, maybe the empty bottle has a lot to do with her decision to post an ad in the personals section of the sex chat site. Her screen blinks and she sees a response already, reading online now. Downing the wine, she needs the fortitude, she hits the show all icon and starts to read. Lonely man would like to accompany you to your cousin's wedding. I am not too hard on the eyes, at least I haven't made any children scream in horror, recently. I am 6 foot tall, all my own hair and teeth, and I dress up nicely. I think you'd look great on my arm. Picture attached. She scrolls down to find the picture and loses her breath. Rubbing at her eyes, she tries to breathe, but can't quite pull in any air. That smile, those eyes, they have haunted her dreams for years. The last time she heard his silky voice, dripping from his kissable lips, it still makes her quiver. He promised to call her, tomorrow, and tomorrow never came. A tear spills over her cheek, cold as it splashes on her breast. Silent sobs as she rereads the words. How is it possible that of the tens of thousands of members, he is the one who read her ad, responded so quickly it was like he was anticipating its arrival. As the sobs slow and her breathing comes easier she types a response. Hello lonely man. A few questions for you if you don't mind. Are you single? Do you have children? Where do you live? Do you work? Why are you lonely? The audible click of the send button sends a shiver up her spine and she waits for his answers. Uncorking another bottle of wine...this may be a long night, she pours her glass full, and sits back, her eyes glued to the screen, sipping the liquid, letting it warm her from the inside. She closes her eyes remembering how good they were together, a brief but fiery romance, it seemed to hold such promise. For the hundredth time she replays the last few days they spent together in her head, looking, searching for what she may have done wrong, what she might have said to drive him away. The pain in her chest, the same one that always squeezes her heart as if it were in a vise, makes her cringe, she quickly drains another glass of wine. The icon for mail lights up and she hesitates, her fingers trembling as they hover over the keyboard, then quickly jabbing it. She reads his answers. Yes, I am single. I don't have any children. I live in the same city as you do. I work, everyday, doing something I love, so I can barely call it work. I had to think about that last question, and I have decided that the truth would be the best answer. I am in love, but I haven't heard from her in a long time, every time the phone rings, I hope it is her. It never is. But, I think it's finally time to stop being lonely, maybe I can start with you. Her fingers fly to cover her left breast, as if to stop her heart from leaping out. She does not even pause to think about who he had been in love with, it obviously wasn't her. But it does answer the question of why he stopped calling her, he fell in love and didn't have the nerve to tell her. It would have been kinder to have told her, she waited weeks, then months and now it seems years for someone who's heart belongs to another. A flash of anger rips through her and she tosses the wineglass across the room, the delicate glass shattering and skittering across the floor. Red droplets stain the white curtain at the window and she feels the torrent of tears, coursing over her cheeks. She buries her face in a pillow and screams, screams until there is nothing left in her to scream about. An empty shell, she stares teary eyed at the screen, the mail button taunting her, she stabs it with her finger. Maybe I should have left that part out. About being in love, a poor choice of words. Let me rephrase please. I was in love, a long time ago, but she broke my heart. Walked away one day and never came back. I am ready to move on, I have buried the demons at last, and I would love to accompany you to the wedding. I won't even hold you to the offered payment of a night of carefree sex. Although I wouldn't say no if you offered without the obligation of payment. A smiley face followed the printed words. Almost obscene as it continued to wink over and over again. Standing, she padded softly to the bathroom, ran a hot tub, another glass of wine and she climbed in and soaked. Her body was aching, as if it had been through a rigorous work out. She stretched her limbs, lolling in the tub, sipping the wine, feeling dizzy, she let herself remember again. He held her close, the airport noisy around them. His lips on hers, breathing life into her, making her tremble. His promise to call when he got there, just to hear her voice he said. The worry in her heart when he didn't call, the anguish that something may have happened to him. The days of pacing, sitting by the phone, calling his number to no avail. And then her resolve to forget him, tossing the answering machine into the garbage can, tired of the light never blinking, never showing a new message. She bites her bottom lip, she changed her number after not hearing from him for a week. Moved three weeks later, closer to work as she immersed herself, and oh...it was a new office as well, the company she worked for merging with a larger one. Chewing on her bottom lip, not realizing that she had broken the skin until the next sip of wine, her lips burning as the alcohol flowed into the open cut. Dropping the glass as she gasps, hearing the delicate stem breaking. She fishes the shattered glass from the tub, pulls the plug and grabs a towel. Wrapping it around her as she rushes back to the computer. Her fingers flying over the keyboard she types... Do you have any idea why she walked away? Did you try to get in touch with her? She waits, almost motionless, staring at the screen, Blink, the mail icon, she jabs at it. I am not sure why you are interested in this, but since you asked I will tell you. We said goodbye at the airport and I went away on business. When I got to the hotel the power was out, and I wasn't able to call her. The next morning we left early and spent 21 days on location shooting pictures in the jungle, no phones, no internet. When I finally got back to the hotel and civilization, I called and her number was disconnected. Two weeks of editing before I got to return home. I made the cab go to her address. I knocked on the door so loudly a neighbour came out to see what I was doing and told me she had moved. The man called me a cab and I went home, anxious to get my mail, check messages on my phone. One message from her to tell me how worried she was and then one more that said simply, good bye. I was angry at first, stormed her office the next day to find that it too was gone. Simply vanished. Everyday I hoped she would call, I didn't move even though I should have and I kept my phone number, and still check my messages. Tomorrow I am going house hunting, I want to get out of the city, and I am going to get a new number to start over again. Sorry to have rambled on, but that truly felt liberating, to type all of this. I know that after that long monologue you won't consider me for a date, but I want to thank you, Good luck. Heart racing she paces back and forth. She rereads the message. Her heart ready to burst, but not with pain, with hope, maybe just maybe tomorrow has finally arrived. Finding some clothes, the kind of clothes she hasn't worn in a long time, lacy panties, matching bra. Skirt, stockings, diaphanous blouse and a pair of heels. She calls a cab and then hurries to pin her hair up. Dabbing a bit of the perfume he used to like so much on the rapid pulse point on her neck she brushes her teeth and grabs her purse. So anxious to see him she steps outside, locking the door, pacing nervously but with more joy flooding through her than she can remember ever feeling. She glances at her watch, it's after midnight, shocked that it is so late, she wonders if he will still be awake. She decides that if she has to break his door down and haul him from his bed, she is not missing this opportunity to find out if he can still love her, if he can forgive her folly, her hastiness to give up on him. The cab arrives and whisks her to his house. It is darkness, not a light burning anywhere, yet she pays the driver and exits the car. She walks, no runs to the door, almost tripping up the steps and rings the doorbell. She laughs at the silence, he still hasn't fixed it so she grabs the door knocker and starts pounding it on the striker. Startled as the door is yanked open, almost pulling her off her feet, she disentangles her fingers from the knocker and stands looking at him. He is clad in a pair of black, form fitting boxer shorts, his muscled and tanned legs ending in bare feet. His chest muscles rippling, she lifts her gaze to meet his eyes, and stares into the gaze that has haunted her dreams for so long. His tousled hair telling her that he had been sleeping. She opens her mouth to say hello, to start explaining why she is here, why she wasn't here years ago. He seizes her, half in and half out, hovering on the door step, his lips searing to hers. Groaning into her mouth, his hands bruising her skin, fingers digging in until she cries out in pain. He doesn't loosen his grip, in fact his strong fingers wrap tighter on her upper arms. He tears his lips from hers with an anguished growl and says, "If I am dreaming, I don't ever want to wake up, but if you are real I don't ever want to let go." His eyes are bright with tears unshed as hers start pouring tears of joy. He groans and drags her inside slamming the door behind her. His hands are fast, touching every exposed inch of flesh, then tearing her clothes off to gaze at her as she quivers in bra and panties. He pushes her roughly against the door, cursing, mumbling incoherently and squeezes her breasts. She writhes against the cool door, pressed between it and his hard body. He leans heavily on her, pushing the air from her lungs, he holds her arms above her head and sinks his teeth into her earlobe. She gasps, a scream building, welling up from the very depths of her belly as he whispers, "Are you real?" He drops his mouth to her right breast, tearing her bra, ripping it open with the force of his teeth and sinks hard teeth into soft flesh, so close to her nipple, she lets the scream loose. He looks up at her, "You sure sound real. You smell exactly as I remember." Her breathing so laboured, she struggles to tell him, "Sorry." Hoping that that one word will explain, will tell him how heart broken she was, how happy she is now. He growls, shhhhhhhhhhh, don't say another word until I am sure you are not a dream. His mouth continues to ravage her breasts, her wrists squeezed painfully by his hand, held above her head, bringing her up on tiptoe. If this is what heaven is like, she is no longer afraid to die, but will run willingly towards it. She is not sure if she can stand one more second of his lips, his tongue, his teeth, her heart galloping, the sheer effort of remembering to breathe exhausting. His fingers hook her panties and with a sound of ripping fabric she is at last naked, he drops the ragged cloth to the floor and plunges his fingers into her treasure box. His hard cock insistent against her leg, he rubs up and down then pulls his shorts off and aims his manhood at her willing pussy. It slides in, pressing her walls back, nestling into the warmth of her. He moves his hips back and forth, fucking her, hard and fast, rubbing her aching clit and dropping his mouth to suckle at her bitten nipple. Her scream startles him, the strength of her vaginal muscles making him grimace as she clamps down on his pistoning rod. He tears away from her nipple, tosses his head back and roars, his cock exploding, the pressure in his balls letting go, he feels his seed rising, and shooting out of his throbbing mushroomed head. Filling his dream girl, as her sweet girl cum flows from her. He covers her open screaming mouth and eats her moans, swallows the screams, his body stilled, buried deep, her cunt still milking his sensitive glans, draining him completely. He pulls from her, bends to scoop her up and into his arms, kissing passionately until he slides her quivering form onto his bed. Climbing in next to her, pulling her close, arms wrapped around her. "I am not letting you go, and if you are real, and still here in the morning, consider yourself home, permanently. I have never stopped loving you and intend to spend the rest of my life letting you know just how much." Her eyelids fluttering closed, she whispers back, "I am finally home, where I belong." Home at Last I'm sitting on the couch waiting for the familiar sound of your car being parked and then your keys jingling in the lock. Tonight is no normal night as far as my plans are concerned! Car... Keys... I leap up and stand in the corner next to the door; the instant you walk in I snatch your glasses away from you and put a blindfold over your eyes. You try to protest but I kiss you softly, letting my lips meet yours, my tongue lick them and eventually, as the passion builds, my teeth nibble them. I can see your nose twitch slightly and guess that you have picked up the subtle aroma of the candles; what you were unable to see before I pounced was that the fire is licking around a couple of logs, candles are spaced around the room and the folding chairs are opened out on the floor and covered with a fleece blanket. I take your bag from you and put it on the sofa and start to unzip your jacket. You slip out of it and I push you gently against the door and start to kiss you again. I pull your right leg up so our hips meet and you can feel the effect that this is having on me. I start to unbutton your shirt as your hand moves to my jeans and starts to rub the increasing bulge at the front of them. My hand slips behind you and unfastens your bra so I can have access to your wonderful, firm breasts. I slowly move away from your mouth, kissing your cheek, then your neck, throat and shoulder, slowly working my way towards your cleavage. I'm reluctant to move lower as I know you'll have to stop your strokings, but tonight is about you and not me, so I continue downward. I push your bra up over your breasts and rub each one in turn, cupping, caressing, fondling and eventually kissing. I make no contact with your nipples to begin with and toy only with the sensitive flesh of your breast, moving close to your nipples but avoiding them. I eventually kiss each nipple in turn; soft contact, my tongue gently coating each one in saliva as my hands move towards the buttons and zip of your trousers. You shrug your shirt and bra onto the floor – for once you aren't cold – and start to run your fingers through my hair, which I have left ungelled for a better feel. As your fingers explore my hair, my hands are removing your trousers and lifting your feet out of them. I kiss around the waistband of your knickers, all the time careful not to touch your pussy – that's for later. My hands have worked their way past your hips and are kneading your buttocks. Your fantastic, firm buttocks... I slip my hands inside the bottom of your knickers and scratch my fingernails from the small of your back to the tops of your thighs, stopping just before I get to the really ticklish areas. At the same time I start to trace the folds of your pussy with my nose, light touches, before I reposition and take hold of the waistband in my teeth and pull them down. As they drop, you step out of them and kick them aside and I lift your leg onto the end of the sofa so I have better access to my goal. I kiss from your ankle to your knee and then start to lick, small flicks of my tongue from your knee to your inner thigh. I can feel your hands starting to speed up in my hair and have an idea what you want. I bring my right hand away from your arse and brush my fingers through your lower hair, working downwards to your slit, increasing pressure as I pass over your clit and continue downwards until I part your lips. I can feel the beginnings of moisture and decide to increase the flow. I centre my head in front of you and feel a soft urgency as you pull my head towards you. I oblige by licking you from bottom to top and back down again before kissing you on the lips and burying my tongue inside you. I move my tongue in circles, each one bigger than the last and then focus on your opening again. I start to fuck you with my tongue and move both my hands to your arse again. Now is the time to let you get off your feet; I stand up and take you by the hand, guiding you to the makeshift bed. I help you lie down and whip your socks off so you are now completely naked, and to make things fair, I strip too. I reach for a towel and a bowl of warm water from under the table and start to wash your feet; soaking each in turn. The fire is making shadows leap across your naked body and silhouetting you on the far wall; your flat stomach accentuating your breasts, the curve of your legs as I lift them to dry your feet looking divine. I position myself at the end of the 'bed' and reach for the bottle of moisturiser that has been warming in the hearth. I squirt some in my hands to test it and find it has reached a good, safe temperature – one that will not make you leap or scream when it touches you! I start to massage your left foot, rubbing the crème into every crease and wrinkle, rubbing it between your toes and into your heel. I move to your other foot and repeat the process. I reach for the moisturiser bottle again and lay a trail of cream all the way up each leg and across your stomach. I massage up your legs, often laying a kiss before I spread the crème, or a lick here and there to give you a range of sensations. I leave your pussy untouched as I move to your stomach, rubbing the crème in as I go. I enjoy the feel of your soft skin beneath my hands, the curve of your ribs, the protrusions of your collarbone and your slender, graceful neck. I cover every inch of your torso and arms in lotion before helping you to roll onto your stomach. Again, I cover you in lotion and return to your feet to start with your legs. I rub the crème in, using firm strokes, alternating between my fingertips and my knuckles. I grin as I reach your arse, I love your bum, and could spend many happy hours caressing it. If I could do so without getting in trouble! I squeeze both buttocks at the same time and push them together, working my fingers slowly towards your crevice as gravity draws your cheeks downwards again. I run my fingernails lightly over your skin and up towards the cleft of your buttocks where I gather some more crème and slowly work it into your crack. I slowly trail one finger from the base of your spine down towards your pussy, occasionally backing up a little and re-covering some of the same skin. I bring myself out of this semi-hypnotised state and realise that I have left a number of patches of crème not massaged in. I work to remedy this immediately! I gather the moisturiser from around your hips and with big, circular movements of my strong hands I start to rub it into your skin. I kneel beside you as I work towards your shoulders, increasing the pressure as I get closer to them. I can hear you start to loose groans and moans as I massage the tense areas, releasing the stress of the day and letting it go. Once I have worked out as many of the kinks and knots as I can I lay next to you and stroke your hair until you roll over. Your hand touches the side of my face and you guide your lips to mine and smile. As you move to take off the blindfold, I catch your hand and tell you it has to stay. I push you onto your back and kiss you again before I turn to face your pussy, lying on my side next to you so I can reach what I'm after. I push your thighs apart and kiss over your pubic hair before I am once again face to face with your pussy. Instead of the softly-softly approach this time I dive straight in and push my tongue inside you. I wrap my hands around the backs of your thighs to help me get better access as I assault your opening with my tongue, licking and pushing as I go. I feel your hand on the back of my leg, rubbing, stroking and gripping as I hit the right spot. You work your hand up towards my arse and start to squeeze. I continue to lick and kiss your pussy as I feel your tongue brush against my dick. I try not to flinch from the unexpected contact, but I can't help it. The warm wetness of your tongue has always set my nerve endings tingling! I can feel your head moving again and your hand slipping away from my arse as you re-position yourself to take my cock in your mouth. I gasp as you wrap your lips around it and slowly slide your mouth down my shaft. This feels divine, and it's all I can do to keep my mouth on your pussy! I thrust my hips a little and start to slowly fuck your mouth to the same rhythm my tongue is fucking your pussy. I can feel your tongue flicker against the underside of my dick and then circle the tip as it plunges in and out of your mouth, while your hand cups and caresses my balls, driving me crazy with the multiple sensations. Enough is enough and I disengage from between your thighs and return to kiss you again as I lie on top of you, angling my cock towards your pussy. A minor shuffle of the hips and I'm inside the molten warmth of you. We both groan as I lower myself into you and settle once I can go no further. We continue to kiss through all this, our lips not parting until I start to withdraw from you. We move into a comfortable rhythm, me using long, slow strokes, you matching my moves and wrapping your arms and legs around my back. I pull back so my cock almost leaves your pussy, and start to kiss your neck, twitching my hips so I move a fraction of an inch into you and back out again. As I move my lips to yours again I thrust fully inside you again and watch your face as you arch your back to receive me. I lean back and lift your legs onto my shoulders and start to thrust in and out again long, slow strokes intermingled with short fast ones as my hands rub up and down your legs. I watch your breasts as they sway and rock with our movements and reach down to hold one, wrapping my other arm around your legs, hugging them to my chest. You wriggle your legs free and cross them against my stomach, reaching for the back of my neck with both hands, pulling me towards you so we can kiss again. You kiss my lips and then my cheek, working your way towards my ear. Once there, your voice hoarse but urgent, you command; "Fuck me!" Who am I to argue? As we continue to kiss I speed up the pace as I thrust hard and fast into your pussy, my balls slapping against your arse with every thrust. I work my arms under your shoulders and grip onto them so I can pull myself into you. It's not long until I'm out of breath and need to slow the pace... I lean back and push your legs to one side, careful not to slip out of you, and curl in behind you. One hand wrapped across your stomach, the other under your neck and caressing your breast. You turn your head to kiss me and find my lips ready and waiting for you. As I rotate my hips I can feel that impending release building up inside me; I want to look at you as it overtakes me so I roll you onto your back again and pull off your blindfold. You smile and say, "Well, hello sweaty, but sexy!" I grin back at you as I slide back inside you and start to build up to my orgasm. You know I'm close and again tell me to fuck you, to use you, to make myself cum – this pushes me over the edge as I pull out and watch spurt after spurt land on your chest. As soon as you see the first shot, you push your boobs together making enhancing your cleavage and that just turns me on even more. I finally finish and lean forward to kiss you again before I reach for the tissues and the towel again to get you cleaned off. As we lie there holding each other, smiling at each other, we slowly drift into sleep as the flames continue to devour the logs and dance in the fireplace. Home at Last ***Thank you NightoftheLepus for editing my story :D*** Her steps echoed in the littered alley as she ran from the man who was chasing her. Just moments earlier she had walked past him on the dimly lit street on her way back from work. Heading down the quiet street towards her car, a few blocks away, he had violently dragged her into the dark alley, where he had shown his sharp teeth and a wicked smile. Allison couldn't believe what she just saw. 'Vampire? No way!' She thought, struggling to get away from him, feeling panic was about to grip her tight. "Come here puppet," the vampire named, Stavros said, smiling, hearing how her heart rate increase, smelling her fear saturating the air. "It will not hurt." He laughed as he lowered his head to sink his teeth into her soft tantalizing skin. Frightened, she kneed him, as her father had taught her so many years ago and began to run as fast as she could further into the alley, desperate to get away, to stay alive. Stavros hunched over, cursing over the fact that a puny human female had taken him by surprise. He had thought that she would be an easy prey. Standing up slowly he began to follow her, stalking his prey. Allison dove behind a dumpster, after she looked for a way out, in an effort to get away, scraping her hands and forearm in the process. The pain shot through her body and she tried to hide as best as she could. Her labored breathing and whimpering, due to the pain in her hands, was the only sound in the alley. 'Oh my God I'm going to die!' The tears began to well up in her eyes as the panic came rushing along with fear. "Here kitty," The vampire mocked her. "I can smell your distress and hear your heartbeat. I will find you and when I do we are going to have so much fun. Well at least I will." Stavros smiled, having more fun than he'd had in many, many years. He wanted to make this last, maybe even fuck her while he fed from her. Allison began praying frantically when she realized that she couldn't get away. His footsteps came closer and closer. Right before he reached the dumpster and his prey a man's voice called out. "Hey!" The vampire spun around, chocked, towards the man that had spoken, angry over being interrupted. Not far from the opening was a man holding a machete. He was 6'1" tall, with a muscular body and short brown hair. The man smiled but the smile didn't reach his green eyes. Allison tried to see the man who had drawn the attention of the vampire, leaning out from behind the dumpster. "Stay right where you are," he said when he saw her head peaking out. He took a step closer to the vampire, getting a firmer grip on the machete. "I'll be there in a bit". As he said that the vampire lunged himself at him, Stavros bared his teeth and tried to bite the human who was trying to interrupt his meal, just to miss his mark. Allison gasped at the sight, but the man just kept smiling when he took a step to the side to avoid the attacker and swung the machete towards the vampires neck. In a blink of an eye the vampires head rolled away from his body, which landed on the ground. She felt her stomach wanted to empty itself, her breathing came in short bursts. "Deep breaths, everything will be alright." Stunned, Allison looked up at the handsome stranger that had saved her. "I'm, Dean Winchester and I will not harm you." He offered her his hand and helped her to stand. Not letting go of her he walked with her past the dead vampire. "What was he?"she asked nervously trying hard not to look at the dead body. "A vampire," Dean explained looking at her, confirmed what she had thought. Noticing her bright blue eyes with a rim of green around the pupil and her auburn hair that were kept in a fishbone braid that reached past her shoulders. "Thank you for saving me, I'll be fine once I reach my car," Alison said nervously. "Where are you parked?" He asked as they walked down the street towards a car park next to a rather rundown apartment building. Once at the car park she headed towards a yellow car with a white top in a used condition. "You drive a '57 Thunderbird?" he asked bewildered. She nodded and smiled, relaxing. Men always seemed to be surprised when they found out what she drove. Looking at him, Allison saw that he was looking at her car impressed. She looked down on her clothes. Nothing special there that all. A lavender cardigan over a white blouse and with that a black pencil skirt and flats. "Have you had it for long?" he asked genuinely interested. She looked at him, startled that he asked her about her car as he began walking around it. "Yes, since I was 16. My last gift from my, Dad" "I'm sorry," he said looking at her. 'Damn, she is beautiful,' he thought shaking his head, trying to shake the tingling feeling in his gut. She looked at him and was thinking the same thing shuddering. "Thank you for saving me back there," she smiled weakly suddenly nervous. "Just doing my job and it is always a pleasure helping a damsel in distress," he smiled. Alison turned to unlock her car when, Dean stopped her. "Would you like to join me for dinner?" he asked surprised that he had asked her to join him. "Ehm, sure. Thai?" "That would be great?" he said with a big smile and this time it reached his eyes. "My car is right over there but I can get it later." She looked towards the direction, Dean was pointing and saw a black '67 Chevy Impala. Alison waled up to it and looked at it with awe. "She's beautiful." Dean smiled another genuine smile. "Yeah, she is. I've had her since I was in my early 20's," he said as he walked back to her car waiting for her to get behind the steering wheel of the T-bird. A moment later they entered the small Thai restaurant, a few blocks south from the car park. The smells made their stomachs growl. They were seated at a table next to the window looking out over a park. While they were reading the menus, silence settled. Alison looked around in her favorite restaurant, at the scarlet walls with gold trimmings and the golden dragons. Bamboo screens dividing the tables from each other to ensure privacy. "Thank you for joining me," Dean's attempt to small talk didn't go unnoticed, Alison looked at him puzzled. "Thank you for inviting me. This is on me, as a thank you for saving me." Dean shook his head and tried to object that she wanted to pay for dinner. She picked up her menu and began reading, hoping that the waitress would show up soon and, Dean gave up shaking his head, smiling. After a little while the young Asian waitress arrived at their table and they placed their orders. After she had left, Alison took of her cardigan and placed it over the back if her chair, her breasts straining against the soft fabric of her blouse. Dean looked at her swallowing hard at the sight. "It's quite warm in here," she excused herself after seeing, Dean's right eyebrow lift. He nodded and took of his own jacket. Alison looked at him in an awe, he had looked good with the jacket on, but now she could see that he indeed was muscular, with natural muscles that come from work, not from a gym. She felt how she became aroused. The food came and they ate in silence for a while. "How long ago was it your, Dad died?" Dean asked after a while, desperate to get rid of the silence. "About 12 years ago. Prostate cancer." Tears tried to escape her eyes, so she blinked swiftly. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." "It's okay. My mum and my brothers didn't want to talk about him after his funeral. I'm of the opinion that if you talk about the dead, you honor their memory." Dean smiled at that statement, thinking about his parents and, Sam. "My mum died when I was four and, Sammy was only six months old. Dad did his best raising us. He died about nine years ago." He almost choked by the onslaught of emotions that the memories brought. Alison placed her hand over his that was laying on the table, squeezing it lightly, tried to comfort him sensing that he had been through a lot in his life. They finished their meal and returned to her car. Allison couldn't help but to look at her savior and wonder if his lips was as soft as they looked. As they walked, he could smell his cologne, spicy and fresh and while she pondered, Dean was looking at her thinking the same thing about her lips. "Thank you, Dean once again for saving me, and for the dinner company," She smiled and stood on her tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. "You're welcome" Dean smiled and opened the car door for her. She got behind the wheel but before she could react, he opened the passenger door and got in. "I will follow you home to make sure that you are home safe" She began driving through the city to the other side, to her home in the outskirts of town, stopping outside a small one story house with a well kept garden. It had rosebushes on each side of the steps that lead up to a porch with outdoor furniture and a big grill. "We're here," Allison said parking the car on the driveway. "Nice house." "Thank you," She smiled getting out of the car and began walking to her front door. Dean followed her looking at her rear. 'She is really beautiful,' He thought admiring her. She unlocked the door and turned to, Dean and kissed him on the cheek again. Their eyes meet, and, Dean leans forward and gives her a light kiss on her lips. "Good nig-" Dean began when his lips left hers. Allison grabbed his jacket and pulled him down so she could give him a smoldering kiss. He felt her tongue at his lips and granted her access. Their tongues began a sensual dance as, Dean's arm's surrounded her and the kiss deepened. He pushed her up against the wall next to the front door and tore himself from the kiss. Breathing unevenly he placed his forehead against hers. Allison began thinking that maybe he wasn't all that attracted to her and began to pull back. "I didn't have this in mind when I followed you home," Dean started to say. "But if you want me to stay you better tell me now." Stunned she looked up at him and saw the raw lust in his beautiful green eyes. "Stay." She said grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open, wrapping her arms around, Dean's neck. With a small growl he lifted her up and carried her inside. Closing the door he found his way through the hall, passing a kitchen to the right and a bathroom on the left, coming to a living room that he crossed to get to her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, without his lips leaving hers. Their breathing became more erratic and the kisses more frantic. Allsion began to take his jacket and shirt of and Dean soon after that removed his t-shirt. Her cardigan is shortly on the floor quickly followed by her blouse. They stopped to take a bit of air. Dean caressed her face and kissed her with a passion she has never experienced before. His hands slowly moving from her face, down her neck, to her breasts that were covered by a white lace bra. With a moan she arched her back to meet his hands, that were slowly moving towards her back to remove her bra. Caressing her breasts, Dean began to kiss and nibble his way down her neck, Allison's nails starting to dig into his strong shoulders and her breathing becoming more and more erratic. He smiled and continued his way to her right breast, savoring the feel of her soft, ample breast, feeling how his groin become tighter and tighter. Kissing and licking his way to her nipple brought out a loud moan from, Allison began to feel how her panties became soaked by her juices. Dean's hand found her unattended nipple, running his finger around it. sending her even closer to the edge. With an effort, Allison managed to get him on his back. She began to kiss him, trailing her hands down his muscular chest to his jeans. Smiling at the approving groan from him she unbuckled his belt. She can't resist to nibble his earlobe. In response, Allison found herself on her back, Dean kissing her frantically and his hands making their way to her skirt. Slowly moving the zipper down and in the process her skirt followed. His hands caressed their way up her legs and stopped when they reached her panties. Breaking the kiss he looked at her and smiled, slowly kissing his way down her body, making her cry out in pleasure, arcing her back to meet his kisses. "Oh God!" Allison gasped feeling her underwear became more and more wet the further down he went with his kisses and nibbles. Reaching her panties he could tell that she was aroused and couldn't help but to feel good about himself pleasing a woman. It had been to long since he had sex. Without further ado the panties landed on the floor next to her skirt. Dean looked at her with pure lust and a rather painful erection straining against the fly in his jeans. Smiling he carefully placed his mouth over her wet pussy and exhaled, placing a finger at her opening. Moving his finger over her labia, but avoiding the clit and her opening. Loud moans escaped, Allison as she moved her hips in an attempt to get, Dean to do what she wanted him to do. "Dean please, I can't..." She stopped when he began suckling gently on her clit sending sparks all the way up her spine making her moan even louder as one of his fingers begin to move in an out of her sopping wet pussy. Adding another finger, Dean began to pick up the pace with the thrusts of his fingers, feeling how she was getting closer and closer to her first orgasm. As her first orgasm hit, her legs began to squeeze his head, as he continued his ministrations only stopping when he felt the walls of her pussy stop squeezing his fingers. Overcome with need, Dean quickly disposed of rest of his clothing, as hard as he'd ever have been before. Bewildered he looked at her and slowly moved up her body to place his lips on hers. Allison's hands found his head and held it while she devoured his lips and caressing his tongue with hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, signalling that she is more than ready for him to take her. Where he found his self control he had no idea, but he managed to take things real slow as he positioned himself between her legs and placed the tip of his cock at her opening, slowly pushing his way into her. Both of them gasped at the wonderful sensation of tightens and fullness. Holding one of her legs, Dean begin to move slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight wet pussy and her fingernails raking down his back, her lips against his. Their bodies moving in unison, breathing heavy and the smell of their arousal hanging in the air. Dean began thrusting faster as his hand kept roaming over her body, not able stopping himself from kissing and caressing her as he thrusted his cock in and out of her delectable body. Moving her mouth from his, she screamed out her pleasure, not coming down from her climax as, Dean kept going. Soon after he joined her with a loud grunt and slumped on top of her, nuzzling his face in her hair. While hugging each other in the aftermath of their earthshaking climaxes they shared tender kisses. Dean roll over on his back still having, Allison in his arms. As he drifted of to sleep he couldn't help but to feel like he was home at last. Home at Last "Sir, Sir. We are about to land." I open my eyes to see the flight stewardess. Damn, she looked tasty. Her hand was gently rubbing my upper thigh as she was waking me up. "You need to put your chair in the upright position, Sir." The words slid out of her ruby red lips with such an underlining subtly about them. I know she was bent over too far on purpose as well. "Yes, thank you," I manage to grumble out of my half sleep state. "Is there anything you need before we land?" Her gaze shifted down as her hand went a little higher on my thigh. I knew exactly what she wanted. She had been giving me special treatment the entire flight. I could tell she was an addict, just as she could probably tell that I was as well. Turning her down was extremely difficult. Especially considering that I have not had sex with anything other than my hand for the past three months. Even then it was a rarity. But, alas I did not want to ruin my appetite. She was the equivalent of a well-cooked trout. Something delicious that could be eaten all the time. I was fishing for something better. I had a swordfish steak in my sights. "No, thank you. I am fine." I sit straight up, pulling my crotch away from her hand. She stood up tall and pulled her clothes straight. "Well, then I will be on my way." She was clearly upset and disappointed. It was easy to tell that she was not used to rejection. Honestly, though I had little sympathy for her. She will have no problem finding someone to curb her addiction. That and the fact her last fix was only a few hours before we boarded, I knew she would be okay. As a sex addict in the desert I was in total hell. I looked around to make sure that no was watching. I saw the stewardess already trying to score a new fix. The guy was married and could easily tell that it was a monogamous relationship. I also knew that today he would cheat on his wife for the first time. With the assurance that no one was watching me, I adjusted my erection. Damn, was I hard. The plane landed and I was one of the first off. Benefits of a first class seat I suppose. I went straight to the airport restroom to pee. As I was standing, staring at the tile wall I began to once again think about the conversation that I had before I started traveling two days ago. That conversation was what kept me from fucking that firecracker of a stewardess into unconsciousness. —————————————————————————————————————————————————— "Hey pretty girl, I am flying out to tomorrow." "Master is coming home?" I heard with an excited squeal from the other end of the phone. "Yes, your Master will be home in two days." "Oh Master, your girl so happy." The excitement coming from her made me smile. "What should your girl wear when she picks Master up from the airport?" I had actually been thinking about this for some time now. I knew that she would wear exactly what I told. No matter what the outfit. However, seeing as we had been apart for over three months I wanted to give her a little test. I wanted to make sure that she still knew how to please me without having to be micromanaged. Micromanaging can be fun, but this was not the time for that. "I want you to surprise me pretty girl." There was a slight pause. "What do you mean Master?" The confusion in her voice was slight, but clearly there. "You know what I like right?" "Yes Master, I believe I do." "Good, because I have an outfit picked out in my mind. I need you to show up to airport wearing what I am thinking about, or something better. The better the outfit the better your reward. Do you think you can manage this task?" "Oh, yes Master. This girl will make you proud." The excitement was back in her voice. I had given her as task. There is nothing my little slave girl loves more than a task given to her by Master. —————————————————————————————————————————————————— I zip my pants up, flush and proceed to wash my hands. I started to get excited about what she may have chosen to wear as I exited the restroom. I tried not to think about it too much, while I was away, seeing as how there was nowhere to relieve my frustrations when I did. Now, with her being so close, I let my imagination run wild. Next thing I knew I was at the escalator headed down to meet her. I took a deep breathe to calm down and proceeded down the escalator, looking for her among the crowd. I saw her in the back, standing with her hands behind her back like a good slave. Holy shit, did she dress to impress... me. I looked her up and down, again and again as I rode that seemingly forever escalator. When I reached the bottom I walked to her. I knew that it was hard for her to not some running to me. This little slut slave of mine knew that she had to be inspected first. That is just how she looked too, a good little slut slave. Her black leather boots with the 5 inch heel ran all the way up to her thighs. The lacing was perfect. As I followed those boots up some amazing thighs there was a several inch gap between the boots and her skirt. I had never seen that skirt before. She knew that I loved white, and the contrast with the boots was amazing. The skirt was amazingly short. If she did anything other than stand up straight she would expose herself to the world. Her white shirt matched the skirt perfectly. It went all the way down to her skirt. I have never really been a fan of the exposed midriff. The shirt was low though, which I did love, as any man would. The best feature of the shirt though was the mesh back. Her hair was in pigtails over her should as to not disrupt my view of those amazing shoulder blades. I love a good pair a shoulder blades, and hers were to die for. I move her hands to stare at her ass that is trying to get out of that skirt. I pull the top of the skirt down a bit. Damn she is good, no panties. She is ready and waiting for my hard cock. Around her neck was the locked titanium collar that I gave her at out collaring ceremony. Attached was her favorite leash, the red one. She is wearing the leather mask that I got her. She loves that mask. Though, this is the first time that she has worn it in public. That made smile. I removed the mask to see her face. Her make up is the perfect mix of slutty and classy. I could tell that she was very uncomfortable, but she was doing this because she was mine and I love her. That is that part that makes me the most proud. I gently place my hands of her face. "You did very well pretty girl. You may kiss me now." With a huge smile she wrapped her arms around me as we began to make out right there in the middle of the airport. Nothing else mattered, as far as we were concerned it was only use two. Once done with exchange of saliva I grabbed her leash and we headed out. With these travels I only take a carry-on which my girl was carrying as she followed. She is so very helpful, always predicting what I need. Once to the car I put my suitcase in the back seat. I opened the passenger door for my little sex pistol to step inside. Luckily she already placed a towel on the seat because I could smell her sex and it was driving me insane. Once she sat inside I tied the leash to door handle and closed the door. The leash was just long enough to allow her to reach over and open the driver door for me. As I sit down I see her staring at me as though she wants to ask a question. "What is on your mind pretty thing?" "Is Master proud of his slave girl?" I reach down and pull my throbbing hard cock of my pants. Her eyes light up. "I am very proud of you." She looks at me, begging with those big beautiful eyes. She has not seen my cock in months and I know that she wants it inside of her just as much as I want to be inside of her. I have a difficult choice to make. Let her suck my dick now on the way home, or keep it from her until we are home. Fuck it, she did a great job with her outfit, I will let her have. "Put your seatbelt on and if you ask nicely I will consider letting you suck my cock on the way home." She quickly put her seat belt and did her best beg pose. She brought hands under chin like a puppy, leaned down and looked up at me, making her eyes as big as possible. "Please Master, may your slave suck Master's cock. She wants to feel Master's throbbing shaft down her throat. She want to choke on her Master as drool runs down your slave's face. Your slut needs Master's load in her mouth and to keep it there until Master gives permission to swallow." Holy fuck she begs well. ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————- I start the drive home as she slides my cock into her mouth. Hands behind her back. Such a good girl I think to myself. She raises up, spits on my cock and goes back down. I can feel the pulse in my cock as she wraps her tongue around my shaft. She slowly glides up and down before taking the entirety of my cock down her throat. She sticks her very skilled tongue out to lick my freshly shaven sack. Up and down she went, with me petting her head the entire time. God she is amazing. As we continued home she kept sucking my cock. I could tell that she wanted my cum and I was not sure how much longer I could hold out. "Do you want your reward?" I asked her. She shook her head up and down with such excitement. "Then ask for it." She brought her head up off of my cock. "Did I say you could remove yourself?" "No, Master. Your slave is sorry Master." With a look of shame she quickly put her mouth back around my throbbing dick. "Now if you want Master's cum your need to ask for it." She paused for a moment, thinking what to do. Then a series of vibrations waved down my shaft as she attempted to speak with my cock in her throat. I love when she does that, it is an amazing feeling. I do not know the exact words she spoke but I know what she asked for. Just then I felt my cock ready to explode. Unable to hold my cum any longer I pulled my slaves head up a bit as not to ejaculate straight down her throat and deny her my taste. She deserved this after all. She earned it, every drop. I exploded for what seems like forever. She does her best to capture every bit, but there is just too much. After I finish I pull her head up and look at her. Her mouth is closed as shee tries to not let any more of my juice fall from her mouth. There is some running down her chin, she raises her arm to wipe her face clean. "Leave it," I say as I grab her arm. I like the way it looks on you. My slave was never found of semen on her face, but she does it for me. Another reason I love her. She does things she does not enjoy because she knows that it brings me happiness. "Open your mouth. I want to see." She raises her head. Hoping to keep as much cum in that cock holster as possible. "Stop. Keep your head straight." I wanted the pearly white cock juice to flow out, just a little bit. Hesitantly she leveled her head back and opened her mouth. I did not realize how full her mouth was. The cum flowed out like a waterfall. Like a good cum slut she let it roll out. Damn that was hot. "Tilt your head back." Keeping her mouth open she obeyed. "Gargle." She gargled my hot cum for a full minute before I let her stop. "Close your mouth and look at me." Such perfect obedience. "Do you think you can manage not to swallow until we arrive home? I am going to let you make this decision. Swallow now or wait until you walk through the front door. If you choose to wait you better not swallow beforehand." We were at least 20 minutes from home, and I planned on make a few stops she did not know about if she chose to not swallow. With her being such an amazing slave, eager to please, and always loving a challenge I was betting that she was going to choose the not swallowing option. She pondered for a moment. She smiled at me and did not swallow. "That's my god girl." She leaned into my hand and I petted her head. She was purring, her mouth still full of bubbly gargled cum. We pull into a gas station. I reach into my wallet and pull out a five dollar bill. By this time the cum on her chin was dry. "Go inside and buy me a drink. A Gatorade." She looked at me with a bit a fear, afraid that I was serious. That is a look that I like very much. I put the money in her hand, "I did not ask and will not tell you again." I leaned over to untie her leash from car door. I could smell her delicious pussy and see the puddle that had formed on the towel. Slowly she got out the car. I can see her wondering how she was going to purchase my drink. She had to this task without swallowing, letting any cum drip out of her mouth, and not cleaning up the cum that was already there. Also, she knew better than to clean the dripping cum from her thighs without permission. After a few minutes she walked out of the gas station proudly with head held high. In one hand she was carrying a Gatorade, in the other my change. I opened the door for her. As soon as she sat down I could smell her. I knew that everyone that walked within five feet of her would be able to smell her as well. She has a scent that would make a monk sin. There is nothing else like it in the world. I leaned back over and tied her leash back to the car door. I wanted to taste her sweet juices. I took the change and Gatorade from her. "Good girl, very good." She began to purr again, such as lovely noise. "Now put your seat belt on, spread your legs, and put your hands behind back." Her juices had begun to run onto her boots from standing up. I reached down under her short skit. Her pussy was drenched. She began to squirm as a touched her. I ran my finger up her slit, her groaning the entire time. She was trying to not spill the cum from her mouth. As I played with her clit she began to breathe heavy through her nose. She is such a good girl, has yet to spill a drop. I slide two fingers deep inside her tight, warm, wet pussy. "I need you to cum on my hand pretty girl. Can you do that for Master?" "Mmm-hmm." She moaned, shaking her head up and down frantically. I fingered her right there in the gas station parking lot. My hand became increasingly drench as my fingers slide in and out with ease, my thumb rubbing her clit. I could feel her tighten around my fingers. She attempted to speak with her mouth shut and full of cum. I knew what she was trying to say. 'Yes, you may cum." No sooner did the words leave my mouth was her pussy gushing. She squirted all over my hand, herself, and the car. The towel was sopping wet. I slowly pulled my fingers out. She sighed and sank into the seat, mumbling a thank you master through her cum filled mouth. Her juices were amazing as always. I licked my hand clean as she sat there breathing heavily from exhaustion. Once cleaned I put the car in drive and headed home. I place my hand on her thigh and told her how much of a good girl she has been. How much I missed her. How much I love her. Unable to speak she smiles at me the entire time. Finally, I pull the car into the driveway. The entire aroma of the vehicle now smells like an all-night orgy. Such and amazing thing. I get out of the car, head to the passenger side and open her door. With her still tied to the door I grab my suitcase and hand it over to her. I untie her from door and close it. We head to the house. Once I am in, and she still outside, I command her to open her mouth. She does so. Her mouth is full of cum and saliva. Sexy. I pull her in the house and tell her that she may swallow. She does and lets out a deep sigh. "Thank you Master." "Did you enjoy tasting Master's cum for the ride home?" "Yes, Master," she exclaimed with a smile. "Good now let's go inside. I have things that I want to do to you." I shut the door behind us. I lead her to the living room via her leash. Once there I took the leash off and instructed her to turn away from me. Grabbing the leather mask I instantly became hard again. The leather was now cool to the touch and still very smooth. I place the mask over her head onto her pretty slut face. I could tell by her posture she was more relaxed. She feels more at home with the mask on. I stepped back a few feet and examined my toy. There she was, standing right in front of me, mine for the taking. Her black leather boots had white streaks running down them from her juices. Her little white skirt was clearly drenched. Her hands were behind her back, as they should always be when possible. So, obedient. The mesh back of her skirt accentuated her shoulder blades perfectly. Her long brown hair in pig tails over her shoulders was just too damn cute. That collar, showing the world that she is owned. God I love this whore. "Turn and face me, slowly." She did just as directed. She raised her arms up a few inches just as she knew she was required to do. Those boots running all the way up her thigh would drive any man insane. Her lacing was perfectly uniform. The heels simply added to the perfection. There were white streaks on the front as well, but not as many. I knew that would not be for very long. You could see through her skirt wherever it clung to her skin. The outline of her supple pussy was just visible. Her shirt came down so far and was so tight, I am surprised that her tits had not fallen out. Her hair rested on each tit in such a provocative manner. The titanium collar rested on her neck as though it was a part of her. The leather mask covered everything below her eyes. Her eyes were green today. Sometimes they are blue, but when she gets excited they tend to have more of a greenish hue about them. How did I ever get so lucky to have this slut call me Master? "Did you miss me?" "Oh, yes Master." Even with the mask on, her smile was clearly evident. "I am going to ask you something. Now listen closely because I am going to ask you this only once. It will be the last time I ask you this while I am here. You will only be asked this question one time when I return from my trips. Are you listening?" "Yes, Master." She stated with a slight nod. "Is there anything you want from your master? Now think carefully, because I will not be asking this again." After a long pause she finally spoke. "Your slave would like to watch a movie and cuddle before you fuck her, Master." Her voice is only slightly muffled from the mask, (another reason I like it so well.) "Very well." I walk to the couch and sit down. "Put in the movie, then come and cuddle with me. You may pick the movie." Excitedly she put in a movie and stands in front of the couch facing me. "May this girl please cuddle with Master?" "You may assume your rightful place," I tell her as I stretch out on the couch. With me sitting down she lays on the couch with her head on my lap. When her mask is not on, she is required to have my cock in her mouth for the duration of our cuddle session. Had I thought more about this I would not have put her mask on until I was about to fuck her. She deserved this, so I would let her have it. I stroked her hair as she purred. I could still smell her wet pussy. I was ready for this movie to be over. I need to sink my hard cock deep inside that sweet pussy of hers. She had not been fucked in over three months. I was ready to break her back in right. I am going to hurt her, and I am going to love it. The movie finished. "Pretty girl." I say still stroking her hair. "Yes, Master?" She turns up to look at me. "Did you enjoy your cuddle time?" I place my hand on her forehead and slowly stroke her face and mask, "Very much Master. Thank you." She is so grateful. One of her many amazing qualities. "Before I fuck you I need to make sure there are things you have not forgotten." She looks at me slightly confused, "Like what Master?" "For instance, who owns you?" "Master owns this girl. Master own this body, this soul, this mind, and this heart. You are Master." She recited perfectly. Home at Last "When Master fucks his girl who is it about?" "Unless Master states otherwise this body is Master's to use as Master sees fit. This girl is here only to please Master." Once again perfect. "What if I want to fuck you in a manner you do not like or is painful?" "This girl trusts Master not to cause permanent damage. If this girl is in pain and Master is happy she will endure." Not a thing forgotten. "Is the slut allowed to make noises?" "This slut is allowed to make any noise she likes unless Master states otherwise." I like the screams. "Very good. Now, assume the position." With that command she got off the couch and walked into the bathroom. When she returned a few later she placed a towel onto the ottoman. Dropping to her knees, she bent over the ottoman with her ass towards me. Her skirt was low, still covering her ass. "Lift your skirt, I want to see your ass." Doing so, she exposed the base of a stainless steel butt plug. It made me smile. "When did you put that in there?" "She put it in before she went to pick up Master from the airport." It made me very happy to hear she had worn it this entire time. Her self-anal training while I was gone had most certainly paid off. "You are such a good girl." I am going to have fun tonight I think to myself. She purrs out a, "Thank you, Master!" I stand up, remove my clothes, and walk up behind her. I know she can feel my presence, her breathing is getting heavy. "Are you ready?" Not that it matters, but I like to ask from time to time. "This girl is always ready for whatever you wish to give her, Master." That is what I like to here. "Good girl." Her purring is getting deeper. That wont last for much longer. I get on my knees and spit on my hand. I rub my cock down with my spit. I place the tip of my cock between her lips, ready to enter. Slowly I push forward. She is extremely tight, tighter than I remember, which is very tight. No cock for 3 month will do that I suppose. I push the head in and her pussy starts streaming with juices. That is my cue. I ram my entire cock into her wet, warm, wanting, cunt, with no warning, slamming against cervix. I am quite sure she new what was coming though. I felt the pretty little ass plug against my lower stomach, pushing it further inside. She lets out a scream of pleasurable agony as she squirms forward but is unable to go anywhere. I pull out and slam again. I think this time she teared up a little. That only makes me want to hurt her pussy more. I love her tears. A few more pounds was all it took for her to start all out crying. I grabbed her by the hair at the back her head and turned her so I could see her face. Non-water resistance mascara, perfect. The tears had caused the makeup to make black streaks run down into her mask. I could see them coming out the bottom of the mask on her throat. After several minutes of me slamming into her as hard and fast as I possibly could and her balling her eyes out I pulled my cock out. The towel was drenched and I would have to get a new one. She managed to ask if everything was okay. To which I replied, "Yes whore. Hold on." I grabbed another towel from the bathroom and headed to the bedroom. "Come here whore. Bring the towel with you. And you better not wipe those tears." She walked into the bedroom as quickly as she could. She was clearly in a lot of pain. "Come, stand before me." She walked towards me standing as straight as possible. This was clearly difficult, but she carried on as I knew she would. Once in front of me, I took the towel from her. She position her hands behind her back once more. "I want to see your face." She dropped her head, knowing I was going to take her mask off. She wanted it left on. I smacked her on the thigh. She let out a shriek. "Chin up." She lifted her head. Slowly I took her mask off revealing her beautiful face. She was covered in tears, mascara runs, droll, and snot. Such a beautiful sight. I know she did not like this look on her, but I fucking loved it. However, since she has been so good, I was going to give her the option to clean her face. "Do you want to clean you face?" I said with a smirk. "Yes, Master?" With a slight bit of relief. "Hold your hands outs." Obediently her hands were in front of her. She was getting a little more excited that she was going to be allowed to clean her face. I place the towel which is drenched in her juices in her hands. "Here, clean you face." She looked at the towel, then at me, and back at the towel. I know she was not found of this idea and wanted to say something. "Either you clean your face with that towel, or you do not clean your face at all. Keep in mind, once you start cleaning your face, you must clean your entire face." She stood there for a moment not knowing what to do. Finally she took a deep breath and plunged her face into her juice covered towel. When she emerged she left out a gasp. Her face was spotless. I throw the clean towel onto the bed. "Very good. Now, get on your back." She walks to the edge of the bed. Once there she gets on all fours and crawls a bit, wagging her ass at me. She then positions the towel and lays down on her back, spread eagle. "Damn," that is all I have to say... Damn. I walk over and lay on top of her. "I want to see your face while I fuck you this time." Slowly I slide my cock into that wet cunt of hers. The inside of her cunt is swollen from the previous pounding making it difficult to enter. I continue to slowly force myself deep inside. I could feel her plug pressing against my cock. She groans as I expand inside of her already devastated pussy. Soon she loosens up a bit and her groans of pain quickly turn to pleasure. I put my lips against hers. We kiss exchanging saliva, our tongues dancing an elegant waltz. Continuing my slow but deep pace I raise up to look at her. Her throat is magnificent. I must have my hand prints around her neck. I place my hands gently around her neck. I can see the fear in her eyes as she knows what is coming next. "Breath out," I command. She does. As soon as the last bit of air leaves her lungs I tighten my grip. Continuing to slowly pump her cunt I watch her eyes. Once her eyes start to roll back I take in a deep breath of air. I put my lips around her open mouth. Loosening my grip of her neck I breathe out. She wraps her arms around my neck as she breaths the air from my lungs. The moment she finishes exhaling I tighten my grip around her neck again. Never do I stop my slow, constant, pumping, her ass plug pressing against my cock the entire time. After several minutes of this, oxygen deprivation began to set in. I release my grip entirely as I speed up my pace. "Pl-please Master!" she begins to scream. "Please what?" I ask, already knowing what she wants. I could feel her pussy starting to spasm as she tried not to cum until she was given permission. "Please Master, may I cum!?" "Not just yet," I could feel my cock swelling, as I too was close to cumming. "Ten," I started the count down. "Nine, eight," It was taking every ounce of will power she had to not cum. "Seven, six," I picked up my pace. Fucking my slut's cunt faster and harder with ever stroke. "Hold on tight slut." She wrapped her arms and legs around me as tight as she could. I gave everything I had, destroying her pussy with my cock. "Five, four." At this point, I was trying not to cum. I want to blow my load deep inside of her as she cums on my cock. "Three, two, one." I drove in hard, with one last push. I went in as deep as I possibly could, slamming her already bruised cervix. "Cum for me slut." Her pussy instantly tighted around my cock like a Chinese finger trap. I could feel her juices flowing on and past my cock as she began squirting all over my nuts. At this point I blew my hot load. My cock was throbbing, pushing more and more cum into this slut's cunt. It was easy to tell she knew I blew my load in her as she began cumming again. After we both finished cumming I collapsed on top of her. We lay there trying to catch our breath as she ran her fingers up and down my back. Several minutes later I pull out. She becomes very upset when I leave from inside her and gives me the cutest pouty face. "Do you know what is next?" I ask stroking her thighs. "Master is going to fuck his slut's ass?" There was a bit of hope and fear in her voice. She has always been on the fence about anal, but knew I enjoyed it. "That is correct. Now roll onto your side and lift your leg." She rolled onto her left and lifted her right leg. The top her boots have turned completely white from the constant cuming. I place a pillow on her left knee and grabbed one for me as well. I thought about grabbing the lube then I see her ass. She is already covered in her own juices. With my cock soaked in them as well, penetrating should not be too difficult. I grabbed the base of the plug and turned it slowly. She began to moan and I pulled on the plug a bit. I started to gently pull the plug out and pushed it back in. Further and further it came out with every tug until it came out with a little pop. She began to lower her leg. I smacked her inner thigh and she yelped. "Did I say to put your leg down, slut?" "No, Master. Your slut is sorry." She raises her leg back up. I lay down behind her, put a pillow between my knees and position the head on my penis at her anus. I push slowly. With one hand she grabs her ass check pulling on it to give me better access. "Good slut," I tell her as I stroke her hair, "Now just relax." The tip of my penis goes in with little resistance, thanks to her pussy juices. Slowly I go in a little and out. In a little more and out. Until my cock is fully engulfed by her ass. "You may put your leg down." Slowly her leg drops. She moans and wiggles as I stay there for a moment. Then ever so gently I begin to slide in and out, in and out. I hold her as I fuck her ass. My sweet little slut slave. She moans the entire time, enjoying my cock in her ass. "Tell me what you are thinking slut." "Your slut loves Master's cock in her ass. She wants to feel Master deep inside her. She wants her Master's hot cum to fill up her ass. She wants Master to fuck her like the fuck toy she is." With that I slowly increase my pace making sure not to harm her. "If you want my cum you need to beg for it, and you better beg well." I fuck her faster and faster, harder and harder, sinking the full length on my shaft in that tight ass every time. "PLEASE, MASTER! CUM IN YOUR SLUTS ASS! SHE WANTS TO FEEL YOUR HOT LOAD DEEP INSIDE HER! LET THIS SLUT KNOW SHE IS A GOOD FUCK TOY AND GIVE HER YOUR CUM!" With that I sunk my shaft so far she could have chocked on it. My load shot into her rectum with such force as to try and push me out. After a solid minute of cuming I finally collapsed. A few minutes of breathing led to me kissing my slut on her head. I thought about going to shower, which we really needed at this point. However, I did not wish to leave her. This is where I belonged. Beside and inside this slut that calls me Master. "I love you pretty girl." "I love you, Master." I wrapped my arms around her and we fell fast asleep. The best sleep we both had in months. With my cock still buried deep in her ass. Her present still in the suitcase. Home at Last Vic approached Poppy from behind, and set his head on top of hers, his face in her hair. "Home at last." His hands wandered down his wife's stout and curvy body, grabbing her shirt and casually pulling it out from being tucked in her pants. He replaced the fabric with his rough fingers, sliding them down beneath her waistband and savoring the warm, soft skin below. She sighed, and leaned back into him, her hand reaching up to grab hold of his neck as he felt her up. If there was one thing he enjoyed about their travels it was how Poppy would become so tired afterwards that she'd yield to him without hesitation. To prove it to himself, his hand pushed lower, his fingers barely pressing against her slit to tease her while his other pulled her shirt up to grab her breast. She moaned, and he smiled to himself. His finger slipped into her slit to find her clit, which he played with carefully. Her hips trembled as he rubbed her most sensitive spot. He added a second finger in between her lips to increase the pressure on her clit, and she whimpered. She was feeling so hot now, and his ministrations had turned from foreplay to pleasure. If he'd rubbed any harder or faster she might have cum right then and there. Instead, he stopped and he guided her to their bed, each pulling off clothes every step of the way. Both fully nude, he guided her to lie down and knelt at the foot of the bed before pushing her legs apart and holding them open. She smiled down at him, and bit her lip. Poppy really never had any problem getting turned on, and the second his tongue met flesh she gasped. His tongue prodded at her opening, not pushing into her, but exploring her inner and outer lips. Up one side and down the other, he took his time, determined not to miss any chance to add to the pressure building inside her. Finally, his tongue delved into her, and he pushed as far as he could reach inside her with it before bringing it back out and up to press gingerly on her clit. He teased her, in between pressing he'd flick it, causing her to jerk. Eventually he covered it with his mouth and sucked gently. She moaned, and wiggled her hips toward him in an attempt to invoke more contact from him. He chuckled, and moved back as much as she moved forward, not content to simply indulge her. She was very much his, and there was no way he wasn't going to remind her of that every chance he got. He stopped altogether and sat up higher, and she whined in protest. Her disappointment disappeared as soon as it had come, however, as instead of using his tongue, he used his fingers to touch and fondle her pussy. With two fingers he traced her outer lips up and down, and then spread them open to have a clear view of all her femininity. Now exposed to the air, her opening pulsed and clit peeked out from under its hood. He marveled at the treat in front of him before returning to his practice. With his pointer finger, he tapped her clit, and then began to rub it up and down, then in circles, causing her tremble. He didn't touch her opening until all his tapping and teasing her clit had caused it to visibly moisten and pulse with desire. He stood up to stretch for a moment, his knees aching a bit from kneeling on the floor. "Won't you just fuck me now?" she groaned as she watched him, "Come on, I know you want to." She gestured to his erection, and licked her lips. There was no mistaking the admiration in her eyes. "I'd love to, dearest," he began, "but I'm not done with you yet. My humblest apologies." Pretending not to be aware of it with a false yawn, he pushed his hips forward to present himself to her. His hard and primed cock just out of reach of her hand, her mouth, and her aching pussy. She couldn't help visualizing the way it was going to feel inside her, stretching her, filling her, and he knew exactly that's what she was thinking. It pleased him to watch her ache for him, knowing that she'd have to wait a only little longer but that she was greedy anyways. Her mouth watered and her eyes dilated as it bobbed in the air just for her. Both he and Poppy knew that he was teasing her, and to Poppy it was positively cruel. "Oh, come on! I want it so bad..." She pushed herself up on her elbows to reach for his cock, but he pushed her back down, and he allowed himself a wicked grin before keeling back down in front of her pussy. He rubbed her clit a little to push her back into the lenient mood she was in before pushing his long middle finger all the way inside her. She gasped, and before she could relax he curled it upward and began to pump it in and out. She cried out, and her hips arched toward him. He grabbed her hip to hold her down, then added a second finger. She made a noise that got caught in the back of her throat. His fingers inside her didn't come close to what she prayed was coming, but it felt so good she had to arch her back and grab the sheets. Without warning he pressed his thumb to her clit in time with his fingers, and with his other hand he reached up to grab her breast, stroking her nipple. She yelped, and then held her breath to keep from cumming as he continued. After a few brief moments she yelled "Stop!" He looked up at her. "I'm going to cum right now if you don't slow down!" "And?" He asked with a grin. "And I want to cum on your cock first! So fuck me already!" She gasped. "Sorry, my dear." He kissed her abdomen. "Tonight we're doing things my way." She groaned, her impatience taking complete control of her attitude. He didn't fuck her right away, but he slow down. (How could he refuse her first request when it was so understandable?) He returned to a single finger, and pushed it in and out slowly this time. Instead of his thumb, he put his mouth on her clit to suck and lick it as his finger slid in and out. She groaned, loudly, and he could feel the pleasure he was causing her with the pulse in her vagina. Finally, to Poppy's great relief, he stopped and stood up. He climbed onto the bed with her and pulled her up on all fours. She turned her head and grinned at him, and he rolled his eyes with a smile at his eager little companion. Truthfully, it had taken a lot of willpower not to fuck her right when she'd asked, and he didn't waste any time pushing into her from behind. Her hips trembled and she choked on her own moan as he filled her up. He groaned himself, and silently praised his own work. Spending so much time turning her on made her so prepared to receive him, and her walls gripped him so tight he had to wait a moment for her to relax before thrusting into her. He allowed himself to lose a little bit of control, and didn't work up to a fast pace. Instead he simply began pumping hard and fast. Polly was appreciative, and yelped with almost every movement. With every thrust she moaned and her whole body shook. He grabbed her breasts as he fucked her, squeezing them and trapping her nipples in between his fingers. With this extra addition of teasing pleasure, she screamed once, trying and failing to breathe at a steady pace, and it was extremely satisfying for Vic to see what his administrations were doing to her. After a while he let go of her nipples to reach between her shaking legs and and rub her swollen clit in time with his quick thrusts, but she pushed his hand away, too close to cumming to accept it. Seeing this, he pulled out and turned her over onto her back, prepared to finally give her what she was aching for. Her face was flushed, and she watched him with lidded eyes, weak from pleasure. Realizing he was about to fuck her again, she pulled a pillow behind her own head so she could watch as he grabbed both her legs, pulled them up and apart spread-eagle, and positioned the head of his cock teasingly between her slick outer lips for just a moment before slowly pushing his cock into her, filling up her small but ample little body as far inside as he could go. "Oh, fuck." She groaned low in her throat, the pleasure overwhelming as she watched his cock disappear inside her, feeling it inch by inch as it pushed into her, stretching her folds until it bumped against her womb. So far inside her she might have sworn she could feel it in her stomach. "It's so deep..." She whined. The desperate sound of her voice turned him on more, and she felt him pulsing inside of her, seemingly filling every nook and cranny. It felt so good and so satisfying to be so deliciously full after being teased for so long. She let herself relax so she could accept even more of him. Feeling her relax, he pushed in even farther and she moaned loudly, her legs and hips trembling and her eyes falling shut. She almost wished he'd stay like this for a long time, being impaled on Vic's cock was heaven to Poppy. It never failed to fill her like it was made just for her pussy. If she let herself she might have been able to cum from simply being filled, even without movement or being touched. She didn't have to find out, he began pumping into her again, grunting and clearly close to cumming himself. She screamed in time now, every thrust going deeper than she could comprehend. On the very brink of orgasm every moment, she couldn't think at all, her mouth just hung open as she watched his cock ram into her, filling her up over and over again, faster and harder with every thrust. Ignoring her insincere protests to wait just a little longer, he pressed down on her clit with his fingers as he thrust into her, and rubbed it as hard and fast as he could while trying to focus on fucking her. She moaned loudly. "I'm gonna cum! I'm really gonna cum!" The delicious satisfaction of being filled over and over so incredibly deep coupled with the immense, electric pleasure of his fingers fiercely rubbing her clit was just what was needed to launch her into an indescribably explosive orgasm. He felt her unmistakably begin to cum around him, her pussy contracting wildly on his still-pumping cock, trembling and moaning, and in response he pumped faster and rubbed harder, making sure he made her cum as hard as possible. Her walls clamping down on him as her pussy went through spasm after spasm of intense orgasm, it felt so good and he could hardly keep from cumming himself. All his efforts seemed to pay off because she just came and came and came, trembling on his cock for almost a full minute. He continued to thrust into her, and as soon as her orgasm had subsided she came once more with a scream. Her vagina pulsing violently for a second time, it felt too good, too good and he came as well, letting himself spill inside of her. The hot cum filling her up topped off her second orgasm with an extra burst of delicious pleasure that radiated throughout her body, resulting in an immediate third wave of orgasm, and as a result she screamed loudly as it rocked through her whole body, her back arching off the bed, and her breasts heaving and rolling around as she squirmed. His fingers followed her body, continuing to vigorously rub her orgasming clit even as her whole body continued to thrash and shake from the pleasure. Cumming and cumming on his thrusting cock. "Ah, yes." He groaned, pumping the last of his release into her as she continued to orgasm for the third time around him, moaning and trembling under his relentless fingers and on his cock that he held inside her to keep her full as her orgasm finally began its decline. After a few moments, her trembling finally subsided and he pulled out, trying to ignore the gooey mess they'd made as he sat down beside her on the bed. She breathed heavily, feeling little aftershocks of her orgasm and still trying to calm down after the success of their cooperation. When she'd finally calmed down and found her lucidity, she pushed him casually with her hand. "Why do you always have to do that?" "Do what?" "Wait and wait and wait to fuck me? I don't understand it! You're a man. Men never want to wait." "Most men." He corrected her, "You have to understand: I'm simply better than most men." "Better because you won't fuck a lady when she asks?" "Better because my restraint means I can make you cum harder than anyone before me. Am I wrong?" "...No, you're right." She answered reluctantly. "But..." "Poppy, my dear," He cut her off. "We share 'quickies' all across this godforsaken desert. They are all absolutely wonderful, don't misunderstand me. But our home is no place for that kind of savage behavior. Life is short!" She giggled, and he smiled at her before continuing. "If we don't slow down every once in a while, we'll simply miss out on all the pleasures life has to offer." She sighed and rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile of agreement that appeared on her face. Home At Last This is story is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events portrayed in this story are not real and any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please read and enjoy. I was standing in my empty apartment. I had just driven back from Los Angeles and all my furniture, stereo, towels, sheets everything was gone. Just when I was getting ready to call the police, I found a note on the kitchen counter. It read, "Sorry Joe. I am in love with someone else. I have taken my things from the apartment. Shari." Shari was my girlfriend of six months. I was product of the dot bomb generation. I had been riding high on the tech boom. I had been out of work for a few months. I survived by doing occasional contract jobs and I had gone to LA for about 3 weeks on one such job. I had met Shari when I was flying high and craved female companionship. She was an exotic dancer and I liked her boobs and ass. I tipped her generously and became a regular. Her lap dances became more and more erotic and I asked her to move in. Sex was great initially, but she and I could not relate. Then the boom went to bust, and Shari and I got into frequent arguments. Now I guess she decided to leave me for greener pastures. Luckily I still had my cell phone, my laptop and my server, which I had taken with me. I was 21, without a college degree and now nearly homeless. I called my aunt Carol and explained the situation as quickly as I could and asked to borrow some towels and a sleeping bag. She wanted me to stay with her for a few days. Carol is a wonderful woman, but her husband is a prick. They are both doctors and he always makes sure that I am aware of the fact that I do not even have a basic degree. I went back to my apartment and my neighbor was surprised to see me back. She said Shari had called the movers 3 days ago and Shari had indicated that both of us were moving. I thanked her for the information and wondered what I should do next. Strangely enough, I did not feel any anger towards Shari, it was more a relief not to have her around. I had dozed off a bit when my cell phone rang. There was lady at the other end of the telephone. "Joe, this is Sharon. Why didn't you call me? Do I have to find out everything through Carol? I am here to help." It was my Mom. She always referred to herself that way. Never as Mom. It has been at least 5 years since I had last seen her. I was born when my Mom was barely 15. My Dad passed away when I was still quite young. With her parents help, Mom had brought me up and educated herself as well. She is a very beautiful woman, so it was inevitable that she would find someone. I could not get along with her boyfriend Larry. Although he had lots of money, he always referred to me as a freeloader and as someone who would come between him and my Mom. Things came to a head on her wedding day. I told him off and walked out of the house. I went to my grandparents house and lived there until I finished school. I got a scholarship to a college in California and I headed out. After just one year of college, I found that I could make a lot of money by going to work. I dropped out of college and started to work.With the Dot com boom in full swing, I was soon making more money than I had brains for. My Mom tried to get in touch with me, but I refused to go home for Christmas or Thanksgiving. I was in Europe when I heard of my grandpa's death. Not wanting to face my Mom, I did not go to the funeral. Later I heard from Carol that my Mom and her new husband had moved south. I refused to talk to my Mom and refused to answer any e-mails and letters. Having no one else to talk to, I blurted out my sad state. I also said that I would love to attend college and finish my degree, but I was not willing to come home and meet that asshole of a husband of hers. She listened quietly and said, " If thats the only hitch, its no problem. Larry and I are divorced. We have been divorced for over 2 years. Why don't you come here and we can be together again. You can finish you college and help me around the house. " I agreed. I traded by BMW for a used Chevy and paid the final rent and started to drive back east. It was an enjoyable drive, giving me an opportunity to stop along the way and have a great time. It took me three days, but I felt great. I was home!! I parked the car on the driveway and saw my Mom in the yard. She is a beautiful woman, at 5'8" and she has shoulder length blonde hair and lively green eyes. She is very active and loves to golf, play tennis, swim, sail and hike. She is always tanned and athletic. At 36, she looks like she is in her twenties. She still wears a size 4 dress ! She was wearing her short shorts and a tank top. She was gorgeous. When I got out of the car, she saw me and came running towards me and gave me a warm hug and kiss. When I held her, I was a bit surprised to find that there were no bra straps. With my 6'4" and athletic build, I lifted her up easily to kiss her. I was taken aback to get a kiss on my mouth. I could feel my cock stirring a little. She smiled and said, "Joe can you believe it has been a long time since I have kissed a man? Glad to see that I haven't lost my touch." and she played with my hair lightly. When I set her down, I could see the outline of erect nipples. I thought "Gosh, she is not definitely not wearing a bra". I unloaded my stuff from the car and came out again. She was in the yard, removing some weeds. With her bent down like that I could see her lovely breasts. I was starting to get an erection, but forcibly removed such thoughts from my mind. Sharon is my Mother after all. That evening we went out to the pool in the backyard. Mom was wearing a sexy yellow bikini. The bottom, barely covered her pussy, while the top left little to my imagination. I had never found my even Shari to be this exciting. The tiny g-string bottom exposed her well formed buttocks completely, while looking at the front, I felt certain that my Mom had a smooth shaven pussy. Something else dawned on me, Mom seemed to be tanned all over. Seeing my reaction, she said, "Josh, you think your old mother is sexy?" I looked down and saw that my erection was very visible through my briefs. We swam around the pool for a couple of hours, and sat around talking, catching up on our lives. That night when I went to bed, I had numerous dreams where I dreamt running my hands all over my Mom's ass and kissing her in her mouth. Next morning, I woke up to hear the telephone ringing. I got up to pick it up when I heard Mom answer it, So I dropped the telephone back on the cradle and headed to bathroom for a pee. On the way I noticed Mom's bedroom door a little ajar. Curiosity got the better of me and I peeked in. I found her standing talking on the telephone. She was completely naked, and she was running her hands over her nipples. I also noticed that she was completely smooth and she was indeed fully tanned without any tan lines at all. She hung up and climbed back on the bed. This time her fingers were exploring her pussy. While fingers of one hand went in and out of pussy, she was massaging her clit with her other hand. I stood there, completely mesmerized, while my Mom had an orgasm. Seeing her masturbate, I started to massage my cock and seeing her reach orgasm, I felt pre-cum forming at the head of my cock. I hurried over to the bathroom where I stroked myself to an orgasm. My cum dripped down into the bowl as I relieved myself. Later that morning, I saw my Mom at breakfast. She had a slight smile on her lips and I felt that she looked even more beautiful, now that I knew what was hidden under her tank top and shorts. I kissed her again and this time the kiss seemed a bit more intimate, a bit more "wet". She said that we were going to go to a boutique run by her friend and then to the mall. There was a charity event - dinner and dance - planned the following week and that I was to be her "date". I agreed and we went out. On the way, we talked a lot. She wanted to know all about Shari. She was glad to hear that I was not bitter. We came to the boutique. It was place for exclusive shoppers and only the rich seemed to shop there. Three women came over to help us. One of them looked me over and then told Mom, "Wow, your boyfriend looks so handsome. Where did you meet him?" Another girl offered me refreshments. The third girl, brought my Mom's dress and showed it to her. They went over to fitting rooms. A few minutes later, one of the girls called me to the fitting room to see my Mom in the new dress. When I saw her, it took my breath away. The dress was gold colored and was made of a mesh like material. The dress came up well above her knees and was held in the back by straps. My Mom looked at me and said, "Obviously I can't wear a bra. I am not wearing any panties, do you think it shows?" With her tan, it was very hard to tell. I did find I could see her nipples quite well through the dress. She called me close and asked, "Where?" I pointed out and then touched her erect nipples through the fabric. The reaction was electric. I felt a massive erection in my pants, while her nipples became harder. She backed up a little and I could see her blush. We heard giggles from the three women who saw this. I added, "You know Sharon, I really cant tell that you were not wearing panties. This is a gorgeous.dress." One of the girls told my Mom, "We can add a pattern strategically around the nipples." She then touched her nipples very gently. I noticed she had the other hand on Mom's butt and was moving her to the fitting room. She came out and went back in with thread, designs and few other things. I heard giggles and sighs, wondering what was going on. About an hour or so later, they came out. My Mom was dressed in her shorts and tank top again. She thanked the girl and kissed her on the mouth. I was bit speechless and excited by the turn of events. We came out of the boutique and went to a deli to grab some lunch. She looked at me and said, "Joe I know you must be dying to know what went on inside." I mumbled yes. She said again, "Over the last few months, I have not had enough sex, I meet with my friend. She and I kiss and mutually masturbate. I think I still prefer men for sex." That said, we went to the mall, hand in hand, occasionally, my hand resting against her buttocks. We shopped around, looking for a Tuxedo for me for the event. That evening, after we came home, we had supper and after watching some TV, we went to our bedrooms. I was lying on my bed, trying hard to concentrate. The image of my Mom naked under the dress, kept coming back to me. I threw away my boxers and started to stroke my cock. Gradually the erection grew. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door, "Joe, can I come in?" I Mom opened the door and came in. I just had time to cover myself up. She was wearing a night gown. Through the sheer fabric, I knew she was naked. That did not help my state of mind. Her eyes opened wide as if in surprise. She pointed to my hardon and said, "Joe, am I giving you such a reaction?" She then pulled away the sheet and there it was, my cock fully exposed. I heard her catch her breadth. She said, "Wow, you are even larger than your Dad and Larry." She bent over and planted a kiss on my erection. She held my erection with her hands and massaged it. She then parted the middle and ran her tongue over the pee-hole. She looked at me with a sly smile and shrugged her night-gown off her body. I could see her clitoris fully erect and slight wetness. She inserted her fingers into her cunt, while massaging her clit with her thumb. She withdrew her fingers and ran them over my lips giving me a taste of her cum. She looked at my eyes and said, "Joe, I want you to make love to me. Fuck me like you fucked your Shari." Without waiting for my reply, she climbed on top of me and impaled herself over my erection. I ran my fingers over her nipples, pinching them with my fingers. As she began to move up and down my shaft, I played with her clit, sending waves of ecstasy thru her body. I moved one hand towards her ass cheeks and finding her butt hole, pushed one finger inside. Soon she was riding my cock and my finger. Suddenly, her movements became faster, and she let out a scream as she held my cock tight with her pussy. Then suddenly I felt her relax and felt her warm cum over my cock. As she got off my body, she looked at my still erect cock and smiled, "Wow!" She lifted me off the bed and lay down, She pointed to her breasts and said. "Joe, fuck me between breasts." I was glad to oblige, sliding my cock between her breasts. With every thrust, as my cock came close to her mouth, she reached out with her tongue and touched the tip of my cock. A few strokes later, I came, spraying her face with my cum. She held her tongue out, to catch some of drops and massaged my cock until the last of the cum was over her breasts... She got up and said, "Come sleep with me." Now we left our clothes behind and held each other in our arms as we slept. Needless to say, I sleep with her every day and I find her very sexual. We get no end of pleasure exploring our bodies. As a rule, we rarely wear clothes. I must say, I am glad I came home. Home At Last I’m lying on the sofa, waiting for you to get home from work. It’s hot and sticky outside, so I’m wearing just my white panties and a tank top and I have the fan directly on me. All day I’ve been trying to ignore the warm tingling between my legs. I know if I save it for when you get here, it will be so much better. The TV is on, but I’m not concentrating on it. I glance at the clock and realize you should be here any minute. I am so relieved, knowing my release is near. At last I hear you come in the door and into the TV room. You look at me and smile, and before I can ask you how your day was, you come over to me and put your hand on my stomach. You play idly with my belly button ring, and ask if I’ve been waiting for you. I nod and grin at you. Slowly you move your hand upwards, under my tank top. I put my hand on top of yours to try and slow you down. I want this to last as long as possible. But you grab my wrist and pin it down. Now I know that you want exactly what I do, and I start to get wet as you move past the built in bra in my tank top to my tits. You run your fingers over them and rub my nipples in between your fingers, making me shiver. The sensation of you tweaking my nipples goes directly to my pussy. Suddenly you pull my shirt off in one quick movement and run your fingers down my stomach and over my damp panties. I squeal and lift my hips to try and get your fingers to touch me harder, but you only touch me ever so lightly, driving me crazy. I can tell by the look in your eye that you’re going to tease me, and I want it so bad. You run your middle finger down my panties, so lightly and gently I can barely feel it, but the heat in your fingers is making my pussy leak. Without warning, you pull your shirt off and tell me to stand up. When I hesitate you pull me to my feet hard and turn me around. You move me over to the desk and push me down, so I’m bent over the desk, my ass towards you. I wiggle my ass a little and you smack it hard and tell me to hold still. I breathe loudly after you smack my ass, trying to hold in a moan. Slowly you start peeling off my panties, running your fingers over my ass. I move my hand to pull them off the rest of the way and you grab me by the wrist and hold my wrists together. “No,” you say. I groan and ask you, “Please.” I whimper and you push your hand far between my legs and slowly run your middle finger between the lips of my pussy, stopping briefly to rub my clit. I gasp and moan loudly, but soon you stop. I’m dripping wet and dying for you to let me come. All of a sudden you shove your finger into my pussy and start to rub my g-spot. I almost scream it feels so good, and you add another finger, fingering me harder and harder, all the while gripping my wrists. You’re driving me crazy and I’m pushing back onto your hand while you fuck my pussy with your fingers. Your breathing gets heavier while you finger my wet cunt, and hearing you get turned on turns me on even more. I’m just about to come, and you can tell by the noise I’m making, so you stop. “No, oh God, please, please, let me come,” I beg you. You start again, this time even harder, and you let go of my wrists to grab my ass while you finger fuck me. Your fingers are buried deep inside me, and you’re doing so many things with them; spreading them apart, curling them up, just rubbing at my g-spot. I’m ready to come again, but as soon as you feel my pussy tighten, you pull out your fingers. I’m so frustrated, and I whine loudly, my hands gripping the desk. You lean forward and grab my hair, pulling my head close to yours. “I want to hear you beg.” You say roughly, moving your hands over my body. “Please, I want to come, please, I need it so bad, please.” I say in a frantic voice. You grab my tits and squeeze my nipples. “Please what?” “Please finger me, fuck, please, please fucking finger me.” I’m practically screaming it now, and I know I’m so horny that I’m helpless to you. I’ll do anything you ask me to. “Why do you want me to finger you baby?” you ask me softly, whispering in my ear, almost taunting me. “Because, because it feels so fucking good, please, I’ve been waiting all day baby, oh please do it to me, you know how to finger my pussy so good.” I’m so desperate I barely know what I’m saying, all I know is that I need your fingers inside me. You let go of my tits and say, “Good girl.” You put your middle and index fingers into me hard, and start doing what you were doing before, making my legs shake. I’m moaning and whimpering and breathing heavily, and you just keep fucking my pussy with your fingers. When I feel that I’m about to come, I pray that you won’t stop, and this time you don’t. I scream as I start to come. My pussy grips down on your fingers and my legs tense up while my orgasm shoots through me. It’s wonderful and amazing, and you keep rubbing my swollen g-spot while I come, extending my orgasm. I come down and breathe heavily, sweating. You pull your hand out and turn me around again. I look in your eyes, still trying to catch my breath. While looking me in the eye you unzip your pants and take out your cock, hard and throbbing. You push me down to my knees and tell me to suck it, now. I start to suck your cock, and moan with it in my mouth, tasting your pre-cum and sucking as much as I can. I want you to fuck me with this so bad. You put your hands on my head and hold my mouth onto your cock, and I almost gag on it, but I keep sucking, swirling my tongue around the head. When I have most of it in my mouth, I suck hard, still feeling the smooth skin on the head of your cock with my tongue. What I want is to taste your cum, and I tilt my head back to open my throat more so I can take more of your cock in my mouth. I suck and rub with my tongue until my jaw gets sore. You fuck my mouth with your cock, grabbing my hair, rubbing your cock inside my mouth. Pulling my hair, you pull me up. I wince, because this really hurts, and you rub my head gently and kiss me. You carry me to the bedroom, one hand on my ass, one on my hips. When we get into our room you throw me down on the bed. I move back, scooting towards the pillows. You pull your pants completely off and move on top of me, pinning me down while kissing my neck. While you’re doing this I hear you reaching over for some thing, and soon I feel what it is. You snap the cold metal handcuffs on my wrists, put my hands above my head, and smile at me. This makes me so wet, like always, and when you push your cock into me I whimper and arch my back. I’m waiting for you to start fucking me, but you just hold your cock deep into me. I whine desperately, and try to move my ass and hips up to get your cock moving. “Say it.” You order me, reaching down to hold me still. “Say what?” I ask breathlessly “Say what you want, baby. Tell me what you want.” “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck the shit out of me.” You chuckle and pull out of me, and then thrust in hard. I moan and strain against the handcuffs. I know you’re starting to lose your self-control, because now you’re fucking me harder and harder, sweating. It feels so good, your cock hitting my g-spot, that I come almost right away, calling out your name. You pump faster and harder into me, and I raise my legs up in the air and cross them over your back. You kiss me hard and move your cock sideways, back and forth in me. My vision gets blurry because this hits my g-spot so incredibly hard, and I come again, trembling and groaning. You look me in the eye and fuck me now harder then ever before. I didn’t think that was possible and I gasp and moan. You’re fucking me so hard it almost hurts, and you look at my handcuffed hands and ask me if I like to be held down. I gasp yes, yes, yes, and then you stare into my eyes while you fuck me senseless. My body is banging against the bed beneath me, your cock slamming in and out of me, fucking me so good I can’t control anything, and especially my sounds. I’m amazed when I start to come again and this time is the hardest. I scream and groan, and my pussy tightens so hard around your cock that you come too, and I feel your hot come explode in me. You groan deeply and keep fucking me until you’re done coming. You reach up and undo the handcuffs. We’re both covered in sweat, panting, so you lead me to the bathroom where we take a cold shower together. You wash me and I’m so tired that I’m almost falling asleep. We get out of the shower, and you dry me off, and then yourself. You pull me down into the bed with you, and I put my head on your chest and cuddle close to you. “I love you,” I say. “I love you too.” You say, kissing the top of my head. With that, we fall asleep. Home at Last "Thin" isn't a word anyone has ever used to describe me. "Beautiful" isn't either. But "sexy"? Well, that's another story. It's funny how long it takes us to come to a realization of who we really are. For me, it took just over 40 years. My whole life I'd struggled with the weight of my own expectations—always wanting to be fifteen or twenty pounds lighter, to have better cheekbones, to have my hair be a better color or my complexion a little better. Measured against my friends, I was just plain. "Really nice" was the most common way I heard people describe me in high school. I didn't want to be "nice," I wanted to be desirable the way my friends Claudia or Michelle were. Boys dripped off them. Me they hardly noticed. College wasn't much better. I did manage to find a couple of boyfriends my first few years in school, but neither of them really excited me. Sure, we had fun and the sex wasn't bad, but to me it always seemed that my girlfriends had their pick of the good looking and interesting guys while I settled for what I could get. During my senior year I started dating a grad student named Paul and thought I'd found true love at last. Paul said he loved me for who I was and for years I think he meant it. We were very happy together and got married shortly after he finished his MBA. We bought a nice house in the suburbs and within seven years we had three children, Jillian, Mark, and Alison. I'd planned on a career when I went to college, but instead my life submerged into the joy of my children. I was a mother and a damned good one, volunteering in their schools, shuttling back and forth to sports, dance classes, movies, birthday parties and everything else on a modern child's social calendar. Unfortunately, each pregnancy also added another five pounds that just wouldn't go away. Paul didn't seem to mind and if sex became more infrequent, it was still satisfying. He knew my body so well, teasing me when I wanted teasing, touching me in just the right ways. And I tried to repay him in kind, doing the things he told me he loved. I was especially proud of the way my blowjobs could turn him into a quivering mass of jelly. The first hint of trouble began on my 38th birthday. Among the presents Paul bought me was a vibrator, the first we'd ever owned. It was big, bigger than his cock, and purple. He gave it to me in our bedroom that night after the kids were in bed, pulling it out from under his pillow with a look of triumph in his eyes. "I got a little something else for you baby," he said. Opening the package, which I crazily thought might have been something really romantic like tickets to the islands or a necklace, I know my face showed a mixture of surprise and confusion. "I...well, I thought it would be fun. That you'd like it," he stammered, seeing that I hadn't gone all giddy on him upon seeing a big purple penis in the box. "Oh, uh, sure," I said, recovering. Then I hugged him and said, "Thanks sweetie." He smiled then, thinking the moment had passed. "Let's try it out then." So we did. I had to admit, I did have a very strong orgasm that night, one that was concentrated almost entirely on my clit rather than spreading out through my entire body the way my orgasms usually did. But it felt hollow. For the first time in our married life, it was as though sex that night was something Paul did to me instead of something we shared together. I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind, but found that I couldn't. For weeks I kept asking myself if this was one of those turning points you read about. A few months later, he came home with another present for me. This time it was some very sexy lingerie from Victoria's Secret—a bustier, garter belt and thong, all very red. To his credit, he'd actually picked the right sizes, God only knows how. I wore them for him that night and was pleased to see how turned on he got, but I felt silly wearing it all. Those sorts of undies were really designed for women a lot thinner than me. And as I listened to his breathing shift over to snoring next to me I couldn't help but wonder if he was dissatisfied with our sex life. We hadn't needed vibrators or bustiers six months ago. The next morning I surveyed my body in the bathroom mirror and for about the one hundred and thirty-seventh time vowed to lose weight, to get sexier for my husband. And then for reasons I couldn't put my finger on at the time, I started to cry. I had to rest my hands on the sink to keep from falling and for a good five minutes an anguish I couldn't identify overwhelmed me. Now, of course, I know it was a premonition of what was to come, that I was blocking the reality of my situation, but at the time it just confused me. My weight loss plan worked—sort of. I managed to drop eight pounds over two months, which for me was a big success. But did Paul notice? Of course not. In fact, he started staying at work later than he had for years. When I asked about it, he put me off by pointing out that his company had been restructuring lately and it was really important to put in the extra hours to avoid being included in the layoffs and buyouts. I believed him, but not entirely. Paul's job had always seemed very secure before. Why the worries now? And then it happened, the way those anvils used to drop on cartoon character's heads. It was never entirely out of the blue, because they knew the anvil was up there, but still a surprise because who would expect the anvil to actually land on your head? A couple of girlfriends of mine and I had pooled our resources and hired two babysitters to watch those of our kids who still needed a sitter and had gone to the movies. It was a chick flick and we knew our husbands wouldn't want to go, so we were having a girl's night out. We'd had to go all the way across town to find a theater that was still showing our movie and afterward we stopped in a bar near where we'd parked for a margarita. The place was dark but festive, the sort of bar adults go to when they want to have fun, but not too much fun. No sooner had our drinks arrived than I saw him. Paul was sitting in a booth at the back of the bar with a woman, the two of them on the same side of the booth, bodies pressed together, half empty beers in front of them. For just a second I thought crazily that there must be other people in the booth who I couldn't see, that they were part of a group. But of course they weren't. As I stared stupidly at them, Paul's hand reached up to cradle the woman's head, pulling her face toward his and they kissed. Not the tentative kiss of a first date, but the easy familiarity of lovers. I felt my margarita surging up from my stomach. I clapped one hand over my mouth, grabbed my purse with the other and without answering the worried questions of my friends, I bolted from our table to the parking lot, where I wretched between two cars, thankful that the streetlights hadn't come on yet. Cindy, my best friend found me there, wiping the vomit from the corners of my mouth with a used Kleenex I'd located in my purse. "Megan," she said. "Are you okay?" "Not really," I said. "Do you think it's food poisoning?" she asked. "No." "Well, what then?" she pressed. I turned then to face her and she stepped back from me. I realized that my face must be betraying the rage I felt. "Look," I said, trying to calm down. "I've got to go. But I need you to do me a favor first." I grabbed some money from my wallet and pushed it into her hands. "Go inside, give Marny this for the bill and then bring me a pack of matches from the bar." "Matches?" she asked. "But why?" "Just do it for me, okay?" My voice was fierce now. Cindy nodded and walked quickly back into the bar. When she returned a couple of minutes later, I saw that she had a pack of matches. Two, in fact. "Thanks Cindy," I said. "I've got to go now. Can you get a ride with the others?" "Sure, but don't you want me to ride with you. Something's wrong Megan. Won't you tell me what it is so I can help?" For a second or two I considered telling her what I'd seen in the bar, but it was too humiliating. I knew they might see Paul on their own, but I couldn't be the one to tell them what was happening. I just couldn't. So I shook my head and tried to smile at her to let her know I'd be fine. "No. I'm fine. Really. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" "Okay," she said, then gathered me into her arms and hugged me. It took all of my willpower to keep from dissolving into tears at that moment but the rage I felt toward Paul held me together. On the drive home, I gripped the wheel so tightly my fingers began to hurt. What to do? What to do? I could see it all now, of course. The vibrator and the lingerie were his clumsy attempts to recreate in our bedroom the excitement of his new lover's embraces. From what I'd seen of her, she was everything I wasn't—young, thin, blonde, beautiful. She didn't look a day over 25 and was probably a wildcat in bed. Home at last, I sat in the car for a good fifteen minutes composing myself in case either of my two oldest children was home. My youngest was staying with Cindy's son for a sleepover after the babysitter departed, so I didn't have to worry about her. Once I decided I looked okay, I went inside, only to find both of the older kids still out at their friends' houses. Sometimes it's a good thing to have independent teenagers. I left them a note saying I wasn't feeling well and had gone to bed early. Upstairs, I tossed the packs of matches on Paul's pillow, then went to our bathroom, took some of my essentials from the cabinet, grabbed a sleeping shirt from the dresser and went to the guest room, where I sat in my grandmother's rocking chair and waited. About an hour later, I heard Paul come home. "Honey?" he called. I sure as hell wasn't going to answer. I knew he'd find my note to the kids and I hoped he'd take that as his cue to leave me alone. Unfortunately, he didn't. Instead, I heard him clomp up the stairs and then go down the hall to our bedroom. For several minutes he didn't move. He'd obviously seen the matches I left for him. Then he came my way. Looking back on that moment, I'm still impressed with how calm I was in the face of disaster. Maybe being a mother does that for you. "Megan," he called softly through the door. "It's open," I said, my voice firm. The door creaked open and Paul stepped in. I could see in his face that he knew he was in the deep shit. He's never been good at hiding his fear and the realization that he was terrified gave me strength. "I, uh..." I shook my head, my eyes never leaving his. "No," I said. "I saw you with her. It's over. You've made your choice. And I've made mine. You've got 24 hours to get what you want out of this house and then I'm changing the locks." "But honey," he said, his voice sounding small. "I was...It was...please don't do this." "Don't do what? Treat you the way you've treated me? Fuck you Paul." I almost never use that kind of language and something about the word "fuck" snapped his head up. Now he looked defiant. "You can't make me leave. I'm the one who paid for this house." The last refuge of the male—financial power. Only this time it wasn't going to work. "I can't? Well, try this then. When the kids get home, I'll go downstairs and tell them that Daddy's fucking an intern at work. At least she sure looked young enough to be an intern. I'll tell them that I caught him sucking face with her in a bar tonight. I'll tell them that their father is a scumbag liar who probably doesn't give two shits how they feel and that he sure doesn't love their mother any more, or he wouldn't be fucking some bimbo. You want me to do that, or do you want to move out?" He considered saying something smart in response. I could see it in his eyes. When you've been married to someone eighteen years, you can read them pretty easily. I knew he was reading me too and that he saw conviction. Then his shoulders slumped and I knew I'd won. What I'd won, I wasn't sure, but it felt good at that moment to win something. "I never meant to..." "Shut up, Paul. I don't want to hear it. I just want you to get out." And he did. He was gone by noon the following day, his car crammed with clothes, a few mementos and, of course, his golf bag. If he was going to be single, he'd need his golf bag. I let him explain his departure to the kids. I didn't really care what he told them, because I was going to tell them the truth. The older two were plenty old enough to handle it. My youngest was 10 and I figured she'd come to understand before too much longer. It just seemed to me that the truth was better than fiction. That first year was horrible. Paul fought me for everything—the house, the retirement accounts, child support, and the furniture. In the end, I hired a shark of a lawyer and got slightly more than half of it all, even after her fees were deducted. The kids stayed mad at him, both for leaving, and then for making their lives harder with his struggles over tangible assets, and of course they were all terribly confused. I tried my best to help them see that he was both their father, who they loved, and a man who had made poor choices, but still loved them. This was a difficult distinction for kids, I knew, but I hoped that one day they'd understand and forge a different relationship with him, one that had nothing to do with me. But that was his problem, not mine. When the divorce was final at last, my friends took me out for a drink to celebrate. After the long slog of the past twelve months, I definitely felt like having some fun and I wanted them to know how much I appreciated their steadfast support for me and my kids. Somewhere into our second round of Cosmopolitans Cindy turned to me with a very serious look in her eye. "Megan," she began, "Now that you're done with Paul, it's time to start thinking more about you." I was about to ask her what she meant, but she plowed ahead. "Sweetie," she said, "we've all been worried about you, but we aren't any more. The bad time is over and now it's time for the good times to begin. You're a wonderful person, you're young, and you're attractive. I'm not saying you need to start dating right away, but we don't want you to become a nun either." "I wasn't planning to become a nun," I protested. They were all looking at me with the same look—half expectant, half sympathetic. "We know," Cindy continued. "But, well, when was the last time you had sex?" "Um, that would have to be about a week before I caught Paul fooling around." I didn't mention that although I'd thrown Paul's vibrator out, I had ordered one for myself from an online store a few months ago. I was having urges again. "My point exactly," she said. "That's more than a year. You need to get back into the world." "Well," I said. "I will. But you know how it's been." "Of course we do," said Samantha. "But now we think it's time for you to refocus. Otherwise you'll stay tied to Paul. Don't let your anger toward him become your best friend." "Yeah," Lilly chimed in. "Do that and he'll have his hooks in you forever." Just to avoid having to say anything for a second, I took another gulp of my drink, feeling the vodka making my throat tingle as it slid down to my stomach. I couldn't be mad. These were my friends and they were talking sense. And I couldn't deny that I had been feeling the need for sex again lately. "Okay," I said. "I promise. Tomorrow I'll go pick a guy and have wild, crazy sex with him." They all laughed at that. They knew I was kidding, but also knew me well enough to know I was taking their advice. "Seriously," I said. "Anyone know a nice guy I could date?" The way they all looked at each other I knew they'd talked about it and had a candidate or two. Cindy remained spokeswoman for the group. "Well, you met my husband's friend Alex a couple of years ago at our house. He's good looking and, like you, he's divorced." Then she giggled, whether from the Cosmos or from the release of nervous tension, "And he thinks you're cute." "God only knows why," Lilly said, giggling too. "Aren't you nice," I said, sticking out my tongue at her. I conjured up a picture of Alex. I'd talked to him for about half an hour that day at Cindy's cookout. Our kids were about the same age and we chatted as we watched our boys playing catch in the back yard. He was nice looking and seemed like a nice guy. "Does Alex have a phone number?" I asked. If I was going to do this, I figured I'd better get going before I changed my mind. "Um, yeah," Cindy said, fishing around in her purse. She pulled out her address book and pointed to a name. I snatched the book from her, grabbed my own purse, pulled out a pen and wrote it down on a bar napkin. When I handed back her book, they were all looking at me kind of funny. "What?" I said. "You thought I was going to call him right this second?" The looks on their faces were comical. It was obvious that's exactly what they thought. "Well, I'm not. But I will call him. I promise." Then I tossed back the last of my drink and smiled at them to let them know I loved them all. Alex and I dated three times before we ended up in bed together. He was a careful, considerate lover and I found that I had a lot of sexual energy stored up from a year of celibacy. But as time wore on, I also found that as much as I liked him, I didn't like him enough to invest much more in the relationship. He was nice, no doubt about it, but I wasn't planning on getting married again any time soon and, well, to tell the truth, he was good in bed, but not great. After the first few times, he kind of ran out of imagination and I could feel us falling into a routine—a routine that seemed to satisfy him, but not me. When I told him I thought it wasn't really working out, he nodded and agreed. That kind of hurt, because some small part of me wanted him to beg me to stay with him, to tell me he couldn't live without me. But he was an honest guy—one of his better qualities—and like me he knew the spark just wasn't there. But I did appreciate him getting me into circulation. At the time Alex and I had started dating, I was down another ten pounds from where I'd been when I tossed Paul—stress doesn't always make people gain weight. In my case, I had very little appetite for that whole first year and for a long time I ate just because I knew I had to. Since I liked the way I looked with out the extra weight I'd been carrying every since my youngest was born, I joined a health club and started working out regularly. Before I knew it, I'd dropped another ten pounds and was very proud of the way I looked in the mirror. I'd probably never be thin—I'd never been thin—but now that I was close to 30 pounds lighter, my body had a deliciously curvy look. One consequence of the loss of weight was that I had to buy all new clothes. I'd have had to do that anyway, because I got a job, my first real job since I was 21. It had been scary going to work at 40, but that lasted for only a week. The advertising agency that hired me to be their receptionist was a pretty casual place, so when I bought my new wardrobe, I went for a look that highlighted my new-found curves while still looking casually professional. I was especially pleased to note that a couple of men who visited our offices were actually stealing peeks at me. I dated a couple of other men that second year after Paul, but like Alex, none of them was what I was looking for. In fact, I had to admit to myself I really didn't know what I was looking for. It was something, but I just wasn't sure what it was. I figured I'd know it when I saw it. Shortly after my 41st birthday, Christina joined our firm. I'd never met a woman like her. Like me she was tall and a natural redhead, but that was where the similarities stopped. Her hair was a luxuriant mane that shimmered as she walked and she wore the shortest skirts I'd ever seen a professional woman wear. Home at Last All the men in the office would turn and stare at her legs and butt as she passed them. That and she wore tight tops that clung to her toned upper body and full breasts. Her cheek bones were the kind Hollywood actresses pay lots of money for and her eyes were a deep rich green. I couldn't tell if she was even aware of the way the men stalked her with their eyes. She seemed carelessly oblivious to it all. A couple of weeks after she started, my boss called me into his office and told me he wanted to give me a promotion. Needless to say, I was very happy about that, because I was bored to death with answering the phone and making coffee for clients. And I could use any extra money. "Christina needs an assistant and she asked for you," he said. I was a little taken aback at first. Why would she pick me? But I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. "When do I start?" I asked. "Tomorrow," he said. "I've got a temp coming in to take the front desk. I need you to train her, then you can move your stuff down to the office next to Christina's." "Great!" I said. "Thanks!" "Don't thank me," he said. "Christina was the one who made this happen. Thank her." "I will," I said and floated out of his office. Christina returned to the office later that day from a client and as soon as she came in, she came to my desk and asked if my boss had had a chance to talk to me yet? "He sure has," I said. "Thank you so much." She smiled at me then. It was a warm genuine smile that made her eyes crinkle in a happy way. "Maybe we could go out for a drink tonight to celebrate?" My face fell. My son had a baseball tournament game that night and there was no way I could miss it. It was his first time on the all-star team. I explained my conflict to her, but instead of looking disappointed, she just smiled more broadly. "Check your kids' calendars when you get home tonight then and pick an evening when we can go out. My calendar is wide open except for next Thursday." "Okay, great," I said, trying not to sound like I was sixteen. The next few days were a hectic swirl of learning a new job and fitting in with Christina's style of work, which was very intense. I was happy to learn that she wanted me to be a real assistant, not just a secretary with a fancy title, and this included participating in work with clients, something I hadn't had a chance to do before. I'd managed to clear my family calendar for the following Monday so Christina and I went out for dinner and drinks right after work. The restaurant she'd chosen was one I'd heard about but figured I'd never eat in, given my meager salary and Paul's even more meager child support payments. The food was pan-Asian and delicious. I tried not to look too happy, but it was hard. During dinner we talked mostly about my kids, Christina asking lots of questions and listening patiently as I gushed on about them. Somewhere around the time we ordered dessert and coffee, I realized I'd been blathering on for close to an hour and she was probably bored senseless. "I'm sorry," I said. "I've totally monopolized the conversation. You're such a patient audience, I kind of got carried away." Then I laughed and said, "Never ask a mother about her kids unless you want to know way more than you bargained for." Christina smiled that pretty smile of hers and said, "That's why I asked. If we're going to work together for the long run, I want to know all about you. And that means your kids as well as you." "Thanks," I replied. "You're nice to say so. But what about you? You're so beautiful, so successful. But you haven't mentioned boyfriends or husbands." As soon as I said it I wanted to clap my hand over my mouth. What a thing to say! But Christina saved me. "Nope, no men," she said. "I guess you could say I'm not the marrying kind." Grateful to be rescued from my faux pas, I nodded like I understood. "Well, you'd certainly have your pick from the guys in the office," I giggled. "I'm sure you know they all stop whatever they're doing when you walk by." "Yes," she said, nodding just a little bit. "I know. They're so, well, predictable." "That's one way to put it," I said. Then Christina laughed lightly, "Or you could say they let their dicks do most of their thinking for them." I joined her laughter, "No doubt. No doubt." The waiter brought our dessert then. I couldn't help but notice how his eyes played over Christina. As he walked away, I said, "Like him." She nodded and took a bite of her Crème Brulé. It was killing me to see her eating it—my favorite dessert—but I'd banned all such things from my life. I was having a bowl of fresh raspberries. Plus, she ate it like she was having sex with it, each bite sensual and slow. I realized I was staring and so went back to my berries. "Here," she said, extending her arm and offering me a spoonful. I was about to protest, but decided the better of it. God it tasted good. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had any chocolate, much less something as sinful as this. I rolled it around in my mouth for a second, savoring the moment, before swallowing. When I opened my eyes, Christina was looking at me with a peculiar look in her eye. "Good, isn't it?" "Almost better than sex," I said without even thinking. Then I really did clap my hand over my mouth. I felt my cheeks burning and a flush spread up my neck. Christina just smiled and said, "That all depends on the sex, don't you think?" "Yes," was all I could think of to say. The rest of the evening was a lot less exciting. We finished up our coffee, chatted a bit more about our families, and called it a night. When I got home, I lay in bed thinking about the glow that suffused me. I couldn't remember when I'd had a more enjoyable evening. Within six months Christina had become almost a part of our family. It started innocently enough, with me inviting her over for a multi-family bar-b-que to celebrate the last day of school for my kids. She showed up before the rest of the guests, wearing cut off jeans and a Banzai Pipeline t-shirt. As soon as he saw her shirt, my son wanted to know if she'd really been to the North Shore of Hawaii. "Yes," she said. "I've been a couple of times and I've surfed on and off since I was a teenager. I grew up near Malibu." "Did you surf the Pipeline?" he asked, adulation in his eyes. This was just too way cool for words. "No," she said, shaking her head and chuckling. "I want to live a little longer. I'm strictly a small wave gal." His face fell, but then recovered. "How big are the waves, really? You know, in the Pipeline?" Christina took him by the arm and led him out into the yard and started pointing to various branches in the trees along our fence line. I couldn't hear them any more, but I was impressed with her ease with a twelve-year old boy she'd never met. It made me happy to see them getting along from the very beginning and I realized that I really wanted her to like my family. And I wanted my kids to like her. I needn't have worried. At various points during the evening I spotted Christina and each of my children doing something together, sitting quietly and talking, or laughing over some joke. I also noticed several of the dads who were there trying to get an eyeful of her without being caught staring by their wives. She did look amazing in those cutoffs. At the end of the party Christina and I were in the kitchen cleaning up the last of the mess. I'd tried to get her to sit while I loaded the dishwasher, but she wouldn't let me treat her like a guest or a boss. "I can't remember when I've had such a nice time," she said as she found room for one more plate in the lower rack. "You have such a wonderful family." "Thanks," I said, beaming. "They really are good kids." "That's because you're their mother." I felt a blush starting on my cheeks, so I turned to look out the window for a second. My son was throwing a baseball with his best friend in the light cast from the spots over the deck. I felt so content at that moment. "That's a very nice thing of you to say," I said turning to look at my boss. She had straightened up and was looking at me in a way I'd never seen from her. Usually she's so intense, but at that moment she looked almost like she was going to cry. "Are you okay?" I asked her. She smiled then, a very broad smile, her teeth flashing. "I've never been better." Suddenly, I felt flustered. I couldn't say why, exactly, but I was definitely flustered. To cover it up, I had to say something, so like I often do, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "You were so great with the kids. They took to you right away." "And that's a very nice thing of you to say," she said. "I can see why you love them so much. They're really wonderful." That just made my blush worse, but that seemed okay at that moment. I had an overwhelming urge to hug Christina, but she was my boss, after all. So instead I said, "We'd like to have you over again soon." "I'd like that very much," she replied. Maybe I was imagining things, or maybe it was just the way the light was hitting her eyes, but it did look like her eyes were welling up. She turned away from me then and picked up a few stray glasses on the kitchen table and loaded them into the dishwasher, closed it up and pressed the start button. The noise it made forced us to retreat to the deck. I was about to say something else, but she spoke first. "I've got to go now. I had such a wonderful evening. Thanks so much for inviting me." "I meant what I said about you coming over again soon," I said, suddenly unwilling for her to leave. "And I meant what I said about wanting to." Before long Christina was at our house almost every other week for some event or other—dinner, a backyard picnic, a pool party—and began to attend some of the children's events with me—Jillian's dance recital, Mark's swim meet, the play Alison's summer camp put on. It was obvious that she enjoyed being part of our lives and the children all loved having her around, especially Jillian who saw in Christina the glamorous professional woman that her mother would never be. At first I was a little nervous about my boss spending so much time with us. What would happen if something went wrong at work and it carried over into my personal life? Or vice versa? But from the first week when I became her assistant, Christina had treated me more as a partner than as an assistant and by the time the summer wound down she was even taking me out to call on clients. This made me feel very secure about my job anyway. The biggest surprise I'd had in a year happened one evening in early September while I was sitting at my computer balancing my checkbook. When I logged into my bank's online system, there was a $4,000 deposit in my account. Apparently the bank had made some sort of mistake, so the next morning when I got to the office I called my local branch to tell them about the error. The assistant manager looked at my account and said, "Um, that deposit was made by your employer. Maybe you should check with your payroll office to see what happened." So I did. When I called downstairs, the woman I spoke with said, "No. That wasn't a mistake. That was your commission from the Sanders account." "But I don't work on commission," I protested. "Well, it's a commission payment," she said. "Check with Ms. Carlson. She's the one who authorized it." So, I got up and went into Christina's office. She was on the phone, but motioned me to sit, holding up one finger. Sure enough, she was winding up the call, so I didn't' have to wait long. "Good morning," she said. "What's up?" "Well," I began. "There's been some sort of payroll error involving me. A couple of days ago the company deposited $4,000 in my checking account and Payroll says it's a commission from the Sanders account." "That's right," Christina said, her green eyes twinkling. "I wondered how long it would take you to notice." "But..." "No buts Megan," she said. "You worked hard for that sale and so it seemed only fair that you get part of the commission." "But..." She held up her hand. "I mean it. Don't argue with me." A wave of pleasure rolled over me then, starting at the top of my head and sending tingles all the way down to my toes. I really needed the money and I had worked hard for that new account. "Christina," I said. "Thank you. Thank you very much." "No," she said. "Thank you for all the hard work you put into that account. From now on, you'll be participating in my commissions. We're a team now Megan." I stood up. What I really wanted to do was hug her, but that didn't seem professional, so I just put my hand out to shake hers. She seemed nonplussed for some reason. It was the first time I could remember seeing her look that way at work. Then her hand closed on mine and we shared a warm handshake, our eyes locked. Again the urge to hug her surged through me, but I fought it off and broke the contact. Then I waltzed out of her office. Commission! That night I took the kids out to their favorite restaurant and told them they could order anything they wanted, that Mom was loaded, at least for one night. Then I told them all about my commission. They were almost as excited as I was, because maybe it meant we wouldn't be pinching pennies every week of the year. I felt like a million bucks. With school started back up my life got much busier again. But we still invited Christina over at least a couple of times a month and she insisted on being invited to the kid's events. Mark was playing JV football for the first time and I was very nervous that he was going to get hurt, but Christina soothed me, telling me all about her older brothers and their experiences in football and how neither of them ever got more than a serious bruise. And when his first game rolled around, Christina, the girls and I were all there in the stand cheering him on. We might have continued that way forever if it hadn't been for Jillian, my oldest. It was a Friday night in early November and I was sitting up in the living room reading, waiting for her to come home from a party. I'd had a couple of glasses of wine while I waited and was feeling relaxed, despite the fact that she had missed her midnight curfew. When she came in ten minutes past midnight, I scowled at her in mock anger, but she knew me too well to take it seriously. "Sorry Mom," she said, trying to sound exasperated as she shook her mop of dark curly hair. "Billy was driving and he gets lost all the time. I swear, he needs to leave a trail of breadcrumbs behind him when he leaves home." "Uh-huh," I said, not buying it. Billy was one of only two kids in Jillian's group of friends who had a car he could drive when he wanted to, so he was very popular. But I hadn't ever heard that he had a bad sense of direction. Jillian came and sat down next to me on the couch then, put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Mom, can I talk to you about something kind of serious?" "Sure sweetie," I said, turning to face her and tucking one foot under my other leg. "What is it?" "Actually, it's about you," she said. "You and Christina, I mean." "Okay," I said, wondering where this was going. I was sure Jillian idolized Christina and so couldn't figure out what could be wrong. Because it was obvious that she was nervous. "I hate to be the one to break this to you Mom, but if I don't, I'm afraid you'll never figure it out on your own. I mean, you're being pretty thick, you know." "What?" I asked. "Just say it." "Okay," she said, smirking just a little. "In case you haven't noticed, Christina is in love with you." At that moment, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I know my face must have shown my surprise, because Jillian started to giggle. "Don't worry," she said. "I haven't told anyone. But think about it for a minute. Think about the way she looks at you, the way she wants to just sit with you when we're all doing things together, the way she lights up when you walk into the room. I'm telling you Mom, she's in love with you." "I seriously doubt it," I said. But my protest was more for form's sake than anything else. As Jillian had been talking it was like a veil had lifted from my eyes. Everything that had happened the past six months seemed so clear to me now. Christina did love me. I knew it the way you know that your children love you. It was there, a powerful and wonderful thing, and I'd been oblivious to it. "No you don't," she said. "You're just embarrassed to admit it. Mom, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with women loving each other, you know." "I know," I stammered. "It's just that..." "Yeah," she giggled again. "You never thought of yourself as being a lesbian, right?" That word pulled me up short. "I most certainly am not a lesbian," I protested. And what was my wonderful daughter's response to my protest? She snorted at me. "Uh-huh." "Now wait a minute. What do you mean by that?" I asked. "Mom. Get real. I can see can't I? I already told you Christina loves you. And, to be perfectly honest, I can also see that you're in love with her." "How?" "The same way I can see it in her. Whenever she's coming over, you get all excited, kind of the way I do before a date. And when she's here, you seem so much happier than you do normally—not that you aren't happy normally, just happier, you know? And I've watched the way the two of you sit at Mark's games. Did you realize you sit with your hips touching?" "Those bleachers don't have enough room for..." "Yes they do. You two just touch each other. I know she likes it and I'm betting you do too." "But..." "And when was the last time you were in bed with a man anyway Mom?" "I don't think that's any of your business," I huffed, trying to sound like a mother again. "Uh-huh. Think about it. The last time you had a date was just before you started working for Christina. Why do you think that is?" I had to stop then and think about everything my daughter had just said to me. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right. I did love Christina and, if I was honest with myself, I could see the signs that she was attracted to me. Love? I wasn't sure. But attraction without a doubt. "So?" Jillian asked, finally breaking into my reverie. "Am I right?" I turned back to face her again and slowly nodded my head. As I did, a big smile broke across her face and before I knew it, I was smiling too, then laughing, and then we were hugging each other. And as my daughter held me in her arms, tears began to leak from my eyes. The first tears of joy I'd cried since Alison first called me "momma." When we'd acted like two teenagers instead of just one for several minutes, I broke the clench and said to her, "Now what do I do?" "Hey, don't ask me." She said. "I've never dated a girl before." I punched her then. "Some help you are." "Just think of me as a facilitator," she said. "The rest is up to you." I hugged her again and whispered in her ear. "I love you Jillian and I'm the luckiest mom in the world." She hugged me back, very tightly. She didn't need to answer with words. At work on Monday, I was so nervous I thought I might explode. I'd worn what I thought was my best looking outfit and while Christina and I sipped our morning coffee and went over the schedule for the week ahead I was so distracted I could hardly keep track of what she was saying. When we got to Friday, I interrupted her and said, "I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner on Friday." I'd meant to say "come over for dinner" but somehow, it came out as "have dinner" which sounded a lot more like I was asking her out on a date. Christina looked up from her calendar and our eyes locked in a way they never had before. She saw it in my eyes and I saw it in hers. We both knew. And what did we do? We both welled up. Home at Last I flinched first, wiping at my eyes with my fingers. I was about to say something, but as usual, Christina beat me to the punch. "I'd love to. Do you think you could come over to my place? I've got a new recipe I've been dying to try and if it bombs with you, no one will have to know." "That would be great," I said. "Great." And there it was. Just a few simple words, but so much knowledge unspoken. I wanted desperately to blurt out how I felt, but the office was not the place for that. I knew it and she knew it. There would be time enough later. Instead, we settled for closely guarded knowing glances. Each time our eyes met, I'd feel a shiver run through me, and my nipples would begin to harden. And once I noticed that our game of peek-a-boo had had the same effect on Christina. The sight of her nipples poking against the fabric of her dress caused a dampness between my legs that made me wish Friday would come sooner than usual. Somehow we made it through the week without jumping into one another's arms. It helped that she spent Tuesday and most of Wednesday at a client. If it hadn't been for Jillian, I probably wouldn't have made it through the week. She kept reminding me that everything would be just fine and helped me pick out and discard about forty different outfits for Friday. In the end, we settled on simple—a newish pair of jeans that fit my slimmer figure nicely and pale blue satin blouse that Jillian swore highlighted my eyes in an alluring way. "Trust me Mom," she'd said. "You're hot, okay?" I didn't feel hot. I felt scared. Especially by the thought of Christina's perfect body compared to mine. To be honest, as excited as I was by what I could imagine would happen, the thought of being naked in front of Christina terrified me. I looked better than I had in maybe twenty years, but as good as my curves had seemed to me a few months ago, now I just felt, well, fat. On Friday Christina and I avoided one another as much as possible. It was just too hard to be around her. And I suspected she felt the same way. At quitting time, she breezed into my office, her cheeks just a bit flushed, and said, "Seven o'clock, right?" "Yes," I said. "I'll be there." "I can't wait," she said and left me to watch her legs retreating down the corridor. When I got home, I felt like I was vibrating as I walked into the kitchen and I had to concentrate on breathing normally. Jillian was waiting for me. She'd agreed to babysit her younger sister and to make sure her brother came home on time. "Hi Mom," she said, sounding a lot perkier than I felt. "All set for your big date?" "I need to breathe before I can go anywhere," I groaned. Jillian stood up, went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine and poured me a glass. "Drink this. It'll help you breathe." She was right, of course. As soon as I took a sip, I felt calm begin to wash over me—clearly a psychological reaction rather than a physiological one. "Go get changed," she said. "Don't want to be late!" I stuck my tongue out at her, but followed her advice. I took a shower, shaved my legs and armpits, put on just a little of the only expensive perfume I owned, and dressed in the outfit we'd agreed on. I must have checked myself in the mirror five times before I could bring myself to go downstairs, but finally, it was time. "Wow, Mom. You look great," my very supportive daughter gushed. "If I was into older chicks, I'd ask you out." I slugged her in the shoulder for that one. Then, just as I was about to go through all the things I wanted her to do, she cut me off. "I know. Allison needs to be in bed by 10:00 and Mark has to be home by 11:00. I've got Christina's number and your cell number programmed into my phone." "Okay, Miss Smartypants, that seems to be it then." "Not quite," she said, looking at me sideways. "There's one more detail." Then she stood up, wrapped me in her arms and hugged me. Jillian takes after her father and so is close to two inches taller than me, which puts her just under six feet. It felt good to be hugged at that moment, so I hugged her back hard. When we broke our clench, she put her hands on my shoulders and said, "I don't expect you to come home tonight." "What?" "I mean it Mom. I'm 18 years old, remember. I can control the punks. You have absolutely no reason to come home tonight and so you better not. Seriously." I was about to protest, but she was right. I didn't want to come home. Tears started from my eyes and ran down my face. "I love you Jilly," was all I could say. "I love you too Mom. Now get the hell out of here!" I'd been to Christina's house a couple of times and had cruised it the night before just because I couldn't stop myself, so I managed to get there without getting lost. But when I pulled into the driveway, I was a wreck. I hadn't felt this way when I'd started dating again and the reason was pretty obvious to me. I hadn't cared that much about Alex. And, of course, I was about to turn a corner in my life and go to a place I'd never imagined I'd go. Christina must have been waiting for me to pull up, because she opened her front door, stepped out onto the stoop and waved. Okay, here goes nothing, I said to myself. "Hi," I said as I walked toward her door. She was wearing a Hawaiian print shirt with several of the top buttons undone and a pair of low-rise jeans. Her hair was piled up on her head with a couple of antique looking chopsticks. A single diamond was suspended just below her throat by a chain so thin it was almost invisible. God she looked beautiful. "Hi yourself," she said. "Glad you remembered how to get here." "I printed out directions," I lied. "Well, come on in. Dinner's almost ready." We stepped inside and I had to suppress an overwhelming urge to grab her and kiss her. If she'd wanted to do that, she would have turned on me as soon as we closed the front door. Instead, she led me down the hall to the kitchen. "That smells delicious," I said. "What is it?" "It's Thai. A shrimp and scallop curry. It's not too spicy. I know you don't like things too hot." From the kitchen, I could see the dining room. The table was set for two with candles already burning. Very romantic. Christina handed me a glass of wine and looked where I'd been staring. "Cozy, isn't it." "Yes," I said. "I just love that about your house." "Mmm," she murmured into her wine glass. "Have a seat over there,' she said, motioning toward a barstool at the counter, "and let me finish up." I sat as directed and watched her. Her green eyes were so captivating against her pale pink skin, her deep red hair. "What are the kids up to tonight," she asked. "Mark's out with friends and Jillian's babysitting Allie. I think they're going to watch a DVD." "You're so lucky to have Jillian as your oldest," she said. "My mother always wished I'd been the oldest instead of the youngest. Of course, it meant I didn't have to babysit my brothers." "I think you got the better end of that deal," I replied. "And yes, I'm very lucky to have Jillian. In fact," I took a deep breath, "I wouldn't be here tonight if it weren't for her." "Oh?" Christina's eyebrows arched. "Well, um, yes. You see, Jillian was the one who," I couldn't say it just that fast, so to stall, I took another sip of my wine, a gulp actually. "Who what?" Now she was teasing me, I was sure. "Who sat me down and told me that it was as plain on the nose on my face that you and I, well, that we feel more for one another than just friendship." It was the moment of truth. I was sure there was no way I was wrong, but there was always that very slim chance and if I was wrong, my whole life—my job, my self-image, everything—was in shambles. I guess I must have looked pretty vulnerable at that moment, because Christina put down the knife she was using to chop the scallops, wiped her hand on a towel and stepped to me. The whole time her eyes never left mine. She took my head in her hands, tilted it sideways just a bit and leaned down so close I could feel the heat of her lips before they touched mine. When she actually did make contact with me, I thought I might faint right there on the spot. Never in my whole life had I wanted to kiss someone that much. Her lips were as soft as velvet, but her kiss was anything but soft. She pressed us together hungrily, her tongue darting between my lips and sliding over my teeth, then withdrawing. As she pulled back, I pressed forward, rising a little from my seat. I didn't want the contact broken now that we were touching at last. Now it was me who was on the attack, devouring her mouth, probing with my tongue, reaching up with my hands to pull her to me. We kissed like that for several minutes, my excitement, my need building. And then she broke the clench, stepped back and gasped. Her nipples were poking against the fabric of her shirt so that I could see them even through the floral print. Her chest was heaving in time with mine. "Does that answer your question?" she asked. I couldn't speak. All I could do was nod. "Good. Now let me finish this, or we'll never eat it and I'll have wasted an hour of prep time." "Okay," I said. "But can you go just a little faster?" Then we both smiled, a knowing smile of pleasure postponed. Dinner was delicious and I'm glad we didn't waste it. We also managed to polish off a bottle and a half of some very nice wine. By the time we'd cleared our plates, we were both feeling sated—at least as far as our stomachs went. In the kitchen, I was about to reach for Christina to resume where we'd left off before dinner, when she slid her hand into mine and said, "Come with me." She led me down the hall to her bedroom and to the edge of her bed, where she turned and gathered me in her arms. Christina and I are both tall, so we were well matched, our bodies pressing together in all the right places. The feeling of her breasts against mine was heavenly and I was already very damp with anticipation. But I was also a little nervous about being naked in front of her. Before I could worry any more, she released me from her hug and kissed me again. But this time, her hands began to roam over my body, sliding down my rib cage to my hips, then over my butt and up my back to my neck, then down my front where she tweaked my nipples and cupped my breasts in her hands. I sighed involuntarily and followed her lead, letting my fingers investigate the body I'd been dreaming about every night for the past week. Then she was unbuttoning my blouse. My nipples were so hard they hurt pressed against the inside of my bra and I felt a desperate need for her to kiss them. I didn't have long to wait, because she skillfully slid me out of my blouse and unsnapped my bra. As my breasts swung free, she gasped, leaned down and her mouth was on my nipple, her tongue swirling in rapid circles. With a shock I realized that I was very close to an orgasm. I clasped her head in my hands and pressed her against my breast as she devoured me. And before I knew it, my legs began to shake, my breath came in short little gasps and it hit me, an orgasm that began in her mouth, entered my breasts, and washed over my entire body. I cried out and collapsed backward onto her bed. Her mouth never left me as I writhed beneath her, feeling the waves of pleasure rebound from my feet to my head and back to her mouth. My nipples have always been zones of intense pleasure for me, but in my whole life I'd never cum from nipple stimulation before. "Oh my God Christina," I moaned, "That was unbelievable." She looked up at me then, a look of pure animal lust in her eyes. "You are so beautiful Megan. So beautiful." Then I felt her hands begin to work at the button at the waistband of my pants. I began squirming to help her. I wanted to be naked in the worst kind of way. From the way she was tugging at my pants, it was pretty clear she wanted me naked even worse. Once she had my jeans off, Christina stood next to the bed and slid easily out of her own clothes. I watched, mesmerized, as her body appeared before me. It was everything mine would never be—perfect breasts, a flat stomach, a thin waist. I stared at her with a mix of longing and envy. "Christina," I whispered. "You're perfect." "You don't get it do you?" she asked me. "Get what?" "You're the one who's perfect Megan. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever known." And then as if to silence any dissent I might utter, she bent down and began to kiss my toes, sliding her tongue between each one, then sucking a toe into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it like it was a tiny cock. No one had ever sucked my toes before and I liked it. A lot. When she'd visited all ten of my toes she began kissing her way up my calves, across the tops of my thighs and then down to the insides of my knees. She was driving me crazy. Christina knew where I wanted her tongue, but she was going to make me suffer first, that was clear. As she kissed and nibbled her way up closer and closer to my pussy, I began to lift my hips off the bed to give her better access, but distressingly, she passed her target by. Instead, she kissed her way through my pubic hair and up to my navel, where her tongue probed for just a moment, before bathing its way across my belly. "You are so sexy," she moaned. "I love your body." "And you're killing me," I moaned back at her. That made her chuckle. But it didn't make her go where I wanted her to go. Instead, she began kissing the undersides of my breasts. My nipples were still very hard and before long they were back in her mouth, but this time she nipped them playfully. The twinge of pain from her teeth just increased my need. She seemed to know me as though we'd been lovers for years, not minutes. From my breasts her tongue slid up my neck to my ears. My ears have always been my most erogenous zone after my breasts and crotch and her hot breath, the smell of her hair as she licked and nibbled my earlobes, sent me into a series of gasps and full body twitches. "Mmmm. You like that?" "God yes!" "Mmmm," she murmured into my ear, the vibrations of her hum just making it worse. With one hand I began to stroke her back, while I tried worming the other one under her to begin my own investigation of her body. But she pushed my hand away. "Not yet," she said. "Not yet." So I lay back and let her love me. At last she began to kiss her way back down toward my waist. By this time my entire body was on fire, every single nerve ending inflamed. I was writhing and moaning like some kind of animal. And my greatest fear was that she would bypass the place I needed her to go and continue my torture. Fortunately for me, she did nothing of the sort. Instead, she pushed my legs open and her face descended. I was soaking wet and could feel how swollen my pussy was with desire for my lover. "You are so incredible," she murmured. And then her breath was beating down on the outer lips of my sex. I needed her touch so badly I wanted to scream for it. She knew it and didn't make me wait another moment. The tip of her tongue danced out and began tracing the edges of my outer lips and as it did, I could feel another orgasm approaching. Desperate now, I begged her, "Please. I'm so close. Please. My clit." As slow and deliberate as Christina had been for the past ten minutes or so, she suddenly attacked my body, thrusting her face down into me, her tongue playing roughly over my clit, driving me up and over the edge. This time I really did scream. Well, scream is not exactly the right word because that implies something high pitched and wailing. My scream was more like a shouted grunt. My hips bucked up off the mattress, crashing into her face as the most powerful orgasm of my life surged through me. I felt as though her tongue was yanking me up and down on the bed, making my body dance as though I was a puppet on a string. Best of all, Christina knew better than to stop. Instead of slackening her pace, she drove two fingers into me, pushing my folds open, and began strumming on my g-spot. Until that moment, I'd never known what "multi-orgasmic" meant, but I found out right then and there. A second and then a third orgasm took me as I gave myself over completely and totally to my lover, letting her have all of me, wanting nothing more than to be the feelings that assaulted me. I have no idea how long I kept cumming. I had ascended into a timeless place where the only things that existed were my body and my lover's ministrations. But all good things must come to an end. I don't know if it was my body giving out or Christina getting a tongue cramp, but she eventually began to slow her pace and as she did, the aftershocks of my pleasure began to space themselves out, until at last I flopped on the bed, my body completely spent. I couldn't have moved if the house had caught fire at that moment. Fortunately, I didn't have to move, because Christina squirmed up toward me, covering my body in hers, our breasts crushed together, our pelvic bones touching, feet entwined. I wrapped my arms around her, buried her head in the hollow of my shoulder and then did something very unsexy. I began to cry. Not little sobs or anything like that. I cut loose with gut-wrenching moans and I clung to Christina like my life depended on it. She wormed her arms under me and clung back. After a few minutes of blubbering, my sobs turned into laughs, or at least a kind of sob-laugh that must have been funny to listen to, because it made Christina start laughing too. She slid her arms out from under me, raised herself up so she could look into my eyes, and said, "I love you too." That just made me start crying all over again. She knew. She knew just like she'd looked inside my heart, just as easily as she'd taken control of my body. I was deliriously happy. I grabbed her face with both hands and dragged her down to my lips and we kissed just as passionately as we had there in the kitchen a couple of hours earlier. Only this time it was me who wanted it all. I wanted to love her the way she'd just loved me, to join her in that glorious passage from excitement to fulfillment. She sensed my need once again in a way no lover ever had, and rolled over and off of me, lying back and offering herself to me. And I worshiped her just as she'd worshiped me. I wanted to know every inch of her skin, every cleft, every wrinkle, every smell, every taste. Nothing had ever felt so right to me, so natural, so loving. I tasted her and I roughed her skin with the back of my tongue. I drew her nipples into my mouth and loved them just as I had been loved. I smelled the perfume she'd dabbed behind her ears and I twirled her shimmering hair between my fingers as I trailed my nose along the nape of her neck. As I approached her waist at last, I could smell her, a smell of passion much like my own but subtly different. It was a Christina smell, wild, untamed, dominating. More than anything I wanted to taste the juices that made that smell and so I forced her legs open and kissed my way closer and closer to the object of my desire. Her red pubic hair, trimmed back from her pussy, was damp with sweat and excitement as my lips burrowed in it. Her hips were rising off the bed now, her need urgent. My tongue became the locus of my love, of my own need, as it dipped between the folds of her pussy, the sweet tang of her spreading up and over my taste buds. I wanted more. I needed more. I drove my tongue into her, lapping up her passion as it poured from her. And then I found it. The spot to which all her nerve endings were connected. And as I sucked it between my lips, her clit quivered and jumped as if it were a thing alive, separate from her yet intricately connected. Christina cried out then and grabbed my head, grinding me into her and as I had done, she came and came hard. Home At Last Home, at last!! Each day at work only seemed to bring another crisis to be solved. And each night only brought loneliness since you were away on business. Only one more night, I think to myself as I arrive home. I look at the clock and see that it is already after 9:00 pm. All I want (since you are not here) is a long hot shower. I undress and steam soon fills the room as the water heats. I walk thrugh the house naked to get a glass of wine before stepping into the shower. I smile as I think of the things you would do to me if you could see me right now. I turn on the radio, filling the house with soft music as I return to the bathroom and place my wineglass by the shower. I light candles and turn off the lights before stepping into the water. I stand there for a moment just enjoying the heat, the rush of water cascading over me. I sing along softly with the radio and sip my wine as I slowly unwind from the long week. I finally start to lather up as the water cools from hot to warm. "The only thing missing is you" I think as I begin to cleanse my body. My movements slow as I begin to imagine your hands, instead of mine, on my body. I slowly slide both hands down my chest, over my breasts to cup one in each hand. My thumbs stroke the nipples into hardness as I move them back and forth. "Oooooooh,baby. That feels so good. I love the way you touch me." I lift one breast to my mouth. I moan as I feel my tongue stroking, teasing the hard nipple. I move to the other breast, sucking the nipple deep inside. I lean my head back against the shower wall and close my eyes. My hands slide further down my body, caressing my stomach briefly, then moving lower. I widen my stance in the shower, spreading myself open as I slide my fingers inside my hot pussy. "Mmmmmm, I am soooooo ready for you." The heel of my hand presses against my clit as I pump my fingers deeper and deeper into my body. My hips thrust to meet the strokes of my fingers. "Deeper baby. Don't stop. Harder....:" My fingers move faster and faster as I move closer and closer to cumming. "MMMMMMMM, yes, yes, yess, yesssssss!" I scream as I explode and writhe in ecstasy. "I missed you too, baby," I hear. I open my eyes and find you there , already naked and ready to join me, watching me. You get in behind me as I step under the spray and let the water run over my body. I am facing you, and lean my head back to get my hair wet letting the water run down over my shoulders and breasts. You reach up and cup them, squeezing them gently making my nipples harden under your touch. You pick up the soap and start soaping my body. Of course, your hands are caressing me as you do, first my breasts and arms and tummy, then on down my hips. You rub the soap between your hands, soaping them up then you slide them between my thighs. Yours hands are soo slick; they glide easily between my legs. You slowly stroke me between my swollen pussy lips and touch my clit, sending bolts of electricity running through me. I moan softly as you wash and rub me there. The excitement is building and I move my hips against your hand wanting more and more; but you stop, turning me around to wash my back, and letting the water rinse off the soap on the front. You wash up my back now working gently down to my hips and ass, stopping to squeeze my cheecks and give em a quick slap, before washing between them too, slipping a finger into my ass making me moan again. You lean into me and whisper in my ear, telling me to rinse. I cant do it fast enough as I am anxious to return the favor. My hands glide all over you, soaping up your body, washing it gently from head to toe. Of course your cock receives extra special attention as I clean you, stroke you, feel you get hard in my hands. You feel soooooooooo good. I keep on stroking and washing being sure to include your balls too. I ask you to turn around and rinse the front as I start on your back. After we are thoroughly washed, you pull me close to you into a deep passionate kiss. You pin my body against the shower as if to melt your body into mine, holding my arms above my head with one hand. I can feel the hardness of your cock between my thighs and know you are ready to take me, make me yours as our bodies become one. Your free hand slides down to my breasts and you hold one as you suckle the other, making me squeal and moan in delight. Your mouth is suddenly on mine, kissing me hard....soo hard as if you cant get enough. Your tongue dancing around in my mouth as your hand finds its way between my thighs again. You lift my leg to rest my foot on the edge of the tub, giving you better access. You start stroking my clit. Slowly at first, then harder and faster. I can hardly move against you as your body is holding me tight against the shower wall. You have me right where you want me; having your way with me. My legs are trembeling as you take me to higher and higher levels of passion. Its sooooooooooo good....but I want you buried deep inside me. "Pleasee," I moan as you thrust two fingers deep inside me, hard and fast, fucking me like never before, as you tell me to beg for your hard cock. You slow your hand's movement inside me as you tell me that I wont get what I really want unless I beg for it. "YES, I want you to fuck me with your hard cock. Give it to me." You tell me you aren't convinced as you turn me around suddenly and slide your fingers inside my ass, fucking it just as hard and deep. "Yesssssss.....I groan. I need you baby....Give me your cock. I need it inside me." You still tell me you are not conviced. You get out of the shower and pick me up and carry me back to the bed. You tie my hands above my head and spread my legs wide and tie them too. You lie on top of me, sucking my breasts hard and you tell me you want to hear me scream out your name. I moan your name over and over as you slide your hard cock against me. You tell me that I can do better than that as you begin stroking me hard between my legs. My clit is being assaulted hard making me want to squirm but being I am tied down tight and cant move as much as I want. The feelings of ecstacy are soo much more intense. I beg you, screaming out to you for you to please please fuck me. 'Are you sure,' you ask. "YESSSSSSSSSSS," I plead. In one hard deep trhust, you shove your entire cock into me. You seem bigger than ever before as you stroke my cunt with your cock. I scream out my pleasure as you fuck me, pounding my pussy hard and deep. You ram into me soo hard over and over and over again. I cum and cum and cum as you thrust into me. I scream your name over and over and over; loudly at first but my voice gets lower and lower as I am overwhelmed by all I feel. As I feel im about to lose consciousness you slow down, and now are gently making love to me. You reach down and untie my legs and my hands. I wrap my legs around your hips and my arms around your shoulders and we move together as one, slowly gently savouring the feel of being joined to each other. I gaze into your eyes and you can see the same passion I see in yours. You kiss me as your cum explodes from your body and and it takes me over the edge a final time. Home at Last Raegan Hall felt as if she was floating as she walked down the upstairs hallway. Her heart was lighter than it had been in nearly a year. She couldn't keep the smile from her face. She paused outside the first door she came to and peered around the corner into the darkness. A small night light glowed softly enough that she could make out the little boy lying in the bed. She leaned against the doorframe and watched him, unable to believe he was really there. He stirred just as she started to walk away. "Aun' Rae?" he mumbled in a sleepy voice. "Yes, pumpkin?" she responded in a soft whisper. She stepped into his room and walked to the bed, perching on the edge of it. She smoothed her palm over his hair and gazed tenderly at him. "Are we really really gonna stay here forever?" "Yes, bud, I think so. Would you like that?" "Uh huh." He snuggled into the blankets. "I love you, Aun' Rae." Rae bent to kiss him softly. "I love you," she answered, tucking the blanket around him. She silently slipped out of the room and continued her journey down the hall. She stopped at the next door and peeked inside. Her heart swelled at the sight. Tara sat in a rocking chair next to the crib. She was humming softly as she rocked Rachel in her arms. The sight of the small woman astounded Rae. She had pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail and scrubbed her face free of make-up. She had on a pair of faded, holey jeans and a t-shirt, but she still looked beautiful to Rae. Sensing Rae's presence, Tara looked up and smiled. "Did I hear you talking to Will?" she asked in a soft tone. "Is he all right?" "Yeah, he just wanted to know if he was going to stay here forever." She paused for a moment, a half-smile on her face. "He said he liked that idea. I agreed with him." Tara looked down and adjusted Rachel, the smile still planted on her face, before answering. "Me, too. I think Rachel agrees. She'll be through in a few moments." "Do you need anything?" "No," Tara answered warmly. "I have everything I could possibly need." Rae didn't think it was possible, but her heart seemed to grow even bigger. Tara returned her full attention to the baby, her melodious voice echoing in Rae's ears as she pulled herself away from the scene and headed down the steps. The walls of the house were still empty, but already the presence of Tara and the children made it feel more like a home to Raegan. She turned on the stereo, filling the downstairs with classical music, and picked up the cordless phone. She dialed the number of her best friend and listened to it ring. "Hey, Beth, it's Rae. I'm home." "Welcome home," her best friend answered. "Are you alone?" Rae took a deep, satisfied breath as she settled into her recliner. "No, Tara and the children are with me." Beth didn't respond immediately. She had not been supportive as Rae and Tara had tried to maintain a long distance relationship. She had predicted that Tara would never overcome her fear of living the lesbian lifestyle. "I'm happy for you, Rae," she finally said. "I was wrong. I really am happy." "So am I, Beth. So am I." "What are you going to do about Erin?" Beth's question was blunt. Erin McAllister was a rising country music artist that the best friends had discovered. From the beginning, McAllister had made no secret that she was attracted to Rae and in her frustration and heartache over Tara, Rae had responded. From New Year's to Valentine's, Rae had broken the boundaries of professionalism and become lovers with the beautiful young singer. Initially, Beth had pushed Rae toward McAllister, but toward the end, she hadn't been as enthusiastic. Beth had seen what Rae would not let herself see. She had realized that Rae was still in love with Tara. Rae sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes. "I'm going to tell her the truth. If she causes a scene and it costs my job, then I'll find something else. Capital Records would still give me a good reference." "What about the grandparents?" Rae didn't need more explanation. Tara's formers had not responded well when they found out Tara intended to move to Nashville with her new female lover. They had threatened to sue for custody of the children. Their threat had frozen Tara for nine months. In frustration, Rae had ended the relationship. "We talked to Sydney, my friend who is a lawyer, but Tara laid down the law to them. She told them that if they sued, they might win, but they probably wouldn't. If they didn't win, they wouldn't see the children again. If they dropped it, she promised them that we would be home at least once a month and they would see the children then." "They took that?" "They didn't like it, but I think they have backed off. Sydney says we'd win." As she talked, Tara came down the steps. She came straight to Rae and slipped onto the other woman's lap. Rae opened her arms as Tara settled across her thighs. She wrapped her arm around Tara's waist, pulling her lover against her. Tara trailed her fingers over Rae's cheek and nibbled on her girlfriend's jaw line. "I think you would, too," Beth replied. "You are going to make a good parent. Will you be at work tomorrow?" Tara's lips were moving on Rae's neck, her tongue dancing playfully. Rae was having a difficult time concentrating on Beth's words with her small, beautiful lover in her arms. Tara's scent filled Rae's nose. Her touch sent shivers through Rae's body. "I'll be late," Rae answered, trying to keep the quiver from her voice. "We are going to go enroll Will in school." "I'll look forward to seeing you. I don't know that we've ever gone two weeks without seeing each other. We want to have you and Tara over as soon as she feels settled." "That'll be nice, Beth. We can do those couple things we used to do while I was with Jamie." Tara had shifted her attention to Rae's ear. She playfully licked the shell of her partner's ear, and then blew across it. Goosebumps formed along Rae's skin. Beth was still talking and Rae was trying to listen, but Tara was making it difficult. Beth was talking about things that had occurred at the office during Rae's time off and Rae managed to answer at the right moments in the conversation, but her heart was beginning to race and her breath was starting to become shallow. Tara shifted on her partner's lap, turning to face Rae as she talked with her friend. Her knees straddled Rae's hips and their lower bodies rested comfortably against each other. Tara tilted her head and kissed her way down Raegan's neck. Her fingers began working on the buttons of Rae's blouse. She freed them one at a time, revealing more of Rae's skin as she did. She peeled back the panels of the shirt once all of the buttons were released and nuzzled the curve of Rae's pale breast above her bra. Her lips kissed along the gentle swell, her breath warm on Rae's suddenly cool flesh. She used her mouth to nudge the material of the bra away, her tongue dipping beneath the satin. "Sounds like ya'll survived just fine without me," Rae commented to Beth, pleased that she managed to keep the breathlessness from her voice. Tara smirked a little, her fingertips moving along her partner's ribcage. Rae had to suppress a giggle. "Nonsense," Beth answered. "We missed you a lot. You are the best at what you do. Even better than me." "I'll see you tomorrow," Rae replied with a laugh, trying to capture both of Tara's wrists with her free hand. "Okay," Beth said. "Sleep well." "Hey, Beth, thanks for everything. You're a good friend." "Don't be getting all sentimental on me. We'll do lunch tomorrow and you can tell me all the gory details. Good night." "Night," Rae returned, hanging up the phone as Tara moved her hands to her lover's shoulders. "You are a vixen," she said, cupping Tara's face in her hands. She pulled her partner's face to her mouth, their lips meeting in a sweet, long, tender kiss. Their lips moved against each other, firm and affectionate. The tip of Rae's tongue danced along Tara's mouth, teasing her lips open. Tara's tongue met Rae's, welcoming her lover into her mouth. Rae's hands left Tara's face without easing the deep kiss. Her fingertips danced over Tara's back and began bunching the material of her t-shirt. When he fingers felt flesh, she moved to Tara's front, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Beneath the t-shirt, Rae cupped Tara's small breasts, her thumbs making gentle circles around Tara's hardened nipples. Tara moaned softly into Rae's mouth, her hips rocking forward as she attempted to get closer to the woman. She wrapped her arms around Rae's shoulders, crushing her breasts and Rae's hands between them. Her tongue darted into Rae's mouth, tickling along the roof before twining with Rae's tongue. "Mommy!" a tiny voice floated down the stairs. "Mommy!" Rae broke the kiss and leaned her head back against the chair with a soft groan. Tara laid her forehead against Rae's shoulder, attempting to catch her breath. "I'll go," Rae said after a moment. Tara sat up, touching her lips quickly to Rae's, and then laid her finger against Rae's soft lips. "I will. He's in a strange place. Don't move." She rose from Rae's lap in one motion. Rae leaned forward to watch Tara's ascent up the stairs, shamelessly appreciating the view of firm butt in worn denim. Once Tara rounded the corner, Rae slowly exhaled the breath she had been holding. Despite Tara's order not to move, Rae stood and turned off the stereo. She hurried up the stairs, pausing at the top of the landing to listen to Tara's gentle voice soothe Will. She crossed to their room and stopped abruptly with a smile on her face. It was their room. Tara hadn't finished unpacking, but she'd already been rearranging the closets and dresser drawers. At once, the room was unfamiliar and comfortable. Rae cleaned off the bed and pulled the blankets down, fluffing the pillows. She lit a couple of candles and turned off the lights, and then stepped back to observe the room. She had not made love to Tara in a long time. They had been apart for six months. Only a brutal attack had finally broken Tara's will. Rae had run home as soon as Tara had called, but she did not want to push Tara into sex until she knew her lover was ready. She didn't want her intimate touch to revive any memories of her attack. She also had wanted to make sure Tara knew she was wanted in Nashville because Rae loved her, not because Rae was controlled by her hormones. Tonight was the first time Tara had approached her, and Rae did not want to let the opportunity pass. Arms slipped around her waist from behind and lips touched the back of her neck. She leaned her head forward, covering Tara's hands with her own. "Is he all right?" "Mhm," Tara muttered. "I gave him some water and he calmed down. Rachel's asleep, too. I told you to stay put." Tara tugged on the sleeves of Rae's open shirt, pulling it off her lover's body. Her lips moved down Rae's spine, her deft fingers releasing the hooks on the bra. Rae shrugged out of it as Tara stepped closer. Tara's hands roamed over Rae's belly and breasts, squeezing and massaging as her mouth and teeth nipped and tugged Rae's shoulder and neck. Rae sighed in pleasure, leaning back, feeling Tara's breasts crush against her back. Tara's hands moved down Rae's belly, her fingertips slipping into the waistband of tight jeans, just teasing her partner for a moment. Rae's body trembled in anticipation. Raegan turned in the circle of Tara's arms, facing her gentle, beautiful lover. Her fingertips brushed wisps of hair from Tara's cheek, gazing into her partner's deep blue eyes. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you more than I can ever show you in this lifetime, Tara Roding Myers." "Kiss me, Raegan," Tara answered, her voice intense. "I want to feel your mouth on mine, on my body. Show me your love." Raegan had no choice but to oblige. She lowered her head and kissed Tara's lips tenderly. Their lips moved gently against each other, the embrace intimate but not passionate until Tara snagged Rae's lower lip between her teeth. She sucked softly, rubbing her tongue over Rae's lip. Her fingers glided down Rae's back and over her buttocks. Rae chuckled softly. "Feeling frisky?" "I had forgotten how much I craved having your hands on me, how wonderful it makes me feel to have you taking care of me," Tara answered, stretching up for another kiss, this one deeper and more intimate. Her tongue explored inside Rae's mouth. Rae pulled up Tara's t-shirt and they broke the kiss long enough for her to remove it. Rae's hands covered Tara's breasts, feeling the hard pebbles pushing against the center of her palms. Their hips met, the friction of their jeans rubbing together intensifying their desire. "Raegan." Rae pulled away to play with Tara's blond curls. "I love the way you say my name. When you say it, I know no one else knows me the way you do and no one ever will." They kissed again and Rae stooped, lifting her smaller lover into the cradle of her arms. Tara laughed, looping her arms around Rae's neck. She nuzzled her lover's ear as Rae carried her the short distance to the bed. "I love you," she whispered fiercely. Their mouths locked again and Rae place Tara on the cool sheets without breaking the kiss. She lay over Tara, her arms on either side of her partner as their mouths explored. The kiss was hungry and intimate. Their arms and limbs were entwined and it was impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. When Rae finally pulled away from Tara's mouth and kissed her way down Tara's chin and throat, Tara was struggling for breath. Tara threaded her fingers through Rae's short brown hair, holding her lover's head in both hands as Rae licked a puckered nipple. She blew a stream of air over the button and Tara moaned softly. She treated the other nipple to the same attention, alternating the teasing motion until Tara was pulling her hair. She took Tara's full breast in her mouth, massaging the nipple with her tongue. Tara groaned, her body moving restlessly. She rocked a little, searching for relief. She finally worked herself free enough to straddle Rae's leg. She lifted her hips and began rocking in a steady motion. Rae rolled back on her knees, looking down at Tara splayed beneath her. Tara whined softly, her arms reaching to pull Rae back down. Rae easily resisted, her hands freeing the button and lowering the zipper of Tara's fly. She peeled it back and bent to kiss the V of pale pink underwear the opening revealed. Tara lifted her hips in encouragement and invitation. Rae tugged at the jeans, moving them down Tara's shapely legs until they were gone. She bent again, her warm breath seeping though the material of the cotton panties, heating Tara's mound to a fiery pitch. Tara's fingernails scraped along Rae's shoulders as she pleaded for release. Rae sat up again and her hands tremble as she tried to open her fly. Tara attempted to help and between the two of them, they managed to open the five buttons. Rae stood up long enough to remove them, pushing her underwear down at the same time. She settled her body between Tara's legs, resting in the cradle of Tara's pelvis. Tara wrapped her legs around Rae's hips, pinning her lover in place. Rae placed her hands on either side of Tara's head and began rocking her hips softly. Tara reached up to hold Rae's breasts as their bodies began to find a rhythm. The sensations built slowly. Each forward thrust pulsed inside their bodies, radiating through bellies and legs and breasts. Every nerve ending tingled with the friction their movements created. Tara gasped and groaned, her head bent back as Rae rode harder and faster. The friction grew slick and fast and Rae panted with the effort. Rae increased the pace and pressure, her body taut. She tilted her head back, veins rising in her neck and on her forehead. Tara had lost control of her body. She was thrusting up harder now. Twisting and convulsing beneath Raegan. Rae knew her lover's song well, and bent to cover Tara's mouth with her own just as the small woman crashed and cascaded over the precipice into sweet oblivion. Tara sobbed softly, her body heaving with the effort. Rae bent and tenderly kissed her brow, brushing sweaty strands of hair from Tara's cheeks and forehead. "What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong," Tara managed to say. "Everything's right. For the first time in a very long time for me, everything is right. I love you, and I know, that I, that me and Will and Rachel, are home." Overcome, Rae wrapped Tara in her arms. Tears spilled from her own eyes as they embraced. "Home at last." Home at Last! It had been some huge charity 'do' organised by the Home Office and she could barely remember which currently popular cause had benefited from the schmoosing and champagne swigging tonight, it didn't really matter anyway, she had done her bit. He had dutifully come along and been charming to the various big wigs and earnest do gooder types she had introduced him to, even lasting a whole half-hour into the tediously heartfelt speeches before boredom set in and he'd retreated towards the bar. She had watched him go with envy but duty kept her mingling. Now that they had at last returned home he had immediately wandered off to the computer to check mails and whatever else he did on the dame thing for hours! If she didn’t get his attention now he would be lost for the night. She stood in front of the long standing mirror in their room and gazed at her reflection. The black velvet dress was tight and close fitting from shoulder to just below her knees when it widened to create a gentle flowing line and allow freedom of movement. A thin black velvet choker was tied around her throat and she had curled her long thick blond hair and piled it up on the back of her head with pearl tipped clips, allowing some to trail around her neck and face. She had felt good this evening, it was rare that she found occasions to really dress up these days and so was reluctant to take the dress off and put it back into storage bags. She smiled to herself, deciding to make the most of it and crossed the hall to the study. He didn’t look up when she entered but she moved to stand by his chair, turning her back and asking him to help her with the catches on her dress. He turned from the screen and unhooked the top and pulled the zip down a little way but then she felt him pause and his hands slid around her body to just under her breasts, running over the soft velvet fabric as he slid them down over her tummy and back to her hips and down along her thighs. "Did I tell you how much I like this dress?" he asked and she grinned to herself before answering, "You'll like what's under it even more"! Moving away a little so he could see her before reaching up behind her back and pulling the half-open zip all the way down. She let the fabric fall from her breasts and eased the tight dress over her hips, bending forward very slowly and pointedly to push it down her legs so that he had a clear view of her bare bottom framed between the two side straps of the very dark blood red suspender belt and the lacy tops of her black silk stockings. She straightened up, stepping out of the dress as it pooled at her feet and turned around to smile at him as he took in the very little she was wearing. The high stiletto heeled shoes, the stockings and suspenders, the dark red tightly laced corset that pushed her breasts up and together to form a very pleasing cleavage seemed to meet with his approval if the way he shifted in his chair was any indication. She wasn’t wearing panties and his eyes lingered on the completely shaved skin between her legs, the outline of the lips masking her most sensitive core making his fingers twitch to touch her. He raised his eyes to hers and smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes, "Hmmm…..not bad, but red's not really your colour Hun." He turned back to the PC screen and began reading his emails; " Ya couldn’t rustle me up some cheese on toast could ya? I'm starving!" He heard her gasp and two seconds later she was on top of him, straddling his lap and pushing him back in the big chair as he laughed while she pummelled him in mock outrage. She tugged his hair and bent to bite any part of his neck or shoulders she could reach, pulling his shirt open and digging her nails into his chest as she called him all the names she could think of. He made a pretence of defending himself, clutching his shirt closed again and trying to push her off. "Now listen", he laughed, "I'm not just a sex object, I need to be wooed!" She laughed derisively back at him and pushed her hand between their bodies to grab his crotch and squeeze his balls hard enough to hurt. He stilled and she chuckled against his throat before sitting back to look at him. "You had better be a good boy tonight and do as you're told or I may have to get rough." He smiled slightly and brushed his fingers over her stocking tops as he leaned forward to kiss her. Sighing contentedly, she opened her mouth under his questing tongue and relaxed into him. Just as she did so he made a grab for her wrist but she had known he would try something and closed her fist, giving his balls a sharp tug as she did so. He grunted and sat back and she smiled down at him sweetly, "You can't seriously think I would fall for that! Tsk, tsk, very poor show Darling, I'm disappointed…you're not the man you used…". She cried out sharply in shock as he bucked up under her causing her to lose her balance and slide backwards off his lap to land in an untidy heap on the floor at his feet, he grinned down at her, "You were saying Hun…?!" But his smile began to fade as she rubbed her right hip and pushed her hair out of her eyes before struggling to her feet. "Fine, play with your stupid computer, I'm going to bed!" He watched in dismay as she stomped out of the room, he assumed she was joking but when she didn’t return after a moment he rose to follow after her calling in exasperation, " For god sake Hun, don’t be a baby, I didn't mean to hurt you…" he walked through the bedroom door expecting to find her sulking on the bed but she wasn't. As he stood there in the centre of the room the door banged shut behind him and then he felt her breasts rubbing along his back as she moulded her body into his. He smiled as she ran both hands over his chest and tummy and down between his legs, rubbing them firmly over his crotch and feeling him begin to harden under her fingers as she blew softly in his ear. " I decided to be the bigger person and forgive you" she breathed while undoing his belt and trousers "….now strip!" He chuckled again at her eagerness and stepped forward to quickly shrug off the already open shirt and let the trousers fall to the floor. She tugged at the boxers and he let them fall down too and kicked the discarded clothes aside before turning to take her in his arms, cupping her ass and pulling her tight against him as her arms wound around his neck and they kissed deeply. His growing erection was pressing into her tummy and she rubbed herself along it, moaning into his mouth until they had to break for air. She moved a little back from him but kept her hands on his shoulders. She smiled up at him and the affection in her eyes was obvious, he reached up and caressed her face gently before brushing his fingers over her throat, lingering to touch the velvet ribbon around her neck, "don’t take this off" he told her before leaning in to kiss her again. When they parted this time she sighed, raising one eyebrow and smirking wickedly, "suddenly my mouth feels very empty". She looked down between their bodies at his now fully erect cock and licked her lips, "Mmmmmm….". He sighed as she moved as if to kneel down but actually she put both hands in the centre of his chest and pushed him backwards hard. He sprawled onto the bed, starting to laugh again but obligingly pulling himself up on the high mattress to lie back on the many pillows, shifting about to make himself comfortable while he watched her. He reached to touch himself but let his hands fall back on the covers as she snapped "No…just lie still and wait". Only one low lamp by the bed had been switched on, the soft warm light it gave off and the shadows it cast made the big room feel warm and intimate. Very aware of his eyes on her she went to click on the CD player, the high heels making her stand very straight and glide gracefully across the floor. Adjusting the volume she walked back to the foot of the bed and began to move slowly in time with the pulsing music. She raised her hands above her head and let him take another good look at her as she danced for him, the corset and suspenders holding up the black stockings she was wearing fitted tightly to her body and accentuated the curves. Slowly she pulled clip after clip out of her hair, letting the thick curls fall down her back and shoulders as she swayed her hips gently back and forth, running her fingers through her hair and down her body, over her tummy and down between her legs to her inner thighs. She reached up and grasping the front of the corset at the bottom began to undo it, pulling the laces through the eyelets slowly, one at a time, until she could pull it off exposing her breasts. Her nipples were already hard and she cupped both breasts in her hands and rubbed her thumbs over the little rose coloured buds, then pinching and tugging on them before lifting her arms again and continuing to dance rhythmically. She looked up at him to see he was breathing heavily and watching her intently. Then she saw his eyes lower to stare at her shaven mound again and she dropped one hand down to cover it, rubbing her palm over the soft skin before curling two fingers up inside herself and moaning as they slid into her wet heat. She didn't push in deep just let him see her move them around her slippery pussy until they were coated in her juices then she raised them to her mouth and slowly sucked on first one and then the other, almost laughing when he licked his lips again in sympathy. He was clenching his fists by his sides and she could tell he was desperate to stroke his straining cock but mindful of her instructions he didn’t. Walking towards him she knelt on the bed between his feet and rested her hands on his ankles, winding her fingers gently up his calves as they looked at each other. Then she pointedly let him see her look down at his cock and push her tongue between her teeth before she lowered her head to his thigh just above the knee and started to kiss and nip her way slowly upwards. He groaned and shifted on the bed, she knew he wanted to touch her but he kept his hands still as her warm lips reached his balls and she began to wet his sack with little laps of her tongue. His cock was twitching and she was being careful not to touch it, knowing he was expecting to feel her hot mouth around the shaft, but she wanted to tease him until he snapped. Problem was she was weakening herself and although she was enjoying licking and sucking his balls as her fingers kneaded his thighs her mouth was starting to water at the thought of that hot hard shaft sliding to the back of her throat. Yet she knew once she tasted him she wouldn’t want to stop until his cum was filling her mouth so, as she wanted to feel his hard cock inside her, she crawled up his body to kneel across his hips. He sat up and slid his fingers over the tops of her stockings and along the straps of her suspenders before moving up to her breasts, squeezing them roughly as she took his face in her hands and kissed him again. As their tongues explored each other's mouths his hands moved to her waist and he held her as she slowly lowered her needy pussy down on his rock hard shaft. He sighed and closed his eyes as her wet heat engulfed him and she pushed him back against the pillows, her fingers trailing over his chest as she began to move on him. Steady, controlled movements at first but then she just wanted to feel him as much as she could and sensing her intent he held tight to her hips as, throwing her head back and crying out in pleasure she slammed her body down on his thick shaft again and again. Her clit was aching and she was frantic to cum but she didn’t want to end things yet and they were both so close. With one final thrust she lifted herself up and let his swollen and twitching cock slip out of her. He opened his eyes and instinctively tried to pull her back down onto him but she shook him off saying softly, "wait Darling, it'll be worth it." He groaned again but let her go and she scrambled around until she was astride his hips again but facing away from him and settled herself on him so that his cock, slippery and dripping with her juices, was just below her. She looked back over her shoulder at him and saw that he was clutching the bedcovers while he looked at his throbbing, glistening wet cock poised against the tiny puckered entrance to her ass. "Don’t move Hun, just watch" she ordered and he nodded. Reaching behind her to wrap her strong fingers tightly around his shaft for guidance she pushed back against the swollen head which after a moments resistance, slid easily just inside the tight ring of muscle. She stopped, adjusting to the new sensation before she shifted slightly and let her whole body sink down slowly onto his hot pulsating cock until it was completely buried in her arse. She moaned low in her throat, loving the feelings of his thick flesh stretching her arsehole wide and piercing her inch by wonderful inch, he felt huge inside her and she felt so full. Knowing that she was sitting impaled on his throbbing cock was making her wild with lust and she wanted to pump up and down but she forced herself to stay still, just enjoying listening to his deep breathing behind her. She knew it was taking a lot of self control for him not to grab her hips and thrust into her but he remained still and she slowly began to roll her bottom in small circles, getting a little bigger with every rotation until they were both groaning at the feeling of his cock moving around inside her tight arse, touching her from every angle. Her pussy was dripping with her need for him and she dropped her hand to touch herself, pushing two fingers inside briefly before just rubbing them around her hot wet lips and sliding them down to smear her juices over his tight balls. She glanced behind her and he was holding the head board and looking at his cock engulfed by her round arse, as he glanced up at her face she smiled and squeezed his balls and he sighed and smiled back at her. Tightening her muscles as much as she could she pulled upwards painfully slowly until only the very tip of him was inside her then she waited a second and releasing her grip, pushed back down. They were both panting and moaning by the time she had repeated this three times and neither of them could take it anymore. She whimpered and closed her eyes, one hand was still kneading and squeezing his balls and she rubbed around her aching clit with two fingers of the other and began to slide up and down faster on his incredibly hard cock. She was moaning loudly and her hair was flying around wildly as she writhed on him, her head thrown back so far that the longest strands were trailing over his chest. He dug his fingers into her thighs and rubbed his thumbs over her ass as he bucked up under her, meeting her every thrust with one of his own. Her cries were rising in pitch and he knew she was so close. He grunted and in one swift, fluid movement sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tightly back against him to stop her from moving and rolled them both over so she was face down on the bed with him covering her, his body pressing her into the soft mattress and his cock still deep inside her. She gasped in shock for a moment but just as quickly wriggled around under him, splaying her knees and shifting her hips to enable her to continue to rub her clit as he rested his weight on his forearms and began to really fuck her arse, driving into her as she whimpered and moaned his name. She was now totally lost in the feelings coursing through her body. His cock pumping into her tight arse to the hilt was making her incoherent, it felt as if her whole body was being fucked, he seemed to be pushing into her so deeply, into her stomach, her chest, she almost thought she might feel him in her throat. Her upper body was lying flat on the bed, her legs spread wide by his thighs between them, her wrist trapped under their sweating bodies as her fingers pushed into her soaking pussy so she could still stroke her tingling clit. His chin was resting on her shoulder, his cheek rubbing against the velvet choker. Her face was turned to the side so his mouth was close to hers, his ragged breaths mixing with her panting cries. Her whole body was beginning to tense as her cries rose and he knew she was cumming. He gritted his teeth, the increased friction as her muscles clamped around his thick cock almost painfully making him groan as he felt his balls tighten, so he closed his eyes and sank his teeth into her neck as he let go and came at last. As he spurted into her she began to shake and sob and buck under him, it felt like the burning cum being pumped into her quaking arse was filling her whole being with liquid heat as she shuddered under him and both their bodies were wracked with powerful orgasms. When eventually she became aware of her immediate surroundings again she realised that he was puling out of her and turning over to lie on his back. He was still panting, as was she, and it took the last of her strength to turn towards him and brush a hand over his chest and throat to reach up and touch his face. He kept his eyes closed but smiled as she laid her head on his shoulder, her fingers still caressing his cheek as with one last deep sigh she drifted off to sleep.