6 comments/ 151205 views/ 26 favorites My Birthday Gift By: thecopycat This story is an alternate view on another persons story. In this case it is the view by the brother instead of the sister. The original story was by Hornet. I had just had my 18th birthday and my sister called me up and asked me to stop by her place on Saturday at 8.00 for my birthday gift. I have always thought my sister was beautiful. I had spent years trying to catch her naked when she was changing or showering. I had been mostly unsuccessful in my attempts. Saturday came and I went to her house arriving on time and knocked on the door. My sister opened the door and said "happy birthday little brother." I took off my shoes and my sister started giggling but i just ignored it and we went through to the kitchen chatting. When we got in there I saw a few empty beer cans and asked, "Are you drunk?" "just a bit tipsy," she replied. She seemed a bit different and was talking constantly. She gave me a beer and asked, "Are you ready for your present?" I had no idea what she had got me and said "Sure, but you really didn't have to get me anything. I know things are tight." She then took my hand and led me into the living room and made me sit in a seat in the middle of the room. She walked over to the stereo and turned it on. She seemed a really strange now and I think she was shaking a little. When the music started she began to dance a little and I was really confused as to what was going on now. She was looking at the floor and she looked a bit embarrassed. She began to dance more suggestively and then she moved her fingers to her blouse and undid the top two buttons. She looked so sexy dancing there and I was beginning to get turned on. Then she undid the bottom two buttons of her blouse. Her breasts looked great in the blouse and I was hoping that I would get to see them soon. She then reached down and undid the bottom two buttons on her skirt showing a lot of leg. She continued to undo buttons and soon had just one button on her skirt and one on her blouse remaining. She looked amazing and I just wanted to jump on her then. I couldn't stop watching her. She undid the final button on her top, but held the blouse closed with her hands. Then she let the blouse fall to the floor and I saw that she was wearing a green bikini top underneath. She then took the skirt off revealing matching bikini bottoms. She looked so hot dancing in her bikini. Unfortunately the song finished. I really didn't want this to end so I said "Don't stop, it was just getting good." She said she wanted another beer so she went to get us both one each. When she came back the next song had started so to get her to continue I said "The music's started again." She smiled at me and began to dance again. It seemed even more erotic than before and my cock was rapidly starting to grow. She slowly slid one shoulder strap off her shoulder followed by the other. I had a big boner now and was fidgeting to get comfortable. My sister noticed and looked down at my lap and saw why. I got really embarrassed at this and felt my face going red. She moved her hands down to her waist and pulled her bikini bottoms down slightly. She looked down at the bulge in my lap, then danced over to me and said, "Stand up." I refused as I was embarrassed about being turned on, but she took hold of my hands and pulled me up. She undid the clasp on my shorts and pulled them down, so they fell round my ankles. My boxers did not restrain my cock at all so it was now fully erect. She pushed me down and asked, "Is that better?" "Yeah," I said, "Much better actually." She then bent down in front of me to retrieve my shorts and i had a great view of her amazing cleavage. She pulled my shorts completely off and tossed them across the room. She went back to dancing and undid the clasp on the back of her bikini, but continued to hold it in place with the other arm. I was so desperate to see her tits now. She smiled at me then threw her top at me. I tried to catch it but as I was trying to see her tits I missed it. Unfortunately she was wearing a strapless sheer bra underneath so I couldn't properly see her breasts but I could still see her hard nipples fairly clearly. This was the most that I had seen of her body since she when I used to try to spy on her changing when she lived at home. Another song ended and I begged her not to stop. She continued to dance and her breasts were swaying more freely now and I couldn't take my eyes off them. My penis had now moved through the hole in my boxers and was pointing up with pre-cum all over the tip. She moved her hands all over her body then moved them to the bikini bottoms. She slipped her fingers underneath and in one movement she slid them down and kicked them towards me. They hit me in the face but I did not try to catch them and just let them fall. I looked at her panties and these were also sheer but even more see through than the bra. I could see her neatly trimmed pussy hair underneath easily, almost as if it wasn't covered. She danced about a lot now so I could not see her pussy lips very easily. She them turned around and bent over. I said, "Oh my god." I could see her pussy clearly as where she was wet the panties were completely see through. I had to masturbate looking at this so I pulled my t-shirt over my cock and began stroking it whilst watching her dance. She saw what I was doing and danced over to me, stopping in front of me and shaking her tits in my face. Then she grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. "Hey!" I said. She replied, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander," laughing. She returned to dancing and I had my hand wrapped round my cock not moving. She moved her right hand behind her back to the clasp of her sheer bra. She covered her breasts with her left arm and undid her bra. With her arm still over her breasts she removed her bra and threw it across the room.. She then put one hand over each breast and danced over to me. When she was right in front of me she lowered her hands exposing her perfect breasts to me. She bent in front of me letting them dangle freely. They were the most perfect tits I had ever seen in my life, I just wanted to reach out and grab them. "They're beautiful," I whispered. "Better than I had ever dreamed." She told me to stand up, so I stood slowly not taking my eyes off her hard nipples. My cock was still pointing through the hole in my boxers. She put her hands in the waist band and puller then down, then pushed me back into the chair. She now stared at my cock whilst continuing to dance, with me completely naked in the chair. She then moved her hands down to her sheer panties and slowly started to pull them down whilst swaying to the music. Her neatly trimmed bush slowly came into view, I didn't know where to look, her bouncing breasts and her pussy that was being exposed to me. She then slid the panties right down and kicked them off. She now continued to dance in front of me completely naked. I was so excited about what might be coming. She turned around and bent at the waist and looked back at me from between her legs. This exposed her pussy completely, it looked incredible and I just wanted to stick my penis in it right now. She then stood up and dancing over to me and stopped straddling the chair. Her nipples now were about an inch from my face and I couldn't resist this opportunity so I stuck out my tongue and licked her nipple. She jumped slightly and I sucked her whole nipple into my mouth. She moaned at this and then backed away pulling the nipple out of my mouth, causing the breast to bounce wildly. As she moved away at this I thought it might be the end of the show for me, but she continued dancing in front of me moving her hands over her body. Then she danced back to me and lowered herself onto my knees. I couldn't believe that this was happening with my beautiful sister and reached out and started fondling her tits. Whilst I did this she slid forward and trapped my penis between our bodies. She then leaned back giving me better access to her tits. Whilst doing this she rubbed her pussy up and down the shaft of my cock. This felt so good, and she started to moan. I pulled her forwards and kissed her deeply. She kissed me back with out tongues entwining. She was rubbing herself on my cock faster and faster now and she seemed to be close to cumming. I knew that if I wanted to try to have sex with her this would be the best chance I would ever have. I moved my hands to her waist and lifted her. This caused my penis to line up with the entrance of her pussy. As my penis touched her she broke the kiss but I dropped her before she said anything and she slid down my penis and it went deep inside her. This caused her to continue moaning. "You feel fantastic," I told her. "You don't know how long I've fantasized about this." I began thrusting properly with my cock going deeper each stroke. Her pussy began to contract and I knew she was approaching an orgasm she started saying "Oh my god, oh my god." She hugged me tightly and came bucking wildly on top of me. After this we were still for a few seconds. When she caught her breath she started moving up and down on my cock. She looked straight into my eyes for the first time since we started fucking and said, "Fuck me Tom. Fuck me hard!" I started thrusting into her faster and faster, feeling my own orgasm approaching. I announced, "I'm going to cum. Yessss, I'm fucking my sister and I'm going to fill her with my cum." I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as I thrust deep one last time. I started cumming more powerfully than I ever had before. She kissed me deeply as I continued spurting cum deep inside her. We were both panting as I stopped and she collapsed on me with our arms around each other. After a minute she panted, "Oh, my god, what have I done? I've let my brother fuck me!" She tried to pull away from me but I held her tight with my cock still twitching inside her. "Not yet," I whispered wanting to keep this moment as long as I could. As I was much stronger than her she didn't really have a choice, and gave up just sitting there with my cock still in her pussy. I sucked her tits again, lightly bitting her nipples. My cock began to soften and it slipped out of her pussy. She slid off my lap and knelt on the floor in from of me and asked, "Did you like your present, little brother?" "God yes! It was incredible." She looked me in the eyes and spread my legs, Then she leaned forwards and grasped my cock, licking it with her tongue. She then took my whole soft cock into her mouth licking it clean. I moved my hands to her breasts and began fondling her breasts. She moaned a little and let my cock fall from her mouth and continued licking it. "That feels awesome, you're a great cocksucker." I told her. After about 10 minutes of this I was hard again. She stood up, took my hand and led be to her bedroom. "I want you to fuck me again. I need to feel your hard cock in me now!", she said as we arrived in her bedroom. She pulled me down onto the bed, and I moved on top of her climbing between her legs. I put my cock to the entrance of her pussy and slid it slowly inside. She moaned loudly and I began to fuck her with long slow strokes. She wrapped her legs around me. "Yes, fuck me little brother, I want more of your cum in me. I need you to fill me again." She said. "My god, you're great, I'm going to fill you with cum again. Yes, I'm going to impregnate you!" As I said this I moved my mouth to hers and kissed her passionately as I slowed the pace. Shortly I felt close to cumming so I broke the kiss and really increased the pace of my fucking. "Yes, cum in me, I want to have your baby!" She cried out. She began to buck and cried out, "Oh, my god, I'm cumming." Her orgasm pushed me over the edge and I plunged deep and held myself there, filling her with squirt after squirt of incestuous cum. I continued to lay on top of her, wanting to savor the feeling of having my cock buried deep inside my sister. We began kissing passionately, as my cock began to soften. When it slipped out I rolled over onto my back. My sister roller onto her side with her breast resting on my chest and said, "I hope you enjoyed your birthday present little brother." Then she told me that I had to leave. I protested as I wanted to stay and fuck her all night, but she told me that her boyfriend would be over in 10 minutes. I shot out of bed and went to the living room to get dressed. She entered the living room still naked and watched as I dressed. She walked to the door and kissed me good-bye as I felt her up on last time. As I left I was just hoping that this wouldn't be the last time that I got to have sex with my beautiful sister. My Birthday Gift It was my last summer before I left home for good. Of course, I didn't know that then. I just thought I'd be going off to college and then coming back home for the summers, just like my older sister and her friends did. It never occurred to me that I wouldn't be welcomed back. But, that is a story for a different day. The bad memories are better left alone. It's the good memories I want to concentrate on today, the memory of the day of my birth. "Hey there, birthday girl. What are you doing out here all by yourself?" Laura had let herself into the backyard so many times over the years that Sophie, our large chocolate lab mix, didn't even greet her with more than a slight chuff and a few wags of her tail. As my sister's best friend walked through the privacy fence's gate, the early summer sun lit her up and picked out the reddish highlights in her dark curly mane. It was the late eighties and big hair was in. I would have thought that I wouldn't react much to Laura's unexpected arrival either. After 15 years or more, you'd think that I'd be used to her. But, lately, whenever she walked in, my skin seemed to catch fire while my insides turned to ice. I had to concentrate to be able to talk to her properly. My palms turned sweaty. It didn't make any sense to me, but I found that I kinda liked it. I liked watching her walk into the pool area as well. Her electric blue bikini top was peeking out around the edges of the sparkly beige gossamer tank top she was wearing. Her cut-off denim shorts accentuated the slight swell of her hips. The way the fabrics clung to her twenty year-old curves mesmerized me. Laura was only two years older than me, but what a difference those two years seemed to make. Tearing my gaze away from her gorgeous body, I tried to form a coherent sentence. "Uh, well, I guess I'm alone. I mean, Sophie's here. And you're here now. So, maybe I'm not really alone?" I cringed at the slight squeak in my voice. Did I mention that thinking around Laura was difficult? She smiled at me and it felt like my heart had stopped. Shaking her head, Laura continued her questions. "I mean besides me and Sophie, you silly rabbit. Where's your sister Jennifer at, where's your Mom and Dad?" Laura sat down sideways on the lounger next to mine, her knees almost touching the side of my leg where I had it stretched out as I lay there reading my book. If I moved just a little bit, I could "accidentally" brush her skin with mine. I had already dressed in my swimsuit that morning, anticipating a lazy swim later on, after the sun had warmed up the water in the pool just a little. Of course, I didn't fill out my little black bikini as nicely Laura did her blue one. But, I had caught one or two boys looking my way when I had gone out to the lake with my family a couple of weeks back. Their stares did not excite me the way even a spare glance from Laura could. The thought of touching her skin sent a thrill through me, but it seemed like a bad idea. After all, I'm sure she'd just move away. So, I stayed where I was and pretended to go back to reading my book while throwing off a short answer to her last question. "At work. They're all at work today." "On your birthday? That's not very nice." I snuck a peek around the pages of my book at the slight frown on Laura's face. The sunlight on her face emphasized her naturally rosy cheeks. Or maybe it was just really well done make-up. I was too young at that time to tell the difference. "So, when will Jennifer be back?" Giving up the ruse, I put my book down. It's not like I could concentrate on reading anyway. I was better off concentrating on what my mouth said. "Today's Jennifer's long day, so she's actually at work for the entire day today. She won't be back until this afternoon sometime, just before Mom and Dad get home." "So, you're here by yourself?" I could have sworn we'd just covered that, but I guess my first answer was a little confusing. Luckily, the more I talked to Laura, the easier it got. "Yep, just me and Sophie." The dog raised her head at my mention of her. I thought Sophie might get up, but she just looked at me, waited to see if I said anything more about her, then lowered her head again, going back to her mid-morning snooze. Laura adjusted the way she was sitting on the lounger and her right knee barely grazed the outside of my left thigh. I felt a jolt of electricity spark from where our skin met right down to the very center of me and I had to learn how to breath again. "So, I guess they all forgot that it was your birthday today, huh?" I saw Laura's mouth move, but couldn't wrap my head around her words. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" The small grin that had been teasing up the corners of Laura's perfectly pink lips widened a little and she moved her leg away again. I shivered slightly with the after shocks. But, at least I was able to breath and think again. "I asked if they forgot it was your birthday, Candi." I shook my head, both as an answer and to help clear out the cobwebs. "No, they remembered. It's just that nobody was able to get the day off today." I tried my best to imitate my dad's gruff voice. "'Bills have to be paid, you know.'" Laura chuckled at the familiar line. Encouraged, I plowed ahead. "We're having a little family party here tonight. Uncle John and Aunt Susan are coming around. There'll be cake, and ice cream, and everything. You're welcome to come as well, Laura. I mean, you may as well be family." Laura winked mischievously at me and raised an eyebrow. "I'll have to look at my planner, Candi. I'm a busy girl, ya' know." I couldn't tell if she was serious or not, but there was a twinkle in her eye that made me think it might be a joke. Then that spark melted away and was replaced by a look that was more serious, more intense. The sun was still shining on her face, but I could have sworn that Laura's pupils got larger instead of smaller as I would have expected in the sunlight. The contrast between their darkness and the smoky grey-green of her irises was wonderful to see. "Actually, I was hoping I'd find you alone, Candice. I have a gift for you, but it's not really the sort of thing I can give you with anyone else around." Her eyebrows drew together and she seemed to consider something. Suddenly, Laura stood up and stretched her arms over her head, shaking them out a little as she lowered them back down again. "Hey, do you want to go for a swim?" The sudden switch in topics threw me for a loop. I didn't really want to go swimming yet, not before the water had a chance to warm up more. On the other hand, a good dose of cold water might be just the remedy I needed to get rid of the lingering cobwebs that were left after that brush of her knee on my leg. I was confused on so many levels. Why should a simple touch from someone I'd known virtually my entire life have so much of an affect on me? What could she possibly want to give me that my family couldn't see? Why had she switched the subject so abruptly? To say I was a little naive at eighteen was putting it mildly. I sprung up out of my chair with the speed of youth and pretended that I actually wanted to go in the water. "Sure, I could go for a swim." Hopefully, my false enthusiasm and the goofy smile I plastered on my face were convincing. I guess they must have been, because the next thing I knew, Laura was stripping out of her glittering gossamer top and the blue jeans shorts, revealing her matching electric blue bikini bottoms and the light sprinkling of freckles that the beginnings of her usual summer tan had not yet covered. The sight of so much of her bare skin froze me to the spot I was standing in. Surely my own skin must have been bathed in flames. I just stood there, frozen in place, until Laura broke the spell by yelling at me playfully and splashing water up at me from her position on the steps of the pool. "Come on, slow poke! You're already dressed for the water. You should have been in this pool before I was, Candi!" Oh, yeah. We were going swimming. I'd almost forgotten. Sophie groaned to herself as she begrudgingly got up and moved to the other side of the pool. Apparently, she must have been caught by some of Laura's spray. Either that or we were being too loud for her and were disturbing her slumber. In any case, I'm sure she thought of us as a couple of recalcitrant pups. I managed to move as well and finally made my way over to the steps. Of course, it's hard to get into a pool without getting wet, but I tried to, taking my time as I slowly descended into the pool. Cold water was really not my favorite. But then the notion of trying to impress Laura with my diving skills popped into my head. I should have known better, but once the thought was there, it seemed like a good idea. I went from tiptoeing into the water to trying to run and gracefully dive into the pool. Of course, that didn't work out very well. Instead of doing anything graceful at all, I ended up tripping over my own feet and had to save myself by pretending to have purposefully belly-flopped into the three foot deep water. "Are you okay, Candice?" Laura stood there in the water that just came up to her waist, her hair and top half still dry. She looked both concerned and amused. Coming up out of the water, I shivered and tried to pull my short wet hair behind my ears. Dark brown strands of it kept getting in my eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine, Laura. Just figured I'd jump right in and be done with it." I tried to turn the flop into a joke. "Didn't want you to beat me at getting in over your head." "Oh, I had you beat at that a long time ago, girlfriend!" With that Laura dove in herself, much more artfully than I had done. She came up just a foot or so in front of me, stood up, closed her eyes, and tilted her head backwards, letting the natural force of gravity pull her long, wet hair back away from her face. Laura was close enough that I found myself fascinated by a certain bead of water as it made its way down the side of her neck and then followed the natural curve of her collar bone. From there, the glistening drop slowly trickled down into her cleavage, leaving me staring at Laura's firm, round breasts. The paleness of them contrasted beautifully with the two small wet triangles of electric blue fabric they were encased in. As I watched, I could see Laura's nipples hardening beneath the cold cloth. I think I may have licked my lips, but I'm not really sure. "So, about that birthday gift I have for you, Candice." Oh my God, how long had I been staring? Shaking my head, I forced myself to meet Laura's gaze. The twinkle in her eyes from earlier was back and she was grinning so wide that the dimples she usually tried to hide were actually showing. "Have you ever been kissed, Candice?" The serious look from earlier seemed to be coming back again as well. Laura started walking towards me, her eyes focused on mine, her pupils fully dilated. I went from not being able to form a proper sentence to babbling almost incoherently. The closer she got, the worse I seemed to get. "Um, no, not really. I mean there was this one game of 'spin the bottle' at my friend Jessica's house last winter. She was having a birthday party. I don't think she got the rules right. And anyway, I'm not sure if that counts. It was pecks on the lips mostly. At least my kisses were. So, I don't think that really counts at all. Especially since most of the kisses I had were with other girls. So, um, no. I think the answer is no." By the time I finally finished talking, Laura was mere inches away from me. I could feel the heat radiating off her body. Even after the dunking in the pool, I found myself enveloped in a scent that was uniquely hers; roses and patchouli and a hint of orange blossom. I knew I must be wrong, but it seemed like it was my mouth she was focused on instead of my eyes as I had thought. "So, you're not averse to kissing girls, then?" If I had thought my skin was on fire earlier, then by now it must surely be burning to a crisp. I lost the ability to form words altogether and just shook my head instead. Laura closed the last little bit of distance between us and I suddenly found her face directly in front of my own. Her lips were close enough that I could see the little flecks of glitter that were part of her lip gloss. I know I licked my lips this time. I just couldn't seem to help it. "Happy birthday, Candice." With those words, Laura slid her hands along my chin and up into my wet hair, pulling my own face even closer to hers. Involuntarily, I closed my eyes. And then I felt the most amazing softness as Laura's lips met mine. My Birthday Gift My friends bought me a 30 minute massage for my 23rd birthday. I recently broke up with my boyfriend and was in a depressed mood. My boyfriend hadn't done anything wrong, neither had I. We had just grown apart. I needed some cheering up and my friends thought the massage would help me relieve some stress. I called ahead and booked an appointment for a relaxation massage. It had been years since I had last had a massage. It isn't that I don't appreciate massages, I just am not the kind of girl that spends money on things like that. In college, money is tight so food, clothes and personal items take priority in my life. I jumped in my car and headed across town. I pulled into the parking lot of the "Posh Salon and Masseuse". The letters above the door were large and painted gold. Gold light bulbs surrounded the entrance door. The door itself was tinted so that you could not see inside. Stepping inside, four girls were next to their chairs cutting hair. There was a lot of chatter; the kind of chatter that happens in a salon between women. I stepped up to the front counter and waited to be helped. The counter was painted a dark purple color with matching colored wall behind it. To my left, their were a row of leather chairs for those who were waiting to be helped. I contemplated taking a seat when a tall, well build man walked through a door from the back room. He smiled and looked at me with his deep blue eyes. I felt my knees get weak as I looked at him. His light brown hair had blond highlights. "How can I help you?" the man said in a deep voice. It had been a few weeks since I last had any pleasure. Touching myself just simply did not do anything after having a man for over two years, so to say I was a little horny would be an understatement. I could feel myself getting moist between my legs just staring at this gorgeous man. "How can I help you?" the man repeated. I was so caught up in my own world that I had momentarily forgotten to respond to his question. I felt myself starting to blush in response to my own blond moment. "Oh sorry." I replied. "Hello. I am here for a 30 minute massage." The man smiled at me and asked, "What is your name sweetie?" Sweetie, he called me sweetie! Wow! I felt my knees get weak one more time. I placed my arms on the counter to keep myself from falling down. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled to try and calm myself down before answering him. "My name is Tess." "Welcome Tess. Let me check the schedule." the man said. I wondered, what is this gorgeous creature's name? Having been with my boyfriend the last two years, I didn't pay much attention to other men. Now, I was realizing what I had been missing. It wasn't that my boyfriend was unattractive. He was good looking, but he wasn't gorgeous like this man. "You are up next. Have a seat and I will be with you in a minute." the man said to me. I took a seat and watched him disappear through the door to the back. His dreamy blue eyes and handsome face filled my thoughts as I waited impatiently for my massage. I fidgeted in my seat like a little child and opened a hair styles magazine. I flipped through the pages, not really looking at them until the man reappeared behind the counter. I looked up and smiled in a flirting manner at him. He smiled back at me and melted my insides. I stood up and walked up to the counter and realized he had not even called me up to the counter. My laughter started filling the establishment. I wasn't even sure why I was laughing, but I couldn't stop. "I am ready for you." the man said, extending his right hand. "My name is Francois." He surrounded my tiny hand with his large fingers and shook my hand softly. "Francois?" I heard myself mumble. Why did he have to have such a seductive name? I stopped laughing. My heart was beating so hard inside my chest, I felt like it was going to burst through my chest. It was like I was a junior high girl crushing on a highschooler. "Follow me." Francois said, smiling and turning away from me, heading for the back door. I quickly moved around the counter and rushed to catch up with him. My eyes watched his ass as he led me into the back room. I secretly wished he was going to push me down onto the massage table and take me with all this might. "Undress and then lay down on the table. You can put your clothes on this chair. When you are done, lie on your stomach and put this sheet over you. I will be back in a few minutes." I smiled coyly at him and waited until he left the room. My hands were shaking as I started undressing myself. I placed my shoes under the seat and tucked my socks inside them. My jeans slid down my legs, followed by my panties. I tucked my panties inside my front pocket and neatly folded the jeans twice, placing them on the seat of the chair. Next, I slid my shirt and bra over my head, tucked my bra inside my shirt and placed them neatly on top of my jeans. The room was warm, but I could feel my nipples poking out. In the left corner of the room sat rocks on a warming table. Next to the rocks were two towels with steam rolling off of them. Beside the towels was a counter full of oils. I positioned myself on the massage table and pulled the sheet over my butt, leaving my back exposed. My hands rested on my sides; my head between two soft cushion. I could feel my pussy aching with anticipation as I took several deep breaths and slowly exhaled in an attempt to calm myself. Francois returned to the room and walked around to the towels near my head. I kept my face buried in the cushions as Francois moved over by my side. He placed one of the steaming towels on the back of my neck, then pushed the sheet down a few inches and placed the second towel on the small of my back. The towels felt so good and helped my muscles start to relax, that was until I felt his hands against my skin. The tip of his fingers softly moved up and down the middle of my back, tracing my spine. I took a deep breath and held it in as long as I could. His hands were teasing my senses, making me wet all over again. They slowly moved up and down my skin and slowly worked their way toward my sides. "Does that feel relaxing?" He asked. "Mhm." was all I could say. His fingers moved to my sides and continued moving softly up and down my skin. I felt a little self-conscious when his fingers moved over my love handles. I am not fat, but I do have some love handles. My love handles have been there for as long as I can remember. I wish I could adequately describe the way his hands were making me feel. Wonderful? Magical? Delirious? Perhaps delirious would describe it best. My nerve endings were firing on all cylinders. Each inch of skin he touched responded with sensations of burning fire. I could feel my body starting to sweat. The combination of the warm room, my excitement and his large, warm hands on my skin all contributed to my sweating body. His hands left my body and I felt like screaming in displeasure. I listened intently, hearing his move toward my head. The sound of metal softly clanging against glass rang in my ears. My eyes were closed and I was imagining what he was doing. I could see him opening a small bottle of oil and rubbing the oil in his hands. Francois returned to my side and ran his warm hands all over my back. I was happy to feel his hands return to my body. Cool sensations trailed his hands as they moved along my skin. It was apparent he was now using oils as he massaged my back and the coolness was the air hitting my wet skin. His fingers began massaging my lower shoulders and moved slowly upwards. I could feel the tension in my upper body quickly dissipating. His hands were magical on my body. I felt a twinge inside my pussy. It continued to build and move toward my clit as his hands expertly massaged my shoulders. His hands moved to my neck and caused me to moan softly. I felt embarrassed by my response even though my moan was more a moan of relaxation then of pleasure. My hips started to softly grind against the table as his fingers slid up and down the muscles of my neck. I felt as if I were melting through the table. "You are pretty tense in your neck." Francois said, his sexy voice breaking through the silence. I did not respond, afraid I would moan again if I tried to speak. My silence betrayed me when his fingers moved from behind my ears and slid down the side of my neck causing another moan to escape my lips. This time, it was a little louder. My body was on fire. This massage was going totally different then I imagined it would go. In my mind I imagined this massage would be relaxing, instead, it was relaxing yet exhilarating. I was turned on beyond my wildest dreams. Francois was making me so wet and we weren't even doing anything sexual. Francois moved the towel on my lower back down until it rested on the middle of my ass cheeks. He poured more oil on his hands then started massaging my lower back and the top of my ass. Without thinking about it, my hips ground into the massage table. My clit was now on fire and demanding pressure. My hips rocked forward twice before I heard him say in a soft voice, "Relax." Oh my God! He could tell what I was doing. I felt my face go flush with embarrassment and did my best to relax my lower body. I felt wetness start to drip down my inner thighs as he massaged my ass cheeks. I could feel the sheet resting at the top of my thighs and prayed to God that he could not see my pussy. If he could, he would know how truly aroused he was making my body. His hands were kneading both of my cheeks and I was growing wetter by the second. No matter how much I tried to control my hips, the slowly rocked back and forth with the rhythm of his hands. Each time my hips rolled forward, my clit pressed against the table. I could feel my orgasm starting to build. I was so horny that I did not care when he slid the sheet down until only my ankles were covered. Ten minutes ago, I would have been shy and self-conscious but I was too horny to care. The touch of his hands were all that I desired. His hands moved down to the bottom of my ass cheeks and started massaging the outside of my thighs. I moaned loudly the instant his fingers touched my sensitive thighs; they are an erogenous zone on my body. My moan filled the room; I realize my moan was loud. My brain screamed "Nooooo" when his hands pulled away from my body. He was simply pouring more lotion onto his hands but I didn't care, I needed his touch. I had no doubt he could see my arousal when he separated my legs a little and started massaging my inner thighs. My mind wondered if seeing a woman excited and wet was a common occurrence for him. Surely, it had to be. He was a gorgeous man with wonderful hands that worked magic. My legs slid open wider as his hands massaged my inner thighs. I wanted him to go in further and further, inside my thighs until his fingers were on my sopping wet pussy. I was imagining his finger sliding in and out of me and pushing me to an orgasm then taking me from behind. Despite my wishes, his fingers continued to tease me with soft touches. His fingers were mere inches from my lips, they touched just the right area and I moaned long and hard. I was no longer embarrassed by my moans. I wanted him to know that he was pleasing me and hoped it would entice him to go further. To my dismay, he stayed professional and did not cross the line. My inner walls started to twitch as my climax moved at a painfully slow pace. A bead of sweat ran from the top of my ass cheek in between my legs and sent chills down my body. My body shuddered, causing the tip of his finger to press against my pussy lips. I moaned again then groaned in displeasure when he immediately pulled his hand back. I was on the edge of an orgasm. My hips were pressing against the table as hard as I could in an effort to appease the burning itch from my clit. His fingers returned to my inner thighs and caused me to moan again. My moans seemed to be coming faster and more frequent. My body was dripping with sweat and screaming for more pressure. I was on the edge and needed just a little push. If only he would help me out, I would be grateful to him. His hands pulled away. I groaned. "Don't stop! DON'T STOP!!" I could have pounced on him like a tiger. How could he quit just when I needed his touch the most? Was this his evil plan? I whined and pleaded him to continue. My body was screaming louder than my voice. "Your 30 minutes is up." Francois said with a matter of fact tone. "I would offer you another 30 minutes, but I am afraid I have another client scheduled." Francois put the hot stones along my spine and told me he would give me a minute to finish relaxing before I had to dress. He lit two fragrances and left the room. Tears dripped down my eyes as my body started to pull away from the edge of a climax. The scent of the fragrance was intoxicating; I felt as if I were drunk. The hot stones relaxed my back and felt wonderful. It seemed like just a few seconds when Francois returned to the room. He slid the sheet up to the top of my ass cheeks and slowly removed the hot rocks. I didn't know why, but tears were still pouring from my eyes. "I hope you enjoyed your massage." Francois said in a soft, sweet, deep voice. "I hope you come back to see me again. Perhaps the next time, you will get an hour massage." I turned my head and smiled at him. I wondered why my body was in a dream like state. My eyes, arms and legs felt very heavy. Francois put out the fragrances and said, "You can get dress and pay the lady at the front counter. Thank you for your business." He left the room and I lay motionless for a little while longer, trying to build enough strength to move. I finally slid one leg off the side of the table and scooted off the table. I stood up and froze a moment until my equilibrium stabilized. I dressed, paid the lady at the front counter and left horny as hell. My Birthday Gift I have been long absent from the site and I apologize. My submissive submission today brings me back to my birthday party last year. It had been a difficult year and I won't bore you with details, so some of my closest friends decided that we needed to do it big and get me out. They rented out several rooms in a little cabin just outside of Cherokee. Settling into our rooms, I came out of mine first and met, hands down, the most gorgeous masculine being I had ever seen. I will try to paint the best picture I can for you but I swear I will not be able to do him justice. He was 6'2" at least, several inches taller than me that is for sure. He had shortly cropped blond hair. It had natural curls that forced it to do the bro-fro thing. His face was very defined. Chiseled. Piercing blue eyes. Intense is the best way to describe them. His arms were cut from granite. I could almost lick his washboard abs from across the room. He wasn't your overly muscular body builder type. If I had to describe his overall body tone, I would say Chris Evans or Chris Hemsworth when they buff up for their Marvel roles. Maybe in his late 20's to mid 30's. As his paperwork was getting processed, he looked over at me, nodded then smiled. I smiled back and winked. His smile widened. The attendant coughed to get his attention and I chuckled inside. I still had my touch, I told myself. Contemplating waiting for him to be free to see if he might make his way over to me, I waited too long for the magic to happen because a group of men and women made their way over to him. Apparently he wasn't here alone. I had just enough time to feel the sudden pang of disappointment as my friends came through and literally pulled me with them to begin a day of adventure. Oh boy? We found ourselves at the Museum of the Cherokee Indian. What can I say? Living near DC for so long, I grew to love museums. Fate would place that young hunk before me again. He actually whistled at me and I waved. He strode over and introduced himself. His name was Chris. I won't go into what he did for a living, but turns out he was in Cherokee for his friend's wedding. The entire group he was with were either old college buddies or work colleagues as they all stayed close after graduation. As the afternoon progressed, our two groups merged into one. We ended up at the casino, blew a lot of cash. Had a blast and as the sun set, we returned to the lodge for dinner. I should have known that at dinner, my friends had planned a birthday party. Chris and his friends were invited to dinner for some good food and conversation. The day had seen both Chris and I spending a lot of time together. We flirted heavily. Shared stories. He was surprised I was as old as I was. Flattery and that body were gonna get him anywhere with me. He fed me my birthday cake and even took a lathering of it on his finger and I sucked it off. He smiled and made a remark about having a masterful tongue. I playfully told him he had no idea. He responded he would like to find out. I laughed and touched his muscular arm, Pulling him to dance, as the song playing was slow. More tailored for the engaged couple, but took advantage to get him near me. I felt the pang of want shoot straight to my clit. I had no idea where this night was going but I hoped I could have him by the time the clock hit midnight. So he pulled me closer. The crevices and swells of our bodies melted together perfectly, I felt every one of his muscles tighten with need. My pillowy breasts laid on his chest and my slightly curved belly warm against his and unashamedly my hips filled his hands. He had told me that there was something about me that flipped on every switch in his body and now that he had me close, desire exploded within him and he wanted to strip me bare, taste every inch of my skin, and lay his scent on me to make my body his. Across the room, his friend emerged from the bathroom, grabbed another bottle of beer and watched us with a glassy, puzzled stare before heading off to talk to his fiance. Guess they had left the floor after the Journey song ended. I cursed him in my mind, for a moment. Shame on him for interrupting my concentration on this Adonis before me. I shivered as I ran my hands up his arms, then clasped then together behind his neck. I'd love to please you, he told me as he bent and nuzzled against my throat. His voice sent chills of plenty to my ear. I swear he could have felt my nipples harden at that instant. If he were a betting man, he would have been right that I was wet with growing agitation. His need pressed against me, I could almost feel it tightening his balls. He proved my thoughts right when he forced back his impatience and I marveled in his restraint. I circled my hips against him. A rush of tingles spiked down his flesh and I felt his cock pulse against me. I stared at him, my glare singing with challenge. Calling me a vixen, he told me he wasn't always the easiest man to get along with. I laughed, deep and heartily and placed a finger over his lip. "All I need from you," I trailed my finger down his throat and over his chest until I reached the buckle of his jeans, "is the equipment you have hidden here." He grinned and told me that he liked the way I think as he swayed against me, palming my nape and brushed his lips over my cheeks... all the way to my ear. I sighed and slipped my hand under his t-shirt and scratched my nails down his back. The effect it had on him was like lightning. He was growing more impatient with every growing second. Whispering his lips across my neck, he was trying to tease me. I gasped and tilted my head back, exposing the graceful arch of my throat to him. I gave him this small sign of surrender in hopes that everyone could see his cock tightening and throbbing for me. I purred contently as he thrust his erection directly against me. I went completely lifeless as I felt it push against me. My lips parted as I moaned my delight. I am going to fuck you now, he exclaimed. I met his stare and with every ounce of daring I had in my body told him that it was nice that he had plans but shouldn't be wondering what mine were? I pressed my mouth over his, kissing him. My pouty lips molding into his, incredibly soft yet demanding. A hard brush of flesh. I eased back, a tease, leaving a hint of my flavor to intoxicate him more. I sensed the fire raging within him, the heat of his flesh and he grabbed me tighter. Rising on my tiptoes I feathered my mouth over his again. Grabbing his arms, I deepened the kiss, my tongue darting, fleeting, flitting, and elusive. I hoped I tasted of cherries, a hint of liquor, and pure sin. When I broke away, he looked up. He cast a glance to his friend who was scowling and everyone else who was smiling from ear to ear. Dancing me further away from them all, closer to the windows he thrust both hands into the long, dark hair twisting down my back and tugged gently until my neck arched for him. "You're playing games with me, aren't you?" A confident, sexual smile curled my lips, "What gave it away?" He stared right into my eyes and took in the pulse beating at my neck. Taking control, he unleashed the force of his kiss on me, past my lips, into my cherry-liquor mouth, and tangled his tongue with mine in a sensuous dance. He demanded. Took. He was smart enough to take the clues I gave him, all those little gasps and shivers that told him what I wanted. Then he delivered that pleasure. Still eating at my mouth, he grabbed my wrists and clasped them together with one unyielding hand at the small of my back. He bracketed my thighs with his own and pressed against me. Urging me back to the wall, he held me completely immobile. I gasped my pleasure and surprise. It was on now. His body shook with the undeniable need to strip me bare, fuck me senseless, and master my body like none before. Quite a tall order, if he only knew, as a dozen sexy images flooded my mind of the things I wanted him to do to me. I was becoming as intoxicated with want as I had been with alcohol. I wiggled one hand free and slipped it between us, down and under his clothing. My fingers instinctively knew where to go and I wrapped them around his cock. Then I gripped him firmly. He gritted his teeth, swallowed back a hiss and shoved my hand behind my back once more. His voice vibrated within my soul as he pursed his lips against my ear, "I want you alone. Now." What more can a man say to inspire a woman's dramatic exit, right? Probably not a lot more but then again, have I ever played fair? My friends had rotten timing. Our sexual exploration would have to wait as my friends pulled me away to dance with them. Tonight would be filled with good music, plenty of drinks, and a gorgeous man sitting at the edge of it all with a look of hunger and possession on his face. My body swooned and I set in to really celebrate and let so much of the past few months disappear. I chatted, danced, drank, and ached with the knowledge of what was to come. As with all things, the music eventually faded. The food and drink were all gone. Worse, the cake was decimated. The revelers had gone back to their rooms or set back out into the streets of Cherokee to gamble and cause trouble. Well, nearly everyone. As I took stock of my gifts, the scraps of cake left, and the last bit of wine in the bottle I felt a presence near me. Chris stood very close behind me. His hand slung onto my hip. His body heat permeated my sweater and black skirt all the while his stiff cock pressed into my ass. Everything about his stance screamed possession. Of need. Since our dance, I had found it difficult to focus on anything other than him, that hard body and finding out just how capable he was. Hell, from the moment I had seen him, he made my insides tremble. He was intense. Nearly crossed a line into forceful as I remember him pushing me back against the wall as we danced. He had been waiting for everyone to leave so that he could fuck me. I giggled at his boldness. It tickled my pussy. I took a few steps down the hall to my bedroom and simply told him I was game. Rolling up to me like a quiet storm, he might have looked cool but I saw the fire in his eyes. He bounced me to the room like a pinball, his hot palm at my back. I bit my lip as I cast my gaze at him. My breathing hitched as he sent me a slow smile that dripped sex. I was looking forward to him. I knew he couldn't wait as well. Inside the bedroom, against the light of the autumn moon, I drew the flimsy drapes and Chris took my cue and lit the candle on the wall. My clit throbbed as he told me to come to him. His voice vibrated inside of me and I quivered as every syllable crashed through my system, I reached for him and folded my palm into his hand. With my other, I pushed my red pink sweater up a bit, then guided his hand right over my breast. Even through the lace of my cups, his touch was electric. His fingers scorched my flesh and I couldn't stifle the sharp gasp of air as I melted against him. Chris cupped my breast, testing its weight, thumbing my nipple through the lace. My head fell back on his shoulder and my gasp had become a full throated moan. He kissed his way across my shoulder, one hand cradling my hip. I barely had time to process how good his touched felt before he smoothed his palm up my waist and swept it across my back then pushed the sweater over my head and threw it at the door. Caressing my shoulders, then lower, before he eased the bra from my body. My breasts hung heavy, aching, my nipples tight and sensitive. His palms were beneath them, lifting, thumbing, creating a new scattering of tingles every where his touch went. The ache between my legs had been a dull throb since our dance, but now? It had become a needy, demanding want that was made worse as Chris pinched my nipples. I was panting. Wet. On edge. As I looked into his eyes, I could see the same desire manifesting itself like a wild animal about to turn on its owner. "Does your dick ache?" I asked through panted breaths. You have no idea, he responded. I felt him smile against my neck just as he raked his thumbs across my nipples again. He had grabbed my wrist and led it behind me, right over his cock. He was hard and I knew his length from our dance earlier and my breath was stolen as I felt it throb against my touch. My stomach tightened and rolled. I moaned his name. Off with the skirt, he demanded against the back of my neck. I nearly protested when he nudged my hand from his cock, but he set to work on my zipper. The light rasp of little teeth filled the room, along with the sound of my erratic breathing. With a little tap on each leg, Chris prompted me to step out of the skirt. "Lets get you out of your panties too," he whispered against my ear as he felt his way across my hip. His fingers crept slowly, ever closer to the juncture of my thighs. My knees went weak. God, how I wanted him to touch me. He didn't. I'm waiting he told me. His fingers hovered a fraction of inch above my mound, the heat from his flesh burned me and the absence of his caress was killing me. "Me, too." I pressed my hips forward, but he evaded me giving the promise of a touch but never delivering. Anticipation pinged through me like a live wire as his hovering hand teased me while his hips ground between the cheeks of my ass, forcing me to feel the heat of his cock. I whimpered against his touch. God how I was enjoying this. Enjoying him. Please I begged. Finally he dipped his fingers under the elastic of my panties and brushed his fingers over my clit. My breath stopped, literally, and my heart drummed madly as he rubbed a teasing circle at the top of my pussy, right where I needed him but not hard enough to send me over the edge. My clit swelled. It pulsed. I sucked in a hard breath as the ache pierced my belly. His fingers feathered over my clit, again and again. The warning bells began to go off in my head, even as I melted against him. The sensation washed over me like hot rain. I looked for an anchor in the midst of the storm and I reached for him, clung to this thigh as my back back tightened against his chest. This was insane. His touch, his possession on the hard, swollen nub as he delved deeper into me was blinding, magical, and as damn necessary as my next breath. My flesh tingled. Then burned. Orgasm was right there. THERE. The only thing between it and me were his fingers, I gritted my teeth against the building explosion within me and I shivered again. Before I came, he lifted me, cradling me in his arms. Shock tumbled through me. He raised me as my lips rose to his. Before I could hardly argue, he kissed me and I linked my hands around his neck, clinging on to dear life. Soon I felt the cool sheets of the bed on my back. No sooner had I wondered why he wouldn't let me cum, I felt the bed dip at my feet. Two warm hands clutched my panties and dragged them down my legs. His fingers curled around my ankles and urged them to part. My stomach tightened and I offered no resistance as he crawled between my thighs and breathed over my slick folds. His thumbs brushed my clit and I sucked in as much air as my lungs would allow and I fisted the sheets. Chris dragged two fingers through my slick valley and then pressed them deep within me. Instantly he found that magically sensitive spot and rubbed. Arousal mule kicked me in the gut. I gushed. Cried. Spread my legs wider. Lifted my hips. Silently pleaded for more. Settling his tongue over my clit, he lathered it slow and sweet, like he had all night to do it. I lost my voice and could only whimper as pleasure bombarded me. The need within went from ache to desperation. His talented lips wrapped around my little bundle of raw nerves and pulled it into the heat of his mouth. His touch seemed an unending wave of pleasure. He toyed and explored, wringing gasps and whimpers from me, driving me up higher but always kept my orgasm just beyond reach. I don't know what words escaped my lips at that moment, but I raised my hips. He hesitated for only a moment and my breath caught. His palm caressed my breast, the curve of my waist, before settling inside my thigh. I couldn't arch any closer to him. His fingers tightened on my thighs as his lips left me. He pried my thighs apart a bit wider then wriggled down my body. His mouth loomed closer to the ache I desperately needed him to sate and I moaned his name. Honey, he whispered against my thigh. The way he said it made me shiver and as he trailed his fingers through my very wet pussy, my knees instinctively went limp and my thighs widened for him. Before I knew it, he slid those strong, still slick fingers inside me, his thumb grazing my clit just before his mouth took over. It was glorious. Slowly, Chris sucked on me. It so gentle, it was more a tease than anything else and I loved it. This man oozed confidence and was very knowledgeable about how to please a woman. As he pressed firm fingers to my spot, I arched into him; silently pleading for him to end this torment and give me the freedom so long denied me. His licks made me dizzy and it sent me reeling. He was good at this. Really good. Whenever I tightened or gasped, he did more of whatever it was that had provoked the response. What drives me crazy in desire, even right now as I write this, he found unpredictable ways to make it even better. A light scrape of fingernails into the overly excitable nerves in my channel, teeth grazing tenderly at my my clit, and sliding the pad of his thumb through my slick flesh. Downward he moved until he pressed in at my back entrance. Yes, I exclaimed as he clenched my inner thigh. Deeper and deeper he eased his thumb into my backside, parting my flesh in a sharp sting of pleasure that made me gasp. "I take it you enjoy this?" I gave him a shaky nod as I closed my eyes. One hand pulled at the sheets and the other began to touch my breasts. That pleasure wasn't enough so I took a nipple between two fingers before proceeding to squeeze and pull at it. It hurt and felt so damn good at the same time. Satisfied with my response, he settled his mouth back over my clit and ragged his fingers relentlessly over the responsive spot inside me and swiveled his thumb inside my depths. Chris was blowing my mind in a way that I hadn't experienced in a long time. My heart pounded. It galloped so hard and long, I couldn't hear anything but its roar. My moans echoed in my ears. My fingernails dug into my palms as the sheer bliss he gave me rushed through me like a violent storm. It was going to drown me but I couldn't stop wanting it, needing it, and crying out for it. I felt like I was going to pass out; realizing it was because I been breathing for some time. For fuck sake, I was in such dire need that something as simple as breathing had been lost. Pressure tightened and burned under his fingers; multiplying exponentially with each passing moment and it rocked me to my soul until I felt as if my body would burst. My back arched. Hips lifted. I screamed his name as the spirit-bending force of my orgasm was finally freed from its shackles. My vision became awash with sparkling stars as ecstasy crashed over me. His unrelenting focus on me... his every touch, the flick of his tongue... drove me deeper into an abyss of a pleasure overwhelming and long denied to me. Finally, my breathing evened and my heartbeat slowed. Only then did Chris rise from the bed. Before I could stop myself, I whimpered at his loss. He stood and admired his work. The reddening flush of my cheeks, my swollen nipples, and my drenched pussy. I was satisfied; I know my heavily lidded eyes betrayed my state. My Birthday Gift His blue stare pierced my soul with an intensity that made me hearken back to a more innocent time. A lover from the past... I closed my eyes and relived those months of heated passion in a single moment. I smiled and couldn't help but touch myself despite my exhaustion. I didn't see him move. Bracing a hand over my thigh, he fixed his gaze to the heavy curves of my breasts. Moving his weight to his knees, he clasped my wrists and imprisoned them above my head gently... but with firm intent. He reached for the button of his jeans, slid the zipper down, toed off his boots, and then wiggled his jeans and boxers down in a thick pile. I got my first glimpse of him naked. "Fuck me sideways". The words escaped from my mouth before I could stop them. There was no other way to describe Chris other than gorgeous. Every inch of him was solid, hard, imposing. Perfect. And big. Everywhere. I swallowed. "Glad you approve." he smirked, before telling me that we was going to make this good for me. If what he had done to me before wasn't good, then I knew I was in for a wild night. He slid back into the bed, over my body, while balancing most of his weight on his knees and elbows. He settled between my thighs, chest to chest, belly to belly; our lips inches apart. Chris was the only thing I could see. His stare ate into my soul. He had yet to make a move to be inside me but I was already breathless. Overwhelmed. With a dip of his head, he covered my mouth. A firm pressing of the lips it had a gentle demand. I opened up to him and Chris sunk in with a moan that lit me up and sizzled my body all the way to my toes. His tongue curled around mine and held me a willing captive to his seduction. Just as I opened wider, he edged away, nippled at my lip and drizzled kisses down my neck so sweetly that I moaned my contentment and shuddered while in the next moment I clung to him and arched. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my lip. A mix of thrill and foreboding zipped through me. I shivered once more. Chris eased down my body and latched onto my nipples. I gasped. They'd always been sensitive but words escape to describe the intensity he made me feel. He nipped, sucked, licked, scraped, and lathered them until I threaded my hands over his head. I was frustrated that his hair was too short to grab into my fists, I wailed in both anger and pleasure. He didn't stop but worked his palms further down my body as his mouth worshiped my nipple then the other, over and over. The ache between my legs ramped up again. I arched towards him as more moisture seemed from my core. I knew he recognized my predicament. He had to. He did. And he ignored it. He continued his single-minded, voracious devouring of my nipples. They swelled, turned tingly sore, and felt so damn hard that it was a pleasure in itself. Still, Chris didn't let up. Didn't veer from his mission. With every fucking lick and nuzzle I fell more under his seductive spell. Damn, I called out to him. I clamped onto his bulging bicep and dug my nails into his skin. The intensity was unbearable. Yet I wanted more. He shuddered and sucked harder, he lapped at my stiff points, taking turns making them even more sensitive. I was very aware of the heat of his entire body around me. He told me that he wasn't going to be able to get enough and that my breasts were incredible. I had never had any complaints before, so I wasn't going to disagree. I bowed my back to offer him my body, my nipple settling deeper into his mouth. I could feel Chris smile against my skin and he cradled my mound in his hand, thumbing its side in a slow stroke. Then he bit down tenderly on the rigid tip. My arousal surged and I was so damn close to the edge. I panted as lightning pulsed between my legs, leaving me on the edge of orgasm. He did his best to prolong that release. He pressed, retreated, pushed, and fled; tempting me until I had no avenue of escape. There was nothing more I could do than beg with my body, give myself to his advances, and sing with praise with incoherent words. Lips parted, my breath held, and I waited for Chris to suck my nipple into his mouth again. He didn't. Instead, I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. His eyes gleaming at me like a sadistic predator about to move in for the kill. Apprehension and excitement fought for control of my body and the result of that battle jammed my breath firm in my throat. No matter how much I wanted this. Needed this. I couldn't lie back and let him call all the shots. Swallowing down my need, I reached out for him, wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. His entire body jolted as if he'd been shocked. That surprise jolted me as well. He was so big and alive in my hand. Full of life. Pulsing. Velvety hard. Addictive. Chris gritted his teeth. His shoulders tensed, fists clenched. I had put him on the edge and the thrill of that thought made me shiver. The problem was that driving him to the brink was placing me closer to the ledge of the cliff myself. He said my name in a slow, drawl through gritted teeth. My turn, I answered as I stroked my hand up and down his long shaft, a thumb brushing the slightly slick tip before cascading down the sensitive underside. His strong, chiseled facial features churned as if trying to speak were beyond him. I smiled. I had taken back some measure of control. I sat up and purred against his chest. I slid my free hand under his testicles; cupping, rubbing, and gently kneading them. I had gotten his attention, especially when I spread kisses across his collarbones, down his pectorals. He tensed. I tongued his nipple to turn up the heat. In my hand, his cock stiffened more along with his whole body. A singular word escaped his almost trembling lips. Fuck. I gave him a throaty laugh and pumped him faster. I licked his nipple, reveling in sweet victory as I found immense pleasure in torturing him as he had done to me. This was short lived. Chris grabbed my wrist and thrust it away from his cock, then took in a deep breath to steady himself. He threaded fingers into my hair and wrapped the thick strands into his fist, tugging just hard enough to snap my head back and force me to take in his heavy stare. It was nothing short of intense fury and hunger. He reached to the floor and grabbed something that had disappeared into his hand. A moment later, he ripped open the small foil packet with his teeth. Single-handedly, he rolled the condom on, starting at the angry tip of his cock and rolled it on all the way down to it's tree trunk-like root surrounded by dark hair. Anxiety was eating at me now. It was tightening in my stomach. I wanted him inside me but wanted to know how far he would push me down the rabbit hole before he was done. I wanted him to stretch me, thrusting deep and stroking slow to bring us both mind-numbing pleasure. With an animalistic growl, he pushed me on my back. I bounced against the mattress and on the rebound he was on me, sliding against my wet folds, his lips at my ear; teeth pulling down on my lobe. I lost my mind when he began to penetrate me, scrapping along every one of the throbbing nerve endings with a molasses-like slow stroke in, designed to obliterate me. My body acted on instinct as my hips lifted greedily to him. I threw my arms around his neck and bit my lip to stifle the moan he had caused. I trailed kisses along his shoulder, nipping at its bulging cap and dragged my nails hard down his back. He responded by taking a fist of my hair as I tightened my fingers on his shoulder blades and dug deep. As he pushed his way in, entirely, I gasped in both shock and excitement. Once there, he swiveled; rotating and flexing his hips as he caught every single itch that wanted, begged to be scratched. These sensitive spots were now connected like a series of matches and as each one was touched, it ignited the others. Unable to stop myself, my nails dug harder. He tossed his head back with a groan that I felt all the way to my pussy. Biting the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder joined, he nipped my lobe again and his kissed his way to my mouth and simply devoured me. My mind railed against it, my body unfurled to him. My numb lips parted to taste him again, my back arched up to invite him closer and my legs spread wider to welcome him deeper. He took every unspoken invitation and cemented the connection of our mouths until I knew his taste. At least until he flexed his hips and my nails racked across his back which forced him to grip my hips and grind me harder. Faster. Chris was everywhere. He was all I could see. All I could smell. And he was the only flavor on my tongue. As he tunneled into my depths, filling my emptiness to his hilt, he became every sensation I felt. He was a force of fucking nature. Completely. Utterly, he overwhelmed me. With a hot palm, he caressed my face, his lips pressing with finesse and demand. I opened to him and he captured my mouth. I threw myself totally into the kiss and meeting each spine melting stroke into my aching pussy. I panted his name as I felt his body tense. Somehow his cock got harder. Need tore its way through me until he hit that little spot, again and again with the tip of his cock and my body reacted the only way it knew how. Faster, I demanded, my voice dry and low. His pace didn't change. He continued to slide his way in, angled against my spot to guarantee my reeling to his assault. I bucked under him, doing my best to take him deeper. Faster. Harder. I was breathing fire, my heart pumping lava. My clit was an inferno about to burst, threatening to scar my flesh with burns. The head of that magnificent cock kept hitting my spot, again and again, so damn relentless in his pursuit of me. The storm inside my body was now threatening to kill me. I clamped down on him, desperate for some type of anchor but the friction only grew as he fought against my body, my will, with every plunge. I gasped as my world spun out of control. I stared into his eyes. My gaze must have spoken to him of my unworldly need. My silent struggle for life itself. Turning on his jets, his thrusts became a rapid rush of deep fire within me. I tightened, my nerves jolted, and I bucked uncontrollably. The pleasure he gave me multiplied as zipping fire engulfed me. I clawed, screamed, and kicked at him. Yes still orgasm was beyond my reach. I panted in desperation. Dug my nails into him as hard as I could. I had no composure left. He remained vigilant and hammered into me, his shoulders flexed and his face wore a look of concentration I had not seen in the fiercest of athletes. Pleasure pummeled me. A tingle became a shiver, deepening the unrelenting ache between my legs. His ruthless attack on me caused a chain reaction in my body. It had built to this point and was now taking on a life of its own. Now, when the need for release had swallowed me whole, I was drowning and unable to get to the surface. I shook my head and whimpered. I throbbed everywhere. Please, I cried. Not for him but for my body. I couldn't take the pressure anymore. At that exact moment, as if my body needed that last stroke and that verbal permission, the binding restraints to my pleasure finally sprang free. I screamed out as my entire body clenched with unrivaled pleasure. An eternity of need was now rushing to the surface; all of it fighting at the same time. As my climax exploded, it fractured my body, but made his body tense. His broad hands clutched my hips and kept me suspended and unable to let the tidal waves of pleasure reach the shore naturally. He shuttled deep and emptied himself into me. The wrenching pleasure was too much and forced me to cry out. I was left breathless. Gasping for air and I had no voice to speak of my need for that most precious of life-giving things. I don't know how long I fought against his persistent hold, but the moment that the orgasm slowed and emptied my body of tension, I was left with nothing but him. His hungry gaze. His scent. The touch of his muscular frame. The very fiber of my being had been ripped apart. I was vulnerable. Spent. Unable to process anything but the simplest function that I could. No doubt a caveman could have processed information better than I could at that moment. My body was raw. I had fallen off the cliff and somehow landed ok. Not in one piece but I was alive. Chris withdrew from me and placed a hand on my cheek. He stroked it softly and lovingly. Placing a kiss on my forehead, he shifted and began to leave the bed. I reached out to him, clenched his hand in mine and pulled him back. Sunlight slanted across my face like an ax. I grimaced and flung a hand over my eyes, squinting against the bright pain of that arrogant orb in the sky. With a satisfied groan, I rolled over and encountered a solid chest, a heavy thigh draped over my own. My eyes focused. There he was. Hard. Undeniably male. Dangerous. Asleep. He was as delicious this morning as he had been last night. I looked at his wrists, the rope from the curtain I had used to bind his hands to the bedpost were still firmly knotted to him. That was going to leave a bruise. Speaking of bruises, I looked at his chest and neck. My bite had left its mark. In several places. Down his thigh, I could see his still swollen cock, red and purple from where I had both sucked and teethed him dry countless times over the night-time hours. When I moved closer to him, my body ached and I felt the swollen lip of my pussy brush against the bed and it sent a chill of intense pain and pleasure through me. No doubt the result of his constant and hungry attentions to my pussy throughout the night. I ran my hand softly over his chest, teasing a lazy circle over his nipple and down the happy trail. My eyes caught sight of those abs. You know the ones that some guys have that make us crazy? I dipped lower and barely touched the head of his cock. It shifted and responded to my touch. I took his length into my hand and his eyes darted open. Our eyes met. His blue eyes sharpened and his pupils narrowed. I was wholly prepared now for what was to come next.