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Surprises

By: StealingLight



"Be safe," the Westerner told his wife, pulling her into his arms to hold her tightly one last time before she left. "And have fun."

"I know I will," Keishou answered, lifting her head off his chest to give him a deep, passionate kiss. They stayed motionless for several moments, lips pressed together, as if committing the sensation to memory. It was the first time Keishou had left for any length of time, and both were feeling the sense of loss already.

"I love you," he told her, finally breaking the kiss and squeezing her hand. 

"I love you, too," she answered, and couldn't resist one last, quick kiss, reaching down to grope him and give him a taste of what was sure to come the night she returned. He grinned, doing the same for her before she turned and headed for their truck.

He shook his head, smiling and waving as his wife left. She was going into Tremain for the weekend, to spend some time with friends, and get in a lot of shopping. In the meantime, he was stuck with his two eighteen-year-old daughters, Nariko and Kaida. This was going to be an interesting weekend.

The two girls were still asleep, having gotten up for a sleepy goodbye before going back to bed. He went into the kitchen, fixing himself a bowl of cereal and sitting down at the kitchen table with the newspaper. He'd only finished half of the front page before Kaida flounced in, plopping herself down at the table and asking, "What's for breakfast?"

"Whatever you can find," he grunted. "Keishou's not here to make it for you, so you'll be on your own for breakfast."

"Oh." After much slamming of cupboards and rummaging in the refrigerator, Kaida finally settled on some fruit, noisily slicing up some bananas and oranges before sitting back down again. The Westerner looked at her over his newspaper to see that she'd loosely tied a thin robe around her, offering him a clear view of her breasts as she leaned over to pour herself some juice. Quickly, he turned back to his newspaper; he couldn't believe he'd even looked down his daughter's robe. He didn't catch Kaida's sly grin as she began eating.

The day passed slowly, as Nariko finally got up sometime around noon and the girls found their own diversions. Nariko had dressed far more modestly, in jeans and a t-shirt, but Kaida didn't get out of her robe all day. She also clung close to the Westerner, still doing things with her sister but leaning over close to speak to him and hugging him constantly.

He didn't concern himself with it too much, deciding she was just missing her mother, and becoming clingy as a result. He obligingly watched the two as they sparred in the front yard, as he tended to his garden. Although they had a clearing they often went to, for its privacy and its relatively flat ground that was perfect for practicing new moves and their inherent white magic, they didn't go out of the Westerner's view all day.

"Don't you feel silly in that robe, Kaida?" Nariko finally asked that night at dinner. She smiled sweetly at her sister, who glared a little back at her.

"No," Kaida answered. "It's comfortable."

"But a little revealing," the Westerner said, glancing over at her crossed legs. Her robe just barely came to her knees, and revealed her long, shapely legs.

"So? I'm with family," she replied. "Heck, if I wanted to take it off, neither of you would care, right?"

The Westerner looked at her, pondering her mental state. "Kaida, it wouldn't be right for you to be naked at the dinner table. Not in front of your father and sister."

"But you're my family. You shouldn't care. And Nariko's body is exactly the same as mine; she shouldn't care, either."

The Westerner sighed and turned back to his food, deciding to ignore his voyeuristic daughter for the moment. He had to admit, though, no matter how much he tried to push the thought out of his mind, the idea of his daughter naked was alluring.

"Kaida!" Nariko suddenly yelped, and the Westerner turned to see the very sight he'd just been imagining, revealed. His daughter had slipped off her thin silk robe and was sitting in the chair completely naked, her lithe and slightly muscular body proving how dedicated she was to swordfighting. Her petite breasts looked enticing, but the Westerner didn't let himself look below her waist.

"Kaida, put your robe on right now," the Westerner told her, shifting a little uncomfortably as he felt his traitor of a cock begin to grow.

"But why?" she pouted as she obligingly slid it on again, a teasing pout. "It's more comfortable."

"It's not right," Nariko answered for her father. The rest of the meal passed in uncomfortable silence, and when the girls went to bed, the Westerner could hear the muffled sounds of an argument through the thin walls of the small cabin. He shook his head, wondering what had gotten into Kaida lately, and why she'd felt such an urge to show off her body. He supposed it was just hormones acting up, but he thought he'd taught her a better sense of propriety than that.

When he went into bed that night, the sheets cold and the bed far too empty, he instinctively reached down to relieve some of the tension he'd been feeling ever since Keishou had copped a quick feel before she left. As his hand found his cock and he slowly began to stroke it, he closed his eyes and began to fantasize. Keishou materialized in his mind, her nude, beautiful body stretched out on the bed, barely covered by a sheet that she tantalizingly slid off, revealing her perfect, petite frame. In his mind's eye, he leaned down, slowly beginning to tease her with his tongue as he pleasured her nipples, then her clitoris, the taste and smell of her, as always, intoxicating.

He imagined sliding his meat deep inside her, taking hold of her body and letting her warmth and wetness surround him as he slid in and out of her, her breaths becoming shallower and quicker as he made love to his wife. Oh, how he wanted to do that right now... his hand was a poor substitute. In his fantasies, he pounded into Keishou until she was screaming out in ecstasy, her body writhing beneath him, gasping as his seed flowed into her. 

Exhausted and sated, the Westerner finally nodded off to sleep, his mind still filled with the memory of his lovely wife's body.

The next morning, he was relieved to see that whatever silly notions had taken over his daughter the previous day were no longer there. Kaida was dressed sexily, but modestly in shorts and a tight tank top, showing off the curves and lines of her body that the Westerner was finding himself uncomfortably entranced by. 

Nariko announced that she was going to the clearing to practice her magic, but Kaida elected to stay inside, complaining of a headache and aching muscles from all the practice they'd had yesterday. With a nod, and a kiss on her father's cheek, Nariko disappeared into the woods.

"Did you have anything planned for today, Daddy?" Kaida asked, opening the refrigerator and leaning down to get a soda. The Westerner stared at the curve of her ass and her shapely thighs before responding negatively. "Well then, maybe you and I can do some stuff," she said brightly. 

"Uh, sure, like what?" he asked, folding up his newspaper.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm sure we can find something to occupy ourselves."

Not comfortable with the direction the conversation was heading, the Westerner stood. "Maybe after I take a shower, okay, Kaida?"

"Okay, Daddy." Kaida smiled, taking the newspaper and beginning to read as her father nervously left the room. He stripped in his bedroom after closing the door, his clothes landing in a heap on the middle of the bedroom floor as he went to the bathroom and turned on the hot shower. What I really need is a cold shower, he thought, nonetheless reaching for the soap and forcing everything that had happened in the past day out of his mind.

A few minutes later, he stepped out, dripping wet, and pulled on his jeans. He decided to leave his shirt off, something he often did around the house. He mostly did it for Keishou, who loved to reach over and stroke his still-muscular chest or even tweak his nipples when no one was around, but today, he just felt like going shirtless.

Kaida was stretched out on the couch reading a magazine when he came out, so he joined her, sitting on the other couch and flipping through a rather boring entertainment rag. He noticed, but didn't comment on, his daughter moving to his couch and stretching out, her feet resting on his lap as she laid on her back. 

"Daddy, can I talk to you about something?" she finally asked, setting the magazine aside.

The Westerner did the same. "Of course. What is it?"

"I'm eighteen years old," she said, pausing for dramatic effect, "and I've never been kissed."

"So?" her father asked, a smile playing on his lips. "You just haven't found the right guy yet."

"That's just it. I haven't found any guy. Nobody that's not gross or doesn't want to just use me, that is." Kaida sighed, sitting up. "I want to be kissed. Lovingly. I want somebody who loves me to do it."

"Then I'm sure you'll find someone," he answered, patting her knee reassuringly. 

"But I think I already did." With a smile, not letting the Westerner react, Kaida leaned over and kissed him deeply, far more passionately than a daughter should kiss her father.

He pulled back instinctively. "Kaida! I'm your father!"

"But you love me, don't you?" she asked, pouting from their broken kiss.

"Of course I do, but paternally, not romantically. You're my daughter, and I can't kiss you like that."

"Sure you can. You can do a lot more with me, too," she said, her eyes pleading. "I want you to kiss me."

The Westerner's mind was reeling as he stared at his young, pretty daughter, her face a mixture of arousal and entreatment. He thought about how he'd felt the past day since Keishou had left, how empty his bed had felt, and how earnest his baby girl was as she asked for a kiss. That was all... just a kiss. How could he deny his daughter that?

She was obviously surprised when he leaned forward, his hand cupping her chin as he gave her a kiss that she deserved, a sweet, loving, gentle kiss that he was sure would give her hope to find a boy to love out there. He pulled away, opening his eyes and smiling softly.

"Thank you, Daddy," she murmured, breathing a little hard even though the kiss had remained platonic. 

"I love you, baby," he answered.

"I love you, too, Daddy," Kaida replied, smiling.

"Now, I have a question," he said, clearing a still-wet strand of dark brown hair out of his eyes. "What did you mean when you said 'you can do a lot more with me, too'?"

She giggled, her eyes lighting up as she realized he'd understood her innuendo. With a flirty glint in her eyes, she asked, "What do you think I meant?" Without waiting for a response, the young woman pulled him close for another kiss, this one far more passionate and needing. Her lips were crushed to his, and her tongue sought out her father's, dueling as they explored each other's mouths.

The Westerner couldn't believe what he was doing, but he couldn't stop himself, either. He ran a hand through Kaida's gray hair, lingering over the black streak that differentiated her from her sister. The feeling of another woman's body pressed close to him was driving him to things he'd normally find abhorrent, but his sexual desires were acting for him at the moment as he stood, gathered his daughter in his strong arms, and moved to his bedroom.

"You've been asking for this all weekend," he told her as he put her in the bed he shared with his wife. "Dressing like a slut, all your little innuendos... you want me, don't you? You want your daddy."

Kaida moaned, her long limbs stretching on the bed she hadn't been in since she was a young, frightened girl. She ran her hand over the empty part of the bed, looking to her father with wide eyes as she said, "I want you." 

He slid into bed beside her, wrapping her in his arms as he continued to kiss her. Kaida's body was trembling, from arousal or nervousness, the Westerner couldn't tell which. She broke their frenzied, incestuous embrace just long enough to say, "I watched you last night."

"Hmm?" he asked reaching for her again, his thoughts only on his daughter and the overwhelming need he felt to have her breasts in his hands, her pussy under his control.

"I watched you jerk off," she said, smiling as she kept just out of his reach. "The expressions on your face just made me want you more, Daddy."

The Westerner thought back to his masturbatory session the previous night, smiling. In his mind, the fantasy of a nubile Keishou was replaced, momentarily, with Kaida. "My little girl's been spying on me," he said with a grin.

This time as he reached for her, she let herself be taken, guided into his arms once more. "Your little girl's about to be fucked." She grinned mischievously, her breathing becoming shallower by the minute. 

In response, her father slipped her tank top over her head, revealing the breasts he'd been thinking about ever since Kaida showed them off the previous night. They were perfect, smaller than Keishou's but completely delectable. He leaned down, taking one of her nipples in his mouth, his experienced tongue swirling around the small bud, teasing it into arousal, as his daughter gasped in pleasure. He snaked his other hand up her nubile body, using his thumb to play with her other breast, Kaida's gasps telling him how much she was enjoying this.

He was eager to have her naked before him, sliding down her black shorts and panties quickly. When she was nude before him, he sat back on his heels, staring at her lovely body with amazement. "You're beautiful," he told her, "every inch of you." He traced a finger up his daughter's feet, legs, and past her belly button, between her breasts and up her neck, running it across her lips as he stood to undress himself.

Kaida watched him in anticipation as he undid his belt, letting his pants drop down, then his boxers. Her eyes widened when she saw his erection, long and hard, eager to push into her virgin pussy and use her for his own pleasure. The Westerner took a few seconds to slip on a condom, then slipped into bed, pulling him close to her to feel the warmth of their skin touching, her breasts pressed into his chest as his cock rubbed against her pussy. 

"Do you want your daddy's cock?" he asked her, sliding a finger through the folds of her sex and feeling that she was extremely wet, ready for him.

"Please, Daddy, give it to me," she begged, spreading her legs for him. He moved in between her legs, but didn't position his cock at her entrance just yet. He teased her languidly, sliding his penis through her sex and making her cry out in both pleasure and frustration. 

"This will hurt, baby," he murmured before he finally gave her what she, and he, wanted so much—his penis pushing deep inside her, filling her up as her tight, virgin vagina slid around him. He gasped and looked down at his daughter's face, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Knowing that the only way to stop her pain was to continue, he slowly began thrusting into her, his thick cock driving deep inside his daughter's pussy with every movement of his hips. 

"Daddy, that feels so good!" she gasped, and he felt her body begin to buck underneath him, her pussy driving up to meet his cock with every thrust. He was panting now, unable to keep quiet as he buried his face in her shoulder. It felt as it had when he had made love to his wife for the first time—the wonder of taking something so sacred from a woman, and the intense feelings such an inexperienced pussy could bring him.

The Westerner felt a sudden pang of doubt, as if realizing for sure just how wrong this was, but he could never deny his daughter something he had already begun to give her. He had taken her virginity, and now she deserved to be made love to. As she continued to moan underneath him, he took it slow, driving his penis deep within her with every thrust. She slowed her bucks almost to stopping, giving a little gasp as her father suddenly sped up. Now he was pounding into her just as he had fantasized about doing to his wife the previous night.

Kaida's moans were growing louder, and the Westerner had the presence of mind to want to quiet her, thinking of Nariko. Before he could say a word, however, his daughter let out an orgasmic scream, and he felt her belly twitch and her grip on his back relax as, he was sure, amazing feelings washed over her. The expressions on her face were enough to make him give her his seed, moaning along with her.

As he lay there panting, his softening cock still buried deep within her, he looked down at her and smiled softly. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing hard, a little sheen of his sweat on her chest. Slowly, he pulled out of her well-used pussy and took care of the condom, a familiar ritual from nearly every night in bed with Keishou. He wrapped his arms around his post-orgasmic daughter once more, kissing her on the cheek.

"Umm..." he heard a voice from the doorway, exactly like Kaida's. "What's going on, Daddy? Kaida?" Nariko stepped into the master bedroom, stepping over clothes that had been tossed everywhere in the sexual frenzy earlier. 

"Oh, uh, Nariko!" the Westerner stumbled, pulling a sheet over his daughter and himself. "I..."

"What the hell? Mom leaves for three days and you and Kaida start fucking at the first opportunity?" Nariko yelped. "She's your daughter!"

"Ah, come on, Nariko," Kaida said with a nervous smile. "Don't you think it'd be fun? He's so good..."

"He's your father!" she yelled, but Nariko's attitude was obviously weakening. The Westerner could feel her eyes traveling over the shapes of their bodies under the blanket, and even as she clenched her fists he could see the sexual frustration she was trying to hide.

"Come here, baby," he said, taking a risk but deciding it was well worth it. He held out his arms for his other daughter, who reluctantly moved into them. "Kaida and I had a lot of fun," he said enticingly, tracing the shape of her jawline. "I feel bad that you've been missing out. Don't you want to be kissed, fondled, teased... fucked?"

Her eyes widened, but she looked away as she nodded. The Westerner took it as his cue to press his lips to hers, a passionate kiss that she didn't break, but barely responded to, beginning to shake with fear. "Don't worry, old lady." He ruffled her gray hair affectionately and gently slid her shirt over her head, revealing a white bra.

Kaida was watching them both eagerly, slowly bringing her hand down to her sex to pleasure herself as she watched. The Westerner was beginning to feel himself getting aroused again, as he kissed Nariko's neck and collarbones and slipped off her bra. Once her breasts were exposed, he gently took one in his mouth, exploring her skin and realizing that she was already very aroused, from the wrinkled bud that was already present.

"You want me," he told her, his voice growing more controlling as he seduced his other daughter, who was still looking at him with fear in her eyes. She nodded quickly, and laid back on the bed next to Kaida. As he began to slip off her jeans, he saw Kaida fondle and tease Nariko's breasts. 

She was beginning to relax, gasping sharply when he let his hand graze her panty-clad sex. He was enjoying exploring her body, letting his cock respond as he watched Kaida play with her, teasing her himself as he stroked the insides of her thighs.

"Daddy, please," she begged softly, and he didn't deny her, slipping off her panties and teasing her pussy with his fingers. She was completely bare for him, while Kaida still had a small patch of hair. He found himself enjoying Nariko's more, her bare pussy revealing everything for him. She gasped as he flicked her clit with a finger, then spread her open and knelt in between her legs, bringing his head down to explore her with his tongue.


Surprises



Kaida watched, entranced, as Nariko writhed from the pleasure of the new feeling, her daddy's wet tongue sliding over her folds and concentrating on her clitoris. Her hands clenched around his wrists as he enjoyed tasting and pleasing her pussy. He could tell how much his lovely young daughter wanted to climax for him, but he stopped after several minutes and left her staring wide-eyed up at him. He didn't bother with a condom this time as he warned her that it would hurt and slowly slid his thick cock into her tiny hole. She took it harder than Kaida, gasping in pain and almost trying to writhe away from him. 

He held her down by her shoulders, both to show her how good it would eventually feel and because he needed her virgin pussy so badly. Slowly, he drove himself further into her, then stopped. Tears were coming to her eyes as she stared up at him, looking almost betrayed, Kaida barely breathing beside them. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, giving her a soft kiss and beginning to thrust into her.

Nariko was crying out in pain, but as he stretched her tight pussy and she became more lubricated, she began to gasp in pleasure. He moaned as well, pumping himself into her and giving her what she so obviously wanted. Kaida's hands weren't idle, one pleasuring herself—obviously thinking back to when her father had given her his meat—and the other still playing with Nariko's breasts.

Suddenly, Nariko shuddered, letting out a series of small gasps as she climaxed around her father. The Westerner kissed her deeply, holding her close as she surrendered to her orgasm. "Oh, Daddy," she whimpered softly, her arms tight around him, "I loved that."

"So did I, baby," he answered, slowly pulling out of her and lying in between his daughters. 

"I want more," Kaida said with a grin, "but I know you're exhausted, Daddy. So just sit back and watch."

His eyes widening, the Westerner watched as Kaida moved over to lay beside Nariko, both girls playing with each other's breasts and kissing passionately. Nariko moved in between Kaida's legs, teasing and pleasuring her sister's wet pussy. Her father watched her tongue flicking against Kaida's clitoris as he played with her nipples until it became too much for Kaida, who came forcefully, crying out and pushing herself against the bed and their hands. 

"Did you like that, Daddy?" Nariko asked, kissing him.

"Mm, I loved that," he told her. "But we should get dressed. Your mother will be home soon."

"Too late," Kaida answered, pointing to the door. As the Westerner turned to look, he saw his wife standing in the doorway, holding her overnight bag and looking, bewildered, at the threesome lying naked in bed.

"What..." Keishou said, dropping her bag and staring at them.

"I... I'm sorry, sweetheart, I can explain--" the Westerner said, standing up awkwardly, unsure of what to do. But he wasn't sure why Keishou was reacting this way. It wouldn't be like her just to go into shock, but she wasn't yelling, carrying on, throwing his daughters out of bed, or any of the reactions he'd expect of his wife. In fact, as she looked at him, he thought he saw a smile playing on her lips. He stopped, puzzled, standing in the middle of the room.

"I didn't think she'd actually go through with it," Keishou said, smiling. The Westerner turned to see that both of his daughters were smiling back. "Although I'd hoped I'd come in and catch you in the middle of the act itself, this is almost as good."

"Wh... what?" he asked, completely confused.

"I've wanted to see you with our daughters ever since they got old enough to show off their bodies like that. This weekend sounded perfect... I knew Nariko would be against it, but I asked Kaida to try to seduce you. It turns me on so much to think of you fucking our daughters."

He blinked at her, unsure if he was hearing her correctly. "What? You set this up? You wanted this?"

His wife nodded, moving closer to him and kissing him passionately. Although still bewildered, he returned her kiss, happy to have his wife in his arms again. "If only I'd gotten home earlier."

"You can still see him fuck us, Mom," Kaida said from the bed, where she was cuddling Nariko. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"That sounds nice." Keishou smiled. "Now you two get dressed and get out of here. I want him to myself."

Giggling, the two girls slipped on their clothes, leaving the couple in their room alone. The Westerner sat down on the bed, still naked and still very confused. "You're actually okay with this? You actually want it?"

"It turns me on so much," Keishou answered, straddling him. 

"Then I think we have a lot of fun ahead of us," he said with a broad grin, pulling her down onto the bed beside him and beginning to strip her.



Surprises



Special thanks to my favorite editor, Jet!! You are such help!!

*

"I have a surprise for you, but you have to go in the other room and do something for me."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Go in the bedroom and get naked. I will come get you here in a minute."

I do as I am told. The room is cold and I feel silly standing here naked waiting for you, but I also trust you and am too curious to be shy. It feels like hours pass before you finally open the door. You quickly close it behind you and approach me. You have that look on your face like you have been up to something naughty and delicious. You don't say a word, just slip behind me and gently tie a scarf over my eyes. My whole body quivers with fear and excitement. You lead me out of the bedroom and into the living room.

"Sit down."

I feel my way into the chair. You quickly start to bind me down, but keep me open for access to anything that would please you. My body is tingling. All my senses intensified with the blindfold on. You have dark throbbing techno pumping in the background. The deepest part of my mind is just waiting for you to start pleasing my masochistic side. I don't think I will have to wait long. You brush something soft against my skin. Once it stops a sudden burn hits my chest. You are dripping candle wax onto me. The next drop hits my nipple and my pussy pulses and fills with my sweet juices. More candle wax hits my other nipple as your fingers slide deep into my cunt. I moan and squirm; only getting wetter with every thrusting finger and burning sting.

I hear you snicker. I know you are smiling. You love watching me squirm. You like causing me pain. You must love this, but I don't care. Your pain is pleasing...and worth the inevitable end. So for now I enjoy what you give. More wax, your fingers going deeper. Moaning and squirming, I feel like screaming. I almost do as you pull your fingers out of me.

I feel you go over to the table. I am still squirming. If my hands were able they would be buried in my clit and pussy. You come back over and recline the chair further back. Just as suddenly, your wonderful and delicious cock is being pushed between my wanton lips. You start fucking my mouth. Slow at first, but not for long. You start shoving your huge cock all the way to the back off my throat. But you thought ahead. You have put something on your yummy cocks tip to numb my gag reflex.

You are fucking my mouth the way you usually fuck my cunt. I feel you get harder and thicker and bigger. You can't hold off any more and you let go deep in my throat. I greedily swallow it all, still licking and sucking to get every drop. You unsteadily climb off my face and I feel you run your hand down my body, stopping to pinch my left nipple. 

"Would you like me to get you off now with your toys, or would you like me to untie you and take you to my bedroom?"

"I want your cock. I need your cock. Take me to bed with you."

My binds fall away, but you keep me blindfolded. I don't mind. I know your body by touch alone. I know where to touch you to make you squirm, where to lick to make your cock grow just a little more.

You guide me over to the bed. I run my hands all over your chest as you guide me to back up onto the bed. It sits high enough for you to be able to walk up between my legs and slide perfectly into my waiting pussy. You push your cock deep into my wet cunt as you rip your fingers down my back. I scream out in delight. You start thrusting into me in a mind-blowing rhythm, your fingers still tearing into my flesh. I can feel the blood dripping. It adds to the amazing throb encompassing my drenched cunt.

You pull out of me and turn me around. Once again you ram your cock into my cunt. I scream out in ecstasy. Your neighbors must hate us. You have one hand on my shoulder and the other pulling my hair till my head is facing up. You keep going deeper and deeper into me. I can't take any more. I let out another feline like moan and soak your cock in my hot juices. I feel you get rail hard in my tight convulsing pussy as you cum deep inside of me.

My whole body is shaking. I feel the blindfold fall away as we climb into bed. My body is shaking but intensely satisfied. I look into your eyes and there is a mix of satisfaction and love. Content and happy you kiss me deeply on my used, quivering mouth. You softly whisper, "I love you" as you drift off. I snuggle against your chest and drift off with thoughts of what other surprises may be in store next time. 



Surprises



...It was a surprise every time, and the anticipation always gave her a thrill.

She never knew what kind of mood he would be in—playful, submissive, romantic—no two of their liaisons were ever alike, and she appreciated that. It kept her heart racing every time she set foot in the suite, the location and number of which was only known to her twenty minutes before each of their monthly rendezvous. All he ever said was, "stand and wait."

So she stood by the bed, still in her sensible smart work clothes: conservative gray skirt and matching blazer, white blouse with the frilly collar, shiny black patent leather heels, though beneath the skirt, as usual, she wore no bra or panties. The feel of the skirt against her bare ass kept her revved up throughout the day, just as the anticipation of his call. She never knew when during the day the call would come on her cell phone, specifying the time and place of their meeting, and the mystery, the excitement kept her tingling and wet as she went about her duties.

There was no knock—he let himself in using the second key, all six foot one of him blocking out the light from the hallway as he briefly stood in the door, sizing her up as he always did, his dark penetrating eyes locking onto hers momentarily.

She couldn't help but inhale, and as she did so she took in the molecules of his scent, a mix of male musk and expensive cologne, that had drifted across the suite. Involuntarily, she rolled her tongue across her lips.

"Strip," was all he said. "But leave the heels on."

She shrugged off the white blouse, letting it slip to the floor as she unbuttoned the blouse, eager to free her already-hard nipples from the oppressive fabric. She could already tell he was in no mood for preludes, for his usual fantastically intense foreplay. This would be strictly for his pleasure, and she didn't mind a bit.

She gave her skirt a tug and it too fell away, bunching around her ankles, creating a brief barrier for her to step over. She stood nude before him, relishing the appreciative touch of his gaze across her naked form.

She was shocked at how quickly he had disrobed, his clothes in a pile beside the bed, and even more surprised at how quickly he'd moved in front of her. She drank in his tall, muscled form, lingering at the oh-so-hard cock that pointed straight at her. God, he was huge. She could never get over its size—at least as big around as her wrist, corded with veins through which the blood that kept it erect pulsed, making it jump.

"I see you looking," he said, almost out of breath with desire. "Stroke it like you know you want to."

Obediently, she curled the fingers of her right hand around it as best she could, unable to fully wrap her hand around the thick shaft. She moved closer, closer until her aching nipples touched his chest, until his beast of a member was trapped between them. Only then did she begin to work the skin up and down in slow, deliberate strokes, using her other hand to cup and massage the twin orbs hanging in their sac below.

She couldn't help but stare at it, captured in her hand, the shiny head broad and rounded, making her fingers look small as she worked his cock up and down, faster and faster. It throbbed at her touch, and she slowed for a moment, lest he come too quickly—

"Stop," he breathed, almost as if he'd read her mind.

"Why?" she asked with a pout. She raked her thumbtip across the tiny slit at the end, which welled with the clear fluid that was beginning to pool there.

"Because I want to fuck you in two different ways tonight, and I don't want to use it on your hand."

She did as she was told, allowing herself a delicious shiver at the way he said fuck ring in her ears, taking a last opportunity to rake her fingernails up his prodigious length. Below, her pussy tingled, wet and ready for his next command, hoping, pleading for it to be—

"On your hands and knees, on the bed."

Ohhhhhhhhhh...she thought as she eagerly made the transition, sliding on the expanse of the bed. The juices flowed freely from her slit now, creating a slick liquid trail down her inner thigh. She crushed her face into the pillows, wiggling her heart-shaped derriere in the air as she anticipated his thick explorations. Her ass was generous, big and curvy, and she wanted him to grab it, thrust on it, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck it with that horse-dick of his—

He wasted no time fulfilling her wish.

He found the wet path running down her leg, and scooped it up with the hot head of his cock, sliding it up, up the smooth skin of her inner thigh, until it nested in the thick wet bush between her thighs.

He opened her up hard,

thrusting the broad head deep amid her puffy lips, and she involuntarily screamed with the pleasure and pain of it all, the hot cock she craved

stretching her,

massaging her

from the inside,

stroking her sugar walls in time to the

slap-slap-slap

rhythm of his thighs against her generous ass,

rough hands grabbing, pulling her hips back and forth,

pussy stroking and stroking the welcome visitor,

mouth making ohhhhhhhhhh and aaaaaaaaah and uuuuuuuuuuuh noises

knees nearly giving way with the hot pleasure radiating out from her core

she pulsed and convulsed and fucked

and stroked

and

and

caaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmme

then

caaaaaaaaaame

then

caaaaaame

and

came

She felt him slide out, still hard as iron.

She lay on the bed, the half-moon of her ass still in the air, panting, gasping from the gifts he'd given her, eager to accept him again in any way, any manner he saw fit.

She felt deliciously helpless, deliciously vulnerable as strong hands spread the round, jiggling orbs of her butt.

"Tell me you want it," he rasped, his voice catching with raw, pent-up lust.

Of course she knew what he wanted to hear.

"Take my ass," she stage-whispered, sliding her fingers back toward her rump. She eagerly pulled the cheeks apart, taking over from his hands so he could use them for other purposes. "I want my ass full of your thick, stiff cock."

A hot, wet, broad something slid across the tiny entrance there, and a little thrill slid up her spine when she realized it was not what she thought it was.

Hot breath rippled between the cheeks of her derriere, She let out little furtive yelps as the slick tip of his tongue darted in and out, gently playing pathfinder, loosening her up and getting her oh, so wet. He'd never done that before and it

felt

so

fucking

gooooood—

Lips sucked and slurped, lingering at her ass, and she lay there slack-jawed, riding the luscious waves of orgasm after orgasm.

"Dammit," she moaned, gripping the sheets with bitch-red nails, "stop teasing me and fuck me in the ass..."

There was no warning, just the sensuous feeling of a broad slickness pushing its way past her dampened and slowly yielding portal. Strong hands gripped her hips as steady, rhythmic thrusts pushed at her tight opening, harder and harder until the hot round cockhead slithered into her anus—

"Ahhhh!"

Her involuntary shout excited him, and he began to push deeper, deeper into the hot, humid depths of her round ass. She tightened around the hot cylinder that invaded her most intimate of depths, squeezing her curvy cheeks together to milk it of its hot stickiness. Concentration left her, the only noises able to escape her clenched lips a hissing noise as he filled her ass. It was here she felt her most primal,

Here where she felt like the dirty girl she liked to be, feeling bad, bad, bad as she listened to her butt eagerly slurp at his big cock...

Here where she went weak-kneed with lust as

every

nerve

ending

in her

Ass

came

alive—

She shivered as he abruptly withdrew his hot length, the sudden emptiness in her ass a bleak void, and she rolled over onto her back to see him holding his near-bursting cock in his hand.

His eyes were crazed lust as he slid up her, and she knew what he wanted then, and she was only too happy to comply. Her tongue raked across her lips as she came face to face with the instrument that had given her so much pleasure a few seconds ago.

It was dark and angry with the pent-up desire inside it, and only she could give release.

She accepted the challenge.

Both hands gripped the slick, raging shaft, and she eagerly rolled her tongue across the head, tasting his salty juices and her own. Her beckoning tongue and lips slurped and sucked, bobbed and kissed.

His slick head filled her mouth, and she closed her eyes, shutting out one of her senses to enhance the other four...

Touch: steel-rigid, hot, slick, pulsating, throbbing, thrusting, bulging...

Taste: salty, sweet, delicious, tangy, luscious...

Smell: sweaty, musky, humid, sexy...

Sound: slurping, smacking, oohhh, mmmmph, yeah, don't stop, take it allllll....

Ohhhhhhh, how she wanted it all, to take it in, all the way down, but he was too blessed, there was sooooooo much...

She slid a hand down to his balls, ripe, hanging fruit boiling with the liquid passion that wanted to erupt, to spurt, to leap from him—

"Baby, I'm gonna....I'm gonna..."

She withdrew all but the thick head, letting it rub hot against the inside of her cheek, furiously stroking with her hand and licking with her tongue...

"Give it to me," she mumbled around his dick, wishing for another hand so she could touch herself. "Empty those balls..."

"Gonna...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Jets of hot gooey, salty liquid stung the back of her mouth, and she let the thick juices roll across her tongue and down her eager throat before pulling him out of her mouth, letting an endless cascade of boiling spurts land on her beestung lips, aiming them at her neck and nipples and between the gentle curves of her breasts, coaxing the last pearls from the end with lips and fingers and tongue.

She fell back on the mountain of pillows behind her, a sticky, silvery string trailing from her lower lip, connecting her to his cock. A swift swipe from her tongue captured the briny evidence so she could send it, still warm, into her tummy.

"Yum," she said, smiling up at him with eager eyes.



Surprises



I'm 18 years old and in my senior year of high school. I am around 5 foot 3 inches; I have dark brown hair that hangs just below my shoulders, and very vivid green eyes. I have a medium, athletic build, and my breasts are a nice round C cup. I never thought I was a knockout but I knew I was pretty and could turn a few heads. I always seemed to like older guys; they were more mature. When I was 16 I lost my virginity to a guy my age and it was over before it really begun. After that I dated a guy in his late 20's and he showed me what real sex was about; he got me hooked! I had a few relationships here and there with older guys and I even shared a bed a few times with my best friend, who happened to be a girl. I have an insatiable appetite when it comes to sex! My mom and dad married right out of high school and had me when they were 19. They got divorced when I was 10 and my mom ran off to the West Coast with a guy half her age. She wrote letters but I never really saw her. My dad raised me and he did a good job. He always provided for and made sure I never wanted for anything. He is 37, he has short brown hair, and blue eyes, he is 6 foot, and has a large build. He is in good shape; he exercises and takes care of himself. I always thought he was a handsome man, but never looked at him as more than just my dad. 

I had a huge crush on my gym teacher at school, a lot of girls did. I decided I was going to try to make a move on him one day. I was wearing the shortest dress that my school would allow and the highest heels they would allow. I did my hair and makeup perfectly. That day I turned most heads, guys and girls. I was rather pleased with myself, but I was disappointed to find out that he was not there that day. The heels were incredibly uncomfortable so when we had lunch I decided to slip home and change. (I didn't live too far from the school.) When I arrived home I took off my heels and ran upstairs to use the bathroom. I swung the door open and was shocked to see my dad standing at the sink completely naked, shaving. The way our bathroom was angled I could see him but he couldn't see me. I stood there just staring at his perfectly muscled body and his huge cock. It was huge and it wasn't even hard! I felt a familiar wetness between my legs, with that I pulled the door closed, but not latched, and changed quickly in my bedroom and went back to school. After school that day I went over to my best friend, Darby's, house. She was a pretty girl with short curly hair, size B tits, a thin waist, and the sweetest tasting pussy! I told her what happened when I went home.

"You saw your dad's cock?" she asked in surprise. "Was it big?"

"It was huge and he didn't even have a hard on! Do you know what the really weird thing was?" I asked her. "I got turned on when I saw it!"

"What? Ha! That's awesome! You have a hot dad; I've said so for years. Now you're starting to see it. Fuck him!" she said brashly.

"Are you joking?! He's my dad! I couldn't..." I trailed off thinking, that wasn't a bad idea. "How could I even convince him to?"

"It wouldn't be hard. You're hot! You have these gorgeous round tits that have the cutest nipples. The tightest ass I've ever seen and a class 'A' pussy. You seduce him; he won't be able to say no!" Darby said all this while pulling off my clothes to reveal each body part.

She pushed me down on the bed that was behind me and stripped off her clothing. She climbed on top of me straddling my lap and taking one of my nipples in her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue and lightly bit my nipple which made me squeak in delight. She loved the noises I made and pushed me onto my back. She made her way down my tan body until she got to my already wet pussy. She lightly traced my slit with the tip of her tongue making my body shiver, and then she plunged her tongue deep inside my pussy. I cried out and she tongue and finger fucked me relentlessly. She would suck on my cunt while pounding her fingers in my pussy and then switch them. She then licked back to my asshole and tongue fucked me. She then replaced her tongue with two of her fingers; I felt my asshole stretch and moaned from the absolute delight. She knew exactly how to push my buttons. She hooked her fingers and shoved them in and out of my ass and she grabbed my cunt once more with her soft lips. She sucked and fucked and didn't stop until I was screaming in ecstasy and cumming all over her pretty pale face. My body went lip as she released my cunt and removed her fingers. She came up and kissed me letting me taste my own juices. She laid there stroking my tits until I could get up the strength to return they favor in kind. After an hour of fucking each other I left to go home. When I arrived my dad was setting the table for dinner.

"Sorry, I'm late. I was helping Jenny with a problem she was having." I said to my dad.

"Is she okay? What happened?" he asked.

"It was just girl problems. She's fine now." I said, chuckling on the inside.

"Hey, did you come home today during school hours?" he asked. 

"Uh, yeah. Why?" I answered honestly and felt my face go red.

"I saw your shoes by the door when I left for work. I took half a day today and went in late." He said.

"Oh. Yeah, they were hurting my feet. I left on my lunch to come home and change. I didn't miss any classes and I ate a sandwich on my way back." I said, relieved he didn't realize I saw him.

He smiled in response as he put the food on the table. We ate talking about our short and very uneventful days. I then excused myself and went upstairs to shower. As I ran the soap over my body I kept flashing back to my dad's cock, to Jenny's pussy, and her words of fucking him. My pussy started to get wet from more than just the water. I quickly rinsed off and got out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my body and hurried to my room. I dried off and sat down on my bed with my legs spread and started running my fingers along my pussy lips. I immediately started moaning in response to my touch. I pushed my fingers as far as I could inside my pussy and my moans got loader. With each stroke I got loader. I heard a creak outside my door and turned my head to muffle my moans into a pillow. I heard a knock at my door and sat up in surprise. 

"Uh, hold on." I called out. I wrapped my body with the towel and sat on the edge of my bed. "Come in."

"I was wondering if I could talk to you?" my dad asked.

"Sure." I said.

"I was wondering if you perhaps saw something when you were home. You see, when I went in to take my shower I am almost positive that I shut the bathroom door completely but when I was leaving it was open a crack." He said.

"Oh." That was all I could say, I was truly embarrassed.

"I think it's time we had a talk." He said.

"Dad," I said with a chuckle, "there is no need for any talks. I already know all about sex!"

"You do?" he said.

"I'm 18, dad! I learned about it in school, from my friends, magazines, television, movies, and even guys!" I added.

"You're not a..." he trailed off surprised. "I wouldn't have ever guessed that. I mean you're beautiful but I just would have never thought..."

I smiled at him and put my hand on his knee to stop him. He looked at me and our eyes met. I slowly started stroking my hand up and down his thigh seductively. He grabbed my hand and shook his head "no". I stood up in front of him and let my towel drop and shook my head "yes". His eyes soaked up every inch of my body and his hand slowly rose up to cup one of my breasts. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He was so hesitant and his touch was soft I was afraid if I moved at all I would spook him and he'd be gone. He looked up into my face and lowered his hand once more, but he didn't leave.

"Dad," I began as I dropped to my knees in front of him," I did see something today when I was home. I saw you; all of you. That sight made me realize that I wanted to experience you in every way! You have given me so much through the years. Sacrificed so much to be there for me and I want to be there for you. I'm not a virgin, so you wouldn't be taking anything from me. Let me do this. Let us do this."

As I spoke those last words, I reached for his pants and began to undo them. He didn't protest again. He in fact helped me in stripping him down completely. His cock was fully erect and it stood a good 8 1/2 inches with a sizable girth as well. I was wondering how I would ever fit all of this inside of me, it was easiest the biggest I had ever seen. I ran my tongue up one side of his throbbing cock and then up the other side. I ran my tongue on the underside of it and flipped the underside of his head with the tip of my tongue. I ran the underside of my tongue over his cock so he could feel the smoothness in contrast to the top of my tongue. He moaned as I switched back and forth. I was able to relax my throat to take in most of his cock. As it hit the back of my throat I made a swallowing reflex which pushed him deeper down. His whole body jerked at that move. I pulled him from my mouth and stroked him with both of my hands at the same time. I held him in a firm grip but didn't squeeze and I quickly pumped him up and down. His face looked like he was close to cumming so I slowed down and stopped completely to hold him off. "Fuck!" was the only word he kept saying. I stood up and he did as well. He took control for a moment by grabbing my shoulders and shoving his tongue in my mouth running it over mine. I returned the kiss ardently. He lowered me to the bed and spoke once more, "Let me taste my baby's sweet pussy. I can smell it from here and it smells delicious!" He dove in feet first! He plunged his tongue straight into my pussy and started tongue lashing me. His thumb rubbed my cunt while he pushed his tongue as deep inside me as he could. He then flicked my clit and sucked on it. "Oh! Lick my pussy daddy! Taste your little girl! Oh, fuck!" I reached back and pushed my finger tips in my ass and I felt him hesitate. He looked up at me in surprise, then a smile crossed his face and he began licking my pussy again. He placed two fingers in my soaking pussy and then added another and then another. I could tell he was reading my pussy for his big cock. He got on his knees and put the head of his cock next to my hole. He gently pushed it and I felt it stretch me. The continued to push it in slowly until it was completely inside. It filled me completely to the hilt! It was amazing and he was amazingly gentle. He slowly pulled it out and entered again he did this over and over with increasing speed until he was ramming my pussy like a jackhammer. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me!" I squealed in delight. He rammed me over and over grunting with each thrust. Every time I said "daddy" he seemed to slam into me extra hard, like it turned him on even more.

"Oh, you have the sweetest tasting, the tightest pussy I have ever had! Oh, yes! You like daddy fucking you, don't you?!" He said surprising me.

"Oh, yes, I do, daddy! Fuck me harder with your big cock! Fuck your daughter!" I answered.

Without warning he flipped me over and put me on my knees. He once again sunk his cock in my pussy and he pushed two fingers in my ass. I could feel him pushing on his cock with his fingers in my ass. That was it for me and I started cumming all over his cock. He thrust into me three more times and at the end of my orgasm I felt his cum spread inside my pussy. Spurt after spurt until it was running out like my own cum was. He held his cock deep inside of me until his body stopped shaking and then he pulled out. He lazily fell onto my bed beside me. I collapsed on my stomach.

"Fuck, dad! That was amazing! The most amazing fuck I ever had! Why did mom leave when you have an amazing cock like that?!" I said smiling at him.

"I don't know, but she could never fuck or suck cock as good as you just did! Talk about amazing!" he leaned over and kissed me after he spoke.

"You know I told Jenny about the size of your cock and she seemed interested. Maybe tomorrow after school she could come over for a sleep over and you could show her yourself. I'm sure she'd be happy to fuck you. In fact, I know she would and I can show you just how she likes her pussy eaten."

"Wow! You are surprising me all over the place today! I think that sounds wonderful, but right now I want to clean up and catch my breath. Maybe go downstairs and grab and snack; then a little later, I want to do this all over again!"

The End... for now!



Surprises



"Pet, I have a surprise for you." 

If curiosity killed the sub, I'd definitely need nine lives. A life-long control freak, I can't bear not knowing what will happen next, and immediately began trying to pry the secret from Wolf. "Are we going someplace special? Is it a treat?" 

He just grinned at me, and shook his head. Never one to give up that easily, I immediately regrouped, and began my stealth attack. 

"Should I wear something special tonight?" 

Not surprisingly, this also met with no answer, other than a low growl, and the look that means I'm pushing my luck. 

The worst part of having such a clever owner is that he sees right through me, and generally knows what I'm thinking just by looking at my face. "I'll tell you when the time is right, Pet." 

With that maddening pronunciation, he began his nightly unwinding ritual, taking off his jacket and tie, sipping the drink I made him, checking his email. I am almost always allowed to kneel at his feet to take off his shoes for him, and tonight was no exception. A simple act of service, but full of meaning; it reminds us both of the framework of our relationship, and sets the stage for my transition from career woman to respectful submissive. The fact that he was still almost fully dressed, and I was now clad only in a cotton shift further emphasized our roles.

Wolf was soon totally engrossed in the computer, though I knew he was fully aware of me behind him. Each movement was slow and deliberate, emphasizing his control; knowing all the while that my mind was racing trying to figure out what the surprise was. He answered emails, glanced at the news, and basically ignored me. I stood behind him, impatiently shifting my weight from foot to foot, finally risking one more attempt. Completely in submissive mode now, I addressed him by the name we use only during play.

"Please Daddy? Please tell me?" 

"Pet, I believe I said that I would tell you when I was ready. Must I punish you for disobedience?" 

I whispered "no" and sank to my knees, defeated. Patience is not one of my virtues, but I do know when I've pushed Wolf as far as I can, and what happens when I take one step too far. I scooted under the desk, wordlessly demonstrating my contrition, and obedience. Outside of the bedroom, or outside of play, I never hesitate to voice my opinion, and he encourages it. Now, however, we were no longer equals, but Daddy and Pet.

After what seemed about a week and a half under the desk, he announced that it was shower time for us both. This is easily my favorite ritual, and I yanked the gown off over my head, running to start the water. I soaped every inch of him thoroughly, some parts perhaps getting more attention than others. Then it was my turn, and his big strong hands slid smoothly along my body, cleaning and caressing. Showering together is something we do as frequently as possible, but the warm intimacy never fails to soothe me, and in spite of my curiosity, tonight was no exception.

We didn't get out until the water ran cold, and Wolf was so calm and unhurried that I began to realize that my surprise didn't involve going anywhere.  I wasn't really disappointed, just more curious than ever, and I toweled him dry, ending up on my knees on the bathmat. He slicked back my wet hair as I kissed his cock tenderly; first with lips only, then gradually moving on to wet kisses, tongue trailing lazily up and down his shaft. I would have stayed there happily all night, but after only a few minutes, he pulled me gently to my feet, and propelled me to the bedroom. I looked around furtively, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Of course he noticed, and gave me a sharp slap on the ass. 

"Nice try, Pet. Bring me two bandanas from my drawer."

I scurried to obey, thinking he intended to bind me with them, but was dismayed when he used them to blindfold me securely, instead. I am a bit afraid of the dark, and being blindfolded to me is the ultimate in surrender and trust. Then I felt his hands pulling back my hair a bit, and securing the earphones I use for jogging under the bandanas. 

He kissed the top of my head gently, and murmured "you're going to like the surprise, baby girl, but I want you to be able to concentrate only on your sense of touch. I know that you're nervous, but you know in your heart that you're mine, and that I will never let anything bad happen to you."

His words put me instantly at ease – now was the time to relax, and to let him take control. He started my Mp3 player and my ears were filled with music, but not my usual jogging mix. He'd added classical music to the device, knowing that it would keep me from hearing anything else without distracting me from his plans. I was cut off from the two senses best suited for maintaining control, but I was no longer afraid. Now my only emotion was eager anticipation. 

Gently, he maneuvered me through my darkness to our favorite table. It is sturdy, and just the right height for Wolf to access my pussy and ass when I'm bent over it. Even more important, though, it is fairly narrow, allowing him to walk around to the other side, and slow the pace by using my mouth. My breasts are pressed flat against the surface when I am bound securely, but other than that minor detail, I am completely open to him, for whatever purpose he deems appropriate. 

Once he had me in position, he pushed me down over the table, and began to tie me to it. The familiar feeling of having my limbs spread and secured brought me safely back into my comfort zone.  His hands were warm against mine; wrapping them gently in the rope, and lacing more rope up my legs to secure me. It both relaxed and seduced me, and my juices began to flow. The position alone – legs spread, exposed and immobilized - always alters my reality. He often leaves me there for a few minutes, just to let me test the bonds; absorbing my situation, my lack of choices. This was a familiar routine to us both, but it had never lost its power. Unlike most activities done frequently, it takes my breath away, every single time. When he tied the final knot, taking away the last of my freedom, he manipulated my left hand into our safe sign, just as a reminder. Suddenly the idea of getting a surprise I couldn't mentally prepare for wasn't so spooky anymore. 

Time becomes a relative concept for me when we begin a scene, and afterward I'm not always able to remember the order of events, or all that happened. Even taking that into account, it began to seem like I'd been neglected for a very long time, and I strained for any sound. The music was loud, though, and nothing penetrated my sensory deprived state. I was just beginning to suffer the first pin pricks of fear, when I felt a familiar sensation. It was something I've felt many times before, and even though I knew it signaled the beginning of pain, I sighed with relief. Better the devil you know. 

The tip of the cane traveled the length of my thigh, stroking lightly, preparing me for the coming strike. Crack! The first blow was sharp, and I bucked against the ropes. I opened my mouth to scream, but soft fabric was thrust into my mouth, and almost immediately my tongue recognized the flavor of my own juices, and the silky softness of the panties I'd worn earlier. 

The cane delivers two distinctly different sensations, which is probably why I love it so much. An initial white-hot sting, and then an aftershock, even more painful, that seems to radiate out from the impact. Wolf is slow and deliberate, giving me time to absorb the pain, and process each nuance, while bracing for the next lash. Tonight, however, the second strike of the cane was almost immediate, with no preliminary touch to tell me where, and one blow quickly followed another. 

I was caught off guard, and writhed from the pain as much as my tight bonds allowed. I needed and wanted more, and was getting wetter by the minute. Then I felt Wolf's hand in my hair, and my head was yanked back roughly, the soaked panties pulled out, and Wolf's cock pushed into my mouth. I would know the feel, taste, and smell of him anywhere, but even in the dim haze of sensory overload, I was aware that the cane was still rising and falling regularly, even though Wolf was now obviously in front of me, holding my head.

I spent a few seconds wondering if the surprise was a new long-handled cane which allowed Wolf to cane me while he fucked my mouth, but then I gave myself up completely to the guilty pleasure of pure sensation. He pushed all the way to the back of my mouth, holding me firmly, testing my limits, deciding when my next breath would be. 

The cane still rose and fell rhythmically, but now the pain was secondary to the all-consuming wonder of being a vessel for his use. Wolf can bring me to orgasm with little more than the cane, but oral stimulation has always been a trigger for me, as well.  I knew that when he allowed me release, it would be earth shattering. 

I had just begun to wonder how I would be able to ask for permission to cum with my mouth so very full, when I felt hands stroking my sore cheeks. I froze, realizing now what I should have known all along. Wolf's cock was still straining against my throat, his hands holding my head, so who was behind me? I began to struggle in earnest, and he slipped off an ear bud long enough to purr in my ear. 

"Do you trust me?" 

His voice calmed me, reminded me that I was loved, owned, and that he cared for his possessions.  I nodded my head as best I could with him still deep in my mouth, realizing he was right. We'd talked about being shared, and he knew I'd fantasized about being used so thoroughly. He secured the ear bud again, and I arched my back, suddenly desperate for the unknown.



My cheeks were spread wide, the hands less gentle now, tracing the stripes they'd placed there. My pussy was nearly dripping from the combination of the caning and Wolf fucking my throat, and I strained backward, silently begging for more. The cock now breaching my entry felt cool against my hot flesh, and I knew that Wolf had insisted on a condom. The head must have been quite large, and I was penetrated slowly, inch by blissfully agonizing inch, despite my best efforts to push back and take it all at once. 

When at last I felt hips firmly against mine, I clenched tightly, wanting to keep it inside, but the cock was withdrawn again, even more slowly. The two men established a tantalizingly measured rhythm, Sir pushing all the way in just as the stranger pulled out. I was lost in a sightless cloud of pleasure, and gave myself up to it completely.



I arched my back, moving against the man behind me as much as the ropes would allow, and sucking Wolf's cock as if my very life depended on it. Even without words, he knew I was close. The earbuds were removed gently, and he pulled out of my mouth, even though the cock behind me continued to pump in and out slowly. His voice entered my consciousness as if from a great distance. 

"Is there something you want to ask me, Pet?" 

He pulled out of my mouth, and I breathed "Please Sir, may I cum?"



"Yes you may, Little One. Now."

Both men thrust inside me to the hilt as Wolf gave his permission for my release. No more was needed. My entire body began to shake and tremble in the bonds. If not for the support of the table, I would have crumpled into a heap. The spasms went on and on, one orgasm becoming another. Before I had a chance to recover, though, I felt the warmth of the stranger's cock being replaced with something cold and hard. 

I could hardly believe he was going to violate me further when I had already cum so hard, but then felt the even ruder shock of cool liquid being dribbled down my crack. Skillful fingers began to work the lubricant into my asshole slowly but surely, pushing deeper and deeper as the dildo was worked in and out. I realized that I was about to be triple penetrated, and was once again afraid, but Wolf always knows what I'm feeling. He released my head, and his hands began to slide down my back soothing me; reminding me of his presence and protection.

The stranger was gentle with me; Wolf had chosen well. My ass was taken even more slowly than my pussy had been, giving me time to adjust to being so completely filled. My fear was forgotten quickly, and by the time he bottomed out again I was completely immersed in pure pleasure, and knew nothing else. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced, and knowing that every hole was filled to capacity felt like I'd finally found my true place in the world. No longer a woman, not even a submissive. I was just a medium for pleasure; the stranger's pleasure, Wolf's pleasure, our pleasure.



The man held the dildo still inside me, buried as deeply as it would go. His cock moved in and out of my ass slowly at first, stretching me with each stroke. Wolf pulled out of my mouth far enough to allow me to pleasure the head of his dick, and I lovingly swirled my tongue around and around, sucking lightly at first, then with more intensity. The stranger began to increase his pace, and the pleasure was too intense for me to concentrate on my owner. Wolf took his cue, and began to fuck my mouth with abandon, watching the other man ramming hard into me, deeper and deeper. 

The real world was very far away, now, and the only thing that existed for me was the satisfaction of being thoroughly used, and the knowledge that another orgasm was imminent.

Once I started, I came again and again, tensing and arching with the intensity, moaning around Wolf's cock. I had been unable to even ask for permission, and looking back, I'm not sure I could have found the words. I do know that both of them shared my frenzy, forcing themselves into me faster and harder, until with a guttural groan, Wolf finally exploded into my mouth. 

I savored the taste, elated that I had finally managed to make him cum orally. It is difficult for him to climax that way, and I was so proud of myself for having finally done it that I barely noticed when the other man's cock and the dildo were eased out of me. Wolf whispered into my ear, telling me what a good girl I was, and how proud I'd made him. 

"Did you enjoy your surprise, Pet?"



Struggling to regain my senses after such an intense experience, I could only nod, and he chuckled and began the slow process of releasing my bonds. The blindfold was the last to go, and he gathered me in his arms as if I weighed nothing. We sank onto the bed together, arms wrapped around each other, my head tucked under his chin. My favorite place in the world, where nothing can ever harm me. Blinking, I looked around the dimly lit room, finally realizing that we were alone. 

"But Daddy, who...?"

"Never mind, Little One" Wolf said, as he cradled me against him, and gently stroked my skin. "This was never about him. Only you, and me, and the pleasure it gives me to please you."



Surprises



Not for the first time, Jane sat amongst a crowd of friends and wondered why she even bothered. They were all good, conservative Christians. Believers of the One Truth. Follow-the-rules type virgins. Pitiful in Jane's humble opinion. Not that she wasn't a Christian, she was. Just not as literally as all her friends were. Well...almost all of them. For the past three years she had grown close to this group of friends despite their differences. She had gone to high school with Mary and they had met Jess, her brother Eddy, and his friends their freshman year. Now three years later, Mary was engaged to one of his friends and Jane was secretly seeing Eddy. Secretly because no one could know that Eddy was a "sinner" like her, but seeing maybe was not the right word for it... for about a year a pattern had developed of getting drunk every once in a while and hooking up. The day after would consist of texts discussing how it could never happen again which would turn in to sexting then a repeat performance. The problem was that aside from hating the secrecy, Jane also kind of hated Eddy. He was narcissistic, obnoxious, a pathological liar, and generally just not her type. He was good looking and fun to flirt with when he wasn't being a total ass, but in general he wasn't really worth her time. The sex was mediocre and only appealing because of the risk. She didn't even really want to be around him. And yet, there she sat in his backyard around the bonfire with everyone avoiding catching his eyes and trying not to think about how alienated and alone she felt in this crowd.

Luckily, tonight Eddy had surrounded himself by the flirty girls and was making an ass out of himself, so he was easy to ignore without remorse. Mary and her fiancé Doug were lost in each other's company and Jess was in a deep discussion with Jason, the philosophical friend. The only people unoccupied were Jane and Will who sat quietly looking into the fire and sipping his beer. Will was new to the group. He had met Jason at a Bible college in New York and decided to go to Colorado with his new friend for a while before moving back to California. Jane had liked him immediately. He fit well into the group, but because he didn't know everyone and the extended friends that well, it had often been ending up like this: just them left to talk and hang out. She tried not to think of him as anything more than a friend. He was good looking and funny and very nice, but other than that all she really knew about him was that he was a good kid like the rest of them, he hated being too connected to anything, and was going back to California eventually though she had no idea when. So they usually just talked and casually hung out with the rest of the group and went out to a bar sometimes as friends.

Tonight they talked about the usual topics: group gossip, beers of choice, and crazy stories from the past. Jane found it so easy to talk to him she didn't even really think about the secret she was revealing when she finished off one of her anecdotes with "I was so high though, so of course I couldn't stop laughing." Almost immediately after the words left her mouth she realized her mistake and, embarrassed, began trying to think of how to fix it. There was no need for that though as Will responded by mentioning how long it had been since he smoked weed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Jane said completely stunned, "You've smoked before?!"

Will looked at her like she was nuts and laughed, "Uhh...yeah, couple times haha. Have you not noticed my tattoo?"

In fact, Jane had noticed his tattoo. It was a clutter of designs covering the entirety of his left forearm that couldn't be clearly deciphered without looking closely, but she had thus far tried to avoid it. Will was hot. Will was very hot. He was tall with a broad chest and strong shoulders that led down to even stronger arms. Since the first time she met him she had tried to not notice these features or the painfully noticeable ink that decorated his beautiful dark skin. He was off limits, so the fact that he had so many qualities that Jane had weaknesses for was troubling. So she had ignored it so far, but now next to the light of the fire he extended he arm toward her and scooted a bit closer. She looked down at his wrist and noticed a rather large image of a marijuana plant. Now she felt more embarrassed at not noticing, but laughed again surprised.

"Hey...good kids aren't supposed to smoke weed let alone get a tattoo of it haha." She said as she continued to examine the rest of the inked design.

"Well I wasn't always a good kid." Will retorted.

She felt his eyes on her and looked up to meet them. He was grinning, but the look in his eyes seemed almost solemn. She had avoided this too, looking into his dark eyes made her want to be closer to him. Will wasn't just another one of this Holier-than-thou crowd. Jane recognized this before, but hadn't fully appreciated it until now. She began to feel her face redden and even though the firelight was not enough to illuminate it, she looked back down to the tattoo trying to concentrate on the rest of it. Will must have noticed as he started to explain.

"I got the weed tat when I turned 18, I was kinda out of control back then. After a while all the craziness got old, but I was afraid I couldn't erase all the bad stuff from my past. I guess that's when I started to explore my faith and stuff and it felt good to remember that God is forgiving. That's when I got the phoenix."

Now that he put a name to it she started to see the swirling shapes form into feathers and body of a bird in flight reaching up to the chi roe symbol near the crease of his elbow. She couldn't help it; she reached out a hand and traced up the long feathers with her finger until she got to the symbol. She could feel his gaze searching her face instead of her finger as he continued.

"So I guess it's just a reminder that even if I sin, I can still rise from the ashes and rise up to God."

There is was. The moment Jane needed to pull her out of the trace and back into safe, plutonic reality. He was one of the good kids, maybe not exactly the same, but still off limits to her. The reminder was emphasized by Jason overhearing and involving himself into the conversation.

"That's right, man. Our God is good! Maybe you can convince Jane to come to church with us and actually hear the Word." He said grinning.

As he spoke Jane chugged the rest of the beer she had been nursing and rolled her eyes. She hated this. She hated that she couldn't go one night without one of her well-meaning friends telling her she wasn't Christian enough. She really hated that she couldn't get mad at them because she knew that's just how they show they care. At the moment, she wasn't in the mood to get into it.

"The only place Jane can be convinced to go right now is to fetch another beer...Anyone else need one?" She said as she stood up and started to walk into the garage where the beer fridge was. No one answered as Jason had taken her seat and welcomed Jess and the others still around the fire into a religious conversation. It was perfect timing really. She had almost let herself start to think about Will more than she should and was glad for the shock back into rational, logical thought. The logical action to take now was to get hammered. As she reached into the fridge she felt someone walk up behind her. The feeling was familiar enough to let her know it was Eddy, so she didn't react when he reached one arm around her and the other passed her in to grab a beer. He kissed he neck and whispered something about making sure they stay away from each other before he went back outside yelling something stupid. No problem there...she thought rolling her eyes once again at her choice in company. The only thing I even want to be around right now is a solid state of inebriation.

In what seemed like no time at all she got there. The perfect state of drunkenness. She was conversing and having fun with everyone except Eddy who had retreated to the basement to have a "heart-to-heart talk" with one of the flirty girls. Good for him, but better for Jane who was glad of the opportunity to discuss what an ass he was with the rest of the girls and laugh and forget about any worries. She eventually had ended up back by Will, the feelings from earlier forgotten in her state. They joked around about Will's philosophy on hair maintenance and laughed with everyone else, but more with each other as their wit was evenly matched. At some point only Jane, Jason, Doug, and Will remained in the back yard in the wee hours of the morning.

Somehow the conversation had reached a point of debate about self-defense for girls. Jane's inner tomboy was surfacing as she talked about the different ways she could hit and tackle despite being smaller than all of them. The alcohol had of course prompted her to demonstrate such things and in the end she was laying on the ground out of breath near Will after a small wrestling match while the other two boys laughed and pointed. Amidst the sound of the laughter and the view of the stars she now had while lying in the plush grass, Jane stopped paying attention to the boys and the rest of the world. She had no idea how long she was lost in thought, but was suddenly pulled out of it by the sound of Will's voice.

"Finding any answers up there?"

She looked over at him. He was half on his side, propped up on his elbow with legs crossed and stretched out before him not too far above her head. She noticed this about the same time she noticed the discomfort in her neck from lack of support and slid herself back to use his entwined calves as a pillow.

"Not yet...but I'll keep looking" she smiled up at him. She was happy for the first time that night. It was beautiful out, she felt good, she didn't feel like Will was judging her or was going to start going on about God and stuff. She was just comfortable. As she continued to look up at the sky she became vaguely aware that the other two boys were gone and that it was probably close to 2:30 in the morning. Jane was just drunk enough to really consider this, instead she was thinking about Will's comments earlier on the dangers of washing hair too much.

"So when was the last time you washed your hair?" She asked suddenly, looking up as him with a mischievous smirk, intent on proving a point. He smiled back at her knowing that she wasn't just asking for the sake of it, but was trying to find holes in his logic.

"Probably about a week ago" Will replied simply.

"Isn't that a bit gross though, Will? I mean doesn't it get all dirty and oily and icky and...junk...?"

"No, I mean I rinse it with water and stuff, but I just think the chemicals in shampoo dry it out and too many people wash their hair too much. Mark my words, in twenty years I'll be the only one of us not bald."

She laughed and continued to pry, "Oh come on...it has to be somewhat oily and uncomfortable?"

Will sighed and sat up, scooting closer to her as she followed suit and sat up as well.

"Feel." He said simply leaning his head toward her. She laughed and gave him a begrudging look, but raised her hand toward his head anyway. As Jane ran her fingers through his black hair she noted spitefully that he was right. It wasn't oily or dirty feeling. In fact, it was soft and thick, not unlike her own hair which she washed at least once a day and treated with a variety of expensive products. This gave her an idea for a retort.

"Well it's not oily I guess, but still not as luxurious as mine which defies all of your logic. Besides, maybe you have freak hair that doesn't get gross after a day, but as for the rest of us, I think we can stick to shampoo."

Will laughed and gave a smile of concession. "Fine," he said, "I have perfect hair, you win."

She laughed back knowing he was just being a punk, but lay back down anyway this time resting her head on his thigh just above the knee for more comfort. It only took a moment for her to think of a comment to jab him with.

"I do win...but that's because I'm the one with the perfect hair, not you." Jane commented in a nonchalant tone, waiting for a witty retort as she looked up to the sky once more. It didn't come at first. Instead she felt his hand lightly brush her bangs off her forehead and run through her long auburn locks a few times.

"It's not perfect." He muttered almost to himself and he continued to stroke her hair. "It's tangled."

Along with the comfort of the grass, the calm of the night, the lateness of the hours, and of course the excess of beer, Will's hand moving through Jane's hair relaxed her into drowsiness. He gently untangled knots that had developed while they had wrestled earlier and every once in a while would lightly stroke her forehead with his thumb making her eyes even heavier. She started to say something, though not quite sure what, but Will stopped her with a quiet yet firm shhhh. So she shhh'ed and began to fall asleep. Unfortunately, the lulling was interrupted. Eddy had come out through the garage and loudly began to inquire as to the whereabouts of the other boys. He had obviously had plenty to drink as well. Jane was annoyed by his presence since he interrupted her relaxed moment of peace, but when she looked at Will's face she noticed he was annoyed too. It suddenly dawned on her what he had been doing and the image Eddy had seen when he walked out. Oh this will be fun to deal with later...Will's look of frustration vanished quickly as he sat up straighter and told Eddy the boys were in playing video games. Jane watch as Eddy nodded and left then looked back to Will.

"We should probably go in. I think it's going to rain." He said looking up and away from her. He was right actually. Tiny drops of water had begun to fall. They went into the garage and Jane sprawled out across the old couch pondering Will's affectionate touch and how she had failed to notice it.

Will's voice once again interrupted her deep thoughts. "Are you going to sleep here tonight?"

"Well there is no way I can drive home right now." She replied. He just nodded and started to go into the house.

"Wait!" she said with a bit more force than she had meant to. "Are you going to sleep now? I figured we would stay up and talk some more?" And she honestly had, she wasn't expecting anything from him, but had just felt like he wasn't ready for sleep either. He hesitated for a few moments before mumbling something about "I'll be right back." then disappeared into the house. Jane's thoughts floated back to Eddy. What would he say? What would she say back? Maybe she wouldn't have to deal with it. Another guy in the group pet her hair all the time as a long-standing joke. Perhaps this was equally harmless. Perhaps....





Surprises



"Sorry for the stop," she started softly. "I just want to be sure that you are sure you want to proceed." Even as she said the words she knew it was ridiculous. At the point of course he would say yes, he wouldn't even think about it.

"I'm sure." He groaned as he let his head fall back in frustration. Jane's smile grew. She liked that she had this effect on him. She gazed at him intently for a moment then nodded. He was still pressed against the back of the couch trying to take up as little space as possible to accommodate her body. She appreciated Will's consideration, but had other ideas. Grabbing his forearms lightly she coaxed him closer, guiding his body until he was lying flat on his back taking up the whole couch. He gave her a mischievous grin when it dawned on him that this way the only place for her was on top of him.

Jane was excited and amazed at the new sensation of being understood without words. She laughed inwardly thinking of that dumbass Eddy that was currently in the basement. With him she had to practically spell out and yell out anything she wanted for him to get it. Not Will. Not this sexy man underneath her. She flattened out across his body and met his mouth for another luscious kiss. She could feel his muscles tense as she ran her hands over his arms, down his sides, and on the outsides of his hips. She paused there letting her thumbs sneak lightly under the seam of his shorts. He pressed his pelvis into her, making her very aware of the strong erection pleading to be released. She was more than happy to oblige at this point. She sat up once more, this time pulling slowly away from his kiss keeping eye contact as she inched down until she was straddling his right knee with hers. She broke the gaze and stole a glance down with the swelling in his shorts. She looked back up at him. He was still staring at her eyes as she reached down and lifted his shirt up and leaned down to plant a firm kiss on his sternum. She pushed the shirt up further until he got the hint and removed it completely allowing her and her mouth full access to his upper half. Again he raised his pelvis toward her begging for attention. As Jane concentrated most of her attention on placing kisses along his collar bone and over his nipples, she appeased him by pressing a palm on his lower belly...just above where he really wanted it. Their breathing intensified as their bodies got to know each other. Will's hands ran all along her sides, involuntarily squeezing now and again when he particularly liked a kiss she applied. But still, his now shockingly hard member screamed for attention. He groaned in discomfort making Jane realize she had teased him long enough.

She leaned back again trailing her hands down, reaching his shorts and pulling them down as well finally releasing his large manhood. He drew in a fast deep breath as she slowly wrapped all ten fingers around his length and applied firm pressure for a moment before releasing completely. Smiling, she lightly ran her finger nails along the engorged vein while using her other thumb to run small firm circles over the pre-cum-moistened tip of his cock. Finally he closed his eyes which had been locked on her and her movements. Jane felt another playful urge and took the opportunity to surprise him. Before he got a chance to open his eyes and see what was coming, she lowered her mouth onto him and sucked lightly. His whole body jolted in blissful shock. He had not been expecting this. Still enveloping him with her wet lips, she looked up into his wide eyes. After a moment of staring into them she flicked her tongue across the ridge of the head and blew lightly. Jane was surprised too as she did so. Usually she did this just to please her partner, but with Will she wanted to taste him. She wanted her mouth on him. He was obviously enjoying it too. As she moved her mouth up and down his cock, sucking and licking, Will sucked in quick, deep breaths and blew them out slowly. Each time he did Jane's excitement intensified because she knew he did this to keep from being loud...he didn't want anyone walking in and interrupting. Jane couldn't agree more.

As she pleasured him she could feel the wetness between her legs became more and more noticeable. Her own need was growing. Will once again read her mind. At that moment, he took her hands in his own and gently pulled her upward. Once again he surprised her by kissing her. No other guy had wanted to kiss her after oral, but Will was obviously not one of those guys. They continued kissing deeply while their bodies moved together and their hands searched, rubbed, and touched. She felt his strong fingers undo her jeans and begin slowly easing them down. Jane had to use all of her self-control to keep from kicking out of them and pulling Will into her. She took a deep breath and allowed him to lovingly tease her. He looked into her eyes and smiled at her and he caressed her now bare hips and ass.

"Having fun?" he whispered with a soft laugh and brushed her bangs away from her face. Jane didn't answer. She slowed her breathing while she studied his face, ignoring for a moment the aching need growing with in her body. He was truly beautiful. For what seemed like hours they gazed at each other saying nothing. She was so lost in the moment that when she felt two of his fingers plunge between her legs she cried out in ecstasy. Immediately he shushed her and glanced at the door looking for any indication that someone had heard her. They both began to giggle, but hers quickly turned into short breaths in response to his searching fingers now moving in and out. She moved with him as his thumb drew tight firm circles over her clit causing her already pleasure-filled body to become completely overwhelmed. She drew him in closer and reached down to massage his still-hard member. It felt so good to want to please him the way he was her. She knew it was a bad idea, but she wanted more. She needed more!

It was like he had read her mind. He quickly kissed her lips once more then sat up pulling her beneath him. After only a moment's hesitation in which he adjusted her hips toward him, he thrust into her dripping wet pussy causing her to moan loudly. Again he shushed her as he kissed her neck and face all the while moving in and out at a slow pace. She matched his movements trying to focus on every little feeling of bliss his powerful cock gave her. She squeezed her body tight around him and relished in the friction and his look of shared pleasure. As Will began to increase the pace he fucker harder and harder, hitting every place inside of Jane that needed to be touched. She could feel a powerful orgasm building inside her and knew it wouldn't be long for either of them. In an odd moment of clarity she realized she didn't want him to come inside her without a condom, but didn't not want that either. An idea came to her just as he readjusted creating an open space between them. She reached down and began rubbing her clit as his long member pumped in and out. He groaned with pleasure at the sight of this, but because of his adjustment was out of danger of coming for a few minutes. Jane had no such time. Only a few circles of fingered pressure on her sensitive clitoris was enough. Spasms of pure ecstasy ran up and down her whole body as her orgasm came to its peak within her. No longer caring who heard she moaned and cried out Will's name as he continued to fuck her convulsing pussy. He wasn't slowing down and even pushed harder causing a second climax to take over.

Legs shaking, eyes watering Jane weakly pushed him away fearing that her body wouldn't be able to handle another and still be able to do what she wanted to do. He laid back, pulling her arms toward him so she was now the one sitting up. Good. This helped her out. Jane took a few deep breaths and lunged forward onto him, first kissing him deeply then wasting no time in moving her mouth down once more onto his wet cock. He drew in a quick breath showing his surprise. Jane shivered in pleasure as she tasted her own juices mixed with his precum -- just what she needed for encouragement. She sucked and licked and rubbed his shaft with her firm fingers harder and faster with each of his groans. She placed her fingers in a circle around the base of his cock just as she felt him nearing the moment of truth. While her tight fingers held him at bay, her mouth enveloped his entire manhood until he felt her throat. For a moment she lifted her head away from him to look in his eyes. His expressing was one of pure tortured bliss, begging for her to finish him. She smiled mischievously just before placing her wet mouth on his tender head and releasing her grip on his shaft.

"Ohhhh FUCK Jane!!" he yelled as spurts of hot cum filled her eager mouth. She sucked and swallowed greedily rubbing her hands all over his cock and surrounding body. Jane did not remove her mouth from him until his arched back sunk back onto the couch and she was sure she had swallowed every last drop. With one last lick from his balls to base to shaft to head, she reached her goal -- giving him as much pleasure as he had given her. She managed to pull herself up so their bodies matched and her still wet womanhood was pressed to his hip. He leaned up slightly and kissed her before they both gave into exhaustion.





Surprises Await at the Video X-tacy



We sit in the waiting room filled with the quiet white noise that so often accompanies such places.  I look at you to see if you are nervous, but you are reading intently.  You are intent on things when you set your mind to it, that is kinda how it all got started.  We've often talked about my adult theater and gloryhole fantasies quite a lot, but I'm not really sure why they stick in my head so fervently even when I know they don't turn you on much.  I guess when I came with you to New York to see your friend graduate, you felt like you owed me something since I had to miss my friend's party.  That night, though,  I believe your exact words were, "What do you say we do something naughty?"  And I'd never turn something like that down.

You were wearing comfortable jeans and black long sleeve shirt, fit but not tight.  Your trim body glowed when you smiled at me and said that we could check out an adult theater and then come back to the hotel for some "special loving," as I believe you termed it.  I gave you a kiss and rubbed my hand up your front over your chest, a perfect handful each of your breasts are, so nice to cup.  I felt that you were wearing the see-through bra, and couldn't wait to see it later.

Of course, it almost didn't go any farther.  The first place we went to, Pleasure Dream, was a dive.  Aside from the foul smell, there were some sketchy types in there.  I could tell you were annoyed that you had consented to this.  You hung in there, though, as we made our way to Video Xtacy.  

The place was a small with a bright store in the front.  Books, movies, condoms, dildos, blow-up dolls, all the usual rif-raf that fills such places.  We scanned through the video section to see if there was anything interesting, aside from the usual Hollywood fake sex drivel.  "Come on," I said and led us to the counter where we payed what looked to be a teenage boy - how did he ever get a job here? - for tickets into the theater.  

Walking over to the theater I looked around.  There was a couple, probably late twenties, looking through the lingerie.  To the left was a large black man, walking with a slight limp, scanning the movies.  He looked to be in his thirties and wore a faded baseball jacket.  A chubby guy, married by the ring, and wearing a dirty white t-shirt looked through the magazines.  Then it grew dark at the entrance, and once we opened it and stepped in we couldn't see anything except the blonde on the screen giving a blow-job.  I wanted to stand and get my bearings, and my night vision, but I could tell you were nervous as you pulled at me and moved to find a seat.  We sat a few rows back in the old, damaged chairs in the first spot we could find without vision.  I put my arm around you and turned to the front, where the busty actress was now turned on all fours tilting her ass towards a black man's cock behind her.  The camera zoomed in as he placed his cock on her ass and began to press.  His cock slid in, she moaned, and my cock began to rise.  Apparently you liked it too, because I felt your left hand reach slowly up my thigh, and then to my surprise, your fingers to my zipper.  With some awkwardness, I guess you didn't want to be too obvious, you extracted my member and wrapped your soft and warm hand around it.  I leaned back and towards you a little, and reached my left hand across to rub down your neck and to your chest, where we both stayed, locked, tense, watching intently as the blonde actress moaned monotonously at the black cock pumping her behind and the red cock in her mouth.  It seemed like a long time we stayed like that, my mind quickly wandered to images of you on the screen instead of the actress with your silky brown hair falling in the way of the red cock and the black man enjoying his cock deep in your bum, only your moans would be ferverish squeals and ohhs, muffled every time the man in front of you dove his cock into your mouth.  I don't know what was going through your mind, but when you started to gently move around, almost rhythmical, I knew it must be good.  Then suddenly you jerked, zipped me up, stood up and pulled me with you.  

I could tell as we walked towards the door, now that my eyes were adjusted, that there were 10 or so guys in there, although I couldn't seem them well.  Their eyes watched us as we walked out, I'm not sure if you noticed that.  When we stepped out the door we were immediately blinded and stopped momentarily.  The bathroom was right there, so you stepped towards it and said, "just a quick moment."  As I waited I took in the scene again.  The large black man and the kid behind the counter were talking and laughing, although they both looked over towards me now and again.  A punky looking guy, probably early 20's with a baseball cap came out of the theater long enough to see that I was standing there by the bathroom, but then turned around and went back in.  There was a second chubby, married looking guy replacing the one that was at the magazines before.  He wore a blue polo shirt and faded jeans. 

As I stood there I planned my wording, and when you came out I carefully asked, "Before we go, I'd be interested in checking out the peep booths.  We can just step in for a second and then head back home for you know what," and ended it with a big smile.

"Lets just go, O.K.?"

"Please... I'll give you an extra-special back rub when we get back."

You sized me up for a few seconds and then consented.  With a woohoo I lead us to the counter again.  The large black man emanated an annoyed feeling, I guess because we interrupted their conversation, until I asked for tokens for the booths, at which point he stopped and looked you over, from top, down to your toes and then back up, lingering for a moment at your mid-section.  I don't know if you noticed that or not either, but I bet you did notice that as we walked away towards the peeps, he followed a short distance back.  

"What are you thinking about," you interrupt my thoughts and bring me back to the smell of industrial cleaners and that silent noise in the waiting room.  I get a sensation of the blue and lightness of the place in comparison to the heavy feeling of the adult theater.  

"That night," I answer, "what about you?"

"That night," and you smile.  "I was thinking about the greasy black man that followed us back there," and I smile at the strange timing we have together, even in our thoughts, "he worried me."

"Yea, I figured he might."  But we had quickly turned the corner into the peeps and been assaulted with a completely different environment.  It was dim, but not as dark as the theater.  The walls and hallway were unfinished, or covered in cheap fake wood grain.  At the end of the first short section was a display with the box covers that were currently playing in the peeps.  I skipped it in favor of quickly moving towards a booth, to the left. As we turned the corner there was a guy at the end of the hall, heavy set but not fat.  Probably in his forties given the grey tint to his hair.  I seem to recall he was wearing a leather jacket and dark sunglasses, even though it was dim, although I'm not sure about the latter as I only got a glimpse before I ducked us into a peep on the right.  I closed and locked the door behind us and you moved close to me, probably scared as I fumbled around trying to get the peep started.  When I finally found the token machine and dropped one in the TV popped to life, slowly at first, small and blurry, then growing to fill the screen.  The sounds of another monotonous woman started up and I lifted your hand to the channel button.

"Find us something," I suggested and moved around behind you.  As you flipped channels I ran my hands to your waist.  You skip quickly past a buzz cut hunk giving head to another overly built man with a mean look on his face as I squeezed the soft part between your ribs and your hips.  A channel of static and I ran my hands up to your shoulders.  A man sitting on the edge of a jacuzzi with a tremendously long skinny member being sucked fervently by a young-looking brunette and I ran my left hand down towards your chest as my right gently caressed the back of your neck.  A large hipped woman rides atop a man as a red haired woman licks at the junction of their sexes and I pulled your long, loose hair back and to one side.  Finally, you settle on the last channel, a closeup from between a woman's legs as two cocks ravish her, each pumping side by side but on different targets as I settled my lips to your neck and my left hand back to those breasts of yours that drive me crazy.  I find that you must be turned on because you turn to kiss me, and that leads to more touching, and that leads to zippers zipping.  Soon I discovered two little surprises, each giving my cock a pump of fresh blood, hardening it, raising my desires as it rises to your hand.  First, you have worn those red lace thong panties, the ones that are pretty much just for show, as they don't really cover anything.  But my second surprise is that they are already warm and wet at just the right spot when I make my first trepid voyage down there with my right hand.  I cannot resist and I say, "I want you," between the deep breaths that have begun.  I step back and look at you, smiling and moving gently, your pants open but on and red lace showing through.  I turn and drop another couple of tokens into the machine and then turn back to two new surprises, each one making my heart pump harder, my cock throb a little more.  You are lifting your shirt over your head, your nipples just showing through the see-through cloth of your bra, pushed flat underneath.  I smile as you take a look at the woman on the screen, moaning loudly now with three cocks rubbing inside her from all possible sides.  It is then that I notice, behind your hips on the wall, a small hole, a gloryhole to be precise, and this one is filled w/ an eye behind glasses, an eye straining to look diagonally upwards at your now almost bare top.  Gently, but firmly, reach up and put my hand on the back of your neck, pull you towards me, then push simultaneously w/ my other hand, rotating you around.  I move my right hand from your neck to your face as you turn, covering your eyes softly by the time you are facing the eye.  My left hand starts on your stomach, runs up over your right breast, lingering just momentarily, then sliding down into your panties.  I feel your warm, short trimmed curly pubic hair, the moistness down below.  I reach back up but backwards and run my hand to the clasp on your back.  With only slight fumbling, my right hand now squeezing your temples around your eyes gently, I release your bra with my left.  My eyes are riveted on the opposing eye, just a single one, as my left hand runs the bra straps off your shoulders, left then right.  You hunch slightly, then arch back up into me in a seductive way, giving our voyeur plenty of time to take in your soft belly, curved hips, and those breasts.  I tweak your nipples gently to make them poke back out, to make them stand at attention, but then I hesitate.

"Are you nervous?" I ask.  Both then, and now.  Right now, sitting beside me in the waiting room chairs, you just shrug and quickly return to your thoughts.  I let it slide.  Back then you said, "Yes."  Then I got lost, a little, in my thoughts.  Confused, perhaps.  I'm dying with lust now, I thought to myself, sensing the lust in the stranger behind the wall, wanting, wanting.  Like a flash flood streaming down, unstoppable, but I knew I must be careful, not let you get scared, not let the reality, the dirtiness, the trashiness get in the way.  I didn?t know how to let you know, or if you would find it sleazy and want to go home.  I guess I stopped for too long, you squirm free and turn to me as I consider how, if, to let you know.  We kiss, then you suddenly stop and jump just a little.  I see his arm recede, quickly replaced by the eye.  You look at me wide eyed, the moment tensed.


But then you soften again, slowly, and say, "This for you."  You give me a quick kiss, then turn and face the eye.  You hold its gaze as you run your hands over your chest, down your belly, then push your jeans down.  Your hands flow back up, one moves onto that moist place, the other reaches back and finds my cock, leaking greatly in anticipation.  I think I may be the luckiest man in the world right now, that you'd do this for me.  My fantasy, however strange, for a stranger to enjoy your luscious self.  You step forward and his hand comes back through, quickly dispensing the wet, red fabric to the side in favor of pushing his fingers inside of you.  I kneel down behind you and help you pull one leg of your jeans off and you step your left leg up onto the chair beside the hole.  I can smell the sex down here, the years of manly juices caked onto every surface with only obligatory cleanings.  I pull you down with me, guide your right breast to the hole.  I see his fingers, shiny, moisten your nipple.  He tweaks hard, unkind, and then his fingers are gone, replaced by his tongue.  I edge you forward and see that there is a mouth and teeth behind the tongue.  He bites the nipple repeatedly, too hard I think.  I look at your face and you seem in limbo.  No longer writhing.  Not smiling, not frowning, just there.  From behind I slip my cock between your legs and quickly push in.  I feel my cock throb as your warmth surrounds it.  I try to break your thoughts with a kiss to your face and you push your hips back into me, your breasts move away and the eye returns as your breasts sway to the beat of our movement.  

I take a finger, upturned, and curl it towards us in front of the hole and the eye disappears, quickly replaced by a dark, uncircumcised cock.  Like a sex toy, poking out of the wall, motionless but softer, with a scent all to itself.  I place your right hand on it and you stroke, slowly, but hesitate for more.  You get up suddenly, grab your purse and dig around, pulling out a condom.  You hand it to me, then place a couple more tokens in the machine, which is long dead by now.  I quickly extract the condom and cover the dildo, making it safe.  With intent precision, you turn around and push your rear towards it, guide it in as I watch from my knees.  

For minutes I watch, like a spectator, but different.  Entranced, horny, with mixed emotions.  My hand is between your legs, feeling this stranger, this cock as it rubs into your personals, hardens, enjoys you.  I close my eyes and think about the stranger, getting this chance to fuck a stranger, a new girl, a beautiful, sexy woman.  I think that he is probably wishing that he was in this booth, feeling you entirely, not just your sex, but enjoying it anyhow.  I look at you, wonder what you are thinking.  Is this all for me?  Do you enjoy it at all?  Will this ever happen again?  Your face is empty, no clues for me.  I step up and kiss you, but my hand is glued, I want to take in the feeling of every pump, every movement, every time that strange cock slides inside of you.  You are not as wet now, but wet enough.  

"This feeling, of a cock sliding inside of you, feeling so good, I believe it is going to haunt my fantasies for years to come." I mutter.  Haunt is probably not the right word, I'll enjoy these fantasies, I'll think back to this time,  I'll take it in from every angle, I'll pretend I'm that stranger, getting very lucky.  As I masturbate, or have sex with you, I'll be inside his head, pretending.  I feel his cock begin to throb and I move my fingers to underneath where soon I feel it coursing in, through the bottom.  I know he is filling the condom right now.  He is probably grunting, face contorted, probably fantasizing, I bet, that there is no condom, and that his juice is filling in that space between your legs.  

The cock quickly disappears.  No body parts replace it this time.  At least for a few moments.  As I pull you close, kiss you, tell you thank you what must be a million times, I hear him open the next booth's door and leave.  The door closes again and very shortly another eye now joins us.  No glasses this time, and black skin around the..

"Susan Pedro," interrupting my thoughts.  The lady in a white coat calls.  Blue, lightness, fluorescent humming fills back in the spaces.  I look at you quickly and you return my glance.

"Was it worth it?" I ask you.  You give me one of those intent looks and then get up.  As you leave with the attendant I think about that intent look.  See, that is just it, you were intent that night, because that is when it happened.  The other part, the one that I'll fantasize on for the rest of my life.  It happened something like this, although it went so fast I'm not sure I have it all right:

After dildo man one finished, we hugged and kissed a little, until you decided it was time.  Suddenly you turned, bent over and pushed your hips back into me.  You reached between your legs to guide me, I do love that feeling of your hands rubbing over my balls as I rock, deeper, warmer, then shallow, and back.  You moaned just a little bit then.  After a short while I guess eye #2 got tired of waiting and was quickly replaced with a black cock.  It was medium hard, bent over but mostly straight.  I didn't think much at first but you seemed to instinctively place your left hand on it.  Our rocking moved it around a little and he responded quickly, thickening, hardening, until we both stopped to look at it, bulging out from your hand, too big around for your fingers to touch.  I reached out to feel of it, you looked back at me with an impressed look.  But you were still rocking, just a little.

"Try it," I urged, thinking about what it might feel like for you to take such a fat cock.  

"O.K., but find me a condom."  I fumbled for a while, not having any luck.  You looked at me impatient.

"Just put it in for a moment bareback, " I joked.  But you took the bait.  Like I said, you were intent.

You stepped up, facing it, lifted your left leg onto the chair and I saw you place it there.  I think it may have gotten bigger at that moment, when it touched your warm crotch.  I had, actually, finally just found a condom, but I moved closer and watched.  Kneeling beside you, I saw your foreskin stretch.  It took several times, until his cock was wet with your juices, before you actually got it in.  When it slipped past your lips, I heard you gasp just a little.  Your face was grimaced, although I couldn't tell if it was good or bad.  As it started, slowly at first, pumping in, then out, then in, I heard a little noise from you.  Somewhat of a cross between a whimper and a moan of sexual enjoyment.  Your hand was still down there, pressing and rubbing against the area above where this other man enjoyed you.  I reached in to feel, which is when you saw I had a condom.  You pulled off and we struggled together to put it on him.  With ferver this time, you let me slide him back inside you, your face tensed and he started pumping.  

"Be loud," I whispered.  

"Ohhhhh ....  Ahhhh," you replied just right.  I think you were close then, already, I could tell you wanted it, even if you hadn't of called, "Fuck" right then.  I wondered how loud you'd have to be before he heard.  Before the other waiting guys heard.  

I waited a while, my hand feeling him, entering you tight, stretching your sex.  Then I stood behind you and pulled you off.  I wanted to fuck you some too.  I slid in easily from behind, felt how you had expanded for him.  I reached around and felt his cock.

"You like it?" I ask.

"I want it inside of me," you reply, "I want you to cum inside of me too."  You reply.

"Fuck him.  I'll tell you when he comes."

You smile and ask, "How will you know?"

I'm really turned on now.  My head is spinning, my cock throbbing.  I say something kinda crazy, "I can tell when he throbs, then I can feel his cum flowing through underneath his cock, driving deep up inside of you.  Filling you, " and because I've really lost it, "Then, after that I can see some of his white juice flow out as he pulls his bareback cock outward, only to disappear again as he pumps back in, filling you again."




Surprises Await at the Video X-tacy



"Ohhhh.  Tell me when he comes."

What possesses me?  What possesses you?  I've pulled his condom off.  

"I'll tell you right when his jism squirts inside of you," I say as I drop to my knees.  I watch you grab his cock, rub it once before pushing it back in.  I know you know, you rubbed it, looked at it, but you are moaning now, louder, with a shrill to it, an edge of pain.  

"Louder," I cry.  And you do.  I know he can hear now.  You are cumming, but you keep going, louder.  I'm sure everyone can hear.  My hand on the junction, I fantasize myself on the other side of that wall, about to fill up a strange but sexy woman with my cum.  My head spins, you scream, practically.  My fantasy black cock throbs.  "Now" I yell and you moan back a positive response.

And there it is, the next pump outwards, the image I can still clearly picture in my head.  The image I picture every single time we have sex, or I masturbate now, that incredible moment.  Your sex, stretched to wide wide, juices practically dripping down your leg, his cock moving in the outward direction, this time with a little fleck of white cum on the side.  Disappearing quickly back inside of you.  In solid, quick motion, but somehow frozen in my head, that little fleck of cum, your sore lips, and the way you sounded, high pitched, shrill, immediate and uncontrollable.  Pumping for a strangely longer time still, then slower, softer, lower pitched.  Then a tremendous sigh, a pause, and finally, he recedes.

You turn towards me and I spread your legs a little.  You are still open slightly, a little red, very wet.  I watch for a moment, waiting for the last little prize, which comes, surely, slowly, then quickly dripping down your right leg.  I move my head in and smell the mixtures of your sexes.  I lick and taste both your strong, sweet feminine flavor and his salty, thick cum.  

It only takes a moment for me to stand up and add my cum, even though you are stretched wide.  I tell you when I come and you give a little half sigh, half moan.  

A tap on my shoulder and I hear the quite murmur in the waiting room.  I look up and see that you have returned.  Your smile tells me all I need to know.  You give me a kiss and say, "Lets get out of here."

As we are leaving, you give me my last little surprise.

"Yes, it was worth it."



Surprises in Miami



Mary and Tim sat in the gate area of LaGuardia airport waiting for their flight to Miami. In their late thirties the couple looked to be on the attractive side of average. Mary's killer body wasn't apparent in the oversized sweatshirt she wore and her long well shaped legs didn't show in her seated position and jeans. She was 5'7" and about 115lbs. Of course, after 5 years of marriage Tim knew Mary's body well. He loved her 34C tits, narrow waist and beautifully shaped long legs. He was looking forward to his business trip with the knowledge that his sexy wife would be waiting for him at the hotel after each day's boring meetings and seminars. He was especially keyed up for sex; Mary had denied him sex for several days saying she wanted him well rested and horny for their trip. She'd made it clear that she expected they'd have lots of sex on their trip.

Mary waited for the nearest seat in the lounge area to be vacated. She checked the area again to confirm their privacy. In a hushed voice Mary told Tim that she had a unique gift planned for his 39th birthday which was the next day. She said it was an 'interactive' gift to be enjoyed over their three days in Miami. Mary whispered, "Your gift is sexual. There will be a different sexual focus for each day; taken together that will be your birthday gift. The theme for each day will be up to me. You'll be invited to enjoy certain sexual treats but other things may be off limits. I trust you're okay with my taking control and dictating how we'll enjoy sex each day?"

Tim smiled and replied, "Yes, of course. I'm fine with that."

Mary then continued in a whisper, "Here's a little tease to set the mood and give you something to think about on the flight. Over the past 10 to 15 years young women began to shave their Venus Mounds and pussies. I resisted. I felt adventurous doing a trim so I could wear a bikini without hair showing.

"When I last went out with my girl friends several women were talking about shaving their legs and intimate areas. Two thirty- five year olds were advocating the bald look. It got me thinking that I've been pretty conservative and maybe I should try shaving myself. One word led to another and the women spoke of the benefits of waxing over shaving. I learned of a classy waxing salon that several women used for their legs and more. So... for your birthday I decided to get a Brazilian wax- I assume you know what 'getting a Brazilian' means. I'm totally smooth and exposed for you. Happy Birthday."

"Wow! I can't wait to see and touch you," said Tim.

Mary replied, "I'm glad. I had it done yesterday and it hurt like hell but I've been turned on ever since then. I feel very exposed. By the way, there's really only one way you can fully appreciate the effect. It'll also pay me back a little for the pain. After we get to the hotel room and unpack I'm going to take a quick shower and put on something sexy. You're going to shave. We're going to bed and in a short time I expect to be kneeling over your face. You're going explore my naked pussy with your mouth and give me a huge orgasm-maybe two.

"You can think about that for the next three hours." She paused and then added, "Based on the bulge in your pants it's pretty clear you like this part of your present; I knew you would. Telling you about it has gotten me aroused too; it's a shame it's such a long flight."

Tim smiled with recognition. He said he loved his present and couldn't wait to unwrap it.

When the couple arrived at their Miami hotel room Tim couldn't wait to see and feel Mary's smooth Venus Mound. She pushed him away and told him to slow down- reminding him that she was in charge of the sexual aspects of the next few days. She wanted to shower and put on something sexier. She also insisted that he shave saying there was no way his five o'clock shadow was going to rub on her newly waxed flesh. Reluctantly, Tim agreed and helped unpack while Mary grabbed some lingerie and disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged wearing a silk robe over high heels, he went in to shave.

Tim returned- naked with his half hard cock leading the way. Mary gestured for him to stop about 5 feet away from her. She said, "I told you about my waxed pussy because its part of your present and I obviously couldn't keep it a secret. You can enjoy it over the next few days. It's not, however, the theme of the day. In fact, I have a second treat that I'm going to reveal in a minute; it's also not the theme of the day. Again, this is a treat I'll offer you each day but it's not today's major gift.

"I know how you obsess about my breasts and nipples. You always love to fondle my tits and suck on my nipples. You tell me how soft and sexy my C cup tits are and how you could play with them for hours. Right? Do I have your attention?" Tim nodded that she did.

Mary continued, "You'll remember the clear silicon nipple suckers called "Supple Nips" you bought last year. We played with them once and they seemed to stretch my nipples more than any of our other toys. Can you visualize my nipples that evening; they were about 3/4 inch long in the clear suction cups? You really enjoyed their swollen length when we released them." She smiled at Tim in a sexy way, and continued, "Well, as a part of your present, I've brought the Supple Nip cups along for this trip. I'll be using them every day for about 10 minutes. For today, I started about 10 minutes ago." Mary opened her robe and pushed it off her shoulders revealing her breasts with a 1" tall silicon cup sticking out boldly on top of each nipple.

Tim's eyes were drawn to Mary's nipples but he also couldn't resist dropping them to her naked Venus Mound. He'd never seen her without pubic hair. His eyes flicked up and down- not wanting to miss either of his treats. In addition to staring at those specific areas of interest Tim took in his wife's overall hourglass shape and well shaped legs. He told her she looked great. Tim then stepped forward to get a better look at his wife's nipples. Mary's nipples filled the transparent suction cups and looked obscenely big. Tim caressed each breast from the sides and below as he studied the swollen nipples. He also lowered a hand to caress her Mound and insinuated two fingers between her legs without penetrating her pussy. He was feeling up her outer lips for the first time. Mary moaned as his fingers skimmed over her sensitive flesh.

Mary told Tim he could remove the suction cups. This re-focused his attention on her chest. He brought his face in close to get a good look. Mary gasped softly as his fingers worked the cups off first one nipple and then the other. "They're very sensitive," murmured Mary. "Suck on me- gently."

Her nipples were moist and glistened in the light since Mary had oiled them for the cups. His hand fondled one breast and his mouth descended on the other. Each nipple was much larger than usual. The nipple in Tim's mouth seemed to swell even more with the gentlest suction. It wasn't totally hard but its gumdrop size was very exciting. Tim made a small noise of approval. Mary moaned softly with arousal. Tim loved causing his wife to react; it was an affirmation that he was giving her pleasure. He held her right breast firmly and brought his mouth to its tip-using his hand to keep her breast exactly where he wanted it. He enveloped the area around the nipple sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as possible. He then allowed her flesh to slowly escape from his mouth until only the nipple remained between his lips. Using his teeth and tongue he explored her swollen nipple and Mary moaned with excitement. After awhile he released her breast from his hand and caressed her other breast. He told her how much he loved her swollen nipples and closed his mouth over the other one- giving it the same intense attention with his mouth. Mary's excitement was obvious; she gasped frequently as Tim's lips, tongue and teeth teased her sensitive nubs.

Meanwhile, Tim's free hand had dropped to cradle Mary's Venus Mound. She pressed against his hand and ground against it. He loved the new sensation of feeling her soft flesh without its protective hair. Mary's body language said that she liked the feeling too. For Tim, it was incredibly sexy to visualize going down on her for the first time in her new condition. He guessed that she was probably thinking the same thing since she'd already said she wanted his mouth on her. His cock throbbed.



After a few minutes of Tim's attention to her nipples and vaginal lips Mary's arousal over powered her and she climaxed. As her body shook she reached up to his shoulders to push Tim's head away, saying, "You have to leave them alone for now- they're too sensitive. Get on the bed and I'll tell you a little more about your birthday present.



"Lie down on your back and get ready to worship my pussy. As I've told you it's been prepared specially for you at some significant discomfort for me." Tim lay back and Mary crawled over him straddling his waist. He stared up at her- awed by the sight of her large breasts topped by angry nipples still wet with his saliva.



Mary cradled her breasts in her hands in a manner she knew turned Tim on and continued, "My breasts are available to you anytime on this trip- except for times like this. You've said your meetings end between 12 and 1 o'clock each day. If you'll call me when you're about 20 minutes from the hotel I'll put the suction cups on. You can then remove them and enjoy my nipples at their biggest and most sensitive. My waxed pussy will also be available for your mouth and hands whenever you want.

"Now let me explain your real gift. There are some limits that you have to accept. The limits relate to sexual penetration. Listen carefully. You can't have everything all at once. Each day you'll receive a new part of me as another part of your present. Today is 'Anal Sex Day.' You can have my ass anytime you want it today- but only my ass. You can enjoy my waxed pussy on the outside but penetration for today is only in my ass. Okay?"

"Yes, of course. I can use my fingers, right? You're only restricting my cock."

Mary smiled and replied, "Yes. Your mouth and fingers are welcome. In fact, I'm looking forward to them."

Mary paused and the continued, "When I went into the bathroom before, I lubed my ass for you. I'll keep it lubed for the rest of the day as best I can so it'll be ready whenever you might want to slip your hard cock in. For today consider it as my very tight pussy. Getting into my ass is usually a rare treat that depends on my being in the right mood, extra effort for having the lube handy and the act of lubing me. For today, my ass is yours for the taking any time. It's pre-lubed and anxious to be fucked. Okay?"

"Obviously, that sounds great."

"Now, before you enjoy my ass you should get to know my newly waxed pussy. It deserves some loving attention. I hope you'll enjoy the new look and feel. I've found it very erotic."

Mary moved up on Tim's body and gestured for him to move his arms so that she could straddle his head. She moved so that her thighs bracketed Tim's head and her pussy was a few inches above his face. She leaned forward and reached out to use the headboard for support. Spreading her knees she then lowered her pussy to just above his mouth saying, "Do you like my new look?"

Tim replied, "It really does look different. I love it." His words were cut off as her soft flesh smothered his mouth. His hands grabbed Mary's hips and pushed her down a little so that he could breathe. His lips and tongue explored the folds of Mary's lips. He wished his tongue was longer- he'd really like to fuck her well with it.

Mary loved the new sensations being hairless provided. In a voice that was strained with passion she told Tim that she'd never felt his tongue so much. Her passionate moans and groans were sprinkled with some guidance –telling him in a word or two the places and tongue movements that felt the best. Mary was soon building to a sexual climax with her body pressing against her lover's mouth but otherwise out of her control. She was overwhelmed by her orgasm and felt like a ragdoll as every ounce of strength seemed to pass from her body. With extra effort she raised her hips from Tim's face and whispered, "No more. Thank you." She then awkwardly moved off of his body and lay down on the bed exhausted.

Mary slowly moved down on the bed and hugged Tim saying that her discomfort during the waxing had been worthwhile. She told him the waxing should keep her hair-free for two to three weeks and his mouth was welcome to explore her anytime. In a small voice Mary then said, "I'd guess your cock might want to bury itself in my ass right now. My ass is yours but I'm afraid I might not be too active a participant. I'm a little drained at the moment." After kissing Mary passionately for a few minutes, Tim rolled her onto her side and guided his cock into her exquisite ass. It was tight but so well lubed that he could slip right in. He said, "Wow. Having you pre-lubed is great. Pausing to open the lube and apply it is always disruptive. Just sliding in is great. Thinking of you prepping it for me is also hot."

Needless to say, Tim didn't last long. He told Mary how tight she felt as he grabbed her hips and used them to control his thrusts. Mary grunted as he pushed in as deep as possible. He erupted after less than a minute and told Mary her ass was just too good. She reminded him that he could come back later and perhaps last longer.

Later in the day Tim revisited Mary's breasts. He also made an up close inspection of Mary's vaginal area both visually and with his fingers. He told Mary how sexy it was that she'd had herself waxed and how great she felt. He also fucked her ass again and was able to enjoy it for a longer time.

When it was clear from the late hour that Tim was done sexually for the day, Mary said, "Tomorrow is your birthday. It's also 'Blowjob Day.' Anytime you want, my mouth is at your service. You can put your cock in my mouth- soft or hard- and I'll do my best to pleasure you. Of course, I'll be using my hands on you as well; you've always loved my magic fingers. I should mention that my ass remains available. I'll lube it for you anytime you want or you can do it. In case that wasn't clear from what I said earlier, your daily present will be cumulative for the three days of our stay. Each day you can penetrate something new that I've planned as the theme of the day or you can enjoy anything from a prior day- or both until your cock can't take anymore."

On the second day Tim awoke to feel Mary's fingers toying with his cock. "Happy Birthday," she said. Run to the bathroom if you need to pee. Come right back for your first blowjob of the day. Tim's mind came fully awake and he did as instructed. He lay down on the bed and enjoyed a sensuously slow blowjob before breakfast.

During breakfast Mary said, "I've read that a blowjob is even more special when the woman sucks on a menthol cough drop just before going down on her man. I've got a box of them and will be sucking on two while I wait for you today."

He went to his business presentation but was distracted all morning by thoughts of his wife's unabashedly referring to the day as 'Blowjob Day'. She didn't routinely give him oral sex and she certainly didn't talk about it much. She'd certainly never talked of cough drops before. She'd really surprised him with "Blowjob Day." 



Tim called Mary at the end of his meeting and said he'd be back in about 15 minutes. She teased him by saying, "I have the suction cups out. It'll just take me a minute to get my bra off and then I'll put some lip balm on my nipples so the cups don't stick. You remember how my nipples slowly expand into the cups as the vacuum pulls on them, right? In just a few minutes I'll be stretching my nipples for you. It also turns me on to have them sucked on and made bigger for you. While my nipples are expanding I'll pop two cough drops in my mouth. I'll also lube my ass so you'll have easy entry into my ass if you like. It excites me to prepare myself for you; I'll be waiting. That should give you something to think about in the cab."



On his return Tim found Mary wearing an unbuttoned shirt and silk panties. He kissed her and could smell and taste menthol. She looked great. She'd put on her three inch high heels- accentuating her long legs. Her covered nipples poked against the fabric of the shirt. Pushing the shirt open Tim again marveled at the one inch high cups that seemed to barely contain Mary's stretched nipples. They'd shrink back considerably when the cups came off but he loved the obscene look of the stretched flesh. He also knew they'd stay plump for long enough that he'd be able to enjoy them with his mouth.

Tim moved toward the couch pulling Mary along with him. He sat and told her to kneel over his legs which she did. The position brought her breasts to rest just inches away from his face. He pushed the sides of the shirt back and then carefully removed the cups to reveal her big moist nubs. He then teased and toyed with Mary's swollen nipples with his mouth while his hands held her torso. Mary enjoyed his attention and became highly aroused in a few minutes. He brought a hand to her right breast and fed it to his hungry mouth more aggressively. Mary loved the rough handling and her passion grew. When Tim used the fingers on his other hand to twist and squeeze her left nipple Mary climaxed. He buried his face between her breasts and hugged her as her orgasm resolved.

Mary moved off of the couch and with Tim's help removed his pants and shorts. Her mouth enveloped Tim's erect cock and he gasped at the cooling sensation of the menthol. His body tensed. The menthol was definitely a new experience. He wasn't sure whether it was fantastic or unpleasant; it certainly was intense. In any case, he'd previously decided that he was in the mood for pounding rather than being teased. He told Mary that he didn't want to finish in her mouth. He had other plans.

Tim told Mary to stand and he rose as well. He took her hand and brought her to stand behind the upholstered chair that was only a few feet from the couch. Tim then bent Mary over the back of the chair. He told her to hold that position while he got the lube. She reminded him that she was already prepared but he said he had his own agenda. He returned and teased the outside of Mary's ass with a finger. She braced herself to feel cold lube but it never came. Instead she was shocked when Tim spread her ass cheeks and used his tongue to tease her sensitive anal opening. She'd heard the term 'rimmed' but had never had the experience. Her shock was soon replaced with passion as his attention felt extremely good to her. It was forbidden, dirty, and wildly arousing. She couldn't believe how excited she'd gotten. She was frustrated when Tim withdrew his mouth and reached for the lube but they soon both enjoyed his finger lubing her ass. She couldn't wait to be fucked. After he'd finger-fucked her ass for a minute or so he spread her cheeks a little with one hand while using his other hand to guide his cock. He told her how sexy it looked to be bringing the head of his cock to her anal circle and then to watch as it disappeared inside. Mary gasped as she felt the penetration and thought of his watching the act. Once his cock was partially inside her his hands moved to grasp her hips firmly. He used his hands to pull his body against hers burying the rest of his cock in her ass. She pushed back and moaned as his cock stretched her narrow passage. He then fucked her hard and deep in long powerful strokes using his hands to control their bodies. He loved looking down at his hands as they controlled the pace and depth of his penetration. Her hips felt great as he pistoned onto her. Mary gasped excitedly with each thrust. Tim soon exploded deep inside of her as she tried to squeeze every last drop out of him.




Surprises in Miami



An evening blowjob after a great dinner in a fancy restaurant topped off 'Blowjob Day.' Mary teased his balls with her long fingernails and stretched out the experience as long as she could. Tim's hips were lifting off of the bed with sexual frustration. Finally, she announced that she felt he'd had enough. Her fingers tightened and her mouth became more aggressive. Tim soon exploded into her mouth and slumped onto the bed in an exhausted state. 

On the third day Mary told Tim the day's focus would be penetration of her freshly waxed pussy. "Think of it as 'Brazilian Pussy Day," she joked. Mary said her pussy was his whenever and in any position he wanted. Bending her over the chair and taking her pussy from behind was Tim's choice for the morning.

As Tim got ready to leave for his meeting Mary told him she wouldn't be putting the suction cups on her nipples before he returned since she had other plans. He reminded her that he'd be back at noon and that they had reservations for lunch at a romantic water-side restaurant. Mary replied that she was well aware of that and planned to dress especially for him.



Mary hesitated and said, "While you're at your conference this morning I'll be doing some shopping. I need to buy a sheer bra- one that's super thin so you can enjoy a hint of my nipples through the tight top I'll be wearing for our lunch date. I hope to find sheer panties as well- so thin that you'll be able to see my pussy through the cloth. That should give you something to think about this morning."

Mary didn't actually need to shop for much. She'd already planned her outfit and simply needed to make some alterations to the sheer bra she already had. She just wanted to tease Tim with the image of her nipples and pussy. As soon as Tim left Mary put the bra on and adjusted her breasts to be comfortable. She then held a quarter over her left nipple and painted a line of clear nail polish around the perimeter of the coin. She repeated the process on her other cup and sped up the drying of the polish with a hair dryer. She then carefully removed the bra.

Using a small scissors Mary cut a quarter-sized hole in each cup. She was relying on the nail polish to prevent the thin fabric from raveling or tearing. Mary then put the bra back on- carefully positioning each nipple in its opening. She put on the thin tee she'd selected for lunch to check out the effect of her alterations. Staring at herself in the mirror, Mary could easily make out the subtle bumps of her nipples. She knew Tim would love the look. She had a plan for a bolder look but that was in the nature of a last minute experiment so it would have to wait.

Mary put on some panties and shorts and went shopping for a short skirt. She'd packed her sexiest pencil skirt but thought she could find something shorter and tighter to please her husband. Walking among the nearby shops with her nipples exposed by the bra and rubbing against her tee was an erotic experience for Mary. She was nervous and self conscious but also quite aroused. She was sure every passing man noticed the bumps in her tee.

She bought a skirt that wasn't too short but seemed to perfectly conform to her ass and hips. It had just a hint of stretch to the fabric and was probably a half size too small. She knew Tim would love it. She did some window shopping as she walked back to the hotel. At some point she realized that she was no longer self conscious about her nipples. With that thought in mind, she pulled her shoulders back and flaunted her chest a bit to anyone who might be interested. Her new self confidence made the remainder of the walk very arousing. She'd never acted so provocatively outside her bedroom.

By the time she reached the hotel she could feel her panties were damp. She was glad she hadn't put on her special sheer panties for shopping. In the privacy of the hotel room Mary's sexual excitement tempted her to play with herself but she resisted. She wanted to be horny for her luncheon date.

At about 11:30 Mary decided it was time to get ready for lunch.



She took off her shorts, panties, and the tee- pleased that her nipples had remained in place. In fact, it looked like her areola had nestled into the holes a little- subtly bulging out a little which pushed the nipples out as she'd envisioned. She smiled thinking that this was now merely her 'fall back' look; if her experiment worked she'd really show off for Tim.

She wrapped a wide garter belt around her waist. Its black satin contrasted dramatically with her fair skin. Fortunately it was a thin fabric and totally smooth in design so she felt it wouldn't show under her skirt. On the other hand, she thought showing a bump from a garter strap or clip would broadcast that she was wearing a garter belt. She wondered if they'd show. Tim would love it if they did. She paused briefly before the mirror- taking pride in her ingenuity with the bra and looking forward to surprising Tim with her new look. She was struck by how sexy she felt as she smoothed first one and then the other stocking over her shapely legs and hooked them to the belt. Mary then put on the sheer panties that matched the bra. They did little to cover her. Tim would love the suggestive look.

Mary stood before the mirror and took a deep breath. It was time to experiment. If her idea worked the result would be bold nipples rather than subtle. She reached for her left breast and toyed with her nipple. When she'd succeeded in getting the nipple erect, she wrapped it snuggly with dental floss. She was careful to make the wrap only tight enough to hold the erection and not so tight as to cut off the blood flow. Her nipple stood up blatantly. She then repeated the teasing and wrapping on her other nipple.

Mary then put her tee back on. She was careful in getting the shirt over her chest since she didn't want to knock the wrappings off. With the shirt in place she looked in the mirror. The nipple bumps were now much bolder. Mary wondered if she'd gone too far. Could she actually go out in public with her nipples so obvious? She shimmied into her tight skirt and put on her three inch heels. Stepping back to get an overall view in the mirror confirmed that she'd created a much smuttier look than she'd ever shown. As she turned she noticed subtle garter bumps in the skirt. They were subtle- appearing and disappearing as her thighs moved and the lighting varied. Tim would get a hard-on just from that. She felt embarrassed but turned on. She didn't know a soul in Miami; if she was ever going to be so bold this was the place for it.

When Tim arrived he took in Mary's outfit and complimented her on how sexy she looked. She blushed but stood a little straighter and posed for him. Mary wondered out loud if she'd gone too far but Tim assured her that for Miami her look was still well within acceptable limits. Mary explained about the bra and dental floss. She noted that the floss might fall off; she'd never tried it before. She also said if her nipples started to hurt she might need to remove the floss. Tim said he appreciated her efforts and that she'd created the perfect sexy look. He would certainly understand if the floss had to be removed; he didn't want her nipples to be sore. As they left the room Tim again told Mary how great she looked. She blushed but inwardly felt sexy and aroused by the prospect of going out in public with her nipples on display.

The couple went to lunch at a high-end restaurant in a nearby marina. The setting had huge palm trees and large yachts. It was populated by trophy wives, bikini clad blondes with enhanced breasts, trust fund babies in Vineyard Vine shorts, and others that were fun to watch. The setting was a poster for Miami's sexy lifestyle of the wealthy. It featured 'beautiful people' showing off lots of cleavage and money. There was nothing subtle. What Mary had considered her 'bold' outfit was very modest by comparison to those around her. By the end of lunch, Mary had lost her inhibitions and was intentionally teasing Tim with her nipples by pulling her top tightly across them and telling him how they needed to be sucked on. She teased that she could get her tits augmented to 'DD" size like those around them but her nipples were already as big as they could ever be.

On their return to their hotel, Tim gently fondled Mary's breasts through her top- feeling her nipples with his palms. "Very nice," he said. "You've really outdone yourself today. Thank you." Mary's hand passed over the bulge in Tim's pants. She was pleased that she'd made him hard while still fully dressed.

Tim carefully removed Mary's Tee and got his first look at her wrapped nipples. He leaned in and kissed each one gently. "You're much kinkier than I thought," said Tim. Your nipples looked great at lunch. The tight skirt and garters were great, too." Tim's hands roamed over Mary's hips as he spoke. "This is a great skirt," he noted. "I think I'd best take it off before I wreak it." Tim found the zipper and worked the tight garment down over Mary's hips. After removing the skirt, Tim used a hand to hold Mary's wrists behind her- pushing her chest out dramatically. He moved her to a seated position on the desk chair and guided her hands to the rear of the seat. She understood that her hands were expected to remain there and she was pleased with how the position thrust her chest forward. Tim stripped off his clothes, spread his wife's legs and knelt between them so that her tits were right in front of his face.



Tim then opened Mary's bra and carefully peeled each cup off of the areola that bulged through each hole. Her wrapped nipples still stood invitingly tall on her round breasts. Tim gently kissed and sucked on each nub. He then found the end of the floss on the left side with his teeth and gently unwound it. His actions pulled on the floss which passed a new tease through Mary's aching nipples. When he'd finished unbinding the first nipple he sucked on it deeply causing Mary to moan with arousal. He then moved his mouth to the other breast and began the same process on that nub. It took a while for his tongue to find and dislodge the end of the floss. Armed with his prior experience, his teeth grabbed the end and made exaggerated movements to further excite Mary as he unwound the floss.

With the wrappings gone Tim took his time and sucked on each nub slowly but with increasing strength. Mary writhed in the chair as her excitement grew. After a short while she climaxed violently and Tim mercifully moved from her nipples to burying his face between her breasts. Tim told her how great her nipples had looked during lunch and how much he'd enjoyed sucking on them.

Tim then stood and tugged on Mary's arm to move her to a standing position. He ran his hand over her panty covered Venus Mound and then removed the skimpy panties. He turned her and said, "I love the garter belt. Your ass and legs look very sexy framed in black." He then bent her over the back of the couch. Tim grabbed her hips and moved in behind her. He dropped one hand to his cock and guided it into her very wet pussy. Returning both hands to her hips he was able to control their coupling just as he wanted. He thrust into her with deep long strokes. Mary gasped as he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts and held her hips more forcefully. By the time he finally came Tim's whole body was exhausted. His cock seemed deflated and unlikely to respond for quite awhile.

After dinner Tim told Mary that her task for the evening was to gently arouse him with her mouth and hands and no matter how long it took, to gradually build him up to his final orgasm of their trip. He said he wanted her to milk the last possible drop out of him. Mary said she loved him and would love to do exactly that. It seemed like the perfect way to end their trip.

Mary stripped Tim and told him to lie on the bed. She went into the bathroom and returned wearing only a pair of tight bikini panties- one of Tim's favorite outfits. Tim told her how great she looked. As she neared he saw that she had rouged her areola to make them more prominent. It was one more kinky surprise from his usually conservative wife. As Tim watched she caressed her breasts like a porn star saying, "You've told me my tits look bigger when I just wear panties. I think they're swollen from my being aroused and fondled repeatedly over the past several days." She teased him by talking about her nipples rubbing against her tee all morning and at lunch which she said had kept her aroused. She described how she felt on her shopping excursion and how it had felt to wrap her erect nipples for him. She rubbed her nipples on his face. A little later her mouth and hands teased his cock bringing it to semi hardness. After a few more minutes Mary peeled off her panties and invited Tim to explore her waxed pussy with his mouth. "I don't need to cum," she said, "Just tease me for awhile. I think your cock will react as well."

Tim did as she requested and they both enjoyed the intimacy. After a few minutes Mary told Tim to lie down on the bed. "It's time to see what your body has left," she said. "Let's see if I can draw one more load from your balls." Mary moved to lie next to Tim and teased his cock and balls with her fingers. From time to time she'd get him wet with her saliva and tease him with her tongue. 

Mary moved over Tim and straddled his hips. She guided his cock into her pussy noting that it seemed like an appropriate end for 'Brazilian Pussy Day'. She rode him- grinding herself onto his cock and squeezing it with her internal muscles. She worked him hard with her hips and visually teased him with her hands on her breasts and nipples. While Tim loved being inside of her and staring at her tits he didn't seem any closer to cumming. After a few minutes Mary was worn out. She dropped back onto the bed and again teased Tim's cock and balls with her hands. After what seemed like hours Tim's cock was almost painfully straining to cum. She squeezed him harder and lewdly encouraged him to give her one last ounce. "Squeeze harder," Tim said. "I need to cum but there's not much there. Pump it out of me!" She got rougher. Finally, Tim erupted in Mary's hand as she abused his cock. She was sure he'd be sore but it was what he needed. She brought her mouth to his cock and gently cleaned it.

In a small exhausted voice Tim said, "Thank you. No mas."