4 comments/ 57387 views/ 1 favorites Away By: 1094 Carol had been looking forward to the weekend seminar in a remote seaside resort town that she had never visited previously. The seminar was aimed at a group of middle aged professional women, most of whom came from 'suburban marriages', and who were unused to the privilege of weekends away from household routines. Extreme disappointment was the best way to describe how Carol felt when she learnt on checking in that she had to share a room with another woman - Anne, whom she had never met before. Anne seemed friendly enough and very interested in comparing notes on the differences in their respective lifestyles, over a cup of tea. Carol a separated lady in her late 40's, with a grown up family and Anne in her mid 30's, fitted the traditional suburban wife role with two children at home. Carol, a statuesque and even voluptuous brunette, tallish, with wonderful legs and hips, set off by fine high cheekbones and a cultured speaking voice, could not help thinking how dowdy Anne's general appearance and dress sense was. Featureless uninteresting, inexpensive clothes and practical flat shoes, which gave no indication at all whether Anne would be attractive to men. Two hours passed quickly as they compared notes and talked about their families. Carol found herself warming to Anne and the realisation that Anne was perhaps extremely understated in her presentation started to intrigue Carol. Anne, with obviously dyed blondish hair, was almost as tall as Carol and spoke with an interesting and cultivated accent, which Carol learnt was English, though she had been in Australia for 20 years. 'Lets go and have a meal Anne. And a drink,' Carol suggested. Almost as an afterthought she added, 'lets get dressed up, I always like to dress up to go out, especially in a new environment.' A non too subtle hint to Anne that she should try and improve her appearance. Anne commandeered the bathroom first and firmly shut and then locked the door. Carol wondered if she could a survive a weekend with such an ordinary woman as a constant room mate. As she waited her turn for the bathroom she noticed for the first time that two walls of their motel room had full length mirrors which from the right position in the corner of the room had obvious connotations and romantic benefits for male / female couples. As Anne emerged from the bathroom Carol was surprised to see Anne looking a lot more attractive than she imagined she could. Anne had not bothered to dress in the bathroom as Carol imagined she would and came out dressed in a very short black silk dressing gown. As Anne walked past Carol, she could notice that Anne was wearing a skimpy black bra which surprised Carol by the full breasts it barely contained. The surprise to Carol was such, that when she entered the bathroom she neglected to close the door fully. The bathroom was fitted with a mirror, which Carol suddenly realised allowed a view of the motel room because of the placement of the other mirrors and anybody in the room could see the other person in the bathroom. As Carol undressed she felt that she was being watched by Anne from the other room, and a glance in the mirror confirmed it. Anne was sitting on the sofa, drinking another cup of tea, legs crossed and black pants visible at the top of her very good legs. Instead of feeling uncomfortable at another woman watching her undress Carol suddenly became engrossed in the thought that perhaps another woman might enjoy seeing her naked body. Always one to enjoy centre stage and secure in the knowledge that men enjoyed wondering about her body, Carol had never thought until now that another woman might enjoy fantasising about her body. Discreetly and slowly undressing so that Anne could see her every move, but carefully avoiding eye contact, Carol deliberately left her high heeled shoes on as she shrugged out of her dress. Standing in bra and brief coloured pants, she slowly brushed her hair, aware that Anne was watching her every move, and Carol thought, looking flushed. Why? Was she getting off on looking at me about to undress, Carol mused? Always aware that men liked her big arse Carol decided to try for the effect it might have on Anne. Playing the moment for all it was worth Carol slid her pants off first, over her high heels and then busied herself arranging a towel so that she had to turn full circle, and have Anne get the full view and effect of her arse and hips, wonderfully contrasted by her long full legs in high heels, and closely shaven fanny. Eventually the bra came off, but even then Carol still made herself look busy as she stood in all her naked glory in nothing but high heels, knowing that Anne was watching her every move. Removing the shoes a moment before she entered the shower. Carol could feel a strange and new flush through her whole body which she had never felt with the men in her life. After showering Carol dried herself slowly, and she thought as seductively as she possibly could with another woman watching. Carol stood naked and brushed her hair, stepped in to her high heels, applied make up, perfume, all slowly and deliberately in front of the mirror, aware of her every move being closely observed by Anne in the next room, out of direct sight, but visible in the mirrors. At that point Carol closed the door to gather her thoughts and think. She finally emerged from the bathroom dressed in a white silk shirt which was slit at both sides to finish above the end of her long full thighs, and barely covered the cheeks of what her estranged husband referred to as her magnificent arse and the closely shaven area between her legs. The only other clothing she wore was an even higher pair of high heels than she had gone in with. 'I cant decide which slacks to wear, Anne,' Carol said. 'Will you help me decide?' Carol started pulling on a tight fitting pair of creamy white slacks and was aware of Anne watching her every movement as she slowly pulled the slacks up her long legs. With the slacks almost completely on Carol held Anne's gaze as the slacks started to creep up over her hips at the same time raising her silk shirt and exposing her naked arse to Anne. Carol felt sure that she could sense a tension in Anne. 'Are these all right to wear Anne?' 'They look fantastic. Nice and tight on your legs and backside.' Carol smiled back at her, enjoying her by obvious power and attraction over Anne. Carol looked Anne squarely in the eyes and slid out the slacks she had only just put on and turned to Anne so that she had a full view of her 43 inch hips. The firm, dimple free twin orbs of her naked arse were having an obvious effect on Anne. 'Perhaps this pair will suit me better', she said as she walked in her high heels to the far corner of the room feeling Anne's gaze on her naked legs and arse as she walked. Carol repeated the performance twice more before she finally chose the skirt to wear which she had intended wearing all along, instead of slacks. Watching Anne quickly dress in a loose fitting dress was a surprise to Carol. 'Why I am even watching,' she thought as Anne quickly undid her short silk dressing gown and slipped a dress over her head, which she did up herself. Carol found the sight of Anne's surprisingly good body, briefly clad in black bra and pants, and visible only momentarily having an effect on her which she found hard to explain to herself. Their conversation over dinner and two bottles of wine was a revelation to both of them. Despite entirely different lifestyles they found they shared a great many common interests, including sex and men. Over dessert and a liqueur Anne finally found the courage to ask Carol a question she had mulled over all night at the dinner table. 'What colour pants did you choose to wear with that skirt?' Carol smiled back. 'Funny I can't remember. I'll let you know when we get back to the room'. By now Carol was certain that the definite undercurrent she had felt all night was building to tension levels in Anne. The short walk back to room, after finalising the dinner account, heightened the tension even more. Anne was nervy and fidgety and even Carol who usually showed great aplomb was tense. Inside their shared room, they both nervously turned on lights and music as a distraction. Carol was the first to speak. 'This skirt is uncomfortable and I always have trouble getting it off. It fastens around the back. Can you help me?' Carol was sure Anne's fingers trembled as she undid a button and a short zipper. 'Keep going Anne. It's still tight. Help me off with it'. Anne slid the dress to the floor and Carol stepped out of it still in high heels, at the same time answering Anne's earlier question. 'Like my the colour of my pants?' Her black G string was the only thing she had on apart from her make up and high heels. From where Anne stood, the G string was nothing more than a thin line around her waist and another slightly thicker line which disappeared between the flawless twin orbs of her arse. Anne had never seen another female arse to even compare to this flawless marvel of womanhood, she thought. 'Make me a cup of tea would you Anne?' Carol was determined again, to play the moment for all she could. The sexual tension was electric in the room. The last thing Carol wanted was a cup of tea but she was determined to tease Anne and force her hand. Carol was enjoying the tension she was creating by teasing another woman with her body, and felt Anne's hand surreptitiously glance the cheeks of her arse as she walked to the kettle, at the same time ogling the front of her G string from which traces of her closely shaven pubic hair showed. Anne's courage was increasing. 'Your arse is gorgeous. I never realised how beautiful a woman's arse could be. That G string looks fantastic on you. You were made for it. Or perhaps it was made for you?' Carol's only reaction was to turn her back on Anne and stand in front of the full length mirror with her high heeled legs apart and reach for a brush and start slowly brushing her hair, hoping her trembling hand was not apparent to Anne. At the same time Carol could sense, as well as see Anne watching her every move in the mirror. Although Carol was sure they had both drunk the same amount of alcohol it was obvious that it's affect on Anne had relaxed her to the point where what seemed any previous inhibitions had completely disappeared. 'Do you take milk and sugar?' The sudden question jolted Carol back to reality, as she sat on the couch, her legs at an angle to accentuate her long full thighs. 'Yes. A little of each, please. Is there any honey in the cupboard?' As Anne looked and confirmed that there was a new jar of honey, she held Carol's gaze and slowly started undoing the buttons on her blouse. 'What would you like the honey for, Carol,' Anne asked as she handed Carol the cup of tea and at the same time, finished undoing the last button on her blouse, so that Carol could see her cleavage to full effect as she bent over to hand her the cup of tea. Holding Carol's gaze all the time Anne stepped back two paces and admired herself in the mirror. 'Not bad for a dowdy looking book keeper, eh?' Anne smiled. 'Years ago I started to deliberately dress down. Men are so boorish with their leering remarks.' Carol by now could feel her curiosity at almost fever pitch. How could she have assumed Anne to be such a dull looking woman? Anne could sense Carol's eyes almost burning through her skirt, and as she turned to face Carol she deftly undid a few buttons and the skirt fell to the floor. As Anne stepped out of her skirt and tossed it onto a chair, Carol was delighted at the body she could now see and appreciate almost totally exposed. As Carol sipped the cup of tea in which she had no real interest, she smiled back at Anne. 'If you have to ask what the honey is for, all the tension and build up in this room is wasted, don't you think,' her voice by now had a distinctive quaver to it. 'Be creative, let your fantasies unfold and run riot, Anne. Your husband is hours away and not even thinking about you. I was frightened of being bored witless at this seminar. If you like my arse so much you can kiss it - later. First you have to get me interested. Really interested.' By now Carol was sure Anne was at the point of no return. 'My husband used to talk about American soldiers during the war here, who used to pour honey over women's nipples and lick it off.' All traces of any inhibition Anne had were now completely abandoned, as she undid the lid of the honey jar and without averting her gaze from Carol, slowly started rubbing honey around each of her nipples, which Carol felt sure were becoming larger and more erect even as she slowly rubbed the honey on. 'Do you like? Anne smiled, suddenly aware that she was now controlling the situation for the first time. 'I want you completely naked and then you can lick the honey off.' By now Carol was commanding rather than asking. With all the aplomb Anne could muster she held Carol's gaze and at the same time undid her bra. Carol was pleasantly surprised and felt herself being turned on at the sight of her already hardened nipples. Carol had never been in a situation such as this before, though she had often fantasised about it. The alcohol she had consumed earlier made it easy for Anne stand in front of Carol and slip out of her bra , then kneel before her where she was seated on the couch, and start slowly licking the honey from each of Carol's nipples. The feel of a woman's tongue on alternate nipples, coupled with the honey, was a new and wonderful sensation to Carol, and to her surprise Carol felt not the slightest sense of guilt, but instead a burning sensation between her legs. As one they both said, 'Do you like?' Carol gently Anne pushed away. 'I said I wanted you naked, before you could lick me. You cheated. Show me what a naked woman looks like.' Anne complied readily and Carol feel that they were now past a point of no return. 'Stand up and turn around so I can kiss your beautiful big arse as I slide your pants off, they are so tiny, I don't know if I should call them pants', Anne said with a quaver in her voice. 'Do you want some honey on those fantastic cheeks too?' Carol was surprised and delighted, yet again by the feel of a woman's tongue on the cheeks of her arse, and absolutely turned on as Anne ever do slowly peeled her G string off, her lips licking and kissing her arse all the time, as she slid the G string over her twin orbs and down her long legs. So slowly that Carol could hardly bear the tension, and wanted to help Anne but instead, relished the moment and wanted it to continue. 'I never realised a woman could have such a big, wonderful and beautiful arse. No sagging or dimples. Fantastic. After I've finished licking this part of you, guess what I want to lick next?' 'Covered in honey?' Carol asked, or was it instructed. By now Anne was sitting on the settee and had Carol positioned standing in front of her with her legs apart as she kissed and licked the magnificent twin orbs of her 43 inch arse, at the same time her right hand was between her legs slowly caressing her vagina. 'Want me to stop, Carol?' No reply, only heavy breathing. 'This turns me on like you would not believe. I'm wet with wanting you'. Anne said, her voice with a definite quaver to it. 'Turn around so I can lick you between your legs.' Carol made no move or response, eager to be forced into doing something she had fantasised about for years. Anne took her hand and led her to the bedroom, at the same time running her free hand over the cheeks of Carol's bare arse. 'Magnificent arse. Magnificent.....Relax and let me pleasure you,' was all she said as she lay Carol naked on her back and watched as Anne poured honey between her legs. 'I want to fuck you with my tongue. Do you think you would like that?' Carol never had a chance to answer, she was so immersed in the new found pleasure, all she could do was ask for more. Away Ruth arrived home from work that Friday, the ninth, at 6:35 and after checking her three messages—mother, office, mother—she grabbed a cold Yuengling and spread her mail out on the kitchen counter and started sifting through it. It had been a long miserable day at the end of a long miserable week. Michael left for the conference on Monday and was supposed to return late last night but he called around six. "I've been asked to stay on," he explained. "By whom?" asked Ruth. "By Brewster." "Brewster, wow!" "Wow indeed. This could be the break we've been waiting for." "That's great, honey," said Ruth in her best supportive wife voice. "I'm so proud of you." "Thanks, babe," said Michael. "So," began Ruth gingerly, "when are you coming home?" "Tomorrow night." "Tomorrow night?!" "Yeah, same flight just a day later." Ruth congratulated him one more time, hung up the phone and cried for half an hour. Here she was, Friday night and Michael wouldn't be home until after midnight—later if the plane was held up, which, in this weather, seemed likely. Frankly, Ruth didn't know if she could wait that long. Ruth flashed back to last Monday morning. She had been late to the office—and not because, as she told everyone, she had stopped to help an old lady who had run out of gas. No, she was late to the office because she and Michael had taken longer than usual to say good-bye. What started out as a "have a good conference, see you on Thursday" kiss in the front hallway blossomed into a full-blown "have a good conference, see you on Thursday" fuck—Ruth leaning against the inside of the front door, her skirt shoved up onto her hips, her scanty panties stretched and pulled aside, Michael's Armani pants around his ankles as he rammed his thick cock into her steamy cunt from behind. The episode threw Michael's schedule off as well so when he climaxed quickly before Ruth even had a chance to get started, she graciously told him to go ahead and leave because she knew he was nervous about missing his flight. "I can't believe the little shit actually left!" she had been lamenting to herself all week. Anticipating his return on Thursday, she had decided not to bring herself to the climax she had missed out on in the front hallway. "If I wait," she reasoned, "then I will want him that much more when he finally does get home." But now it was Friday evening, Michael was still a good six hours away and Ruth was seriously regretting her decision. The cold beer tasted delicious and Ruth contemplated getting drunk and falling asleep but that would almost certainly lead to a bout of self-pity and only make her hornier. She thought about calling her friend Alyssa but she had gotten married only a month and a half ago—Ruth made a particularly fetching bridesmaid—and Ruth knew that Alyssa would bubble and coo about how wonderful married life was, what a sweet guy Herbie was and how big his dick was. "I know Herbie is a genuine nerd," Alyssa loved to say, "but I swear to God, one look at his dick and you would never question my decision to marry him again." So no Alyssa. She could and probably should return the calls to her mother but...well, no. She wasn't going to do that. She was her mother, for cryin' out loud! Nothing on TV, she hadn't ordered anything from NetFlix. She'd started a legal thriller but knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate. No, what she wanted to do was fuck. Now. Right now. She wanted Michael's cock in her pussy, in her mouth, between her tits. She wanted to bury her face in his chest hair, feel his large, strong hands on her thigh, on her ass, on her tits; his soft tongue in her mouth, sucking her nipples, probing her cunt. She wanted to get fucked right here, right now and before she knew it she had hiked her skirt up and was perilously close to stroking her clit with the rim of the beer bottle. The phone rang. Ruth checked caller ID, clicked a button and barked into the phone, "Come home!" "Hi, babe. Hey, listen—" "Don't 'hey listen' me you little shit. Come home now!" "I'm trying, sweetie, but—" "But what? Oh, please don't tell me you're gonna stay for another—" "No, no, no. I'm coming home but—" "When?" "Well..." He paused for just a split second too long and Ruth began to panic. Michael could hear her telltale breathing over the phone. "Ruthie," he said gently, "listen to me. OK?" "OK," she said, a choke in her voice. "OK, now I'm scheduled to leave in about forty five minutes which should get me into town about 9:30, home by 10:30 but—" "But what?!" "Thing is, they're on a hurricane watch down here and if it gets worse before they can get my plane off the ground, then—" "You owe me!" Ruth found herself shouting into the phone. "I owe you what?" "You owe me an orgasm!" Michael couldn't stifle a laugh. "It's not funny!" she shrieked into the phone. "I know it's not, sweetie, I'm sorry." "Do you love me?" "More than anything." "Do you want me?" "You know I do." "Then come home." "I'm trying, babe. Believe me, I'm trying." "Try harder. And it's not just that I'm horny, it's that—" "I know, I know," he replied. "I mean, why this week of all weeks of the—?" "I know, babe, I know. I'm sorry." Trying to calm herself, Ruth took a deep breath and listened to Michael's soft breathing over the phone. Michael—suit pressed, Bluetooth device firmly affixed to his ear, attaché case at this side—was standing at gate 37-A hoping against hope that his flight would not be canceled. "Babe, still there?" he asked. "Are you hard?" she asked suddenly "What?" "Is your cock hard?" "Um...I'm standing in the middle of an airport." "I don't care." "Plus, there's a Girl Scout troop selling cookies in the—" "I don't care. I don't care if you're giving the fucking commencement address at Miss Daisy's Academy for Proper Young Ladies," she said. "I want to know if your cock is hard." "Well...not really, but—" "Unacceptable." "What do you mean?" "What I mean is," she said, "that I am standing her with my hand up my skirt about to slide a beer bottle into my pussy and—" "What kind of beer?" "What kind of beer? This is your question?!!? What kind of fucking—!" "Ruthie, calm down. I'm sorry, OK, but—" "I'm rubbing my clit." And she was. "With the beer bottle?" "No, with my finger. My panties are soaked." She moaned into the phone. "Ruthie, I'm gonna hang up—" "If you hang up you will never see this pussy of mine again." "Really? I'm never going to see—" "OK, OK, I didn't mean—" "I know, honey, but—" "I just really want you, Mikey. I want to feel that big old cock of yours inside me. I want to suck it, I want to ride it like a cowgirl, I want—" "Ruthie, please, I'm in the middle of an airport, for crying—" "And it's time. Right now! If we don't do this soon we'll have to wait a whole other month before we can—" "I know, believe me, I—" "And it just makes me want you all the more." "I am doing the best I can, Ruthie! What do you want me to—?" "I'm pulling my panties aside." She moaned deeply as her middle finger probed deeper inside of her. "Honey, be careful with that beer bottle. I don't want you to—" "It's my finger. I just put it in my cunt. Oh, god it feels good." "It does?" Michael asked weakly. He exhaled raggedly and Ruth knew she was having an effect on him. "Mmmmmm, yes, it does. I wish it was your cock." "Me, too." "Are you hard yet?" "Getting there...but honey, there are all these kids around and—" Ruth heard a young girl's voice coming through the phone. "Hey, mister, wanna buy some Girl Scout cookies?" "Go away," said Michael, brusquely. "Oh, buy some cookies from the little girl, Michael." "But Ruthie—" "Come on, mister. It's for a good cause." "Yeah," said Ruthie. "It's for a good cause. I'll let you fuck my mouth if you—" "OK, OK, here's a twenty, give me some cookies," said Michael impatiently. "How sweet," said Ruth. "Just for that, I'm gonna take my top off and start playing with my tits." "Shhhh," said Michael fiercely into the phone. "I didn't say anything," said the Girl Scout. "I'm not talking to you," barked Michael. Ruth had her unbuttoned her blouse and was fondling one of her sumptuous breasts through a sheer silky bra. "OK," said the Girl Scout, "we got Thin Mints, we got Peanut Butter Patties, we got—" "Just give me twenty bucks worth of whatever." "I wish you were here to suck on my tits," said Ruth. "Ruthie, please..." "We got Trefoils, we got—" "Just give me some—" "I'm supposed to go through the whole list and then—" "Thin Mints, OK, give me twenty bucks worth of Thin Mints!" "OK, I gotta get you some change." "Keep the change!" "I'm not allowed to accept tips." "I wish I had the tip of your cock in my mouth right now," offered Ruth. "Ruthie! "Is there a problem here?" It was a new voice. An older woman, clearly some sort of Girl Scout madam who had come to investigate. "No, ma'am, I'm sorry, I'm on the phone with my wife and I'm a little anxious about my flight and—" "There's no need to take it out on one of the girls." "No, of course not. I'm sorry, I'm just—" "What's she wearing?" asked Ruth. "Who?" replied Michael. "The MILF. What's she—?" "She's not a—" Michael had stopped himself just in time. The little girl spoke up. "He hasn't been mean to me, Grandma," she said. "Is she fat and old?" asked Ruth. "Ruthie—" "Or is she the aging gracefully type?" "Honey," said the woman to her granddaughter, "why don't we let the nice man talk to his wife?" "Wait! Here," Michael called out. He shoved the twenty dollar bill in the grandma's hands and said, "For the cookies." "Oh how thoughtful," said the woman. "Honey, find out what type of cookies the man—" "Just keep the money," said Michael. "Does she have nice tits?" asked Ruth. "We're not allowed to accept tips," said the little girl. "It's a donation, not a tit." The woman and the little girl froze in place. "Tip," said Michael, correcting himself after an awkward pause. "Grandma, did you hear what he—?" "Run along, honey. Grandma needs to talk to the nice man about his...donation." "So," asked Ruth, "I guess she does have nice tits." "Ruthie—!" "Are they as nice as mine?" It just so happened that Grandma, as far as Michael could tell, had a pretty nice rack. In fact, he never would have pegged her for a grandma to begin with. At about five foot ten, she was thin and fit, with a tight skirt that clung to her shapely hips and a low cut blouse that would have displayed impressive cleavage even if the top button hadn't accidentally come undone. "Sir," said Grandma sourly, but before she could launch into her reprimand Michael began his apology. "I am so embarrassed," said Michael quickly, "and so sorry to have said...um..." "Tit?" asked the woman. "Yes, in front of your granddaughter. Please accept my—" "I'm no prude, sir, but there are boundaries—" "It was an accident, I promise you—" "Well...I will accept that." "Hey, mister," echoed the little girl's voice as she approached. "We were all out of thin mints, so I brought you a box of these." She handed him the box. "Do you think Grandma shaves her pussy?" asked Ruth. "Mmmm," Michael said, looking at the box. "Peanut Butter Pussies. Can't wait to pop one of these in my mouth!" Ruth could hear the little girl start to giggle. "Shhh!" said the grandma. "Run along." "Hey guys, guess what?" echoed the little girl's voice as she ran off. Not aware that he had misspoken, Michael was baffled by the grandma's icy stare. "What?" he said defiantly. "Peanut butter pussies," said Ruth. "Yummy." "Oh, my god," said Michael, his face suddenly beet red with humiliation. Grandma stuck an angry finger in his face. "If I see you near my granddaughter or any of those little girls over there, I will call security," she warned Michael hung his head in shame but his eyes landed on Grandma's cleavage and he had to quickly look away. His glance did not go unnoticed, however, and the woman finally got a look at her unbuttoned blouse. "Pervert," she said as she buttoned up and walked away. Michael exhaled deeply. "Peanut Butter Pu—" Ruth began. "Ruthie, stop it!" "Puts a whole new spin on peanut butter and jelly, don't you think?" "You're gonna get me arrested, Ruthie!" There was a brief silence before Ruth capitulated. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I was just...having some fun." "I know," said Michael softly. "I miss you." "I miss you too, honey, except that now I have about twenty-five little girls dressed in green pointing their fingers at me and giggling." Ruth's sympathetic laughter was contagious and Michael chuckled lightly. "And my dick is hard." Ruth laughed harder. "It's not funny," he said, trying to stifle his own laughter lest the Girl Scouts and their various protectors decided to alert the authorities. "Come home. I want you so bad, babe. I love you." "Love you too, honey." The phone went dead. Ruth caught sight of herself in the mirror—skirt hiked up to her waist, stained panties pushed aside, silk blouse hanging off her shoulders, left breast dangling free of her bra. She laughed out loud at the sight, finished off her beer and went upstairs to take a long luxurious bath. An hour later, Ruth pulled at the tub drain with her toe and stood to get out of the bath. Once again, she caught sight of herself in the mirror but the effect was decidedly different than before. Soaking wet, suds clinging to her body, Ruth was astonished at the sight. She took good care of herself in every way possible—ran, lifted weights, did yoga and she knew she was in great shape. Even so, the image in the mirror still surprised her. Never one to primp and admire herself in front of a mirror, Ruth rarely took notice of her considerable assets but here they were on full display and in her current state of sexual desire, she couldn't help but be in awe of her own beauty. She focused first on her breasts. Ruth was thirty-three years old now but was astonished to see that her breasts had lost none of the perkiness that the boys so admired when she was a starter on the girls' basketball team in high school. If anything, they had become more voluptuous. The little bit of weight she had gained in the last fifteen years had been kind to these beautiful monuments to her womanhood. They were full and round, plump and inviting. She couldn't resist fondling them; she lightly brushed her nipples with her fingertip and watched as they asserted themselves proudly. Turning sideways for a better glance, Ruth noticed, perhaps for the first time ever, the elegant curve of her back and how, if she arched it just right, her breasts surged forward, her pink puffy nipples leading the way. Feeling that luscious tingle in her vagina as she stroked her nipples, Ruth moved her gaze downward. She had shaved her pussy once at Michael's request but, as it turned out, neither much cared for the new look. The thick burgundy patch that had regrown around her sweet spot was wild and unruly now and she liked the look of it. She also noticed how her pubis glistened, the slowly dripping bath water catching the light and reflecting it like a summer night sky. Ruth slowly ran her fingers through her bush, moaning with pleasure as she did so. Turning around with her head crooked back to peek in the mirror, Ruth caught sight of her firm, round ass. She spread her legs slightly and watched as the underside of her pussy peek-a-boo'd through the opening in her legs. Bending over further, Ruth got a better view and could feel herself getting even more turned on. She touched her clitoris just once more and was so ready and waiting that the sensation it created made her slightly dizzy. She sat down on the edge of the tub and took a deep breath. It was then that her gaze finally landed on her face. As a teenager, Ruth's body developed quickly but her face remained young—chubby cheeks, big eyes, a freckled nose and a front tooth that she had chipped while charging in for a lay-up in her sophomore year. She made the basket, won the game and lost part of her tooth. It left her looking even more like a 12 year old tomboy than she already did. She was carded at bars and restaurants well into her twenties and when she met Michael's family for the first time, they asked what year she was in school. "Third year," she replied. "A junior? Hmmm. I would've guessed you were a freshman." "No," she gently corrected them, "Third year of law school." By the time she turned thirty, however, her face had matured— she capped the tooth a month before her wedding, the freckles faded and the rest of her face filled out to deemphasize the cheeks. Gazing at herself, Ruth realized that she was now what she had always been convinced she would never be—beautiful. "No wonder men stare at me during depositions," she said aloud as she took in the whole picture one more time. Quietly she thought to herself, "No wonder Michael can't keep his hands off of me." Smiling at the thought of her sweet and loving husband, she silently chided herself for her indulgence, dried off and stepped out of the tub. An hour and a half later, at 9:17, Ruth was naked beneath her plush bathrobe, sipping a glass of Pinot Grigio and trying to focus on her book when the phone rang. Seeing Michael's name on caller ID made her smile until she realized that he might be calling to say his flight was cancelled. She took a deep breath and answered. "Michael?' "Hi, honey," said Michael. "Hey, listen, my flight—" His voice was consumed by static. "Michael, honey, you're breaking up." His voice crackled back on. "So, that's what they're telling me at this—" Static. "Michael, I can't hear you. Are you coming home or—?" Nothing. Silence. Ruth sighed deeply and then tried again. "Michael, sweetie, what's going—?" "—don't know exactly when the flight—" said Michael before the phone went dead again. It was clear to Ruth that Michael couldn't hear her but she tried again. "Are you coming home tonight or—?" "—just called my name so I gotta—" Silence. "Michael?" Nothing. "Michael, when are you—?" Beep, beep, beep. Dial tone. Ruth frantically dialed Michael's cell phone. It rang once before going to a voice message. "The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later." Dial tone. Ruth dialed again. One ring. "The number you are trying to reach is currently unavail—" "Fuck!" cried Ruth as she threw the phone, aiming for the sofa but missing. Instead the phone crashed into a candy dish on the side table, knocking a bowl of M&M's to the floor. "Fuck," she said again. She checked to make sure the phone still worked and it did. She got a broom and dustpan and cleaned up the mess. Annoyed as she was by this little incident, she also realized that it had distracted her and calmed her down a bit. Trying to relax further, she clicked on the TV but a Geico commercial blared at her loudly so she clicked it right back off. She downed the rest of the wine, went upstairs, stripped naked, climbed into bed and took the last of her prescription sleeping pills. Ten minutes later, she was asleep. She dreamed of Michael. How could she not? He had been on her mind all week long. The thought of him pressing his lips to hers had distracted her during today's deposition and alone in her office an hour later she couldn't resist touching herself as she reviewed briefs for Monday's associates' meeting. Away In her dream, she lay in bed naked as Michael stood above her. From this vantage point, he looked ten feet tall and his chiseled chest and washboard abs seemed to be carved of wood. His cock, thick and veiny, hovered just above her pretty mouth and even in her sleep she reached toward it with her hand and flicked her tongue at its imaginary head. "That's my girl," intoned Michael's deep, resonant voice. "Suck my cock." There are dreams and there are dreams—those when you have to wake yourself convinced that what's happening to you is real. This was one of those. So vivid was the feel of his cock in her hand, so real was the salty taste of his member that Ruth awoke. She opened her eyes and, for a moment, felt that sharp ache of disappointment that one always feels when waking from a beautiful dream. But, of course, this was not a dream after all. Michael's plane had left on time, arrived on time and he shattered the speed limit between the airport and home to get to his beloved and fiercely horny wife. And now here he was—naked, the tip of his rigid cock between her plump lips, his soothing voice urging her on. "This what you've been waiting for?" The reality of it came to her in an instant and she responded with a gasp and a smile. Michael leaned over and kissed her deeply. "Hi, babe. Missed you." "Mmmmm," was all she could say in response. "This is the one. I promise." Ruth grabbed his cock and pulled it to her wet and waiting mouth, taking nearly the entire shaft in on her first attempt. Michael inhaled deeply and held his breath as her soft, velvety tongue caressed the underside of his dick. Hungrily lapping at his firmness, she reached behind him and grabbed hold of his ass and starting pull it to her in a steady rhythm. Michael took charge of her initiative and starting thrusting into her mouth, gagging her slightly but not slowing her down. It lasted like this for a full minute but wanting to hold off as long as possible, Michael pushed her away roughly. Ruth tumbled onto her back and Michael sank to his knees and planted his face between her legs, probing her hairy pussy with his tongue. "Oh, my God," she intoned. And then quickly, "Oh my God, oh my..." She gasped and shrieked as Michael sucked on her clit while rubbing the outer lips of her cunt with his thumb. "Ohhhhh myyyyyy...." She came almost instantaneously but Michael knew better than to stop. Pulling her hips forcibly toward him, he stood up, pulling her ass off the bed, his face still buried in her burgundy thatch. With only her upper back and head still resting on the mattress, Ruth twisted her nipple with one hand and with the other pressed Michael's thickly coiffed head into her cunt. Her sounds continued but there were no more words—just "oooh's" and "aaaahhhhh's" and gasps and moans and shrieks of sheer orgasmic pleasure. He was tongue fucking her now and she responded by thrusting her hips into his face, the lower half of which was completely soaked in her juices. She came again...and again and on the third time screamed out, "Fuck me! I want you inside me, fucking me! Now!" Michael dropped her to the bed, spread her legs with his strong arms and rammed his cock into her sopping cunt, his balls slapping against her ass as he pounded away unrestrained. He buried his head in her chest and sucked fiercely on her succulent nipples. Ruth thought back to earlier in the evening as she admired her naked body in the bathroom mirror. Remembering the beautiful sight of her arched back and her firm, round breasts in profile, she glanced to her right to see the reflection of their lovemaking in the mirror. Her back was arched in that beautiful and elegant way that she had so admired but the sight of Michael's powerful and muscular body thrusting into hers, his thick cock glistening with her juices sliding in and out of her pussy—it took what was left of her breath away and she came again at the thought of it. Without warning, Michael pulled out and dropped Ruth to the bed. She was momentarily disoriented until he picked her up off the bed and flipped her over. Realizing what he wanted, Ruth said, "Yes, yes, like that. Fuck me like—" And before she could finish her thought Michael's mighty cock lunged into Ruth's luscious cunt from behind. Burying her face in a pillow Ruth stuck her ass up in the air so she could meet his violent thrusts. She continued to push back with all her might until Michael shot a stream of his cum deep inside of her, his ragged breathing and guttural moan filling the room as he did so. Ruth collapsed onto the bed, Michael right behind her. She curled up beside him and spooned with Michael still inside of her. He kept a thrusting motion going ever so slightly and Ruth experienced a few aftershocks of pleasure. She wanted him to stay inside of her as long as he could and she was pleased to notice that his dick was still relatively hard. Maybe they could even have another calmer and gentler go at it later on. As she had done over the phone, Ruth listened intently to Michael's breathing and it soothed her. It always did. She could feel his warm, sweet breath on the curve of her neck and she felt as contented and safe as she had ever felt as a child. Here, in the arms of this wonderful, loving man, she knew she was home. Five minutes passed before either one spoke. "Well..." said Michael softly, not wanting to break the mood. "Well..." answered Ruth. "What do you think?" She shrugged. "We'll just have to wait and find out," she said in a stoic, philosophical tone. She pulled herself even closer to him before adding, "But that was about as good as it gets." "Mmmmm," he murmured in agreement. "I have a good feeling about it." "Me, too." She turned her face to his and kissed him gently on the lips. "Love you, Mikey." "Love you, Ruthie." Nine months after Michael's embarrassing incident with the Girl Scouts at the airport, nine months after Ruth sent a bowl of M&M's flying across the room with a telephone, nine months after what had perhaps been the most memorable sexual experience of their lives... "Push!" "You're doing great, babe!" "Almost there!" "ARRGGHH!" "Push once more." "You can do it, babe, come on!" "I know I can do it, damnit!!! Stop talking!!!" "Push!!!" "I AM PUSHING! ARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!" Seven hours later Michael and Ruth sat in Ruth's hospital bed together—with a new family member. Christine (for Ruth's mother) Elizabeth (for Michael's). Ruth would later realize that each name contained nine letters. Not so amazing perhaps until you consider that Christine was nine pounds, nine ounces at birth. Born on the ninth (at 9:39) and conceived on the ninth—nine months ago. Jung had a word for it—synchronicity. "Somehow I just knew that was the night," said Ruth, recalling Alice's conception on that fateful night. "I think that's why I was so desperate to get you home." Michael kissed her sweetly. "Want to hold her for a while?" "Thought you'd never ask," he replied. Ruth gingerly passed Alice off to Michael. They sat quietly for a moment. "I just can't stop looking at her." "I know." "She's perfect. Just like her mom." Ruth laid her head on Michael's shoulder and stared at their glorious creation. "Perfect," she echoed. Away "Hello?" "Hey there." "Jake!" She gushed. "Hey, baby. I just got back to my hotel room." "I miss you." She pouts. "It's only been three days." He chuckles. "I know. But, I /miss/ you." She hints. "Oh? How much have you missed me? "A. LOT." "How's that?" "Well..." "Have you been all horny without me?" She blushes. "Jake!" "Come on. Have you been all hot and bothered without my touch?" "..." "heh. I'll take that as a yes... Where are you?" "Standing in the kitchen..."' "What are you wearing?" "Jaaake!" "What? I miss my beautiful wife, and want to imagine her perfectly in my mind. Now, tell me." She sighs. "A white tank top and shorts. I just changed for bed." "And under that...?" He prompted. "uh...nothing..." "Nothing?" He mock gasps. "You naughty girl. Were you preparing for my call?" "NO. But if I was...?" "If you were than you're off to a good start. Go lay in our bed. I want you to touch yourself." "I'm not doing that on the phone with you!" "Why not? We've done much worse together. Besides, my cock has been rock hard all day and when I cum I want it to be to your moans and sighs. ... Are you on the bed?" "Yes." "Are you touching yourself?" "...yes." "Tell me." He unzips his dress slacks. "I... I'm touching my breasts." "Dirtier, baby." "I'm pinching my nipples through my shirt... they're hard and wrinkled." He licks his lips. "I wish I was back there, sucking and nibbling on your big tits. ... Is your pussy wet?" "Mhmm." He grins. "Start playing with your clit. Rub your juicy cunt for me." "Oooh." "Yeah, baby, it feels good, huh? Do you miss the way I run circles over your clit when I tongue fuck your tight hole?" She moans aloud. "Say it!" "Yeeess. I miss the way you tuh--tongue fuck my little hole." He groans. "Mh, you like all the dirty things I'm saying to you? Do you feel like a little slut rubbing your dripping pussy to me over the phone? I bet you look so naughty on our bed, hand down your shorts like a little nympho. Are you fucking yourself?" "Oh, yes." "How many fingers?" "T..two." She enjoys the feel of her fingers in her tight, warm, liquid snatch. "Use another. I know you can fit three. Pretend it's my cock. Pretend it's Daddy's cock." A loud, lustful moan. "Mh, you like that? Be a good girl, and stretch your slutty pussy for Daddy. Fill that dripping cunt with your skinny fingers and moan for me." "Oooh, yessss." "Oh, yeah, baby. Harder. I want to hear your palm smacking your swollen clit with every thrust." SMACK! SMACK! "Ooooh, Jaake.." "Yeah, baby, fuck your pussy harder. Faster. I'd love to walk in on you like this. Flushed and breathing heavy, caught in the act. I'd come over to you, and push your dirty fingers to your mouth, making you suck them, while I slide easily into your slutty cunt, and pound my naughty girl so your heavy tits bounce around and I can feel your tight pussy clamp around my co— "Oh my, God! I'm going to cu—" "Yeah, that's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over your dirty fingers. Cum all over Daddy's big cock!" "OH!" She contracts around her fingers. "mmmh!" He freezes while spurting his hot seed to the floor. "..." "..." Heavy breathing. "Wow." "Yeah, wow. You're so sexy, Nicole." She laughs. "Oh, stop. I'm glad you talked me into this. You're so hot over the phone." "Me too. You're fantastic" He smiles. " ... So, when are you coming home? I was going to make us some popcorn. Our shows on at eleven." "I'll be right in. I've been in the driveway since I called. See ya soon, babe. I love you." "I love you too, /Daddy/." Away You stare up the steep muddy path with trepidation turning to dread. You can see the hut...tent...cage? high up the side of the valley. It is cold, drizzling rain and you might as well be naked. You got into the car fully clothed, but I have been stopping now and again--have been taking your clothes away from you for the last 2 hours. Now, as we stand in the wet November twilight and consider the view, all you have left is a thin white satin vest and your lace thong. Everything else is locked in a box in the boot. I have not said anything to you about it, only stopped and variously taken your jacket, shoes, jumper, trousers socks and hat and locked them away. You are certain you won't see them again for some time. You were freezing in the car on the way down. As you stand at the base of the steep green hill now with the rain soaking through, you find yourself shivering violently. I put my arm around you, let your hair down and stroke it. I face you away. Grasping your arms together behind you, I bind wrists and elbows tightly, quickly. The rain runs down your face and into your eyes as I turn you back. I take your left breast in my hand. The wet satin sticks. My touch is gentle. I consider you, feel your rapid heart beat under my palm. You lurch, gasp in pain as I tighten my grip, find your left nipple. Slowly, led by the pain, you are pulled to your knees. You resist; the ground is muddy, studded with gravel. You do not want to kneel there. My grip is iron and I have other bad intentions and need you in proper position while I collect myself. You aren't given to pleading, but warm tears mix with the rain streaking your face as your knees settle on to soft mud and stone. I leave you in your wallow and go to the back of the car. After a time--after the cold soaks in and you start shivering--you decided to plead. Cold and desolate and bleating. I do not answer. When I return, I am carrying a bag on my back. I stroke your hair. The utter, raw bleakness of your predicament is making the tears come freely now. I stand and consider you for a moment. -- Come. With great care, gentleness even, I lift you to your feet. My arms support and shelter you. My lips find your neck at the shoulder and I kiss you, bite you there. You feel my breathing quicken as my mouth comes to your ear. -- You are beautiful. I need you...but I must hurt you for a while yet. You collapse into me. You can no longer contain the fear, the anxiety, the longing that has been building since we left London. You start sobbing softly. -- Please...it is a broken whimper. You lean all your weight into me, stagger against me. I accept your offering and we start to climb the muddy path. At the top is the yurt. You struggled on the slippery rocky path, slathered in mud, nearly naked with your bare feet and your arms bound. I was there, though, supporting you. I did not carry you, but I did make your journey bearable. Unlocking the door, I turn and unexpectedly pick you up. Like a parody of some 50s film, I carry you trembling over the threshold and settle you on the sheepskin beside the unfired wood burner that take up a third of the room. It is cold in the yurt, and a little damp, but it is better than being outside. -- Rest for a moment. -- Yes master. I smile sadly at you for a moment. No! no! no!...oh no! You'd forgotten that I don't like to be called master. -- Yes s...s...s...sir you quickly stammer out. You are so cold and vulnerable. You love the closeness of being carried, the moments of gentleness in this harsh place and you forget. So afraid you are of having offended me, of having broken the rules, you are trying not to sob. I'm s...s...sorry sir. I sigh. It's all right. Try to be more careful. I often forgive you and bring you back on to the right path. I know that hurting you, leaving you sore and gasping and aching is also a kindness. I will not take you beyond your borders, not really. I will, however, relentlessly explore all of your frontier. I already claim some of your secret lands as my own: my Newfoundland, my America. Raw and wet and cold, you sit on the soft sheepskin and watch as I ready the fire with tinder, firelighters, logs. Your arms are aching now and you wish I would release them. Hoping that I might take pity on you, your eyes follow me around the room as I search for the matches. When I refuse to notice you, to give you my gaze you start to whimper and mewl softly. -- Quiet. I do not even look up from the drawer I am rummaging. You stop with a small sigh and sink a little. I find long matches, come to you, place the box by your knees and settle beside you. You look up at me with soreness in your shoulders and an ache in your heart. You try pleading with your eyes again, but I see through this. I grasp you chin sharply and turn your gaze left and down. I take something from my back pocket. I grasp the front of you vest and gather it away from your breasts. In one swift stroke of the knife you have not seen, the vest is gone. Unable to help yourself, you gasp and start trembling again. I stuff the tattered remains in the stove and turn back to you. Collecting up the matches, I light one and hold it close to your face. As it draws nearer, you feel its heat, hear its hiss and you begin to fear. You try to pull away but I take a handful of your hair and reel you back. -- Watch. You look. It is not as close a you feared. But, as you watch, I lower it, letting the burning head brush over your shoulder, your breast. I am quick and it does not hurt, but it frightens you. When it reaches your nipple, I linger just long enough...you yelp. I laugh and, turning, lifting, I throw the match in to the open door of the stove. I now turn away and produce a bag of tealights. As the fire smokes to life, I lay out a dozen, maybe more, of these on top of the stove. -- No real need to light these. They'll be ready soon enough. I pause for a moment and light them anyway. It is gloaming and I like to see your naked flesh bathed in firelight. The stove is growing warm, crackling, starting to draw and roar. I stand and come around behind you. My hand on your hair, I lean in and bite your neck again...hard enough to make you gasp. Hard enough this time to draw blood. You squeal and try to pull away, but I hold you in place and growl. The yurt is starting to get warm. I relent, stand and shove you hard. You lose your balance and fall to the floor. Bending to my knees, I gather your hair and lift you back upright. -- Stand up. I whisper in your ear. I push my arm through yours and lift you. God that hurts. Your arms have been bound like this for well over an hour now, and making them take your weight is agony. It is going to get worse, though. I fish in the bag and bring out rope. This goes over the supporting beam, is lashed to ties on your wrists and I use it draw your arms rapidly to the beam. Fuck! Next, I kneel beside you and lift your left ankle on to my knee. You stagger and hop about. When you have regained your balance, I slowly stand and lift you in to a split. A lashing tie is ready and slips around you ankle. The stove is hot now and makes you sweat. Panic grips you suddenly as you realise that I moving to position your exposed, elevated thigh and pussy over the stove and candles. You try to pull away, but your position is so compromised that you are helpless to stop me. I tie the free end of the strap holding your high leg to a beam on the other side of the room. Unable to pull away from the building heat of the stove, of the rising heat of the candles, you feel the terror mount. The only direction you can move is towards the heat. Tears start to stream down your face again. I lean in close and stroke your torsioned thigh. Be brave I whisper in your ear. You are not brave. You are a frightened, aching little girl strung out taught, baking after being wet and frozen. The tears come harder. The fire and candleflame are starting to bite already. -- You must bear this for me. You know that. I caress your thighs, rubbing stubborn knots out as they form. The heat from the fires hurts, but it helps as well, softens your tired muscles. Hands drift up thighs and suddenly I have your secret self in my grip. This makes everything bearable, perfect even. The thong had dried quickly in the rising heat of the stove. It is soaked again, and not just with your beading sweat. My head, by your shoulder, is irresistible now. Unable to stop yourself you twist in and try to kiss me, to bite me. I smile and pull away, withdraw my hands from your secret places. I leave you dangling and frustrated. -- Careful, my love. You don't want to touch the stove accidentally. Fuck fuck FUCK!, you crave a kiss now, crave my hands on you, but all you have is the heat. -- Please please please...touch me... Suddenly, the thong draws tight in your crotch. I have gripped it and am tearing it back and up into your pussy and ass. It is unbearably tight. You try to roll forward to take some pressure off, but that just spreads your aching thighs wider and rotates your shoulders in to a strange and awful arc. This hurts so much that tears streak your face again. You are sweating as well. You notice the sizzling sound as your odd droplet hits the top of the stove. If you were able to look, had your full faculties still, you would see that the sides of the stove are starting to glow faintly, and the tealights are a sea of molten wax. Right now, though, I have you in too much pain to allow you to notice these details. Your left thigh, the one directly over the stove, is sweating and starting to turn red. All at once, I cut the thong and the agony abates. You recover your posture. -- Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou. -- You are so gorgeous when you are in pain. I smile and sigh. From behind, my hand finds you exposed lips, works it way up until I am very gently caressing your clit. As the intensity builds, you grunt and pant and find that would offer any price I asked right now, ANYTHING, if you could have me inside you. You need this so much. -- S..sir, sir, please... -- Please what? -- P..please sir, I want to feel you inside me... You are not aware--are bound too tightly to our task--to realise that I see you in tenderness, and longing. In great respect...awe even that this amazing hurt, hurting creature has given herself willingly to me. Has agreed to cross the desert, alone and in loving despair. I, too, am crying, but you cannot, must not, know this. -- Not yet. Not yet. The sun is setting now and you must be patient. For now, you are of the moon and it has yet to rise. Straining, looking as far over your shoulder as our bondage will bear, you just catch a glimpse of my tears and this tears at your heart. You must reach me, must struggle through all the traps I have set for you. You MUST do it. -- I...I...I... But your voice fails you as I look into your eyes. My soft, sad expression wrong foots your resolve and the moment slips. There is more you must endure for me before we can say that, I whisper. I cry. You are crying too, and the pain is so much more intense because I cannot be inside you, because you cannot comfort me except in your pain. You would slip these bonds and offer yourself freely, but you know that I will not do that, not yet. I must take you; we must conspire together to suffer in our own ways. -- This I know and understand, my love. This I see. These are the words I have taught you to say, to signal me from your brightest places. I am so lost in the darkness and your contrast so bright, that I cannot always see you. -- We must continue our journey. My hand moves to your dirty, sweating overheated thigh and strikes you once, lightly. Heave and buck and sharp draw of breath as the pain drags you back to your predicament. Before you can recover, I have gingerly lifted a tealight, all glowing liquid fire. I upend its terrible payload down your crisping thigh. You scream. Another, and a louder scream. I seize your hair and pull you back in to me and the next one spills above your vaginal lips, already so hot from being so near the stove. This time you swoon, almost faint. Another follows immediately. -- My breasts. You just manage to pant out. Please! My breasts instead...You know I will not stop, will not pause now that we are moving again. All you can hope is that you have it in you to endure. Right now, though, you are in heaving panic, uncertain as you bear my blasts. You desperately need them to move to quieter regions. I pause very briefly, your next torment gingerly pinched 'twixt thumb and finger. The emotional relief, the abatement of your panic, is palpable as I raise it up and pour it over your right nipple. Your pain, however, remains a steadfast constant in the room, alive and insatiable. Finally, with what seems like hours of white agony behind us, I pour the last over your already wax-encrusted left nipple. You aren't fully here anymore, whimpering, stunned and numb. From somewhere in your depths you sense me release your leg and gentle you foot on to the soft sheepskin, feel me release the awful ligature that part suspends you from the ceiling. I am there fully and catch your collapse, lower you to your knees. I unbind your arms and carefully rub painful circulation back in to each. This unwanted new wave of pain from your arms starts a new round of quite sobbing. I cradle you, whisper my pride in you and tell you it will all be all right. Your head is on my chest, so you cannot see that I, too, am crying again. I brush the last of the wax away, stand and lifting, carry you to the bed. Again and again I whisper how amazing you are, how beautiful and how lucky I am to have someone that will share this with me. I settle you on the soft bed and you--like liquid hot wax--melt in to its comfortable contours. Hand behind your head, I lift and touch a cup of cool water to your lips. You are parched, but were so far gone that you had not realised. You drink my offering and smile at me. It hurts so much that I cannot tell you how I feel. Aches that I can only sit and admire you; admire your bravery and fortitude, all you have endured just and only for me...just and only by me. You are my pain goddess and I am lost. You smile as I offer exotic fruits and sweets to your lips, mango, papaya, passion fruit, dark rich chocolates and small sips of the richest, sweetest white wine you have ever tasted. You are still too exhausted to do much more than lay still and receive these gifts. In receiving them you understand, you see my devotion to you. This is the eye of the storm this evening and together we will enjoy the respite. Finally, your strength returning, I pour libations of oil over you. The smell of vanilla fills the room as I rub it in to the overheated skin on your belly and thighs. You lift your head and stare at me as I work. Right now, you are not afraid of me at all. -- Please. It is my turn to be overwhelmed. I hang my head, but continue to minister to you. My back is to you and there are more tears. -- Please, sir. Please. -- Hush child. I have to pause so my voice will not break. Hush. Not now. You sit up and put your hand on my shoulder. You knew I was crying silently, and now you feel it. You lean into me, breasts in my back, head on my shoulder and it is my turn to sob. I turn and gather you in my arms, kissing you. -- This hurts too, it hurts so much. Of course. You already know this, it is what drew you here, what has drawn you everywhere we have gone together. We are the broken ones. Here are the criminals, there the crimes. Together, we form a whole, but it likely not a perfect one. It took you a long time to decide to make this journey. Will you reach me some day, or are you cursed to chase forever as I mine your path? You are crying again, too. You run your fingers through my hair. We kiss. -- This can't continue, not much longer. -- It can. It will. I can take it. -- It will damage one of us, probably both of us, beyond all repair. -- Hush, child. You smile your silly smile at me. The one that pretends we are normal, that we do not play cat-and-mouse through the torture garden. Why can't I tell you? Why can't I say it? Gods, blast and damn! Release us! You continue: I love it. Sometimes it hurts sooooooo bad, but I love it, I love it that I can give that to you. Anyway, you are being narcissist again: I was already broken when you found me. You didn't do it. -- I'm not making it better. I love it, too. I love taking it from you, bleeding off the demons, beating them out of you. I hear myself. I'm just such a damned dramatic narcissist aren't I? My silly smile. -- You're your damned dramatic narcissist. Sometime, you hire me out to help you love you...All part of the charm, though. Hurts like holy hell, though. A sigh, then: I love your dimples. Now I push you back and lay my head on your breasts. I can hear your heart beat. -- Take me. Love me. Come to me. -- Hurt you. -- Hurt me. Come inside me now, though. Away at Conference I was looking forward to leaving the cold of the Midwest for the warmer temperatures in Texas. Our Company had decided to hold its winter conference in Southwestern Texas at a posh golf resort. And as in the past, the meeting would bring in members of our sales team from across the country. After the first day of meetings we headed off to a private part of the resort for a reception and dinner. As often is the case, there was drinking and socializing going on and laughter could be heard at every corner of the room. The food was of southwestern Tex-Mex variety and the beer and mixed drinks flowed freely. I had been hanging around some of our reps from our western region and they had decided to move to the back part of the restaurant where there were a couple of pool tables. Our group had been playing pool for about 30 minutes when I found myself getting teamed up with Mary. Mary was an average looking lady with large breasts, a slender figure and long flowing brown hair. I had worked with Mary throughout the year and found her to be a nice lady who had recently gotten a divorce. The pool game was a lot of fun with everyone talking smack and drinking beer. Mary and I won our game and prepared to take on the next team. "Well, that was easy" she said. "Yep, you played well" I answered back. As we began winning each team we played we began to get comfortable with each other and became a couple of smartasses. The smack talk flowed freely, as did the booze. And before long we had beaten anyone who dared to team up against us. Mary wanted to keep playing pool and asked, "You wanna keep playing?" "Sure," I said. "What do you want to play for?" Mary looked at me for a moment and then smiling said "Oh, I dunno. How 'bout the winner get's the looser to do anything they ask for the rest of the night?" For the first time I began to look at Mary in a different way. What did she mean by that comment? I wondered... "Anything?" Setting up the balls again Mary answered, "Well, within reason, of course." "You're on!" was my response. Now I'm not the best pool player, but neither was Mary. Our earlier winning streak had been heavily influenced by good luck Either that, or our opponents were drunk. Still, we played a good, close game. Throughout the game we gave each other some smack talk, each poking jabs at the other's ability, or lack thereof. At this point we were alone in the pool table area, as everyone had returned to the bar for more drinking. And when a waitress came in to ask if everything was OK, Mary said "Perfect! I think I'll switch to a 7 and 7." Looking at me the waitress asked, "How about you sir?" "I'll just have a bottle of water, thanks." Upon hearing my request for water Mary stopped eyeing up her shot and looking over her shoulder said, "So you think switching to water will give you advantage?" "Nah." I said. "I'm just pacing myself." Mary looked back at her shot and said, "Not me. I'm just getting started." I won the first game and began asking, "So, I wonder what I should have you do for me?" when Mary shot back, "Best 2 out of 3." Mary began to rack them up again and handed me the pool cue. This time I noticed her hold the stick a little longer. Stilling holding on the cue she slammed back the last of her drink and asked for another. I had lost count of just how many drinks Mary had downed, but I was pretty sure she wasn't feeling any pain. This was confirmed when I began to size up my break shot and I looked over across the table and Mary turned sideways to me and was undoing the top button of her top. She then turned and leaned forward in my direction. Smiling, Mary said, "Now concentrate. We want a clean break." From where we were to the rest of our group, no one could see us. So no one but me could see the ample cleavage Mary had just opened up for me. Staring back I responded with... "Mary, I'm afraid you'll have to do more than that to get me to mess this game up." I made my breaking shot and sank four balls. Mary was giggling a little bit as she stood up. I noticed that she didn't button her blouse back up. "Hmmm," I began to wonder. Could this evening get even more interesting? Time would tell. We traded turns and when it was my turn again Mary sat on the corner of the table and leaned back in a very seductive pose. As she did this I was certain that yet another button had been unfastened. Taking a sip of her drink, Mary smiled and said, "Is this having any affect on your shooting yet?" Swallowing hard I said, "Well, it might if I thought you were being serious." I took my shot and sank a ball. When I stood straight and walked around the table to size up my next shot Mary walked by me and slid her hand across my hip and ass. Then right before she lifted her hand off my ass she gave my ass check a little squeeze. "Hmmm" I said, "You must be getting nervous that I might win." Taking another drink Mary winked at me. As I sized up my next shot I saw Mary look around the room as if to see if the coast was clear. Then she lifted her blouse from her pants letting it hang natural. Next she quickly unbuttoned the last of her buttons and leaned over the opposite side of the table to look at me. When she did this her entire chest was exposed and her ample breasts were barely concealed by a red lace bra. "How about now?" she asked. "Well, I must admit it's getting a little harder for me to focus on the game." Grinning, she reached inside her blouse and unfastened the front of her bra and pulled the cups back to totally expose her beautiful breasts. Her tits had to be D-cups, for sure. Their pale white color was in sharp contrast to her brown nipples and open burgundy blouse. I stood frozen. "What's the matter?" she asked. All I could say was "Wow!" Laughing, Mary said, "Go ahead, make your shot. Or would you rather concede the game?" I was on to her little game now. She was determined to win at all costs. So I thought "Two can play at that game." I leaned in and took my shot. Mary's breasts were having an affect on my aim and my penis. I missed the shot, as my penis begin to harden. Laughing, Mary sarcastically said, "I guess you can't concentrate, can you?" and re-fastened two buttons on her blouse. This would hide her breasts just in case someone returned to the room, but left me to think wild thoughts about what I had just seen. Trying to figure out what I could do to get Mary's concentration messed up, I positioned myself behind her for her next shot. As she was bent over in preparation of her shot I said, "Mary, you sure have a nice ass." Mary let her head fall towards the table and laughed. "That's not going to work on me, Jeff." "Really?" I questioned. "OK, then I'll shut up". And just before Mary was to shoot I again spoke up and said, "Really Mary, your ass looks very inviting in those tight pants." Mary responded by shifting the weight of her legs to make her ass stick out further, and then took her shot. She missed. "Oh, I'm so sorry," I said sarcastically. "My turn now." Mary quickly went over to the other side of the table and opened up her blouse to expose her full breasts again. This time she cupped each breast in her hands and pinched her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. I responded with, "You'll have to do better than that". Actually, her display was indeed having an affect on me. I was bent over aiming for my next shot while my penis was pointing towards my belly. I wasn't sure if Mary could see the obvious lump in my Dockers or not, until she said, "Well, I think you are lying. That lump in your pants tells me that you are very distracted." Smiling and clearing my throat, I took my shot. I missed. "Hot damn, my turn!" Mary said in relief. As she leaned in to take her shot Mary decided to leave her breasts fully exposed. Feeling brave, I walked up behind her and slide the thick end of my pool cue along the crack of her ass. Mary let out a startled scream from the sudden feeling at her crotch. She spun around and said "Hey, that's not fair." "Why not?" I said. "You touched my ass earlier, I figured this was allowed." Still smiling Mary turned back around and assumed her position at the table. I once again slide the pool stick along her ass crack and this time Mary opened her stance a little so that the pool cue went up between her legs. When I reached her pussy she clamped her legs together and moaned, "Hmmm, I wish that was something else," and then took her shot. When it was clear that she missed I asked Mary, "So, what would you like it to be?" "Well, you'll have to see after I beat you at this game," she said with a sexy grin. This game had gotten real interesting indeed. Remembering back to what she set up for the wager, it became clear that no matter if I won or lost, it was looking like I was going to win that night, in more ways than one. Up until our games I hadn't considered Mary to be very sexy. Yet as the night wore on, with the possibilities for seeing much more of her, I began to look at her in a whole new way. It was my turn now. And as she had done before Mary stood there cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Sensing that she needed to do something even bolder, Mary stood back from the table, undid her belt and unbuttoned her pants. I froze. Was she serious? The answer came quickly. Mary smiled and looked into my eyes and slowly lowered her zipper. I could clearly see that she was wearing a matching set of red lace panties. Very sexy, indeed. "Go ahead and take your shot Jeff." Mary was holding her pants by the tops of her belt loops. So I leaned in to make my shot and Mary pushed her pants down to reveal her hips and the tops of her thighs. My pool cue glanced off the white ball and I scratched. "Ah Shit!" was all I could say. Mary re-buttoned the top of her pants and walked around the table for her next shot. When she had found her shot she leaned in to take aim. I was busy in my pants playing a little pocket pool of my own when a wicked idea raced into my head. I quickly walked up behind her and pressed my pants-covered erect penis into the crack of her ass. Mary didn't miss a beat. She kept sliding the pool cue in her hand taking aim at the 6 ball, corner pocket. And just as she made her shot I pushed into her ass firmly planting my dick right where it would love to be. Mary missed her shot, but didn't move. She seemed to like the feeling of my hard dick on her ass. She laid her head down on the pool table and pushed back against my dick. I felt it throb, and so did Mary. She let out a gasp when it twitched in her crack. I pulled away and began walking around the table for my next shot. I sized up the table and leaned into my next shot. Mary had come up behind me and as I was sizing up my shot she cupped both of my ass cheeks and leaned into my back. I could clearly feel her ample breasts mush up against my back. I was sure that I felt her rock-hard nipples on my back. And then when I slid the cue back to shoot, Mary shocked me by reaching around and took a firm hold of my hard penis. I could have cum right there. Obviously, I completely missed my shot. However, I didn't care. Like Mary had done with her shot, I didn't move. I was enjoying Mary's caressing of my penis and the feeling of her hard nipples on my back. I reached back to try to fondle her tits and ass but Mary stood up and walked around the table to look for her next shot. This game had taken a really sudden change in direction and I was "up" for the challenge. When Mary had found her shot I walked up behind her and when she bent over to shoot I leaned in again. With my dick firmed lodged in the crack of her pants, I reached around and cupped both tits. Mary let out a heavy sigh and stood very still. Rather than take her shot Mary was enjoying my caressing of her tits. I began caressing her breasts in a less-playful way and began to massage them in the most sensuous way possible. I then slid my right hand down her breast, down over her stomach and onto the button of her pants. In a quick twist, the button was loose and her pants were free. Still kneading her breasts with my left hand I slid my right hand down into her pants onto the front of her red lace panties. My middle finger easily found the center of her pussy fold and I gently pressed onto what I hoped was her clit. I figured I had hit jackpot when Mary's breathing stopped for a second and she twitched. "Aren't you going to take your shot?" I asked. "Who cares, you win," she said breathlessly. I slid my left hand off her breasts and down the front of her until I came to her left hip. I slid my right hand up to match it's left brother and grabbed Mary's pants in my hands and tugged them down. They easily fell to the floor. And there under my erect penis was Mary's naked legs and panty-covered ass. At this moment Mary dropped the pool cue on the table and slid her hands across the table to clear the balls that were under her. She then laid her head on the pool table and brought her hands around to the front of my pants. What happened next amazed me. In what seemed like one quick motion Mary had unfastened my Dockers, pulled my zipper down and grabbed the top of my underwear releasing my erect penis. The next thing I knew, Mary is guiding my erect penis into something very wet and warm. Using her right hand she had pulled her panties to one side and with her left she had guided me into her luscious pussy. I couldn't believe what had happened. It seemed that one second Mary was about to shoot the 4 ball in the corner pocket and now my own hard pool cue was going in and out of her corner pocket. Then it hit me. "Shit Mary! We're still at the restaurant!" "Someone could come in right now and we'd be history!" Mary stood up quickly, coming back to her senses too. I tried to stuff my very wet and hard penis back into my pants, and Mary was bent over at the waist grabbing her pants. Mary and I frantically were tucking our shirts back into our pants when we heard some laughter and voices headed our way. We were no sooner fully covered when several members of our Ohio sales office came in. With my dick making a hell of a tent in my Docker pants, Mary grabbed me told me, "Stay close to me. Walk directly behind me and we'll get the hell out of here." We paused for a moment in the hallway, making sure that the Ohio folks hadn't seen anything. Laughing, and half embarrassed, we smiled at each other. I whispered, "That was incredible, Mary." Mary whispered back, "Yeah, I don't know what came over me." Smirking I said, "Well, actually nothing came over you yet. I do believe I won the game and for my win I think I want to finish what we started on the pool table back in your room." Mary reached over and gave my crotch a squeeze and said, "I'll get my coat." With my hard-on still sticking out noticeably, I stuck my hands in my pockets and quickly retrieved my jacket from the poolroom. I met Mary by the door and we left the restaurant. We kept our distance from each other, as we didn't want to raise any suspicion from any of the people from the Company. It was about 10pm when we left, so there were still many people around the resort. Despite this, when we had made it far enough from the restaurant Mary leaned in and put her arm around mine and leaned her head on my shoulder. As we walked Mary whispered, "that was incredible what you did back there." "What I did?!" Trying to keep my voice down, I continued, "You started it with your sexy breast display. What else could I do?" Mary then said, "you had me so turned on that I had to feel your dick in me." "So how'd you get my pants undone so fast?" I asked. Mary only laughed. We walked in silence the rest of the way to our hotel suites. When we had reached the elevator I pressed the button, which opened the elevator doors. As soon as the doors closed Mary spun around and began French-kissing me passionately. It was then that I realized that while Mary had buttoned up her blouse, her breasts were still loose. She hadn't had time to refasten her bra. So I reached up and began fondling her breasts. It didn't take long to feel her nipples get hard again under my touch. Just then, the elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened. Composing ourselves, we got off on her floor. We made our way to her room and just as soon as the door closed behind us Mary had placed her hands on my face and resumed her passionate French kiss. So, I resumed my breast exploration. I reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. I struggled with the second button a little bit and before I could do anything Mary stepped back and in a quick tear she had ripped open her blouse tearing off all of the buttons. Now her blouse was totally open and her beautiful breasts in plain view. The light in her room was brighter than the restaurant so I was more easily able to see just how beautiful her breasts were. I stepped back and admired how perfect they were. While big, they didn't sag one bit. They were definitely Playboy-perfect! I leaned in and took her right nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around her rock-hard nipple. Reaching up and cupping each breast I moved back and forth from left to right and right to left sucking on her large and very erect nipples. While I was working on her tits Mary had shed her jacket and let her blouse fall to the floor behind her. Mary was now standing before me totally naked from the waste up. I began to kiss her softly in between her breasts and moved my head up into the "V" in her beast bone, and then moved my mouth along her neckline to just under her right ear. I was giving her soft sensual kisses on her neck and Mary seemed to be trying to catch her breath. Obviously turned on, she aggressively grabbed my head and forcefully began French kissing me again. I reached up behind her and began slowing massaging her back with my hands. Mary moaned into my open mouth as we kissed. Mary then pulled back and began to remove my coat and shirt. Once I lifted my shirt off and over my head Mary began caressing my chest. She began to slide down my chest and down onto her knees. In a slower motion than she did at the restaurant, Mary unfastened my pants. She slid my pants and underwear down my legs past my knees and immediately took my erect penis into her mouth. Mary was a pro, let me tell you. She made love to my dick like no other women I knew. She proceeded to deep throat me, fucking my penis down to the base and then back up to the tip. She was skillfully bringing me close to orgasm, but stopped short each time. Mary seemed to know when I was getting close to cumming and would slow her pace or lessen the tension. My knees were getting weak from all the pleasure, so I leaned back against the wall. This was when Mary began using her hand in unison with her mouth. The feeling was incredible. I was beginning to get that familar feeling. "You have me so close to cumming." This seemed to excite her even more as her pace quickened and her enthusiasm increased on my dick. In a matter of seconds my orgasm was building and then it hit. I began moaning, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Mary kept her pace as I filled her mouth up with my cum. Mary kept her mouth over my penis as it spasmed. Holding me tight with her hands on my hips, I fully enjoyed the sensation of her hat mouth on my penis. Once my orgasm had somewhat subsided she opened her mouth a little bit and kept the head of my penis on her tongue. This caused my cum to rush out of her mouth and pour out all over her beautiful breasts. I had seen some sexy cum shots in porn movies before, but what Mary had just done was the most awesome sight I had ever seen. She kept licking my still-erect penis and my cum continued to drip out of her mouth and off her tongue, down her chin and neck, and down onto breasts. Absolutely beautiful! Away at Conference I lifted Mary back up to her feet and we began kissing passionately again. The slight taste of my own semen was kind of erotic and dirty all at the same time. We kissed for what seemed like forever, with me working my semen into the flesh of her breasts. Mary seemed to enjoy this very much and left out little moans when I circled my cum-covered fingers on her erect nipples. I broke away from our kiss and told Mary "now its your turn." I kicked off my pants and led her by the hand to the bed. Kissing her again I laid her back onto the bedspread. With my wet cum still glistening on her breasts and chin, I began to remove her pants. After sliding her pants off I leaned up and began to kiss her belly button. Lying between her open legs I began to massage her thighs and hips with my hands, all the while I kept kissing her belly. Mary let out another moan of approval. In this position I could clearly make out that unmistakable smell of a women's sex. I leaned back to have a close look and I was greeted with an obvious dark mound under her panties with an equally obvious wet spot forming in her crotch. After some more kissing on her thighs and belly I reached up and grabbed her red panties and slid them down her hips and thighs, past her claves and off her feet. And there she was, totally naked for my personal viewing. To be honest, Mary was a very attractive and sexy lady. I never asked her how old she was but I had assumed that she was in her early 40's. And as I thought about that it occurred to me just how sexy her body was. She had taken good care of herself. I leaned back down onto the bed and between her legs. Using my hands I lifted her legs up and apart to give me full access to her wet pussy. Mary's pussy was full and somewhat hairy. She had kept her pubic hair trimmed, but obviously didn't believe in shaving. This natural look was a turn on. Despite her full mound of hair, her pussy lips protruded nicely and her clit was standing out from between her lips. When I lifted her legs up and outward, I could clearly see her moisture dripping out from between her pussy lips and down around her asshole and cheeks. She was very turned on. I slowly brought my mouth up to her pussy lips and blew softly into her mound. This caused Mary to let out a soft moan and arch her back in anticipation. Next I gently slid my tongue up her snatch and across her clit, stopping on top of her clit to swirl my tongue around the bulb. I then took her clit into my lips and gently sucked on it. This took Mary's breath away. "Mmmm, Jeff that feels incredible. Please don't stop!" I kept repeating a sequence of licking around her opening, then up her slit, around her clit, and then sucking her clit into my mouth. I did this for a few minutes and noticed that her pussy had become completely drenched. She was so wet that her moisture was now leaking onto the bedspread and was beginning to leave a circle of wetness. Sensing that she needed more I brought my right hand around and inserted my middle finger into her pussy. Forming a slight hook shape upward I found Mary's g-spot. With my finger swirling around her g-spot I returned to licking and sucking on her clitoris. Mary's breathing became more labored and her hips began to gyrate. "That's it. That's it. Like that! Oh yes, like that!" she panted. Soon, she began to shout "Oh, I'm cumming!" Mary practically broke my jaw with the thrusting of her hips. She came very hard and for what seemed like forever. I kept my g-spot movement and sucking going, but eased up a bit. This allowed her to enjoy the waves of orgasm without being overwhelmed with too much intensity. Then it happened again. "Oh God, I'm cumming again! Yes, Yes, Yeesssss!" she screamed. Finally spent, I let Mary regain her breath and enjoy the post-orgasm twitches. As I moved up her soft body I licked her tits a little more, and then moved onto the sides of her neck just below her ears. Cooing she turned and gently kissed my lips. Savoring her taste on my lips, she sucked on my lips and face to take in all of her sex juice. Never before had I been with a woman so appreciative of her orgasm. At this point I was positioned between her legs and my hard penis was a few inches away from her honey pot. I moved up and my dick easily entered her succulent pussy. The feeling was awesome – smooth, silky and warm. Wanting to savor the moment I moved slowly in and out of her pussy. Mary had begun to move her hips in rhythm to my thrusting and was doing what she could to get me insider her as deeply as possible. I then placed my arms up under her legs so that my forearms and biceps were holding up the backs of her knees. This allowed me to penetrate her as deeply as possible. She was moaning and taking deep breaths with every thrust. Wanting to enjoy this time with Mary to the fullest, I withdrew my dick and spun her over onto her knees. Then I knelt behind her and using my right hand to move the tip of my penis up and down her very wet crack, I found her pussy and eased it in. Catching her breath she said, "Oh God I love this position!" Mary then took her hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart to give me the very best access to her sensational pussy. I leaned back to check out the view and saw her little brown eye winking at me as we thrust back and forth. I could clearly see my sopping wet dick moving in and out of her glistening pussy. Her pussy lips seemed to be sucking my penis in with each thrust. This view was just about all I could take. I soon began to get that familiar feeling of my impending orgasm. Sensing this, Mary picked up the pace and began panting, "Cum for me baby. Cum in my wet pussy!" A few more thrusts and I began to feel my orgasm building deep within my body and then, with a force I can't ever remember feeling before, I shot one, two and three jets of cum into Mary's wet box. I held my dick in her pussy as deep as I could get it while wave after wave of orgasmic bliss flowed over me. As my orgasm began to subside, I moved my penis in and out feeling how different her pussy felt with my cum mixed in with her pussy juice. When I pulled out and sat back on my heels Mary stayed on her elbows and knees trying to catch her breath. And while doing this I could see my cum mixed in with her juice drip out of her pussy and onto the bed. Mary then took her right hand and began massaging her clit and pussy, mixing up my cum and her juice and rubbing it all over her pussy. What an awesome sight! Sighing, Mary rolled over onto her back and then she did something that was truly amazing. Mary took the fingers of her right hand and held them at the opening of her pussy. Looking directly into my eyes, Mary managed to push some of my cum out of her pussy and onto her waiting fingers. And then to my amazement, she lifted her hand to her mouth and held her fingers up over her open mouth. I watched in awe as she let my cum drip into her mouth and then licked her fingers clean. Then she swallowed it all with a smile. This lady was truly amazing and in credibly sexy. I loved it! It had been quite a night, and we both knew that we needed to separate for the night. The next day we'd have to act like nothing happened, so that no one would ever suspect anything had happened between us. She walked me to the door, kissed me softly, and thanked me for "a fabulous screw." I gave her a soft kiss and turned and left. That would be the only time Mary and I would connect like this and we've managed to keep our relationship strictly professional, every since. Away at the Conference It was the party after the big conference. She had been drinking and had had just a little too much. I on the other hand knew when to stop and switch to cola. The coaches arrived to return us to the hotel. I helped her on with her coat and walked her to the waiting transport. We settled down in our seats and she rested her head on my shoulder, drifting off to sleep on the journey. Not for the first time I thought how pretty she was, but she was someone else's girl. The coach pulled up and I shook her awake. "C'mon princess, we're here." Groggily she came round, and once again I helped her, my arm around her. We were the last to get our keys and stumbled into the last empty lift. "Can you help me to my room?" She asked. "I don't think my legs know the way." Outside her door she fumbled with her key until I gently took it from her and opened it for her. She stumbled in, dropping her coat on the floor, revealing again the delicious little black dress, and then sitting on the end of her bed and lying back. "Have you got a double bed too?" She asked as I picked up her coat and hung it up. I nodded, and then watched with amusement as she tried to undo her shoes. "Let me." I said. "But this is the last thing I can do for you." I slipped her feet from her shoes and looked up into her face, where a wicked grin was forming. "NO!" I said hoarsely. "But yes." She said softly, taking my head in her hands and kissing me. Momentarily I tried to pull away, but I gave in and kissed her in return. Still holding my head she leant back onto the bed, pulling me with her. I looked into her eyes. "Yes." She repeated softly. "Please." I kissed her again. Then I gave in completely and rained kisses on her face and neck. Her hands moved to my clothes, pulling my shirt loose, slipping my jacket from my shoulders. I sat up, kneeling astride her body; her hands now ran over my chest and began to unbuckle my trousers. Changing her mind, she rolled over and sat on my chest, leaning down to kiss me again. I slipped my hands up her thighs, rucking the LBD up, and then up her body to her sweet tits. She reached behind her head and unclipped the halter-top, letting the dress fall around her waist. My hands went back to her tits, cupping them, rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger. She let out a moan. She lifted herself off me and let the dress fall to the floor, standing in just her silken thong until she slipped that off too. She removed my trousers and boxers, pushing me back down as I rose to my elbows. Crawling back up the bed, she stopped as she reached my now rampant dick and licked at the head, tasting the pre-cum, before engulfing it with her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down my shaft for a while before she stopped and squatted above me, my knob at the entrance to her cunt, and then she impaled herself on it. She rode me for a while until I decided to take a more active role. Rolling back so I was above her again I put her legs onto my shoulders and began to pump. "Yes, YES, YES!!!" She cried. "I think I'm gonna cum." I said. "In my mouth, I want to be your slut." Obligingly I moved up to her head, slowly wanking. As I put my dick to her lips I came, the thick white stream splashing across her features, the second and subsequent spurts going down her throat. She wiped the cum from her face, licking her fingers clean. "I want you to take my anal cherry." She said. "Are you sure?" I asked. "It might hurt." "I told you, I want to be your slut. Fuck my ass." Her talking dirty had made my cock stiffen again, so I flipped her over onto her knees and positioned myself behind her. "Are you sure about this?" I asked again. "Just do it. I'm your slut and I want it up my ass." After slicking her asshole with the cunt dribbling from her cunt I put my semi-erect dick against her virgin starfish and slowly pushed in. She moaned in lust. I stopped to let her get used to the intruder and could feel her ass muscles clenching. Playfully I slapped her butt. "Just relax and let it in." She grunted and I pushed the now raging boner deeper in until my balls were up against her ass cheeks. "It hurts so good." She breathed. Slowly and carefully I began to fuck her butt, my hands on her hips pulling her on and off me. Soon she got the rhythm and I let her go, spanking her as I thrust in and out. She was so tight that I was soon on the point of cumming again. I pulled out of her now welcoming ass and plunged back into her slick pussy, riding her to another orgasm, but stopping before I came again. "NOO!" She cried. "Come in me. Come in your little slut's virgin ass." That was enough for me; I took her in the butt again. Within moments I had come, filling her bowels with spunk. I pulled out, streaks of cum still on my dick. She began to suck me again, but tiredness and the alcohol caught up with her and she fell asleep. I pulled myself clear of her and dressed. Looking down at her naked sweet young form for one last time I covered her with the duvet. As I left her room I wondered how much she'd remember in the morning. It was something I'd never forget.