3 comments/ 58195 views/ 10 favorites Jasmine Ch. 01 By: lolitalacedjezebel Shit. Shit. Shit. My legs scrambled up the steps of the university building. Can't be late...can't be late. I reach my classroom in record time... head to my desk, and wait. I picked my desk perfectly, directly in front of the podium-and that little walkway where she spends the majority of her time. My professor has been skipping her way through my fantasies the whole semester. Chloe Vanderbilt is gorgeous, with long legs, golden locks and crystal blue eyes, she looks like a goddess. The embodiment of Venus, all sensuality and grace, all semester I've watched her. Observed the way her hair falls over her eyes when she's deep in thought on her notes. The way her calves move as she struts from one side to the other in the middle of a lecture. The way her breasts always seem to be ready to burst out of her clothing, the way her lips look perfectly kissable. My body ached in response to hers. I always left class having to rush to the women's restroom to deal with the tizzy she left me in. It was amazing the effect she had on me. The way my body responded without her laying so much as a touch on me, seemed as if she oozed this sexuality, this erotic response. All semester I had been trying to get up the courage to make a move. The few times we had met to discuss class work...I would get close, breathe in her scent but never actually cross the barrier. I don't know if she felt the same way about me, but today I decided to test the waters. My long brown hair was curled into soft waves, and I had chosen a soft green top to accent my hazel eyes. The skirt was short (as all of mine are) and the back seam thigh-hi's hugged my skin, my heels (cute little peep-toes) made my legs look fabulous. As she entered, I crossed my legs. Making it much more dramatic than necessary... She noticed. My heart did a little tap dance in my chest. I spent the next hour feeling utterly horny. My body wishing to touch hers, my breathing becoming slightly labored... and after class, I approached her. "I need to talk to you about the paper, do you have time?" "Hmm, my office hours are full right now; can you come by say around 4?" "Of course." I quickly rushed out of the class; with three hours to kill I knew exactly what I was going to do first. The bathroom was quiet; no one was in here presently. I clicked the lock on the stall door in place. Leaning against the wall, my hands quickly reached under my skirt. I pressed my fingers against the fabric of my undies, finding them slightly wet. I slid one finger under the fabric, pressed it against the flesh. I could feel the heat emanating from me. The smooth wetness welcomed my finger eagerly. I leaned back against the cold metal of the bathroom stall. I worked against the clit, pressing ever so roughly, and then switching back to the softness. I brought myself close, and then eased back. I imagined Chloe, her soft lips against my neck, teasing their way down to my nipples. I imagined her fingers entwined in my hair, pulling my lips to hers. Then the restroom door opened. I froze. My hand stilled against the throbbing of my sex. I could feel the orgasm pushing against my hand, it desperately wanted to come screaming out of me. I heard the stall door click shut next to me. I let out a deep breath and continued. The thought of someone near me had me dripping against my palm. The orgasm was even closer, and as my hand made hurried stokes against the clit. The sound of me furiously attacking my clit reverberated in my ears. There was no doubt in my mind that the girl next to me could hear my slutiness. My legs shook as I felt the orgasm getting nearer. I slowed, wondering what she was wondering. I let out a moan, soft, barely audible. Yet it garnered a response. I heard her take a sharp breath. The exhibitionist in me took over. I sighed, and began stroking again, making sure to keep that nearing orgasm at bay. I wanted this to last. I hoped that my current state would lead to her wishing to take matters in her own hands. If she is anything like me, she can't resist wanting to touch when something of a sexual nature is around. I moaned a bit louder this time. I could hear her shifting in the stall. Her breathing was soft, as if not wanting to distract me from the task at hand. I pushed a finger inside, my pussy was hot. The flesh tight against the finger; I slid another one inside. Feeling the rush of juice against my knuckles. I began fucking myself with my fingers. The harder I pressed, the easier the moans came. I heard her breathing become faster. A slight moan escaping her lips. I pressed against the clit, if I stroked it any harder, I would come. I just knew that I was that close. I wondered if she was doing the same, if her hands had found their way to her waist, and under her panties. My brain concocted a hazy image of the girl next to me, energetically stroking herself in progression with my hurried actions. I could see her thrusting against her own hand. It was then that I heard her moan soft, but loud enough to get my attention; it was followed by a wet stroking sound. I knew she was taking care to get closer. I began to breathe faster. The orgasm teasing against the edge, my clit had been stroked to the point where each touch held that hint of pleasure and pain. I slid more juices against my finger, pressing that one hand against the clit, entering another finger into myself. I was fucking myself frantically now, crashing to cross that line. The orgasm tore through me, and I couldn't stop myself from letting out frantic moans, I gushed against my hand, hot juices coating my knuckles and wrist. The girl was right behind me, her orgasm was much quieter, and she moaned soft sweet sounds. I took the time to clean myself up, easing out of the stall and washing my hands. I knew she would want to be the last one to leave. I doubt she did this as often as I did. I left the building with still 2 ½ hours to spare. I decided to make a call. He answered on the first ring, always energetic to receive attention from me. "I'm horny." (By this time there was no need for formalities.) "Are you now?" his voice held that hint of mockery. He was going to make this difficult. "What do you want me to do about it?" "I don't really need you, your cock will suffice." I laughed, he hated it when I treated him as nothing more than a walking toy(though we both know that this is nothing more than sex, one can't help but feel a stab of hurt to be treated as nothing more than a fuck.) "Now, now...we both know that isn't how this works." "Oh?" I teased my voice dropping to that sexy tone I only use in times of desperate persuasion. "I'm sure we could work something out, perhaps a nice little taste and deep fucking is in order?" I concentrated all of my horniness into the word fuck, exploding on the syllable. He grunted. "You're such a tease. You know I love it when you say something filthy, reminds me of how your sweet little mouth can do such naughty, naughty things." "So we have a deal then? Can you be here in thirty minutes?" "Patience, my dear." "I don't have time for patience. I've got two hours before I'm scheduled to meet Ms. Vanderbilt, and you know I've wanted to get in her pants since the beginning of the semester." "You think you're gonna succeed tonight then?" "Yes, now hurry on over." "Fine, fine, thirty minutes..." I clicked the phone shut. He arrived shortly after I hung up. Standing a few inches taller than me, Charlie was not someone most would find extremely attractive. Since most girls are shallow, he wasn't muscled, and he was bald. Even still, he was hot no doubt, and the boy could work wonders with his tongue. He smiled as I opened the door. Stepping inside, he said, "Well, to the bedroom?" I led him down the hall; we had no sooner entered the room when he pressed a hand against my back. He whipped me around. His mouth crushed against mine, his tongue forcing my lips open. He knew exactly what made me wet, and what would give the responses he desired. His cock was already hard, and it strained against the fabric of his pants. "I do believe someone said something about tasting?" His eyes glittered. I licked my lips, envisioning that perfect specimen of male anatomy against my tongue, among other things. He undid he pants, and proceeded to get undressed. He stood erect and firm, precum twinkling in the light. I dropped to my knees, and licked ever so gently against the tip. His cock danced. I slowly wound my tongue around the base, sliding up and down in soft quick motions. I then moved to his balls, alternating between licking and sucking each one. I slid my mouth around the head, pushed down and took him in. He pumped against my face, and whenever I could get the chance I would swirl my tongue around the shaft while I held him in a suction grip inside my mouth. Saliva slid down my chin, and I pumped harder and harder. His hand was knotted in my hair, fucking my face, he groaned. He whipped my head back, a smile curling on his lips. He pushed me to the ground. Sliding one hand under my undies he found me wet and willing. He slid them off of me. Leaving me clothed otherwise. He pressed a finger inside, and dropped his mouth to my clit. His tongue lapped eagerly at my juices and his other hand worked his cock. Keeping it rigid for when he was ready to enter. I reached for his jeans; found the condom tucked in the pocket. I pressed it against his arm. He lifted his head; he always waited for me to tell him when I was ready. "Now." He slid the condom on, and pushed the tip of his cock against my cunt. I could feel the juices running down my thighs. He pushed himself into me. He began to thrust deeper, grunting and moaning. I waited until he was in the backwards movement of the thrust and then slammed my hips against him. The movement caught him off guard, enough for me to push him over and straddle him. I rocked back and forth, alternating between that and figure eight movements of my hips. His hands reached for my breasts, slowly he reached under the fabric, under the bra and he tugged at the mounds of flesh. I moaned loudly. Biting my lip as I pushed him deeper inside. His free hand found its way to my neck and grasped it hard but not painfully. I continued to fuck him this way, until he was near. His hands then settled on my hips, helping me with my thrusts. He pushed me deeper inside. My orgasm neared and as it came I shuddered against him, bucking in wild motions. His hands frantically grabbed my ass as he came violently against me. Sweat trickled down my spine. I eased slowly off of him. He got up, headed to the bathroom and cleaned up. He smiled as he got dressed. "Fun, as always Jasmine." He then headed out the door. I went to the bathroom, and hopped in the shower. I still had an hour to kill before my meeting. I needed to get cleaned up. After I was sufficiently ready, I headed back on campus. I made my way to Chloe's office. I knocked on her door. Her melodic Midwestern voice said come in. I eased the door open. The sunlight shone through her window causing prisms to dance in her hair. I handed her the paper. "Sit down, Jasmine." She patted the seat right next to hers. My fingers shook as I settled into the seat. She began reading over the paper, making little marks here and there. After a little bit, she sat the paper back in front of me. She leaned in close, and I could smell her shampoo: roses and honeysuckle. As she went over her corrections with me, I kept finding ways to touch her skin. My fingers grazing against her hand, my thigh pressing against hers. After an agonizing hour, she turned to me. Her bold blue eyes locked mine. "You want to fuck me don't you?" There was no hint of sarcasm, no questioning, she knew. I blushed, my cheeks turning beet red. "Yes, desperately so." There was no need to hide. "How'd you know?" "It was quite easy to tell actually, you'd always leave in such a hurry after class. The way you'd watch me so diligently, and then of course, cross and uncross your legs every time you wore a skirt. "She paused, "of course the real tell was today, when I followed you into the restroom." My eyes widened. The recollection of the restroom ran across my brain. "That was you?" "Yes, you'd did a number on me you know." She swiveled in her seat. "Well, do you want to fuck me now?" I licked my lips, the moment was here. I could take her. I nodded. "Show me." I leaned in pressing my lips against hers. They were just as soft as I'd imagined. I slid my tongue into her mouth. She eagerly kissed back. My hands settled on her waist, and I slowly reached further down. Her skirt had hitched up her thighs. My fingers trembled as I started to ease my hand under the material. She moaned against my lips, my agonizingly slow movements causing her to shift. I pressed against the fabric of her undies. My hand feeling the immense dampness there. I pulled the fabric to the side, and entered one finger into her cunt. She was hot to the touch, the wetness of her juices running down my finger. I plunged my finger in. Pressing harder as I curled and pushed against the sensitive spot that we all search for. She pushed against my hand and I slid out of the chair. I started to pull her undies down, and she rose, sitting on the edge of the desk. I licked my lips, breathing in the scent of her. I lifted her skirt and pressed my mouth against her cunt. My tongue traced against the clit, and I flicked it back and forth. I felt her juices began to flow faster and I worked hard against the slit. I sucked on her clit and pushed two fingers inside. She fucked my hand, writhing against the bone. I lifted my face and stood. I slid my undies off and pushed her further back on the desk. Office supplies rained on the floor, papers floating softly to the ground. I wrapped my legs around her waist, pressing my clit against hers. I slid up and down moving in time as I grinded against her sex. She moaned, and her mouth found mine tasting her nectar on my tongue. I slid off her blouse. Pressing my mouth to her nipples and drawing them in. She pushed me back. "I want to taste you." I stood and she cleared off the rest of her desk. "Lay down." The solid oak frame looked sturdy enough, so I did as she told. She rose, and straddled my face in the sixty-nine position. I knew what she wanted, and as my tongue found her clit, she responded by burying her face in my snatch. As we licked in time wriggling against each other's mouths, I could feel my orgasm getting closer. I bucked against her mouth, in turn she shoved a finger inside and then another. Pretty soon I was fucking her whole hand. I in turn did the same to her. We lay on her desk, hands buried in each other's cunts. Tongues working furiously against the clit. I heard her moan against my sex. I could feel my own orgasms begging to break free. I shuddered against her mouth. I felt her head rise, and her fingers take over. With her leaning further back I was able to taste all of her, and it made it easier for my mouth to work its magic. I ate at her eagerly. In response she began to cum, her body thrashing against my mouth and her fingers working hard on my clit. I pushed against her and my orgasm racked my body. She bucked harder and my mouth was filled with juices. I swallowed it eagerly. I kept licking, feeling another orgasm mounting in her body. She shuddered against me. Her cunt riding my face harder. I pressed my mouth to her flesh. And she came again. Her mouth settled on my clit and as her tongue lapped at my juices I grabbed her head pushing her further down and fucked her face. I felt our orgasms receding and we both pulled ourselves apart. She stood and picked up her undies, I did the same. I smiled at her shyly. She responded with an equal grin. "Next time, I think this session should happen at my house." "Yes, Ms. Vanderbilt." "Good, run along then. See you in class." I turned and headed out the door. "Oh and Jasmine?" "Yes?" "Excellent paper." I left, looking forward to our next meeting already. Jasmine Ch. 01 Ch.01 - Fantasy/Reality Jasmine and Dan had been together for eight years, married for three, and things were going very smoothly. They loved each other, deep down, and nothing would ever come between them. Most of the time they thought as one person, they had the same personality and preferences. Dan was taking Jasmine to see Jack, one of her childhood friends, and she had foolishly told Dan that she had recently had a sexual dream about him. She had shared these thoughts with him before, they were always open and honest, but he knew something was different here. Jack had always been in her life. When she was little he used to play video games with her and he was her first crush. Being relentlessly bullied at school meant she had very few friends, and he was one the people her parents used to know that was nearer her age than theirs. Then again, when he was twenty she was only five, and a family friend, so it was only natural she felt comfortable around him. He acted a lot younger than his age and they got on like a house on fire. When she hit puberty and started sprouting lumps and bumps in all the right places, Jack distanced himself from her a little. At the beginning she felt slightly upset, but when her mum explained that he probably did not know how to handle a pubescent teenage girl Jasmine understood and ended up getting distracted with new friends and her teenage lifestyle. It was probably a good thing, as when he did turn into her first crush she was not very subtle in showing it. It made the adults laugh. Since meeting Dan she had never really spoken to Jack. When her mum visited Jack's mum Jasmine occasionally popped along, but they moved house and she had not seen him for around two years. Jasmine decided she wanted to see how he was getting on so they paid him a visit. On the day they were visiting, Dan wanted to try a new toy they had recently bought off a kinky website. It was a remote controlled vibrating egg. Jasmine did not really see what the fuss was about and agreed to wear it out to please him. She was more worried about whether Jack had changed as he was now thirty-eight and she was twenty-four. When they arrived Jasmine realised she had nothing to worry about. They still laughed and played video games like when she was little, and he was still the same person inside. Only now they were old enough to drink and actually be on equal footing again. She felt a little flushed at the thought his greying hair made him even more attractive, so she focused harder on the screen. She was attempting to sink a level seventy-three warship with a level twenty-three frig. Things were not going to plan and she got totally thrashed. Maybe that was a little ambitious. Whaling might be a better idea... "This one is so much better than the last one. ACIII was such a grind." Jack laughed and passed Dan, who was sitting next to him on the couch, a beer. "I almost didn't buy it, but the lure of the pirates got to me." "I didn't play III. I played the ones before... I fell in love with brotherhood. This is completely different though. It's hooked me on a whole 'nother level." Jasmine joined in. "She has a thing for pirates." Dan grinned. "DAN!" Jasmine playfully punched him in the arm. "Edward Kenway... Captain Jack Sparrow... She even fancied Keith Richards dressed up as a pirate when he played Sparrow's dad in that film." He clicked his fingers and waved his hand around, trying to pluck the name out of thin air. "Pirates of the Caribbean?" Jasmine scowled and crossed her arms. "Well they were dirty bastards weren't they? Can't blame a woman for dreaming of that. Mind you, every man is." Jack chuckled and took another sip. "Care to put your money where your mouth is?" Dan suddenly produced the remote control that went with the egg. "Dan what the actual fuck are you doing?!" Jasmine's eyes grew wide. This certainly was not like her conservative husband. She had almost forgotten about the egg inside her, as it was quite small and had warmed up by now. Dan had yet to turn it on. She was like a rabbit caught in the headlights. "Am I missing something?" Jack raised an eyebrow and looked at the remote. "No." Jasmine said instantly. "Have a fiddle with this and see what happens." Dan grinned and passed it to him. "NO!" She repeated, louder. "I'll give it a go." He grinned back. Jack pressed the first setting on the remote, and Jasmine nearly fell off her chair. He looked at her in surprise. Dan knew this was breaking point, he either would or wouldn't now he figured out what was happening. Turns out, he would. He pressed a higher setting. Jasmine squeaked and stood up, not knowing what to do with herself. She had always been shy, and Dan was the only person who had ever seen her naked. She started to tremble, out of embarrassment and shyness. She could feel the egg pulsing inside her, and it made her pussy quake. She sat down again and squirmed against the chair, trying not to give anything away. She took the controller and started playing the game again, trying to keep a straight face and the controller steady. Dan looked at Jack, and Jack looked at Dan. Dan raised an eyebrow. Jack pursed his lips. "Maybe I had better give this back, as enjoyable as it would be. I think we have a more... sibling like relationship. I wouldn't want her to feel uncomfortable." Jack adjusted his jeans slightly. Jasmine saw him sigh out the corner of her eye and resolved to keep her eyes on the screen again. It made her pussy twinge to think that Jack could even contemplate thinking of doing things to her. "Oh, OK then." Dan took the remote back. Jasmine felt relief wash over her. "Only, she said she's dreamt about you fucking her for years. She even dreams about it now. It would be nice to get that out of her system. We could have a lot of fun doing it." Dan held the remote ready for the taking in the palm of his hand. Jasmine's jaw had dropped at this point and she was no longer making any effort to play the game. In that moment, Jack really took her in. She was very attractive, a nice tight young body with big blue eyes and shiny long black hair. She had pink luscious lips and her cleavage was clearly enviable to any woman. He decided he wanted to fuck her. Jasmine saw him run his eyes over body and she felt naked under his gaze. Jack's eyes finally met Jasmine's. She gripped the sides of the chair, almost fearful of his decision. He slowly took the remote, his eyes not leaving hers. Jack's fingers ran across the six speeds and hit the switch for full power. Jasmine's hand darted between her legs and she closed her eyes. She clamped her legs shut. She couldn't think of anything other than the intense feeling between her legs. She let out a whimper. "Please stop!! I am too embarrassed to do this! I can't!" She moaned. "Well if it's just being shy that is holding you back, I have no reason to stop." Jack laughed. "That's more like it." Dan laughed too. "Now there are a few things you should know. I am straight, so I'm going nowhere near your dick, and I would be thankful if you went nowhere near mine. Our entire focus will be making her feel good... Don't worry about coming, she's on birth control. Oh, and she's submissive. She is so shy she pretty much can't even have sex without you telling her what to do, or making her so horny she doesn't know what to do. Isn't that right, Jazzie?" She nodded meekly, not knowing what to do, feeling lost and exposed. She also knew this was nothing compared to how vulnerable she would feel if things continued on this path. Jack turned the egg down to second speed. He did not want to waste the feeling the top speed could generate. Dan got up and walked towards Jasmine. He put his hands tenderly around her neck to show that he was in control now, and took her hand to bring her to the couch that they had been sitting on. She tried to struggle but Jack took her other wrist firmly and they lead her together. Jack bent her over the arm of the chair and Dan sat on the cushion nearest her. Jasmine was now lying with her face in Dan's lap. She could not see Jack's face behind her, but if she could have she would have seen a wicked delight in picking such forbidden fruit written all over it. "I thought I would let you take it from here. If there is anything you want to talk to her about you will have to spank her to get a straight answer, so now would be a good a time as any." Jasmine made a muted squeak of panic but Dan kept his hand on her back. She could not believe that she had fantasized about these two things for so long and they were coming true. Dan had never truly dominated her before, it was always with her consent, and she had always wanted Jack inside her, even if sometimes she thought it might just be to put an end to the curiosity. Dan produced a blindfold from his pocked and tied it round her eyes. He stroked her hair and back while she shivered in anticipation. Jack's mouth was dry and his lips parted a little. He could not believe that this was happening. He had never really thought of her like this, but obviously when she went from the kid he used to laugh with to the voluptuous shy teenager he could not help the obvious thoughts that had popped into his head. He found them hard to deal with so he had stopped spending time with her as much as he used to. Clearly there had been good reasoning behind that. Jack could see her trembling, and when he placed his hand on her ass he felt her muscles twitch. She was very sensitive. He blew out through his nose, trying to keep calm. Stroking her ass, she eventually calmed a little, and he gently drew the skirt down her legs. She was wearing little lace French knickers in a sky blue colour, and it highlighted her little round buttocks perfectly. They were so pert and smooth. She had very light skin. Jack could see from the way the panties lay that she either shaved or was very trim. Jasmine could feel the cold air against her newly uncovered buttocks. She felt glad that she had worn sexy panties today. Her stomach pressed against the soft arm of the sofa made her pussy squeeze around the egg, pressing it hard against her g spot. A quiet moan escaped her lips as she felt Jack's hand on her bare skin. He quickly drew it away and she flinched, waiting for him to slap her cheek, but the blow did not come. She relaxed, and that is when he decided to strike. She jumped and her head shot up. Her ass cheek stung. He immediately followed up with the other cheek and she cried out in shock. It was painful, but made her wet. The buzzing in her pussy was relentless and she shivered again when Jack rubbed the palms of his hands to relieve the sting he had left her with. "Is it true?" Jack asked in a stern voice. Jasmine's pussy twitched at the tone he used. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Jasmine kept her mouth shut and closed her eyes even though the blindfold was on. She was too shy to answer. "You know what he will do if you don't answer." Dan said sternly. Jack noticed her pussy clench beneath her panties and he wanted a better look. Jack took her ankles and pushed her legs out to the either side, so that they were straight and she was much more on display. Her ass looked even finer. He could see now that her panties were wet and there was a slight sheen on her thighs. "You know what I think, Jazzie? I think you have dreamt about having me fuck you for as long as you can remember. I think you are wet because you are thinking about it and the vibrations won't let you stop. I think you like it when I slap your ass because you like being under someone's control. Now, see, it isn't just your husband, it's me too, and you have both of us to contend with. Do you think you will be able to keep quiet for much longer?" He traced a line down the edge of her panties and felt her juices. Her pussy was on fire, he could feel the warmth radiating off of it. He licked his lips. His mouth kept going dry. He could not believe his luck. Jasmine could not handle it. She was going out of her mind. She almost cried she was so happy, horny and hungry for both of them but could not get the words out. The sting on her ass had died down. Dan had never hit her that hard before. She felt immediately like he was in control, whereas because Dan loved her she knew he would never really hurt her and she could push her luck with him. Jack's words were ringing in her head when she felt him almost touch her pussy. She found it hard to keep her legs straight and apart, she felt the need to close them to relieve the pressure. Again without warning, Jack's hand came down on her ass, hard. She cried out again and whimpered a muffled yes into Dan's lap. "YES!" She blurted. "Yes?" Jack queried. "Yes it's true." She gasped as she felt the vibrations go up a notch. "Good girl." Jack could hear the vibrations now, and could see her pussy twitching regularly. She was being so good, he reflected. She clearly wasn't used to being dominated as she had caved in so easily when he had slapped her a little harder. He knew how shy she was and how hard it would be for her to overcome it. He started to think about the possibility of having her more than just this once. He could train her... His thoughts trailed off. He decided to enjoy the moment and think about that later. Jasmine felt so vulnerable and on show even though her panties were still on. She gripped Dan's leg and clung onto it for dear life. She could feel the egg gnawing away at her sanity, and Jack's manipulation of her body was bringing her closer to losing her thought processes and just being a slave to her own physical feelings. Dan unzipped his trousers and his cock sprang up immediately. He loved watching his new wife like this. He never had the heart to spank her properly, and he could never really use that tone of voice on her when she had not done anything wrong. She was being so compliant; he was starting to learn a few things. Dan started to think of the possibility of this happening more than just this once, but he shook the thought out of his mind. They were married after all; this was a one off just to get it out of her system. He could see her shaking and her ass cheeks twitching. He could hear the egg. He could smell her juices and wanted to take a look behind, but he had seen it all before and wanted to give Jack a good day too. Her grip on his leg was uncomfortable but he knew she needed to hang onto him. He pushed the tip of his cock near her lips and pushed faintly on her hair. She took the head into her mouth and sucked it lightly like a lollypop. He loved it when she did this because it gave her comfort. He could just enjoy the sensation and she need not feel pressure to make him come and just enjoy the feeling of him in her mouth. Jasmine relaxed as soon as she started sucking Dan's cock. It was like sucking a thumb when you were a child and it gave her comfort and made her feel secure. The tension went out of her legs and she felt like it was a little easier to cope. Jack saw her relax and took advantage. He slapped her lightly on her crotch then placed his hand firmly over her hole and clit. He pressed harder and slowly moved his hand in a circle. She moaned against Dan and his head fell back against the sofa. It was like watching dominos fall. He was not into men, but he found it a bit of a buzz that he could affect Dan and help the guy out by manipulating his wife's body. He removed his hand and slapped her ass. She cried out again, the sound muffled by cock, and Dan grinned and Jack. He was loving every second of this. Jasmine's skin was so fair she was already starting to turn a shade of pink. Jack normally had to do twice as much twice as hard to get this result. Her pussy had been hiding for long enough. He pushed her legs together and slid them down. Jack could feel her tense as soon as he did it. And she stopped sucking, her grip on Dan's thigh increasing. Her cheeks flushed red. She was definitely a shy one, he was really going to enjoy making her scream his name when she came. That would be the ultimate test of how much he could control someone this timid. Taking control and removing her panties so she was fully on display was something anyone could do with enough physical force, but getting his name from those lips at the height of pleasure would take more than the odd slap to her ass. She had to want you to hear her scream your name in order to scream it right, and with someone this shy it would take all his skill. He had a head start with Jasmine just because she would automatically trust him because they had known each other so long. It could take months to get to the same point with a new girlfriend. Jack opened and straightened her legs again. The vibrator was doing its work, and she was definitely ready and waiting. He let his thoughts slide back to the girl he had watched grow up and felt a little guilty for using how much he knew about her to manipulate her, but he wanted her to go wild, not just enjoy it, and to do that he had to get inside her mind. "Are you nervous, Jazzie?" Jack asked. He saw her tighten when he said her name. "Yes." Every word that came out her mouth was a whimper. "Why are you nervous?" He faintly slid his finger in a straight line from her asshole to her clit. "Because." She managed to say, but fell silent. "Because?" He slammed his hand against her left cheek harder than he had done before. This time there was a definite imprint of his hand on her cheek. She screamed this time and tried to get up, but Dan held her down. Good. Jack could count on him to comply too. "OnlyDanhasseenmenakedandIhaveonlyeverbeenwithhim!" She blurted out like it was all one word and sobbed lightly into Dan's crotch. "Good girl." Jack said and turned the egg up to the fourth notch. Only two more to go. Jasmine could not believe he had struck her so hard. She was starting to be a little scared of him so she said the truth without even thinking. She could have lied but she had the feeling he would have been able to see right through it. He had known her long enough. She was hoping she was on the last setting of the vibrations again; she could not cope with much more of this. She could feel her nervousness slowly fading as her arousal and need increased. Soon there would be nothing left but animal desire. Her legs started to close as if by their own accord, she needed to relieve the pressure. She pressed herself harder against the sofa, which seemed to slow the egg a little, and moved her hand underneath her to touch her pussy. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Dan had noticed what she was trying to do, and decided to join in with the stern voice. He decided he liked the way she reacted to it. She stopped her hand and hesitated before she managed to reach it. Jack gave him the thumbs up behind her back. "You know he won't let you get away with it, and neither will I." Dan added on, feeling more confident. Jasmine noticed the change in Dan's voice and immediately stopped. She knew that he wasn't acting anymore. She opened her legs and carried on sucking his cock. "Good girl." Dan said, and Jack increased the egg once again. She moaned a long and loud, desperate moan. Both Dan and Jack knew she had crossed the line and she would do what she was told because she needed the release. Her body had taken over. The only way Jasmine could handle the pressure and arousal was by moaning. She had not meant to but as soon as she started it she let go, her desperation changed its pitch and it went on for longer. Her pussy needed touching and it was all she could think about. She could feel her own wetness constantly increasing. She had been so close to touching it. God she needed it so bad. Jack decided it was time to let her feel some pleasure. He used his thumb and forefinger to pinch her pussy lips together and stroked up and down. He never touched her clit with his hand but pushed her lips together either side of it. He did not think it was possible but it made her wetter. Her pussy was constantly clenching, and every time it did, he knew the egg would have more of an effect, making her clench and twitch again. It was like a never ending circle for her. Jasmine Ch. 01 As soon as Jasmine felt his fingers pinch her lips together tears leaked out her eyes. Even this small faint touch felt so good. She was glad she was blindfolded so they could not see. Dan knew Jasmine better than she knew herself, so he knew she was crying at the sensations she was feeling, but he understood they were good tears so he just stroked her hair and neck with light fingers to show he was there if she needed him. He could never have treated her that badly without the help of someone else she trusted to back him up and give him confidence, and not knowing how she would react. He expected to be leading this, but Jack had obviously done it before so he decided learning was better. He knew after today he would be able to push her a lot more than he had done previously. Jasmine took comfort from the hand on her neck and head. Her legs were quaking but she tried to keep still. She felt him part her lips and hold them to either side. Now she was really on display and it felt lewd and made her feel vulnerable again, but she liked it. He pulled them out a little tighter and she could feel her clit throb under his gaze. She could feel her blood pulsing through it and when Jack blew lightly on her, her pussy clenched tightly around the vibrating egg, making her moan. Dan saw Jack reach onto the nearby table and chuck a tie at him. He knew exactly what to do. He removed her hands from his thigh and placed them above her head, wrapping the tie securely around her wrists. He had seen this in porn plenty of times, but only seeing his young wife tied like this did it really make him realise how helpless she would now be. The thought made his cock jump. Jack did not let go of her pussy throughout the entire process. When she was secured, he spread them wider with a firm hold and licked the tip of his finger. Her clit was cute and small, but he could tell it was swollen and red compared to usual. Her whole pussy was a deep shade of pink that contrasted to the rest of her body. Jasmine had not fought when Dan went to tie her hands because she was so focused on what Jack was doing to her she did not realise what they were planning. When she felt her wrists locked together she tested her bonds. They were tight, almost painful, so she stopped moving against them. She trusted the men she was with. She stopped herself being afraid. Her breasts now pressed firmly against the sofa as she could no longer support herself. She felt Jack pull her pussy lips to either side with renewed pressure, and her skin stretched either side of her clit, pulling it taught. She moaned. With his wet finger he slowly stroked it once, putting a medium amount of pressure behind it. It was not fast as a flick, but it was not slow enough to fully relieve her need for her clits attention, just give her enough of a taster to increase her want. Her legs buckled and she gasped and moaned. He immediately increased the egg to its second highest setting and she sobbed and bucked upwards. Dan held her securely, making her suffer the pleasure of Jack's administrations to their full extent. She returned to his cock and was sucking a little harder now, beginning to move her head. She was really getting into it, like she wanted to please them so she could have her release. He groaned when he hit the back of her throat for the first time and held onto her hair with his other hand. She complied and moved faster. Jasmine had lost all thought completely, and could only think of pleasing and getting pleasure in return. She had stopped crying and struggling, and was concentrating on the burning need inside her pussy. Jack decided it was time to really get going. "I am going to make you come." He stated. "I want you to ask permission before you do, and hold it back until I tell you that you are allowed. If you don't do this, I will make you need it far more than you do now, bringing you to the edge repeatedly until you will say anything I tell you to just for me to let you come. Do you understand?" He asked. "Yes." She gasped and continued sucking Dan's cock with all her skill. She would have agreed to anything to feel his touch again. "Good girl." He grinned. She twitched. Jack picked her up off the sofa, her lips making a sloppy popping sound as Dan's cock fell away from her unexpectedly. He carried her to the bedroom while Dan followed. Jack placed her on the bed and Dan lay next to her, kissing her neck while Jack left the room. Dan removed her top and bra, and started stroking her nipples. They were a pale pink, and contrasted lightly to her light creamy skin tone. Her breasts were large but not overly so. The nipples were hard and sensitive, and she squirmed under his relentless tickling touch. Jack came back into the bedroom and tied her hands to the bed while Dan continued to tease her. He pulled her down so her body was fully stretched out and she could not fight back. She squealed and arched her back when Dan pinched her nipple between his fingers and pulled it upwards a little harder than he normally would have. He did the same with the other one and they turned a little redder. He decided to be a little braver and harshly flicked the nearest one. Jasmine felt the painful flick and yelped. She had never felt anything like this before. It hurt, there was no pleasure there, but after the initial burst of pain subsided she could feel her nipple throbbing and it felt more sensitive. It tingled and stung. She liked it. She expected him to do her other nipple next and was waiting for the pain, tensed on that side to make it hurt a little less. Dan could see she was fighting against her bonds, tensing on the side where he had yet to flick her nipple. He considered the reaction she had given when Jack had done what she had least expected with where he landed his slaps, and he decided to try it out. Instead of flicking the nipple he had yet to claim, he flicked the one that was tender and sore from his previous blow. He did it at the same intensity, harsh and hard. She screamed his name and gasped with pain. It was definitely redder now. He would have to make it even. He did two quick painful flicks to the other nipple, one after the other, and she started sobbing and moaning with pleasure at the same time. Jasmine felt so confused. She hated the feeling of the flick, but the fact Dan could treat her like this made her head spin. Her nipples felt hot and she could feel the mark of where his finger had hit. It matched the intensity of the heat between her legs. She froze as she heard Jack on her other side, placing something metallic on what was probably a bedside cabinet, as it sounded like wood. Dan placed his hands on her stomach and shoulder. He kissed her arms and neck. She jumped when she felt something very cold and wet touch her burning left nipple. She knew it was Jack. She thought it felt like ice, maybe he had got an ice bucket. The burning pain receded and she sighed. She enjoyed the sensation, but then it became uncomfortable and began to burn because of the cold. She was about to ask for him to stop when he removed it, and replaced it immediately with his mouth. The warmth was exquisite and he bit her nipple lightly, while putting ice on the other one. Jack moved to the next nipple when it was cold enough and sucked on it, biting and rolling it between his teeth. He knew she would be very sensitive to this by now, and she was pressing her bottom into the mattress and squirming about. He trailed the diminished ice cube down to her pussy. Jasmine felt rivulets of water drip down either side of her body as the ice cube made its way lower. Dan was manipulating her breasts still, and Jack moved down with the ice. It made her have goose bumps and every time she felt a new drop of water slide down across her skin it made her shiver. Not being able to see made every feeling so much more intense as she had no idea where each of the four hands and two mouths were planning to go next. Jack opened her legs and she thrust toward him, whimpering. "Please." She could barely gasp the words. Jack thought she had been good enough. He slid the ice cube down her slit and back up again, holding it gently on her clit. When her heat had melted it to the size of a penny he pushed it inside her pussy. He knew at that size it would melt fast enough not to damage her skin, but still be hard for her to take. He moved his fingers along her slit to wet them, and gently slid them inwards. He could feel the vibrating egg now, and pushed the ice cube to the other side of it. curved his fingers around the underside of the egg and gently pushed upwards, forcing the vibration against her tender and sensitive G-spot. She shrieked and pulled against the bonds. He held it there, and she bucked upwards, trying to stop the too-good sensation. He would not let her escape it. "Please... Pleaaase." She sobbed and tried to shut her legs. "Don't you dare shut your legs, or I will flick your nipple much harder than I did last time." Dan ordered and put his hands around her neck. She moaned and fought to control her limbs but they would not instantly obey. Her muscles were tensed from her head to her toe as she forced her own legs apart while Jack started to move the egg up and down and in circles, making her pussy twitch and clench every time it found her sweet spot. "You can do it Jazzie. Just relax. Stop fighting it and take it." Dan whispered into her ear. Every sentence made her squirm but she managed to do as he said. Dan stroked her neck and moved to her stomach and breasts, swirling his hands around to her sides and back up again. "It's too hard." She sobbed. "I can't do it." "Yes you can. You are doing it right now, and you don't have a choice. I know it feels like it is too good, but if you close your legs you are never going to come, and you will never get to feel Jack inside you." He said matter-of-factly. Jasmine knew she needed it. She knew she would never be able to stop thinking about it if she failed, so she fought with all her mind to keep her muscles relaxed and her legs wide for Jack. Having Dan whisper in her ear was making it even hotter, and she knew if it were not for Dan she would never have been feeling so good. She felt so overwhelmingly in love with him for doing this to her. When the ice had melted Jack slowly pulled the egg out and let her have a small moment of release. She lay limply on the bed. Jack put his fingers back in and stroked her G-spot relentlessly slowly, building up quicker. Her legs were quivering, starting to close again. She was moaning and unconsciously fighting the bonds that were tying her to the bed. Dan continued to stroke her, biting her nipples harder now, making her squeal and beg for him to stop as he was intensifying every feeling in her body. Jack motioned for Dan to hold her in place, so Dan placed his hand arm over her waist and got a firm grip, ready to restrain her. Jack silently moved the egg to her clit and wiggled it firmly from side to side, making it flick from left to right. As soon as it touched her she screamed and bucked, but Dan held her down and she could not move an inch. The pressure on Jasmine was unforgiving, and she sobbed at the overwhelming pleasure that was too much for her to take. She felt something change in the pit of her stomach almost instantly, and she knew she would come quickly if he continued his assault on her G-spot and clit at the same time. "PLEASE!" She screamed at Jack. "What do you want Jasmine?" Dan put his hand around her neck and pinched her nipple with the other. "Please come please. PLEASE CAN I COME!" She managed to get the words out eventually with tears running down her cheeks. "Hold it in Jasmine. I don't want you to come yet." Jack said softly, calmly. "I CAAAAAN'T!" She screamed. "You can. And you will. Because you know we are in charge and you will do exactly what we tell you to." Dan chimed in. Jack nodded towards the remote, and Dan increased the egg to full power. He could barely control his wife, and he had to force her into the bed in order to keep her still so that Jack could continue his exact ministrations. Jasmine could not take it. The feeling in her pussy was too intense. She was going to come whether she could stop it or not. She was on the edge and could feel herself about to fall off, her pussy tightening and shuddering already. "Jasmine, if you say my name... You can come." Jack pressed harder on her G-spot. She did not need telling twice. "Ja...aaa....aaaaack. Ahhhahaa." She screamed and sobbed at the top of her lungs while her body convulsed. It was the most erotic thing Jack had ever heard, especially coming from her lips. Jack waited until after she had completely finished coming before he let her rest. She was shaking and covered in sweat. He could see tears had escaped her blindfold as there were mascara stains on her cheeks. He lay down next to her on the opposite side to Dan. "You did so well baby." Dan said and kissed her neck tenderly while his hand was on the breast nearest to him. Jack removed her blindfold and let his hand rest on the breast on his side. Jasmine blinked as there was bright sun filtering through the window. She could not stop shaking, the aftershocks still running through her. She was in a bit of a daze, not really knowing what to do or say. She closed her legs with some difficulty; she felt like jelly and had no strength. It was the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She closed her eyes and listened to their voices. "I could not have put it better myself. I am very impressed Jazzie. You came hard for me." Jack pinched her nipple and Jasmine whimpered. "You haven't had enough though. We will let you have a little nap while we go and talk. But we will be back for more." Dan told her. Jasmine already had her eyes closed and moaned in response. Dan placed a pillow under her head. "Fancy a beer?" Jack whispered across Jasmine to Dan. "Beer." Dan nodded. They left her covered up in the cosy duvet, he cheeks flushed and her pussy still damp from her exertions, her hands still resting on the pillows further up and tied above her head. They retreated to the living room and Jack dished out the beers. "Well that escalated quickly." He quoted a well-known meme and knocked bottles with Dan. "I think if it escalated too slowly we would have thought about it more. Probably a little too much. That and it would have given her time to be even shyer." Dan laughed. "Where do you want to go from here?" Jack asked serously after a few seconds of silence. "I am game to try whatever. I have learnt quite a bit already." Dan replied. Jack nodded to his response. "Well, I have a few ideas..." Jack walked to the hallway and took a last look at Jasmine, lying there with her nipples just peeping out of the top of the cover, hands deliciously trussed up behind her head. He closed the door so she would not be able to hear their plans for her... I hope you like this one! I was originally intending for it to be a one off... But this chapter become much longer than expected and I realised I could take it further. Please rate or comment; it really helps me carry on writing at my best. If you don't like it, please tell me why! I always like to improve. Thank you readers, it is a pleasure writing for you. Fly x Jasmine Ch. 02 I'd replayed what happened between Chloe and me over and over since that day. Part of me thought it must be dream, that there is no way I spent an hour with my face buried in her snatch. Yet then I remember the orgasm, the way her fingers felt, and the scent of her sex. It was with this recollection that led me to my current state. I'd awoken from another dream of Chloe and me; to find my fingers between my legs. My clit pulsing as the orgasm ebbed. I could feel the juices running between my fingers and the dampness of my thighs confirmed that I had just come. I sighed, rolled over and in the darkness reached for my phone. There was no way I could sleep now. I flicked my cell open and scrolled through my numbers. Who would be willing for a late night booty call? Just then my phone rang, blinking Marisa's name. My lips curled into a Cheshire grin and clicked the talk button. "Hello?" I mumbled trying to sound like she'd awoken me. "Jasmine? I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" Marisa's voice slurred on the r's. She had been drinking; oh this was going to be fun. "Nah, it's cool. What's up?" I climbed out of the bed, headed to the bathroom, flicking on lights as I went. "I was wondering if you'd be up for something..." her voice turned into that sickly sweet tone she knew I couldn't refuse. Not like I was going to anyways. "Spit it out Marisa, it's the middle of the night." I tried to sound irritated, which is hard when I'm sporting' this shit-eating grin. "Well, it's just you said, if I ever need some relief, to you know call you, and we had so much fun that first time, I mean...I was just hoping that..Umm...umm." she stuttered. Gosh, she was making this more complicated than it needed to be. "So, you want me to take care of your tension, huh? Basically, you wanna fuck?" I tried to sound nonchalant but with the wetness from my orgasm still between my thighs and my cunt heating up at the prospect of some female stimulation, my voice became a little strained. "Yes. That's exactly what I want." Her voice sounded relieved that she didn't have to ask, drinking didn't give her as much courage as she'd hoped for. "Well, if that's the case, come over now. Is it just me and you?" "Um, actually you said that you had someone in mind for what we discussed last time...and I was wondering if he's available?" "Charlie? Oh, he's always ready and willing. Yeah I'll give him a call, you want him to pick you up?" "Would he? I mean that'd give me a chance to get to know him..." "Sure, where you at?" "Club Elicit." "Okay, I'll call him, he drives a bluish-purple sports car thing...anyways he'll honk at you. What are you wearing so he'll see you?" "Um, black miniskirt and red v-neck shirt, heels and long white duster." "Short skirt and a long jacket, huh?" I giggled. "Yup, I can be outside of the club in 30 min. Is that enough time?" apparently Marisa didn't get the reference. "Should be plenty, see you soon." With that I hung up the phone and dialed Charlie. It rang a few times before he answered. "What took you so damn long?" my voice held that anger that never really amounts to anything. "What do you think did?" he retorted. "Oh, well get your hands off your cock, flick off the porn, I've got a proposal for you." "Really? Hmm...what kind?" "I need you to head over to Club Elicit, pick up this girl Marisa, and then bring her and yourself to my place for some fun. Think you can do that?" "Marisa, as in sex in the coat closet girl, the one from that wedding?" "Yeah, that's her, so you gonna go get her or what?" "Hells yeah, that story was great. How long?" "She should be outside by the time you get there, since you live nearby, and she's wearing a black short skirt and long white jacket." Charlie laughed at the image. "Like the song, huh?" "Mhmm, now hurry up...the door will be unlocked just come to the bedroom." "Okay, see you later." I clicked my phone shut and headed to the bathroom, I had a few minutes to freshen up. Adjusting the temperature of the water in the shower I stepped in. Closing my eyes I was confronted with the memory of how Marisa and I met. I was attending a wedding for a girl I knew from the office. Once the ceremony was over I decided to skip the reception and head on home. When I went to pick up my coat from the coat check room I was confronted by this girl, bent over and her pink undies poking out from under her short uniform skirt. I'm guessing she'd dropped something. When I clinked the bell on the desk, she stood up quickly and spun around blushing. I could see the pink outline of bra under her white top and the black tie had my brain swimming. God, how I love matching undies and uniforms. "Do you need to get your coat, m'am?" "Ugh, I hate being called m'am, call me Jasmine." I reached over lifting her name tag a little closer. "Marisa." My fingers brushed the top of her breasts as my hand retreated. Her dark brown eyes locked on mine and I flashed my 100 watt smile. She was going to be terribly easy to turn. She stared at me like that, and I never dropped her gaze or let the smile fade from my lips. "Think I could get that coat now?" I teased. "Huh? Oh, yeah, right, do you have your ticket?" I pulled out the slip of paper, laying it in her palm. I saw her chest rise suddenly. She quickly turned on her heel and disappeared into the closet. I stood there tapping my heel against my other foot. After a few minutes Marisa spoke from within the closet. "I can't seem to find it." "Hmm, maybe I can help, can I come on back?" "Sure let me get the door for you." With that she returned a pushed the door open. Stepping into the room I pressed against her. She smelled like a sweet strawberry, ripe for the picking. She held up the ticket. "It should be on that rack but I don't see it." Looking confused, she bit her lip. I felt that familiar stirring between my legs. I headed over to the rack in question, pushing jackets aside I noticed mine, below lay the other half of the tag. I bent down, picked up the tag, and when I rose Marisa's face was right in front of mine. "Here's why..." I didn't get the chance to finish because her lips crushed mine and she wrapped her fingers in my hair. Her kisses frantic, she pulled back suddenly. "I'm...I'm...I'm sorry." I smiled, traced my tongue across my lips. "Not a problem." I leaned in pushing my body against hers. My fingers tugged at the underside of her skirt. I felt her breath against my neck as I pushed her up against the wall. Her legs parted, allowing my hand to find her sex, I pushed her undies to the side, finding her wet. I kissed her neck, letting my breath heat the skin. I worked a finger against her slit, stroking it over and over with my thumb. I slid two fingers inside of her. Her body tightened around my knuckles. I pressed deeper in. Slow fucking her pussy with my hand as I felt her hands searching for the bottom of my skirt. Using my free hand I guided her to my dripping cunt. Her fingers worked expertly against my clit and we rocked in motion to each of us masturbating the other. I could feel the orgasm working its way up and as I came I kissed her hard, when her own orgasm released she left a beautiful little bite mark on my shoulder. After this ordeal, of course gave her my number. In the shower I couldn't help getting turned on by the memory of our first encounter. I turned the shower head on pulse. Popping the head from its mount I placed the nozzle between my legs. The heat from the water and my already sensitive state had me cumming in minutes. I slid out of the shower, dried myself off and threw on a red camisole and red undies with black lacing on the side. I headed toward the voices in the bedroom. Once in, I evaluated the scene. Marisa set delicately on the edge of the bed, her supple frame looking picturesque, her jacket lay across her lap and her hands clutched the fabric. No doubt she was nervous. Charlie leaned against one of the posts, arms crossed. He'd been in the middle of a sentence when I entered. Turning, he nodded a sly smile lighting his face up. "Now, what are we talking about?" I questioned, placing a hand on my hip. "Oh, I was just teasing Marisa as to why I had to be here." his eyes did that little dance of the all knowing. "So, I'm guessing you two got acquainted on the drive over?" "Well enough." Marisa's voice was quiet, delicate with that hint of huskiness and exactly how I remembered. "Um, how do we go about this?" her voice lilted on the question, and her eyes darted from side to side. "How about some background stimulation?" Charlie moved to the nightstand and grabbing my remote flicked on the TV. "What do you have in the player Jasmine?" "No idea, probably something from Barely Legal." He laughed. "I should think so." As the DVD came to life we were confronted by those wonderful images that always leave me wetter than before. Besides, it never hurts to have echoing moans. I moved towards Marisa, leaning in I gave her a kiss. Her mouth hesitated before finally letting go. Her tongue playing against mine. I felt her hand reach up, resting on my sides. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charlie take up residence in the chair against the wall. He was going to wait until I got everything going. He nodded as if to confirm my suspicions. I slid my hand up under her chin and cupping it I whispered. "Take off your clothes." I settled on the bed to watch. She nodded and stood, pulling her shirt off and then sliding the skirt down her legs. She stood in black lace bra with a matching garter. I wiggled my finger at her to come closer. Once she reached my lap, I eased a hand up her thigh and towards her sex. Expecting to find fabric, I was shocked when my hand settled on skin. Marisa smirked. "Crotchless? Oh, you naughty naughty girl." My voice became thick and I heard Charlie groan from the chair. He'd removed his clothes and was sitting still, not yet at "attention". "I learned from last time." Marisa spoke. I pulled her closer to me. Forcing her to straddle my legs. She lowered her face to mine. Pressing her breasts against my chest as she kissed, removing my hand from between her thighs, I unhooked her bra and slid it off, tossing it on the floor. Her fingers lifted the fabric of my camisole. Sliding it over my head, I leaned back onto the bed. Marisa followed, her mouth kissing up my legs and across the tops of my thighs. She breathed against my sex as she hooked her hand into my undies. Sliding them down my legs ever so slowly. She then climbed on my lap pressing her crotch against mine. Her mouth settled onto my breast, her tongue licking the nipple. I ran my fingers over her breasts, delighted that the nipples perked to my touch. I then lifted Marisa off my lap and positioned her on the bed. I saw her catch a glimpse at Charlie, who by this time was working slowly on his growing erection. Placing my face against her crotch, I licked her slit. Her body responded immediately. I licked slowly, teasing her flesh. She tasted exactly how she smelled, like strawberries and I relished in her flavor. I pressed my lips to her clit. Kissing the nub as I darted my tongue along in quick motions and Marisa's hips would rise in tandem. I felt hands against my bare skin. A sign that Charlie had moved, and I could feel him spreading my legs wider. He slid a finger into my cunt, and continued to stroke his cock. We continued like this, me bringing her close and Charlie doing the same for me. Finally I lifted my head. I pulled Charlie's cock to my face. Sliding my tongue against the tip, which was dripping with precum. I worked him slowly. I felt Marisa rise and settle between my legs. Her mouth worked expertly against my clit. She alternate between flicking it with her tongue and sliding that muscle deep within my pussy. I saw Charlie reach over and begin to stroke her with his hand. He looked down at me and I gave him the go ahead. He slid out of my mouth and moved behind Marisa. His cock was rigid as he entered her, and I felt her gasp against my sex. He began to fuck her harder, hands gripping her waist. I whispered not to let her cum, or he to do the same. I had an idea. I felt my own orgasm rising. Her tongue hot and quick. Lapping against my growing wetness. I bucked against her mouth and her hand reached up, gripping my thighs as Charlie plowed into her. My orgasm broke then, and I felt the juice oozing down my thighs as Marisa licked every drop she could. She lifted her head, Charlie still working her from behind. I slid out from under her and crossed to my dresser. Reaching into my toy drawer, I lifted the box which held my strap on. I slid it on in a matter of minutes. Charlie had knotted his fist in Marisa's hair and turning, seemed to get where I was going with this. He continued to fuck her as I lubed up the toy. Crossing back to the bed I stood next to him, and began to flick her clit with my fingers. Charlie slid out of her and I quickly replaced him. She gasped then and turned. Her eyes lit as she saw me behind her. She buried her head into the mattress and groaned. I motioned for Charlie to climb on the bed and he did so. Moving towards Marisa's face, once situated he lifted her head. Her mouth opened and he slid his cock inside. Tossing his head back as she began to suck. We got a rhythm going, me fucking and her sucking. I could feel her thighs tremble as I continued to work against her clit. Her orgasm was close. I heard Charlie moan, he was getting close, and I began to pound into her harder. I wanted to feel her explode against me. She bucked against my thighs, spreading her legs to take me in more. I felt her orgasm begin to crest and as she got closer her mouth worked furiously against Charlie's cock. His body shuddered and he started to cum. Thick cum spurted into Marisa's mouth, some dribbling out the corners. Charlie always did cum more fluids with oral sex. Once he was done I pulled Marisa closer and Charlie slid between her legs, his mouth taking over for my hand. She moaned faster and I was only happy to oblige. I felt her start to break as Charlie's tongue sent her over the edge. She gushed hot liquid against my thighs and bucked wildly as the orgasm broke thru her body. Charlie slid out from under her and lay in the middle of the bed. I lowered Marisa's still shuddering frame against his right side, he draped an arm across her flesh. I undid the strap on and took up residence on his other side. I flung my leg over his thighs and we lay there a mass of naked, spent flesh. Soon we all fell asleep. I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. I pushed out from under Charlie's body and Marisa's legs. I flicked open the phone, and number I didn't recognize flashing across the screen. "mmmm, hello?" "Jasmine?" the sultry Mid-Western voice spoke. I jolted upright, much to the complaint of my bed companions. "Yes. Ms. Vanderbilt?" "Mhmm, Jasmine, I was wondering if you could come by tomorrow?" "Sure, I'd be able to, what's the address?" "I'll email you directions. Now, you sounded like you were asleep so I'll let you go." "Okay, Ms. Vanderbilt." I placed the phone on the nightstand and lay back against Charlie. The rise and fall of his breathing easing me back into my dreams. Jasmine Ch. 02 This is a continuation from one of my earlier stories entitled "Jasmine". A few readers asked me to continue writing about young Jasmine and Mr. Eric Blake. Hope that you will enjoy reading "Jasmine: Chapter 2" as much as when you were reading the first "Jasmine". Thank you. ========================= "Never Jasmine. Never." He said. Mr. Blake whispered those words to her in the cover of darkness. Jasmine was confused and she thought that after he fucked her twice that day and cum inside her pussy twice, she had actually satisfied him. Jasmine shuddered, as she knew now that she could not leave this man just yet. She remembered the promised he made to her after she had satisfied him, he would give her the money. She knew that she could leave him anytime, he did say that, yet she could not make herself move and leave him. His hand was still on the sore flesh of her pussy and Jasmine realized it was hopeless not to lust over this magnificent man. She stared at the mirror on the ceiling of his bedroom and the moon outlined his lean body behind her. His long muscled legs and those possessive arm around her and she felt afraid that this man had the capacity to hurt her. Eric stayed motionless with his hand on her mound and dreaded the idea that maybe Jasmine knew that she had satisfied him more than any other women in his life. She must not know and until he told her otherwise, he would fuck her until he grew tired of this red haired woman on his bed. Money was not an option and the way he led his life would help him in making sure that she could not simply slip away from his grasp. He loved her name on his lips and Eric's lust was triggered when Jasmine unconsciously thrust her mound closer into his hand and it was already damp with her juices. He inserted his long lean finger into her pussy. Jasmine suddenly moaned in the dark. She curled into a ball tightening her legs pressuring his finger to go deeper. He inserted another finger in her soaked canal and they stretched her pussy more as she moaned even louder trashing with the passion building. He continued moving his fingers, and they were covered with juicy dew and he inserted her third finger making Jasmine bolted on his hand. Both now sitting on the bed with the young girl between his long legs and with him behind her. As his fingers moved in her pussy, moving in and out; circling the wall of her sheath with them; his other hand grabbed and kneaded her tits from behind. That intensified the pleasure he was giving her. His nipples felt the luxurious riot of her hair and he loved it. His legs encased her young supple body from behind and Jasmine laid her head on his chest. Eric moved his fingers faster and faster while Jasmine moaned even louder. He lapped and nibbled her neck; and continued fucking her pussy with his fingers until he could feel her pussy shuddered even greater. Jasmine came on his hands; the wall of her pussy contracted and quivered with the aftermath while her cum coated his right hand. She could feel his cock thrusting her sweaty ass cheeks and she ground her hip on the hard cock making Eric shuddered with anticipation. "Lick my fingers Jasmine." He ordered from behind her and she took his right fingers into her mouth. Eric's cock jumped when he felt warm timid tongue licked and sucked his fingers taking one whole finger at a time. His left hands did not seize massaging her tits and he moaned when Jasmine sucked his fingers with such force and he could not take it anymore. He had to fuck her little warm pussy. He left her mouth and tits slowly and let them dropped his side. He then lay back on the bed. "Jasmine...straddle my hip." She slowly turned around and licked her lips with the sight of his thick cock. She was knelling on either side of him, bracing. "Insert my cock into you pussy." She tried but her nervousness and her inexperience made her knees buckled. His strong arm steadied her damp body. "S...sorry Mr. Blake." Eric heard her whisper. "Use your hands Jasmine." Her cold timid fingers touched his warm throbbing cock and it dawned on Eric that the girl was nervous. However, her cold fingers increased the lust in his groin and he had to muster all he had not to ram his hot cock into her. She finally managed to insert the head of his cock into her soaked pussy. She was holding her breath and slowly lowered her hip taking in Eric's cock. Half of his cock now buried into her wet depth; and with another movement by her hip, his cock was fully inside her dripping wet canal. Jasmine did not know what to do and Eric waited for her next move. With her on top of him red hair like wild fire, she looked like a wanton goddess to him. Jasmine suddenly raised her hip a little and that caused both of them to feel the friction created between her vaginal wall and his engorged cock. He could feel the tightness of her pussy straining on his cock and it was wonderfully delicious. She then lowered her hip and raised it again even slightly higher than before, before coming down his cock with more vigor. Jasmine felt Mr. Blake thrust his hip to meet her pussy. She felt elated that she was able to make this strong man wanting her. Instinct made her ground her hip and Eric shuddered under her, moaning. She continued moving her hip up and down his cock. Her hip buckled to create the intense pleasure in the wall of her vagina and that too seemed to make Mr. Blake thrashed even harder. He was also squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples that intensified the pleasure between her legs. "Good girl...yes...Jasmine," Jasmine followed the rhythm coursing through her body and both of them seemed transported to another world. At last, Eric shot right up and held Jasmine tight as he came into her pussy. Jasmine too climaxed and she could feel his semen filling up her vagina. Their hot liquid mingled and some dripped out her pussy and covered his balls and her inner thighs. Her arms too had wrapped his body; she could feel the sensation in her pussy as his cock shuddered for the last time. Her face was on his sweaty chest; while her breasts still heaving from their excursion. It took them quite sometime to steady their breathing. Jasmine smiled silently, happy with the man she was straddling. "Jasmine...you're amazing." He said into her hair. "R...really Mr. Blake?" she asked innocently turning her face up and he smiled to her for the first time. "Have...have...I...satisfied...you?" Jasmine asked hesitantly. Mr. Blake's smile turned into a scowl and his eyes clouded with anger that frightened Jasmine. He pushed her away roughly away from him. "B...But Mr. Blake...you said I was....wonderful and...and...just now amazing. And...d...doesn't that m...mean...I...have satisfied you? I don't understand." His rough hands grabbed her shoulder hurting her, he crushed his lips into hers and she resisted his attack, but he was too strong. With one arm pinning her arms behind her and one hand on her chin, Eric kissed her violently. She tried to break free and her tears wetting her face and he could even taste her tears in his mouth. He continued his ravaging kisses, bruising her and he could taste blood. He then removed his mouth and bit hard on her right breast and she screamed in pain and fear. He used his free arm and shoved three fingers in her sheath making Jasmine buckled and shrieked with the invasion. She steeled her body and he little by little moved her lithe frame on the bed with him looming over her lithe frame. Her hands flailed touching the man tormenting her wet vulva but using his big strong hand, he gripped both her arms and pressed them tightly and roughly onto her sweaty tits. She tried to move her long legs, but Eric's muscular legs blocked her futile attempts. He moved his fingers in her pussy and she moaned loud while her hip unconsciously was moving slamming her mound onto Eric's long fingers. His fingers were covered with her juices and he yet again thrust his fingers ever so slowly into Jasmine's sopping canal. She exhaled her ragged breath with each inch of his fingers' shoved into her depth. "You...can...never...satisfy...me." He said hoarsely as he pumped his fingers inside her pussy. Jasmine's young lean body convulsed and trembled on the bed with his assault in her wet core. She tried to pry her arms from his grasp, but he was too strong for her, she could feel the burning sensation on her wrists and flinched with each attempt she made. Eric then felt the young girl's body began to spasm with the prospect of her climax. Instead of intensifying his movement, he simply stopped with his long fingers in her quivering vulva. Jasmine instantaneously raised her head and looked at the handsome man above her. Her lovely face contorted with disappointment. "Mr. Blake...please." "Please what Jasmine?" "Please...fuck me.," she whimpered. Eric then gave her a wicked grin and took out his fingers from her pussy. He lifted the fingers to his mouth; he licked and sucked her juices from them. Then, he bent forward and kissed Jasmine's sweet wet young lips making sure that the young girl could taste her own juices. He let her arms go and they instantly were wrapped around his body pulling him closer into her embrace. He slowly pulled his body away and Jasmine reluctantly let him free. She was on his bed and he was straddling her damp body with his arms on either side of her body. Her pussy was still pumping her juices and he knew that both of them needed release. He pulled her body so that she was on her right side and pushed her left leg until it nearly touched her tits. Her pussy was glistening with her juices and from that angle, Eric knew that the sexually naïve little young Jasmine would be in for a treat. First, Eric touched her pussy and she moaned loud. She was sopping wet for him. He then pushed the tip of his cock slowly into the opening and he smiled when he looked at her lovely face. Her green eyes were misty, her face was damp with her sweat, and her delicate lips were slightly opened with every uneven breath she took. He thrust his cock a little and the girl below him exhaled her breath, licking her lips. Then, he yet again moved his cock a few inches more into her and she sighed loud. He waited while gritting his teeth as the feeling of her tight warm vaginal wall around his thick throbbing meat was excruciating. He wanted to make Jasmine realized that he was the only one who was in control. She was his and he then realized it was impossible for him to let her go. Jasmine's young body shook when Eric finally filled her warm soaking depth with all of his glorious length. She felt his cock was touching and filling her. She too noticed that his cock had awoken pleasurable sensation in her core that she never knew existed. Eric pushed her left leg even further up and she could feel her tit was on her thigh. Then, Jasmine began to feel him moved in her core and a moan escaped from her and another moan with each thrust he made. He pulled the red flaming hair that was covering her pretty face and he relished that each time he pumped his cock in her, her young lovely face changed and contorted with delight. His left hand was gripping Jasmine left leg while his right hand moved to hold her damp small waist and incessantly moved into her pussy. Again, and again and again Eric pumped his cock into her damp body. He knew that the girl was nearing her release and he continued to build up his momentum in her sopping core. Then unexpectedly, Eric simply let her go and left her on the bed with him still pumping and jerking his cock with his own hand now. Jasmine was thrown into confusion and looked behind her staring at this magnificent who had made awoken the desire in every core of her being; and yet there he stood leaving her without the release of the mounting passion. Her eyes watered with the ultimate frustration and her body shook and quaked with utter disappointment. Eric came in front of Jasmine and he grunted with his release spurting his cum while his deep brown eyes penetrated deep into her green misty ones. He pumped his cock the last time and walked slowly towards the bed where she lay with her shocked ashen face and her deep green sad eyes. "As I told earlier Jasmine. You can never satisfy me and I will never let you go!" His threatening voice filled the bedroom. The confused and shaken young girl stared at the man who had saved her from the dusty road and yet he had become a terrifying perplexing entity to her. Her body trembled with the confusion and she slowly skittered farther and farther up his bed not knowing what to do and what to say to him. Her fear seemed to make him angrier with her and he crawled on the bed and yanked her ankle hard making her cried and whimpered with fear towards him. Eric pulled both her long legs and she struggled to let her legs go but the man was too strong for her. He twisted her delicate arm, she yelped with pain, and in the end, she stopped moving with tears now rolling down her damp cheeks. He dragged her towards the drawers on the left of the bedroom, he frantically took out a few ties, and he tied her arms behind her body first before forcing her lay on the bed again. He then tied both her legs tightly and Jasmine continued to whimper and cry with her predicament. The girl ceased crying after a while with the man now standing looming over her near the bed. His deep brown eyes raked her body that was served for his eyes. His eyes stopped at her pussy remembering how he had disappointed the young Jasmine, denying her of her orgasm after he had purposely elevated and heightened her lust for him. Eric felt a twinge of guilt for his Jasmine; but she should never know how much he wanted her body and her soul. Her lovely face was turned facing the wall, not looking at him with that haunting green cat-like eyes. Her body looked limp and defeated. That tugged his heart. He crawled on his bed, and the girl began to pull herself away from him. Her green eyes started to brim with her tears again. Eric gently pulled her legs towards her. "No...Mr. Blake...stop please." Tears fell from her enchanting mesmerizing eyes. Her legs were tied together but he knew that he could insert his big hand between her thighs still. He was lying on his stomach with young Jasmine's body to his right. He turned his body to his side so that he had better access of her shaven mound. He pushed his left hand under her ass and he lifted her lithe body slightly, he tugged her hip closer to his face. He raised his eyes to the girl's face, she was not looking at him to his frustration, and she had turned her beautiful face to her left, away from him. "Jasmine?" He called her, but to no avail. She did not even move a muscle. Eric knew what he needed to do in making his innocent and naïve Jasmine wanton with lust. The nineteen-year old stood no chance to his immense knowledge of lust. He licked her mound lightly first, nipped it and moved his tongue on her mound. He could see her young tits shuddered as soon as he licked her. He smiled knowing so well that she was still lusting for him. Eric then used his fingers delicately and softly giving her mound feather-like touches, he could see how his young captive swallowed a lump in her throat, and her breathing was becoming more and more erratic. Still, he persistently touched her lightly with his fingers, teasing her mound, coaxing her to start dripping her juices for him. He let his fingers trailed lower and lower to her pussy lips and he pushed his hand between her thighs. Jasmine heaved a loud sigh and he knew that she was aroused. He forced his fingers and rubbed her pussy lips. She buckled on his bed and his fingers instantaneously were coated with her juices. Expertly, Eric slide two fingers into her depth and that made the girl whimpered and moaned loud. He thrust his fingers in the girl's cunt and her body quaked with the pleasure brought by his fingers. As he noticed her vaginal began to convulse more and more, he then added a third finger in her sopping vulva. "Mr. Blake!" Jasmine buckled and screamed his name. Eric cherished the way her face clouded with lust. Her delicate cheeks were flushed while her body was shamelessly writhing and twisting with the bliss and pleasure he brought in her core. Eric intensified his movement in her pussy and he brought her lust and desire higher and higher. Her juices coated his fingers and hand. Her pussy was contracting more and more. He used his thumb to rub and pressure her clit. She thrashed even more and Jasmine's body was straining to cope with the tremendous delight she felt each time Eric rubbed her clitoris. At last, Jasmine came with Eric fingers deep in her pussy. He could feel the wall of her vagina quivering and shuddering around his fingers covering them even further with her juices. He took his fingers out slowly. The young girl was still dazed with what had just happened to her not understanding why she could still have passion towards the man who had the potential to hurt her, or even destroy her. Her pussy still hummed with the climax, to her confusion. The man was still staring at her and she knew that she was blushing as she realized that his eyes were caressing her body. She tuned her head not wanting the man to know how she felt for him. Her eyes would betray her and she did not to succumb to her lust, to her desire for this man. The silence in the bedroom was deafening and tormenting the young girl. She knew the man was still there, staring at her body. Her breathing was irregular and it was most evident in the movement of her chest as she inhaled and exhaled. Her tits trembled with every breath she took. Suddenly she could feel movement, she turned her head and her eyes widen she could see Mr. Blake was staring at her right tit and her right nipple betrayed her as it became hard and it puckered under his penetrating gaze. He smiled and he chuckled; then lowered his lips and sucked her nipple with his warm mouth. "Hahh...," she moaned and froze. Jasmine felt beaten by her own body. She had to think fast. "Mr....Mr. Blake? Let me go. I demand that ...you let me ...go." Jasmine said through her ragged breath. He raised his blonde head and grinned. "You like it, why stop now?" "No! S...stop now! I...I don't want...t...this!" "You mean ... this?" He asked and sucked her tit hard while pressuring her nipple with his teeth. She was frantic when she could feel her pussy began to leak her juices. "Stop it dammit! I...I don't want this! Let me go Mr. Blake! If you fuck me... without my free will... it is...it is...rape!" she screamed loud. Something snapped in his brown eyes and his handsome face transformed. Jasmine trembled violently with fear for this man. He then grabbed her body and dragged her body from the bed. She cried and winced as her body fell on the bedroom floor. She was utterly frightened. He then untie her legs to her relieve, but he pulled her arms roughly to her front and then tied her arms to the pole of his four-post bed. She hissed when he brutally tightened the tie around her wrists. She was now tied to his bed with him standing behind her. She was consumed with anger and fear. Her body trembled with apprehension. He then forcefully brought her tit to his mouth and bite hard until she screamed and cried with pain. When he raised his head, he could see the mark he made on her young creamy tit. He then pried her thigh cruelly knowing his rough hands on her thigh would leave their marks on her. She made him extremely angry. He knew that she was enjoying the lust between them, but still she challenged him, not accepting that they both desired and lusted after one another. "Jasmine... if you think this is rape...then...maybe it is!" he said menacingly behind he and he thrust his thick long cock into her from behind. Jasmine Ch. 02 Eric was viciously infuriated with her even more when her pussy was instantaneously dripping for him and her vaginal wall trembled and convulsed violently around his cock. "Bitch!" he said to her. His anger fueled his movement in the young girl's pussy while his grip on her thigh intensified. Eric realized that he was bruising her, but the lust and anger that she had created in him was far too much for him to bear. Jasmine too moved her hip fiercely as she too was burning with her lust for her Mr. Blake. She moaned as he rammed his engorged cock again and again into her tight sopping canal. He forced his cock repeatedly into young Jasmine's body until he knew that their climax was near. He vehemently fucked her pussy while the young girl too buckled receiving and welcoming his cock. They came together passionately and intensely until they both were gasping and panting for air. Their breathing filled the bedroom. "Have...have...I satisfied...you...Mr. Blake? C...can I go?" Eric fumed with red anger. He pushed the girl away from him and left her in the room. Jasmine felt confused and defeated. She did not understand what the man wanted from her. She as if knew that she had satisfied him and he should give her the money and let her free. Yet, Mr. Blake still refused to acknowledge the fact. Fear crept deep in her heat, could it be that he never wanted to let her go? She closed her eyes and fell on the floor. Confused. Dazed. Frightened. Yet, she desired the man. Her mind was muddled. She used the bed to support her head. Sleep overcame her and slowly she drifted into slumber. * * * Jasmine was rudely woken when huge rough arms came under her and forced her to stand. She was still disorientated when a hand from behind lifted her left leg and a thick warm cock rammed into her pussy. She screamed and her senses reeled with the intrusion. She felt a slight pain and she shrieked, she knew that it was Mr. Blake. "P...please...d...don't do this. No...no...please Mr. Blake...please...don't do this me!" she cried. He started pumping from behind despite Jasmine's cries and pleading. "N...no...stop...please...," He rammed his cock inside her vagina and he was grateful that their early morning fuck left him residual liquid that helped his intrusion. The young girl writhed and shuddered with his attacks but he was too strong. He mercilessly slammed his cock until he could feel the ultimate pleasure looming. He knew he was not really hurting her physically and her pride was shattered by him forcing himself upon her. He cum inside her and then shoved her away from him. She ceased her cries after some time and just sat on the bedroom floor not looking at him. Eric zipped his pants up and looked at the tired defeated girl. "Still not satisfied Jasmine. Still not satisfied with you," he muttered from behind her. He then untied the arms, carried her into the bathroom, and put her in the shower. She simply stood there in the shower with her head down. She let the water take away her tears and her anger. She went into the corner of the shower and slumped to the floor holding her stomach, as she could not believe that Mr. Blake had violated her. She cried even more as she had believed him when he said that he would not hurt her. The warm water soothed the aching and sore that she felt and she relaxed herself at the corner of the shower still slumped on the floor. She did not even notice someone opened the shower door and went inside. Eric stood watching the girl's back and his hand touched his stirring cock. He could not stop fucking the red haired girl and he could only think about her succulent pussy every time he closed his eyes. He walked slowly to her and he noticed that she was closing her eyes. The water trickled down her tits and her nipples were hard under the continuous torrent of the shower. He knelt behind her and held her shoulder tight. She shrieked flailing her arms to push him away but he grabbed both of her arms. Her legs started kicking and thrashing but he twisted one arm and the pain made her kicking subside. Eric pushed her against the cold wall with her arms twisted behind her. Her tits pressed onto his hairy chest and her nipples instinctively reacted to his soft blonde hair there. Her green eyes were menacingly enraged with him, but there was also lust hidden behind them. "Let... me...go." She said through gritted teeth. "No...I...won't." he said. "Please...let me go...dammit!" she screamed. "I won't stop fucking your until I know I am satisfied." "I don't care whether you're satisfied Mr. Blake. Let me go! I don't want your fucking money!" "But I want you cunt!" he hissed. He secured her arms with his right hand and she squirmed trying to break free, but failed. He lazily moved his engorged cock lightly over her mound. Her pussy reacted to the light feathery touch of his cock but Jasmine refused to give in. Then his left hand pinched her left nipple slowly and it puckered. Eric gave her a menacing grin. He did the same with her right tit and she felt the same pleasure surging. He continued nudging his cock on her mound. She turned her head to her right and refused to let him see her eyes that would betray her and that gave access for Eric to lick and nibble her lovely long neck. She started wriggling and struggling harder. "Let...me...go...you bastard!" Eric then noticed the mark he made on her breast together with the bruises he left. He licked the teeth mark he made slowly. She flinched, as it was still tender. He leisurely used his tongue making a series of circular movement on the mark. She gasped with his tenderness. He increased the movement of his cock on her pussy to increase her lust. He increased the pressure of his tongue on her breasts, lapping her nipples and sucking them hard. He used his free hand to squeeze her pussy again and again until she suddenly shuddered; moaning and writhing with lust. Jasmine went crazy he slightly pinched her clit. He knew that her resistance was wearing down and he gently inserts his finger into her pussy and she moaned. Eric looked at her lovely face wet from the shower and he moved his mouth away from her tits to her wet lips. His finger was moving in her pussy while his mouth nibbled lightly on her bruised and slightly swollen lips. Jasmine felt the core of her being shattered and moaned even louder. He increased the movement of his fingers and slowly released her arms and she instantly grabbed his hair and crushed his lips to hers. She kissed Eric feverishly, her tongue lapping his while she occasionally sucked his lips, and he, in turn moaned with pleasure. "Mr. Blake...please!" she said between kisses. "It's...Eric." Her green eyes flickered into his and simultaneously he rammed his cock into her drenched soaking pussy. She raised her left leg to open her pussy. He held her left leg while his other hand grasping her other leg and brought her legs to wrap around his lean waist. With her back on the wall and her legs wrapped around him, Eric pumped into her slowly first. Then, he rammed his cock again into her pussy. Then, he withdrew just to shove it again in her and each time Jasmine moaned incessantly. Eric thrust, thrust, and withdrew making her body bounced with each movement. Her pussy wall gave him much pleasure and he continued to shove his cock into her vagina. "Eric...please...," He resumed his thrusts into her pussy again and again. They both came in the shower and he held her for quite sometime. The tremor of her vaginal wall heightened the pleasure felt by his cock. He sucked her lips and his tongue plunged into her sweet mouth. Eric's hands could not stop kneading and massaging her ass. After a while, he removed his cock from her pussy and then, they showered together. Eric enjoyed massaging her soapy breasts and especially her pussy. Jasmine too toyed and cleaned his cock. Later, he wrapped her up with the softest most luxurious towel and carried her to the bedroom. She looked at the handsome face of Eric Blake and caught his eyes. She timidly looked deep into those brown eyes seeking for answers. She was searching for any fleeting flicker of his eyes that would tell her anything about what he was thinking at that moment. His face was emotionless, he did show any hint of his feelings or sentiment. Then, he suddenly whispered to her: "No Jasmine...you have not satisfied me. You will never...can never satisfy me."