0 comments/ 167012 views/ 10 favorites Playdate By: bcamer What is it with men. I think everyone of them has a fantasy involving two women. My husband and I have talked about this subject many times. Usually at the end of one of our dating evenings, without the kids, over a few drinks. When I was younger, (in college) this one girl I met, Bonnie, latched on to me and we kissed and played with each others tits a few times. That’s all that ever happened. I finally found the courage to tell my husband a couple of months ago. You should have seen his eyes. The thought of his wife with another woman was more than he could ever imagine. I never thought much of it, because like most young women, experimentation is part of growing up. I must admit, the thought of watching a woman play with herself does get me wet. As much as I blame men, most women probably have some lesbian tendencies. I found this out last week. It was a beautiful fall day in the northwest. 73 degrees and sunny. My daughter was having a friend over for a “playdate”. Ah to be four years old again. Well maybe not four. Its very heart warming to see her having fun. Jennifer and Elizabeth were playing away up stairs. Lori, Elizabeth’s mother, and I were chatting in the kitchen. We started talking about families and this and that. Lori was getting emotional about her recent ailment and started to cry. Her limbs have been numb for quite sometime, and the doctors don’t know what’s wrong. She was obviously feeling overwhelmed. My Motherly instincts took over, and I gave her a comforting hug. She did not want to let go. Suddenly she said, “Oh Mary you are such a good friend”, and gave me a kiss - full on the lips. It wasn’t a “friendly” kiss. It was passionate. I felt this incredible tingling sensation throughout my body. I couldn't believe that I was feeling this way. She said, “I’m sorry Mary. Your hug felt so good, I just couldn’t help myself”. I realized that there was more to this than her ailment. “Let’s sit on the couch, Lori”, I said. We moved to the couch. “Lori, there’s obviously something else going on. Do you want to talk about it?” At that point my daughter yelled down and asked me to come up stairs and help her. “Hold that thought, Lori”, I said. I returned from helping my daughter, and Lori was in the same spot staring into space. “Okay Lori, what’s going on?” Lori paused a minute, and then began to speak. She said, “My husband hasn’t made love to me in over three months.” “It’s my ailment, but he says it isn’t”. “When you hugged me, it felt so good, I just could control myself”. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. We sat in silence for what seemed like 30 minutes. I finally reached out and grasped Lori’s hand. “I’m sorry, Lori. I’m just trying to imagine what it must be like not to have your husband hold you, or touch you”. “Brian tends to be the opposite. He can’t keep his hands off me”. She looked so sad; I reached out and hugged her again. As we were holding each other, she kept telling me how good it felt. I felt helpless. As we were holding each other, I said, “When was the last time you had a real good orgasm”? This time I took her by surprise. She pulled away from our hug and put her head down. I could tell she was embarrassed. She raised her head and looked at me. “Mary, I haven’t even masturbated in a month!!” I could believe it. I said, “YOU”RE KIDDING!!” Well this didn’t help, she started crying again. I apologized for the comment, and reached out and grabbed her. I started running my hands up and down her back. She started doing the same to me. I couldn’t believe it; I was actually getting wet at her touch. I pulled her away from the hug, starred into her eyes, which were bright red from crying and jokingly said, “you’re a mess!!” That brought a smile to her face. She leaned forward and kissed me again. This time it was more like a friendly kiss. As she was pulling back from the kiss, I pulled her back and gave her a wet, passionate kiss. She melted in my arms. As my tongue was working in her mouth, she was moaning. As we broke the kiss, her breathing was shallower. She said, “What are you going to do to me?” I reached out and ran the back of my hand across her cheek a few times, and said, “Make you feel like a woman again”. I ran my hand slowly down her neck, and through the middle of her breasts. Her breathing was getting heavy. I used the back of my hand to circle her small, firm breasts a few times before I used the palm of my hands to squeeze them. She just closed her eyes and started mumbling, “God, that feels incredible!!” I said, “Touch me the way I’m touching you.” Her hands were trembling. She reached out and started squeezing my tits. “Oh!! You’re not wearing a bra!!” she stated. “No, Brian hates me wearing them.” I bent over and whispered in her ear, “I’m not wearing any panties either!” She gasped. “Would you like to feel?” I said. She stopped caressing my tits and moved her hand to my crotch. She could feel the dampness of my wet pussy as she touched the crotch of my black stretch pants. Out of habit, she started slowly rubbing my pussy. I started to moan. She pulled back, and said, “Oh, I’m sorry Mary. It just felt natural.” “That’s okay Lori, it feels great. You don’t have to stop.” I looked down and noticed a very wet spot forming on Lori’s stretch pants. I moved my hands down to feel her wetness. The second I touched her wet pussy, she started shaking. I thought she was having an orgasm right then. “My God Lori, you are so wet. Lets get you out of these things.” She said, “Wait, what about the girls upstairs?” I said, “They’re watching Barbie. They’ll be fine”. Lori stood up, and started to take off her pants. She stopped, and said, “Mary, I’ve never done this with another woman. I’m very nervous!!” “Lori, I’ve never done this with another woman either.” Without saying a word, Lori continued pulling her pants down. She had a nice little patch of hair that was glistening from her pussy juice. Once her pants were off, I told her to remove her top too. She did so without hesitation. She had small breasts, with perfect areolas. “Lay Down right here”, I said. She lay down and I parted her legs. I could smell her wetness. It was intoxicating. I reached up and grabbed her breasts with my hand. “OH MARY!!” she moaned. I lightly pinched her nipples between a couple of fingers. Along with pinching her nipples, I slowly kissed my way up her thigh, over her mound and back down the other thigh. She was squirming and panting. I did the same thing, only this time; I used the fingers on my other hand to expose her clit, which was extremely swollen. She was begging me, “Please don’t tease me too much. It’s been so long. I really need to cum”. Like I said before, I felt helpless and she knew it. I started licking her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She was in another world. She kept saying, “Oh sweetheart!! OH babe!! Oh sweetheart!! Oh sugar!!” I knew she was getting close. Her hips started bucking. She was there.. “OH MY GOD!! I’M GOING TO CUM MARY!! YEAH, YEAH,YEAH…….” She came for four or five minutes. I stopped licking her, but her body just kept quivering. I started gently rubbing her clit with my hand. My other hand was now gently caressing her tits. She just kept cumming and cumming… After she calmed down, I kissed her pussy one more time, each nipple, and her lips. She just lay there naked on my couch smiling at me. She looked like a new woman. She kept telling me how awesome that was and how good I was. I’d never done it before. But a woman knows what a woman likes. She sat up and noticed that the wet spot on my pants was bigger. She said, “Can I return the favor??” I looked at her lustfully and said, “No! I have another treat for you.” Her eyes lit up. I said relax a minute, I will be right back. I went upstairs to check on the girls and grab a couple of my favorite toys. I returned, hiding them behind my back. “How are the girls doing?” she asked. “Fine!” I said. “What are you hiding?” she asked. “Have you ever used a vibrator?” I said. She was lying naked on my couch and actually blushed. She said, “I’ve wanted to try one, but I just can’t go into those sex shops!!” “Lori, it’s not that bad!!” I moved my hands from my back and had to vibrators. One in each hand. “Which one would you like to try?” I asked. She just pointed to one. I handed it to her, stood up and slowly removed my clothing. She was eyeing me. “Wow!! You have a great body Mary.” “I love you nipples. They’re perfect”. I thanked her, and laid down facing her on the couch. What an erotic sight. Our pussies’ inches apart, spread and waiting for action. I was already wet, and she was getting wet again, which proved she like the erotic feeling as well. “What’s that purple rubber thing your putting on your vibrator?” Lori asked. I winked at her and said; “I’ll show you in a minute”. I instructed her to turn on the vibrator. She giggled as it started buzzing. I said, “When you like the speed, hold your pussy lips open with your other hand like this, and start moving the vibrator up and down like this.” I started moaning as soon as my toy touched my swollen clit. I closed my eyes but could tell when the vibrator hit her clit by the sounds she was making. I opened my eyes and looked right at her. God she looked hot rubbing her clit with my vibrator. I was right there. “I’M CUMMING LORI. RIGHT NOWWWWWWW!!!!!!”. I tried to keep my eyes open but couldn’t. As I was finishing my climax, Lori was starting hers. She kept saying, “Oh my God!! Oh my God!! Here it cums!!!! Oh Mary, THHHHANNKKKK YOOOOUUUUUU……..” After she calmed down, I looked at her and said, “Here’s where the purple part comes into play”. I was already wet, so I didn’t need any lubrication. She was watching me intently. I moved the purple toy to my wet hole. I teased myself by pushing it in and out a little bit. “God this feels so good, Lori”, I moaned. Then I pushed it in deep. I was watching Lori’s reaction when I shoved it into my wet hole. She was biting her lip and squeezing her nipples. I started to fuck myself with it. Moving it in and out of my wetness faster and faster. She started fingering herself. Both of my hands were working it now. I was getting close. She kept fingering herself faster and faster. I said, “Lori!! Look at me. Keep your eyes open”. “Okay!!”, she said as her breathing quickened. “I’m going to explode Lori, cum with me.” I couldn’t hold out, I came bucking like a bronco bull. Our eyes met, and Lori said, “It my turn. YES!!, YES!!, YES!! THANKKKKKKK YOUUUUUUUU….” Our eyes never blinked. It was the one of the most erotic experiences I ever had. After resting a couple a minutes, we both started to get up and our wet, spent pussies’ touched. We quickly looked at each other. It was electric. “Something for next time??”, Lori said. Playdate Explicit material not intended for minors. © 2003. Commercial use prohibited without author's consent. * * * * * I knocked, waiting patiently, and finally I hear her slowly unlock the door. She had never seen me before so it was nice to see a smile appear from those beautiful lips. She invited me inside after saying hello and asked me to sit while she got ready as I had just woken her up from a nap. She was tall. Tall and pretty, almost taller than me but I liked that fact. It looked like she had just pulled on some thin white running shorts and had no underwear because I could see the fabric slip up between her pussy lips. She also had a short cut T-shirt and no bra underneath. Her tits looked so tasty from the couch. They were large, full, and stood straight out needing no support help. She went to the bathroom and I could hear her brush her teeth in the quiet. I walked around and examined the apartment. Small, simply furnished, just a couch, television, bed, and dresser. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor with her thong lying on the top. I lifted it to my nose and inhaled the scent of her pussy. Maybe a crude thing to do, but it was exhilarating. I was not sure what she was doing in the bathroom for so long, only able to hear her pee and rustle around. I had just barely sat back down when the door opened and she appeared, looking much more awake. Sitting on the couch with me, we chatted a few minutes about nothing. I then stood and offered her my hand, helping her stand, and lead her to the middle of the room. "Close your eyes and keep them closed, Dear." I walked around her, enjoying the view. Opening the blinds a bit to let the light in, "people will see" she worried. "Good" I said. Let her worry. Her nipples were hard and standing out as I circled around her. I enjoyed touching her gently in different places, running my hands up and down the soft skin. I lifted her shirt and her arms rose up to let me remove it. Wow! was all I could think. These were incredible tits she had. I stood behind her, breathing on her neck and slowly slid my hands under her breasts. When I reached her nipples with my fingertips, she moaned softly. I pinched them and turned them for a second and then continued to examine her body. Rubbing her ass and legs I could feel her skin was incredibly soft. At 24, she really was very pretty with an incredible body and a very lucky find for me. I reached up and softly kissed her lips, feeling her tentatively open them for me. "Ahh, very nice Noelle, you are very pretty." Taking her hand, I led her back into the bedroom. Her just slept in bed looked inviting, but I kept her standing for a bit. I pulled the waistband of her shorts down and lowered them to her thighs. I had already instructed her to only do what I asked, nothing more. No other movements. I enjoyed seeing her pants pulled halfway down, stuck between her legs. She had a wonderful all over tan. Nice and golden brown. She must have just shaved in the bathroom because her pussy was very smooth. Her cunt lips were puffy and I could see visible wetness. Touching her over and over, listening to her moan was a pleasure. Every time I ran my hands over her ass, she involuntarily pushed herself against me. I stood firmly against her backside and pushed my fingers into the fold between her legs. They slipped into the wetness easily and I got a much louder moan in return. Lifting my fingers up to my face, she smelled wonderful and was sweet as I tasted her juices. I then slapped her ass hard, suddenly, shocking her. She was not expecting that and jumped. I pulled her shorts the rest of the way off and doing as she was told, she spread her legs apart. I pushed my hand between her thighs and rubbed her cunt hard from behind. Mushing her wet pussy, her hips started to move back and forth and when I slid a single finger up inside her, it was very hot and tight. I could tell she was nervous as hell, but that condition always makes for a wetter pussy. "Bend over Noelle. Get on the bed on all fours and stick your ass up in the air." 'Yummy' I thought as she eagerly climbed on the mattress and stuck her butt up. I pushed her head down and spread her knees apart so I could have full access. She had a small little asshole that puckered every time I ran my fingertips across her skin. I reached between her legs and took her nipples in my fingers, pulling her tits towards me which forced her ass higher in the air and her head further down into the pillow. Reaching into the bag I had brought, I got a small bullet vibrator and turned it on. I rubbed it up and down her wet pussy slit and heard her gasp loudly as it touched her clit. Her little button was hard and sticking out, fully engorged with blood. When the vibrator finally got to her asshole she was being much louder. 'Ohhhh' 'mmmmm' she moaned as I slid the now wet bullet into her ass. I am sure she was not expecting it as she clenched up, but when she relaxed, her moans increased and I watched her asshole pucker as it buzzed her insides. Stepping back, I stood and enjoyed a few minutes of the sights before me. This was not what she expected to happen and she seemed lost in her own little world. I reached into my bag and got a leather whip. I made it myself from soft red leather. It is 20 inches long and full, for a better feeling when it hits. Starting slowly, I hit her ass and legs, pausing each time for effect. She jumped and moaned each hit, but soon stopped as the hits got harder and harder. I would hit her hard, then soft, then hard, alternating between her back, thighs and ass. Pausing again, I watched her trying to anticipate the next hit, wondering where and how it would land. So I placed it between her legs and softly hit her pussy over and over again. 'OHMMMM' she moaned out loud, the pleasure being so close to the pain. I let her wait a minute more and then asked her to stand up. "Remember to keep your eyes closed little playtoy. It is more enjoyable if you do not see what is coming next. Now, raise your arms and place your hands behind your neck." I leaned in and kissed her mouth hard, touching her tongue with mine, sucking it into my mouth. She eagerly returned the kiss, her mouth as wet as her pussy. When she was set, I took a thin rope and tied it around her wrists. I ran it down, snuggly thru her ass cheeks, and back up the other side between her tits, draping it around her neck. I tugged hard on the rope to make sure it was very tight against her clit as it ran between her pussy lips. I took the loose end of the rope from around her neck and pulled it down to her right tit, wrapping it tightly around a few times at the base, causing it to bulge out. Continuing on, I wrapped it in circles around the left tit tightly. Finishing, I circled both tits several times, tighter and tighter, until I ran out of rope. I tied the end of the rope off and tucked it in. WOW, this was such a great sight. Each time she wiggled or moved, the rope pulled tight and rubbed against her clit. Her hands being tied behind and above her head made her chest stick straight out and her boobs were starting to get all red and engorged. Her nipples looked like they had grown two sizes and were both as big as large marbles. Admiring my handiwork, I tugged and pulled the rope to make sure it was tight. Grabbing the whip, I hit her ass hard. Again, not expecting this, she yelped out and jumped. My hitting her repeatedly on the ass and back at different intervals, stopping and starting without reason, apparently had the desired effect because I could see a small bead of pussy juice drip from her lips and land on the carpet. I stood in front of her and swung the whip in a circular motion, around and around, getting closer and closer to her swollen tits. Slap, slap, slap, slap was a fun sound as she squirmed and tried to stay still. Her eyes were still closed but her mouth was open as the soft whip repeatedly hit her nipples. I stopped and leaned over and took one of her very large nipples into my mouth and nibbled on it. 'Ohhhh God' she moaned. 'Ohhhh my God that feels good.' I left a big wet ring of spit on her nipples and as I moved away I blew air all over them. She shivered and moaned and got even louder as I reached down and rubbed her pussy lips. Apparently she was enjoying this, hehe. Untying the end of the rope, I removed it from her boobs in one fast motion. It unwrapped quickly from each breast and she bit her lip as the blood flowed back into her body. I grabbed each of her tits in my hands and mauled them roughly. Squeezing and turning them she moaned even louder. 'Oh yeah, I like that. Ohhhh yessss' was all I heard as I clamped my mouth again on her nipple, biting it and leaving teeth marks around the areola. I slowly removed the rest of the rope from her body, noticing that the section of rope between her pussy lips was completely soaking wet. I reached into the toy bag again and got a small sack of clothes pins. I took a small pinch of skin on her breast and placed each pin, making a circle of them around her tit until I had only two pins left. This caused her skin to pull tight and left a very hard nipple sticking out. She did not move much while this was going on, as her eyes were closed she probably did not know what I was doing. I took the last two pins and placed them over her nipples and slowly closed it. She gasp air inwards and held her breath for at least 30 seconds and then groaned when her air was let out. I wish I had a camera to show others what a delight this was to see. I let her get used to the feeling of the clothes pins and then ran my fingers over them. Moving them back and forth, flicking them randomly. She clenched her teeth and actually stood her ground to a painful time, but again, pleasure being so close to pain. I walked behind her and grabbed the small string attached to the vibrator in her ass and pulled it and tugged on it. Not quite pulling it out, she seemed to forget about the pins attached to her tits and pushed her ass backwards, thinking I wanted to pull it out. When it was right on the edge, I reached around and started removing the pins one at a time. 'OUCH, ouch, mmmmm' 'mmmmm' was all I heard as each one was removed leaving a circle of little bite marks where they were attached. When all but the last two pins on her nipples were gone, I reached down between her legs and both her thighs were covered in wetness. "Oh, you must be enjoying this Noelle? Your pussy is betraying your true feelings." I took the tip of my finger and rubbed around her clit in small circles, not really touching it, and quickly removed the pins from her nipples. She gasped out loud and almost moved her hands, but stood still. Once the pins were gone, I sucked each nipple in my mouth and rubbed directly on her clit and she had a small orgasm. I could see her legs shake and the wetness drip down her legs. I laid her down on the bed, on her back, and spread her legs all the way open, pushing her knees apart. At this point, I was naked also, and lay on top of her letting both our bodies touch. I kissed her gently on the mouth, trailing my tongue down her neck and breast to her nipples. Switching back and forth between both of them, I sucked and licked harder and harder, urged on by her moans. My hard dick was nestled between her pussy lips, rubbing against her clit, covered in wet, sticky juices. I could feel the vibrations from the toy in her ass. Grabbing both of her tits in my hands, I pushed them together and started to bite them hard, leaving painful marks and switching to gentle licks on the tips of the nipples. Her hips were again involuntarily rocking back and forth, trying to fuck anything that would fit inside. I moved down to the floor, on my knees, and my total view consisted of a very wet pussy, rocking back and forth in front of my eyes. I put my hands on each of her thighs, held them apart, and licked her from ass to clit. She moaned, grunted, and when I sucked her clit into my mouth, she came like a rocket. 'OHHH GOD' was all I heard as my tongue flicked back and forth over her little button and I could see her hands turning white as she gripped the sheets. "Pull your nipples. Grab them and twist them NOW!" I said. Continuing to lick and suck her pussy, I watched her hands quickly move up and grab her nipples. She screamed as I pushed my tongue into her tight hole and pulled the vibrator out of her ass. She had a death grip on her tits, twisting them incredibly hard and screamed again in a continuous orgasm. I leaned back and watched her orgasm subside and placed the little buzzing vibrator against her clit. She arched her back and came again, much harder than before. I decided to let her rest a second and I got a wet rag from the bathroom. When I returned, the legs were still spread, her hips were still moving, and she had a huge smile on her face. Her eyes were still closed and she jumped when I placed the cold wet cloth on her pussy. I gently wiped her ass and pussy clean and then blew air over the whole area. She softly moaned and then let go of her hard, red nipples. "Roll over Noelle. Come on, up on your knees." Again, with her ass in my face, I wet my finger and slid it into her pussy from behind. It was very hot, very wet, and very, very tight. She had her head pushed into the pillow and was making muffled sounds as I pushed two fingers inside her. Stretching her pussy muscles I moved them in and out, round and round, and once again her hips started moving back and forth. Taking my time I kept fingering her pussy. Pushing in a third finger, her knees spread apart and she moaned 'more more please more'. I took my other hand and pushed my thumb against her clit. I wiggled it back and forth and started slamming all three fingers in and out of her cunt. She clutched the pillow as she started to cum again. I left her in that position and climbed up on the bed. Sitting up against the wall, I grabbed her hair and lowered her mouth onto my cock. She eagerly began to suck and lick my dick while rubbing my balls with her hands. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against my legs as her head bobbed up and down. I reached over between her legs and grabbed her pussy, roughly pulling down on her lips. She seemed to like that and sucked harder. The rougher I was playing with her pussy the more she sucked. I took my wet fingers and twisted her nipples, pushing up and mashing her tits against her body. She moaned into my crotch and took my dick all the way into her mouth. I could feel the tightness of her throat as my cock hit bottom. It was pure heaven and when she squeezed my balls and moved her tongue around, I came like a geyser. I twisted her nipples harder, she moaned louder, and I kept coming. It was an incredible feeling and she swallowed all my cum that didn't already slide down her throat. We rested and recovered for a while discussing plans for our next encounter. Playdate What a day! It seemed like I was the only one with a brain in the whole fucking place. Every little problem became mine and the fact that I had my own work to do didn't seem to matter. I walked into the apartment, took off my jacket and dropped my briefcase on the floor. I heard music in the bedroom: soft pop. "Angie left the radio on, again," I muttered to myself as I moved down the hallway to the bedroom. Reaching the door, I was stopped dead in my tracks. Angie was lying on the bed, propped up on a pile of what must be every pillow in the house. Her oriental satin robe lay open, revealing her body underneath. I leaned against the door frame, my shitty day vanishing at the same rate as the rising of my cock. Angie is beautiful. When I look at her, I see the 14 year-old girl with whom I fell in love over 30 years ago. Her hair is a soft brown. If I look closely enough, I can spot the odd grey hair, but not at this distance. It is pulled back into a sloppy bun, the way she puts in up for a bath that has nothing to do with getting clean. Her eyes, a soft green-blue, are smoldering. They burn a hole into me, clear to my core. Around them, the slightest laugh lines, reminding me that we are not the kids we were when we met. There is a lifetime of living in those eyes and I feel a slight pang when I realize how much of it I have missed. Her full lips frame beautiful, if not perfect teeth. They are lips that were made for kissing and currently decorate her beautiful face with a Cheshire grin. My eyes continue to take in the scene. I move down her neck, her shoulders, stopping at her breasts. They are soft and large, topped with smallish, hard, pink nipples. I think about those tits; how they feel to my hands and lips; how amazing the feeling when they are wrapped around my hard cock. Moving down her body, I see her belly partially hidden in her robe. It is her least favorite feature, yet I love it as much as any other part of her body. The soft, smooth curves it gives her are reminiscent of the classical beauties in a Rembrandt. I let my eyes roam to the sides, where her hips flare, then continue down her body. Her legs are bent slightly, with her feet flat on the bed. She has spread them enough to provide me with a clear view of her most beautiful pussy. It is clean shaven, and I can see the swollen lips, already open and leaking her juices on the bed. She has obviously been like this for a little while. Knowing her, she could not wait for me to get home and started without me. The damp spot on the sheet confirms my suspicions. I stand there, taking in the whole scene; the soft music, the candles, her beauty. I take a step and she holds up her hand, silently ordering me to stay. I return to my position, leaning against the doorway. She begins to move her hands up and down her body, rubbing herself. As she reaches her tits, she takes the orbs into her hands and squeezes them. She rolls each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, tugging on them to make them grow. Without taking her eyes from me, she slowly raises one nipple to her mouth. Her tongue snakes out and draws a circle around the areola before flicking across the nipple. Then, she sucks the nipple into her mouth and a soft moan escapes her lips. The other breast, not to be left out, receives the same treatment. She looks at me and smiles. She knows what watching her suck her own tits, does to me. My hard-on, straining against my slacks, is proof that it is working. Still cupping her left breast in her left hand, she slides her right hand down her belly to her wet pussy. There is no denying her excitement; a steady flow of cum leaks from her pussy, wetting her lips. Her scent reaches my nose, and my cock twitches jealously. Angie begins to tease her pussy lips open with one manicured fingernail. She slowly slides it up and down her wet slit, spreading the juices around. She is taking great pains to make sure that I can clearly see her wet pussy slowly open to her finger. As she drags the nail across her clit, her body shudders. She slides first one, then two fingers into her wet pussy and begins to fuck herself with them. I see her reach in deeply, wriggling her fingers against her g-spot, eliciting more moans and quivers. Now her other hand moves down to stroke her clit. In less than a minute, Angie is furiously fucking herself with three fingers and rubbing her clit hard. I know that she is close. Her breathing is rapid and labored. She moans soft epithets and coos my name. Suddenly, she clamps her legs together on her hands and screams her orgasm through clenched teeth. Her back arches, lifting her ass from the bed. Her head rolls back, raising her shoulders, so that the only parts of her body touching the bed are her feet and head. I see her cum squirt around her fingers as she cums again and again. After what seems like a minute, she lowers her body to the bed, pulls her soaked fingers from her pussy, lies back and smiles. "How was your day, Baby?" she asks, knowing full well that I can not remember anything that happened more than 10 minutes ago. Playdate She had her shopping list memorized, yet she kept pulling out her phone and scrolling to the email that contained the description of the items she was here to get. Sitting in the half dark parking lot now, she wonders once again if she's doing the right thing. As she considers this, thoughts of the last time intrude and she sighs and reaches for her purse. There were only three items on her list, but getting them has taken all her strength and will. They seemed so innocent, yet she had never been to a store like this one and never thought she would be going there the first time alone. She'd almost called a girlfriend to come with her, but she hadn't wanted to have to explain her relationship with him. It wasn't that she was ashamed -- just the opposite. She wasn't hiding anything, well, sort of. She locked the car door and looked around before going in the brightly lit doors. She had the thought that it looked furtive. If anyone had seen, she would have appeared to be someone doing something she shouldn't. That wasn't really the case, lots of people go into sex shops. She wasn't the only one and she certainly was of age. She was one of the oldest in the store. You would think, she thought to herself, that by the time you reach forty, you might have been in one of these stores before. She mentally kicked herself for not having been at least once. She felt like such a rookie now. Nerves struck her as she opened the doors. They were heavier than they looked and she stumbled, then nearly tripped on the thick carpet. She'd picked the nicest one in town, but was having second thoughts about her choice. It occurred to her now that there was greater chances of meeting someone she knew in the better one. She might have just gotten in and out of a sleazier store. And she felt no safer for this one being so well apportioned and lit. she actually felt more that she was on show as one of the nice customers who might shop here and lend legitimacy to the operation. She would have bought the items online just like every other time she'd purchased a vibrator, but he specifically told her to come to a shop. That she didn't have time to wait for the mail. He wanted this for tomorrow and she's already put off coming here until the last possible moment. Two days, she fretted. Worried herself over this visit until she thought she couldn't do it. Why he picked on the most neurotic person she knew (herself), she has only a vague idea. As she walked between the shelves toward the obvious spot (big sign), she corrected herself: not really neurotic, but picky. Persnickety, her father had called it. She's always been very particular. In her job, her choice of clothing, her home, her choice of men. He was the exception. Not in type, he was quite urbane and cultured, but in taste. Not for clothes or things, he was simple and staid that way. All the things he had were the best of quality, he just had very few of anything. He was a minimalist in fact if not in spirit. No, he was different in some very basic and definite ways. She'd never had anyone like him close to her. That she knew of. Maybe she'd been naïve all along, she thought. Perhaps men like this had always been near her and she'd been completely oblivious to it. She only knows that the day he told her about his "situation" as he called it then, she'd been both thrilled and uncertain. She'd felt cast adrift in a strange ocean. There were shelves and shelves of toys in the store she had to navigate between. Her purse bumped into a metal corner and she started. She felt bizarrely spooked. The display for "Electronic Toys" was directly before her, she just had to get through a little jungle of assorted sordid merchandise. She swerved to avoid another edge, dodged a shopper engrossed in an odd looking inflatable pillow and finally saw the way clear to the wall she was heading toward. A clerk jumped in front of her and asked if she needed help. She shook him off, but he tried to stay with her. Men did that all the time with her. She had that look they liked. They ran off when she opened her mouth and talked about substantial subjects. They could never handle her intelligence. She felt as tongue tied tonight, though, as she ever felt being with him. He had a way of making her forget her name and number. The first date was nice, but not special. He'd asked her out and even though she'd been tentatively seeing someone, she'd accepted. It was nothing really. They went to a play. Banal and easy. A light supper at a nice place she'd been to before. She'd taken her cue from him and ordered a light meal. She remembers he'd ordered a salad. It was only later that she found out he only ordered certain items from whichever restaurant he was at, never anything else. They had a goodbye moment. No kiss. A hug. A couple days later, he'd asked her out again. This time he told her ahead of time where they would go and what they would do. He'd made it a point to tell her that they'd have private time to talk. That intrigued her. Rarely did that ever happen with men. She canceled her other date for the same night. They walked along the river after supper. A nice time, to be sure. It was a warm and breezeless night, it had been a very nice meal with coffee after. A moonlight stroll. Hand in hand, she talked about her work and her hopes. Things just came tumbling out from her lips, spilling into the gentle night air. He didn't brush anything away like the wind might have, he held it there for both of them to look at. Then he told her about himself. She was gazing at the wall of toys spread before her and was nowhere hear deciding on anything. The wall was covered. An assortment of shapes, sizes, colors and even functions. She pursed her lips. He'd offered to pay for these -- they were expensive -- but that wasn't an issue for her. In fact, she rather thought that she'd prefer to pay and own the things. That way he'd never use them on anyone else. They'd be hers alone. He'd actually mentioned that was the way he always did it anyway, but she did have some trust issues and it's been only six months since they'd officially (in her mind) been a couple. There were only two types of the butterfly and she chose the less menacing of the two. The bullets, however, were widely varied and ranged in both size and type. She consulted her list, pulling out her phone and tapping the screen until his email came up. She felt that familiar twinge of wetness threatening to leak out down her thigh. There was nothing specified so she took that to mean she was free to choose. She picked out a black one with smooth appearance, slightly larger than most of them and with a complex looking control. She thought she might enjoy the variety of sensation this one was obviously built for. The third object on her list was not so easy to find and she feared that she might have to ask for it when she ran across it sitting on a shelf as she walked toward the cashier. It was in a group of manacles and angry looking clamps. A simple strap with holders for wrists and ankles. She barely looked at it before grabbing for the box and scurrying to the front. She handed over her bank card with shaking hands. Was it her imagination, or did the clerk really keep peering at her with interest and maybe even jealousy? It was a young woman, pierced and tattooed, efficient; and even asked about batteries before totaling the purchase. She declined the batteries. She had a supply at home and didn't want to spend any more time at the store. The girl had already gone through both of the electric toys and ensured they worked, taking out the batteries that were in them as she did. She didn't remember the drive home. Was this part of it, she wondered, as she put the things away in a drawer. Was the experience of buying things she wouldn't normally buy and being places she normally wouldn't be, was that part of the psychology of his Dominance? Her head whirled with thoughts the entire night it should have been sleeping. That romantic moonlight walk, hand in hand with him should have led to a delicious prelude and gentle sex. Instead, it became his lead in to the talk. Not the talk like she would have told her friend "we had the talk last night", but a talk about his proclivities as he called them. He told her about his penchant for Dominance and the way he takes women like her and trains them to be his submissives. The more he talked about it, the more nervous she became. He was touching chords within her that she had not realized lay there inside. She was mesmerized. Although she covered this by becoming clinical and having him describe scenarios that would qualify. He responded by very straightforwardly telling her about tying a woman to his bed and tormenting her for hours before finally allowing her to beg her way to an orgasm. He talked about the difficulty he had of finding someone who was both intelligent and capable and yet predisposed toward that kind of lifestyle. She asked what it was he saw in her, why he thought she might be so inclined. He'd just smiled. A maddening, gloating smile and she'd felt a trickle of wetness between her legs. She'd asked more questions and he'd told her very frankly about more scenarios. She could have listened to him tell about his needs all night. It was thrilling. More than exciting. Exhilarating. She felt something that had surely been buried there in her heart, waiting for the whole of her life. She'd had rough men, men who liked to grab and pinch. Even threatened worse, though she never found out if they would actually do it before she dropped them. She didn't really like that kind of thing. She preferred (or so she had thought before now), nice easy massages and gentle caresses. Now she realizes it was the type and the way it was presented. With him, she gets the best of both worlds in a planned mingling that makes both worlds all the more desirable and sweet. "I got everything." She texted to him as she left the store. She practically ran to the car. At least she felt like she had. It had been a long time since she'd felt so much like a brand new grad. Fresh out of high school and with so little experience. She was breathless and panting as she closed and locked the car door. It was just the way he made her feel. As soon as she gained a little comfort, he stripped it away from her. She was sure it was a planned attack on her psyche and just as surely, she recognized that she was unable to stop or derail it. She wanted it. At least her body did. The traitor. She had a foment of needs she'd never realized before him and her body craved it while her mind tried everything to convince herself she didn't need it. That she wasn't desperate and wanton. She didn't believe that she would do anything for what he promised her, though he made it a point to tell her she would and will. Of course, a year ago, she wouldn't have believed she would be sneaking into a store like this and buying things from a list given her by email. She was feeling like a slut. In a way she liked and that left her in tingles and restless. Her body was in control of her wants right now and he wielded a measure of control over her body she would never have thought possible. His voice made her shiver and gave her thoughts she'd never had before. His words in text or email made her wet and achy. She wanted him to do things to her she'd never considered before. The morning came despite her lack of sleep. It shoved itself at her with chirping birds and lightening ceiling. She realized she may have slept some, but her dreams had been so entwined with her thoughts that the line between sleep and wake was too fine to determine which had been which. Kind of like the line dividing her fantasy world from her real life right now. She took extra care dressing today. She wouldn't be coming home alone. She was meeting him, like he'd told her, immediately after work and they would come back here together. She made sure the house was the way she wanted him to see it before locking up behind her and stepping out into a dream world of blue skies, singing balls of feathers and him. Her workday passed in a daze of tasks. Each as bland as the next and yet demanding as on any other day. But this one was so different. She felt it in her bones. There was a new experience coming for her. It was gathering like a row of storm clouds. Dark and brooding, collecting in a mass on the near horizon. She could sense it and smell it, the freshness and electricity. If she closed her eyes, she would see the blackening skies and feel the breeze stiffening on her cheeks. It was closing in on her with every hour that passed in her day and by afternoon she was alive with the crackling of it. She entered the restaurant alone. Looking around, she saw she had gotten here before him. She supposed she had rushed out of the office in a hush of wind and impending rain. She knows she was out ahead of the traffic. The disparate workers who spent the hour after their toils struggling through a raging sea of squealing tires and angry gestures just to get home to their drab existences. That's how she sees them now. Lifeless. A year ago she knew them as vibrant and hopeful. Now she sees them in the bare light of her dreams come true and they are pitiable As always, her eyes are drawn to him as he enters a room. The hostess moved toward him immediately and he brushed her off, having already spotted her seated at her table, nursing a sweating drink. Is it her imagination or does the hostess look pouty at being ignored? She feels a smirk trying to shove its way to the surface and at the same time, feels a lurch in her stomach that has nothing to do with reality. Her body is throwing itself at him and the only thing in its way is her paltry attempts at decorum. He smiles easily as though he recognizes that her body is struggling to break free. His gaze travels over her, resting here and there on her outfit. "Hi. You look nice." He says evenly. "Thank you". It's all she can do to get the words to leave her mouth. He sits near enough to her that she feels her arm hairs stand on end trying to touch him, yet far enough that she would have to stretch her arm out to feel his muscled bicep. That she could drop her hand from the table and rest on his thigh with equal effort occurs to her. The idea sends a fresh wave of trembling through her navel and makes her fingers tighten on her drink. "Have you looked at the menu?" He peered at her as though finding her intensely interesting. "Do you know what you want?" She shook her head, realizing that she hadn't even considered it. Now she didn't trust herself to speak. Looking up, she saw the waitress making a beeline for the table and she nearly panicked. Her eyes must have showed her confusion because he said "I'll have to look at the menu myself, it's been awhile since I've been here." She sighed audibly and nodded her head. The waitress asked after drinks and left another menu per his instructions while she gazed down at the centerpiece, still not trusting herself to speak. He picked up his menu and casually asked "You did bring everything I told you to?" She nodded. For some silly reason, she felt like tears might start at almost any moment. To cover up her confusion, she looked for something she might be able to get past the constriction in her throat. Her purse was heavy on the seat next to her, filled as it was with the toys he'd commanded her to bring. It had been bulky to carry and seemed to show every bulge. She'd felt the eyes on her, wondering what might be in it. She knew that likely wasn't true. That, in fact, those eyes were actually undressing her. She knew she looked good. People had remarked on it all day. The outfit she'd chosen showed her breasts to a very nice advantage, while also being chaste and coy. The skirt was mid length and flowed around her with a fold on each side that gave a suggestion of a slit. She felt it swoosh around her legs as she walked and knew those eyes were waiting for the flashes of skin as her thighs pushed forward in a confident stride. "Do you want me to order?" He was looking at her as though she were woolgathering. Caught, she nodded. "Good. You can head off into the bathroom, then, and put the butterfly on. You can get the small remote ready for me. Keep it handy." She nodded again. She'd already tried it on. Made sure she knew how to use it. Though this wasn't the way she'd wanted to use it the first time. She looked at him as though to say something, but he nodded curtly back. "Go on then. I'll get us an appetizer." She hefted her bag onto her shoulder and tried to walk sedately. It felt like a march to her own undoing. She feared him making her cum in a restaurant. She wasn't sure she'd enjoy it. Wasn't certain she even could. The one thing she knew by now, though, is that he will do what he wants and make her do whatever he wants as well. If she refused, he would simply accept that, punish her tonight for as long as he thought she needed. He would likely keep her so needy and desperate for so long that she will beg for another chance to please him. She will offer to spread her legs for the whole damn place and shove a huge dildo in and out until she screamed for the men in the room to line up and get some. He did that to her. Made her so willing and anxious to please him that she knows deep down that she will do anything for him. Anything he tells her. She was at the bathroom door and, thankfully, there was no one inside. She chose a stall and with shaking hands, ran the straps around her thighs and positioned the body of the device over her clit. She turned the switch just to get an idea of how loud it might be and jumped as the surge of electricity shot through her. She flicked it off quickly, not knowing how loud it was. The shock was noisy enough that nothing else would matter. She tucked the wires of the remote up through the waistband of her skirt. He'd told her no panties, so she was bare and feeling the flow of moisture down her thighs. She washed her hands before leaving. The door sounded final as it closed. There was bread on the table when she got back and the waitress moving toward them with a platter. She sat hurriedly. Scooted over closer to him in the booth.. At least it was a corner booth and it might be easier to hide her discomfort and anguish. For she knew that was what she had to look forward to this meal. Food would be little comfort to her. The wire for the vibrator was long enough that he could reach his hand over and pluck it out of the waistband of her skirt and set it on the seat next to him where his fingers could idly toy with it. Just as he did now. She had an urge to cover it with her hand so the waitress wouldn't see, but knew he would stop her from doing so. Besides, the eyes were strictly on his face as the woman leaned over to set the plate on the table. There was more than a hint of breast to tempt the unwary customer and the waitress lingered in that position long enough to make intention known. He merely grazed the pushed up tops with his eyes before directing his attention back to her. His main course. "Thank you," he spoke without looking back to the offering. Dismissed, the hired help bustled off to get drinks and she felt smug and satisfied for the brief span it took for his fingers to settle on the controls. The first wave of electricity hit her like a punch to the stomach. She completely doubled over and only just stopped from moaning. Her next inkling of awareness was of spreading wetness underneath her and she thought she might have peed her pants but for the humming ripping its way through her body. Spreading outward and upward from her groin. There was wave upon wave washing up on the shore. Splashing and lapping at the part of her that was trying to keep from drowning. Playdate Just as she felt the tugging that told her she was going to cum, it all stopped. She was slumped in her seat panting when she chanced to look up into his gaze. He was nibbling on a piece of mushroom, observing her reaction as though taking mental notes. He offered her a bite from his fork and she took it mechanically, automatically. The next shock hit her as she swallowed and took her in a wave of ecstasy. She felt herself shaking before it ended suddenly. And she was left gasping once again. She was about to moan when the waitress appeared and placed plates carefully in front of them both. This time there was no prolonged flash of cleavage. The earlier dismissal was apparently still smarting. The smell was inviting, but her mouth was watering for an entirely different reason. She found herself completely unable to focus on the food at all and didn't care if she ever ate again. His eyes were flooding her panties (if she had any). She thought that she wouldn't even need to turn on the electricity to make the vibrator work. It was about to start all on its own. Then she realized that it must be on a very low setting. It was sending swirls of desire through her and taking her off into that world in the clouds. She barely noticed when it stopped this time. The food was still wafting appetizing emotions toward her yet she was impervious to its temptations. Her needs were on a completely different level now. "I tell you what," he was speaking in a very reasonable tone. She knew that voice to contain the threads of her torment. "I will give you a break so you can eat. I hate to see such a good meal go to waste. We can take this up again with dessert." She felt her mouth go dry. Her heart began racing with her last thought to see who could get furthest away before she could grab them and hold on. Worse, far worse, was how little she cared. Her body had traded its allegiances for the glories of sensation and was now completely his alone. Despite her wishes to retain some semblance of control, she was forced to recognize the futility of her struggles. As good as the food was, dinner became a tasteless affair and she ate less than half. Barely a third. She had other needs and it was all she could do to keep her hands to herself. Something about him made her shy to touch him until he clearly allowed it. With other lovers, she'd always been easily intimate. Even possessive with her touch. He was so different. It was he who possessed and she was but an object of that. At the same time, he knew her so thoroughly and so completely intimate that he was far more a part of her being than anyone she'd ever known. The waitress was setting down desserts before she became fully aware of anything but a drifting mist of thought. Not really daydreams, but certainly not an awareness of anything but the wavering thread of her dreams and fantasies. He had such a way of plucking her from the world around and setting her down in an ocean of surreality. The waitress had hardly turned her disappointed back to them when a tidal wave of red swept up through her stomach, over her breast and flushed her neck and face. She was shaking and plunging into the abyss of her orgasm when he easily flicked the switch and lightly touched her arm to bring her around. The shaking soaked into her muscles and turned them to water as he leaned into her and whispered "You can't cum here." The words alone might have pushed her over the edge, but the tone gave her a shake and it was only with the bravest of efforts that she was able to hold off from a raging storm. Her knees disappeared and she was no more capable of walking than talking. She swallowed a dry lump over and over. "You will wait to cum until I tell you. If you dare to let yourself go before i say so, i will shove you down and fuck your ass, pull out and shoot all over it before whipping it. The leather will tear that dry sticky skin to shreds. I don't want to have to do that, but if you make me i will. It may be the only way to teach you control." The thrill of his voice threatening her nearly completed what the vibrator had pressed her to the edge of and tears were leaking from the corners of her eyelashes before the shuddering subsided. He sat watching her dispassionately the entire time. Waiting. "Very good. The trick is to find the rewards and punishments for you that you crave and dread with equal measure so you'll never know which you want more. You'll constantly be torn between obedience and impudence. I expect that I know that I'll threaten you with a punishment one time that you'll find intriguing enough that you'll have no problem disobeying me. I want you to know that as much as i enjoying giving you your rewards and taking care of your needs, i will have just as much excitement at your anguish. I will always take my pleasures regardless of your choices between reward or punishment. I'm not about to deprive myself of my needs in order to teach you your lessons." His voice was so careful, she couldn't help but listen equally as carefully. She wasn't sure she accepted the message, but she did know he had a control over her body that made whatever he said very likely. The waitress appeared once more, delivering his change and he left bills for her in the portfolio. He flicked the controls of her vibrator to a barely discernible hum and tucked it into her waistband. He stood and stretched out his hand and she gratefully took it, leaning on him for support all the way out. She could no more have walked on her own than run a mile. The gentle hum was keeping her on the edge of climax and the walking was keeping her from taking the fall over the other side. It wasn't an entirely pleasant sensation, but it completely encompassed her. She supposed it was the utter loss of control that kept it from being absolute bliss. He opened the passenger door of his car for her and she moved to sit when he grabbed her arm and tossed her face over the divider between the seats. He lifted her skirt and swatted her bare ass. A stinging, smacking slap that burned and lingered even after he'd straightened her back out and settled her into the seat. "You nearly came without my permission and i will not allow that to go unpunished." He kissed her and walked around to the driver's side. Before starting the engine he turned off the butterfly and she heaved a huge sigh of relief. "You are going to be such a good sub, but you need to always remember that the first time you cum is mine." His fingers pinched her chin between then and he kissed her once more before putting the motor into drive. She was left with her thoughts as he drove. She couldn't have carried on a conversation if he demanded it and it seemed that he knew this and allowed her silence. Is it a fantasy if it comes true? Or if it's likely? He'd answered that question for her that first talk. Yes. Fantasies that come true are still fantasy. Many things in the real world are both dream and potential. It should never stop a dream that it might come true and it doesn't crush a fantasy for it to be real. The key, he'd told her then, is to recognize the components of the fantasy to be able to put together the truth. She still barely knows what that means, but she is finding that if your fantasy is to be tied up during sex, you have to know whether the fantasy is just to have rope or leather around your wrists as you are pounded or whether the actual desire is to be incapacitated and ravaged. She has found that these two are very different things, yet both would fall within the description of a fantasy of being tied up during sex. Her fantasy seemed to have been the latter, though she had a vague feeling that his excitement at her discomfiture might have a lot to do with things. The first time he'd tied her, it was fairly benign. He'd merely strapped her wrists together and teased her. It was when she started struggling that she noticed a distinct rise in his excitement level. She'd amplified her writhing a little and his corresponding reaction made her play it up even further. The pounding she'd taken was the hardest fucking she'd ever had in her life. It had left her sore and exhausted for days. And wanting. Nearly desperate for another time. The second time, he'd really strapped her down. Her struggles were completely true and at one point, she'd been in a real panic. Afterwards, he'd been almost as rough on her ego. "If you think I can't tell the difference between real and fake orgasm or struggles, then you try that crap again. You deserved your moments of terror and panic. Consider that your punishment for your little show the last time you were tied up and be glad you got off lightly." She'd started to protest and he'd kissed her. "It's alright. This is a process and a learning time. Later, you'll be held accountable for everything. For now, i understand and I am nothing if not patient." She still hadn't been completely convinced about the whole submissive thing at that point, but his words then gave her such a thrill that she had melted into him and he took her sweetly and deliciously one last time before they got up and ready for work. By the time she'd gotten to work, her situation had sunk in a bit more and she remembers spending the day bouncing back and forth between calling him and telling him she couldn't do this and anticipating his next call. He let her stew like that a full day (he always seemed to know acutely when she was in her greatest turmoil). It was just as she grabbed her purse to leave for the day that he called and asked her to meet him for a walk in the park. Turning onto a too familiar street snapped her out of her reverie. There was a humming coming from her bones. She couldn't tell, really, if she was just that wound up or if the vibrator was back on a low speed. It spiked then and she screamed. A little half moan kind of scream that tore from her throat without announcement. He owned her body. He could make it do things she'd never thought possible before. Her back arched all on its own and the puddle underneath her told her that her body had been off by itself while her mind wandered lost in her thoughts. She was shaking deep in her muscles and the ache that ran through every fiber of her being told her she'd been on the edge like this for far longer than she'd ever believed possible. Even after all the other times he'd done it to her. When it stopped, she slumped against the window and groaned. The walk to the house was a fog and he had to take her keys from her hand and place them in the lock himself. Her hands were simply unable to take direction from her at all. He led her inside, locked the door (she thought briefly that it was like locking the wolf in the barn with the sheep) and steered her by the arm to the couch. She vaguely asked if he wanted something. "I'll take what i need." He'd told her this many times and she absolutely knew it to be true at this point, regardless of how lightly she'd taken it at first. He will take not only whatever he needs, he will take whatever he wants as well. At least from her. He set her purse down next to her, rummaged inside and drew out the bullet. He handed her the small oval, retaining the controls. "Put this in." His voice sent chills up her spine, she was wanton. Juices flooded over her fingers as she shoved it easily inside. He'd set the controls for the butterfly on the cushion next to her. "Where's the strap?" She had to swallow three times before answering "On the bed, like you told me." "Good girl." His praise sent a new wave of moisture gushing from her insides. She had yet to understand how he had such a hold on her body, but it jumped when he said "jump" and offered him anything he wanted no matter what she wanted. When she wanted to move slower or was mad at him, her body reacted however he wanted it to no matter what she tried to convey. She found herself having to talk directly to him. He'd told her during one of their talks that he expected that. That even though 95% of communication was non verbal, he expected her to articulate what she wanted. Then he'd leaned in close and whispered at her in a way that completely flooded her panties: "If you don't say it, I will make you." She has since found out that he can and will. She'd also always been very shy about masturbation. He made her lose that inhibition some months ago. He'd tied her with one hand between her legs and teased her, telling her that the only way she would cum is by doing it for herself. She resisted for a long time, but as always, she got to the point where she could stand no more. She was aching and throbbing by the time she gave in and begged to relieve herself. it felt so exquisite when she stretched her digits out that she couldn't decide if it was pain or pleasure. She came faster than she ever had from her own fingers. From the time she touched her clit with tentative fingertips to the shattering spasms that wracked her frame was no more than five or six desperate tugs. She'd screamed with the intensity of feeling. She felt another burst of wetness at the mere memory. Suddenly, his voice was in her ear and his hands pinning her arms to her sides. She'd been daydreaming. "Well, what shall I do with you tonight?" She had a surge of electricity through her body as he pulled her elbows up. The strap had four velcro cuffs spaced out across a bar covered by black fabric. He easily closed her wrists into two of the straps. Before she could react, he pulled the middle of the strap out in front of her as he walked around the couch and forced her body forward. His cock was jutting in front of her mouth and she didn't need his hoarse command to know what to do. She took it greedily. Leaning forward, she felt her juices pooling underneath her as she gobbled at his length. She was wide open to him and took his entire rod into her throat in one push. His hand on the back of her head wasn't necessary, though she usually wasn't able to take it all. Her pussy was throbbing and she thought she could feel it grabbing for the hard pole that was sliding in and out between her lips. He pressed her head so that his balls rubbed her chin. She was gasping when he pulled her by the hair and dragged her off his member. She was out of control. It was early for her. She realized, by now, that it was going to happen to her no matter how hard she worked to keep her composure, but she was usually able to hold out a little longer than this. She supposed it was the way he'd set her up. Sending her to go get her own toys and keeping her wondering how he would use them on her or what she'd have to do. Then going through the torment at the restaurant. She was straining to get his hard, glistening tool. He was pushing her back with the strap now. Shoved her until her back was against the couch. Her buttocks squished in the growing puddle underneath her. He lifted her legs and strapped them into the open cuffs. He pushed her sideways onto the couch and she was suddenly completely open in fact every bit as much as she was in her mind. He turned her head by grabbing a fistful of hair and shoved her mouth back onto his purpled head. It was smooth against the roof of her mouth and made her moan with need when it twitched and throbbed inside her as she grasped at it hungrily. She was moaning as he fucked her mouth and it turned into a muffled scream when he pulled the remote vibrator from her and shoved in the longer dildo from her purse. She was so wet, it was forced deep into her before she could even squirm. He yanked his cock out of her mouth and toyed with her thighs for a moment. She felt the pressure of the butterfly pressed to her clit and tightened against her mons. She moaned harder and louder and struggled as hard as the strap allowed her when he shoved the dripping remote vibrator into her anus. He turned them both on, the butterfly with it, as he shoved his achingly hard pole back into her mouth. She tried to scream, but could barely make muffled gurgling noises. She squirmed as much as the bindings would let her. Her shoulders and thighs strained and she felt the first twinges of ache. A stream of juices made its way over her anus and she moaned and wriggled. "I haven't told you to cum yet," he said quietly. His words nearly put her over the edge as she'd been spasming and hadn't even noticed. She was so far gone. She tried to tell him, but couldn't catch her breath or make intelligible sounds around his twitching and throbbing pole. Her mouth was filled right through to her throat and her body was shaking so badly she thought her arms might pop from their sockets. The vibrations stopped, but her body kept a loud humming permeating her skin. He jammed his cock all the way in one more time and yanked it away from her. She was gasping loudly, her chest heaving and her breath coming in sobs. From a long distance, she heard herself say "Please." His hands grabbed her thighs, pulled them to him. There was a pop as he pulled the large dildo fromout her sensitive pussy, but she hardly had time to register relief when his huge rod forced its way into and through her. She screamed and tried to wiggle, but she was pinned to the cushions. He was yanking on the strap holding her arms and legs while his pole slammed through her over and over. She was wailing in a tone that rose and fell with each thrust. Her juices were gushing out in spurts in time with the pull of his cock. She found herself calling "Please" every time she could manage to breathe when the pounding stopped. He pushed his throbbing member back in her mouth and calmly told her "When I shove this back in your dripping hole, you had better cum. I don't want to have to wait for it, so you'd better be ready." His voice was low and menacing and she nearly orgasmed when he turned on the butterfly, then the bullet again. "You'd better wait until I stuff your cunt or I will shoot on your face and leave you needy." She had to squirm and struggle to keep herself from raging over the edge. The spasms were wracking her body and making her ache terribly when he yanked his hard rod from her groping lips and tongue. He hesitated now and she wriggled in anticipation. She would cum now and knew without a doubt that she was more desperate than she had ever been. She had an agony pressing through her body in waves and when he finally pushed her arms and legs away from him, opened her gasping pussy and plunged inside, she burst. She felt a complete meltdown deep in her belly. She felt the liquid boiling over and explosions of electricity firing in all directions. Then she felt hot jets of spume coming from him. His cock had hardened, thickened and lengthened (as though it seemed possible) and was shooting blasts of fire within her. She screamed with the intensity and they both collapsed in a disorganized heap. From far away, she realized the butterfly was still humming at its lightest setting and she felt the familiar twinge of an orgasm in her near future. The tides were rising within her when he tugged on the strap and brought her rocking forward onto his lap. He placed his hands around her waist and wiggled her into position. For half a breath, he held her there. When he moved again, it was to slam her down onto his rock hard pole. It buried itself in her right to the hilt in one swift, final stroke. She bounced when she hit his balls and he grabbed her more firmly, ramming her back down onto him. Over and over it went until time faded from her altogether. Her hips were wriggling all on their own and the sensations produced by the little movements were more than she could stand. Coupled with the feel of him all the way inside her and the vibrations on her clit and in her ass, she had no mind left. There was only feeling and motion. And orgasm. One after the other, building into the next. One barely reached and filtering out in lapping waves when another bursts to the surface. Playdate She had no idea how much time passed or how many times she came. When he released her from the strap, her arms and legs ached with the strain they had suffered. That was nothing to the ache and stabbing rawness she felt in her groin. Her stomach muscles felt as though they'd never be relaxed again and if she had any bones left under her skin, they were unable to exert enough pressure to hold her frame up. He held her head up and kissed her deep, massaging her lips with his own. She responded with deep moans and waves of warmth swept through her. Still holding her head, he moved and pressed his semi erect member into her mouth, holding her while pushing until she had it all inside. She felt it harden, tasted her juices all over it, his jism mingled with them. When it was standing at full attention, he pulled it from her and kissed her again. Deep and probing. She was gasping and grasping at him the best that she could, when he pulled away, picked her up in his arms and carried her off to the bed. There she met heaven and disappeared until gentle mist shrouded dawn Playdate with Mom I woke up last Tuesday and it just seemed like any other day. The sun shining through a crack in my curtains right onto my face had woken me and was stopping me from falling back asleep. I checked the clock and there was still another 30 minutes left before I had to get up for school. I've just turned 18 and I'm almost finished school for good, which I can't say I'm too disappointed about. On this morning I wasn't too keen on being early for school. I knew my dad would have already left for work. The house sounded quiet so I presumed my mom was still in bed. I have an older sister but she had moved out a few weeks earlier to live with her boyfriend. So I figured I would go shower and get myself ready for the day. I rolled out of bed and walked sleepily to the bathroom down the hallway. I didn't even hear the running water until it was too late. I stood there in the doorway mesmerised by what was in front of me. There, behind the lightly steamed up shower door was my mother. She was just standing under the running water. I felt my cock twitch and grow in the few moments I stood there watching. Without so much as a thought, I moved my hand to my now hard cock and began to slowly rub it through my tight boxers. I couldn't take my eyes off my own mothers beautiful body as she stood enjoying the hot spray from the shower. In the next instant, she turned sharply and her eyes locked with mine. The look of shock on her face jolted me out of my trance and I turned and bolted back to my bedroom. I jumped into the first clothes I could find and was out of the house and walking towards school before she was even out of the bathroom. I arrived almost 30 minutes before the bell rang and the school was practically deserted. I sat outside on a small bench and tried to futilely to relax. I'd always known that my mom was beautiful. She is petite with curves in all the right places, rich brown hair that falls just below her shoulders and the biggest brown eyes set in a soft youthful face. She doesn't look a day over 30, despite being very close to her 40th birthday. I remembered looking at some pictures of her from when she used to model only recently and thinking how beautiful she was. However, I had never found myself thinking of her sexually until that morning. Then as I sat outside school my mind wandered back to the bathroom. I could clearly see in my head my mom's bronzed skin glistening from the water running over her body. The water was running down her chest and forming small droplets on the tip of her large nipples. I had never seen breasts in person before now, at least not since I was a child, and this had turned me on immensely. Suddenly I was jolted out of my daydream by the sound of my friend approaching and I proceeded to start the long school day, dotted by regular daydreams of my beautiful mom in the shower. I knew it was wrong but couldn't help myself. Later, I stood outside the front door to my house and was almost shaking with nerves. I knew my mom would want to talk to me and would probably be angry with me. I turned the door handle as quietly as possible and stepped into the hallway. At that exact moment my mom walked out of the kitchen. She gave me a big smile, said hello and asked how my day was. I stammered out a quick response and went into the living room to watch some TV. As I sat there, mulling over what just happened in my head, I came to the conclusion that she must want us to forget the entire incident. I knew I'd never forget it but I would also never bring it up. I relaxed a little and got into the show that I was watching. A short while later, my mom came and sat beside me on the sofa. She was wearing a little white sundress that set off her tanned skin really well. I could feel a slight stir in my trousers just looking at her. "Mark" she began, "we need to have a little talk about what happened this morning. I should apologise for not closing the bathroom door properly while I showered, I just didn't realise you would be up so early. I got such a shock when I saw you there. I really am very sorry, the last thing you want to see is an old woman naked, especially when you're used to girls that are far younger." She looked really embarrassed and slightly upset as she spoke and I was taken aback. She must not have noticed what I was doing while I watched her shower. "Don't worry about it Mom, I know it was an accident. And don't be so down on yourself, you're beautiful and you're not old. And besides, I've never seen a girl my age naked." I replied quite bashfully. She looked at me quizzically and simply asked, "Mark, have you ever been with a girl?" to which I replied "I've kissed a few girls, but that's all. Girls just see me as a friend, Mom, so they're never interested in me." "But you want to be with a girl?" she enquired. "Yeah Mom, I really do. But even though girls always say I'm good looking and nice they never want to do anything. I just wish one girl would let me get past first base." I was getting a bit frustrated just thinking about it. She seemed to sense this so she leaned into me and wrapped her arms around me for a tight hug. I could feel her large breasts push against my chest and instantly felt my cock grow hard in my pants. As she pulled back from the embrace I hoped she wouldn't notice that I had a hard on from her hug. I turned to look at her and she had a little smirk on her face. She looked me right in the eye as she pulled her dress down to expose the most gorgeous breasts I could ever imagine. As she did this she whispered to me "You can touch them if you like." I instantly reached out both my hands and proceed to fondle her. Her large brown nipples became hard at my touch and I wanted nothing more than to use my mouth and tongue on them. "Can I taste them Mom?" I asked nervously. She just nodded at me. At this, I eagerly lean in and flicked my tongue lightly over her nipples. A light moan escaped her lips and for a brief moment, I thought I might just lose all my self-control. I managed to gather myself and continued to lick and suck on my mom's breasts, all the while waiting for her to pull away and put an end to my fantasy. She cupped her hand under my chin and pulled my face up to hers and pushed her soft lips onto mine, parting them until her moist tongue slid into my mouth. At his moment she let out a soft groan and the kiss suddenly far more urgent. At the same time, she placed her hand on my hard cock and began massaging it through my trousers. This went on for a few minutes until she abruptly pulled away from me. I felt my heart sink a little until she knelt on the floor in front of me and said "Mark," she said, "take your cock out for Mommy." My cock twitched as she said this to me. I unzipped my trousers and pulled them down so my hard cock sprang free from them. As soon as it was free my mom's hand wrapped around the base of it and she began to lick up and down the shaft before she placed her lips around the top of my cock and licked the huge amount of pre cum off my head. Then she started sucking my cock like crazy, bobbing her head up and down while moaning with pleasure. It took me a minute to realise she had her other hand up her dress and was rubbing her pussy while she sucked my cock. As soon as I realised this I knew I couldn't hold back anymore and almost yelled "I'm going to cum." She moaned in approval at this just as I felt my cock shoot my hot cum into her waiting mouth. She continued to suck me while my cock erupted and only opened her mouth after I had fell back and relaxed. She had swallowed it all except for a small bit that dribbled out the corner of her mouth and down her chin. "Thanks baby. I enjoyed that," she said to me as she pulled her dress up to cover her exposed breasts. "But Mom, you haven't cum yet and I think it's only fair that I get to taste you after you got to taste me." As I said this, a huge smile spread across her face and she stood up, lifted her dress slightly and shimmied a white lacy pair of panties down her legs before kicking them off. She then sat on the sofa beside me and hitched her dress up to her waist and opened her gorgeous legs, exposing her soaking wet, shaved pussy. I climbed between her legs and began teasing her pussy with my tongue. Her moans became very loud and she started guiding my face to where she wanted licked. After a few minutes I decided to push 2 of my fingers inside her pussy while I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit. When I did this an almost animal like moan escaped her lips and she started pushing her hips and grinding herself into my face. "That's it baby," she moaned," finger Mommy's pussy. You're going to make me cum all over your face." I never imagined my mom would be so dirty but I loved it. I could feel my cock getting excited again just as I felt her pussy begin to tense around my fingers. She let out an almighty scream as she came all over my hand and face. By now, I was rock hard again and decided that I may as well try to make the most of this situation so I stood up and moved her so that she was draped across the sofa. Then I spread her legs and knelt in between them. I leaned in, which pushed my cock against her vagina, and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you now, Mom." She smiled and simply nodded in response. I kneeled up so that my back was straight and looked down upon my hot Mom. Her dress was still on and hitched up around her waist. I wanted to see her fantastic breasts again so I pulled down her dress and they just fell out. I began to suck them as I pushed my cock slowly into her wet pussy. When my cock filled her, she let out a loud moan and started muttering, "Fuck me" over and over again. So I straightened myself up, lifted her knees so that her legs were bent at a 45 degree angle and began fucking my Mom like she was any common slut. I could see she loved having my hard cock pound into her cunt and she made it even clearer when she yelled at me, "That's it baby. Give it to Mommy. Fuck me harder. Make your Mommy cum." Hearing my Mom yell this at me and looking down on her huge tits bouncing like crazy as I fucked her brought me over the edge and I pounded her pussy even harder as my cum shot deep inside her. Just at the same moment I felt her tense underneath me as she reached her point of ecstasy again. As she came, she dug her long fingernails into my back and screamed, "oh yes baby, I'm cumming." We lay there for a few moments before I pulled my soft cock out and slowly stood up. My mom gave me a big smile and said, "Thank you Mark, I better start making dinner now. And then you should do your homework. That is, unless you want to fuck me again before your father gets home?" We both knew what the answer to that was without me speaking it. I walked with Mom into the kitchen to help her prepare dinner. As I watched her bend down to turn on the cooker, I couldn't help but smile while thinking how my luck with women was going to change in a big way from now on. At least, that is, with the one woman I want to fuck. Playdates We'd been on smile and swing terms for a few months, our daughters were the same age, his about two, mine a month or so younger, I had never seen him with a wife or girlfriend, or boyfriend come to that. And my so called husband had left me (though luckily not us, not completely) so long ago I'd forgotten what it was like to be in a relationship. We went to our local park at the same time, most weeks, most Friday mornings. This is the thing with kids sometimes, they make your friends for you. Our two got on, in the way they do at that age, with anyone, the nearest. So one Friday I invited Jim back to mine, with the intention of letting our two toddlers play and get to know each other. So. A play-date of some description. We had been chatting for a few weeks, idly, whilst watching our children play. Life, going on whilst we were busy doing other things. Were we flirting? He made me laugh, he seemed to laugh at things I said. Had I seen him looking at me once or twice? His gaze lingering a fraction of a second longer than it would if there was no attraction? Had he caught me? Looking at him, when I didn't need to be, looking at his face, not young anymore, but possibly better for it. He was handsome, there was no denying that, no denying I hadn't noticed. Masculine, strong. Brown-blonde hair, thick on his arms I noticed. Why did I notice? Did this matter? He was usually clean shaved. On the one occasion he wasn't I liked the look of him more, that he usually made the effort, when he didn't, or hadn't the time, or forgot, his thick overnight beard gave him an appealingly casual look. I suppose it was the sort of park where people might get to know each other, I lived in Ventura at the time, which was a friendly enough little town, even though I guess I wasn't the friendliest. Never rude I hoped, but I was aware I kept people at a distance. Even so the other women who used the park all noticed Jim when he was there. I saw them looking, I overheard one or two comments, mostly about how good he was with Kelly (women notice this, complimenting dads on something they absolutely take for granted with moms), once or twice about what a nice ass he had. They tried to talk to him, he seemed as hesitant about this as I was. He wasn't rude, just, a little, reluctant, it seemed. I didn't join in. Mostly as I didn't join in, also as my sex drive had gone into reverse since Corrina was born, part of the reason my husband left, only part I tell myself, surely not the only, he couldn't have been that big an asshole could he? Still though, I thought about it so infrequently, I had forgotten I wasn't even thinking about it. Even when Sadie and Cotton, my bare-all neighbours offered me an unexpected glimpse of themselves. Then, I don't know what changed, but when I did have a moment, god, the shock was enough for me to be so grateful, to my own body, for not giving up on me, for still allowing me such simple pleasures. I had showered, after putting Corrina down for a nap. Showered, dried, and walked naked into my bedroom. Naked. That was all, that was enough. I could sense the hard wood underneath my feet, then the thick pile rug. I passed a window. I suddenly felt naked, not just undressed. I went back and stood still in front of the window, it was at the far end of my landing, overlooking mostly my own garden, part of next door's. It also reached from the floor up to the ceiling. I realised I was imagining someone else looking at me, I was being seen, looked at, naked. For the first time in what felt like years I felt that delicious flutter of arousal within my bare body. I stood, almost unsure what it was, sweet, nervous, trembling. My mouth opened. Was anyone there? Would I move if I did see anyone? My neighbours? There were no other houses within looking distance, but I imagined someone seeing, being able to, walking past their own window and noticing me at mine, seeing a naked woman standing there, just standing, looking out, enjoying the morning sunshine, but naked, tall, still pretty slim from running, from tennis when she could get a game, from swimming when she could get to the ocean. Would he think I looked good? For my age? For a young mother of one? Would she? Would he watch, look at my bare breasts, my stiff nipples, my thick brown nest of pubic hair? I turned for him, for her, I bent down to scratch my knee, I offered my bare ass to them, letting my legs slip apart, letting them look at the dark mound of my sex. What was I doing? What was I feeling? I pushed my ass out, up, I imagined a man looking, by accident, staring at a strange woman's naked pussy, her long thick lips, looking at my now damp cunt. I stood and turned back. And imagined his cock, in his trousers, hard. I walked, I forced myself to walk to my bedroom, to stand in front of a long mirror. I looked at myself nude. I saw my nipples had risen to two long stiff points. I looked down to my long forgotten forest of pubic hair. Oh god. I looked between my legs, to the warm furry dune of my pussy. I was aroused, oh god, suddenly, from nowhere, I could feel dampness in my vagina. I stayed where I was, standing, looking, I pushed my feet apart and touched my pussy, I touched my soft damp pussy, god it had been a long time, it felt so good, after all this time, after the months of functionality, the trauma of childbirth, I was suddenly more than just my biological parts, more than the sum of them. The skin of my sex was so thick and warm and already slippery wet. I dipped the tip of my forefinger inside myself, gasping at this moment of self-penetration, enjoying the clasp of my pussy around my finger, drawing the release of moisture up to my awoken clitoris. It was like the first time I explored my body, I wanted to savour it, to enjoy each field of discovery. And then my mind opened up to me, and showed me who I was thinking of, who I had had watching me. Jim was there. I was imagining him, still dressed, me kneeling in front of him and undoing his trousers, reaching and releasing. I thought of Jim's cock, I was suddenly reaching into his pants and finding it, hot, hard, touching it, feeling him, tasting him, fuck, my body was delighting in its own capability for pleasure, I had Jim undress for me, in front of me, his shirt, his trousers, his underwear stretched by his bulging penis, leaping out, growing, big, small, I didn't care, hard, becoming superbly erect, my orgasm, so long waiting, detonated inside me as I thought of dropping naked in front of Jim, this man I hardly knew, exposing his stiff cock and taking him inside my mouth, sucking his sweet swollen dick, letting the heat of him warm my mouth, feeling his thickness stretch my lips wide apart, pushing me back, was I too timid for control? Even in a fantasy? Pushing me, ripping my clothes off quickly, exposing my ass, oh, oh I was there, looking, turning, looking at my own smooth butt, bending as best I could, rubbing myself harder as I thought of Jim pulling the full cheeks of my ass apart and pushing his cock hard inside my cunt, I said the word, I heard myself speaking. My voice seemed to fill the room, echo through the otherwise silent house, words that I hadn't used for so long, that I might never have before, not quite, the suddenness, that I was saying this, willing to. "Oh Jim, fuck me, push your cock inside me, push your cock hard inside my wet hot cunt, fuck me, fuck me hard, oh god, fuck my wet little cunt." I came and fell back onto my bed. I lay naked, on top of the duvet, a small window was open, a cool summer breeze was drifting over my bare body. Was this a one-off? The first step towards some sort of erotic recovery? Weeks passed, months might have. I went to the park most days when I didn't have to work, when I usually had to drop Corrina off at Teri's (my best friend from college. Who invited me up here when my marriage fell to pieces, to stay with her a while. I stayed. Then stayed some more). Weeks and months, and Jim and I spoke a little more, with or without the others there. I sensed him relaxing with me. We got closer, physically, we stood closer, I starting studying him, his hands, his slim waist, his face. His ass. And I showered, when Corrina was asleep, and I remained nude, in the mornings, lingering at the window, at night, knowing I would be easily seen. I didn't bother dressing, this was a first, I sometimes cooked and ate naked. Knowing, feeling the gentle swell or pleasure rise and fall within me for hours at a time, giving in, touching myself, knowing who it was I was waiting to think about, knowing who I wanted to imagine being with me, undressing, stripping, spreading my legs and pushing his stiff dick inside my aching pussy. I am sure I wasn't thinking of this, or anything else, when I asked if Jim wanted to come with Kelly back to mine so the girls could have something to eat. He agreed though. With a pleasing smile. He followed in his car. He pulled up next to me at red light and looked in. When he winked I felt my stomach take a tumble. Corrina and Kelly got on well, quickly, mucking about with this and that. They all stayed for lunch, then Jim said he should go so he could put Kelly down for a nap. I suggested he do that here, upstairs, and we could have something to eat. I wasn't really thinking of anything, but, if I am honest, I think my body was making decisions for me, without bothering to let me know. We put our kids down, and I prepared a quick salad, some thick crusty bread, I don't normally drink at lunchtime, but I offered a glass of cold white wine. Jim said yes. And we ate, and, I suppose, flirted a little bit more. Knowing this was now a more adult situation. It was rather perfect. In its way. It was the first time I'd had a guy in my house for so long. And with the drink. I felt quite giddy when we went into my living room for a sit down. I wanted to kiss him, my brain was catching up, I knew I wanted to, I realised I had wanted to for so long. And yet I didn't. We chatted. Sitting next to each other. He leant in towards me, our shoulders touching. And then, casually – had he made a joke? Had I? - I let my hand rest on his leg, his knee, then a little higher, across his thigh. We did the stare, his eyes, god he had such beautiful green blue eyes. I knew, we should, we could kiss, the moment stretched and reverberated inside me, more powerful than a kiss, the silence, the tension ratcheting up with each breathless second. What stopped me? Or him? That I was so out of practice? And then I glanced down, so slow, was this deliberate, the moment was still quite innocent, my hand barely touching him. But I looked down, and saw the state he was already in. Oh god. His penis was erect. Oh god, I looked and saw that his cock was obviously hard, I could see it bulging out in a thick curved arch underneath his dark trousers. How did I do this? Still without kissing, without touching in any other way? I stared at the blatant shape of Jim's cock, frozen, trapped between desire and nervousness, but, I moved, I slid my hand higher, and touched him there, over his trousers, from nowhere, I felt so dirty, so brazen, and so turned on. I grazed, just barely, the length of his penis with the backs of my fingers, drawing them up along his stiffening stem. My pussy was so wet I could feel my panties sticking to me, I didn't look up, I wanted to open my hand and drape it over Jim's swollen dick. But just thinking of it this way, his, I was sitting next to a man and his penis was erect, he, Jim was right next to me and his cock was hard. I was close to losing it slightly, quickly, my mind echoed back to my recent moment of masturbation, to who I had been thinking about, I wanted his hands on me, between my legs, touching my hot pussy, fuck, I wanted to spread myself for him, but the need to feel him, to see him, was overpowering. Like, well, the first time, without the fear, the guilt, the feeling I'd be talked about. This is a woman's freedom, her real sexual maturity, the unwillingness to give a shit what anyone else thinks. I was without all of this, but with the sweet nervousness of a first time, in the middle of the day, without having had so much as a single date, the moment changing so quickly, so unexpectedly. My eyes dropped again so I could look at this nearly strange guy's aroused penis, and, still without kissing, without looking up, without even firmly touching anything other than his thigh, I reached for his belt with both hands and started to undo him, to unbutton, unzip, as if this was nothing, as if I was not doing anything unusual. I hadn't acted like this before, if I had made the first move it was never so blatant, so pornographic. I would have kissed, drawn a man towards me, pulled his hands onto my own body. Not this. What was this? I was ready to take a man's stiff penis out of his pants and into my mouth. I pushed the two edges of his slacks apart. And saw a pair of tight white briefs, and the clearer outline of his aroused penis, stretching the thin cotton out, I could see the shape of his glans, god, I pulled his trousers lower, over his legs, and looked at his underwear, hearing his breathing, a gasp, his penis was held down by his briefs, gripped in a thick bent curve. I felt my own sex throb with desire as I looked at his. There was a small dark damp patch in his underwear where I realised the tip of his cock was touching the otherwise dry material. My pussy throbbed. I pushed his shirt away, undid a button or two, pushed his trousers further down. Was he speaking? Was he talking to me? Murmuring my name? He sat, his trousers now around his ankles, his penis pushing out against his underwear. And I took them off. I gripped the thick elastic waistband and pulled. I saw dark pubic hair, a wide fringe thinning to a trail that led up to his deep navel. I pulled some more, I let the rest of his thick bush sprout, and then the root, the swollen root of a man's cock. I gripped and yanked, too eager to relish the moment. I pulled. I saw an engorged penis sprang free, in my living room, in the middle of the day, I was undressing a guy, I was presenting myself with a pulsing and growing cock. Jim's stiff cock. I looked up quickly, to his face, he looked as innocently and sweetly nervous as I was. His dick bounced out, up. The sight of it, so patent, so flagrantly aroused, the stiffness of his penis belied the control of his demeanour, and sent quivers of increasing pleasure darting inside me. He was so hard, already, so thrillingly aroused. He wasn't circumcised. Did I care? I studied, this was my first penis in years. I studied the still intact foreskin. Feeling this register immediately, how could it not? I had never been with a guy who wasn't. I didn't care. But I did care. In a good way. I was shocked. This was completely new to me. This was different. My husband, all my other lovers, had all been done. It seems so rare for a guy not to be cut that this has taken over what's normal. Jim wasn't though. I pulled his underwear away from his crotch, I pushed it down to his trousers and looked back at his thick dark pubic hair, his tight scrotum, and watched his cock pulse and bounce upwards. Up, and up. God it had been so long since I'd just watched a man getting hard in front of me, I was always so aroused looking at his dick getting bigger, thicker, longer. And Jim got bigger, thicker, longer. And then some more. Was he large? Was I able to remember well enough to compare? I was hypnotised by the sight of his glorious prick rising in front of me, bobbling up, pulsing, leaping to a state of thrilling tumescence, my hand, I left my hand near enough to feel the heat radiating from his solid core, as I looked, breathing, both of our bodies heaving air in and out, Jim's cock looked big, to me, so rigid and tall, a pale column of pulsing flesh rising from his groin. His thighs were exposed, the round pouch of his balls, and his long aroused organ. It looked so thick, thicker than my mind was expecting, longer, god, his cock was big, Jim had a beautiful big cock, covered and hidden in soft creamy brown skin, a thick green-blue vein bulging along the middle of his shaft, smaller ripples and gnarls running around the length of him. I could see the protruding lips of his exposed opening, peering through the stretched sleeve of his foreskin. It looked, in this room, in the day, having only ever seen him dressed, with other people, having revealed it so quickly, the mood, the moment having changed, I don't know, the size of it, the sight was almost grotesque, this large jutting protrusion of male flesh, sticking up from his lap, from his legs, having grown, thickened with blood, with pulses of lust, swollen into a thick solid rod of penetrative sex. Hot, alive, existing somehow independently of Jim, his mind, his face. His foreskin, I had never seen one before. I sat and looked, looked, my pussy aching, for as long as I could, feeling myself memorising the strange wrinkled circle of skin just pulling itself back over the very end of his penis, hiding his tip, letting me see the shape of it, the soft line of his corona, until I reached, finally, still silent, I reached and gripped the bare length of Jim's stiff prick. I touched his cock. I was touching his erect penis. Oh fuck. He felt so hot, so hard. I reached and wrapped my fingers around his thick stem. And my pleasure spiked. I felt my pussy spasm and clench as I felt a man in my hand again, hot, so hot, so hard, oh god it felt so good, the obviousness, the un-deniability of his physical reaction, to me, his response to me, my body, my touch, the prospect, the idea of sliding his hard penis inside me, pushing the solid length of his prick deep inside my slippery wet cunt. He felt so thick, thicker than my fingers were used to, his long firm stem pushing them further apart, I felt his heat, the warmth of male arousal that always managed to surprise and arouse me, hotter than the rest of him, so full of desire, potency, each delicious little ridge running along his long shaft. I let my fingers explore, I let myself hold it, feel it, savouring the smoothness, the softness of his skin, the unyielding hardness of his inner tissue, I rippled my fingers up and down, feeling the gentle give of that fat vein, getting to know it, the shape, oh god, the size. I pulled, I looked and felt as I pulled a man's foreskin down for the very first time, back, watching, transfixed. It was amazing to see, as his soft skin stretched and slid back over his last secret part, I stroked and saw his smooth dark shiny wet tip slowly become visible. This part, of him, so private, so intimate, suddenly proud, oval, his soft rim so tender, and slick with clear liquid, coated with an almost bubbling layer of male fluid that sent my still untouched sex into paroxysms of reactive pleasure. Were we speaking? Did Jim say anything? I'm not sure either of us did. I stared. At this man's beautiful hard cock, at my hand, touching it, holding, I wanted him to know, to feel how aroused I was, I wanted to pull his hand onto my sex, to push his fingers inside my panties, to feel through my thick warm hair until he could touch my pussy, until he could feel how wet I was, something, some part of me knew this was different than a normal game, I let myself look up to his face, his eyes, his mouth was open, he was looking down at my hand, his own stiff dick, my stroking fingers, gripping, rubbing his soft warm skin over his hot rigid stem. I looked at his glistening tip, a fresh pearl of sweet pre-cum appearing at his tiny pursed slit. And I bent down. Oh god. It had been so long. I bent and opened my lips and took his warm stiff penis inside my mouth. I held the thick root of it and slid my lips over his large glans. My pussy trembled and pulsed with lust, depraved wanton sluttishness, I was a mother, a sensible mom, I worked and kept house and took care of my daughter, and I had a nearly strange man's erect cock in my mouth, in my house, in the middle of the day, daylight streaming in from my open windows, birdsong and car noise outside, and silence within, I hadn't turned a radio on, I could hear the familiar hum of my refrigerator. And with both of our kids upstairs asleep. From nowhere, so quick. The contrast I think, this utterly humdrum normality and here I was giving a strange guy a blow job. Playdates I let the words fill me, define me, safe, nice, well behaved Lizzy going down in a guy, sucking his cock. I was still fully dressed, I had bent and taken his hard dick out of his trousers and now I was going down on him. All I could hear was our breathing, filling the room, the creak and croak of the sofa, the wet sound of my mouth sliding over Jim's naked prick. I touched his tight cool balls and sucked his cock. I sucked his long thick cock. I could hear him suddenly, his heavy breathing, his hand, gently, touching my shoulder, his cock swelled, I felt him thicken, stiffen, and ooze with arousal, oh god that sweet thick taste of male lubrication sliding onto my tongue, he tasted like honey, strong, male, sweet, oh god so sweet. I wanted to slow myself, to tease him, I wanted to drive him crazy, but I gave in to more immediate desires, to feel my mouth sliding up and down, to sense my head moving in his lap, to breath and moan and feel a guy fuck my mouth, to lose myself, abandon myself to this whore-like pleasure, my own apparent contradiction, I was still fully dressed, I had still said next to nothing, I was still a soccer mom in waiting who had taken a guy's hard cock out of his pants and was sucking it like a pro. His hands were on me, on my arms, I could smell his hair, my lips were being opened wider than I could remember, I couldn't go any further down his thick stem than an inch along the length of his tip, he felt larger than I had ever had before, he had looked longer, shockingly so, my frame of reference suddenly surprised, my mouth was confirming this, the memory of my husband, and the few others, their varying sizes inadequate to the feel of Jim's bigger prick forcing my lips further apart. If I moved my head just a fraction, just my eyes, I could see our reflections in the TV set. Positioned to avoid any glare, all the light was on us, it was almost as reflective as a mirror. I could see myself, I could recognise myself, my body, my face, my hands, bent at the waist, her mouth open wide, opened by a man's cock, a handsome man's beautiful big stiff cock. I looked, I stared at myself as I bobbed my head up and down, looking at the length of Jim's cock as it slid between my lips. I licked and swirled my tongue around his spongy soft tender rim, moistening, filling my mouth with my own warm saliva and sliding my mouth up and down, my lips taking in the feel of him, processing the knowledge of what I was doing again: sucking a man's hard cock, opening my mouth and letting a guy push his dick inside, the sensation of his giving bulb, his round ridge dropping and contrasting with the iron hard bar of his rigid shaft. He swelled, I felt him open me wider. He spoke, I am sure he did, I heard sounds but not words. My lust was overpowering. My wet pussy was driving my head up and down. Quicker. I was hungry for him, stroking him with my hand as I bobbed my soft wet mouth over his glans, tasting him, oh, tasting a man's sex, another person entering me. And then it happened, I made it happen, I felt Jim's cock harden, astonishingly, he grew, and suddenly my mouth was full with hot liquid. He was coming. Oh god he was coming inside my mouth. I felt my tongue suddenly covered with warm flowing cum, Jim's whole body tightened, his penis jerked back and pulsed between my lips and spurt after spurt of beautiful sweet semen brimmed into my cheeks, he filled with his warm cum. I had forgotten, oh god I had forgotten how much I loved feeling a guy come in my mouth, how much it turned me on knowing what was happening, what I had made him do, this delicious and primal loss of control, his balls and cock in a rictus of extreme pleasure, splashing spunk over my lips, leaping with creamy orgasm. I gripped Jim's thick throbbing shaft and masturbated him into my mouth, squeezing, stroking, pulling every last treacly drop of cum from him. I swirled his semen around my palate, coating his still quivering tip. Feeling the strangely flowing substance trickle over my palate. I kept my mouth closed as I lifted my head, looking down to his spent cock, his tip still exposed, wet from my mouth, his shaft shiny moist from me, I lifted my head and let my mouth open, just, so he could see his own white cum covering my tongue. And I swallowed, for him, for me, savouring his semen sliding down my throat, suddenly thicker, somehow, wanting to adhere to me. I swallowed Jim's hot seed. And the depravity and strangeness of this, I am sure I didn't do this before, I am sure I let other guy's drip out of my mouth, this though, I am sure, gave me the sweetest and smallest of climaxes. We sat, I sat back, I have to say I was pleased with myself, I felt alive again, sexual, filthy, in the nicest way. I sat and took a sip of wine, and looked at Jim, at his still exposed body, his penis was still quite hard, was still pointing up almost vertically, it looked slightly smaller, I knew he was getting soft again, but his foreskin was still pulled back, his dark red tip still showing. I saw a bubble of white fluid seeping from his tiny slit. And I licked it. Oh god I was so shameless. I bent back down, my mouth open, I held his still warm, still solid cock and licked this last drop of cum from his urethra. And I remember, I remember his words. "Oh fuck, oh fuck Lizzy, fuck it's been a long time." It had. And I was glad. Our kids woke up. Not quite before we could do anything else, we would have had some time. But this felt right, for me to suck Jim's cock and for me not to be touched at all. We barely acknowledged what had happened. I wanted him to stay, to take the rest of his clothes off, to stay for dinner, I wanted to look at him, all of him, and undress for him, and feel his naked body against my own, feel his strong body on me, his hands, his mouth, his lips on mine, kissing me, oh fuck, kissing my wet cunt, getting hard again, pressing his thick cock inside me. We did nothing. Corrina woke first, and woke up Kelly. I had to wait until she was back asleep, later that night, before I could sit back where I had taken Jim in my mouth, and take my own trousers off, and masturbate. Looking at myself again, in the TV screen, looking at my long bare legs, the dark thicket of hair at the top of them, my hand, my fingers splayed over my hot damp pussy. I wanted to go so slow. My body had other ideas. As soon as I touched my sex I felt the sweetest of orgasms rising inside me, trembling up from my toes, my belly, I gave in to it, I cupped my slippery thickened vulva and stroked my aching little clitoris. And thought of Jim, thought of unzipping him, releasing his magnificent hard cock, I came as I pictured it, long and thick, as I tasted it, as he filled my mouth, as he filled my mouth with his sweet spurts of cum.