0 comments/ 124962 views/ 9 favorites Wax By: Lyss "Back so soon for a full leg and bikini?" Tanya asked as I peeled off my shorts. "It grows faster in summer," I said, settling on the narrow table in my tank top and thong. I lay back and watched as she turned away to dial up the heat on the wax pot. Her tight black skirt rode up the back of her toned and hairless brown thighs. No panty line, and no thong silhouette, either. Tanya must be going au naturel, I thought. Lucky girl. I'm a bit of a naturalist myself. I'd let my leg hair grow, but I'm a swimmer, and the hippie look doesn't fit with the bronze body-consciousness of a racing suit. I'm not much for underthings, either. My bras and panties are lace-free, utilitarian affairs in primary colors, and whenever possible, I go without. Still, waxing etiquette demands a layer of fabric between an esthetician and her client, and a thong gives Tanya room to trace the tan line of my high-cut swimsuit, leaving me with a narrow triangle of fair hair to match the below-the-shoulders mop on my head. Tanya must be working out, I thought. The sinews of her thighs and ass strained against the flimsy fabric. Between the straps of her camisole, a phoenix rose toward the bob of brown curls that teased the nape of her neck. The tattoo's orange flames seemed to dance as she stirred the heated potion. I couldn't stop staring at the bird's eyes. They seemed to track mine as her muscles rippled. "Your hair's so blond, how can you see it?" she asked. She turned back, bent over me and positioned a spotlight over my thigh. She grabbed a lab coat from a hook and buttoned it closed, then snapped a pair of latex gloves on her hands. It was as if the Tanya of a moment ago had disappeared, and a starched clinician stood in her place. Tanya sprinkled talc on my legs, then grasped an ankle firmly in each hand and pushed upward, rubbing the powder in as she moved. She fanned out along the curve of my thighs and pulled her hands away. I started to breathe deeply, as if I were relaxing for a massage rather than preparing to have molten liquid painted on my legs and the hair ripped out, root by root. "You've been swimming, haven't you?" Tanya asked. "How can you tell?" "Well, I know you're a swimmer. But look." She traced a finger along the fold of my thigh. "Your legs are deep brown, for one thing, and the hairs have bleached white." She rubbed a sure hand along my quad. "Your muscles have fantastic definition. You must have a strong kick." Then she reached under and touched the back of my neck where the skin stayed white under my suit back. I shivered. "And I noticed the tan line on your back before you lay down." She removed her hand and dipped a wooden tongue blade into the wax. "So you see, it doesn't take a detective to know you've been swimming." Tanya spread a wide line of wax along my lower leg. She picked up a strip of linen, lay it on top of the wax the way she might smooth a sheet, and, as if she were pulling a rip-cord, yanked if off my leg. I inhaled, and she slapped, quick and sharp, the place that rang with pain. "I never get used to this," I said. "Normally, a slap like that would sting. But this has the opposite affect. It softens the pain." "Funny how that works, isn't it?" Tanya said. We loped into an easy chat as she removed parallel rows of hair from first one lower leg, then the other, as if I were a lawn and she the mower. Tanya and I had the classic salon relationship. We met monthly, assumed the familiar position, then chatted like old friends about work, family, lovers. Then I forgot about her until the hair on my legs grew visible and it was time for another appointment. Even in the busy summer months, she squeezed me in before I felt desperate enough to take a tweezers to my follicles myself. And I always tipped very well. "Bend your knees and spread your legs a little," Tanya said. I complied. She focused on the curvy area around the joint, painfully close to bone and difficult to maneuver. With her head so close to my midsection and the lamp warming the air molecules above her, I inhaled the patchouli she must have sprinkled on that morning. I closed my eyes, breathing in the earthy and mysterious scent. "Ouch!" I yelped, opening my eyes suddenly. Tanya was yanking individual hairs out of my knees with tweezers. She grasped me more firmly. I flushed, embarrassed. After all this time, I should be able to take the discomfort, well, like a woman. "Sorry, but you know how hard it is to see these fine hairs, especially when they've lightened in the sun. The spot's so bright they seem to disappear. I'm nearly done here." I closed my eyes and breathed in, then out, adjusting to the pain. I felt Tanya move away. When she didn't move back, I opened my eyes. She looked at me, a hand on a hip, as if she wanted to ask me a question but didn't know how. "Oh," I said, stretching my legs out. I knew it was time for her to do the bikini, and I clenched in anticipation. I've never adjusted to the burn of the wax on the fold of my thigh and against my lips, followed by the pull of hair, as if someone were grabbing at my crotch and pulling my entire bush out at once. And I always wondered what it was like for Tanya, leaning close enough to my pussy that I could feel her breath through my panties. Under the heated lamp, even I could smell my scent rising. I tried my breathing exercises again, waiting, but Tanya didn't move. I raised an eyebrow like a question mark. "I'd like to try something different," Tanya said, running a finger under the hip strap of my thong. "Do you trust me?" "Sure," I said. "Besides, if I don't like it, it will grow back, right?" I laughed. Tanya didn't answer. Then she nodded her head slightly, as if she'd made a decision. "Ok. Take off your panties and spread your legs wide," she said. No panties and spread-eagle? Talk about exposure. But Tanya was a professional and I was in her hands. I hopped off the table, slithered out of my thong, climbed back on and did as I was told. "I'm going to wax your lower lips until you're smooth as a baby." I gasped. Tanya rubbed my upper thigh as if she were calming a nervous child. "It's ok. It's going to hurt. But I have some tricks to make it easier. Just do what I tell you. Keep up your deep breathing. You'll love it in the end." I remembered her breath through my panties. I'd gone that far with her. Why not a step further? I heard Tanya dip the blade in the wax and drip the excess into the pot. With a quick move, she placed her hand firmly on my outer lips, as if she were holding them in place. I felt an urge to push my full weight against her hand, but I tried to hold still. The pressure on my lips strengthened. Had she increased it, or had I? With swift expertise, Tanya covered a small patch with wax then laid the linen in place. I stifled a moan. I felt a burn on the tender outer folds, which seemed to rush to meet the lava filling my inner lips and clit. I wanted to lift my pelvis, to feel my lips open, to liberate the wetness that was now pulsing and let it flow freely with the sizzling wax. "Now!" Tanya whispered, and I felt a sharp pain as she pulled. I shuddered, and Tanya slapped my pussy with her hand, hard, then left her hand there. I strained against her, willing her to open me, even as I strained against myself to keep from opening. I bit my lower lip, tears stinging my eyes, and stiffened my legs to keep still. "Is that it?" I said, my voice husky. "No, sweetheart. I have to do these curves one little patch at a time. But I promise the pain will be worth it." Tanya moved along my outer lips, inch by inch, in a continuous cycle of searing heat, followed by the cool respite of her hand against the linen, followed by a sting that set my pussy afire, and topped off with a single spank. I could swear Tanya spanked me harder as she progressed, but the slaps were the antithesis of pain. With each one, my pussy grew wetter and my legs spread as if of their own free will. I was sure my clit was exposed and that my inner lips lay, open and glistening. But I had entered an almost meditative space of tension, pain and arousal and I didn't care. I felt a tickle in my ear. "You did very well," Tanya whispered. "We're done." I moaned, though from relief or disappointment, I wasn't sure. I looked up at her face, inches above mine. She pulled off her gloves and began unbuttoning her lab coat. "Did it hurt badly?" she asked. I nodded. She came closer, and I thought she was going to kiss my cheek. Instead, she plunged her tongue in my mouth. Tanya moved to the foot of the table and laid her palm on my waxed lips. "Feel how smooth that is?" she asked. "You look like a partially peeled peach, the kind that, when you take a bite, spurts down your chin." She rocked her palm over my lips, back and forth, increasing pressure on my clit. Please, let me be your peach, I thought. With a single motion, Tanya opened me and inserted what felt like all of her fingers. I jutted my pelvis skyward and groaned. I was so wet that when she slid in and out, in and out, I felt as if my pussy existed for nothing other than to accommodate her. I rocked, and as I let her fuck me, time seemed to stretch and pull. Suddenly the thrusting stopped, and I felt something familiar. It was Tanya's breath over my mound, only now there was no thong between her mouth and my pussy. She reached her hands under my ass and lifted. I rose to join her, and as I did, her mouth clamped down on my open lips. Tanya circled my clit with her tongue, slowly at first, then increased the speed in a continuous, unyielding ring. I threw my head back and stiffened my legs to still myself, the better not to miss a single circuitous lap. Then, just as suddenly as she had entered me with her hand, she probed her tongue into my pussy and left it there. I gasped. She pulled out, then darted in and out, in and out, until I felt as if a wild animal had been let loose. I tried matching her rhythm with the hips I could no longer still, but then she changed her timing and started licking me in long, vertical strokes. She started at my ass, moved upward and into my open lips and licked my clit clean. Then she started again. I undulated to meet her but she changed her stroke again and landed firmly on my clit, which she sucked, hard, until I wondered if she would ever stop. Tanya lifted her head and I met her gaze. She smiled, a sheen glistening on her chin. Then she hopped onto the table, her ass facing my head. I recalled the absent panty line as she lowered herself onto my face. I pushed her skirt up to her waist, grabbed her ass and pulled her toward me. Her lips and clit were completely exposed as I took her, all of her, into my waiting mouth. Tanya laid her mouth back on my pussy and we latched onto each other as if nothing could pry us apart. I licked at her lips and clit, and she started rocking against my tongue, fast, until it was all I could do to keep up with her. Then I started rocking the same way. It was as if our pussies and mouths were connected in one continuous circuit, licking and sucking, rocking and undulating, our pussies dripping, our mouths receiving the juice. I could no longer make out what Tanya was doing with her mouth and tongue. I was only aware of the continuous sensation of lapping and sucking: Tanya lapping me, me sucking Tanya, and the slurping sounds that filled the air above our heads. I felt Tanya's moan deep in my pussy before I heard it, and the vibration of her voice made my walls begin to contract. Then I felt myself moan, a sound buried in Tanya's lips, and she started to shake. Tanya cupped my ass with her hands and I grabbed onto her thighs. I had the sensation of being on a roller coaster: if I didn't hang on tight, I might be propelled off the ride. Tanya and I shook each other with our tongues, moaning louder now, each contraction of her pussy egging my pussy on to match it. We humped faster and faster, louder and louder, a buzz growing in my ears. I was writhing with such force I was certain I would fly off the table, but Tanya hung on, and I hung on with her. Fast and wet, loud and powerful, we moved and heaved, sucked and wailed, louder and faster, harder and harder, until, screaming, I began to cum, grasping so firmly on Tanya's thighs I was sure I would leave bruises, shouting and writhing, and I heard a yell start inside my pussy and work its way out, rocking and sucking, as we, lapping and licking, rocked in a drawn-out series of electrified contractions and Tanya landed on me, legs splayed, in the wreckage. Tanya popped off the table and I groaned at the absence of her weight. Then she sprung back on, head to head, and joined my lips in a luscious kiss. She moved her head away. "Your wax looks divine. Are you satisfied?" I smiled. "It's the best wax I ever had," I said. "I can't wait to come back." We untangled ourselves and stood. I smoothed Tanya's skirt, then kissed her, long and deep. She scooped my panties off the floor and held them open, and I touched her shoulders for balance as I placed first one foot in, then the other. She slid them up my legs, positioned the straps on my hips, then squatted and helped me step into my shorts. I wrote her a check and burrowed in my wallet for the cash that would be her tip. She pushed my hand away, kissed me gently on the cheek, and opened the door. I stepped out of the salon and felt the hot summer air on my hairless legs. I had an urge to feel that air on my hairless pussy. Tanya and I have a standing monthly appointment. Usually she waxes my legs and bikini line but when she wants to try something new, I comply. When I have a sudden urge for a mid-month tune-up, she fits me in. I try to tip, but she won't let me. Tanya referred me to a new hair stylist, Paulette. She has an old fashioned barber's chair, deep, soft, worn leather, in a private cubicle. When I arrived for my first appointment, she handed me a smock, black and satiny and open in the front, its only closure a waist tie, so when she, before my shampoo, massaged my neck and shoulders, it fell back to reveal the pale space between my unclad breasts. As she led me to the sink, I watched her hips move in their tight jeans, a tight cropped T floating above her nude abdomen. She took my long hair in her hand, draped it over the porcelain and sprayed my scalp with water that was a little too hot. I gasped. "Does that hurt?" Paulette asked, leaning against me until I felt her nipple graze my cheek. "Yes." "Good," she said, rubbing her thumbs in circles on my temples. Wax Mark is open. He is spread-eagle on the landing, his wrists bound by silk ropes to the curling balusters of the staircase. Two dozen candles of every shape, size, length and breadth flicker in the dark. A sheen of sweat begins to dot his skin. Diagonal shadow lines criss-cross his torso like the bars of a jail cell. He is naked, cock lying small and innocent against his thigh. He looks foreign to her. Sydney stands over him, hovering like a transient specter of the night. He doesn't look at her. She imagines herself a goddess, glowing. He'll burn up if he looks, spontaneously combust into a cinder of sooty ashes, breaking apart and floating away. She wants it this way. She wants him to feel like he's about to shatter. "I can't believe you're trusting me this much," Sydney thinks out loud. Mark has always told her that she should think out loud, and she does, even when it's not appropriate. "Me neither." She laughs, and then stops abruptly. She's always laughing. She laughs when something's funny, of course. But she also laughs when she's scared, when she's so angry she can't cry, when she's lonely and when something is so weird and wild and out of control she doesn't know how to react, a common occurrence when she's with Mark. Defense mechanism. She's not sure which kind of laugh that was. "You know you can back out at any point." "I know, but I want to do this." She could have tied him to the four-poster bed. In her fantasies, he's lying in that bed, sinking into the softness of her feather duvet and percale sheets. But that was too nice, too neat, too comfortable for what she really wants. She wants him at attention, hyper-aware of everything around him. She wants him sliding across the hardwood floor on his back, the cutting pull of silk on his wrists. The candles have been burning for a couple of hours now. Pools of melted wax surround the half-black wicks and the cylindrical sides have collapsed in on themselves. She'd lit them in preparation. The match head had danced around each wick because her hands shook. She takes a long look at Mark and can't quite believe the vision is real and not part of a waking dream. She's held off long enough. She takes a deep breath and fills her lungs with a little courage. Teetering on the edge between wish and fulfillment, she realizes the danger of one over the other. "Are you sure this is okay?" she asks one last time. Mark nods with finality. She arranges herself over him, her thighs tangled in his, her rump resting on her heels. She takes pleasure in watching Mark's cock respond, awakening when she hasn't even touched it yet. With the candle poised over his chest, Sydney stops. He is watching her. His gaze is too palpable to ignore and she can't will her hand to tilt that extra inch. She rises, retreats to her bedroom and returns with a blindfold. Mark frowns as she secures it behind his head, but he doesn't say a word. She doesn't hesitate this time. When she tilts the candle, the wax flows. He squirms with this first contact, jolting with first pain. She continues, spacing the pain at capricious intervals. As Mark writhes beneath her, Sydney realizes that he is not making a sound, not a whimper, a squeal. Even his breath is quiet. She stares at the rivulets, the balling beads of wax congealing against his ribs. The wax pools, then cools quickly and forms a thin layer over the wide plane of his chest, a rainbow swirl of red, green, violet, white, hypnotizing her, consuming her with the desire to make him hurt. The liquid drips down from the candle, dances on the mushroom-rubbery skin of his dick. Instead of shrinking away from the pain, his dick gets harder, twitching and rising up proudly. And then she is aching from the sudden deluge of sex and smell and wet, rapid desire. She presses her palm on his chest. The wax cracks and peels, falls away from his skin, leaving faint red burn marks, a road map of past pain. She sinks down over him, and circles her hips, pulling and contracting on his dick, the remnants of wax on him coating her all up inside. She rips the blindfold from his eyes and his head whips back with the force of it. "Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come." He opens his eyes, and she can see the effort it takes, like he's prying them with a crowbar. His lids flutter, the thick brown lashes brushing against the translucent skin beneath the rims of his eyes. He struggles to look at her. He's looking but not really seeing, his vision blinded by the pain, pleasure and sensation he feels. He is there. Sydney can feel it. He jerks on his bonds, clenches his fists. Sydney blinks hard, afraid that he'll hurt himself. The staircase is shuddering vigorously and his hips shudder up and into her with equal force. A delicious grunt finally escapes his lips, and then he is still. The edges of Sydney's ruby lips curl and she wants to laugh again. She didn't come, but she doesn't care. She knows she can't wipe the smile threatening to bust out, so she doesn't, and indulges herself in one loud giggle. "What?" She smiles even bigger. "Nothing." She dismounts, unties his bonds and then sits next to him, cross-legged like a little schoolgirl. After rubbing his wrists, Mark turns on his side, rests his head on one hand. Sydney can tell from his expression that he is coming back into himself, coming back from whatever heaven or hell her pussy and her hand and her mouth had taken him, and she doesn't like that. His hand is on one of her knees, tracing the bone underneath, around and around in descending concentric circles. He pushes her legs apart, his palms pressed against the inside of each thigh. Mark reaches around her body and pulls a tapered pillar candle from its wrought iron holder. He holds it delicately between two fingers and brings the flame up close to both their faces. Sydney feels the heat from the candle and from him, all mingled into one pulsing source. Licking his fingers, his eyes turn to hers, expressionless save for the haunted glare always present there. She can see the flame dancing against his pupils, twin licking tongues against two lake-slick surfaces. He presses on the wick with his thumb and forefinger, extinguishing the flame with an audible hiss. He traces the length of the candle on her -- cherry red wax, matching the cherry blush of her sex. All at once, the candle is up inside her, the wick tickling her soft pink walls, the shaft coming away slick and wet and shining. He's fucking her, fucking her hard with the thin candle. He adds two fingers, three, then presses the thumb of his other hand to her pulsing clit, building, building, until she's smoldering, flaming inside, rising up and arching. Sydney imagines the smoke snaking out between her fevered, red pussy lips, flames licking them up like a hot little tongue. She comes, reaching for him. She's always reaching for him, and she dies a little, every single time. ©2002 by I. K. Velasco Wax She walked into the room dressed in silk, smelling of flowers, totally vulnerable to his violent exploration. The room was dark but lit with dozens of candles burning everywhere. Small candles flooded the room with light, and towering above them all was one long tapered candle lit by the bed. She saw her reflection in the candle light through the mirror paralleled to the door. She jumped as his hands grabbed her arms, his face above her looking at her with a dangerous glare in his eyes. Her body tensed up all over, and she gasped in surprise. He gripped her tighter and pressed himself hard up against her. He reached down and bit her neck hard. She let out a small yelp. He sank his teeth into her harder, and her knees buckled under the pain, trying to bend low enough to make him let go. He let go of her and pushed her down onto the bed. She scrambled up toward the headboard. He climbed on top of her, grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely. Her body relaxed as she moaned a little into his mouth. His kisses were always so intense, so passionate. She reached her hand up to run her fingers through his hair when she felt cold metal lock tightly around her wrist. She tried to pull away from his kiss, but he pushed her back into him. She felt her arm being pulled above her and soon her other arm was grabbed, thrown above her head and locked into his cold metal handcuffs. She pulled with her wrists, realizing he had her trapped and defenseless to whatever inflictions he had for her. He looked down at her, sprawled out on the bed before him. This silk thing she adorned was simply unacceptable. He grabbed the neck with his hands and ripped it straight down the front and tossed it aside, landing on some of the candles making the glow in the room dimmer. He started to kiss her juicy flesh, slightly moistened from the water of the shower. She smelled so clean. It reminded him of innocence. He laughed at thought of his woman being anything close to innocent. She was his kinky, little nymph. She began to moan in pleasure as his kisses fell lower on her body. She spread her legs wide for him expecting his lips, his tongue to grace her with their talent. Little slut. She screamed and she felt him thrust himself dry into her. But a couple of thrust and they were both beginning to drown in her juices. He reached over to the bedside table, and pulled the long candle out of its holder. He looked at her face: eyes wide and full of terror in anticipation of the pain he was about to inflict upon her. His sweet, little slut. She watched, trembling, as he held the candle above her stomach and slowly began to tip it. A drop of wax hit her stomach and she jumped in pain causing his body to tilt and another drop to follow. Her breath was tattered and heavy as he began to drip wax onto her abs, her neck, her face, her chest. By the time the wax had reached her neck tears had began to stream down her face and she bit her trembling lip trying to keep from letting out any whimpers of pain. She suffered beautifully. But by the time the drips had begun to make their scattered patterns on her chest he could hear her start to moan. These moans however were not in pain, but in pleasure. Kinky, masochistic, little slut. He threw the candle on the floor and grabbed one of the tea lights which had at this point melted all of its wax, and threw it across her body. She screamed and tensed in pain. The handcuffs clanked against the headboard as her whole body jumped. She began to cry heavily through her screams of pain. He began to thrust inside of her again. He pounded that tight cunt of hers over and over. The pain of the burning wax and the pleasure of his big, hard dick thrusting away inside of her sent her mind into a blur. Pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain. She couldn't tell which sensation was coming from where, or which felt better. He looked at her face. Tears streamed down her face and her mouth was partly open breathing and moaning in pleasure. Her big, pleading eyes begged him to stop the pain and not stop fucking her. She felt so trapped, so used. Her mind was racing with thoughts of pleasure and thoughts of pain. The metal of the handcuffs were cutting into her wrists as she kept lunging her arms forward in pain. And then she noticed that one of the cuffs was a little loose. He kept thrusting into her body moving her back and forth on the bed as she tried to wriggle her hand free. His thrusts suddenly become harder, more determined. She could hear him start to breath harder, rougher. Finally she managed to slip her hand out of the cuff. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed another of the tea lights and flung the wax at his chest just as he began to cum. Intense, carnal pleasure had consumed him first as he started to come. Then a shock of pain ripped through his body as he could feel his entire chest covered in searing, burning wax. The pain was almost too much to bear. Convulsions of ecstasy shot through him as the pain began to consume his body. He kept on coming as he screamed that loud, low, guttural scream of immense pain. There's nothing like the pain of a man to equal that which he inflicted on his woman. Wax He can do anything to me he wishes – in any situation. I flourish in knowing that – in giving that to him. Blindfolded and bound – open to him – I feel so vulnerable. I hear him move about the room, setting something up, taking things out of his magic bag. More firsts for me – always firsts. He comes on the bed, finds my lips and tastes them, kisses the nervousness out of me. His lips move down to my nipples and gently takes one at a time in his mouth. His gentleness turns harsher and my nipples grow and harden under his teeth and tongue – the heat of it. Then I feel the coldest sensation – ICE – he's putting ice on them – the heat of his mouth first – then the ice – I can't control the river running through me. "Are you ready, summer?" One of those rhetorical questions – it was more of a warning than a question. I'm never ready for the power of him – and I'm always ready for the joy of him. The first drip – like a hot dart – on my breast. The next drip on my nipple – so hot. "Ohhhhhh...." Drop, drop, drop...the wax first burns then hugs my skin, tightening. The burning then the tightening – oh God. Different sensations – constantly – drip, drip. Each drip - possessing me more and more. Perhaps one on the small of my throat - the underside of my breasts - making a line down my tummy. It stops, but his finger finds my pussy feeling my uncontrollable response to this new first. "Sooooo wet for me, summer – you like this, don't you?" I'm not sure if I can manage to speak so I just moan a 'yes'. He moves to the other nipple, ice, drip, drip, hot burning sensation...hugging, tightening. The wax holding my nipple hostage making it harder and more aching than ever before. The river is flowing up and down my body – I can't see – can only feel what is happening to me. He's so careful – deliberate as he sends me to the stars... His voice calm, steady, erotic, "Your body is on fire, summer, in more ways than one. You love how your nipples are being grabbed by the wax." He's so right - I loved what was happening to me - I so needed to come - the river running through me was threatening to overflow. He was going so slowly - in no hurry. He knew my need, he knew I needed to experience all of what he gave to me. So selfish - grabbing each experience and holding it inside never letting it go. He so generously gives more and more. He keeps my body right there - on the edge of the earth waiting, singing, begging. Normally he sees every need and desire in my eyes, but with the blindfold, he reads my body - he reads the words he wrote - the music- the complete overpowering need. His fingers touch me there again - so wet and aching. I feel his cool breath on my nipples then blowing and kissing gently down my torso. Then his mouth on my pussy - gentle kisses. I'm quivering with the need. His pace is excruciatingly slow. He sticks out his tongue and laps my clit - the shock of it sends me soaring. I couldn't stop the quake - I couldn't even if I tried. "Come for me, summer -yessssss come now!" His tongue lapped again - and again - and sending my body on waves of pleasure. So intense, so powerful. I'm quaking, quivering and trying to come down from the overwhelming orgasm that shook my soul. He gently came up and kissed me letting me taste myself on his mouth. He unclasped all my binds releasing my legs, and arms, then removes the blindfold so I can see his eyes. "You did well, summer," he said, words that warmed me as much but in a different way than the wax. I looked down to see the wax on my body, he wanted me to see - to feel - to help remove it. But not yet. In a swift motion, his strong arms moves me on top of him so I'm straddling him. I'm sitting up, he's staring at me and tells me, "Take it, summer, put it inside where you want it." I took him the wet wonder he created and once again my body bowed back as I absorbed the quakes of pleasure. Shimmering through me, silken heat, velvet aches, never-ending pleasure. I rode, taking him, glorying in the desperate grip of his hands on my hips. The orgasm this time didn't build - it ignited like fire - in both of us. I felt him harden and thicken and tense at the same time and spasmed spending himself deep inside of me touching all parts within. As I sat on him, our breathing ragged, our eyes locked, his smile melts me. He takes my hand and together we remove the wax from my nipple and the tightening and sensitivity awakens again. As he softens inside me, Istart contracting again from the wax removal and gives him the aftershocks he's looking for. I collapse beside him and as he strokes my hair, I wonder at the pleasure he gives me - more than I've even known possible. Wax Once upon a time, a very handsome Master and his adoring pet were sleeping soundly in a large comfortable bed. Their bodies and souls were intertwined, as both tend to be in the midst of such a deep subconscious and vulnerable state. With him, to have such blissful sleep with her represented trust, and allowing her to be so close to him while in that vulnerable state. For her, the closeness and bliss allowed her to be protected, safe; her soul open, and the shelter of his embrace shields her from the world. Thus the cycle ensues... When they wake it is dark. Wisps of light filtered in from the outside through the open window and curtains; but all around them, a blanket of darkness fell. He touched her gently, stroked her warm skin and she roused slowly and stretched; arching her back and straightening her legs. He tastes her warm sleepy mouth before rising from the bed to draw her bath. He is rested and his mind is racing. He had planned their "nap" together. He wanted her trust and devotion for the evening he had planned for them. They were both very well rested and content; their minds cleared from the clutter of normal life. The world, for them at that moment, consisted of only each other. She was a bit surprised when he returned to the bed, took her hand and led her to the waiting tub. She climbed in and sank to her neck in the warm fragrant water. He left for a few minutes and then returned with a cup of hot tea for her. She smiled at him and brushed her lips over his knuckles as he caressed her cheek. He got into the tub with her and began to wash her. It was quite an indulgence; performing such luxurious attention to her. She was completely pampered and had never felt more relaxed. His hands glided over her warm skin, the rich froth of the soap was the perfect contrast to her tanned limbs and breasts. He loved being able to touch her so. His hands slid over her shoulders and he grinned as the flick of his thumbs through the lather caused her nipples to harden almost instantaneously. He continued to wash her, her arms torso and then legs and then rose to his knees. He motioned her to rise to her knees as well, and to turn around, so he could properly wash her back. She was on her knees as well, her hands braced on the edge of the tub. She had to lean forward a bit, and Master placed himself between her parted thighs. He squeezed the sponge and the lather flowed through his fingers and over her skin, and he watched the white foam glide elegantly down her spine and over her hips. His cock lurched when the gentle purr escaped her throat. He ached to drive himself deep inside her slick warm body; it took all that he had not to do just that. The reminder of what he had in store for the rest of the evening was the only deterrent. He lifted a cup and poured warm water over her, washing away the lather, then nudged her to tilt her head backward so he could wash her hair. His fingers became lost in her long tresses as he rubbed the shampoo through her hair and then rinsed it thoroughly. He watched her face in the mirror surrounding the tub. She had closed her eyes and he looked at the look of sheer bliss on her face and kept envisioning his own hand wrapped around her throat, capturing her pulse beneath his fingers. When he finished rinsing her hair, he pressed the crown of his cock against the crack of her ass. He wrapped her hair around his hand, and pulled back slightly, and tilted her head to the side, exposing the flank of her neck. He pressed his lips there, then bit and sucked on her wet heated flesh. He watched her nipples harden once again, in the mirror, and he felt the tremor of pleasure ripple through her. He felt her body pulse against his cock as well. With his other hand, he placed his fingers on either side of her swollen clit and squeezed. She whimpered slightly and it took his breath away. He stroked her gently and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to shave you now pet. You're going to be a good girl for your Master, aren't you?" Her eyes fluttered open and caught his in the mirror. They were dreamy and warm; helpless. "Uh huh" was all she could muster. She kept herself impeccably groomed in order to be prepared for and pleasing to her Master at all times, however, she had not been shaved bare before this. He turned her around and seated her on a towel at the edge of the tub. He filled his hand with a fair amount of cream and spread it smoothly over her labia. She was warm from the bath and her flesh was a glowing pink. He spread her legs wide and placed her feet on the sides of the tub. She knew better than to move, and although her expression was a little apprehensive, he was delighted that she made no hesitations or indications of denial. He lifted the razor and began to clear the cream from her swollen mound in long smooth strokes. He began outside and worked his way inward. She watched his face intently as he set about at his task. Her hair formed little ringlets around her face and shoulders and his mind was trying to distract him by picturing the little drops of water trickling down her body from the water in her hair. His concentration was very intense. It was difficult for him not to become terribly distracted; considering the intimate place he was working on. Her lips were slick from the bath and the cream, and also deep pink. He ached to press his tongue there, suckle her, make her whimper, coaxing her desire into intense need and for her to beg him for her release. She watched his hands, expertly shaving her tender flesh. She longed to touch him, caress him. She watched his cock pulse as well, when his fingers parted and held her flesh, and her own body responded with a deep throb as well. She knew he desired her immensely right then, and the feeling intoxicated her. He leaned forward when he finished, and placed his thumb against her throbbing bud and slid two fingers deep inside of her. She was wide eyed and looked startled. He leaned even further and captured her mouth beneath his. He slid his tongue deep into her mouth and she sucked deeply, struggling to taste him. He pulled away from her suddenly, leaving her mouth agape and confused as to why he pulled away. "There's no rush pet, I have more plans for you this evening..." he purred to her with a smile. He rose from the tub and turned on the faucet in order to rinse them both thoroughly and then stepped out, with his pet right behind him. He toweled her off quickly, then himself, then poured oil into his hand and rubbed it into her skin in long smooth strokes. He saved her tender labia for last. Her smoothness there sent tremors of anticipation trough him. She quivered when he touched her there. She was achingly vulnerable and innocent to him at that moment and he could not wait to have her. He led her to the bedroom, where he had a cloth draped over the bed. There were dozens of candles surrounding the bed and the room glowed with their warmth. He had four leather restraints with soft red lining lying in a small cluster at the center of the bed. Without having to instruct her, she climbed to the center of the bed and lifted a restraint to her nose. She breathed deeply of the leather scent. He grinned widely, as he knew what the scent did to her. Without losing his gaze, she applied each of the restraints to her limbs and then lay flat on her back in the center of the bed. He sat next to her and reached to the sides of the bed and attached the metal clasps to the large hooks on the cuffs. He loved it when his pet was so eager to please him and accept whatever he had in store for her. The oil on her skin made it glow in the candlelight. He leaned down to kiss her once again, this time tweaking her nipples sharply, each one in turn, and she yelped against his mouth, and it merely made him chuckle. "One last thing my eager pet..." he whispered gently as he produced a black silk scarf, which he lifted towards her head. He intended to blindfold her. She was a little nervous, hence the blindfold, regarding what he intended to do to her, but she trusted that he would not cause her harm, so she lifted her head a bit so that he could apply the scarf. He began to caress her once again, applying a bit more oil. He always did so by pouring the liquid first into his hand, then onto her body, so it could be warmed in his hands and also that he had control over the amount and areas where it was placed. He spread a fair amount over her breasts and belly, enjoying the feel of her freshly bathed skin. She writhed and squirmed under his touch as he murmured soft words and endearments to her. The first slap he administered to her breasts startled her to such an extent that she cried out. The sound went through him, like a cord being pulled from his belly through to the tip of his cock, which lurched. She did not protest, but after the next two slaps, he stopped and resumed caressing her. He knew her mind would brace her body for the onslaught to continue, so he stopped. He poured more oil onto his hand and let it trickle onto her freshly shaven labia. He knew the sensation was delightful, just as delightful as it was for him to do it to her. He watched as she strained to open her legs even wider, and struggled to lift her hips. When most had dripped from his hand, he rubbed the palm of his hand of her bare flesh and she quivered in response. He traced his middle finger along her slit, top to bottom, then on the way back up, probed deeper, between her lips, and pressed. She moaned like a whore, and his legs were trembling with the need his cock ached to claim her, but he had much more to do to her before he would indulge himself in that pleasure. The slaps he administered to that bare flesh startled her far more than the ones to her breasts did. She flinched so deeply she all but leapt from the bed. She likely would have, had she not been tethered so soundly. As with the previous slaps, he stopped after only a few, and pressed his palm once again to her mound, as though holding her still; holding her there. With his other hand, he slid two oiled fingers deep inside her pulsing cunt. This time she didn't moan, she growled. He pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly and stroked her clit with his thumb. She would have squirmed, but his hands held her fast. She was near sobbing as her clit pounded beneath his digits, and he moved so that his legs were nearer to her head. Silvery strands of pre-cum drizzled from his cock to the cloth near her shoulder and she turned her head. In his mind, she did because she could smell him...the male scent of his sex and he knew she wanted him...craved him. She opened her mouth and eagerly probed and reached for him to fill the empty cavern of her mouth, so he shifted once again to oblige her. He held his cock right out of reach for her, and she began to beg him... "Please Master...Please may I have your cock in my mouth? Please sir...Please...." She whimpered breathlessly, and he wanted to tear her wide open. "Yes pet... you may..." he replied in a soft deep voice. She knew that tone of voice and it set her blood on fire. He stopped touching her for a moment as he knelt near her head, slowly moving towards her mouth. She turned her head and struggled to capture him. He rubbed the sticky head over her lips and she licked them hungrily. "Open your mouth my hungry little whore..." he growled to her in a low smooth voice. He watched as her breath caught and a shiver of pleasure went through her. She turned her head and opened her mouth, tilting her backward as much as she could. He slid his engorged cock through her waiting lips and she sucked his shaft hard. She had a deep suction on his flesh. He watched his cock slide in and out of her mouth, as she couldn't move that way in her state of restraint. He thrust his hips gently, forward and back, in slow but perfect rhythm, and her hold was so snug, he was mesmerized by the taut skin of his shaft seemed to shift and snap back from the pulling of the suction. It was all he could do not to explode into that hot soft wanton mouth! From the way she was gyrating her hips and pulling at the leather bonds, he knew if he were to touch her, she would cum. "Don't cum until I tell you to pet..." he reminded her softly. He could see the light film of perspiration forming on her flesh and she began to tremble. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and shifted once again. She sobbed a mournful groan and lay still; panting. He lay next to her so that his face was near her head. "Is my pet hungry?" He teased in her ear. "Yes...please"...she cried. "Please what? What does my little slut want?" he taunted into her ear. "Please don't stop...don't stop"...she whispered as her lower lip quivered. He kissed her deeply, taking her breath away. He tasted himself on her mouth, and it only fueled his need further. He turned on the control to a small cylindrical vibrator and placed it in the valley between her breasts. She flinched, the sudden vibration unexpectedly, coupled with not being able to see what objects he had in his "arsenal" of toys. He let it lie there for a few moments while he traced her smooth labia with his fingers. He was murmuring endearments again, telling her how obedient, how much he wanted her, how delicious she tasted and felt, and then he slowly traced a trail down her torso with the vibrator, to the crest of her labia. It was like a warm ripe peach; its flesh full, ripe and fragrant. It made his mouth water to look at her. Her hips thrust upwards and she strained to spread her legs farther as the vibrating object neared her eager flesh. He bit her neck as he placed the egg on her clit. She cried out in a delightful wale of pleasure/pain. His breath caught as the tremors of pleasure, like a silken cord, pulled through his torso with her every sound. He knew she must want to cum very badly. He teased small circles around her engorged clit and she was shaking uncontrollably. He continued to talk gently to her as he stroked his fingers up and down her torso, paying close attention to not touch her intimate areas. This was what he was waiting for; her sense and nerve endings were extremely heightened. Her skin was very stimulated and responsive. He began to nip and rake his teeth over her shoulders and the flesh just below her earlobes. When he introduced the bristles of a paintbrush over the flesh which his fingers had just touched, she seemed to swerve and move beneath the strokes, like she was liquid. She continued to pant and sigh alternately, and she was till trembling. Her body seemed to strain towards every move he made, struggling for more and more attention. He pressed the bristles over her smooth oiled skin and his cock pulsed every time the little mewing whimpers left the depths of her throat. The initial stroke of heated wax that he painted onto her skin with the brush startled her a bit, as the sensation was a bit unfamiliar. Since she was still blindfolded, she paused, straining to determine what exactly he was doing to her. She turned her head towards his and he made little hush sounds against her quivering lip, as though to comfort a child. He knew her well enough that he had lowered her into his domain, and she was completely and utterly under his command and guidance, as though under a spell. She was vulnerable, docile, yet extremely stimulated. She grew silent and still for a moment, as though stunned. He had not done anything of this nature to her previously, so he took small doses to acclimate her. He wanted to see how she would react. She flinched when the heated liquid made contact with her skin. He had a small warmer near the bed, and the wax was quite warm. "How does it feel pet?" he asked her quietly. "Oh Master...its delicious....," she replied in a throaty whisper. A wide grin crossed his face, and he lifted a makeshift clamp that he had put together earlier in the day. He had secured rubber bands around two chopsticks that were in the drawer. He had lucked out; two sets. Since they were a bit pliable, they would hold her nipples securely and leave them there for a bit longer than clothespins or heavier clamps. He placed first one, then the other on her hardened peaks and them raked them in turn, with his teeth. Her response of sharp intake of breath, and trembling even harder set him on fire. He moved to straddle her, and began to "paint" her with wax, all over her torso, being careful not to get too near her "more sensitive" areas. He watched the wax go from glossy to opaque as it cooled on her skin. He became bolder and painted her breasts with wax, and she bent her head back, her body arching and writhing as a result of the heated wax and the sensation of the brush. He dipped the brush once again and traced down her torso, between her ribs and over her belly. As he painted lower and lower, her breathing became more and more shallow, and the little "pants" began again. Her flesh quivered beneath his touch but he noticed that she was not as docile as she had been. When he traced the brush over her inner thighs, near her mound, he expected her to perhaps pull her limbs inward, against the restraints, as an attempt to shield herself. He would have thought it would be a natural reaction. Instead, she seemed to open like a flower and strained to open herself wider! She was indeed his little whore... He looked down to see her cunt soaked, and her juices glistening in the candlelight. He placed his index and middle fingers on either side of her swollen clit and squeezed. She let out a deep growl and her legs twitched as her clit pounded deeply. He squeezed a little harder and pulled a bit. He could see her muscles tense, and it was all he could do not to tear her wide open and pound into her. Instead he dipped the brush once again. He painted her mound with a thick layer of wax and she began to whimper/sob, and her legs were twitching uncontrollably. All of the wax had become opaque and he set aside the brush and rubbed his fingers against her clit, driving her mad with need. "Oh god, Oh Please, Please... I want to cum...please let me cum Master Please..." she begged him, her words muffled, barely audible. He reached up and removed her blindfold. Her eyes glowed for him, ablaze with fire and blind need. She looked like a wild animal. She was HIS wild animal! He pinched his fingers roughly on her clit, and since it was such a tender area, she did flinch, but did not cry out in pain, but rather, groaned in pleasure. He began to pull the wax from her body, the soft smooth substance coming away in various sizes. Some were pieces, the other sheets, and he marveled at her deep pink skin beneath it, evidence of his work. He had marked her well. Her eyes watched him intently, and instead of softening, became more on fire. He contemplated once or twice if he should indeed remove her restraints... When he had the majority of the wax removed from her, he did free her, first her legs then her arms. He removed the makeshift clamps from her nipples and pinched and pulled them, tweaking them smartly. She squealed in response. He had prepared her, teased her, marked her, controlled her, and now he intended to take her; claim her, for she was His... He bent his head and licked, then sucked, then bit her nipples and her reaction was to grab the back of his head and pulled him closer. Her deep need for him was like to make him explode. He shoved her onto her back and slapped her pink swollen labia with short, hard strikes. She became more and more wanton, before his eyes. HARDER! She cried out after each, daring him, taunting him, even though the tone of her voice indicated the deep impact, yet her primal need had taken control of her. He bent lower and teased her freshly slapped labia in deep strokes with his tongue. She grasped the back of his head and lifted her hips in attempt to get more. He licked and bit at her flesh and she begged even harder for release. She reached down with her other hand and grasped her clit between her fingers as he had done. He took the opportunity to tease her captured bud and suckled it hard. He stopped only long enough to growl at her, "CUM!" Wax She wailed so loud he thought surely the neighbors would call the police. Over and over the spasms shook her, and he continued relentlessly until she couldn't gather enough breath in her lungs to make any more sound. As soon as he stopped, he straightened and grabbed her hips. He turned her onto her side and lifted her top leg. He was on his knees, and he shoved his hard cock into her with one deep thrust. She looked at him with lustful eyes and placed her hands above her head, against the headboard, as a means to push back. He paused for a moment, and felt her still pulsing cunt milk his cock. "Slap my ass!" she charged at him. He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head slightly as if to challenge her. He smacked her sharply, and felt her grip around his cock tighten. She grinned at him, an evil grin, and said, "Is that all you got?" He smacked her again, harder. He knew it hurt, because his hand was stinging, and a bright red welt was already forming. "I'm waiting..." she teased, the pain of it causing her to have to pause for a moment, close her eyes and try to take a breath. He smacked her again, and again and again; then smacked her three times on her tender labia for good measure. He had so much pent up aggression, and so much stimulation, he felt that he wanted to really hurt her, smack her so hard that she would cry. The thoughts clouded his judgment, but he couldn't control himself. "Again....please..." she teased, and he did. His cock was pounding so hard he thought he would pass out. "I'm yours Sir, please take me; fill me..." she whispered with tear filled eyes, reaching for him. He began to pound her. He thrust himself into her so hard it hurt. He watched her press her arms against the headboard so she wasn't able to move away and he drove himself into her deeper with each thrust. He was relentless; like a piston he pummeled into her over and over and soon his release came. He fucked her harder than he would have ever imagined, and continued until he was thoroughly emptied and exhausted. He collapsed into her waiting arms. She clung to him tightly and cried as he struggled to catch his breath. He stroked her warm smooth skin and held her against him tightly. He kissed her gently and she smiled at him. The warmth of her smile and the tenderness of her touch was reassurance that he had not harmed her, but pleased her as well as she had pleased him. He looked around them and at the "mess" they had made, and intended to take a shower with her, but it could wait. They had all night... Wax and Ice Walking up the stairs, apprehension in every step, knowing that whatever would lie ahead was out of my hands. Only You knew what would happen once I walked into the bedroom, and You never tell me, never warn me .. I put my trust in You, knowing that You will bring me pleasure whenever we walk this path together. I know the new candle will be played with today, W/we've only played with it a little before, and yesterday I asked that IF there was chance to play today... Had I been out of my mind to ask? I never ask for anything ...even though You tell me to, and ask me what I want often. I get undressed and prepare the room, You're downstairs for what seems like such a long time. You come in and undress in seconds ... my nerves not calmed at all as I see the bowl of ice You've brought with You. All I can think of is the red candle. I've got out a tall glass holder for it and it sits on the table at the side of the bed. Your arms around me reassure me ... the nerves and apprehension fall away as Your hands caress me and our mouths meet, I lay on the bed and I know that whatever You have planned will bring me pleasure that months ago I never thought I would ever feel. You light the candle and the smell of the burning reaches me along with the sound of gentle spluttering as it melts. Expecting the wax, and even the ice my mind goes into overdrive as You tell me to pass You the flogger .. I look into Your eyes and know over and above the words You are speaking to me that today I won't be surprised if I'll feel the crop and Your hand as well as the flogger before W/we are finished. The trickle of wax on my body focussing my mind on pain and pleasure ... heat turning to chill as You rub me with ice .. my stomach tingling and twisting as You trickle down my torso ... a taster of what is to come ...a torment!! You tell me to turn over .. my usual position .. head right down, arms outstretched .. not knowing what was to follow. My mind following the sound of the movements behind me and the spluttering candle. Feeling myself tense as I wait for ... whatever? Flogger and wax follow along with Your hand gently caressing the heated flesh with the ice cubes. My mind following, but not, as I flow with the pain and the pleasure Your hands give me ... right through my body .. bringing me the ecstasy only You ever have. Taking me beyond anything I have experienced until You. The wax cooling with the ice I feel the heat calming but still there where the marks of Your flogging remain. You turn me over, and I see in Your eyes Your pleasure. I try to calm my breathing as I hear the swish of the flogger as You move as I lay there, eyes now closed not wanting to know what will happen next ...flogger? Wax? The silence lengthens and then .... Thwack on my breast ...then the other .. and again .. and again until the my moans fill the room as You dribble the wax over my nipples ...the heat warming .. spreading before being taken away suddenly as you rub me with the ice .. my squirming body pulling away, yet not wanting to really. Wanting the touch of Your hand on my heated breasts, the touch of Your fingers on my tingling nipples and my mind knowing that You will decide where and when to torment me ...tease me ... bring me to the edge of orgasm and turn away ... hold me there until You are ready .. letting me beg for release at Your will. My eyes still closed I jump as You turn the ice to my pussy .. rubbing the cube all over .. the chill making my mind move from my nipples and my need and what will happen next. Still concentrating on the chill the heat of the wax trickling over my lips comes as a shock .. centring my thoughts, my eyes open and I look up for the first time to see You and the smile on Your face as You concentrate on my body. My heart misses a beat as I see the pleasure on Your face. The suddenness of ice shocks me again and Your fingers wreaking their havoc on my clit and inside me ...bringing me to climax time and time again as You use the wax and ice. My mind drifts ... concentrating on You and Your hands until I hear You move away and blow the candle out. Your hands start to move over me .. peeling away the chilled wax .. Your mouth tormenting the fragile, tingling skin .. keeping me on the edge ... as You pick up the flogger again and I close my eyes .... The flogger ... my pussy ... the cold wax ... pain ... pleasure ... Your hands. All flowing through my mind into one .. please Sir .. more Sir ... Your hands turn me over .. the wax still on my backside .. cracked, some broken off, but not all gone. You seem fairly pleased .. or so You say, as You peel it off. The next thing ... Crack! as the crop connects with my backside, again and again ... concentrate ... pain ... again and again. Feeling the welts rise .. the heat spread ... pleasure spreading through my stomach after the pain recedes. Your fingers take me on a journey of ecstasy again ... and before I have time to gather my thoughts Your hand lands on my backside .. spanking me as always with Your firm strokes ... one after the other ... side after side ... deliberate ... steady ... pounding ... only stopping when You know I can take no more and my body craves release which You give me. Thank You Sir You take me in Your arms as we lay side by side .. bodies entwined .. You stroke the hair from my face. Your eyes say it all as W/we share a look .. the love .. the passion .. the enjoyment ... the pleasure ... I am His toy, always and forever. Wax & Water She put her thumbnail behind his ear and began to press hard in the fold where it joined his skin, pinching and pulling as her nail dug in and scratched. It was a hidden spot, one of her favourites, where she could slash and scratch and nobody would be the wiser. "Come on," she barked, at his distressed, sleepy face. "Hurry up!" Leading him off the bed, she yanked in the direction of the closet, with him stumbling after, his long limbs never meant for a journey on all fours. She made him kneel and open his mouth, wrenched the closet open and grabbed the large cardboard box, with the marker scrawl 'Toys'. "I don't want the neighbours to hear." His eyes glistened, his brow tensed and though his mouth gaped she saw his lips twitch The ball gag was red rubber, with nylon straps and a sliding latch, and she popped the gag into his open mouth and brought the straps around his head, brushing her fingers through his silky short hair. It was already adjusted to fit tight, the plastic buckle clicking into place. A hand on the back of his head told him to lie face down, and he didn't need her to tell him to put his hands behind his back. Rope, doubled over and then looped around and around and tied, held his wrists together snuggly. She tried her handiwork, gave a little noise of satisfaction and stepped off him. "Up, get up, come on. Into the bathroom. Lie down on the tiles, right there." Cold white ceramic pressed against his back, his legs stretched out and his shoulders held so he wouldn't crush the circulation from his arms. He could see the cast flowers in the bright ceiling light, the edge of the shower curtain with its bold geometric shapes and then her face looming over him, her jaw tensed so her mouth was a line. She breathed in, letting that feeling of preparedness rush into her body as the match flared in her hand and lit the three taper candles she'd set up on the back of the toilet tank. It was like this way before she prepared to jump into water or to wrench off a bandage from her skin, steeling herself for something that scared her. Sadism. She switched off the overhead light and squatted on his chest. He was naked, as he had been when he was sleeping, except for the locked collar, and she was dressed in comfortable weekend wear, her painting jeans and the bright university sweatshirt, rolled up to her elbows. This was the hard part, starting to hurt. It was her little secret, she often barrelled into hurting someone as intense as possible so she wouldn't lose her nerve. Slap. She held his head up with her other hand, preventing it from snapping to the side with the force of the blow. Slap again. Spit, saliva on his face, just over the left side of his mouth where the strap of the gag pulled into his lip. Her nails found his nipples, pinching and probing. He screamed into the gag and she looked into his eyes. The nervousness, a sort of stage fright, was replaced by a warm thrill. Slap again, palm on cheek, cradling the hard line of jaw and feeling the valley his teeth made between the bones as she held her hand against his skin. She took the candle from the holder, looking at all the wax that had melted, and held it over the back of her hand to judge the distance. Hot, but not too hot. She tited the candle at what she guessed was about right and let it drip. It didn't make any noise when it fell on his skin, but he bucked and snorted, telling her that she'd got it just right. She sighed and shifted her hips, sensing the warmth and wetness of her own melting, not unlike the liquefaction of the wax under the flame. Soon he was peppered with little circular splatters of wax, white circles on his chest and stomach. The other two candles gave enough light she could watch the muscles under his skin shift a little. She replaced the candle back in the glass holder, nudging him with her foot and then kicking. Seeing him like this, the desire to pick him up and comfort him was a craving for a release she denied herself. Instead she took off the gag. When she ordered him into the bathtub, he knew she was going to get the large plastic bucket even before he was kneeling down. She filled it at the sink, water made more cold by its trip through icy pipes outside. She could feel the chill radiating off the tap, pain she'd fetishized even as a little girl. Bucket full, she put the stopper into the drain and upended the whole thing over his head. His shoulders braced against the chill, hunching up as the water splashed down over his naked body and bounced to strike her pants. Three more buckets followed the first one, her thighs pressing together as temptation to stop and take her release filled her, but she scolded herself, aware that he was suffering for her, a limited rare moment she'd be foolish to squander. She blew out the candles, leaving the small bathroom dark, and walked out, closing the door tight behind her. Jeans unbuttoned, she slid them off to get the wet spots away from her skin and hop-skipped into the bed, that he'd been sleeping in before she'd attacked him. Where ever the water had touched her it tickled and tingled, and she took the big fluffy comforter and wrapped it as high as her chest. She could hear shivering and it aroused a part of her that wasn't strictly sexual, making the world brighter and every breath of air feel better. On the other side of the door a beautiful (she had to use that word) man was kneeling and enduring and it was her job to feign indifference and read a book, because she couldn't think of anything worse to do to him. "God." She let her lips shape the invocation to a deity she never believed in. "Oh god." She could still hear him, after she'd discerned that enough time had passed, which to him she hoped felt like it had slipped into timelessness. She opened the thin door that separated them and flipped on the light. He didn't look up until she took him into her arms and got him upright, wrapping him in big, dry towels; fumbling the ropes off his wrists and massaging his hands; and keeping him steady so he wouldn't stumble, all the way into her bed and under the blanket into the warm spot she'd just been occupying. He was her toy, her plaything, dragged out and beaten down, hers to break and now hers to patch up. She kissed his forehead and smoothed his hair, taking off her own clothes and pressing skin to skin. Wax on, Wax off Shortly after my separation from my wife, I moved into an apartment on Chicago's south side. It was on the second floor and faced a remote vacant lot area. The area was surrounded by trees, making it an ideal place for people to hang out, or on this occasion a guy to wax his car. I rarely pulled my drapes across the expanse of window, because you could not see into my living room, from the ground floor that is unless someone stood in the window. That brings me to my girlfriend, Dale. She often came over in the evening and brought a bottle of wine and some snack items. Dale was in her twenties and pretty daring in the sex department. She had the most beautiful long black hair, the face of a model, great breasts (that no man could complain about), but she had the most fantastic ass, complemented by killer legs and thighs that ever graced a woman (at least that I had ever experienced). Four great attributes all in one, I was in heaven, finding a woman like this, so shortly after leaving my wife, who by the way lacked in being the least adventurous. On this particular evening, Dale was in a playful mood, teasing me by rubbing he ass up against me and unsnapping a snap here and there on the side of her denim mini. She would bring about a spontaneous erection and move away, leaving me standing there like an idiot. At one point, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang open, exposing her perky tits. When I reached out, she eluded me, by running around the living room past the window. At one point, Dale had her back to the window, she turned toward the open drapes, and so I couldn't get my open hands on her tits. She laughed and spun back around, telling me that there was a guy waxing his car, in the vacant lot. He had evidently looked right up at her. Jokingly, I asked if he saw her perky boobs and she smiled and said, "probably!" I said that he probably got his thrill for the day. Dale and I eased back to the window and the guy was bending over waxing the front quarter panel of his car. I told Dale that he probably hadn't seen anything. As Dale stood in the window, she intentionally let her blouse hang open, just enough to be noticeable. I moved back to the side of the drape. A certain thrill and excitement went through my body, ending in my loins. Imagine, some other man goggling my gorgeous girlfriend and lusting after her, even if it was from a distance away. This time, sure enough, the guy looked up from his wax job and there could be no mistake, he was taking the view all in. Occasionally, he would take a swipe with the rag, I guess to not appear too obvious in his voyeurism. Dale moved away from the window with a look on her face that I had never seen before. It was as if she had gotten away with a major crime. Before, I could say anything, even to let her know of my approval and exhilaration, Dale had taken her top off and leaned into the window, in full view of the guy in the lot. The guy stood there, motionless, I could see from my vantage point, with his mouth open. I actually think I could see his erection from the second floor. Dale was more excited than I had ever seen before. I don't think she even realized that she had been rubbing her pussy, under the mini, as she watched the guy's reactions. Then to my shock and utter amazement, Dale, said that she wanted to invite this stranger up and tease him "up close and personal". I advised her of the danger of such a plan. We finally agreed that we could let her have her fun with the night chain in place on the front hallway door. So Dale returned to the window, opened the swingout, and with her boobs hanging over the window ledge, invited the guy up, giving him my apartment number. I hid behind the front door and Dale opened it with the night chain in place, as promised. It allowed about four inches of access to whatever would happen. The guy introduced himself as Mark, through the slit in the doorway, stating he was married, but could not pass up an opportunity like this one. Dale had buttoned her blouse, while we awaited Mark's arrival, but was soon unbuttoning it, once again so seductively as they talked through the opening. I also noticed that Dale had managed to turn the mini so that the snaps faced the door and the horny Mark. After, only minutes of idle conversation, Mark was massaging her pussy under the unsnapped mini and in turn, Dale was stroking his dick. For a guy of his slight stature, he had a massive member. Pretty soon, they were trying to get Mark's dick into Dale's pussy, through this small door opening. The result was the two slamming up against either side of the door, making a banging sound in the hallway causing echoes that I thought would surely bring out the neighbors. Dale asked Mark to excuse her for a second. She closed the door and looking straight into my eyes whispered that she wanted to fuck him, right then. She suggested that I could watch from the bedroom that adjoined the living room in my small abode. Before, I could get situated in a good vantage point, Dale, flung open the door. With the other hand she ripped the mini off and there she stood, completely naked. Mark came into the room, giant dick in hand and in seconds, with no conversation, that dick was in her pussy. They were so engrossed with each other that I snuck into the room and managed to turn on a night-light and get back to my position by the bedroom door. They fucked on my leather couch, which probably became uncomfortable after a bit, with the sweat that poured off either. When his dick popped out, she would guide it greedily back in and they resumed fucking like two animals. This was not the Dale, I knew! They moved to the floor and afterward stood up and moved to the wall. It was here, that Dale backed that fantastic ass into his awaiting dick. I believe she intentionally positioned herself so that I could take advantage of a clear view. He pounded her ass for what seemed like forever, as I realized that I had practically rubbed my own dick raw, watching the whole affair. They finally ended and they stood in the doorway and kissed for what seemed like another eternity. When Mark finally left, Dale had a smile carved into her face. Without saying a word, she slipped my sore and overworked cock into her ass. Only this time, it slipped in with no resistance like never before. We duplicated the wall position, only I did not have the duration of our boy Mark. Unfortunately, we never did anything a fraction as adventuresome in our relationship, but what I wouldn't have given to own a camcorder back then. Wax On, Wax Off My marriage was dying...slowly. Suffocating on silence. Nothing I did made any difference, but still I was determined to make it work. Why I was so determined is still a mystery to me. I knew walking down the aisle that I was making a mistake, but I felt I had to go through with it. And so it went. Through some tough stuff, I kept on, for some reason. I guess mainly because I didn't want to look like a failure. Or cause disappointment. More likely that. Anyway. Here we were several years later. Some happiness, some tragedies, some joy, some tears. But through it all we were definitely not well matched. Especially in the bedroom. I craved kinky, wild sex in all kinds of places. When he wanted to have sex at all, he wanted it in exactly the same way, with all the steps in order, every time. Without fail. I decided that his birthday would be the perfect opportunity to spice things up. I made a waxing appointment, and this time asked the gal to take everything off, full Brazilian. I thought he might like the feel of my nakedness, that it might get him excited for sex. I thought it was worth a shot. She looked at me questioningly as she was getting things ready. She told me to get up on the table, but she didn't hand me the regular paper panties I was usually given to wear. So there I was, laying completely naked and feeling very exposed, waiting for her to begin. She spread my legs and started in. First, she applied the hot wax on the inside of my thigh and pressed down on it with the cotton strip. Then she ripped out the hair and quickly pressed down on my delicate skin, I imagined she did it to keep the streams of blood from making a big mess. Shit it hurt! She then got out her tweezers and plucked the area, one hair at a time, torturing me even more. She must have sensed how painful I was finding this because next she drizzled hot oil on my skin, which felt oddly good. Then she rubbed and wiped the oil away, brushing my pussy with each stroke. Oh shit! I found myself a bit aroused by this last part, I must say. I glanced nervously around, hoping she couldn't read my thoughts. She appeared not to have noticed. She continued with another application on the other side, then plucking, drizzling of the warm oil, and the soft wiping. I was completely aroused by this time, my arms crossed over myself, pressing my nipples as hard as I could. Fuck! I kept thinking, I should not be finding this arousing. What the fuck is wrong with me?! This is painful! And she is just doing her job, for fuck's sake. But I could not reign it in. She told me she needed to leave for a minute and when she came back, she had another woman with her. She said she needed help getting my hair because it was light and fine, hard to see to get all of it. I nodded only half understanding what she was saying, my mind spinning. Then to my horror, each of them took one of my legs and held it with their arm, spreading me wide, giving them access to every hair on my pussy. Oh shit! I was losing it altogether. Now both of them in tandem were applying hot wax, pressing the cotton onto my pussy, ripping the hair away, plucking individual hairs, drizzling warm oil, wiping with the soft cloth. Over and over. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure. I was having trouble breathing. I couldn't help myself from pressing my nipples. I tried over and over to talk myself out of feeling any arousal whatsoever from the experience, but it was completely out of my control. And I think they knew just what they were doing to me. At one point they were both just wiping me, over and over. I couldn't figure out if they'd done the other steps or not, I was so focused on not cumming. They continued with drizzling and the wiping and the next thing I knew, I was cumming. Oh shit. I just lay there, as my pussy clenched, feigning ignorance. Graciously, they did the same. I breathed deep, glad that the entire hot, sexy experience was finished and I could now get dressed and run away. But they did not stop. They continued to pluck and drizzle and wipe. Painfully pluck, drizzle the oil, and wipe. Wipe and wipe. And they must have known exactly what they were doing because as my pussy was contracting into my second orgasm, one of them just held her hand on me and pressed into my clit and lips, extending my orgasm and holding there until each wave of pleasure and each muscle contraction passed. Holy fuck it was so hot. I almost breathed thank you, but I was biting my lips shut so as not to make a single sound. They each smiled tiny knowing smiles at me as they prepared to leave. Holy fuck! My mind exploded after they left. I got up from the table amazed at what had just happened. I wiped the dripping cum from myself, feeling my swollen, smooth, warm, freshly bare skin. I pulled on my clothes and left a large cash tip on the table. What else do you do in such a situation? No etiquette guides on this scenario either, I'm afraid. I walked out to the register, aware of every person in the salon. I just knew that every one of them intuited exactly what had happened on the other side of the flimsy wall that separated the mani-pedi area from the waxing room. I paid without looking anyone in the eye and hurried out. I stopped to buy some new lingerie on my way home, completely loving how my bare pussy felt against my panties. I felt so conspicuous, like everyone I had the courage to look at knew what had just happened, and could sense the cum still dripping out of me. I hurriedly picked out some things and headed home to tell my husband, sure that he would find this hot. Sadly, when I got home he was asleep. I didn't wake him, I just played with myself remembering every painful pluck and every warm drizzle until I came hard and drifted off myself. Wax On, Whacks Off To my many dear readers; I wrote this over a year ago, and re-found it today. I've written many of these scenes before in other stories, but what can I say it is my recurring fantasy. All I can say is, it made me hard, maybe it will to you too. Jay .................................................. If you've read any of my stories, you know by now that my relationship with my wife, though we do love each other-is no longer sexual. In a word, we are celibate. That happens eventually in marriage, but it doesn't stop me from my fantasies. The following is a blend of truth, and fiction. We had decided to celebrate our upcoming anniversary not long ago, for which I suggested a cruise. First we would visit Paris, and then fly to Barcelona to meet up with Royal Caribbean's Liberty of the Seas. By this time in our marriage we had not been sexually active in nearly a decade. Overweight, frustration with her lack of caring drove me to just quit one day. I just gave up. I jerked off as I need to sure, but I vowed I would never pursue sex with her any longer. Years rolled over each other like you see in the movies and we both accepted this as our fate. A word about me, I'm average in every way- five foot nine, she is five foot. I won't say I'm swinging some serious meat, I'm not what maybe 6 ½" or something. When we were young I'd fuck her silly, lick and suck her vagina until she begged me to fuck her. Sometimes she would lick and suck my nipples while stroking my asshole; my fingers would be knuckle deep in her cunt. In our entire marriage she licked and sucked my cock for a while, only twice. We began our vacation at a B&B in the 8th Arondismant' of Paris in October 2009. I have to admit, she looked great. I looked pretty good too, for a guy my age. We strolled the Champs Elise' and had dinner there with lots of good French wine. We kissed and held each other as we often do ( remember we do love each other.) Later we caught a taxi to our B&B which was very much to our liking. It featured a large bathroom with a tub, and a shower stall. Somehow, we ended up heading for a shower before bed. At home we have separate bathrooms and rarely are naked together any more. I stood at the sink with a towel around my waist brushing my teeth, as she sank into a tub of steaming water. I glanced in the mirror as she did so, her breasts swayed as I remembered. As we were conversing about the following day's activities I removed my towel and stepped to the shower, my penis waved as I stepped. I was aware that she glanced at my penis as I tested the water temp-then stepped in. We couldn't continue talking over the sound of the shower. I lathered and washed and noticed in the reflection of the glass, that she was steeling glances at my naked backside. As I lathered my hair I turned halfway in her direction so she could see the profile of my now slightly pudgy penis swaying back and forth as I lathered my head. Thinking my eyes were shut because of the lather she gazed at my penis-but I kept my right eye, the eye not facing her- open and observed her fascination with me in the glass shower wall reflection. That moment lasted a second or two, but even then I found it revealing. A few minutes later I was out and toweling off briskly- my hair, my penis and my balls in full view, not four feet from her. I felt myself chubbing up again, so I turned to the mirror, wrapped the towel around me again and brushed my hair as we picked up the conversation. I should say here, that normally we sleep in a king size bed at home. The B&B however was a twin bed- about half the size. I put on underpants, but no shirt-something I don't do much anymore but the room was not air conditioned and so it made sense. She came to bed soon thereafter in a nightgown, snuggled close to me and we talked more about the following day until I drifted off to sleep. The way I remember what happened next was this. I woke slightly but not completely a while later feeling my darling's manicured finger tracing the head of my penis over my undershorts. She then traced the shaft of my penis up and down and back to the head again. I stirred slightly, but didn't fully wake. After a few more moments I felt her stroking the waistband of my underpants and slipping her finger under the waistband to stroke the naked head of my dick which was now responding. I moaned slightly in approval as she rolled my underpants down slowly allowing my penis to spring up. In a minute she had my underpants down below my balls, but still above my knees as she began to feel and stroke the length of my penis occasionally cupping my balls. My cock was throbbing as I wondered where this might lead. "Unghh...oh god..." I uttered. "Shhhh...just let me." She whispered. "I've wanted to do this for a long time." "I might squirt hot cum." I said. "I hope so." She said. Her fingernails scrapped the shaft of my cock, then the head. A drop of pre-cum formed and she rubbed the slick fluid around the rim of my cockhead. A moment later she held my cock upright at the base and began to stroke slowly as she licked my nipple, then nibbled with her teeth. My cock pulsed as I groaned, feeling her lick and suck my hard nipples. Then she kissed my navel and wiggled her tongue in it. Finally I felt her tongue licking the head of my penis. She licked it with long broad tongue strokes as she stroked the shaft of my cock. "Play with your nipples," she said to me as she continued licking. I brought my fingers to my nipples and flicked them, feeling the pleasure into the tip of my cock. "Is that how you have been touching your nipples when you jerk off?" She asked as she continued licking and pumping. "Yes...yes, I do...I make them hard and I flick them like this..." "Don't stop," she said as she slipped the head of my penis in her mouth "show me how you tease them." Her hot wet velvet mouth was too much for me. She sucked wildly pumping my cock and putting most of my shaft deep into her mouth. I showed her how I pulled and pinched my nipples into throbbing hardness. By now I had kicked off the underpants and my legs were splayed wide. My hips jerked, fucking her mouth as I pulled on my nipples and felt that I was at the point of no return. She pulled her mouth away just as a jet of hot cum squirted into the air and landed on my chest, then several more squirts as she continued to pump me. My cock was jerking as she stroked me and smiled, and giggled with delight. She crawled up and licked my nipples, then kissed my mouth as I was gasping for air. A moment later she did what I used to beg her to do, she pulled off her nightie and straddled my face-then settled her open cunt over my mouth. "I'm so horny now; suck me baby, make me cum." I pulled her down to me and engulfed her vagina with my mouth. I licked and stabbed my tongue into her- I sucked and chewed her open cunt. "Now pull on your nipples as I suck you," I commanded. She cupped her breasts then pulled on the nipples making them long and hard. "Ahhh god... ahhhh..." she moaned as I slaved her open cunt. I was wild; I wanted to make her cum in my face and regret the years that had passed. Her cunt was slick with her juice and only then did I notice she'd been waxed everywhere of hair. I knew she said she was going for a bathing suit wax but apparently she had planned this for some time. Her vagina was slick and hairless all the way back to her asshole. I broadened my tongue strokes and lifted her higher as she furiously humped and fucked my mouth. She took over as I stiffened my tongue and made it like a cock she could fuck. More groaning as I felt her stiffen and scream. She squatted on my face as a hot creamy cum coated my face. She collapsed on me speechless and passed out. Now though I felt a hunger I hadn't known before as she lay panting I rolled over on her stomach, positioning her knees so her ass was high in the air, she weakly accommodated me thinking I was going to fuck her from behind. My cock was hard again and throbbing from the lust I felt at the face fucking, but now I wanted something that neithershe, nor I would ever say or ask for. I lay down on my stomach facing her upturned ass and open wet cunt and I began to lick the globes of her ass cheeks with my broad tongue. Her cunt was open, her ass spread and her waxed pink asshole was pulsing. I licked closer as I drew her to my face she began to moan as I licked and pushed my face to her ass. My tongue laved over her open cunt and up to her hole and back I laved and licked and sucked her. Her hips responded by pushing back, humping into my face. With that encouragement I licked up to her asshole and laved it with my whole tongue I licked and probed it to her moans of "Oh no...you're licking my asshole... oh my god... oh no oh no...oh yes oh yes..." I slipped my tongue inside as her hole opened and I fucked her asshole with my stiff tongue. She pushed deeper into my face as I tongue fucked her. I was wild with lust and I heard her encouraging me "Yess... lick my bare asshole, lick my waxed hole." I realized then that it was no accident, she wanted this, she hoped for this- she planned it. I stiffened my tongue even more and fucked her asshole with it, seeking it's molten heat as she pushed back into my face. "Is this what you wanted?" I said lustfully," is this what you hoped I'd do...is that why you waxed your hole? Tell me your dirty thoughts and it better be the truth. If I think it's not-I'll stop what I'm doing." "Yes, yes I did I wanted it... I was so afraid to say it, I read about it in a sex story online and I knew immediately that I wanted my asshole licked...Oh my god it feels so good to have you eat my ass...please eat me more." "Do you love it?" I gasped as I licked "Do you love my mouth on your slick puckered asshole?" "I love it. I love your mouth on my asshole...I want you to fuck my asshole with your tongue and with your cock." I licked her asshole like a starved dog, licking her hole with broad strokes. I went back to her open cunt and put my face into her freshly scrubbed asshole, licking and sucking her wildly. "Fuck me, fuck me deeply... oh baby fuck me with your hard cock." I didn't have ¬¬¬¬to be asked twice. I kneeled behind her and buried my cock to the hilt. Immediately I felt like I wouldn't last. It had been so long, so many years. I grunted as I fucked her hot cunt and then I heard the words I thought I'd never hear in my life. "Oh baby cum on my face...cum on my face now!" I pulled out of her as she spun around-- she grabbed my cock and began to jerk me as she positioned herself below my cock. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth "cum on me, squirt your hot juice on my face baby." And just then, I did- I began to jerk and squirt hot thick ropes of cum. It landed on her cheek and her nose and her mouth. A second volley came and I squirted again, coating her face. I leaned back as my cock squirted and jerked a final time. Her face was slimed with my hot cum I leaned forward and kissed her- our mouths and tongues fought as we licked and shared my own hot cum with deep sucking kisses. My cock though was still hard, though softening. I felt this would be the time-I rolled her over again and pressed my cock head into her still throbbing asshole. I knew I couldn't do much and also that a softening cock could not hurt her, but I pressed the spongy head into her ass. She moaned again, "Oh yesss...put it in my ass...my ass that you loved and licked and sucked so good baby...push it into me. I've been so bad, so selfish...I want to love you now...and make up for a lot of time." "Shhhh...I said. Let me feel the tip of my cock in your ass...it's softening now, but later...It is mine. I am going to lick and fuck your asshole...and you are going to ask me to do it aren't you?" "Oh god yess, I wish it was hard now, but I can wait. Lick my asshole while we wait baby. Lick my ass again." "I can't believe this... that you're being this way with me, in ways I've dreamed about but never thought would come true. I even tasted my own cum with you...we both ate my cum." I said with my heart beating wildy. "And there'll be more cum eating baby, I'm going to suck your cock like you've always wanted. I read your stories, the ones you published online. That's why I went for the Brazil wax job and why I made sure I fucked your face. But it was for me too, I wanted to fuck your face but I couldn't ask until I read your stories and saw that you wanted a face fuck and to lick my asshole too." "So you planned this, to be like this with me?" "Yes, and it has been everything I ever wanted. I got waxed last Monday-I nearly came when the beautiful girl pressed the wax around my asshole. All I could think of was what you would say when you saw it. I almost didn't do it until I saw your beautiful cock in the shower. That's when I decided to suck and fuck you tonight." I took her in my arms, I held her breasts and licked and sucked her nipples as she took my limp penis in her hand. "I liked how it felt in my ass, even though it was soft." She said as I sucked. Mmmmm that feels so good, I'm getting wet. "Say cunt." I said. "Say cunt" "My cunt is getting wet...Oh god I can't believe I said that word...my cunt." We kissed again as she held my penis. "You'll have plenty of time to practice." I whispered as I drifted off to sleep. I woke at 4am, needing to urinate. She was sleeping deeply, naked, next to me. I got up and peed, and washed myself with a hot washcloth before coming back to bed. She was on her stomach, her legs splayed, bare vagina in full view. My cock thickened. I shut the bathroom light and slid next to her. Then, I leaned over and kissed the globes of her ass-first one, then the other. As I planted kisses she stirred and opened her legs slightly. After a few minutes of nuzzling my mouth into her ass, she began to push back into my face. Another minute later and she drew her knees up and widened her legs, thereby opening her ass and raising herself up and open. I went in again as I had earlier, licking her vagina opening from the rear, and licking up to her asshole. I licked in long broad strokes until she began to quiver. Her vagina opened and seemed to suck my face into it. She pushed her ass back onto my tongue each time I came near. Her hole was loosening, opening to my licking. I kneeled up to her ass and rubbed the head of my hardened cock on her ass opening. My pre-cum slathered over her hole. She began humping back, wanting to feel my cockhead enter her ass. "Oh please put it in me, please fuck my asshole." I pressed gently and my cock passed into her ass. She pushed back into me and impaled herself on my cock as she moaned loudly. In a few moments, I began to ejaculate hot thick cum into her ass. I just couldn't hold out. I groaned as I did and she uttered words I never could imagine. "Suck the cum out of my asshole, suck it out and share it with me." I pulled my cock out slowly and though panting heavily from my orgasm, I slid back down to her ass. My white cum was dribbling out and when she raised her ass a whole flood of cum began to drip. I put my tongue out to catch it and licked her hole. Cum oozed out and when I had a tongue full I slid up next to her and offered her my mouth. She attacked my mouth licking and sucking my kiss, eating the cum from her asshole into her mouth. "Eat my cum baby, let's eat it together," I said breathlessly. "Next I want to eat cum from the source" she said lustfully. "I promise to provide many mouthfuls, as long as you feed your pussy to me every day now. There can be no going back. I intend to lick and suck you and tongue your ass every day, so get used to it." "You're going to get many face fuckings from now on, baby. I've never loved you as much as I do now." I grinned a wide faced smile as I drifted off to sleep. (Wax) Play With Me Hi, I'm Ree. And I'm a wax slut. No, this isn't some kink version of an "Anonymous" meeting, but I thought I should just put it out there. Some of my play partners are put off by the fact that I love wax. Some of my play partners are just plain freaked out by how much I love wax. But then there are the play partners that enjoy covering me in wax as much as I enjoy being covered in it. A lot of people-generally people who haven't tried it-have this idea that wax play is about pain, but it's not. I'm not into pain. Wax, when it's done right, is comforting and relaxing. It's sensual. And it can be a complete and total turn on. So, when Josh invited me over for some wax play time, I couldn't say no. It had been a rough week, and so when Friday evening rolled around, I was in a fairly shitty mood. But because it was so rare for Josh to be around, I wasn't going to give up this opportunity. Pasting a smile on my face, I rang his doorbell. Upon seeing his warm smile and open arms, I wanted to curl up in his embrace for a long while and just forget about the week I'd had. But I wasn't going to deprive him of his fun time, so I kept the façade up, giving him a big hug while maintaining the smile. Or so I thought. Josh pulled back from me and used his fingers to life my chin so that I'd look him in the eye. "You're upset." I shrugged and tried to look away. "It was just a bad week." "Want to talk about it?" I thought for a minute. Did I want to talk about it? I shook my head and replied, "Not really. I'd rather have your help in forgetting about it." His fingers still under my chin, he pulled me toward him for a soft and fairly chaste kiss, yet it still produced chills for me. "I can do that," he replied before turning, taking my hand, and leading me to the bedroom. He was all set up for our play. His bed was covered in an old sheet with a tarp under it. Off to the side, there was a crockpot of melted spa paraffin wax with a brush laying on the table before it. On another table nearby where half a dozen paraffin low-temp candles burned in their very cool glass pitcher containers. Also nearby there were tools and implements for safety and I noticed he even thought to keep a couple of bottles of water on hand. As usual, Josh had thought of everything. I turned to him, my smile genuine this time. "You really do think of everything." Josh grinned in response. Running a hand lightly down my back, he answered, "Of course. I'll give you a few minutes to get comfortable." I nodded and pulled out my hair tie from my pocket. (I'd made the mistake of not tying up my hair once, and trying to get the wax out of it without losing clumps of my hair was not an experience I wanted to repeat.) After pulling my hair up and out of the way and using his bathroom facilities, I undressed completely and laid face-down on the sheet. I could feel the tarp crinkling beneath me, but the softness of the old sheet added to my comfort. I was already relaxing, slipping into the world of bottoming for wax. As promised, he returned a few minutes later, and I felt him lightly trace his fingers up my calf to the back of my thigh over my cheek and up my back. "Are you comfortable, Ree?" "Mmm-hmmm." I smiled into the sheet as I felt his moving to be next to me, his skin warm against my side. And then I felt the first brush of hot wax over my back as he painted it on me. That first touch was usually a slight shock to my system: the introduction of sudden heat that quickly just became a soothing warmth. With every added brush of more wax to my back and shoulders, my bad week fell away from me and all I was focused on was the current moment. My tight muscles relaxed and my endorphins started to kick in. As more wax made its way onto my skin, the feel of it trickling down my sides started giving me chills and gooseflesh. His brush dipped lower, starting to paint my ass with wax and I started to feel the hot wax start to drip down my thighs and down between my legs. I moaned a little, enjoying the heat as the occasional wax rivulet made their way down my pussy lips. Josh knew what I enjoyed and after painting my ass, he moved to my thighs. The backs of my thighs were always notoriously tight and sore, and the heat from the wax was welcome relief. He used copious amounts so the wax ran down the sides of my legs, between my legs, and pooling where it fell. When he reached the backs of my knees, Josh laid the brush aside, and traced his fingers over the top of the hardening and cooling wax of my back and butt. With his other hand, he stroked my hair, careful not to get it tangled up in the wax. Keeping a hand resting on my head, he began the slow and sensuous process of peeling the wax off of my back. Because of the type of wax he was using, it could be peeled off in large pieces, leaving my skin feeling like it was being freed from some wonderful cocoon. I love the feeling of the wax going on, but I also loved the feeling of the wax coming off. The skin under the wax was extra sensitive, and knowing this, Josh trailed his lips over areas of skin that had been freshly exposed. By the time the wax was mostly removed, I was fully relaxed ...and fully turned on. He pressed a kiss to my temple and stroked my hair. "Ready to turn over?" Rather than answer, I carefully rolled over onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. Josh was doing something off to the side, but I soon felt him near and looked over as he took my hands and brought them above my head, tying them together and hooking them to the under-the-bed-restraint system he had under his mattress. I grinned and raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, it's going to be like that?" He grinned back and gave me a quick kiss before moving down to the foot of the bed. I felt the ankle cuff wrap around my ankle before it was lowered back down to the bed, a towel rolled under my knee to give it support. He repeated the same step with the other leg, leaving me bound and spread eagle on his bed, completely open to him. I watched Josh as he moved back to the table with the candles, but he seemed to change his mind and moved back to me as he grabbed something. It turned out that something was a silky blindfold that made my breath catch as he tied it around my head blocking out the darkened room from my sight. "You ok?" Josh asked, his mouth close to my ear. I nodded, felt him kiss the side of my neck, and heard him move away again for a moment. And in the next instant, I felt the heat of the wax pouring down on my belly. It was hotter coming directly from the candle and I felt the splash from where the wax bounced as it landed. He poured the wax over my belly in what felt like a spiral or circles, widening the motions so that he covered more area, but not quite reaching my breasts or pussy. I heard him replace that candle to the table and soon felt the heat of a different candle dripping down. I caught my breath as I felt the wax pour over my breasts and nipples. Josh focused on building the sensations so that the heat was solely focused on one part of my breast but spread over the entirety. By this time, I was squirming in my restraints, and desperately wanted the heat of the wax to be felt dripping down my pussy. I could tell I was already incredibly wet. As if he could read my mind, with the next candle, he started to pour small amounts on my mound at a time. I moaned as I could feel the wax sliding down my smooth lips. The skin there was so sensitive, and the wax felt like hot fingers touching every inch of the smooth skin at once. "I've always liked your pussy multi-colored," he said softly. I could hear the grin in his voice as he added more wax, pouring it directly onto the top of my slit. After making sure that my pussy was covered in wax, I felt him tracing his fingers over my waxed pussy, and squirmed again, trying to get more pressure against my clit than the light touch. "You want something?" He asked, teasingly. "I think you know the answer to that," I replied throatily. I felt him reach up and release my right hand from the bondage. "I want to see you play with yourself," he commanded in his gentle but firm way. I complied, running my hand down my wax covered breasts and stomach, stopping to feel my wax covered mound. By the feel, I could tell it was completely covered, as were the lips of my pussy. I couldn't help but grin at the feeling. "You like the feeling of the wax on you?" Josh asked. Smiling, I nodded. "I think you want to do more than just play with the wax coating, though," he commented. I agreed. Pushing slightly through the wax until I found skin and moisture, I gasped at how wet I was. I was completely drenched, and my clit was hard and extremely sensitive to the touch. I moaned at the first touch and slid a couple of fingers down my slit under the wax to explore my slippery folds. Returning my focus to my clit, I started to rub it gently, but with as turned on as I was, I found myself desperate for my orgasm. It didn't take long. I was soon coming and found myself surprised at how easy it happened. It had been years since I had solely used my fingers to come. As I was catching my breath, Josh removed the blindfold, took my face in his hands, and kissed me deeply. With my free hand, I pulled him to me, holding onto him as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I felt him reach down and pull more wax off of my drenched pussy before sliding his hard cock into it. I moaned into his mouth as he slid into me, desperately wanting to wrap my legs around his waist, but couldn't. As if reading my mind, he grabbed my free hand and held it above my head with my already bound wrist as he continued to thrust into me. He angled himself so that he was able to rub my already very sensitive clit as he was thrusting into me and I found myself shaking in another orgasm very quickly. Josh joined me soon after. We lay there for a moment, tangled together, a mass of limbs and wax before he released me from the cuffs and helped clean some of the wax off. It was on both of us now, but neither of us really minded. After a hot shower for both of us, we returned to the non-wax covered bed and I curled into his side. "Thank you," I said. "I really needed that." "Anytime, Beautiful. Anytime." Waxed Cathy and I were out shopping one day when Cathy looked at me and said, "I think it is about time for me to get waxed again!" I had visions of playing with a very soft, very sweet, and very shiny pussy for the evening!! So, I agreed to drive Cathy over to the place where Cathy got waxed. Cathy invited me in, and I thought I would be sitting in the waiting room until she got herself done, but the lady behind the counter told me I could come in with her, so I said eagerly, "OK!" We went inside the room, and Cathy took off her shorts and panties, and I stood behind her. Cathy has great looking legs that she keeps very fit by working out, and her whole body is really fit and toned. I stood behind Cathy and kissed her gently on the earlobes and on her neck. Julie walked in and introduced herself, and told us both to get comfortable. Julie got her supplies together, and smiled at us. She prepared Cathy's pussy by washing it in warm water and soap, and then applied some shaving cream. I started to get turned on by watching this, so I started rubbing under Cathy's shirt, and put my hands up and unbuttoned Cathy's bra and started to play with her nipples. Cathy said, "What? Are you trying to help with the lubrication?" Julie and I both laughed. Julie told me, "If you want to take off her shirt, I don't mind." So I did. Julie said to Cathy, "You have a very nice body!" Cathy smiled and said to Julie, "So do you! I was wondering if you are waxed as well." Julie said, "Yes, I am." Julie proceeded to wax Cathy's pussy while I played with Cathy's very erect nipples. Cathy moaned with pleasure at what was being done to her. Julie lingered a little while longer than necessary I thought while she was waxing Cathy. She even stuck a finger on Cathy's pussy lips, and rubbed them gently. Cathy smiled and said, "That feels good!" When Julie was done, she said, "I even do men as well. Would like to be next Pat?" Cathy said, "Please Pat, I'd love to see your cock and balls waxed!!" I looked at her, smiled and said, "Let's try the shaving part first and see what that feels like!" So, Julie proceeded to get more supplies while Cathy helped me take off my jeans and underwear. Cathy wanted me to keep going, so she took off my shirt as well. When Julie returned, she smiled and licked her lips at the sight of my bulging cock staring at her. Julie said, "I usually have to do something like fondle the men, or kiss their cock to get them to have a hard on. It is easier to shave them that way!" Cathy said, "I'll do that!" And bent over and started playing with my cock and balls! Of course, there was little need to do so, since the whole process was a huge turn on for me. Before I knew it, Julie bent over and started licking my balls and shaft with Cathy, and then both of them kissed my cock, and then each other. Cathy now had her hand on Julie's butt, and was rubbing her all over. I leaned over and took Julie's shorts and pulled them off. Her panties were soaking wet, and I gave them a quick tug and off they came. Next, I pulled off Julie's top, and we all started kissing and rubbing our hands all over each other. Julie pulled back and said, "I think you're good and hard now Pat, I'm going to start." Cathy got on her knees facing Julie, and licked her pussy while Julie started to shave my cock. It felt good to have her warm hands wrapped around my cock, and I closed my eyes and hoped with everything that was going on; Julie would have a steady hand. Every once in awhile, Julie would bend over and suck on the tip of my cock, and run her tongue across my hole, and under her tongue. She was very masterful at it!! Cathy was sticking her tongue all over Julie's cunt by now. I could tell Cathy was having an effect because Julie's pussy was dripping wet!! Finally, Julie finished up with me, and wiped off the shaving cream, and washed my cock and balls. She gave me a long, hard kiss. She then stood up, and made Cathy go over to the couch and lay on top of her with Cathy's head between her legs. She started to play with Cathy's pussy and fuck Cathy with her tongue. Both of them were very into it, and their tongues and mouths were going wild on each other. I stared at the scene before me and reached down and started to stroke my cock. Not wanting to miss out on the action, I reached in my pocket of my jeans and pulled out the vibrating cock ring we had picked out earlier that day. I put it on, and started to lick up the pussy juice that was dripping out of Cathy on to Julie's face. I spread Cathy's cunt and inserted my cock deep inside Cathy. Julie continued to lick Cathy's pussy as I stroked Cathy with my cock. As I got into a rhythm, Julie would lick my cock as I was coming out on each stroke. Cathy let out a loud moan!! I reached down and turned on the vibrator part of the cock ring. Cathy's back arched immediately as the sensations that Cathy loved so much made her pussy ache. I pumped Cathy harder and Cathy's whole body started to shake with the orgasm. Cathy screamed with sheer joy at what was going on between her legs!! I pulled out and sat down in the chair in front of Cathy. I started to take off the cock ring, but Cathy shook her head no! Cathy got off of Julie, and took her by the hand. She was almost limp from all the sex. Cathy grabbed her by the waist, and shoved her down on to my cock! I buried my cock deep into her throbbing wet pussy. I turned the vibrator back on, and we both played with Julie's body while she rocked up and down on my cock. I sucked on a nipple, and Cathy reached around her and played with her breasts. Cathy took the vibrator we had bought out of her shorts, lubed it up and proceeded to insert it gently into Julie's ass. She screamed with pleasure, and about had an orgasm right then. I bit her nipple a little to make her back off on the sensations, but it drove her over the edge. Her body and pussy started to shake, and her hands gripped the back of my head and pushed it hard against her nipple. Cathy continued to work her ass with the vibrator. When Julie was finished with her orgasm, Cathy helped her off of my cock, and put her down on the couch. Then, Cathy took a finger full of the cream she had used on the vibrator and used it on my cock. "I'm not done with you yet!" Cathy whispered in my ear. Cathy turned around and grabbed the head of my cock, and inserted it into her ass. Cathy squirmed a little bit as I worked my way in, but once inside, Cathy felt so good she let out a little cry. I grabbed Cathy around the waist, and let her bounce up and down on my cock. I turned on the vibrator part of the cock ring, and it hummed against Cathy's butt cheeks. Julie got up off the couch and took the vibrator Cathy used on her and cleaned it off. She walked over to Cathy and turned it on, and rubbed it gently across Cathy's nipples and breasts, and then down towards Cathy's pussy. She rubbed it against Cathy's cunt and pussy lips, and then slowly inserted it inside Cathy. She began to kiss Cathy again, and lick Cathy's face and nipples as I played with them from behind. Cathy almost couldn't let out a moan it felt so good to have both her pussy and ass fucked at the same time!! "OMG that feels good!!" Cathy said. We kept making Cathy feel good until suddenly Cathy's eyes glazed over, and Cathy laid her head back and screamed!! I pumped Cathy even harder then, and so did Julie! I could feel Cathy quiver through her ass and knew Cathy had a great orgasm!! Cathy then went limp. Julie and I cleaned Cathy up, got Cathy dressed and I almost carried her out to my truck with my arm around her waist. I put Cathy in the front seat beside me, and Cathy laid her head on my shoulder. I kissed Cathy lightly on the cheek, and she held my hand. I reached around Cathy and put my arm around her. Cathy snuggled close to me, and let out a loud sigh. I knew Cathy wanted me again by just the way her eyes looked into mine. I couldn't wait to get Cathy home, and play with that fresh waxed kitty again!! Waxed With Love "Hi Tommy. You're home late." "Oh, yeah. Hey Mom. Yeah, I know and I'm beat. And hungry too." "OK. Dinner is almost ready. Long practice?" "Yeah, we're getting ready for our meet on Thursday. We won't work as hard the next few days though, so we won't be tired for it." "So, are you looking forward to this season." "Yeah, this is my last year so I'm going to make the most of it." "Well, I know something you aren't looking forward to." "Mom, why'd you have to remind me? I hate doing that! I wish nobody did it so we'd all be the same! Happy and Hairy!" "Ha ha. You wish. You know Tommy, this is your fourth year swimming and I thought about this last year, but did you ever consider waxing instead of shaving?" "What? Are you kidding? Of course not. Isn't that just for girls anyway?" "AH, no. Maybe a few years ago, but this is the twenty first century, you know. And it is just a suggestion, Tommy. And think of it this way, waxing lasts much longer than shaving. You would only have to do it about once a month." "I don't know Mom. I mean, where would I go for something like that?" My Mom gives me that classic smirk of hers. "Have you forgotten about your Aunt Katie? She works in a salon. Here, take this." "She does that?! How would I know she does that? Thanks." I take a bite of Salisbury steak. "Man, this is good. I am starved. Besides, waxing seems like it would be awfully painful. I am not real fired up about it, Mom." "Of course she does that . She's an esthetician. That's what they do, amongst other things, such as facials. And it really doesn't hurt that bad. Even I can handle it. And it is only ONCE a month." Facials. That's funny. If there is one thing I'd like to give Aunt Katie, it would be a facial. However, she had a point, my Mom. I guess it's worth giving it a shot. How bad could it be? "Alright, you win. I'll try it." "Fine Tommy. I will set it up after practice on Wednesday." ****** "Alright guys, see you later." God, if they knew where I'm going and what I'll be doing, I would never hear the end of it. I can't believe I let my Mom talk me into this. I must be crazy even considering doing this. I know this is going to hurt. I'm going to kill my Mom when I get home. Let's see, when was the last time I saw my Aunt. It must have been about five months ago, during the summer at our pool/barbecue party. She's a lot of fun, and she isn't bad to look at either. My Mom is 38, I'm 18 and she is 31. Katie has dark hair, almost black, which I love, that she lets grow to shoulder length. She knows how to fill out a bikini as well, which I also love. Nice tits, flat stomach, curvy hips and a great ass. I'm all about it. But the thing I notice most about her are her eyes. They are deep blue, and just absolutely stunning. I get mesmerized looking at them. God, there's the beauty salon. Beauty salon. I can't believe I am actually going into a beauty salon. I hope I don't see anybody I know. I would never hear the end of it. I'm going to kill my Mom. Well here goes nothing. The door rings as I open it. Yep, just what I expected. I'm the only guy here. And they are all looking at me. I'm going to kill my Mom. "Hi. Can I help you?" You would think I was shocked with electricity the way I reacted to that question. I look around to find the source of the voice. I probably look really uneasy to the other people in the waiting room right now. The girl is pretty, and she couldn't be much older than myself. I reply, "Ah, yes. I'm Tom and I am hear to see my Aunt Katie." Why did I say that. "Aunt Katie". That was smooth. The receptionist sure loved it as well. She replies with a big grin, "OK. You must be her five o'clock. Why don't you have a seat and she should be right with you." "Thanks." Great I get to have a seat. Let's see here. I can sit next to the older lady with the fake tan, gobs of make-up and the poofed up hair. I don't think so. Or there is always the mother with her two kids climbing all over the place. Pass. I guess the safest place is next to the woman with her face in a magazine. I'm going to kill my Mom. It wasn't very long, maybe three minutes, before Katie saved me. Thank God. She hugged me. "Hi Tommy. Follow me." She led me past several rooms as we chit-chatted, until we entered a room on our right. It had a big reclining chair in the middle of the room, with a bright light over it. Reminded me of a dentist's chair. I'm going to kill my Mom. She closed the door after we entered. "OK Tommy. First of all, there is no reason to be nervous. I do this every day and it is really not that bad. And I'll try to be gentle." That illicits a laugh out of me. "Thanks Katie. I would really appreciate that." Katie continues. "I've never waxed someone for swimming before, so I need you to tell me exactly what you want. I assume you want your whole body done. Right?" "Yeah, I used to shave my whole body. I can't have any hair on any exposed skin." "Gotcha. OK, Tommy, I'm going to step out for a moment while you get undressed. Then sit down on this chair here and I'll be right back. Oh, and use this towel to cover yourself if you want." Katie closed the door behind her. Cover myself with a towel? What does she expect, me to get totally nude? I was't expecting this. My Mom is dead. I strip to my boxers and sit on the chair. Then I use the towel to cover my midsection. After about a minute, there is a light rap on the door, then my Aunt calls out, "Are you ready?" "Ready as I ever will be Katie.", I respond. Katie comes in. She turns on the adjustable lamp above the chair. It is extremely bright. Then she brings over a stool and a small cart with a bunch of different tools or something on it. "Ok Tommy, are you ready to start?" "I guess." "I think we should start on the back. Let me lower the back of the chair and then we'll get you turned over." She lowers the back 'til it's almost flat, like a table. I then flip over as she holds the towel in place. "There, how is that? Comfortable?" "Yeah, I'm fine, so far." "Don't worry, I said I'd be gentle. You really don't have much hair on your back. Obviously you never shaved your back, right." "No. Some other guys will have their mom or someone do it for them if they need it, but I never felt I needed it." "I'll start with the back of your arms and then move to your legs." Next thing I feel is warm wax being applied to my left arm. It actually feels pretty good. "Ok, Tommy, you don't have a lot of hair here either, but this area is a little sensitive. So just relax." Katie then rubs a strip on the wax, and pulls it off. "Ah! That did smart a little bit." "Are you alright?" "Yeah, it wasn't too bad. But it does sting for a second." She continued and finished my left arm and then did my right. So far, so good. She then moved the towel up a little to the point where my boxers start. "OK, Tommy, these shorts probably cover more area than your swimsuit does, right?" I did't even think about that. "Yeah, I wear those small racer style trunks, almost like a bikini." "That's what I thought. I'll just continue with the legs as they are for now, and then we'll come back to this area later." With that, she went to work on my legs. At times it would sting a little, but the pain generally subsides pretty quickly. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. After ten minutes or so, Katie told me to turn over. She started on my arms and finished those completely. She looked good today, as usual. Her hair was up a little bit in back. And she was wearing a white button up shirt over blue cotton pants, kind of like a nurse. She then started on my chest. "You have just a little bit of hair here. Do you usually shave your abdomen as well?" "Only a little." Katie pushed the top of the towel down to expose the top portion of my shorts. "Show me exactly where your swim suit comes to on your abdomen." I look down to my stomach and show her with my hand approximately where the suit comes up to, just about the top of my pubic bone. Probably a good two to three inches below the top of my boxers. "Well, I'm sure there is some hair there as well." Katie then pushed the top of my boxers down a few inches, exposing the upper half of my pubic hair. "Yeah, we'll have to do this too. We'll come back to it." I was stunned. My Aunt just saw my pubic hair. And to top it off, it didn't even faze her. Even though I've shaved my pubic area for swimming before, I didn't think my Aunt would actually go there. How was I going to handle it? Is she going to ask me to take off my shorts? Is she going to see me naked? After completing my chest and stomach, Katie moved down to my legs. Again she pushed the towel up, this time towards my groin. "Now show me how far your suit comes down?" I tentatively showed her where they come to, easily five or six inches up from my boxers. "Yeah, after I do your legs, we'll have to take off your shorts to finish." Well, now it's out. I guess I am going to be lying here naked in front of my Aunt. I started to get a little turned on by the thought of it, however. I'm definitely nervous about being naked, but I also think it will be interesting to see how she reacts. I can feel my dick start to swell a little from the thought of it. Katie continues on with the task at hand. As she is working on my legs, I start to notice more how her hands feel on my skin. How she looks at my body. I feel both embarrassment and excitement in anticipation of her working on my pubic hair. My dick has definitely responded to my thoughts as well. While not fully erect, it most certainly is in the beginning stages of a hard-on. After several minutes, she finishes my legs. "OK, now, hold onto the towel while I pull down your shorts. I think that would be the easiest way." She reaches up from underneath, hooks a few fingers in my waistband and yanks down my shorts, as I keep the towel in place. It feels weird laying naked, with only a towel covering you, in this kind of setting. Especially in front of a relative. I wasn't really sure of what to do or say. At this point, my dick is laying on it's side, pointing to the right. Katie comes back to my right side, and pushes the towel all the way to my groin, moving my dick out of the way inadvertently with the towel. I know she had to have felt it. I sure did, and by the way my dick was responding, I know it did too. "Wow, I wasn't expecting so much hair. You don't have a lot of body hair, but you have a lot down here. I should probably trim some of it first." I can't believe my Aunt just said that. Is she is talking about trimming all my pubic hair? My dick is very close to being a full fledged hard-on now. There was no way I was going to hide it with me just wearing a towel. Katie, with electric trimmer in tow, started trimming hair on my leg and close to my groin. I looked down at what she was doing and saw that the towel was also removed from a portion of my pubic bone, and she was trimming some hair there as well. She then put the trimmer away and started waxing me on my right leg, front and back right side of my groin and pubic bone. She still has not exposed any portion of my package yet, but it was at full mast and making a tent in the towel, obviously noticeable. I was very embarrassed, but also extremely turned on. I had thoughts racing through my mind like if I was wrong to be turned on, or what my Aunt was thinking about working on such an intimate part of me. After she finished with my right side, Katie replaced the towel and went to my left. Again she moved the towel over and repeated the process of trimming and the waxing. My skin felt electric as she touch me in this area. I felt something special happening between us, definitely that our relationship was going to change forever from this point on. "OK, Tommy, I am finished with everything except for the hair underneath this towel. Have you ever done anything with this hair before?", asked Katie, who spoke so nonchalantly it was almost remarkable. I had to collect my thoughts, and swallow the lump in my throat before answering. Even after taking a minute to respond, I had no idea what was going to come out of my mouth. "No, Aunt Katie, I never shaved there before." "Well, I think I should at least trim it up since I have removed everything else. I think it would look at bit weird if we left it alone. Don't you think?" "I guess, if you feel we should." My mouth was so dry at this point I know it had to sound like I croaked out my answer. Katie then removed the towel from my groin, and I finally lay fully exposed to my Aunt. Upon lifting the towel, my dick slapped down on my stomach with an audible "smack". I looked up at my Aunt to see her reaction. She gave the appearance of being totally professional, yet she was definitely taking in my nudity. She turned on the trimmer and started trimming the hair on my ball sac. The trimmer she had in her right hand, her left hand she used to move my ball sac to get all around it and underneath it. My dick is as hard and big as it ever has at this point, and my Aunt is looking right at it. Katie then moved up to trim the hair on the underside of my cock. Now, she was hovering just a few inches right over my dick. I swear I can feel her breath on it. She then grasped my rock hard dick in her left hand, pulled it up straight and starting trimming the patch of hair laying right on my pubic bone and at the base of my cock. With her hand wrapped around my cock, I laid my head back down and just closed my eyes. I could not have been more aroused at this point. I had copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from my pulsating cock. And what made me even more turned on was the realization that my Aunt was witnessing everything. After several moments passed, I opened my eyes again. When I looked down, I saw my Aunt looking right into my eyes with my hard dick still in her hand. We just looked in each other's eyes for what seemed like minutes, but was probably just five or ten seconds. I wanted her to stroke me to climax, but I couldn't tell her. I mean, how are you supposed to tell your Aunt you want her to jack you off, right? However, as we looked at eachother, I was almost willing her to do it. She must have sensed it though, because she made a shushing gesture with her lips. She then let go of my penis, took off her disposable gloves, reached over to grab some lotion and poured some into her right hand and some directly onto my dick. My dick spasmed as the liquid made contact. I was thrilled and confused as to what was about to take place. I was actually going to let my Aunt give me a hand job. When she actually wrapped her right hand around my penis again, I almost lost control right then and there. She started massaging my balls with her left hand, and very slowly starting stroking my penis with her right. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. She made me feel like I was having an out-of-body experience. She was treating my cock like it was something to be cherished, like a delicate treasure. She picked up the pace and I starting thrusting with her strokes. I was getting close to cumming now. Katie must have sensed that as well, because she started stroking even harder while saying, "Let it go. Don't hold back." I looked at her again and that was it. I saw how her eyes were locked on my dick, coupled with her telling me to cum, and I couldn't hold it back any longer. The last thought through my head was the fact that my Aunt was going to watch me have a tremendous orgasm. The earth moved with the first spasm. It felt so good to cum that it almost hurt. I shot at least three or four more strong shots before my orgasm started to fade. She still pumped me for a few more spasms until I was spent. She continued to lightly stroke my still erect penis for a few more seconds. I really didn't want her to ever let me go, but I knew it was over for now. She looked at me, smiled, let go of my spent penis and grabbed the towel to clean me up. Neither of us said a word yet. I just laid there while she cleaned up my cum, from both of us. When she finished, she walked back up to me, leaned in real close and said, "I'm going to step out right now so you can get dressed. Just come out when you are done." With that, she turned around, opened the door, stepped through it, and before closing it gave me another look with a huge smile on her face. Then she was gone. I laid there for several minutes while I regained my strength and tried to collect my thoughts on what just transpired. Did I just dream that? How will I ever look at her again? Without any real answers, I finally got up and dressed. Took a deep breath and opened the door back to civilization. My Aunt Katie was waiting for me. She hugged me and said that the session was on her, so don't worry about it. She also said that I can come back once a month while I needed to. She then hugged me and whispered in my ear, "I hope you enjoyed that. This will be our little secret." I hugged her back, and walked out the door with my dick showing signs of life again. Waxing For years I'd been waxed on the Gold Coast by a very dominant man that I'd met at the beach. It'd started with just the hair removal and progressed to full-on BDSM session resulting in my being fucked in his sling. It's probably fair to say though that I'd get my needs satiated though he'd get his rocks off there was not a long term satisfaction for him. We'd shared test messages and conversations about my full time enslavement which only served to further excite me knowing that it was just a fantasy for me. My visits these days were pretty similar – I'd turn up wearing a leather harness and nothing else. Walking to the front door was exhilarating in the normal suburban setting with the risk of being seen by the public. Upon entry I'd get a working over and then tied to a bench to be waxed. Normally Sir would force his cock in my mouth, punish my nipples and finger my arse. I know that in these stories the dominant men always have big cocks and this is no exception. Sir's name is Max and it's also max by nature. His cock stretches my mouth and gags me big time. When I first started attending he couldn't get his cock up my arse but all that has changed over the years. After Sir finishes waxing me he bind-folds me and leads me to the sling where he proceeds to give me a right royal rodgering! Truly this man can fuck. Eventually he'll cum and then I'll be allowed the privilege. A quick shower and I'd be home to my wife with my submissive needs met. Sir probably enjoyed the sex but felt a little short of genuine fulfilment. Guess it was only a matter of time before things changed. This visit should've been no different – I'd left home fully dressed and stopped along the way to strip down. Wearing just a harness I'd slipped a small putt plug up my arse, put on a locking collar with wrist and ankle restraint. The drive takes about an hour and it's possible to see into my vehicle though the windows are tinted. My cock was hard and dripping the whole journey. I parked in Sir's driveway and waited to see when the coast was clear. Taking nothing other than my car keys I walked quickly to the front door and knocked. Normally the door would open without delay but this time I was left to stand exposed on the porch. Getting nervous I was about to leave when the door opened and I ran inside. Sir was there, naked, and the room was quite dark. He clipped my hands behind my back and led me to the waxing room. He seemed rushed and waxed me quickly without much play. After the initial excitement I started to relax and fell asleep on the bench. When I awoke there was a moment of disorientation as I was in a different location. I was upright and my arms were tied to the ceiling, my legs spread. My vision was impaired and I realised I was wearing some sort of hood that had eye and mouth holes. The position was quite extreme with a lot of pressure on my legs. There was something penetrating my arsehole that was large but not terribly deep. I looked down and saw a platform about level with my hips. A familiar smell filled my nostrils and I felt the world shift, amyl nitrate! There was a tube running under my nose and the amyl was starting to take effect. It's hard to describe the experience but it makes me so horny – that my whole existence is centred on my cock and arse-hole. My cock swelled even more and the intruder in my butt started to feel comfortable as I relaxed. Sir walked into my field of vision and told me that I was hooked up to an electronic stimulation machine and a fucking machine. At the moment the power was off but shortly it would be turned on and the pleasure or pain levels would be my responsibility. Through the amyl fog I heard the words but didn't understand the message. Then he turned it on! It felt like a thousand wasps were stinging my cock and balls as the E-stim machine pumped it's voltage through the connections. Though painful it turned me on even more. The fucking machine dildo started to move up and down – it was huge, easily the biggest thing I'd ever taken. It felt like it was going to push inside me to my throat. As it rammed up I stood on tippy toes and everything stopped. Sir explained that as long as I could stay on tippy toes there would be no pain. There were electrical contacts in the floor under my heels and every time I put weight on them I would receive the full electronic onslaught. My feet were chained in position and my legs fully splayed, it was impossible to stay on my toes for more than a minute or two. Relief from standing on my toes was counteracted by the E-stim and fucking machines. The more I strained to stay off the contacts the deeper I breathed in the amyl. The more woozy I was from the amyl the more pressure I placed on the contacts. Sir walked up the platform and his cock was level with my mouth. He clipped some weights on my nipples and the sharp little teeth bit deeply into the sensitive flesh. The scene must've pleased him because his cock was hard and Sir used it to slap my face – the weight of his cock was impressive and I was jealous of its heft. Then he shoved it in my mouth. This wasn't cock sucking – Sir fucked my mouth and I had no choice but to take it. He shoved it right to the back of my throat and I felt his balls slapping against my chin. The amyl had relaxed my throat sufficiently that I could take it but I was still gagging and saliva was dripping down my chest. As my face was being fucked the nipple weights were bouncing up and down; biting deeper and deeper. I was unable to keep my heels off the contacts and the fucking machine was moving faster and faster whilst the E-stim machine stung away at my cock and balls. More and more amyl flooded my body. It was the most sensory overload I'd ever experienced. Vaguely I was aware that other people were in the room and there were flashes of light. I didn't know whether the flashes were from inside my addled brain or from the room. Sir sped up – fucking harder and starting to breath more deeply. He pulled his cock out and starting wanking it right in front of my face. Then he came. Cum splashed all over my face. More flashes. I looked up and barely registered that a naked male was taking photos of me with my phone. He was talking to other naked men in the room and they were sending the photos to my wife and all my contacts. They must've taken my phone from the car. My heart sunk as there would be no denying the photos. There was laughter amongst the men at my attempts to stay off the contacts and cheering every time the dildo resumed fucking me. Sir had decided to take charge and my life would change forever........ Waxing Frankie, the girl who waxed Mistress Vixen so beautifully had no idea of Vixen's profession. She saw a striking, powerful woman who dressed simply and elegantly and assumed that she was some sort of corporate executive. Like a number of similar, if not quite so formidable looking women, who looked after their bodies, Vixen used a lot of the spa's services. Some of them also chose to have a Brazilian wax. There was no reason to think that this quiet, relaxed client was particularly out of the ordinary. But over time their relationship grew as the girl chatted while she worked and Vixen responded easily, wearing a towel or less. One day Frankie started talking about men as she carefully stripped away Vixen's pubic hair. She had been upset by her boy friend and thrown him out. "You know, they think they are so tough but they can't take a little waxing. I'd like to strap that jerk to my table and make him squirm." Vixen, who had watched a lot of men squirm, and even scream, as she waxed them in her fashion couldn't help but agree. It sounded like Frankie's boyfriend deserved it, but then Vixen thought that about any man in any circumstance. By the time of Vixen's next appointment Frankie's boyfriend was back and all was apparently forgiven. But Vixen noticed that Frankie wasn't quite her bubbly self. She was upset to see the girl so down but also annoyed that Frankie had just let him back. "Did you wax him like you wanted to before you took him in?" "No, of course not." "Why not? So what did he do to upset you so much?" "Oh, he was getting flirty with one of my friends." "Mmm," said Vixen "If he was my boyfriend I'd be making him pay for that before I was going to take him back. He'd be begging to be waxed by you by the time I'd finished with him. A good whipping would just be the start." The girl looked up from her work with a start. Vixen was amused that she looked so taken aback. As Frankie went back to getting her strip of pubic hair exactly right, Vixen explained what she did for a living. The girl was fascinated, realizing that Vixen was not just another pampered lady who lunched or corporate high flyer. By the end of the appointment Frankie had promised to call Vixen and use her professional services, for free, since she had served Vixen so well. As they parted they shook hands; Vixen gave Frankie her card and Frankie said, slightly nervously, that she looked forward to seeing a new type of waxing. Vixen was pretty sure that the girl wouldn't take it further but it had been an amusing discussion; she liked it that she could surprise people like that. oooOOOooo In fact, Frankie did call into Club Taboo in person to find Vixen after work a few days later. Vixen's calm certainly that something needed to be done and her boyfriend's continuing to take her for granted had stiffened Frankie's resolve and she wanted to test his commitment. Frankie spent quite a while with Mistress Vixen, who she found dressed in a smartly corporate suit involved in paperwork in her office. Frankie felt a little shy interrupting her but Vixen was obviously pleased to see her. After their discussion Vixen showed her around the Club. Although the early evening was one of their quietest times and there wasn't very much happening, Frankie was impressed. In one room she stood and watched a middle aged man strapped to a bench then have Mary, Mistress Vixen's favorite girl, lash him with a riding crop. The man, who was naked except for a cloth hood completely covering his head, was screaming incoherently after the first few strokes but Mary ignored the noise and carried on regardless. A red haired woman in elegant street clothes watched approvingly from an arm-chair. Vixen had asked the woman's permission (and then made sure to let the man know he would have an audience although he couldn't see them) before allowing Frankie in. Vixen told Frankie that the man had been brought in by his partner to get 36 strokes. They came in monthly but he usually got 12 or occasionally 24. When the beating was over and the man was left sobbing on the bench, the woman in the chair waved Mistress Vixen and Frankie over. She explained, loudly so the man on the bench could hear, that he had admitted to masturbating without permission which was why he was getting the extra punishment. Frankie looked at his back. His upper thighs, arse and lower back were a mass of criss-crossing red marks already bruising, some on his flanks bleeding where the end of the crop had hit. They partly covered a C that had had been branded just above one buttock. She touched the mark and the man flinched. "Why do you have him beaten usually?" asked Frankie. The woman looked in surprise at Vixen, who shrugged a little, and then at Frankie. "Oh, the usual, he thinks about his dick all the time, looks at women in the street, fancies his secretary, that sort of thing." "But why does he let you do it?" "He likes it really, he likes to have me in control and even have me punish him. It always leaves him on some sort of high. We both love it." "I thought you kept him locked up," said Vixen. "I do a lot of the time but the device is heavy and he gets knocked around so he doesn't wear it all the time," said the woman, "Do you think he should?" "Oh absolutely," said Vixen "If you really want to stop him jerking off, you have to have it on all the time. They always wank when they get the chance, they just don't always admit to it. Did you catch him at it?" "Yes. I caught him with a dirty magazine when he thought I was out -- he was too slow to get it put away." "Nasty creatures. I guarantee he's been doing it all along and won't stop until you keep him tucked away in a good permanent chastity device. Talk to Mary about something he can wear all the time, she is good with those things. And we better get Mary to ask him where the rest of his magazines are -- once she's tortured it out of him you can have him read them aloud to you when he is safely under control, you'll both enjoy that. An erection in a decent device hurts a lot." Vixen nodded to Mary who had been untying the man from the bench and she started to strap him back down, face up this time. They moved on before the interrogation started so Frankie could see the Medical Room where Vixen thought the girl would be most comfortable. As Frankie was leaving, Vixen said, "OK then, you tell your boyfriend that he has to agree to be punished for flirting - without knowing how - if he is to stay with you. If he doesn't take his punishment he's out for good. Then we'll see what he is made of." Frankie looked apprehensive but nodded. Vixen smiled, "Don't look so worried. We do this all the time and usually they love it once it's over, like that man you saw. You'll be bringing your boyfriend back for a monthly thrashing before you know where you are." Two days later Frankie rang to say that he'd agreed. "Good," said Vixen, "I'll send the car to pick you up after work tomorrow and you tell him where to wait for us." oooOOOooo The pick-up was the bottom floor of a rundown car-parking building in the centre of town. Looking out of the window from the back seat of the Club's big Mercedes as they pulled up, Frankie could see her boyfriend looking nervously at the approaching car. He couldn't see her because of the darkened windows. Mary, dressed in what would pass for either a sexy prison warder's or chauffer's uniform got out of the driver's seat to talk him, taking a black cloth hood and a set of shackles with her. The boyfriend looked around nervously but there were only a few cars in the dim shadows of the car-park and no one moving. Frankie couldn't hear what was being said but after they had been speaking for a while Mary opened the boot and gestured inside. Her boyfriend looked to be backing away and Mary shrugged, shut the boot sharply and walked briskly back to the door of the car. As the driver's door opened and Mary started to get back in Frankie could hear him almost shouting, "All right then, all right then, I'll do it." Mary gave Frankie a broad smile and shut her door to go back to the boot. Mary watched him with her arms folded and an amused smile as he got completely undressed, looking nervously around into the dripping shadows all the while, and climbed into the boot. Mary leaned in to pull the hood over his head and buckle it, made him roll over so she could shackle his hands behind his back and lock his ankles together and shut the boot. They drove off leaving his clothes behind in a puddle on the dank floor. Frankie could feel her excitement growing at the thought of her boyfriend locked in the dark not knowing what was in store for him. She did; Mistress Vixen had promised to show her waxing, not Brazilian but Vixen-style. oooOOOooo They got him out in the garage under the Club, unshackled his legs and led him upstairs to the Medical Room. Vixen had been right, Frankie found the various gothic dungeons and baroque parlours in the rest of the Club vaguely unsettling, but the bright Medical Room reminded her of the clinic at the spa and she felt reassuringly at home. A man had been waiting for them when they arrived and helped them without saying anything. The boyfriend was cursing softly under his hood as he was manhandled out of the car boot and up the stairs. In the Medical Room Frankie watched as the silent man strapped her boyfriend to an examination table face up. The man was not large but well muscled and obviously very strong. He was wearing tight black trousers with a muscle shirt showing tattoos on his arms and Frankie had an urge to touch his chest. Her boyfriend was struggling and now there was muffled complaining from the hood but he was getting nowhere as the man bound his arms against the sides of the table and spread his legs. "Hood on or off?" asked the man when he had finished. "Ah... off I think," said Frankie," but can you gag him?" "Sure." the man picked a ball gag from a crowded bench next to the table. As the hood came off her boyfriend started to say "What the f.." but the gag stifled the rest as it was buckled tightly behind his head. The strong looking man left again without a word and she was alone with her bound and gagged boyfriend who was still struggling to get free. She looked around. There was nowhere to sit. The room was set up like a medical examination bay; the walls were white and the lights very bright. There was a big theatre light up near the ceiling that wasn't turned on. The only movable furniture was the examination table her boyfriend was strapped to and some sets of drawers on wheels tucked under the benches that ran around most of the room. On the benches and on hooks on the wall there was all manner of shiny and electrical looking equipment. There was also a sink with long-armed medical-looking taps and a lot of ominous looking tubes attached. There was a nest of metal buckets next to the sink. Frankie had brought her travelling bag of waxing equipment up from the car with her but there was no room to lay it out. She poked idly amongst the equipment around the room speculating on how it could be used on the immobilized patient on the table. Most of it looked too complex for her to guess. In amongst the equipment she saw a hair trimmer and realized she had forgotten hers. She also found a big jar of lubricant which she thought about for a moment then turned her attention the man strapped to the table. He looked rather pathetic and sad with his penis flapping about as he struggled to no avail. She put some lube on her hands and started to stroke his penis. Soon he was completely hard and lying quiet and still as she slowly ran her hands up and down his shaft. That was how Vixen found them. Frankie noticed her boyfriend goggling past her over his gag and turned to see Vixen in full dominatrix gear; thigh high boots with towering heels, a black corset that only just covered her nipples and long black gloves. Her pussy was bare, the lips slightly rouged and the strip of dark hair stark against her white skin. Frankie stared as well; her boyfriend got even harder. Vixen laughed and did an elegant twirl. Seeing where Frankie was looking she laughed again and said, "Normally I keep covered up until I get down to business, but see, it's worth all the effort you put into it. Now you can show me how it's done and then I'll show you my way." Frankie picked up her bag and looked around. Vixen expertly swept a clear space on a bench with her arm and Frankie started to unpack her gear. It looked like she might be some time, as she looked for a place to plug in what looked like a small electric saucepan, so Mistress Vixen decided to amuse herself with the man on the couch. She thought the cock looked a bit sticky so she started to tweak his nipples, gently at first but then with increasing force. As if by accident her cunt occasionally brushed one of his immobilized hands and she left it there while he tried to get his fingers into it. "Naughty," she breathed into his ear and put her tongue into it. She pressed her breasts into his face and gave his nipple a hard enough twist to make him squeak into his gag. His penis was soon so stiff it was aching. After Vixen had been keeping herself amused like that for a while, Frankie said that the wax was warm and they were ready to go. She took the clippers she had found on the bench and trimmed his pubic hair so that it was only a few millimeters long. Her boyfriend finally realized what was going on and began to struggle again, even though he was still rock hard from Mistress Vixen's attention. "Careful," Frankie said, "this trimmer is very sharp and you'll lose it if it waves about too much." He stayed still. Frankie laid down the first wax strip. She was aiming to make his cock and balls completely hairless and leave a thin strip of pubic hair running up from his cock like the one she left for Mistress Vixen. A full Brazilian, taking everything off, was easy but leaving a neat, even strip of hair was an art. As she tore off the first strip, her boyfriend screamed into his gag and writhed around as if he had been electrocuted. Vixen was unimpressed. "Boy, if I carried on like that every time I got waxed, I'd get thrown out of the spa. Stop all this nonsense and lie still!" Frankie carried on with the waxing. It took longer than usual because of the way he tried to thrash about in his bonds. She had been terribly aroused at the sight of Vixen teasing him and at first causing him pain had excited her further but soon the wriggling was irritating. "Oh, for fuck's sake, just keep still and stop acting like a baby," she ended up saying slapping his thigh. Vixen laughed. When she had finished, he looked magnificent. Frankie lubed her hands again and stroked his now beautifully smooth cock and balls until he was hard. The waxed skin was slightly inflamed, pink and delicate looking. Vulnerable, she thought, knowing what Vixen had in mind. The lack of hair made him look bigger and the strip of pubic hair was even and dead straight despite all the struggling. She was pleased with her work but found the experience unsatisfying. It hadn't been nearly as sexy as she hoped and all the fuss had had made hadn't been at all impressive. She wasn't feeling that he had made much of a show of commitment. She had hoped that he would have accepted his punishment like a man and made her proud of him in front of Mistress Vixen. Vixen was pleased with the waxing though. "Look at that," she said, "That is great, so much better than shaving. I will get all my subs waxed." She noticed that Frankie wasn't looking very excited. "Too much like work?" she asked. "Sort of," said the girl, "I guess I just expected more." "Well then, let me show you more," said Vixen going to the door and shouting down the stairwell, "Ready, now." The strong silent man returned and started unstrapping Frankie's boyfriend from the table. oooOOOooo They took Frankie's boyfriend downstairs to a small dungeon and tied him to a high, solid wooden chair. All the fight seemed to have left him. His ankles were tightly strapped to the widely spaced legs of the chair and a waist strap held his lower body completely still. His hands were tied behind the back of the chair and his upper body could move. He slumped forward. "Ryan!" snapped Mistress Vixen and the strong man took hold of the boyfriend's arms and pulled him hard against the chair so that he grunted in pain. Vixen had unhooked her corset and was now dressed only in boots and gloves. "Wax," she said to Frankie who was staring again, looking a little astonished, "it gets everywhere, all over your good clothes." Frankie looked down at her spa smock and had to agree. Vixen straddled the man in the chair, sitting in his lap. His cock was against her stomach and she pulled his head down to let his gagged mouth nuzzle her breasts. Frankie felt her excitement growing. Vixen reached down and began to stroke his stiffening cock and he started to writhe again but not from pain. "Don't you dare come until you're told, boy. You come without permission and I'll let Ryan here fuck your face and fill your mouth with spunk for you." Vixen got off him and lit a small yellowish candle. She pulled the boyfriend's head forward by the hair and dripped a little wax onto the exposed nape of his neck. He jerked and moaned as the wax hit him. She waited a little while and scratched the wax off - there was a red mark but no signs of real damage. "Good," she said, "Ryan, hold him nice and still for me." She leant over the boyfriend with her breasts pressed against him and, holding his penis out of the way with one hand, began to drip hot wax onto the inside of his thigh. Each drop produced a grunt from behind the gag but he was held too tightly to move. By the time Vixen had left three rows of neatly spaced wax dots across each thigh Frankie's boyfriend was crying. Vixen stopped and rubbed her breasts across his face. "Shh, shh," she said, "nearly done. Just a little more. You can make it." She straddled him and let him stare at her tits as she stroked his cock hard again. Frankie was very excited. She was getting wet and restless watching Vixen alternately torture and tease her boyfriend but she wasn't sure if she could interrupt - Vixen looked very focused - or what she would do if she could. Just as she was about to say something, Vixen got off him and said, "Here, Frankie, fancy a bit of cock?" Frankie did. Very much. She stepped out of her knickers and pulled up her smock to sit on him. She shuddered as his cock slid deep into her. Vixen leant to whisper in his ear, "Remember what I said about coming, boy? Come now and you'll regret it." Frankie slid up and down his cock a few times but it was clear he wasn't going to be able to hold on so Vixen motioned her off. Ryan held him very tightly now and Vixen dripped her wax on to the area newly exposed by Frankie's waxing. Even through the gag he was making a lot of noise and rolling his head around. She pulled his penis back and dripped wax onto his balls then ran a series of drips up the shaft of his penis. Finally she held his cock down and let the wax fall across the top. He was crying again. "Last bit," said Vixen, "Nearly there. Brace yourself." She pulled back his foreskin and slowly dripped wax onto the exposed glans. He tensed every muscle in his body and screamed into his gag. When the glans was completely covered Ryan let him go and he slumped over in the chair gasping. "There, there. All done," said Vixen, "You can stop the noise now. Frankie, that cock is yours. But just remember, boy, you don't have permission to come until she does." Vixen leaned into him, pulling his face into her breasts and stroking his cock as she broke off the hardened wax. Frankie pulled up her smock, climbed on to him and Vixen guided his cock into her. Vixen's hands fluttered around her cunt and then settled in to stroking Frankie's clitoris as the girl rode her boyfriend's cock. Frankie's mouth was dry with desire and she was on the edge of coming when he spasmed into her and began to go soft. Waxing Frankie got off, dripping come. Vixen looked very displeased. "OK then. You asked for it," she said to the man strapped to the chair, who quailed before her stare, looking fearful and pathetic with his limp cock between his spread legs. "But first Ryan you better finish Frankie off." The silent man came up to Frankie, undid her zip and pulled the smock over her head. He took off her slip and bra like he was undressing a doll. Frankie could see the huge bulge in his trousers and was weak with lust. She would have given anything to have that cock inside her and let him do what he wanted. He turned her to face her boyfriend in the chair and gently pushed her legs apart. He bent her over so she braced her hands on the boyfriend's shoulders and Ryan pushed his cock into her; she hadn't even noticed him take it out of his trousers. He was as big as she had hoped for and filled her completely. Frankie panted and gasped on the very edge of orgasm as Ryan fucked her slowly but knew she wouldn't come without a touch on her clit. She dropped her head onto her boyfriend's shoulder and reached for her cunt. Ryan took her hands and held them behind her in one of his. She was desperate, bucking and writhing on his cock right on the edge. "Oh, god. Fuck me. Touch me. Make me come," she begged. Ryan kept hold of her hands, crushing her against her boyfriend, driving his full length into her faster now. His other hand was touching her stomach and thighs but not going to her cunt. Finally she realized what was required of her. "Please, Mistress, please may I come?" she pleaded and Vixen nodded. Ryan let her hands go and stroked her cunt from behind with both of his. She came immediately in a long screaming orgasm and collapsed onto her boyfriend as Ryan pulled out of her. His cock was still huge and hard, dripping with her juices and the boyfriends come. He gently lifted the girl out of the way and straddled her boyfriend, putting his cock right up against his gagged mouth. Vixen unbuckled the gag and Ryan pushed his cock into the boyfriends face. He kept his mouth firmly closed. Mistress Vixen reached down and started squeezing his balls while Ryan pressed his cock harder into the boyfriends face. Very soon he had to open his mouth as the pressure on his balls became unbearable and Ryan pushed his cock in, took him by the hair and started fucking his face hard and fast. To the boyfriend it seemed to last forever; the big cock filling his mouth with its own musky taste, his girlfriend's juices and the salty taste of his own come. With each stoke the big silent man pushed his cock against the back of the boyfriend's throat making him gag and pulled it out until the swollen glans brushed his lips. In fact it was only a few minutes until Vixen said, "OK Ryan," and Ryan came almost immediately. Come filled the boyfriend's mouth and Ryan pulled out to spray his face. The boyfriend was left spluttering and choking with come dripping off him. "There," said Vixen to him "It's all over. Frankie can take you home now." But Frankie was shaking her head. "No, I want his cock locked up first." "Of course", said Vixen, "He needs to learn control. I'll get Mary," and she left the room. "What does that mean, 'locked up'?" asked the boyfriend. "Locked up," said Frankie, "means your cock gets locked up in a nice little device and I get the key and you don't get to come in any of my fucking friends again, is what it means. It means you don't get to come at all unless I say so." "No way," said the boyfriend, "I could go through all this for you but that is too much. No way!" By this time Mary and Vixen were back in the room with a chastity device to try. "OK, then. If you won't do that for me, just fuck off. You didn't even bother to deny you've been fucking my friends. And you made a fool of yourself here, little baby!" "Crazy!" said the boyfriend "I can't just fuck off. You've got me tied to the fucking chair." Frankie turned to Vixen in tears, "Just make him go, please just make him go." "OK," said Vixen, "Ryan, untie the boy. Mary, take him back to his clothes." When everyone else had gone, Vixen turned to Frankie looking concerned, "Sorry about that," she said, "Normally they hold up better." "No worries," said Frankie rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, "He wasn't really up to much, was he?" "Not really; poor choice, I'm afraid - I'm sure we can find you something better if we look around. But in the meantime I really need a fuck. That scene with you got me going and I can't wait until the others get back. I'm sure Mary's strap-on would fit you. Come with me." The last said imperiously as Vixen buckled a collar with a leash round the naked girl's neck. As she was led off, Frankie's insides turned to water with desire. "Crazy," she said to no one in particular. "Silence!" said Vixen, laughing, "Speak when you are spoken to and not before." The End Waxing Love Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. As always YMMV. You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community and not be offended by the contents of it. If you are not 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you. This story is fiction and as such is protected under the first amendment. The people referred to in this story do not behave this way in real life, this is a fantasy and any resemblance to real people or situations is merely a coincidence. Any copyrighted names, works, etc. remain property of their respective owner(s). This story may not be redistributed without my express permission Feedback: This is one of my, all too numerous, never-ending stories. Now I don't mean the story itself has no ending, only that I worked on it, on and off, for about 5 years. 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This isn't of critical importance for your enjoyment of the story, but it will explain why I don't take things in a certain direction when the opportunity arises. You'll probably know it when you read it. And now the story - * * * * * * * * * It all began with a knock on the door to Sarah's trailer. "Who's there?" "Hey. It's me." "C'mon in Love." "The door's locked." Sarah's makeup artist Nicole went to the trailer door and unlocked it, opening it to let Jennifer Love Hewitt enter, then locking it again to ensure that no one else could get in unannounced. Turning to go back to her makeup work Nicole barreled into Love, who had come to a full stop and was staring at her friend in the makeup chair, her mouth hanging open in shock. Staring, because the blonde girl was slumped down in the chair, her ass hanging more than halfway off. Mouth hanging open because Sarah was also completely nude from the waist down with her legs sticking straight up in the air but bent at the knees so that her heels were beating against the backs of her thighs, leaving her bald twat completely visible and looking a little bit red. "What? Isn't this how you have your makeup done?" "Wha... How... Wh... Huh? What the heck's going on?" the brunette sputtered. Sarah laughed, responding "Relax Love, Nicole is being a pal and giving me a Brazilian. Don't you like it?" spreading her legs as she spoke, giving Love a bird's eye view of her freshly waxed muff. Nicole looked at Love, so eager to hear the young girl's opinion that she completely passed on Sarah's less than refined display. It wasn't how Nikki behaved when around her own friends, but she knew Love and Sarah were very close, and, being actresses, perhaps they were just more used to being naked around other people. Nicole hadn't been doing makeup work very long, but she'd been at it long enough to learn that actors were not like other people. They were a bit on the unusual side. But right at that moment all that was irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was what Love thought of the job she had done. This was the first time she had done this for the pretty blonde actress, and she was hoping it wouldn't be the last. A positive review from Sarah's best friend could go a long way toward making this a regular gig. However, if Nicole was looking for a quick endorsement from the new arrival she was in for a bit of a letdown. Love simply didn't know how to respond. What she wanted to do was drop to the floor between her lover's legs and soothe the reddened flesh with her tongue, until she caused the young TV star to orgasm and thereby flood her mouth with fresh cream. That's what she wanted to do. And she almost started to move towards her best friend's newly bare beaver before catching herself. Oops. Almost slipped up there. That could have been a real problem. Love knew that Sarah considered Nicole a good friend but she also knew for a fact that the makeup artist was unaware of the special relationship the other two occupants of the trailer had. The Hollywood starlets walked a fine line between their personal escapades and their public lives, they had to be very careful when it came to letting someone else in on their secret. Not that Love considered Nicole to be that much of a risk. She obviously adored Sarah and would do nothing that might cause her harm, but the two lovers had learned that it paid to be cautious. Trust had to be earned. At least that's how it had been so far. Given the current circumstances it looked like things might be about to change where Nikki was concerned. Not knowing what else to do Love turned to Nicole and said "You did that? Wow, it looks really good. Did it hurt much?" This last was to Sarah, who was regarding the bouncy brunette with a knowing smirk on her face. "No, not at all, and you know it usually does sting a little. She's really good at it. Hey, wanna give it a try?" "What? Me? Oh, no, I couldn't! I... uh... I just shaved this morning, don't even have a 5 o'clock shadow, besides it wouldn't be fair to Nicole. She's your makeup artist." Before Sarah could respond Nicole jumped in, "I don't mind. I mean, if you want to, it's okay with me." Love was on the fence, Sarah could see that, and when Love was undecided there was one sure way to get her to give in and do what her blonde lover wanted, "Just try it Love. Please? Do it for me?" That got Love's attention. Most people would probably think it was Love who could manipulate a person merely by asking them to do something just because she wanted them to, and, in fact, she sometimes did, it all depended on her relationship with the individual. But few would guess that Sarah was equally as good at influencing people, often with just a simple please. Especially if the person being manipulated was Love. The two lovers just couldn't say no to one another. Particularly if the request was even remotely sexual. And having what little bush she had completely waxed off by Nikki while Sarah watched would definitely qualify in Love's book as sexual. Love was ready to cave, Sarah's please had had its intended result, but she required one last push and she would be off the fence. Plus she really didn't want to cause any trouble for her best friend. "Are you sure it's okay? I mean, Joss won't be angry if I, you know, take time from one of his people?" "Don't worry about Joss" Sarah answered, "I'm not needed for any more scenes today, maybe some blocking but that won't be for hours, and Nicole only does my hair and makeup, so she's free too. And she really doesn't mind, do you Nikki?" Seeing her opportunity to make this a recurring thing she quickly responded "Nope. Fine by me. Really. It'll give me another chance to practice, that is, if you don't mind me experimenting on you?" Sarah responded for Love, "She trusts you. You trust her don't you Love? Of course you do. Now c'mon, let's get you naked!" Nicole looked at Sarah curiously, a sense that there was something going on that she was unaware of beginning to build in her. Was the blonde just a little too excited about this? Nah, she had to be imagining it. If anything, she was the one who was excited by the prospect of waxing Love. Why was that? Why was she so anxious for this to be more than a one-time thing? She had felt it from the beginning with Sarah. The thrill as she watched the blonde undress, the heat she had felt as she had trimmed the dark pubic hairs before applying the wax, the electricity that had run through her when her fingers made contact with Sarah's skin, and the initial flood of cream that had soaked into her panties as she spread the wax onto the puffed labia. Nikki was licking her lips as she remembered the feelings that had threatened to overwhelm her while she worked on her friend. The whole thing had bordered on sexual. No... it was sexual. That made Nikki's eyes go wide and she quickly turned her back on the others, arranging the things she would need if she was going to work on Love. Okay, she had to calm down. She couldn't be sexually excited about this and she certainly couldn't let Sarah and Love see that she was. Sarah would flip and she'd probably lose her job. Besides she wasn't into girls, she had a boyfriend that she loved, and he loved her. Yeah, he was on the dull side, especially in bed, but that was to be expected when you had been together as long as they had. The important thing was they loved each other. Sex wasn't everything, and she certainly wasn't a lesbian. So why was she practically soaking wet? Lost in thought Nicole didn't see the rapid, but mostly silent, exchange between the other two girls. When Sarah told Love to get naked the brunette considered the situation between her own legs and quickly shook her head no. She didn't want to take off her jeans and have Nicole see how wet she had become from the mere sight of Sarah's bald privates. And Nicole would see. How could she not if she was going to be removing the hair from the very area that Love knew was a dead giveaway of her aroused state? Catching the nervous look on Love's face, and seeing that Nicole was pre-occupied Sarah mouthed, "What's the problem?" to her recalcitrant friend. Love mouthed back "I'm wet!!" Sarah just rolled her eyes, while out loud she said "C'mon, let's get these clothes off you. I'll help." Love's eyes went wide as Sarah left the makeup chair, still bottomless, and came to her side. Staying between the aroused brunette and Nicole she began unbuttoning her friend's jeans while Love worked at her shirt. Dropping the jeans to her ankles Sarah surreptitiously grabbed Love's thong panties and pulled them up into her crotch, the fabric slipping in between the puffy pussy lips and absorbing some of the fluids. The older girl then reached down and with her index and middle fingers she pushed the fabric deeper into Love's snatch and wiggled it around a bit, soaking up even more of her younger lover's juice and getting a very soft gasp to boot. With her fingers knuckle deep in Love's muff Sarah was forced to concede that her friend was indeed excited. Perhaps not quite as excited as Love imagined herself to be, but excited enough that it was sure to be noticed. She met Love's eyes and with a devilish smile she stuck her tongue out at her lover and fluttered it quickly then waggled her eyebrows at the increasingly turned-on brunette. Love's eyes went even wider and she shook her head no once more, again mouthing her words silently, "No! We can't!" The rest of their conversation took place without even the benefit of that form of communication, Sarah's tilted head and raised eyebrow asking as plain as if she had spoken it 'Why not?' while Love's own raised brows and jerked thumb in Nikki's direction asked 'In front of her?' To that Sarah gave another wicked smile, her own eyes going wide as she nodded her head yes as decisively as Love had shaken hers no just moments earlier. Love looked quickly over to the older girl and then back to Sarah. She then moved her index finger in a loose circle indicating the three of them, the unspoken question this time being 'With Nikki?' An even more decisive nod of the head from Sarah. All this had taken place while Nicole fiddled with the wax and applicators and with Sarah's fingers still nestled in her lover's twat. When she wiggled them inside Love's tunnel once more the younger girl gave up trying to resist her friend any further. It was tough enough for Love to do it under normal circumstances, but trying to do it when she was already sexually aroused and getting more so with every passing moment, well, then it was damn near impossible. You might as well ask gravity to stop working while you were at it, your chances of success were about the same. Nodding in defeat Love's eyes closed and she had to bite her lip to avoid moaning as her favorite playmate's thumb began to brush the cotton of her panties over her already swollen clit. Sarah was pleased that she had persuaded her lover to her way of thinking but she also wanted to remind the dark-haired girl that this was not just about winning or losing an argument, this was ultimately about sex. Hot, sweaty sex. In Sarah's opinion one of the few things in life really worth arguing for. Removing her fingers at last from Love's cunt the light-haired girl then dropped to the floor and helped the brunette step out of the jeans. Once the denims were out of the way she leaned in and inhaled deeply, drawing in the fragrance of her girlfriend's arousal, then with another playful smile directed upwards to the already stimulated actress, Sarah closed the last remaining distance and placed a quick kiss followed by a flick of the tongue directly on Love's still panty-covered clit, causing the younger girl to whimper quietly and produce yet more cream. Not wanting to get carried away so soon, and thereby blow any chance she had of getting Nikki involved, Sarah stood up again and turned back to her makeup artist, leaving Love to finish undressing without further assistance. Taking off her shirt Love then removed the panties from her crotch and slid them to the floor, feeling a little self-conscious as she did. Love stood there in only her bra, not quite sure what to do with her hands, as Nicole called back to her, "Why don't you sit down and we can get started, okay?" "Umm, yeah, okay." She sat in the chair so recently occupied by her friend and tried not to look too uncomfortable. Judging from the laugh Sarah gave out when she turned and saw her sitting there she wasn't successful. "C'mon Love, relax, would ya. She's not going to bite you. Nikki, tell her you won't bite." Over her shoulder Nicole responded, "I won't bite." "See, it is not to worry. Now relax, you'll love this, trust me." Nicole still had her back to the others as she got the materials she would need ready. Sarah looked at Love and gave her a little wink, then blew her a kiss. Love looked at Sarah skeptically, "Why do I get the feeling you're going to enjoy this more than I am?" "Oh you'll enjoy it, don't worry. It's positively... orgasmic! I guarantee it!" Again Nicole was struck by how excited Sarah sounded about what was to come. Dismissing the thought as a projection of her own enthusiasm she turned to the others and prepared to give Love Hewitt a bikini wax. The mostly naked brunette was sitting in an upright position in the chair, which was fine for conversation, but lousy for the purpose at hand. Assuming you could get past the mostly naked part and get on with the conversation part. When talking about Love that was not as easy as it sounds, not even for another woman. "Umm, Love, could you slide forward a bit? I need to be able to, umm, reach, down there." "C'mon Love, you saw how I was sitting didn't you, I mean my pussy was staring you in the face! I'm sure you must have noticed. You've gotta sit like that. Now slide forward and lay your legs over the arms of the chair." Nicole got on her knees in front of the chair as Love reluctantly moved into position, her ass sliding forward and her pelvis tilting upward as she raised her legs and spread them, allowing the necessary access to her muff that the stylist would need. However, as the seconds passed, it became obvious that Nikki was not taking advantage of said access. She was sitting on her haunches in front of the chair, mesmerized by the vagina before her, absorbing the sight and fragrance of Love's all too obvious arousal. She had no idea how much time had passed when she heard Sarah calling her name "Nikki? Nikki! Hello, Earth to Nicole! Anybody home? YO NIKKI!" Coming to with a start she felt a deep blush cover her face as she stammered a reply "Sorry, sorry, I umm... I was just... Umm, I was thinking... I needed... Umm..." Giving up trying to explain herself further, and failing miserably at it, Nikki set about giving Love a wax job similar to Sarah's. For a while she was able to work on autopilot, cutting the dark pubic hairs, applying and removing the wax, and then cleaning up the excess, repeating as necessary, until, at last, there was nothing more to remove and Love was now as bald as her best friend and lover. Seeing as how the wax job was supposed to be a Brazilian the makeup artist then spent the next few minutes searching for any missed fur between Love's legs. Searching rather... diligently. So diligently that she again did not respond when Sarah called her name. Sarah and Love exchanged an amused look over Nikki's single-minded absorbedness in the brunette's twat. Figuring that this was as good a chance as any to put her plan into action Sarah gave her friend another wink then leaned in from Love's left, coming in under her lover's raised leg and bringing her head into Nicole's field of vision, and coincidentally placing her mouth within inches of the dark-haired girl's vulva, "Gorgeous isn't it?" "Huh? What? Oh, yes. I mean, it's very... nice?" Sarah began rubbing her cheek against Love's now hairless skin, "Know what else it is?" Nicole swallowed audibly, her heart pounding in her chest so hard she was sure it could be heard miles away, "Smooth?" Sarah turned her head, placing her lips a fraction of an inch above Love's clit, which was rapidly re-filling with blood and pushing out of its hood, "Tasty!" So saying the blonde stretched her tongue out and began flicking it softly back and forth over the engorged nub, getting a long drawn out moan from both of the other women in the trailer. Nicole's heart was beating so hard she thought she might pass out even as she watched the erotic display play out in front of her eyes. She couldn't be seeing what she thought she was seeing. She couldn't really be watching Sarah Michelle Gellar licking and sucking another woman's clit. Could she? She leaned in closer, letting the scent of Love's arousal wash over her, thinking she had never smelled anything better in her entire life, never seen anything hotter. There was no doubt about it, she was watching Sarah eat Love's pussy. Nikki watched Sarah's tongue as it passed slowly back and forth over Love's nerve bundle, watched the skin of the dark-haired girl's abdomen jump whenever the pleasure got a little too intense, suddenly wishing that it was she in the chair having her bud licked. She let out a little whimper as Sarah's tongue curled around Love's tender clit, getting another moan from the girl in the chair, this one completely uninhibited. Love had already moved well beyond her concerns over letting Nikki witness the two of them making love. Seeing the look of rapture on Nikki's face Sarah backed away from her lover, much to Love's obvious frustration, and asked "Want a taste?" Nikki looked up at her, eyes gone round "Oh, I couldn't! I mean... I couldn't... well, I've never... Well, I, umm..." "Go on, just a quick peck." This might prove to be easier than Sarah had originally thought. Nikki cast a quick look up to Love, then over to Sarah, "Umm, okay, I guess it wouldn't..." she was leaning closer and closer, her lips a hairs breadth from Love's clit, until there was no space between them and she brushed them against the swollen nub, quickly leaping back as if shocked by an electrode. She covered her face with her hands and blushed fiercely, taking on the shade of a ripe plum. If the earth had opened up and swallowed her at that very moment she would have been eternally grateful. Waxing Love "Oh God, I can't believe I did that! Oh God!" Sarah had leaned back over and was again tonguing Love, "Why not? Didn't like it?" "No, it's not that, it's... I have a boyfriend!" "So what? You think it's cheating?" "No, that's not it. I mean, well yeah kind of, but, well, it's just... I'm not gay!" "S'okay, neither am I. Love, are you gay?" The dark-haired girl moaned, disturbed that Sarah kept interrupting her licking to do all this talking "Unnnggghhhh, what, yeah, whatever. Lick me!" Nicole wasn't really listening to Love anyway, she was watching Sarah suck and lick as much of Love's pussy as she could reach from her current position, which was quite a lot actually. The blonde had abandoned Love's clit in favor of her lower cavern, apparently determined not to let any of the juices now flowing freely from the brunette's cunt go to waste. The kiss from Nicole had Love flowing like an open faucet and Sarah had to work quickly to bring the stream under control. Nikki was struck by how much what she was seeing resembled a gay act, yet Sarah denied being gay. She sure did eat pussy like a veteran though. Nicole imagined what it would be like to feel Sarah's tongue running across her slit like that, teasing her clit and sucking her lips. The images playing in her mind increased her own flood of juice soaking her further, and she began to rub her clit through her panties. She returned her attention to the pair in front of her. It sure did look like they were both enjoying themselves, in fact, she was unsure which of the two was enjoying it more. Would she enjoy it as much if she was the recipient? Sure, she liked it when her boyfriend went down on her, that is when she could get him to do it, and for the brief amount of time he would stay down there. Now that she thought about it, Sarah had already spent more time eating Love out than her boyfriend had ever spent munching her. The blonde certainly didn't seem put off by what she was doing. If she didn't like the taste or smell she couldn't possibly be this eager about the act, could she? Nicole knew Sarah was a very good actress, but she didn't think she could fake this. So she must really like it. And if Sarah liked it, and Love liked it, would she? Sarah continued lapping at Love like a cat at a milk bowl, content to let the older girl work through things at her own pace. She saw Nikki slide a hand between her legs, her eyes glued to Love's snatch and the tongue that was busily working it. Gotcha! Time to take this to the next step. "Want to try again?" Nicole tore her eyes from Love's twat, "Umm, no, that's okay, I don't think I... I mean, I don't think I'm ready to do that yet. Again! I mean again!" Sarah smiled to herself. Yet, huh. Well we'll have to work on that. Out loud she said, "It's okay. We'll take it slow." She then took two fingers and ran them over Love's pussy, stroking the lips and working them into the younger girl's folds. She began to work them in and out, while circling the clit with her thumb. Love voiced her appreciation, "Oh yeah. Now that I like. Don't stop Sarah, that feels so good." Anyone else might have misunderstood and taken Love's comment to mean that she hadn't enjoyed being licked out by Sarah. But the green-eyed girl had more than enough experience with her best friend and lover to know that this was not the case. In fact, there wasn't a whole hell of a lot that Sarah did to Love that the dark-haired girl didn't like. When it came to sex, Love was pretty easy to please. Actually, when it came to just about anything Love was pretty easy to please. It was one of the many things Sarah adored about her. Sarah continued to finger fuck her lover for a few minutes until she was satisfied that Love was properly lubricated. Removing her fingers, and gathering up a fair amount of pussy cream as she did, she held them out to the watching Nicole. "Suck." she commanded. Nikki hesitated slightly. Leaning forward and bringing her nose closer to the outstretched fingers, she inhaled deeply. Not sure of what she expected to detect she was pleased to find that there was nothing more than the same pleasantly musky scent she had smelled rolling off Love before. Still, this was all very new to her, and she was not quite ready to dive in just yet. With the first hurdle cleared, she girded her mental loins and prepared for the next, giving Sarah's fingers a tentative kiss, then backing quickly away. Sarah waited patiently for Nicole to get comfortable with things, not pushing for fear of scaring the slightly older girl off. Love waited also, but not as patiently. She had just begun masturbating when she quickly noticed that Sarah was only using one hand to entice Nicole, the other one was just sitting there uselessly at the end of her arm doing absolutely nothing. Love grabbed Sarah's right hand and pressed it to her pussy, using the blonde's fingers to rub her clitoris instead of her own. Sarah took the hint and began stroking and rubbing Love's organ with her thumb, hearing the sigh of contentment, but not turning around to see the matching look on her lover's face. The quick peck Nicole had given her co-worker's fingers had provided a very small sampling of the treasure awaiting her, not even enough really to tell if she liked the taste. She still had not encountered anything that would turn her off, and the stream dripping out of her own pussy was proof enough that she found this all incredibly exciting. Meanwhile, Sarah was looking at her, waiting for her to decide if she wanted more. She leaned back in and this time used her tongue to gather up more of the cream that coated the fingers of her friend. Savoring the fluids in her mouth, Nicole tasted a mix unlike anything she had ever tasted before. It was earthy. There was something very basic about it. And a little bit tart. She liked it. Actually, she really liked it. Again she returned to Sarah's hand, this time taking hold of it with one of hers, she proceeded to lick and suck every drop available, continuing until there was no trace left. When Nicole released her hand Sarah said wryly "Guess you liked it, huh?" In response, and in a rather poor English accent, Nicole asked, "Please ma'am, may I have some more?" With a laugh Sarah replied "How about a variation on the theme?" Nicole watched with a confused look as Sarah took the hand so recently embedded in Love's twat and pushed it between her own legs. A light bulb went on over Nikki's head when she realized what the light-haired girl was doing and an eager look appeared on her face as she waited for Sarah to deliver a handful of her own creamy goodness. She didn't have long to wait before Sarah was again holding out two fingers coated with juices, freshly harvested from the blonde's own pussy. "This is what I taste like." Nicole took Sarah's hand by the wrist, and, with as much sensuality as she could muster in her supremely heightened state, licked and sucked the cream held there. The taste was much the same as Love, a bit tart and a bit salty, maybe a tad more tart and a smidge less salty, but she found it delicious nonetheless. Sarah raised a single eyebrow as she watched her friend and co-worker devour her fingers. As Nicole finished feasting on Sarah's digits she sat back on her haunches and licked her lips. "How about that? Like that as well?" Nicole nodded eagerly, resembling Love when she was begging for something. Sarah laughed then asked "Think you're ready now for something a little more direct?" Again an eager nod. "Okay, watch me first." Another nod. "Have you lost the ability to speak?" Nicole shook her head, and then stuck her tongue out, showing Sarah the small amount of cream that she had not yet swallowed. Sarah broke into laughter as Nikki downed the remaining dollop. Turning back to her soon-to-be lover she kissed her on the lips, whispering, "Don't worry there's plenty more where that came from, and you want to know the great thing about it?" "What?" "We can always make more!" Love had watched Sarah guide Nicole through the first steps on her path to some serious lesbo loving through hooded lids. Sarah's thumb had beat a gentle rhythm against her clit throughout, but now the main event was about to begin and she had a ringside seat. She had no idea that Sarah was heading in this direction when the blonde first broached the idea of waxing her bush, but she had always trusted the other girl's instincts, and in the long years since they had become lovers those instincts had never failed her. So when Sarah turned back to her younger friend she was greeted with a charming smile, one that she echoed immediately. "How about you Sunshine? You ready too?" Love wriggled adorably in her seat, responding in a sultry voice "See for yourself." A quick look to Nicole and a reminder "Watch what I do." and Sarah was off. Spreading Love's lips with one hand she started with a long, slow lick from the bottom of Love's snatch all the way to the top, ending with a lick and peck on her clit. Then she wormed her tongue into Love's pussy, swallowing as much cream as she could while there, backing out and sucking first one lip, then the other, into her mouth, then releasing them only to start the process over again. Sarah tilted her head, ensuring that Nicole had a good view of what she was doing. The makeup artist was perched to her left, eyes fixed on Sarah's tongue, mouth parted and breathing heavily. Every few seconds she would lick her lips, attempting to taste something that wasn't there. Glancing up at Love, whose own eyes were tightly shut, an intense look of concentration on her face, Sarah decided the time was right to switch places with the newbie. If she waited much longer Love would go off like a Roman Candle, and while the sight would be impressive, Sarah wanted Nikki to be the one who launched her. After all, she could cause the younger girl to blast off anytime. With a final swipe of the tongue on the sensitive clit of her lover Sarah backed away, the look on Love's face morphing quickly from concentration to displeasure, but her eyes remaining closed. Turning to Nikki she said, "Okay, I think it's time for you to give it a try. Wha'd'ya say?" Suddenly hesitant again, "I'm not sure if I can, I don't want to do it wrong." "It's not really something you can do wrong Nikki. I mean you do know where the clit is, don't you?" "Of course I do!" "Well okay then, you know where everything is, you've seen me perform the basics, the rest is just finesse." "What if I don't, you know, what if she doesn't cum?" "Would you relax, you'll be fine. Seriously Nikki, there must be like 50 different ways to lick a lo..." Sarah's jaw snapped shut with an audible click, "I will not finish that!" Then speaking mostly to herself, "Dammit. I hate that song!" Inspiration struck suddenly and Sarah continued. "Look, do what just about every guy on the planet does." "What's that?" "Just think of your tongue as a pencil." Nicole was growing increasingly doubtful about her ability to please the woman who was soon to become her first female lover and try as she might Sarah was not helping. Think of my tongue as a pencil? Is that another way of saying put some lead in it? Am I supposed to make it stiff? That never worked on her. She much preferred it when a lover kept his tongue soft. No wonder the BF doesn't want to do this much, it's too hard. "Nikki. Just take your tongue and try to draw little shapes with it." Ohhh. That's what she meant. What kind of shapes? "What kind of shapes?" "Shapes. You know. Squares, circles, plus signs, little hearts. Spell out your favorite song if you want. Shapes. Nikki, trust me. Anything you do Love is gonna like. Believe me, you couldn't find someone easier to please than my Love here." Nicole still had some doubts about her ability to satisfy the woman that was waiting patiently for her on the chair, but she did her best to suppress them as she prepared to eat her first pussy. "Um. Okay." "Relax would ya. Remember what I said, remember what I showed you, and most of all remember what you like when someone's eating you out. Do that and I guarantee you'll get Love off. Okay?" With something finally bordering on confidence Nicole nodded once and replied "Okay." Then a new thought popped into her head. "Um, you're um, not going anywhere, right? I mean you'll be here?" For some strange reason having a third person in the room while she performed her very first same-sex act made it seem less... there simply was no other word for it... gay. Nikki honestly did not have any problems with anyone who was gay, defending herself, to herself, with the by now clichéd response that some of her best friends were gay. Not to mention that in her job a bigotry like that would be a big problem, but she just wasn't ready to think of herself in relation to that word. This was all too new, and as far as she was concerned, it was only going to be a one-time thing. An experiment. If Sarah left the trailer, left Nikki alone with Love, well then it would be a whole lot harder to see it that way. "Oh I'll be here all right. If I can't be shoving my tongue into Love's pussy then I'm going to go for the next best thing." Nicole looked puzzled once again and Sarah jerked her head in the direction of the brunette's bra-covered chest. "I'm gonna play with those." The puzzled look cleared up immediately. Now this was something Nikki could understand even if she hadn't been about to lez out for the very first time. Love Hewitt had the kind of tits even the straightest of girls would want to touch. She made a mental note to spend some time with her new friend's sweater puppies just as soon as she was done licking her twat. Then she blushed fiercely. A few more thoughts like that and it was going to be impossible to keep thinking of this as nothing more than an experiment! By this time Sarah had finished moving out from between Love's upraised legs, leaving Nikki kneeling alone on the floor. The blonde stood by the side of the chair to Love's left and leaned down so that they could kiss, coincidently letting the brown-eyed girl get a taste of the remnant of her own pussy juice on Sarah's lips. The slightly older actress had been perfectly honest when she said she wanted to spend some time fondling her friend's much larger breasts, but first she was going to take a minute or two to reacquaint herself with Love's northern-most set of lips, one of the very few things that she enjoyed even more than eating her lover out. They kissed softly for a bit and then Sarah pulled back so that she could gaze into Love's beautiful eyes, seeing the passion and love she was currently feeling reflected right back at her. She was just about to dive back in for round two when she realized that her friend was not showing any sign of enjoyment from the tongue that she assumed was now quite busily working over the younger girl's box. Glancing quickly to her left it was easy to see the reason why. Nicole was still exactly where Sarah had left her, kneeling on the floor with her head between Love's thighs, but she had yet to close the distance between her face and the freshly waxed beaver in front of her, sitting there instead, staring at the bald labia, a mixed look of desire and apprehension adorning her features. Sarah rolled her eyes in exasperation and reaching down with her left hand she placed it on the back of Nikki's head and pushed, getting a small squeal from the girl on the floor and a somewhat larger gasp from the brunette in the chair. "Do I have to keep my hand there?" With her mouth pressed to Love's lips and her nose rubbing against the smaller girl's clit, Nikki met Sarah's eyes and shook her head from side to side, getting a nod of approval from the blonde and a short giggle from the girl whose pussy she was now mouthing. A giggle? Intrigued, Nikki shook her head again, procuring another giggle for her effort. Now her eyes darted from Sarah's face to Love's and back again, both of the other women watching her, waiting to see what she would do next. She pulled away from Love's muff just the tiniest bit and tentatively, even more so than when she had given the brown-haired girl's clit a quick peck earlier, she stuck out her tongue and took her first lick of the slit in front of her. Hmm. That wasn't bad. Actually, it was pretty nice. There was the same slightly tart, slightly salty taste Nikki had sampled earlier, only this was direct from the source instead of from Sarah's fingers, mixed in with the just washed flavor of Love's skin. Nope, not bad at all. With a lopsided grin Nikki leaned back in and took another lick of Love's snatch. Love and Sarah watched Nicole's transformation from dubious to budding zealot with interest and, in the blonde's case, mild amusement. In a reprise of their earlier silent communication Sarah turned back to Love and gave her a knowing smirk that the brown-eyed girl had little trouble interpreting. Told ya. Well it was true. Not in so many words perhaps, but Sarah had told Love that she felt Nikki could be persuaded to join them in their Sapphic play. And Sarah was not above a little friendly gloating when she was proven right. Now it was Love's turn to roll her eyes. "Oh shut up and kiss me." Sarah didn't have to be told twice. She applied her lips to Love's and the two Hollywood starlets started to make out once more. Nikki had heard Love command the woman who was technically her boss but didn't quite understand it. Shut up? But Sarah hadn't said anything. Not that she had heard anyway. Rather than continue to dwell on it she returned her focus to the beaver in front of her and resumed her licking. Nicole had had her doubts at first, although that was putting it a tad mildly, but she'd worked through them and was now eagerly drilling her tongue deeply into Love's nether folds. If the taste of the buxom starlet's juices and skin had been the initial attraction it was the feel of Love's lips and the soft, pink flesh between them that kept Nikki going back for more. As the owner of a vagina of her own the makeup artist was intimately familiar with the organs, but, never having seriously considered what it would be like to go down on another woman, she was totally unprepared for how much pleasure could be derived from swirling her tongue in, out and around someone else's cunt. It was amazing! So unlike, obviously, anything she'd ever done before. And to think she'd been reluctant to try this. Well not anymore! All thoughts of this being nothing more than an experiment were quickly tossed out the mental window. Nikki didn't know if she would ever be capable of initiating an encounter like this on her own, but she knew that if Love and Sarah ever wanted a repeat performance she would be ready, able and, now, more than willing. While Nikki came to terms with her newfound appreciation of Sapphism, Sarah and Love continued to kiss softly above her. When they finally did part again it was not because either of them had grown bored with what they were doing but because Nicole's attentions to Love's twat were finally beginning to take their toll on the normally bubbly brunette. Sarah had started to notice that her friend and lover was not quite as responsive as she had been a few moments earlier and when Love started to moan into her mouth the green-eyed girl knew it wasn't really because she was such a good kisser. Not this time anyway. When she pulled back and Love didn't open her eyes or smile up at her the blonde's suspicions were confirmed. Which was okay with her. Sarah had no desire to sidetrack her younger lover while she was taking pleasure in the mouth working over her pussy. The TV starlet had always planned for her trip to Love's lips to be something of a detour, and now that the brunette was distracted from their kissing she was free to move on to her original target. Love's Titties. Waxing Love Moving down the required few inches from Love's mouth to her chest Sarah stopped to consider the harness that was concealing two of the most perfect tits known to man. And woman. Luckily for all of them Love's bra was the kind that clasped in the front so Sarah didn't have to risk interrupting her friend by trying to reach around to her back to get it undone. She released the clasp and pushed the cups to either side, then leaned down and took the nearest nipple into her mouth, sucking and licking at it lightly, while her left hand reached over and manipulated her lover's right breast. Mmmm. Love's tits never failed to please. Sarah continued to work over her friend's boobs for some time, switching from left to right then back again, licking and nipping and nibbling and sucking as the mood struck. She could tell when she was doing something that Love particularly enjoyed because the brunette's moans would momentarily become coherent and Sarah could hear something close to her name in them. But most of the time it was tough to compete with the girl kneeling between Love's legs and doing her damnedest to make the brown-eyed girl cum. Sarah was good, and no one knew how to fondle and lick Love's tits better than her, but even she wasn't up to the challenge of besting someone who had their tongue buried in her well-stacked friend's tasty twat. Besides, Sarah had been good. She had done the hard work of getting both Love and Nikki comfortable enough so that the former could enjoy what the latter was currently doing. And after getting Love into a not-so-figurative lather she had willingly moved aside so that Nicole could reap the rewards. In Sarah's book that meant she was owed. And if Love got to go first when it came to being on the receiving side of Nikki's first girl-on-girl encounter, then it stood to reason that Sarah should be the first to shove her tongue in the makeup artist's girl-virgin snatch. Fair was fair after all. Still, it was with some reluctance that Sarah abandoned her friend's chest, and with a last kiss to Love's nipple she started to pull away. Only to find her hand grasped by the younger woman in the makeup chair, her eyes now open and looking up to her lover in question. "Hello beautiful." Love tried to form a complete sentence, but her newest lover had recently remembered some of Sarah's sage advice about nibbling and sucking the brunette's clit every so often and she was putting her new knowledge to good use. Unfortunately this was making it very difficult for Love to put words together in a comprehensible string. "Wha... Where..." But Sarah had been on both the giving and receiving end of similar endeavors herself, many of them with the pretty brunette now holding her hand, and she had no trouble understanding what her friend was trying to ask her. She took a quick glance down to the older girl whose head was still buried in Love's cunt, then turned back to face her lover. "Nowhere. I just thought a change of scenery was appropriate. And since my usual place is occupied..." She left the rest of the sentence unfinished as she and Love shared a wicked grin. "Don't you just love newbies!" Sarah would have to take it as given that Love shared her appreciation for neophyte lesbian lovers, the brown-eyed girl's attention once again fully commanded by Nicole's eager tongue. She leaned back down so she could whisper in her companion's ear, stealing one last kiss before releasing Love's hand and moving behind Nicole. Once there Sarah got down on her knees and placed her hand on Nikki's right leg, just above the knee, then started to move it upwards along the outside of the older girl's thigh. Nicole was wearing a daringly short skirt with a sizeable split on the right side and Sarah let her hand travel all the way up, stopping just below the makeup artist's waist. "Nikki, lift up." It was impossible to tell if the words actually penetrated the sexual fog surrounding the other girl, or if she was just responding to the pressure of Sarah's hand on her right hip. Either way Nikki lifted her butt off her heels and adjusted her position so that she was now up on her knees, all without ever once removing her mouth from Love's muff. Sarah maneuvered her soon-to-be lover's legs apart, getting the older girl into the best possible posture so that she could start to do to Nikki what Nikki had been doing to Love for what seemed like forever. When Sarah had the stylist arranged to her satisfaction she began to run her hands up both of Nikki's thighs, gently stroking the flesh with the backs of her fingers. After a minute or so of that Sarah opened her hands and started to caress the incredibly soft skin with her fingertips, moving from the outside of Nikki's legs to the back, careful to keep her touch light, but not so light as to tickle. That would be too distracting and judging by the increased volume and frequency of Love's moans the last thing Sarah wanted to do was to divert Nikki's attention away from the pre-orgasmic brunette in the chair. So she let her hands glide gently over Nicole's flesh, letting the taller girl grow accustomed to her touch, before taking the next step and allowing her fingers to slip under the miniskirt and onto the well-formed rump it barely covered. Except for the slightest lurch forward Nikki didn't even blink. She couldn't. Her eyes had gone comically round and she couldn't shut them. Which neither Sarah nor Love could see of course. Sarah because of her position at Nikki's rear and Love because she was having the exact opposite problem. She couldn't get her eyes open. Not that she would have cared that Nicole's expression now made her look like a candidate for the female lead in a Hentai anime, not so long as the makeup artist kept doing exactly what she was doing with her tongue. To her credit Nikki did continue to bathe Love's snatch with her tongue even as she tried to adjust to the feeling of Sarah's hands on her ass. It wasn't so much having her posterior touched by another female that had grabbed Nikki's attention, although this was not exactly a normal occurrence for her, it was the knowledge of what was sure to come next. It was a pretty safe bet that Nicole was about to have her pussy licked by another woman for the very first time any minute now. And now that she was thinking about it, the idea was starting to get her excited again. Very excited. And juiced. The stream of fluids that had incongruously slacked off some while she had been actively drilling her tongue into a vagina for the first time was starting to flow again. And Sarah was going to be the unsuspecting beneficiary. And speaking of streaming fluids, it was slowly dawning on Nikki that Love appeared to be, so far as she could tell, getting even wetter than she had been when this all started. Nicole was no longer poking her tongue willy-nilly anywhere in Love's twat in search of newly formed cream to swallow. Now she was taking long licks of the younger girl's slit, starting at the very bottom and ending up with a soft swipe over the brunette's clit, the steady and consistent stimulation pushing Love further and further along the path to orgasm. When Sarah had moved away from Love's chest to begin laying the groundwork for the eventual assault on Nikki's own muff, the adorable starlet had used one hand to start squeezing her tits and the other she placed, lightly at first, but as her excitement grew she was pressing down with ever increasing pressure, on the top of the older girl's head. In addition, Love was now rocking in the makeup chair, her right hip surging upward then returning to where it started with each stroke of Nicole's tongue along her pussy and her moans were becoming ever more pronounced. Love was about to climax right on Nikki's tongue. "Unh. Unh. Unnhh. Unnhh. Unnnnhhhh. Unnnnhhhh. Unnnnhhhh. UNNNNHHHHH! UNNNNHHHHH! UNNNNNHHHHHHHHH!!" In retrospect it was probably the makeup chair itself that saved Nikki from a wrenched neck as Love was constrained from rolling too far to her left. But her thighs did clamp down on either side of the taller girl's head as her orgasm struck, pinning Nicole in place while she rode out what even Sarah could see was a pretty powerful climax. Not bad for a newbie. Sarah had seen Love's orgasm coming long before Nikki caught on, and had modified her caresses accordingly. But she did take advantage of the older girl's obvious absorption in her first lesbian lover's climax to push Nicole's skirt up to her hips and untie the strings holding her bikini panties in place. Convenient that. But Sarah wasn't one to look a gift... err... pussy in the... uh... pussy... or maybe it was... whatever. She stopped trying to figure it out when said gift pussy was actually staring her right in the face. "Wow! That was intense!" As soon as she finished speaking Nicole started to laugh, a release of all the tension that had built up since Love had entered the trailer and the three of them had started down this path. She was giddy with relief and excited by what she had done and she was so focused on Love as the brunette's climax crested and waned that she had almost forgotten that Sarah was still somewhere behind her. Until, that is, she felt the blonde plant a firm kiss on her left butt cheek. A cheek that should have been covered by Nikki's panties. Had Sarah pulled her panties to the side? Or... she removed them!?! Without her knowing?!? How had she missed that? She was just about to turn and make a comment when she felt Sarah place another kiss on her flesh. Somewhere just slightly more intimate. And this wasn't just any kiss, this was, as the Brits say, an Aussie kiss. Same as a French Kiss only down under. Before putting her lips to either Nicole's butt or areas more private Sarah had paused for a few moments to admire the view. With Nikki's derriere raised and her legs spread the blonde was able to get an incomparable view of the older girl's twat. And Sarah most definitely liked what she saw. Love wasn't the only girl in the trailer to exhibit her arousal once her panties were off. Nicole's dark bush was neatly manicured, the hair above her lips shaped like a teardrop, while the hair on her vulva, which was a surprise in and of itself, Sarah had just assumed that since Nikki was into the whole wax thing she would at least keep her lower lips bare, but that was obviously not the case, short and sparse. The green-eyed girl didn't mind a little hair down there, even though she and Love usually preferred the bald look for themselves. In fact, Sarah was happy when a new lover had a different style. Variety and spice and all that. As long as things were reasonably well kempt Sarah could deal. It was after this rather close inspection of Nicole's privates that Sarah placed her first kiss on the butt that was waving slightly in front of her. When she didn't get a reaction she moved away from the soft but firm flesh of Nicole's bottom and on to the sticky-sweet main attraction. Now, to be fair, Sarah probably would not have stopped what she was doing even if Nikki had responded. She had considered giving fair warning as to what was about to happen but had rejected the idea as too risky. If Nikki didn't know what Sarah had in mind when the light-haired girl settled in at her rear then she would soon figure it out. Meanwhile, there was no sense giving the girl another opportunity to have second thoughts. "Oh God! Ohhh. Unnhh." Once again Nikki lurched forward when Sarah touched her, only this time she didn't have her face nestled in Love's snatch as the blonde initiated contact in her own. The bump of Nicole's head against her belly stirred Love for the first time since her orgasm struck. She looked down to see Sarah's friend gripping the seat of the chair she was on with both hands, while the girl who'd been her lover longer than any other pushed her face into Nikki's crack. Love had no trouble imagining exactly what Sarah was doing to their friend, having been in the stylist's exact place many, many times before. "She's good, isn't she?" Fortunately, Love really didn't need any response to her question, she already knew the answer. So when Nicole tried to reply, only to give up after stammering out a few syllables, Love was not upset. Quite the contrary, she was grateful to the older girl for rousing her. Like most other people Love liked to take some time after an orgasm to enjoy the afterglow. But, unlike most other people, when Love and Sarah had sex it was often a marathon event that could go on for hours and hours. And Love had learned from experience that when she fell into that dreamy after-sex daze she ran the risk of missing out on some damn good follow-up nookie. The only time this wasn't an issue was when she and Sarah were making love alone. Then it was easy to convince her friend to take some time to cuddle, each of them getting almost as much pleasure from simple strokes to the arm as they did from more intimate touches. Still, Love did not rush to join Sarah as she jammed her tongue into Nicole, even though the last thing the green-eyed girl whispered to her earlier was an explicit invitation to come play when she was ready. Sarah had mostly sat off on the sidelines while Love and Nikki fooled around and now it was the brunette's turn to sit and wait. But not for too long. Happily, Love did not have to wait all that long before she saw Sarah's head lift up and her smiling, and somewhat juice glazed, countenance beamed up at her. "Hello sweetie." The green-eyed girl's smile grew even wider. "Hey beautiful. You just about recovered? Seemed to me you almost blew a seal there." Predictably, Love blushed. And giggled. Her two most natural states whenever she was around the pretty blonde. But she surprised her friend and lover with her next line. "No, no seal. I was just eating ice cream." Sarah's eyebrows went up to her hairline at Love's borrowed joke. The brunette had a sex drive second to none in Sarah's experience and she was the most thoughtful lover the older girl had ever had. There was absolutely no doubt she was comfortable with her own sexuality. But the one thing that Love normally could not bring herself to do was tell a sex joke. She just got too flustered. Comply with a request to stick four fingers in Sarah's pussy or deep-throat some guy until her nose was tickled by his pubic hair? Sure, no problem. But tell a harmless but slightly off-color joke? No way. That would just get her tongue-tied like a schoolboy at his first dance. Until now. Her eyebrows still raised in disbelief, Sarah barked at her friend in mock exasperation, "Would you get over here!" Love stuck her tongue out playfully at her lover then started to extract herself from the makeup chair. She was pinned in by Nikki, who still had a death-grip on the seat of the chair to either side of Love's butt and whose head was resting lightly on her belly. She'd have to do something about that before she'd be able to get out of the chair. Of course Sarah wasn't helping matters any as, now that she was done talking to Love, she had gone back to work with her tongue on Nicole's box. But, after some gentle coaxing, Love managed to get Nikki to lift her head and release the chair with at least one hand, then scooted off the seat to join Sarah at the older girl's backside. When the brown-eyed girl got there Sarah once again pulled her tongue out of Nikki's pussy and Love quickly moved in for a kiss and a speedy cleanup of the juices covering the lower half of her face. "Mmmm, tasty!" "If you liked that you're gonna love it straight from the fountain! Want to share with me?" It was a rhetorical question of course. Neither Sarah nor Love was the type of lover to hog a girl for herself. Not with each other or a select circle of friends anyway. Sharing with each other was just about half the fun. And if Sarah had been like that then she would never have been so insistent that Love join her, instead expecting the younger girl to sit out this round while it was her turn to play. So it was no surprise when the bubbly brunette licked her lips and nodded her head eagerly. But first there were still some logistics to be worked out. "So who gets the top and who gets the bottom?" The two lovers shared a wicked grin. Tag-teaming and/or double-teaming a new conquest was one of their favorite pastimes. But Sarah had something extra in mind for the latest inductee in their very exclusive club, "Actually I was thinking that maybe this time we'd go for the triple-play." She waggled her eyebrows to go along with the devilish grin she was still wearing. Love looked down at Nicole's beaver, seeing the hand that Sarah was using to keep the older girl in the mood rubbing up and down the dripping slit. Since this was her first real glimpse of Nikki's pussy it was also the first time she noticed that her new lover still had hair there but she didn't let this distract her. Glancing back up to her best friend Love pointed the index finger of her right hand at Nikki's twat and waved it in a tight circle. Sarah's grin grew even more evil and she responded by lifting her unoccupied hand, the fingers closed in an obvious fist. Love's eyes went round, mildly shocked by what Sarah was suggesting. Again words were not necessary to communicate Love's surprise at her friend's plan, the wide eyes and raised eyebrows saying all that was necessary. Really? Her first time? Sarah just shrugged in response, conceding with that casual gesture that her plan might be too much too soon for the girl kneeling on the floor in front of them. They wouldn't know until they tried. "We'll see. Let's play it by ear." All of this had taken only a few seconds of course and Nikki had absorbed it all while only partly understanding. Top? Bottom? Bottom was easy enough to figure out, she assumed that meant one girl or the other was going to continue to eat her out, but did top mean someone was going to play with her tits at the same time? Nikki liked the idea of that, but then she heard Sarah say something about a triple-play. What the hell was that? The TV starlet was obviously not talking about baseball. And what did she mean, play it by ear? "We're going to need more room." Now they really had her attention. Just as Nikki was lifting her head from its resting place on the chair she heard Love say "I got it." then, addressing her for the first time, "Nikki? Sweetie? We need you to scoot up." Scoot up? Did she mean closer to the chair? Not really knowing what Love wanted distracted the makeup artist from the plotting of the other two occupants of the trailer. She moved forward a little more than a foot, ending up with her knees still on the carpeted floor of the trailer and her upper body supported by her elbows on the chair seat. "That's it sweetie. Now lift your right leg and put your knee on the edge of the chair..." "Oooh, good call!" Whatever Love had in mind Sarah seemed to approve. "That's it honey... Perfect! Now stay just like that!" "But wha... unnnhhh..." Nicole didn't get to finish her question as Sarah took advantage of her new position to resume licking her pussy, her raised leg allowing the blonde even better access than before. Now Nikki understood why Love had her put her knee on the chair. The two younger girls apparently had the extra room they wanted, but what were they going to do with it? As was becoming the norm for her first Sapphic tryst, Nikki was going to find out in stages. The first stage started when Sarah began drilling her tongue back into Nicole's twat. She was quickly joined by Love, who wriggled into a half-laying, half-sitting position that allowed her to mold her lips and her own pink invader to Nikki's clit. This was another brand new experience for the older girl, as not only was this her first time with other women, it was also her first threesome. So feeling one tongue in her pussy while another one caressed her clitoris was one of the most intensely pleasurable moments in her life. Waxing with Fringes It was early March and cold when I decided to make a trip to the strip mall and upgrade my cellular phone. After I completed that mission I dropped in at a coffee café for a body warmer. While waiting in line to place my order, I overheard one of the young ladies in front of me ask her friend if she had the wax job for the upcoming spring break. I heard her reply, "Yes and I no longer shave, I just get waxed." I have always wanted to try that but do not like pain. I walked to my car and while sipping coffee noticed in front of me Carol's Salon. On the window was painted the services offered and waxing was one. I decided since it was a day with nothing else going on, I would check it out and could always say stop if the pain was intolerable. I took a sip of coffee then headed to the salon. When I reached the receptionist I heard, "Hi, I'm Jennifer, how may I help you?" "Hi I'm Amy. I never had a wax treatment and thought I might check it out." "Ginger will be free in 10 minutes. Here is her picture. Alice, Betty and June are busy for another hour but here are their pictures. Choose one that you think you will be comfortable with." I looked them over and Ginger looked my age of 27 with jet black curly hair, shoulder length and emerald green eyes with a great tan. "I'll go with Ginger, Jennifer." "Great, follow me Amy. Here is the menu with the prices. You can look it over and then discuss the options with Ginger when she makes her appearance. Here is the room. Make yourself comfortable, fill out the questionnaire, look over the menu and help yourself to the refreshments in the room; have fun." I then asked if I could run to the car for my coffee and return and was told of course. The room had a bench like from a church but much shorter in length and was lit with indirect lighting and smelled of herbal oils. The room had a red leather gynecologist exam table that included a doughnut type head rest for massages. I smiled to myself that it was a multifunction table. One side of the room had storage cabinets', table top height and an assortment of oils for massages and towels. There appeared on the top of the cabinet a small refrigerator but there was a caution sigh saying "HOT" I filled out the questionnaire when I returned from fetching my coffee indicating that I never had hair removed by wax and was sensitive to pain. I had just answered all the other mundane questions when Ginger appeared in a red, mid-thigh length, silk robe and barefooted. She was tall with a nice figure indicating she worked at keeping her figure. Ginger smiled and introduced herself with a handshake. I noticed her hands were nice and warm. She then said, "Your hands tell me you are a little nervous, are you?" "Yes I am Ginger because I do not like pain but wonder if it will be mild so I can experience the waxing." "Amy it will be the most pleasant of experiences for you. Let me look over your registration form for a minute and have you decided which of the offerings you desire to try?" "They all look great Ginger and my interest has focused on the Brazilian bikini waxing since I have read so much about it." "Great, what do you take for pain if you take something?" "I use what ever happens to be around the apartment but mostly the kind for that time of month thing." "Here, take this with your coffee Amy, just for insurance. It will take about 45 minutes to become effective. In the mean time undress and place your clothes there on the bench. Hop on the table then and cover yourself with the sheet and I will return in five minutes to help you relax Amy." "I assume this is just a pain killer and nothing else." "Yes, just a pain killer and a light dose at that." Ginger left, I did as she had asked and was more tense knowing she was going to be placing her hands on my mound soon. When she returned she smiled, dimmed the lights, took off her silk robe which revealed an awesome figure in her pink bikini, raised the lower part of the table so my legs were no longer hanging over the edge but horizontal and then said, "Let me hold your right hand Amy as I go under the sheet to check out the hair length. If it is too long I might have to trim it first." I did as she had asked and inhaled as her warm hand felt the hairs. I heard, "Amy I will have to trim it first. It is a little too long to begin the waxing. Do you want to use a blindfold to make it easier or close your eyes or are you okay as you are?" "Ginger I will just close my eyes." "I will use trimming shears Amy and I want to place your feet in stirrups to make it easier on both of us because I don't want to nick you with the trimmer." "The trimmer has a light on it Amy so I can keep the room light dimmed for your comfort." Ginger fixed my legs in the hanging straps, left the sheet in place and began the trimming. I kept my eyes closed all the time. When she had turned the trimmer off she took my left hand and said, "Wow you are tense yet. Roll onto your tummy and I will place a moist hot pack on your back to help relax you." I did as she had asked and then felt this wet, heavy, blanket on my back, shoulders, and neck. She placed my arms underneath the wet blanket at my sides. My face was facing down at the floor through a hole in a doughnut type head rest. I began to melt like chocolate in a hot room. The feeling of relaxation that came over me was unbelievable from being under that warm wet blanket. I felt as if I was in trapped in a cocoon. I felt some warm liquid being applied to my right leg starting at the ankle and moving up to where my thigh met the butt cheek. Ginger did the same with the left leg. Ginger then began to massage my legs from the ankles, spreading the warm lotion all over them. I was wilting more and more. Soon she was on my calves. Knowing the lotion was at my butt cheeks and the directions that her hands were moving, I knew her hands would eventually reach them. This caused a stirring in my vagina. When Ginger reached my knees, I felt some pressure on my mound. I was in a trance and did not comprehend the happening until I felt some vibrations at my mound. I wanted to say stop but was too weak from the massage and the overall warmth. The warmth, the hands, the vibrations on my mound coming from the table was building me to an orgasm as her hands were getting closer and closer to my vagina. I desired for her to insert her fingers into my hot and wet love canal when she reached the opening. God she had me turned on and too weak to beg for more or to yell stop. When Ginger was midway up the thighs with her thumbs working the inside of them I heard, "Surrender to your desires Amy and enjoy the orgasm that is building. The room is sound proof so you can moan aloud if you so desire." I was stunned to hear that comment even though true and too weak to do anything about it but enjoy the impending explosion in front of a total stranger. I had surrendered myself to a total stranger. When Ginger's hands, particularly her thumbs where working the inside of my thighs the orgasm began in my toes and raced to my pussy as the vibrations on my mound had intensified immensely. Ginger and I both heard my loud moan as my body convulsed under the wet blanket. When I recovered Ginger's hands were massaging my butt globes with her thumbs near the vaginal opening. I heard, "Amy, what are you wishing for now?" "I wish you had a cock Ginger, I need to be filled with something to enjoy the next one better." I was shocked to hear myself say that but it was what I was wanting. I heard, "Amy, I can fix something up that might even be better than a real cock. Are you game?" "Uh, huh" I felt Ginger's hands leave me and heard some noises in the background and then felt something warm at the entrance of my vagina as it slowly entered with Ginger saying, "Relax Amy this is a mechanical dildo which has been known to send us to places we have never been. Once I have it in a little I will turn it on and you tell me when to increase the speed." I felt the fake cock begin to do its thing. Between it and the vibrations on my mound coming from the pad I was on, it did not take long for me to begin to sail. I was panting and asking for more speed when it abruptly stopped and something began to massage the opening going in circles. I felt Ginger make some adjustments and it began its in/out motion again. This time it was rubbing over my g-spot and when I uttered, "Oh my God," it stopped. I muttered, "Oh no, please don't stop. Please take me over the top." "I will turn it back on Amy if you will make me feel good at the same time." "Anything Ginger, I will do anything you desire, just finish me, oh god." I felt the dido go slow and then saw Ginger pull out a self from underneath my table. I could see she had the control for the dildo in her hand. She placed herself on the shelf, lying on her back, her pussy lips glistening and filled with blood as the shelf began to rise, bringing her pussy closer and closer to my mouth. Her clitoris was rock hard protruding from its hiding place. "Please Ginger do me faster." The dildo sped up and the fem odors from her hot box were being inhaled by me as her pussy was within licking distance. It had been years since I ate another of my sex but I was so turned on I eagerly began to flick the hard knob of the stranger. "Mmmmmm, Amy you are good at that." Then the dildo sped up and my orgasm began to build in earnest as a result. Ginger did not have any tan lines and just a landing strip of hair above her slit. She started to hump, grabbed my head and held my face to her pussy as she orgasmed and gushed with me moaning my orgasm on her bud. I was like a wet wash cloth after the orgasm, so limp with no strength in me. Ginger removed herself from the shelf, and then removed the wet blanket and said, "Roll over hon onto your back and I will place one on your chest and stomach while I begin to remove the hair." I was drifting off and on into slumber land as placed my legs back into the straps to expose my mound more and to give her easier access to the hair. Ginger then rubbed wax into the hair and then pulled it off after some time. I came out of my slumber when I felt her tongue flicking my clitoris and let out with "Ohooooooooooo," at which time she inserted some fingers into me, causing me to say, "Oh my god yes, Ginger, Oh god yes." I continued on with my journey to another orgasm induced by Ginger's wicked tongue. Her switching between flicking my hard button with her warm wet tongue, her fingers fucking me and occasionally her slow drags of her tongue across the nub took me to the edge and then pushed me over it. No female ever had done it to me before as Ginger did. Her making the slurping sounds, drinking my love nectar as I orgasmed just intensified the intensity of the orgasm. The relaxed state that I was in from the hot pack made a huge difference in my reaction to Ginger. The feeling of being trapped in a warm cocoon took all my will power from me and I became like putty to her manipulations both from fingers and tongue. When I recovered my legs were out of the stirrups and covered as well with a wet hot pack. There was no way I had any strength to lift them up. Ginger approached me and said, "Now that waxing was not that painful was it?" "My god Ginger, I wish I had known." "I hope you pick me for your next waxing or come in for a massage if you get stressed before the waxing session." "Do you do this with all clients, Ginger?" "No Amy, just those whose bodies turn me on. I love to make a beautiful person surrender to my manipulations and orgasm. It gives me a sense of power over them. And I love them making me feel good also. By the way Amy I am married and do love my husband's cock making me feel good but the dildo I used on you at the right angle can do wonders, don't you think?" "God yes Ginger. It took all my strength from me and being in the cocoon enhanced it." "When the owner taught me I was amazed at the enhanced intensity of the orgasm. I thought I was having good ones but wow." "Here is a mirror. What do you think? Do you like what you see?" "Wow yes, my guy will love it and maybe take longer to eat me. Thanks Ginger." "If you want to get more intimate with me drop by. We have special rooms were we can really enjoy each other." "My god Ginger my nipples are getting hard thinking about it." "Good, mine are also. Do you have time today? Interested?" "I'd love too and have the time but no energy. Can I drop by tomorrow and what do I say at the desk?" "Call and make an appointment with me for two hours and just mention that you are interested in the special massage. When you arrive, just mention your name and you will get a smile from the receptionist who will lead you to our love making room."